Star Wars: Republic Commando: More Damage

by Sued13

Sequel to Damaged Goods - The Empire rose. Jedi are dead or being hunted down. Kal's family took their chance, leaving Coruscant, not without problems, when some were left behind, others joined them. Kal mourns, as his family fights to survive this new era. A'den searches for his wife, as she attempts to escape the Empire with the realisation that the Clones continue to be used.

1. Chapter 1

Order 66

Order 66: In the event of Jedi officers acting against the interests of the Republic, and after receiving specific orders verified as coming directly from the Supreme Commander (Chancellor), GAR commanders will remove those officers by lethal force, and command of the GAR will revert to the Supreme Commander (Chancellor) until a new command structure is established.

—Contingency orders for the Grand Army if the Republic: Order Initiation, Orders 1 Through 150, GAR Document CO (CL) 50 - 95 .[1]

"Under this directive, any and all Jedi leadership must be executed for treason against the Republic. Any soldier that does not comply with the order will also be executed for treason."

―Clone Commander Rex, on the implementation of Order 66.

Known victims:

Master Ali-Alann

Master Stass Allie

Master Depa Bilaba

Master Chiata

Master Cin Drallig

Master Ferroda

Master Saras Loorne

MasterSian Jeisel

GateMaster Jurokk

Master Ki-A'dika-Mundi

Master Plo Koon

Master Do Mahn

Master Aayla Secura

Master Simms

Master Sev

Master Jairo Tapal

Master Shaak Ti

Master Tiplar (Pre-Great Jedi Purge)

Master Traavis

Knight Huulik

Knight NrmBees .

Knight Olana Cion .

Knight Serra Keto

Knight Tru Veld

Between 3 and 7 Padawans (2 boys, one girl and 4 unspecified Jedi): Trying to escape Coruscant.

Padawan Zett Jakussa

Padawan Bene

Padawan Zett Jukassa

Padawan Whi Malreaux

Padawan Marseph

Jedi younglings at the Temple

Palabee.

Tenth Brother

Etain Skirata

Clone Crew of the Venator-class Star Destroyer - Tribunal.

Known survivors:

Master Kirak Infil'a

Master Coleman Kai

Master Obi Wan Kenobi

Master Taron Malicos

Master Jocasta Nu

Master Oppo Rancisis

Master Luminar Unduli

Master Uvell

Master Yoda

Master Rahm Kota

Knight Cere Junda

Padawan Ferren Barr

Knight Klossi Anno

Knight Deran Nalual

Knight Siadem Forte

Knight Iwo Kulka

Knight Bol Chatak,

Master Roan Shryne

Olee Starstone.

Dass Jennir.

Kai Hudorra

Noirah Na

Kai Justiss

Knight Tallisibeth Enwandung-Esterhazy ,

Master Arligan Zey

Master Kina Ha

Bardan Jusik

Master Altis and his sect.

Unknown:

Padawan Caleb Dume

Padawan Cal Kestis.

Former Knight Bariss Offee.

Master Quinlan Vos.

Warehouse District, Adjacent Shincarnan Bridge.

Ny brought the Cornucopia in as close as she could; Jaller was waiting, already on the Com to A'den giving directions. They dropped gently to the ground, the dampners engaged and the ramp lowered. Ny readied the repulser lift.

"Don't think we'll need that." muttered A'den.

As they walked over to Obrim, he looked nervous, his blaster primed, ready in his hand but he was a survivor. "Glad it's you lad. You don't know who you can trust now." He looked over at Ny.

"She's good." A'den vouched for her.

Jaller holstered his blaster.

There was a small pile of what looked like scorched clothes on the ground behind him; he glanced backwards. "Brought her here for privacy. Just the two of you?"

"At the moment."

A'den went over to Etain's body, he bowed his head. He hadn't had much to do with her but Kal had thought a lot of her, and Ryssa, and that was good enough for him. He bowed his head for a few seconds. A mark of respect. A salute did not seem appropriate under these circumstances. "Have you seen Ryssa? She was there but disappeared. I couldn't find her."

Jaller put his hand on A'den's shoulder. "I looked for her but there was no trace. She's not wounded or dead, that we know of. I'll keep looking."

Ny watched A'den gently pick up Etain's body and walk slowly up the ramp, to lay her respectfully onto Ny's berth. Ny wasn't a squeamish woman and by the time she had turned her back to Jaller to thank him, he had disappeared. He was a good man, she decided; he had made his choice and was sticking with it. There was still no sign of Ryssa, even Obrim had drawn a blank. Etain's body was treated with respect. This was one of the ever increasing clan she had never met but she had heard about Kad, her son. It seemed such a waste, a young woman in the prime of of her life looking forward to bringing up her son with her husband, killed just because she tried to save a Clone trooper.

Coruscant Industrial District 9

The conversation with the squad was short; Ny watched closely, as they all reacted differently. A couple of them pulled their helmets off immediately, revealing the same face but with minute differences, one paced up and down, another around in circles. The conversation lasted less than a minute whilst they decided but it looked as if they all had to agree; there was no leaving anyone behind.

A'den had explained how these men had grown up together, trained together and finally fought together. When they had all finally exchanged that peculiar greeting all the Mandalorians did, and she had seen quite a few now, on her travels, she realised they had made their decision. She opened the ramp door; it screeched a little, she really needed to get all the work done on her old crate, when this was over. Four more clones in her cockpit, all thanking her for her help, was overwhelming but they did just look like brothers, not quite identical.

"Head back towards Shincarnan Bridge." A'den insisted.

Ny turned towards him. "You sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay." She started her manoeuvre but as soon as she neared the bridge, the Com lit up.

"Cornucopia. This is Coruscant ATC. You are entering restricted airspace. Return to your original heading or you will be shot down."

"Kriff! They're a bit eager aren't they?" This was from one of the new men she had picked up, Cov, she thought his name was.

"A'den?"

He nodded.

"My mistake ATC. Nav com problems. Old ship. Heading back. " Ny immediately manoeuvred her ungainly vessel back into the correct sky lane and punched in the coordinates for her hyperspace engines.

They made another detour, picked up another clone, not a Commando; he had managed to contact A'den and they headed to where they were fighting, some outer rim planet, that no one in the Core worlds cared about.

A'den sat quietly, his face blank.

Ny watched him from the cockpit, anxiety gnawing at her as this was more than she had originally signed up for but when he asked, she found she couldn't refuse; she had been pulled into this world.

The journey to Mandalore was subdued.

A'den's wife, he had told her they married, was a doctor. Ny had met her once, the young woman had cooked a meal for her. They seemed well suited, he called her Ner, Ny remembered how she laughed at his jokes and wheedled him out of any moody moments he had. A'den had a temper, Ny knew that; she had seen him angry on Gaftikar and she wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that but Ryssa had just jumped in and pulled him out of it. She had almost leapt on him the first time she saw him again after a mission and then she realised Ny was with him, she was embarrassed, but promptly invited her, this stranger, for dinner and to stay the night at their apartment rather than go back to sleep in her cramped quarters on the Cornucopia, which she normally did to save money. You didn't become a millionaire running legal freight and she had made that decision early on. The happiness when they were together radiated off them and disappeared as quickly the next day, when he said his goodbyes. Ny had often wondered why he had readily agreed, apart from the help she gave him, to find out what happened to her late husband; she felt this explained part of it. When he finally kept his side of the bargain, she had gained some kind of closure, but not much. At least it was quick.

The pain of loss was acutely familiar to her and she felt for him, for them both, him and his brother Darman. But she didn't know quite what to say to him, he didn't even know if she was still alive.

.

Ny settled the Cornucopia down on its dampeners, switched off the engine and lowered the ramp; the boys were talking but quietly given the circumstances. They had a reception committee waiting for them.

And another waiting for Etain to come home.

She watched as the four boys strode down the ramp to a future they had never imagined or trained for; she felt excited for them. As the war had gone on and she got to know A'den more and a few other clones, she became uneasy at the Republic using these boys, not that she could do anything about it. Turning she watched A'den, of all the Clones he was the one she knew best, who she had most dealings with.

His face was blank, just the flicker of a smile as he said "Thanks Ny. Get her refuelled and we'll be out again to get Ryssa." He picked his bag up and joined his brothers.

She didn't think that was a good idea but would wait and see, for now she needed to get re fuelled and a shower.

She didn't even know why she was doing this.

This was pushing the enebelope.

She had always been legit.

.

Imperial Medical Centre, Imperial City.

GAR Medical Centre had disappeared overnight.

When Ryssa jumped off the LAATi, she didn't recognise the medical centre, or whatever it was going to be called now, masses of troopers, maintenance workers and a new uniformed set of Officers were all milling around. It looked like chaos but things were happening. Signs were being changed. Different uniforms being issued. Different designations handed out. Special ID and security code cylinders were required for most places it seemed. That was new; she had never seen those before.

She was scared, no petrified but she could at least look around to try and get a handle on what was happening. She wasn't so naïve to think that she could just walk around here and out especially after what had just happened and who she was linked to. But she couldn't dwell on that and she had nowhere else to go. The whole Medical centre was locked down.

Yet nobody had challenged her.

Ryssa headed across the durocrete landing area to where she hoped the treatment centres were still located; she slipped in and out of various departments by lingering, then rushing through open doors and tail gating. People were being careless in this moment of chaos. She had caught snatches of the Chancellor, no The Emperor now, giving his speech, broadcast to all the galaxy, trying to keep up with what had happened. Now she watched a replay.

The Jedi were traitors. That she could not believe; she may not have always agreed with them but she couldn't believe they were traitors, not to that extent. He said they had attacked him and he suffered significant injuries from that which affected how he looked. She studied what she could see of him but he was hooded. It was difficult to see exactly what had been done to him.

He would have had the best treatment that credits could buy. It didn't make sense

A Galactic Empire. She looked around, some were cheering at the replay but not her; Galactic Empire, that didn't sit well with her. She remembered her history that her Mother insisted she study. Empires were never good for everyone, but then again neither was the Republic.

Finally she reached the Spinal Injuries Unit, where they should have put Niner in a Bacta tank. Act with confidence, Den had once said, as she slipped on a discarded Medic's coat, that had been left hanging over a chair. She pulled it on with confidence, just as if it were her own. She checked the patients register on a datapad that again someone had carelessly left around and which she picked up, with confidence.

Much to the disgust of the med droid, there seemed to be more organic medical officers than before. Many she didn't recognise. Correction. All of them she didn't recognise and not one Clone medic. The room was much larger than the GAR Bacta rooms and finally she spotted Niners tank, at the far end of the room. Darman was there; she knew his armour. She held back unsure how he would react to her after Etain's death.

She wasn't sure how she would react to him.

Watching him closely while trying to appear to be checking her datapad, he answered his Comlink, frowned and jammed on his helmet, seeming unhappy to leave Niner, now he was ensconced in the Bacta tank. She turned to the wall as he walked towards her, holding her breath praying he would not stop near her. She waited, he walked straight past. She wasn't able to talk to either of them and thought it was not a good idea.

What now?

Act as if nothing has happened?

Can't safely contact Den.

We were so near.

Tears welled up, she sniffled and blinked them away; she had to be less emotional. She had to lock that away to survive; she couldn't let it bleed through. There had to be some way out of this. She walked up to the tank to check Niner again; he was immobile but looked conscious and alert and he was doing fine. He would survive—no reconditioning or termination for him. She wasn't sure if he recognised her apart from a slight raise of his left eyebrow. The sedatives were beginning to work. She dare not stay long. Satisfied he was going to survive, she left him to let the Bacta work, hoping against hope, to be able to check on him again later. She closed off the datapad and turning left out of the treatment room. She daren't keep the coat or datapad there may be a way to trace them. She headed to the fresher, checked for security cameras, there didn't used to be and dumped them in the rubbish; walking straight from the fresher towards the exit, she walked straight into two of the newly uniformed Security officers.

"Neryssa Baey." It wasn't a question but a statement, as they barred her way.

"Come with us." They pulled her arms behind her back and clasped restraints on her wrists, tightly, in shock she couldn't speak and they dragged her off.

The Emperor's public statement in the Senate, it was on all the Holonews channels, continually played on a loop, as she was taken through the Med Centre.

The Jedi on Coruscant had fled, or been killed, by the brave clone troopers and the Jedi Temple was now a pile of smouldering rubble; she had seen that. She had heard the chatter. The 501st had stormed the Temple. She couldn't believe that the men she knew would do that. Not Captain Rex. Not Coric. Not Kix. Not Jesse.

So much had changed.