Major Xeno
Aspiring Author
Master of Fire
A Perfect World makes a Horrible Story
Posts: 639
|
Post by Major Xeno on Nov 23, 2008 16:58:26 GMT -5
Here’s the first installation of I Refuse.
Xxxx
CT-1698/013 looked around his barracks, to the other eight members of his squad, to the other thirty five members of his platoon, to the other one hundred and forty three members of his company.
He laid his head back down on the pillow, staring at the bunk four feet above his, as he mentally sighed. Everyone else was asleep, getting vital rest before their next day of training.
Another day gone.
Day after day, they trained and trained, until they fell asleep on their bunks, at twenty two hundred hours. Day after day, never questioning orders.
Until now…..
CT-1698/013 was average among clone troopers, his score the same as everyone else’s……
That he could see. The Kaminoan’s never told them how they did. If you did bad, you disappeared.
But still…..
The training never occupied his full attention. He always was thinking of something else, even as he blasted simulations with his rifle.
CT-1698/013 was only five years old, at ten years biological growth. He was just called Thirteen by his squad, and was dark and brooding, always spacing off.
Not that the Kaminoans could see. If they knew he was not paying attention to the lessons, he would disappear too. Thirteen was never challenged by his lessons, and always spent the time figuring out other things on his own.
When they were younger, he and his brothers spent their days learning from holo-screens, learning about the weapons they would use for the rest of their lives. Thirteen spent one day doing that, then started hacking the computer. One day, the clone next to him had been caught doing the same thing, and was hauled away, kicking and fighting. Thirteen watched with the rest of his brothers as the boy was dragged away, as he struggled to contain his racing heart.
Thirteen learned to be more secretive about his hacking. He successfully hacked open almost every database, learning more from ancient novels then he did from his training. He found workout regimes, ancient fighting styles, and much more.
Thirteen was obsessed with the ancient books on warfare, devouring texts quickly and hungering for more. He found a miniscule hidden Holonet connection, and from there moved on and on.
Thirteen researched the Mandalorians, the group that most of the Clone Commando instructors were of. He devoured Mandalorian habits, traditions, and cultures, accidentally releasing it into the simulator battles.
That particular day he was in the simulator, fighting with his company on a desert plain, against a droid army larger than his. The droid army cut into their flank, and Thirteen found himself within spitting distance of the droids.
In a flash, he darted forward, smashing the lead droid’s ‘face’ in with a roundhouse kick, blasting the ones behind it with his DC-15 pistol. He turned, and punched the closest droid with his balled up fist, which immediately stung, smashing in the droid’s motivators, paralyzing it. He grabbed it’s chassis and turned it around, using it’s body as a shield, blocking the other droids blaster fire. He tossed a thermal detonator at the cluster of droid in front of him.
He roared, words he did not know coming unbidden to his throat, “Ke nu jurkad sha Mando’ade!”
Clone troopers by him stared in disbelief as he blasted another droid, and charged, leaving behind the charred wreckage of droids.
Thirteen shot another droid in the head, as a blaster bolt smashed into his leg, and the shockers in his armor paralyzed it. The pain overwhelmed him, making him grit his teeth as he chucked his last thermal detonator at the offending droid.
He fell, slamming into the ground, next to another downed clone, immobile, unconscious. The trooper had a red mark on his chest, marking the shot that ‘killed’ him. He looked over, and could see the droids advancing again, cutting up his brothers, tramping closer and closer. He looked at his unconscious brother, and saw something that he had missed on his first glance. One little sphere, hanging off the trooper’s utility belt.
|
|
Major Xeno
Aspiring Author
Master of Fire
A Perfect World makes a Horrible Story
Posts: 639
|
Post by Major Xeno on Nov 23, 2008 16:58:48 GMT -5
He looked back at the droids, and saw that they were only a couple meters away. He quickly extended his arm, wincing in pain as the shockers in his leg acted up again. He seized the sphere, and quickly looked back at the droids. One stood right on top of him, its beak-like face cutting into the sky, as it pointed it’s rifle at him. He grimly smiled at it, though it couldn’t see through his helmet, and wouldn’t understand anyway.
“Frak you.” said Thirteen, releasing the sphere. It hit the ground and flashed.
Two flashes. Three flashes. Four flashes.
The thermal detonator exploded, taking twenty nearby droids out as Thirteen gasped in pain.
Thirteen’s vision slowly ebbed away, fading into black.
‘ No…no….not the darkness…no…’
xxxx
“The unit is unstable!” protested Ko Sai, Chief Scientist of the Kaminoans. “ We must terminate it before it disturbs training anymore!”
“No.” came the calm voice of Jango Fett, donor of the genes of every clone. “ He remembered things that he never learned. That he never experienced. Things that I learned. That I experienced.”
Jango Fett, Kal Skirata, Walon Vau, Ko Sai, and Lama Su were in Lama Su’s office, arguing about the fate of young CT-1698/013.
“You think that he was remembering your memories?” asked Skirata, his voice full of skepticism.
“ I know he was. He is a clone of me. It’s a better chance than him remembering your memories Kal.” said Jango, his voice full of certainty.
“Is is possible?” asked Lama Su, Prime Minister of Kamino.
“It is highly unlikely-” started Ko Sai, only to be cut off by Skirata saying. “Can it aiwha-bait!”
“ Why you-” Ko Sai said angrily, when Jango shouted. “Shut up!”
He angrily looked at Kal, shoving him back, as Kal looked down, backing down before his leader.
“Now, what are we going to do with him? Walon, can you train him?” asked Jango, turning his head toward Vau.
Vau scowled, his hard face making the gesture even more gruesome.
“I can, but what will he do, integrate into a squad?” he said, his voice calm and serious.
“Showing off your vocabulary in front of Kal again, eh Walon?” chuckled Jango, before continuing. “I think we could use him as an ARC-Trooper.”
“What!” came the outraged cry Ko Sai, her head jerking backwards in surprise. “I agree.” said Vau simply.
“Might as well. My boys need some company.” said Kal, much to Lama Su’s discomfort at the mention of the Null-class ARC-Troopers.
“That’s it.” said Jango, snapping his fingers as he looked at Kal.
“What’s it?” said Kal, confused.
“He will be an addition to the Nulls. Null-13.” said Jango, as Ko Sai started protesting violently.
Vau stepped forward and punched Ko Sai in the gut, making her double over as Lama Su gave a startled cry.
|
|
Major Xeno
Aspiring Author
Master of Fire
A Perfect World makes a Horrible Story
Posts: 639
|
Post by Major Xeno on Nov 23, 2008 16:59:02 GMT -5
“Shut it.” said Vau eloquently, as Ko Sai hit the ground, gasping in pain.
“I can train with him personally, just like the Alpha-ARCs.” said Jango, already planning the boy’s integration to the rigid tactical structure.
“I thought the aiwha-bait made the Clone Troopers more, uh, obedient?” asked Vau, cautious about mentioning the Kaminoan’s genetic modification around Skirata.
“You saw him break ranks to fight. I think they screwed up the genetics and did something to him. The commandos, ARC-troopers, ordinary troopers, even the Nulls are altered. Maybe they altered him different then they altered the others.” said Kal confidently.
An uneasy silence stole over the room, as Skirata looked pointedly at Jango and Vau.
“Kal...” started Jango uneasily, not wanting to offend his friend.
Vau however, had no such restrictions and went ahead and said. “What have been smoking Kal? That didn’t make any sense at all.”
“Uh…” mumbled Kal. “Forget it.”
Xxxx
The LAAT/I transport sported flaming orange stripes along it’s sides, as well as a gaping mouth, full to the brim with sharp and jagged teeth.
This of course was lost on the droids it blazed by, shooting by before the droids could raise their guns to fire. The pilot was apparently a maniac, because he recklessly flew like he was at a Coruscant air show. He dodged through spires and ships, dropping bombs as he flew, destroying vast groups of droids, as his turret gunners zapped the fighters coming at him.
Several Nantex-class Geonosian starfighters fell in behind the gunship, firing rains of laser fire. The red lasers blasted past the LAAT/i, as the gunship evaded desperately.
The pilot dodged and weaved, finally diving underneath a falling Hardcell-class interstellar transport, smashing all the pursing fighters, who couldn’t escape the explosion. The pilot of the craft, bedecked in yellow armor, grinned under his helmet.
“Hey, you fancy boys back there want some music?” he called, throwing the larty through a barrel roll for good measure as he avoided a missile.
In the back of the larty, the seven clone troopers and seven ARC troopers looked at each other questioningly with a clatter as their weaponry bounced and jingled.
“You think he’s serious?” asked Kad, one of the clone troopers, over the inter-squad comm.
“Only one way to find out.” said a red-armored ARC trooper, sporting a WESTAR-M5 blaster rifle slung across his back and two heavy blaster pistols in holsters at his waist.
“Sure, if you have any metal!” called up the ARC on the open-comm.
“Yes sir!” shouted the pilot, looking over his shoulder at the ARC. The captain saw he had his name stitched across his helmet, spelling out in bold letters “HAMMER.”
Hammer looked back, and quickly jerked the larty over to the left, as his passengers slammed into the side of the larty.
A loud, pounding beat played out across the speakers as the ARC trooper looked at his fellows. Seven white clone troopers, one green ARC-sergeant, five blue ARC-lieutenants, and one other red ARC-captain. His brothers.
“Showtime!” called Hammer, as the sides of the larty opened up. The ARC trooper hopped out, quickly followed by his brothers. They stood by the opening of a huge door, inlaid in an imposing mountain, which was shut and looking very impenetrable. A hatch laid in the ground, open. Across the plain, the armies of clones and droids fought each other as bright flashes of blaster fire illuminated them.
“Ordo, take command of the local forces and lead the assault on their armies. Prudii, pop the hatch and go disable the foundries with Kom’rk. Jaing, hike up the mountain and take out enemy commanding officers and the like. A’den, Mereel, your with me. Squad Thirteen, move out!” commanded the ARC-Captain, pointing out his instructions with two fingers.
|
|
Major Xeno
Aspiring Author
Master of Fire
A Perfect World makes a Horrible Story
Posts: 639
|
Post by Major Xeno on Nov 23, 2008 16:59:15 GMT -5
Mereel whipped out his Z-6 rotary blast canon, and A’den grabbed his WESTAR-M5, while the clone troopers gripped their DC-15 with underslung grenade launchers tighter.
The ARC-Captain and squad laid explosive charges all over the door, as the battle roared and raged around them.
“Get back!” called the captain, holding the simple detonator with it’s conspicuous red button.
He pressed the button, and fiery pillars soared through the air, blasting metal debris everywhere. One large chunk flew straight towards the captain, big enough to crush him with room to spare. The captain looked at the huge piece of metal arcing through the air towards him, and made no move to dodge, as the clone troopers scattered. The chunk flew straight and true, and slammed into the captain’s position, raising a huge dust cloud.
The clone troopers, thrown to the ground by the shockwave, looked up from their locations on the ground, and gazed at the huge dust cloud obscuring the smashed body of their captain. As the cloud dispersed, they saw their captain, in the middle of the metal, standing in a jagged hole blasted by the detpacks, completely unharmed.
The relief of seeing their captain alive was quickly dispersed when red blaster bolts started zipping past them, zinging with energy. They ducked, rolled, and dropped, firing rapidly from their carbines and rifles into the dust cloud, hoping to hit something.
Out of the gloom and dust marched straight rows of droids, feet tramping in synchronization, as red bolts flew between the two sides.
Mereel opened up with his Z-6, decimating the lines of droids as they marched on towards their death. Next to him, A’den started blasting with his M5, sometimes blasting through two droids with his powerful blaster. Standing in front of them, weaving, dodging, jumping, rolling, and firing his twin blaster pistols, was the captain, taking out droid after droid with quick, accurate shots.
A Super Battle Droid knocked a battle droid out of it’s way, launching a wrist rocket at the captain, who twisted his head, as the rocket zoomed by him, barely missing him.
The captain turned, and shot off the droids arms and legs, dropping it’s torso to the ground with a loud thud.
The captain kept firing, as dust and debris flew from the force of the trooper’s grenade launchers. The captain heard an ominous click as his blast pistols abruptly stopped firing. Cursing, he dropped to the ground, fishing a small ball out of his pack.
The captain launched the sphere towards the droids, as blaster bolts flew by with hisses and screeches. The small metal sphere bounced and clinked, settling at the foot of a droid.
The droid looked down, his minuscule computerized brain finally recognizing the sphere.
“Oh-” the droid was cut off as the thermal detonator exploded, wiping out ranks of droids in one humongous flash of light.
The dust settled as the captain looked around, confirming that all the droids had been destroyed by his grenade.
“Recover!” called the captain, as he reloaded his pistols.
Mereel waltzed over to him, his Z-6 slung across his back, attached by the magnetic panels on his armor. He slapped the captain on the back, and the captain could tell that he was smiling under his helmet.
“Nice one!” Mereel laughed, as A’den and the other troopers walked up to the pair. One trooper was supporting another, who was limping on a leg hit by blaster fire. The captain grimaced under his bucket.
“Jon, will that leg slow you down?” said the captain.
“No sir. I’ll keep up.” said Jon, his distinctive helmet bobbing up and down, it’s grim black whisker marks concealing the trooper’s pain.
“You better. This squad has no room for weakness.” grunted the captain, as a red bolt zipped by him, missing him by a millimeter. Under his helmet, the captain felt his neck burn as the bolt barely shot by.
|
|
Major Xeno
Aspiring Author
Master of Fire
A Perfect World makes a Horrible Story
Posts: 639
|
Post by Major Xeno on Nov 23, 2008 17:00:49 GMT -5
The captain instantly dropped, rolling, as the squad scattered behind what little cover they could find.
“Sniper.” grunted A’den, as one of the squad, Bo, dropped to one knee, his camolace covered armor blending in with the surrounding area.
“Done.” said Bo, as his long rifle spat out one long red bolt, which sped along, smashing through a droid sniper perched on the rocks in front of them.
The captain cracked his neck as Mereel inspected his armor, patting him on the back.
“Shabla lucky, nir vod.” said Mereel. “You always were the luckiest.”
“Get back to work. Bo, be more aware. You should have seen him. Kad, get the demo charges ready. We are going in and out like lightning.” commanded the captain.
The unspoken lingered in the air; the faster they could get this over, the sooner they could all head home. The troopers all subconsciously tensed, focusing on the trials ahead.
“Hey, Tal.” called one of the squad members.
The captain, Tal, turned.
“Remember, the enemy is always afraid of you.” laughed the trooper, as all the other clones smiled grimly.
Tal grimaced. Time to get to work. A good first impression for the bosses.
Fin
Okay, this is a concept I wa sconsidering posting on FF.net, but put here instead.
Tal means Blood in Mando'a, the Mandalorian tongue.
|
|
|
Post by Myrdraxxis on Nov 23, 2008 17:41:43 GMT -5
AH I love this concept. The Republic Commando books were by far my favorite so far. Have you read Order 66?
|
|
Major Xeno
Aspiring Author
Master of Fire
A Perfect World makes a Horrible Story
Posts: 639
|
Post by Major Xeno on Nov 23, 2008 18:54:33 GMT -5
Yes. I loved it! But this story is going to go differently than the canon.
You know how the Nulls were piecing together the whole picture behind the clone wars? This guy, Tal, is going to do that, but better.
|
|
|
Post by Myrdraxxis on Nov 23, 2008 19:02:03 GMT -5
awesome!
|
|
Major Xeno
Aspiring Author
Master of Fire
A Perfect World makes a Horrible Story
Posts: 639
|
Post by Major Xeno on Nov 23, 2008 19:16:35 GMT -5
I've got tons of these concepts, you know, those ideas that just pop into your head. I'll probably start posting them here instead of FF.
|
|
|
Post by Myrdraxxis on Nov 23, 2008 20:53:07 GMT -5
cool. Yeah most of my stories are ideas that just popped up in my head. For instance, Im actually writing up a new story. Naruto/Guild Wars!
|
|
Major Xeno
Aspiring Author
Master of Fire
A Perfect World makes a Horrible Story
Posts: 639
|
Post by Major Xeno on Nov 23, 2008 20:58:35 GMT -5
Yeah, I saw that on your FF profile. Goes to a monastary to be trained as an Elementalist, right?
|
|
|
Post by Myrdraxxis on Nov 23, 2008 21:06:02 GMT -5
yup. Im probably gonna include Luxons somehow. the idea was either Naruto got found at a young age by Luxon traders and adopted, or found by Headmaster after VotE. I thing im goin with the second one.
But no actually I was thinking as an Assassin (secondary Elementalist perhaps) since he is a shinobi. But I like adding at ONE super plot twist to my stories, so I thought of quite the interesting one.
Naruto descendant of Shiro Tagatchi. Muahahahaa!
|
|
Major Xeno
Aspiring Author
Master of Fire
A Perfect World makes a Horrible Story
Posts: 639
|
Post by Major Xeno on Nov 23, 2008 22:10:08 GMT -5
I'm not that much of a Guild Wars guy, but I know a small bit. Is Shiro the main bad guy in Factions? I played for like a week.
You should have him learn all the dances, and show off a lot!
Maybe a Assassin/Ranger? Or a mix with more than two?
Are Luxon the pirates or the other faction?
|
|
|
Post by Myrdraxxis on Nov 23, 2008 22:12:59 GMT -5
Yes Shiro is the bad guy. And as for the dances...that would make a great omake And yeah Luxons are the other faction.
|
|
|
Post by Mizagium on Nov 23, 2008 22:31:23 GMT -5
hahaha, I have no idea what you're talking about!
|
|
|
Post by Myrdraxxis on Nov 23, 2008 22:33:57 GMT -5
hahaha.....play pc games then -.-
|
|
|
Post by Mizagium on Nov 23, 2008 22:34:48 GMT -5
I p[lay Spore.
|
|