Inspired by random Youtube videos that get the goosebumps going, and then watching Greivous loose to padawans, and Gungans... I feel the need to kill a few thigns, and have a decent fight sequence for this story :D
Also Inspired by Centurion, Rome Total War, Tennis, and Final Fantasy(You will see why in this chapter)
Now as possibly retarded as mixing all those together sounds... I do a legitimate story basis xD This is not going to be splattering random shiyat all over the place, and I will refrain from doing most unrealistic things. Lol
Also I like reviews people ^^.
I'll even begin with the narrator xD
STAR WARS: Clone Wars.
War is Sweeping across the Galaxy! And even as the ongoing effort of the ever potent Jedi, teamed with the ever-efficient clone army, turmoil, and chaos have swept the galaxy.
With this change of events, the Republic has proven able to battle on multiple fronts, agaisnt both Droid, the Criminal Underground, and Treachery of all shapes and sizes!
However; Some forces of evil can be more potent than others! And the Republic controlled outpost on the planet Serus 4, a planet in the Mid-Rim worlds, will experience the full power of cold vengeance, not from Sith forces, but of a far different nature...
"Where'd he go?"
"He's over there! Take him down!", laser fire seemed to sweep left and right across a solid steel wall, hitting light equipment that was lined along it.
"Burtram! Get your men out of there!"
"AH! He's right on top of us-AGGH!", the radio killed.
"He's deflecting the laser fire! AH! Got my shoudler-NO!-", another radio dead as the main squad out in the open kept blasting away. The facility was large enough to sustain one hundred men, but there wasn't nearly that many present, perhaps fifty from the start... and gradually shrinking.
"Man down!", another shouted amidst the bout of near confusion.
"I can't see him!"
"Enough! Hold! Fall back! Back to the keep!", ordered a blue clone... commander, he wore Armor similar to Rex's just not as bulky. He activated his comm, "Disengage! We'll stand a better chance inside!", he ordered over the radio.
The main building, the Communications outpost itself, was shaped much like a Parallelogram from the side, with a large dish satelite mounted on the roof, aimed at the sky. The clones, now down to little more than two dozen, retreated through the main door, the last of them blasting into the outside as it closed on the oncoming force!
"Come on Come on!", The commander was rapidly pressing the button, inside the helmet, the clone was sweating uncontrollably. The man running to the door, the loose ragged covering the pale gray body, and black... war paint. He was suddenly shut out, with a loud pound, and very long dent in the metal, bending, and warping.
"Commander?", one of the clones closest asked, aiming steadily.
The clone in charge stepped backwards, "...Get to the control room. Open a comm to the Jedi council. We need this dealt with!", he seemed to become less confident, as he turned, "Techy! You're with me!"
"Yes sir!", the clone in yellow saluted, before jumping into a run, now wasn't the time to use regulations! Up stairs, down the hallways, through two blast doors.
"Quickly, get on the computer, and open me a direct comm to the Republic Military!", he commanded, taking off his helmet, and gesturing hastily, "Hurry trooper!"
"I'm working on it commander!", he shouted back, tapping, and even mashing some of the buttons, "Nerfherder!", he cursed, and was near done, he clicked a red button, "You're on!"
The commander turned to the camera system mounted on the wall... and waited to feel the rush of the recording software scanner as he prepared what he had to say.
"Go! Message now!"
He widened his eyes, and turned to the holo-recorder, "This is Captain Cerberus, reporting in with an emergency announcement.", he spoke, "This is Republic Comm outpost, on planet Serus 4. We've had a major security breech. Half of the men stationed have been KIA, and we've locked ourselves inside the Comm station.", he faltered, "He's too strong for our weapons, you have to help us, We can't get a hit on him.", he stopped to listen to the doors on the first floor... he heard the breaking of metal, and the sound of a small explosion... and then the eruption of laser fire, "Blast! He's inside the building! We don't have a lot of time!", he began to plead.
"Sir he's coming this way-AAHHH!", that sound came from off-screen, down the stairs, metal SHRIEKING on metal went off, as though something had spun around to slash against the wall... he knew a Clone had been dropped, the banging off loose armor on the stairway was too evident.
"I've no idea why he's here or what he wants! But you have to hurry!", he started to put his helmet on, shakily, "Goodbye commanders...", he finished on a calm note, and reached for his blaster...
It happened all so fast, the unparalleled force, the piercing cry, and the feeling of something bursting through his chest plates. A long, thick wedge of metal... began to raise him in the air as though he was meat on a shush-ka-bob. He didn't slide down any further... he just died moments after, dangling in the air.
In one swift turn, the gleaming object that pierced him swung his body throught the air, stopping, with momentum enough to throw him off the blade, and send the body barreling into supply crates, and flopping down, hidden from sight. It was a sword.
A sword as big as a man, single edged, and very large... drenched in the blood of the clones from base-to-tip, yet still gleaming. The hood of a pale-skinned man, possessing long, black thread-like hair... concealed the face. He wore light rags of clothings, a vest, torn, and tattered on it's cleaves, his leggings were more like a shredded cloak by now... he looked like a poverty ridden man...
He wasn't that big either... he was tall, perhaps 6 foot 2 inches. Yet he lacked the muscle definition of a marauder... despite how heavy the sword may have been.
He stepped into range of the hologram, he seemed to know exactly what he was doing, He kept the sword lowered at his side, parallel to the cold floor. His eyes concealed, all that the hologram caught was his lips moving, the black, jagged Warrior markings on his gray pale skin, he turned the hood directly to the camera.
"Jedi... I know you're watching this... Do not cower from me.", he spoke deeply, "I await your decision... Come and face me... For treachery's sake, I will punish you.", he didn't say why, "Send me a Jedi!", he commanded, and raised his clenched fist.
He turned away, back to the camera, "I've grown bored of clones...", he muttered, and his mighty sword raised, his body gone, but the blade raised far enough to the camera caught it on film... he destroyed the console, which utterly killed the transmission.
He looked back, watching the recorder spark, and short-circut, "Mmm...", he grimaced, and then with a sweep of the sword, and the untold metal it was forged of... the main panels were slashed in two, sparked open, and even lit into a short fire.
"Egh...", came a soft groan... the yellow clone trooper, the "Techy", stirred, and awoke... he felt his for his chest plating. He was relieved to know it had not been completely destroyed, and he killed along with it... But he turned his visor to face the man ripping apart the cables by the tip of a very large blade, "You... what're you...", he reached for his pistol... unholstering it.
With a swift turn of the eyes, the sword tip swung up, and demolished the blaster... scattering the ground with sparking laser ammo, "Meddlesome clone.", he spoke coldly, and raised his leg, "However... you will prove useful.", he gave a harsh kick to the face... K. the Tech support with a swift blow to the helmet, taking the armor clean off... exposing his face.
He lifted the clone by the armor, "You will let me expose the Jedi's weakness.", he muttered, his sword neutrally held at his side, long, and still drenched in the blood of brothers.
"And eye, for an eye.", he went on, and opened a small brig room... it seemed like Techy wasn't the only one alive... three others lay battered in their torn, slashed, and beaten armor. They were unconcious two of them... the third looking up as the yellow trooper was dropped beside him.
"Ugh.", the Tech trooper grunted, weakly though, "Why you doing this...?", he asked... but he could not foresee the door immediately closing.
Outside, the man narrowed his eyes, staring up at another camera who's little red light was still glowing... he raised his hand, "I don't like to be watched.", he muttered, and with a closed palm motion... he did not touch the camera, yet in moments it was slowly crumpled... damaging the hardware, and short circuiting the recorder, shutting it down.
"But may all witness the death of the Jedi.", he mumbled...