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Hey folks, here's part 10 of my Clone Wars/ROTS story.
Hope you enjoy. Leave a Review when you're done.
Disclaimer: A lot of characters in my stories are from other forms of Media that I don't own and are made by people who are better story writers than me.
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Chancellor's office, Coruscant.
It was the early morning hours on Coruscant as the sun has only just risen.
Gray overcast clouds hung low, covering the tips of Coruscant's mighty skyscrapers.
Normally, the sky was full of air-speeders carrying people from point A to point B.
Today, however, that was not the case. Martial law was still in effect.
Instead of air-speeders, it was Republic gunships and police sky cars.
Because of this, people weren't going to work. The economy literally shut down over night because people weren't getting to work. They were either law abiding citizens who were heeding government warnings, or they were the violent radicals who wanted Palpatine back in power, Dalyell's head on a pike, and Jedi corpses, including younglings, piled up in the streets.
Dalyell stood in the chancellor's office. He had only just moved himself in. He brought a few belongings with him. He had a picture of his family on his desk, and another with his oldest son, who was a COG Gear in the Coalition Army back on Sera. The desk also had a plaque with a quote on it. It read: 'I am responsible for myself, and my actions'.
Another picture had COG soldiers braving enemy fire to raise the COG banner during his planet's great civil war, the Pendulum Wars as it was known. Below the painting was the COG Oath of service: "I shall remain vigilant and unyielding in my pursuit of the enemies of the Coalition. I will defend and maintain the order of life as it was proclaimed by the Allfathers of the Coalition in the Octus Canon. I will forsake the life I had before so I may perform my duty as long as I am needed. Steadfast. I shall hold my place in the machine and acknowledge my place in the Coalition. I am a Gear."
He leaned his lower arm against the recently replaced window. He then leaned his forehead against his lower arm to look out the window.
He saw smoke columns from fires all across the city. Some were white, which meant the fires stopped burning. Or they were black, which meant that they were still burning strong. Most of the columns were black.
The fire-crews, the only people that were still able to do their jobs, were working serious over time. This was the nightshift. The other two shifts were stuck at home because of the martial law.
He could see a massive protest right outside the senate building.
There were hundreds of them.
Thousands of people have been killed across the planet. This revolution was getting out of hand quickly.
All lot of theses rioters were just trying to stir up trouble and could care less about the cause.
There were reports of homes and businesses being broken into and looted. It was a bad day to be a small business owner, unless they were armed, in which case it was a bad day to be a protestor.
The Hospitals were overflowing with wounded, while Police and Fire stations were burning in some of the more violent areas. The Mob obviously wanted to-quite literally-burn society to the ground.
The Grand Army was being forced to fire on the very "citizens" it swore to protect.
"God help us all," Dalyell muttered to himself.
"Your excellency. Do you have anything to say sir? Do you wish to propose a new coarse of action?" Said a voice behind him.
Dalyell turned to see that it was Bail Organa.
The senator from Alderaan was joined by Mon Mothma, Riyo Chuchi, Lux Bonteri, and several other members of the 'Delegation of 2000'.
A few Jedi Council members were attending via hologram.
There were also several military leaders in the room, including Military Governor Tarkin.
He noticed that Padme Amidala wasn't here. She must've gone home after the unique situation, that the Republic finds itself in, started last night.
The New chancellor sat down in his chair, pulled himself towards the desk and propped his head up on the desk with his arms.
He was staring off into space, thinking.
Everyone in the room stared back at him.
"People. I'm going to be very blunt with you. There is a violent revolution in the streets of Coruscant and cities all across the Core regions of the galaxy. More planets loyal to Palpatine are threatening to secede, and sense we're sending more ships to put down the revolution, our forces in the outer rim are bogged down with no reinforcements. The Republic is falling apart at the seams. And if we don't solve this problem right now, then we can kiss stability, and quite possibly the Republic, goodbye. I think that we need to start by ending this war," Dalyell said.
"I think that it is time that we finally put the CIS down for good. And when that is done, we shall bring more of our forces back here to put down the revolution," Tarkin said.
"Your excellency..." Mothma started to say, as if in protest of Tarkin's suggestion.
"Please don't call me that. It makes me feel very uncomfortable," Dalyell said. He thought it made him sound more like a king than an executive.
Mon Mothma cleared her throat and continued.
"Sir. We must put an end to the violence. I believe that we should call for a peaceful resolution," she suggested.
"We'll try to put something together, I promise you that. But as much as I'd like for that to happen, I personally believe that the time for talking has ended. The CIS have never agreed to our offers of peace, they don't want to surrender, and they know that we're spread dangerously thin. So they'll try to exploit that weakness. Tarkin's right. We need to crush the Separatists. But instead of crushing the revolution, we'll show the galaxy our power. And then, hopefully, the CIS will give in and the mob will stifle itself," Dalyell said.
Everyone was silent.
"Sire. How do you plan to bring the Confederacy to the table?" Lux asked.
"With our latest weapons platform: the Hammer of Dawn. It's a plasma beam weapon that's being used by the Navy, curtesy of the COG's devotion to the Republic," Dalyell said, referring to Operation Leveler. It was a joint operation between Clone and COG forces led by Anakin Skywalker and Colonel Victor Hoffman from Sera. They captured a targeting system for the laser. The weapon was also powered by crystals from places like Mygeeto, which was why Ki-Adi Mudi was on the planet now, fighting the CIS. "With a few hundred warships in the Navy already equipped with this weapon, then we could take out the CIS's ability to wage war".
That's when Dalyell's desk started blinking. A message was coming in over his desk-com. He activated it and Clone Marshal Commander Fox's hologram appeared on the desk. He was the leader of the Coruscant Guard.
Everyone in the room listened closely.
"Sir. The mob is arming themselves, and the precincts are overrun. They can't handle the arrests," he said.
"Your taking prisoners? The Mob's not taking prisoners, Commander. Tell the Police to stop trying to make arrests. No more arrests until you've Put The Mob Down!" Dalyell ordered, emphasizing the last four words.
The room fell silent, as people were shocked at what Dalyell ordered.
Fox saluted. "Yes Sir!" He said before his hologram disappeared.
"Chancellor. I'm not sure that using fear and intimidation is the best coarse of action," Riyo Chuchi said.
Dalyell looked at the young pantoran lady who spoke.
"Senator, my Government back home has a motto: We only achieve unity through order. We need to end this war and put the Mob in it's place, whether through peace or force, if we want to save the Republic. Tarkin. I want you to co-ordinate with the military. Be ready to deploy the Hammer. I want the rest of you to be ready to go. I'm going to make a call to Raxus. I'll arrange for a meeting on neutral ground. Perhaps Mandalore," Dalyell said.
That got Lux's attention. His girlfriend was still on Mandalore. Perhaps he could give her a surprise.
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Messages between the office of Chancellor Dalyell of the Republic and the office of Premier Deschenko of the CIS.
Dalyell: "Premier Deschenko. I'm going to get straight to the point: We need to end this war soon. I would like to make one final attempt to make peace with the Confederacy of Independent Systems".
Deschenko: "I'm sure we could agree to a white peace if you cut your military budget, shut down the cloning facilities on Kamino, and pay reparations to our people. And in return, we will come to the negotiating table".
Dalyell: "I won't accept those terms. I will only accept a white peace or your total surrender. And I am begging you to accept the former".
Deschenko: "Is that a threat? I'm not surprised. Your Predecessor was a tyrant, so I wouldn't expect anything less from you".
Dalyell: "He was a closet tyrant who conspired with your predecessor, who was a more open tyrant. Which is why I feel that we should stop this fighting. Both sides have been played from the start".
Deschenko: "Your side was played. Our problems were real. Your Republic was crushing us under the weight of its boot. You will not spit on his great legacy or his name! Dooku gave us a voice"
Dalyell: "You're right. Your problems were real. Because my predecessor did drive you away. But he and Dooku were conspiring to do so and create the war. Dooku gave you a voice, and you can continue to have your voices heard. I implore you. Agree to Negotiations. We will allow you to keep your independence. That is something that I can assure you that Palpatine would never do".
Deschenko: "Never! We will fight to our last breath. We will fight until you have to charge over mountains of your fallen slaves. And when your Republic is ripped apart from the inside, then we will one day march across the burning ruins of your corrupt oligarchy".
The transmission cut.
Deschenko was obviously a true believer. And a fighter. Either that or he was feeding a massive ego. Perhaps both.
But he didn't know what was in store for him by walking away from the negotiating table.
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(A/N: This is where I explore the Halo universe in this semi-crossover, which is connected to my SW/Halo/Mass effect x-over).
HIGHCOM Facility Bravo-6, Sydney, Commonwealth of Australia, Earth, Sol system, Center of UEG space, Milky Way galaxy.
Far Away in the Milky Way Galaxy, other events were unfolding. They were disconnected from the Clone Wars, yet somehow intertwined.
The Planet Earth, which was still re-building after the Covenant War, was buzzing with activity.
People were returning home from refugee camps all across UEG (Unified Earth Government) space, Construction was underway in cities all across the Planet.
High above in orbit, the UNSC Home Fleet stood ready to defend the system from any invasion that once again threatened the cradle of Mankind.
The Great War was over. Mankind battled extinction, and won.
Now they were starting to rebuild, stronger than before.
But the Galaxy was still a dangerous place. There were Insurrectionists rising up across the colonies, border skirmishes with the Citadel Races, and Covenant remnants still at war with Humanity.
But something else was fairly concerning. It wasn't of this galaxy.
It was in a galaxy far, far away.
In the Andromeda Galaxy (the SW galaxy) was a massive war between two galactic civilizations, with a human race, to the surprise of everyone, playing a prominent role in both.
At first glance it seemed far too distant.
Too insignificant.
But the nature of war doesn't keep it that way. Both sides went looking for a new way to get the edge on the other.
That included looking for more resources to fuel the war effort.
The Republic and Separatists searched everywhere, and they even set up bases in territory they found in order to get the edge on the other side.
Battles raged in places outside of the galaxy they were fighting over.
But one day, that all changed when the Separatists made contact with the Turian Hierarchy of Palaven.
It all broke down into a battle between both sides, which the CIS won.
Already mobilized for total war, the Turians went to drive the CIS away.
They found several bases and mining operations run by the CIS, which the Turians destroyed.
Republic forces eventually came into contact with the Citadel during a battle with the Separatists.
Both sides agreed to driving the CIS out of the Milky way in exchange for a mutual defense treaty, and a trade agreement.
But there was a catch: the Citadel Races were at war with the UEG. When the Turians attacked a UNSC flotilla, attacked several UEG planets, which seceded and joined the Citadel, and created a massive border dispute that led to a war along each side's mutual border.
The Republic ended up sending aid to the Citadel. This caused relations between the Republic and UEG, when they just started, to sour immediately.
So in return, the UNSC (military arm of the UEG) started giving aid to the Separatists. That aid included medical aid and food distribution for CIS refugees moving deeper into the outer rim, intel gathering, black ops missions, and the occasional convoy raiding. There were also 30,000 UNSC servicemen and women, along with several small battlegroups, helping the Separatist, not to support their cause, but to hurt the Republic's.
Now, in a secret EMP-proof conference room 3 kilometers underground, the President of the UEG and several members of the UNSC Security Council were discussing the Clone War going on, and UNSC operations in the Andromeda Galaxy.
"Everyone. We're here to discuss the current situation in the andromeda galaxy. I want to talk about it and discuss our next coarse of action," Said President Ruth Charet.
"Yes Madam President," said a young Lieutenant.
He got up and showed a holo-map of UNSC space. Mankind was surrounded by people who wanted it gone.
"The Republic has been pushing the CIS deeper into the outer fringes of their galaxy for five months now and the Separatist leadership appears to be either dead or captured. However, their is a new development in Republic space: The Jedi Order has staged a coup that overthrew Chancellor Palpatine, and it's in the middle of a Revolution," the young intel officer said.
There were TV monitors that lined a wall on the side of the chamber. Most of them showed UNSC naval forces pounding an Insurrectionist city out in the outer colonies. Some showed the border conflicts with the Citadel Races, while others showed UNSC forces going toe-to-toe with Covenant forces on the frontier of Human Space.
But the other monitors showed what the meeting was about.
Rioters were in the streets, smashing windows, burning viechles, beating people, and chanting slogans.
Files of Clone Troopers pointed their rifles at the mob. They fired when the people wouldn't disperse.
There were also Republic Warships hovering over several cities.
"Looks like the Republic's falling apart at the seams," General Strauss of the UNSC Army said.
"Should we provide support and aid to the revolutionaries?" General Dellert of the Air Force asked.
"Hell No. We might end up creating something far worse if they take over," General Hogan of the Marine Corps said.
"Hogan's right. My agents are reporting that these people are Palpatine fan-boys. That means they agree with everything he does, like he's their king. And he hated the UNSC," Admiral Serin Osman of the Office of Naval Intelligence said. Her organizations carried out all kinds of Black ops missions against the Republic. She was, as the ONI's motto said, ever vigilant.
"Well then, what should we do? Continue supporting the Separatists, or let the Republic implode by itself?" President Charet asked.
That's when Lord Hood, Commander of the UNSC Home Fleet and CINC of the UNSC's emergency government, spoke up.
"I for one believe that we don't need to help the CIS anymore. Whatever happens, the Republic is weakened after this. That was our ultimate goal. We should pull out and focus on the threat closest to home," said the Naval Veteran of the Covenant War, and man of British Nobility, said.
"Then we should send a battlegroup to assist in the evacuation of all our men out in andromeda," Osman said.
"All in favor?" Charet asked as she raised her hand. Everyone else raised their hand. "Then it's decided: We'll send a large Task Force to help evacuate our forces in andromeda".
"Yes Madam President. I'll take the UNSC Infinity and Battle Group Dakota over into CIS space and we'll pull those men out of there," Hood said.
"I'm coming with you Lord Hood. I want to be there when we bring our men home," Osman said.
Hood shrugged in a 'fine by me' gesture.
They both walked out to gather a battlegroup to evacuate their forces from a galaxy that was becoming more and more hostile by the day.
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Mandalore, Sun'dari, Republic aid station near the Royal Palace, two days after the siege lifts, one day after the Coruscant revolution began.
The Battle of Sun'dari was over.
There were small pockets of Shadow Collective resistance that were being cleared out all over the planet, but they were nothing that the Coalition couldn't handle.
Mandalore was free. But at a steep price.
Many of the Night Owls and their allies suffered dearly. So did Ahsoka's forces. The Sovereign's task force took heavy damage and the fighter squadrons were exhausted.
It was, however, no where near as devastating a loss as Maul's reign of destruction across the Planet.
Many of the cities were destroyed, their radioactive remains still burning in the distance.
But Maul was on the run, and his regime was toppled. And the majority of the cities survived.
Now it was time to rebuild.
Not just rebuild the infrastructure, but the lives.
That included the injured troopers from Ahsoka's forces.
One of those troopers was an old friend. And sort of a mentor to Ahsoka in some ways.
It was CT-7567. Commander of the 501st. Second-in-command to General Skywalker. It was Captain Rex.
Ahsoka and Jesse were visiting the wounded when they found Rex. They stood over the injured Captain. Kix had placed bacta patches over each of the blaster wounds that were left by Gar Saxon, Maul's top field commander, who was still leading the fight against the Allied occupation.
Rex stirred in his sleep every so often.
It made Ahsoka uneasy. Was he giving his last breath? Was he reacting to Kix checking his vitals every ten minutes? Was he about to wake up? Was he having a bad dream? Did it matter?
"I could've fixed this," Ahsoka said suddenly.
"What?" Jesse asked.
"I could've been less careless. I could've been more alert, then Saxon wouldn't have done this. And if I had stopped Maul, then I could've, at least, avenged Rex," Ahsoka said.
Jesse placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Ma'am. You can't beat yourself up about it. You did your best. We all did. You need to keep it together. With the General..." Jesse started to say.
Ahsoka looked back up at him, with tears welling up in her eyes.
They all found out what happened to General Skywalker. The Council had told them that Anakin was killed while uncovering Palpatine's plot to take over the galaxy. He was going to be buried as a hero to the Republic, and to the Jedi Order.
(A/N: I'm sure you all undestand the dramatic Irony of this scenario. In this story, the Council lies about what happened to Anakin. They want to preserve his legacy as the chosen one who helped destroy the sith. Imagine what some Jedi would believe if they found out what Anakin really did).
It had devastated Ahsoka. She hadn't left her room for a whole day when she found out about Anakin.
Jesse needed to fix this conversation, fast.
"Gah. We need you to be strong right now. You need to step up to the plate. We're all going to get through this together as a regiment. As a family," Jesse said, emphasizing the last three words.
Ahsoka sniffed, wiped away her tears, and smiled.
"Thanks Jesse," she said.
"Why don't you go on ahead. I'll watch over the captain," he said.
She nodded and walked out of the tent.
Rex stirred in his sleep again.
But with his breathing mask on, no one could tell that he was smiling.
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Message from the Chancellor's office.
From: Office of the Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Republic Congress.
To: The Admiralty of the Republic Navy.
Subject: Hammer of Dawn Deployment.
Gentlemen. These are uncertain times we live in. If the Republic is to survive, then we must bring our enemies to heel. You are hereby authorized to swiftly bring down the enemies of the Republic by any means necessary. That includes the use of the Hamer of Dawn weapons platform. We must destroy the CIS's will, and ability, to fight. That will lead to the Revolution's loss of willpower as well. Do what you feel is necessary to win this war for the survival of the Republic.
Signed: Tomas Dalyell, Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Congress.
Message ends.
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Kashyyyk, Republic Base near Kashirro.
"This is Commander Gree. We are about to be overrun. General Unduili is wounded, and General Vos is missing. The Seppies are knocking on my door. We can't hold them much longer!" He shouted into his com-link.
No response.
Gree and his men from the 41st Elite Corps, along with the Wookie natives, were in the middle of a fight for their very lives.
Red plasma crashed down all around them. Sand was kicked up by the concussive force, and the screams of wounded clones and cookies alike filled the air.
Ever since Master Yoda left for Coruscant, and the revolution started back in the core, the Republic has halted all major offensives into the Outer Rim. This emboldened the CIS to launch an offensive of their own.
Now, Separatist warships were hammering the place. The Republic Fleet suffered heavy casualties in orbit before scattering across the system.
Red laser bolts slammed into the beachheads and treetop buildings of Kachirro.
The RSV Tranquility was still parked behind the beach and concealed by the trees.
It used its cannons to provide artillery support for the troops on the beach, and its dwindling fighter compliment fought desperately to hold off the CIS warships.
"Shit! No response!" Gree exclaimed.
Just then, several Hyena bombers swooped by, ready to their payload on the Tranquility.
The ship's cannons woke up and blasted away at the enemy bombers.
Several bombers were downed, but a few dropped their payload on the Star-Destroyer. Explosions blossomed all over its hull. The shields glowed and popped. The ship suffered multiple hull breaches. The ships was still intact, but its cannons fell silent, and fires raged across the ship.
Conderate forces continued the assault in the air and on the ground
"Sir, what are we gonna do?!"
Gree looked around. The city was on fire, the ship was on fire, and his men had no where to go.
"Just keep firing. If we go down, the we'll go down fighting like clones should!" Gree ordered.
"UHHAH!" the clones shouted as they continued fighting.
"GGRRRRR!" The Wookies chanted.
"Charge!" Gree shouted before the clones and Wookies pushed forward.
Droids had their arms ripped out of their sockets by raging Wookies. Clones blasted droids point blank and hacked away at them with their laser bayonets.
"For the Republic!" one clone shouted as he blasted away at the enemy.
"Come on you clankers," another clone said, taunting the droids with a signature slang term.
The battle raged even harder. Republic cannons blasted away at the CIS tanks in defiance. Wookie catamarans and Republic fighters continued to hold off the CIS ships.
Sep dropships were blasted out of the sky before they could land more troops. Republic Tanks pushed the enemy ground forces back into the lake.
As the clones secured the beaches, the CIS warships, which were still hovering over the lake, blasted the beachheads with an even greater ferocity.
"Is there anyone there? We need help now!" Gree shouted into his com-link.
"This is Captain Jan Dodonna of the Republic Navy. We read you Commander. What's your situation?" The voice asked.
"Sir. I've got the entire Sep Navy knocking on my door. We need air support, and we need it now," Gree said frantically.
"Alright Commander. Mark those targets and we'll see what we can do," Dodonna said.
"Aye Sir. Delta Squad mark those warships," Gree ordered into his com system.
"Yes Sir," Delta 38 acknowledged.
"Got it. Targets marked. Just sit back and enjoy the view," Dodonna said.
For a few minutes nothing happened.
Suddenly, the gray clouds started to glow blue.
Then several powerful beams split the clouds apart and connected to the Sep warships.
They exploded, their burning remains crashing into the lake below.
Every Clone and Wookie looked up to see what had just happened.
"Damn," one of the clones exclaimed softly.
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Felucia, Outer Rim.
Aayla Secura, and her 327th Star Corps, was in the fungal forests of Felucia.
She and her man were fighting for their lives. The CIS forces had dozens of heavy cannons in the hills. They were firing down on the Republic forces.
The Twi'lek Jedi, who was wearing tight pants and a tube top, was in the middle of it all.
As she deflected blaster bolts that were coming her way, her large breasts jiggled with every move she made.
Commander Bly and his men fired up at the mountain fortress.
Republic tanks exploded left and right. Several Gunships were shot down trying to get supplies into the area.
"Commander. Is there any way that we can take out those cannons?" Aayla asked as she deflected more and more shots with her blue saber.
"Sure, with a few battleships maybe!" He said.
Out of no where, several blue beams shot through the sky and slammed into the CIS positions.
They slowly moved across the hilltops like a giant destructive eraser.
Massive walls of fire rose up over the fungus. Thousands of birds flew away from the fire.
Everyone looked up in both horror and relief.
"Bly, was that ours?" Aayla asked.
At that moment, dozens of Republic fighters, bombers, and gunships flew down to the burning hilltops.
"I guess so. Everyone advance!" Bly ordered.
The Republic convoy got moving again.
Aayla and her men charged up to the CIS fortifications. They secured the area without encountering any resistance.
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Mygeeto, outer rim.
On the crystal world of Mygeeto, The clone and Droid armies were fighting for control of the city.
A long bridge connected the two sections of the city. The Republic side and the Separatist side.
A massive snow storm hovered over the battle.
Ki-Adi-Mundi and Commander Bacara are leading their Galactic Marines of the 21st Nova corps in a fight to take the other side.
"Come on!" Mundi called out.
As the Republic began to advance across the bridge, several Octuptarra tri-droids towered over the CIS positions on the other side.
They fired their heavy cannons at the bridge.
"Incoming!" Bacara shouted.
The bridge was hit by dozens of plasma blasts. It eventually started to give way.
"It's breaking away!" Captain Jet shouted out.
"Get clear! Get off the bridge!" Mundi ordered.
Everyone started to get clear, but many weren't fast enough.
The bridge fell into the deep gorge below, along with dozens of clones and several armored viechles.
Bacara could see the other side. Jet trooper droids and several hovering octuptarra tri-driods were amassing near the other side, ready for a counter-attack.
"Stand by. Get ready for them to counterattack!" Mundi called out as his men assumed a defensive stance.
A few moments later, the gray clouds began to glow blue.
"Now what?" Jet asked.
Several blue plasma beams split through the dark clouds and came crashing into the ruined and deserted city on the other side.
The droid army was wiped out along with the city.
Everyone was shocked. The city was just gone. And the Republic was just about ready for an attack that would obviously never come.
"What just happened?" one Clone asked as everyone stared at the burning city in disbelief.
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Raxus, capital of the CIS, office of Premier Deschenko.
The premier of the Confederacy of Independent Systems looked at the monitors in front of him.
They showed the raw destructive power that the Republic Navy was capable of.
Fleets were blown apart. Naval yards, airfields, droid/viechle factories on the frontline were blown to pieces and left to burn. Clone forces marched over the remains of their droid counterparts without any resistance.
The use of this new weapon by the Republic was reported on 29 different worlds in the outer rim. All were fortress worlds, some of which were close to Raxus and several other Separatist core worlds.
Deschenko was witnessing the end of the world. And whether he knew it then or now, he agreed to keep on fighting his way to the destruction of the Confederacy.
He wasn't the only one watching it. This was being transmitted by the Republic all over the galaxy.
It was supposed to be a show of force. It was working. Their revolution was dying down planet by planet until the mob scattered, surrendered, or fled underground.
There was a knock on his door.
"Come in," he said.
It was his secretary.
"Sir. You have a call coming in. It's Chancellor Dalyell," she said.
With a beep breath, he contemplated the news for several heart beats.
"Put it through," he ordered.
Chancellor Dalyell's image appeared on the holo-projector on his desk.
"what do you want?" He asked.
"Premier Deschenko. You've seen the power of the Hammer of Dawn. You've witnessed our destructive capability. I'm giving you one last chance to agree to come to the negotiating table. If you don't, then I will have no choice but to instruct the Republic Navy to unleash the full power of the hammer of Dawn onto your cities. Your fleets won't be able to stop us," Dalyell said.
Deschenko's hands started to shake, and sweat began to pour down the side of his head.
"B-but, millions would die," he said.
"Billions already have," Dalyell stated, making Deschenko's throat swell up. "I'll give you one more week to accept my offer. You know how to reach me".
Dalyell's hologram disappeared, leaving Deschenko alone in his office with his thoughts.
This was the end of the CIS as he knew it.
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Mandalore, Republic diplomatic transport, en route to Sun'dari.
A Consular class frigate, with several V-Wings escorting it, was about to land in Sun'dari. What was left of it anyway.
It was carrying the people who were going to negotiate with the CIS, who had finally decided to get off of their high horses after being bombed into submission.
Lux Bonteri, who was with several other senators-including Bail Organa, Riyo Chuchi, and Mon Mothma-looked out a window.
Smoke columns still towered over their points of origin in the distance.
Debris and rubble littered the streets of the once proud city.
"This place has seen better days," Riyo said.
"Ahsoka was right: the fighting here must've been brutal," Lux said.
"Mmm. The People of Mandalore are resilient. Now that the fighting is mostly done with, they can start rebuilding what was lost," Mon Mothma said.
The two younger Senators nodded in agreement before they looked back down at the city below.
Construction crews and volunteers were helping clear up the city.
Soldiers guarded every point of interest.
The consular ship swooped over the city. It touched down on a landing pad on top of the Royal Palace. The fighters all landed around the ship.
The Senators all embarked from the ship.
An armored figure with red hair and a petite form walked over to the parked ship.
"Welcome to Mandalore. We're honored to welcome the esteemed representatives of the Republic," Bo-Katan Kryze said.
"It is our pleasure to be here," Bail said as he gave a slight bow of respect before he extended his hand to her, which she took.
Bo-Katan looked past everyone at Lux. They looked at each other. It wasn't exactly friendly.
"You again. Hm. I haven't seen you since you and your girlfriend burned our camp to the ground," she said.
"What's she talking about?" Rio asked. "Long story," Lux said.
"Well I suppose since your girlfriend helped take back our world we can let by-gones be by-gones," Bo-Katan said.
Lux gave her a light scowl. "I'll be sure to pass that along," he said.
"Very good. I'll show you to your quarters," Bo said as she walked towards the Palace.
As they walked through the palace, they could see scorch marks, blasted open walls, and floor craters.
"Don't worry. Everything is relatively intact. So we should be good," Bo said.
They passed by several clones occasionally. They were celebrating.
"The War's over, we did it!" One shouted.
They all cheered out loud.
That's when he saw a familiar figure conversing with some of the clones, including one who had bacta patches and a hover chair (Rex).
She was an orange togrutan with blue and white striped head-tails. She wore a skin-tight gray top and skin-tight brown pants that showed off her body in all of its womanly glory. She had a diamond cut out over her chest, which gave the casual onlooker a perfect view of her gravity defying D-cup breasts. Her large jugs were wider than her well-trimmed stomach. Her tight pants hugged her butt cheeks very well.
Ahsoka looked like she was deep in conversation with her men when she turned her head towards the column of politicians passing by.
Her face lit up a little and she smiled when she saw Lux.
His eyes connected with hers, and they were caught in a trance.
Ahsoka looked like she would faint if she swooned over him anymore than she was already. And Lux was so focused on her beauty that he didn't notice a column in his way.
"Uh," the young senator grunted as he bumped into the column.
Ahsoka brought her hand to her mouth to keep herself from laughing to hard.
Her men saw what happened and they all chuckled.
Lux, while rubbing his forehead, smiled sheepishly and continued onward with the rest of the delegates.
Riyo smiled before she elbowed Lux playfully. "And I thought Jar Jar Binks was clumsy".
"Ha Ha Ha, very funny," Lux said.
They all continued down the hall until they reached their quarters.
Everyone was given a room.
Lux went inside and started unpacking his suitcase. It had a queen-sized bed, a refresher (bathroom), and a sliding glass door that led to a balcony that looked out over the city.
As he started unpacking, he heard someone clearing their throat behind him.
He looked behind him to see someone leaning against the open door-frame.
It was Ahsoka, who was smirking.
He smiled back.
"That was quite the entrance you made Lux," she said as she stepped into the room and used her elbow to press a button behind her.
The door closed and she walked over, her large jugs jiggling with each step she took towards him.
She pressed herself against him, rubbing her breasts against his jacket, and coiled her arms around his neck.
"And here I was afraid that I haven't left an impression on you," she said, referring to him smacking into the column only moments ago.
Lux smiled.
"Never. Your beauty will always stun me. And quite frankly, you're worth the wait," he said as he placed one hand on the small of her back, his fingertips brushing her plump butt cheeks.
She smiled and blushed before smashing her lips against his. They closed their eyes and deepened the kiss.
Lux wrapped his other arm around her hour-glass waist.
In that moment, Ahsoka could almost feel the pure raw emotions coming from Lux through the kiss. His longing for her touch, the fear that she wouldn't return to him, the anxiety he felt when she was out fighting the war.
Ahsoka moaned as she started to envelope Lux's lips with her own. Their tongues began to slowly duel for control of the other's mouth. Ahsoka let Lux win that battle.
Lux allowed his hands to roam her body. They travelled up her waist, and along her shoulders and arms.
He eventually brought them down to her breasts, which he started to lightly rub.
Ahsoka moaned in pleasure and let one of her legs slowly wrap around Lux's pelvis, so she could feel the hardened bulge forming under his pants. She began to unzip his jacket, allowing her to snake her arms inside the jacket.
Lux noticed both of these actions. It meant that Ahsoka wanted more attention from him, which he was happy to provide.
He moved his hands from her breasts down to her butt cheeks. He reached underneath them to lift her up.
Ahsoka yelped and giggled.
She wrapped both of her legs around Lux's waist, as he carried her over to the bed.
He placed his knees on the bed while still carrying Ahsoka.
Lux fell forward on top of Ahsoka.
She giggled as they bounced up and down on the soft silken bed sheets.
He dove in to silence her giggles by kissing her again.
Ahsoka fell silent and accepted Lux's kiss.
They began to make out as Lux began to rock his pelvis, making him slowly grind against Ahsoka.
Lux grunted while Ahsoka moaned against his lips. He got out of his jacket and threw it to the side.
He had a white button-up collared shirt underneath with long sleeves
Lux then went down Ahsoka's body, trailing kisses along her jawline down her head-tails.
The young senator was rewarded with Ahsoka's giggling.
Eventually, he made it it the diamond cutout over her chest.
He rested his hands on her plump breasts. His hands clenched and unclenched, making the soft mountains of flesh sink and rise with his fingers.
This made Ahsoka sigh and throw her head back into the pillow.
Lux then buried his face into her chest. He rubbed his cheeks back and forth between her soft jugs.
But before the lovers could continue their little escapade, someone began to knock on the door.
The two of them gasped.
Lux sighed in disbelief while Ahsoka laughed a little.
"You've got to be kidding me," he said.
"You have to learn to have fun with it Luxie. Now go see who it is," Ahsoka said.
"This is going to be humiliating," Lux said, referring to the massive bulge in his pants. He got up and went to the door.
He answered the door.
It was Riyo Chuchi.
"Riyo," Lux said.
"Hello Lux. The other wanted me to let you know that the CIS delegates are here. The meeting is tomorrow at 8.00 am," Riyo said.
"Thank you. I'll uh..be there tomorrow," Lux said.
Riyo noticed something.
"Is everything alright?" She asked.
"Nothing's wrong. I just have company right now," Lux explained.
"Hi Riyo!" Ahsoka called out from the bed that was around the corner.
"Oh Ahsoka. May I come in and say hello?" Riyo asked.
"Uhm, er, not tonight. I, we, uhm. We're kind of in the middle of something," Lux tried to explain.
Rio looked confused before she looked down and saw the bulge in Lux's pants. He looked off to the side a little embarrassed, his cheeks bright red.
Her eyes shot back up and she blushed. Her hands shot up to her mouth.
"Oh! I see. In that case, I'll get out of your hair," she said as she walked off. "Goodnight Senator".
"You to," he said. He closed the door, locked it, and sighed in relief. "Finally".
Lux walked back around the corner.
Ahsoka was laying down in the bed, with the sheets over her. But all of her clothes and boots were piled up next to the bed, with her sabers on the nightstand.
Lux knew what that meant.
Ahsoka sat back up in the bed and stretched.
The sheets fell down from her shoulder down to her waist, revealing her breasts and stomach.
Her lifestyle as a warrior did her body well, as not a single bit of body fat was visible on her well-trimmed hourglass stomach.
Her massive D-cup jugs rose and collapsed with every breath she took. The hardened nipples moved in tiny circles everytime her breasts heaved. It looked like her lungs had to work extra hard to push the extra weight.
Ahsoka leaned back and propped herself up with her hands.
Lux was mesmerized by the naked goddess sitting in his bed, waiting for him.
"Now...where were we Luxie?" Ahsoka asked with a seductive smirk.
Lux snapped out of it and smirked.
He took his clothes off one layer at a time.
The suspense made Ahsoka chew on her lips.
Lux was soon totally naked before her walked over to the bed.
He lifted the sheets and got under them with Ahsoka.
The sheets covered everything below their waists.
When Lux laid atop Ahsoka, smashing her breast down with his pecks, and making her nipples disappear under the mounds of warm soft flesh.
Lux smashed his lips against Ahsoka's, and they both began to make out again before they clasped their hands together and rested them to either side of them.
After a few moments, Ahsoka's Lekku started to make a purring noise. It meant that Ahsoka was experiencing pure bliss.
Lux knew that and he began to thrust his erection into Ahsoka's body.
She gasped, closed her eyes, and threw her head back into the pillow.
Her moans aroused Lux further, and he began to repeatedly pound into Ahsoka's flower at a faster rate.
He rested his chin on her shoulder and pressed his face in between her cheek and Lekku.
His hot breath tickled her neck.
Their bodies began to moisten and both lovers continued to moan in pleasure as they rubbed their slippery bodies against one another's.
Moments later, Lux's scrotum clenched and a throbbing sensation travelled along his shaft.
He grunted and began to pump his hot and sticky substance into Ahsoka's body, causing her to sigh and gasp in pure ecstasy. Lux would continue to do plunder Ahsoka's beautiful body throughout the night.
No matter what bad thing they've experienced in their recent memories, they could both forget about it that night as the sounds of their love making could drown out their painful thoughts, and be heard down the hall.
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Senator Padme Amidala's apartment, Coruscant.
A DC0052 Intergalactic Speeder pulls up to the veranda landing of Padme's apartment.
The cockpit of the sleek yellow Galactic Speeder opens, and a hooded figure emerges and walks onto the veranda. An alarm goes off deep in the apartment. The figure stops before a security curtain that protects the veranda. C-3PO enters the veranda and approaches the figure.
"Hello, might I help you . . . Oh, it's you, Master Kenobi. Come in, quickly," Threepio urged
The security curtain disappears, and the figure lifts his hood. It is indeed Obi-Wan. The alarm stops sounding.
"Has Anakin been here . . . ?" He asked.
"Yes . . . right after Palpatine's...suden removal.
Padme came down the stairs in a robe. Threepio decided that this was probably the best time to leave, which he did.
"Master Kenobi!" Padme exclaimed.
She embraced Obi-Wan.
"Obi-Wan, I glad to see you. After everything that has happened..." Padma started.
"The Republic is on the brink of collapse. Padme...The Jedi Order has...been forced to take drastic measures," he said.
"I know, it's hard to believe everything to which we've dedicated our lives was nearly destroyed from within," she said.
"I believe we have been part of a plot hundreds of years in the making," Obi-Wan said.
"Well...The Jedi are still here. There is still hope?" Padme asked enthusiastically.
"No. Padme. It's not over yet. The Sith are still at large. They're trying to rule over the galaxy much like they did over a thousand years ago," Obi-Wan explained.
"The Sith!?" She asked confused.
"I'm here looking for Anakin . . . When was the last time you saw him?" Obi-Wan asked, a little frantically.
She looked confused, and a little concerned.
"Just the other day," Padme asked.
"And do you know where he is now?" He asked.
Palme looked down. She did know where he was, but she knew where his current loyalties were, and they weren't exactly with the Jedi's at the moment, if that was still the case.
"No," she ultimately said.
"Padme, I need your help. He's in grave danger," Obi-Wan said.
"From the Sith?" She asked.
"From himself-Obi-Wan sits down-...Padme...Anakin has turned to the dark side," he said slowly, ever so slightly emphasizing each word.
She recoiled in disgust.
"You're wrong! How could you even say that?" She asked.
"I have seen a security hologram attacking Master's Windu and Fisto. He even killed over a dozen Clones. His own men. He helped the Chancellor escape," he explained.
"Not Anakin! He couldn't!" Padme said, in denial.
"He was deceived by a lie. We all were. It appears that the Chancellor is behind everything, including the war. Palpatine is the Sith Lord we've been looking for. After the death of Count Dooku, Anakin became his new apprentice," Obi-Wan said, looking her in the eye.
"I don't believe you ... I can't," she said, with tears welling up in her eyes.
"Padme, I must find him," he said. She refused to face him. Then she turned to him when the realization hit her.
"You're going to kill him, aren't you?" She asked.
"He has become a very great threat. I will try to capture him, but ultimately I'll do what I must," he said.
Padme sat back down. Obi-Wan only just noticed the bump on her stomach region.
"I can't . . ." she said, as tears began to stream down her cheeks.
"Anakin is the father, isn't he?" He asked.
Palme looked away.
"I'm so sorry,"
Obi-Wan turns and leaves as Padme stares at the wall transfixed, not knowing what to do. She is worried and tormented. Obi-Wan takes off in the Speeder.
She studies the japor snippet that is hanging around her neck, that Anakin gave her 13 years ago.
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Coruscant, landing platform, a few hours later.
A small Naboo Skiff rests on a landing platform in the vast congestion of Coruscant. Padme gets out of her Speeder, followed by Captain Typho and C-3PO.
"My Lady, let me come with you," Typho insisted. But Padme pressed on.
"There is no danger. The fighting is over, and . . . this is personal," she said as she continued towards the shuttle.
Typho bowed respectfully.
"As you wish, My Lady . . . but I strongly disagree," he said.
"I'll be all right, Captain," she said as she stepped onto the ramp. "This is something I must do myself. Besides, Threepio will look after me".
"Oh, dear," Threepio said as he followed her up the ramp.
Typho goes back to his speeder and takes off as Padme and Threepio board the small Naboo Skiff.
Unbeknownst to either of them, a shadow moves out from under the Skiff.
It's Obi-Wan. He quickly jumps onto the retracting ramp as the Skiff takes off.
Threepio chatters away as Padme breaks down in tears, the painful reality sinking in.
"Green light. Do you know that I think I'm beginning to get the hang of this flying business," Threepio said as he piloted the ship.
Obi-Wan stows away on Padme's ship. The ship lifts from the landing platform, heads into the traffic lanes, and prepares to move into orbit past the Republic Blockade.
As Obi-Wan sat quietly in the ship's lower compartments, he pressed a small button on his communicator.
It was emitting a small signal, which was being picked up by the Jedi Temple.
In the Temple communication center, Windu and several other Jedi were tracking it. A hologram of Commander Cody stood at attention.
"All right. We've got him," Windu said before he turned his attention to Cody. "Commander, lock onto this signal and follow it. Obi-Wan may need help on this one".
"Yes Sir," Cody said before his hologram disappeared.
Windu leaned over on the holo-table and looked at the Naboo Skiff that was flying out of the system.
"May the force be with you Master Kenobi," he said to himself.
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there's part 10 for you folks. Hope you enjoyed.
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