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Chapter 4: Onslaught of the Republic
Turian Communications Outpost #1, Oloca Colony, Captain Pisa Robben, 2167 (40 ABY)
Captain Pisa, a soldier recently promoted to Captain sat quietly about Outpost #163, an important communications outpost in the outer colonies. If one of the outer colonies were attacked, they could contact Palavan High Command, or in a worst case scenario, the Council. The original outpost was built by the Turian government during the colonial rebellions many years before as a listening outpost, allowing for the government to spy on the rebelling colonies from a safe distance. Obviously the outpost has changed, much of the original station being replaced modern hardware and its original purpose being changed to first reporter of disasters that occurred in the outer colonies.
He sat staring at the Communications holographic display, pressing random buttons and going over the daily repports coming in from the outer rim while enjoying a nice breakfast. Skimming through the various amounts of junk data, noticing nothing out of the ordinary. The reports were mainly about minimal things, various sightings of criminal gangs or pirates or sometimes the occainsional meteor coming too close to a planet. Finishing his breakfast, he placed the dirty dishes on the table next to him, hoping to finish the morning reports so he could get some leisure time.
But as he was about to receive the last reports, everything went quiet from the colonies as the stream of oncoming data ceased without warning. No flashing red buttons, no reports of attacka, not even the regular reports.
"Huh, that's weird" he muttered to himself. There had a few times during his 3 year post that communications had stopped at random, usually the result of a mechanical failure or software issue.
'Maybe the connections off' he though as put pressed more buttons, looking over the router that allowed for connection between the station and the colonies.
'Nope, the connection is fine, but what is the problem?' he thought, trying to figure out what was wrong.
Sitting up from his chair, he walked to nearby closet to grab his space suit, thinking space debree might has damaged a component outside the station. At that moment, however, the power went out and the room went dark. All Holo Displays were shut down, and nothing appeared to be functioning. The large automatic opening doors sealed shut due to safety protocols installed in the system. The only source of light were various ominous red emergency lights placed on the ceiling.
A certain feeling of dread fell over the young Turian. His survival instincts were going into full gear, pulligm out his pistol while walking slowly towards a nearby door. Someone had managed to compromise the station, he knew that if the main power had failed the backup generators would have taken affect immediately and he would have received notice that there was a hardware failure. Since he didn't receive the wan isn't, he deduced that someone had infiltrated the compound and severed the connection and power.
"Who is out there? Show Yourselves dammit!" he yelled out, but got nothing in return.
'Shit!' he thought while walking through the dimly lit hallways, looking for generator room.
'Maybe I can get the power running again and get a message off to Oloca' he though while trying to rip open the door to the generator room. Unfortunately there was no backup system if the power ever shut down, and they had to be opened manually.
What he did not notice is that one of the grates that closed the air shaft into the room opened, and something crept its way into the room and behind the soldier.
"Hmm" the soldier muttered to himself, pulling with all his might trying to open the damned door.
All thoughts were erased as he felt a pain he never felt before. He tried to react, but the pain was to much. He looked downward at his chest. There was a blade sticking out of it, covered in blood. His blood.
He used his remaining energy to turn around, but was met with a pair a of glowing white eyes of some sort of Mech.
"What the..." he sputtered. The mech pulled the sword out of his chest. He collapsed to the ground with a thud.
His last moments were shared with other commanders and radio operatives across varying Comm. centers across the outer colonies.
Turian Communication Outpost #1, BX-series droid commando, Unit 23141
The BX-Series Commando droid were some of the most highly skilled droids made by the trade federation during there war with the Old Republic, having a higher quality intelligence installed on the unit, armed with modern weapons they are still highly lethal, even though the units were hundreds of years old at the time of the this attack.
After eliminating the commander of this Outpost. The droid made its way to the core of the outpost.
It reached it, entering the room.
"No life sign detected" came out of the voice module, a heavy voice, like its distant cousin, The Super Battle droid.
It walked up the the power engine of the ship and planted multiple thermal charges. After it did this it walked out, then pulled out a grenade and pushed the detonation button and threw it into the room. It ran like the wind to the Rendezvous point before it blew.
The other Commandos reached the point and jumped into the void of space. They turned and saw the space station blow apart.
"This is Captain 231415 of Commando squad A, target has been eliminated, returning to ship" said the droid as it spoke into the Holocomm.
It, along with the other units, were picked up by a shuttle and brought back to the main ship.
This, was only the beginning of what was about to occur .
The Star of Coruscant, Admiral Hackett
Admiral Hackett stood aboard the Star of Coruscant, the 2nd largest Spaceship in existence,stood nearly 16,000 M in length,receiving successful reports from the bx commando droids sent to eliminate the Outposts. The only other ship that outmatched it in firepower and sheer size was The Eclipse,which was 19,000 M long and the had a gun that could destroy the crust of a planet, or destroy a capitol ship in one shot. It was a secret project the Emperor started but was completed by an Admiral of the Imperial remnants, before it surrendered to the New Republic.
Its stood in the nearby system of the Olaca colony. A fleet of nearly 5,000 was hastily raised by the call to arms by the Chancellor. He would spearhead the assault on the outer colonies of Turian Space, while another fleet that included The Eclipse would assault the core worlds.
He shuttered at the thought of fighting The Eclipse in actual combat.
'I almost feel bad for these people'
"Sir, all ships are reporting in, everything is green" said a Lieutenant.
"Good, lets get this show on the road, all ships proceed into Hyperspace to the designated points" he said to all the Captain and they nodded. His ship, and 1, others jumped into hyperspace.
5 Minutes Later
All 5 thousand ships pulled out of Hyperspace at varied times, so they wouldn't accidentally destroy each other coming out of Hyperspace. With the outpost to the outer colonies gone, there would be no way for the Turians to call in reinforcements, nor a supporting navy.
From the intelligence given to then by the Turian officers, there were a fleet of a round 100 stationed at every major outer colony, only 25 for the smaller ones. A fleet of 1,000 was indeed overkill, but they could not take any chances, the possibility of the information given by the Turian captives could be false.
Once 90% of the fleet was in the system, they began the assault.
"All ships, pull out from behind the planet and fire main battery's at the enemy fleet, I want them neutralized before they can even figure out what is happening" he said into the Holocomm, a ring of Affirmative came in.
All ships pulled out from behind the planet and fired there main guns at the enemy, tearing them apart before they could retaliate, or at the least figure out what was happening, like the Admiral said. Fighters and Bombers were sent to deal with what was left of the Turian navy.
Now they had certain control of Space, and most likely the Air before the real battle had started, it was already mostly won.
The fleet, now with the remaining ships that were late due to some malfunctions, surrounded the planet so nothing to could escape and warn a nearby Turian fleet. Half of the fleet surrounded the planet as the other half was sent to attack the next system.
Hackett watched as LAAT's flew from there ships to the surface of the planets, ferrying thousands of troops to assault the planet, along with and escort of A-Wing and X-Wing fighters.
LAAT #2314, Commander Shalak Navar, New Republic Army, Alpha Squad
Commander Shalak stood along side his fellow soldiers, as they descended to the planet below. Each one of them held on the the straps that dangled from the ceiling of the craft, waiting for the go-ahead to move out. There E-11 and DH-17 rifles hanging in the ceiling.
Although they were drilled that the enemy they were facing were primitive in comparison to what they had, they were still nervous. There was still the chance that they could die.
This was the captains first time in a live combat scenario. He did not want to fail
Then they heard a thump. They knew what this meant. They had touched down on the planet. They received the go-ahead from command to exit the vehicle and move towards the objective. There objective was to secure a landing site for the larger transport ships could bring in the AT-AT'S and AT-ST'S.
In the squad he was in now, there were 10 regular troops armed with E-11 blasters, 6 SpecOps soldiers armed with DH-17 rifles, 4 Vanguards armed with rockets launchers and thermal detonates, and 1 heavy armed with the powerful Z-6 rotary blaster cannon, which fired shots at an extreme speed.
"Our objective to find a landing spots so they can bring in the AT-AT's and AT-ST'S and the main ground troops, while also setting up an are for fellow drop ships to land, currently we will be supported with AT-TE's until we can secure a landing spot, lets move" the squad nodded.
AT-TE's were old walkers made by the old Republic during the Trade Federation War. They were created in the thousands, but due to the power of the AT-AT and AT-ST, they were mainly used in less needed planets, or housed in store rooms when the Empire took the Republics place.
They caught up with a detachment of AT-TE's and found a spot to where the larger transports could land.
"Set up a perimeter, AT-TE's set up to cover each of your blind spot" the commanders nodded while setting up a command area.
He took out a beacon and activated it, and threw at on the ground where the larger transports would land.
They engaged in a brief firefight with an enemy scout group.
*PEW* *PEW* *PEW*
Blaster shots rang out as the enemy was torn apart. Enemy after enemy fell with blaster bolts piercing their shields and armor in 1 shot.
They killed the last remaining enemy, the corpse flying backwards due to a rocket shot to the face.
LAAT'S landed on the spot, letting thousands of troops land while they began to send out attack groups to assault towns and minor cities.
"Alpha squad, you are moving out with the 205th and 309th battalion, and Jedi Knight Opsur Tenez to begin the assault the major city of the planet, and hold until the 103rd, 501st and 407th battalions can capture the smaller cities and towns and group up with you" said General Anderson.
"Affirmative"
"Alpha squad, lets move" the nodded while they met with the 205th and 309th battalion.
The Jedi Knight in question reached the landing zone, stepping out of the transport ship.
He walked up towards Alpha squad. He pulled up a holo-map of the route they would travel to reach the city they were assaulting.
"All right, the AT-TE's, along with the 309th, 205th and Alpha squad are going to lead the assault" said Ospur.
They, along with the battalions and the AT-TE's moved along the main road, taking and towns or cities that they came across. There was very little to no resistance on there way to the main city.
As they reached one town, then all hell broke loose. Hundreds of enemies came pouring out of the city. By now, they must have realized that they were at the tech advantages, so they used a old tactic, swarm with number's and pray to whatever god they had that it now, it was not. Although the soldier of the Republic were mainly trained to fight in CQC, they still were trained to used vibro-blades and knifes.
The soldiers slashed through the enemies. Some of troops received wounds due to the sharp talons the Turians possessed.
On the other hand, Jedi were trained to fight using the power of the lightsaber and the use of the force.
The Jedi knight pulled his lightsaber out of the Turian. The corpse fell to the ground with a large hole in the middle. He force pushed Turians into the sky and into nearby building. Using the force, he collapsed the building, killing many Turians in the process. Any remaining enemies surrendered, and were brought back by some of the 205th.
"Lets continue" the Jedi said. The commander nodded.
Then they came to the main city, which, which was quite large even though this was an outer-colony.
'They seemed to have pulled there forces out of the major towns and city so they could defend the main one, good tactics' Jedi Knight Ospur thought while turning on his Holocomm.
"AT-TE's, surround the town and begin bombardment of military targets, do not shoot at any civilian targets, 309th and 205th , move with the AT-TE's and keep a grip on the town"
The commanders of the respective units saluted before turning of their Holocomms.
In around an hour, the entire city was surrounded, and the bombardment began. Artillery shots form the AT-TE's smashed into building, collapsing them. Even though they were old, they were still powerful in there own right.
The shots form blasters fired from all sides, killing any Turian who poked up there heads up.
Even though they were still primitive, there weapons could still pack a punch.
10 Soldier were now in intensive care, while 30 were slightly wounded.
The blaring sound of the Z-6 firing into the city blurred out any other sound. Lines of shots flying into the city, keeping the Turians pinned down. Rocket shots took out any type of emplacement and any remaining military building left standing.
The Turians were in a bad position, and both them and the Republic forces knew it.
And then, the AT-AT's and AT-ST's came in full force, towering over the defenders. The Turians either instantly gave up there arms and surrendered, or ran the other, but those who ran were butchered by the dual cannons on the head of the beast.
By the end of the day, when the stars came out and it was night. The battle was over. Oloca was now in the firm hands of the Republic, along with most of the outer colonies assaulted by the other 4,000 ships. They now have the pathway towards the core worlds, and even the Turians home world, Palavan.
Primarch Fedorian, Palavan High Command, Palavan, 1 Week later (40 ABY)
Primarch Fedorian stood in Palavan High Command, the nerve center for the Turian army, and was known to be one of the most secure places in the known universe. This is where the High Turian General's would meet, and occasional the Primarch, to discuss strategy. Due to the lack of any major war occurring in the hundred of years, the site was rarely used. But today, and the majority of the week, it had most, if not all of the Turians best military strategists were there to wage an un-winnable battle against an unknown enemy.
Within 1 day, 90% of all the outer colonies were lost due to a surprise offensive. No one had any idea how the new species was able to mobilize so quickly, but that question was at the back of their minds. The main issue was how they were going to
Next day all outer colonies were lost to the enemy.
Then, they began there offensive against the core worlds, slowly but surely inching there way towards Palavan. Due to a loss of communication, they had no idea what happened to the colonists or soldiers in the outer colonies.
Within the last few days, the 4 of the 20 core worlds surrendered, and almost all of them were quickly on the track of surrendering to the enemy.
The enemy somehow have access to weaponry and ships that did not use Mass Effect technology, nor any trace of element zero, which boggled even the best strategists minds.
There weapons instantly punched through almost all types of shields, no matter how powerful. Also the sheer size of the ships were un-thinkable. With nearly 70% of the Turian navy now destroyed, and the number rising, they had would have to pull there protection fleet from protecting citadel space to fight the unknowns. But, due to the council, they were not allowed to do this, as stated in the Treaty of Farixen.
"Damn the council, its our navy, why cant we use it!? Cant they see that this is a threat to the galaxy as a whole?!' said 1 general.
"Because they seem they are not attacking anyone else other than us, they believe it to be our problem, not theirs" stated another general.
A notification came up on the terminal on the wall, another core world has fallen.
"We have to do something!" yelled one general as he slammed his fist into the table.
"Are you stupid?" said the Primarch.
Everyone moved their head towards the Primarch.
"What did you call me?!" yelled the general as he stood up.
"I called you an idiot, and you yell at me more I will have you court martial for in-subordination" replied the Primarch as he looked at the reports from the field.
Then general lowered his head and sat back down.
"But we have to do something!" yelled another general.
"What can we do, the majority of our navy is now destroyed, core world after core world are falling into enemy hands everyday" he replied sadly as he looked towards the ceiling.
"They have technology that is light years ahead of us, and by the time we develop a counter-measure towards those strange weapons, Palavan would have surly have fallen by then" the Primarch grimaced.
Everyone in the rooms twitched at the thought of Palavan, their home world, falling into the enemies hands, no less to a new species.
The reports coming in were extremely hard to believe.
Giant metal monsters towering over anything the Turians had. Advanced fighter planes that out-matched the Turians in every way. Swords that cut through any type of material.
He felt a massive headache looking over the reports.
Then, an alarm went off and they looked towards the screen.
A massive armada of ships appeared near Palavan, everyone in that room knew who it was.
It was the unknowns.
"No..." the Primarch said aloud.
Then, all of their mouths opened wide at the sight of the largest ship they ever saw. It was Black in nature, and was massive, towering over anything the Citadel, and if anything, the Turians had ever built or imagine to build.
It appearance alone could make entire armies surrender, but along with the thousands of other ships they had, they knew it was going to be a losing fight.
He shuttered at the thought of what the main gun of that ship could do. Then got that answer.
A massive beam of energy shot out through the spine of the ship, and made a direct hit on the Turians capitol ship, The Spirits of the Ancestors, which was instantly destroyed by the shot.
"Spirits..." the Primarch muttered.
Then he saw the remnants of the Turian navy be destroyed by the enemy fleet. The shots from that monster of s ship tearing anything that got in its way apart. Now, they had an almost zero percent chance to win the battle.
The fleet surrounded Palavan, they had no chance of escape. Thousands of enemy drop ships and planes stated to fly out of the ships hanger bays and flew towards palavan.
"Should we surrender?" the Primarch said aloud, causing most of the Generals to stand up in anger.
"SURRENDER?!, We can still fi-" the Primarch cut him off.
"Did you see what they did to the fleet protecting Palavan, did you see as most of worlds were lost in mere days?" he said to the general.
"If they can do that, we would eventually lose, and I don't want to lose good men for a lost cause".
All of the generals looked down at the table and thought over what their leader said.
It was true.
*BANG*
There was a large explosion in Palavan high command.
The Primarch was relayed a live video comm. from outside the base.
"What is going on lieutenant?"
"We are under attack, the enemies is ripping us apar-" he heard a scream and the video cut off.
The generals gulped at the end of the video feed.
The sounds of fighting moved there way closer and closer towards the safe room they were in. Then they heard the scream of one of the guards dying.
A beam of light pierced the door to the safe room door.
The general and Primarch slowly moved backwards until they reached the opposite wall.
Then the door came of its hinges and fell forwards with a loud bang.
What they saw confirmed the reports of sabers that cut through materials like nothing. They, along with other troops pointed their weapons at the group of generals and fired at them. They collapsed into spasms on the floor, along with the Primarch.
The Primarch passed out due to the pain.
Militia Commander Jork, Capitol City
Commander Jork stood in the capitol of Palavan, the center of the government for the Turian Hierarchy, and a proud symbol of Turian pride and Patriotism. But now, in a nearly 1 hour period, it had become a smoldering ruin. Bomber's flew past dropping their payloads, destroying most of the AA guns surrounding the city. When troops went to see why they were not firing, they found the crews assassinated. After 10 hours, the Turian army has been crippled.
Most of the trained Turian soldiers had been killed off in the initial attack. All that was left was the remnants of the Turian army and the militia. Most of the people in the militia had a bit of military training, due to the Turian education system, but none of them had any real military training.
His troop were getting butchered, or just surrendered to the enemy. It was clear, it was a losing fight not even the might of the Turians could fight against.
He stood along side his fellow militia members as they stood at the head government center. This building was the former resident of the primarch and his family, but had long since been turned into a bunker for the remaining defenders of Palavan.
They knew they were not going to win. They hoped they could bring as many enemies down with them, and give the rest of the citadel species time to react. They raised their rifles as the enemies closed near. Shots flew everywhere, explosions shook the building and slowly the militia started to die off. Any remaining turrents the Turians had were now destroyed, and only 30 out of the 500 man militia was left. They aimed their rifles, knowing it was their end. Then, the fighting stopped. A voice blasted through the battlefield.
"Fellow Turians, lay down your arms, we are defeated, there is no use in wasting any more lives..lay down your arms" they heard the voice of the Primarch, the leader of the Turian people. They sworn that they would follow his orders to the death, so they did what any Turian would do. They placed their weapons down and raised their hands in the air.
Jedi Master Kiilik, Palavan High Command
The Jedi Master, along with 50 ground troops secretly assaulted the headquarters of the enemies military. Without leadership, the rest of the planet would soon follow.
They captured the generals of the army, along with there leader. They brought them aboard the The Eclipse, the Capitol ship of the Republic. The ships had enough room to hold not tens of thousands, but Hundreds of thousand sof personnel, ranging form technicians, gunners, pilots, and soldiers.
It was created to resemble spaceships of old, and with the effect of the Jet-Black steel, only added to its terror.
The Eclipse, 1 hour later
The boarded the ships and brought the prisoners to the holding area.
"Sir, there is one lone ship that has entered the system, it does not match that of the Turians" said one of the Navigators. He looked toward the side and saw a small ship heading towards the fleet. It matched those of a species called the Asari, known to be a more peaceful species than that of the Turians.
"It seemed we got the attention of this council" the Jedi said.
"Open up a comm link to that ship, see what there intentions are" he said to the Communications officer, he nodded while pressing a couple buttons.
"This is The Eclipse of the New Republic, state your intentions or you will be terminated" said the officer, waiting for a response.
There was a bit of hesitation.
"We are of the council, we are here to negotiate peace between you and the Turians" said the figure, most likely a women.
The comm officer looked towards the Jedi.
"Have them land in Hangar 2, there ships will be searched and will be dis-armed" the comms officer nodded.
He relayed his instructions to the vessel.
The Jedi waked towards the elevator that would bring him to the hangar.
"Lets hope we can achieve peace" he said to himself, as the door closed.
Hello everyone, Reader here. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I just love writing about the Republic curb-stomping the Turians. Next chapter will deal with the Negotiations between the Republic and the Citadel. Well thanks again for reading, if you have and questions, ideas or any advice to help my writing, please post a review, or PM. This is reader, signing off.
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