First Star Wars fic. Ever. Think this might work.
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN CLONE WARS. OR STAR WARS. BUT I WOULD LIKE TO OWN A GUNSHIP. Hee hee. Drive around, blowing up buildings, taking down airplanes...that would be great.
STAR WARS: FRONTLINE
General Obi-Wan Kenobi had just saved the Republic.
Again.
Glancing around the wreckage of the Protodeka, Obi-Wan asked himself the same question he always did when a battle ended.
What is happening to the Republic?
Turning around, he saw a ragged handful of cheering clones, their helmets and armor dented and muddy. Among the clones were a few Jedi, also cheering and congratulating Obi-Wan on his defeat of the Protodeka.
When they had gone into this battle, there were thousands of clones, backed up with ATXT walkers, Gunships, and tanks. But as the battle progressed, the amount shortened rapidly. Many of their machines were destroyed and lives of clones were lost against the cold metal of the separatist droids.
Finally entering the Dantooine coliseum, they were narrowed down to about 1200 clones and about ten walkers. Fighting off the advancing hailfire droids, they were narrowed down much more. But he droids were defeated. It seemed like victory had come at last.
Then the Protodeka came.
Darth Tyranus' secret weapon, the Protodeka was a giant hovering ship capable of wiping out an entire army. Seated in a tank, Obi-Wan could only watch in horror as his few troops were nearly decimated.
Trying to distract the Protodeka so the others could escape, he fired a volley of rockets at the hard armor of the machine. His plan worked-except that the craft fired a volley back ten fold.
Amid dust and explosions, Obi-Wan veered his tank around the huge stadium, trying to get a clear shot at the thing.
But he could not escape the ship's unending rocket waves. It seemed like the end. Rockets were coming straight for him...
But exploded before impact. Looking wildly around, Obi-Wan saw that the last of the clones and Jedi were shooting at the incoming rockets, trying to protect him.
....Trying to protect him....
He finally realized the truth. This wasn't just another harsh, meaningless war. He wasn't just fighting for galactic peace. He was fighting for and alongside of people that cared about him. Even if they were just clones, they seemed to care about him. And the Jedi, too. The look of determination on their faced told him that they weren't going to let him die. And out of either desperation or sheer stupidity, he decided he wasn't going to let their attempts be in vain.
He only had one shot to do it right.
But he should be able to do it.
He was a Jedi, after all.
Gripping the controls, he tensed for the right moment....
Now!
Strafing outside the explosions of the missiles, he let loose every bit of ammo he had. Then he bailed out as stray rockets obliterated his tank.
Knocked to the ground from the force of the blast, he took a few seconds to come to. Looking up, he saw that he had done it. The left engine of the Protodeka went up in flames. He ducked for cover as the mighty machine crashed to the ground, exploding pieces flying everywhere.
When the smoke and fire finally died down, Obi-Wan crawled to his feet amid the cheers of his shattered army.
Staring at the wreckage, he asked himself again.
So then, what is happening to the Republic? Everything is falling apart. The Jedi order is breaking
But looking again into the war-torn, smiling faces of his comrades, he decided that he didn't really care. They were all in this together, and they would never fail.
The End...I guess. Either It's the end or I might find a way to continue this (Without all the drama). Who knows? You do, that's who. Tell me. Tell me or you will burn forever.
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN CLONE WARS. OR STAR WARS. BUT I WOULD LIKE TO OWN A GUNSHIP. Hee hee. Drive around, blowing up buildings, taking down airplanes...that would be great.
STAR WARS: FRONTLINE
General Obi-Wan Kenobi had just saved the Republic.
Again.
Glancing around the wreckage of the Protodeka, Obi-Wan asked himself the same question he always did when a battle ended.
What is happening to the Republic?
Turning around, he saw a ragged handful of cheering clones, their helmets and armor dented and muddy. Among the clones were a few Jedi, also cheering and congratulating Obi-Wan on his defeat of the Protodeka.
When they had gone into this battle, there were thousands of clones, backed up with ATXT walkers, Gunships, and tanks. But as the battle progressed, the amount shortened rapidly. Many of their machines were destroyed and lives of clones were lost against the cold metal of the separatist droids.
Finally entering the Dantooine coliseum, they were narrowed down to about 1200 clones and about ten walkers. Fighting off the advancing hailfire droids, they were narrowed down much more. But he droids were defeated. It seemed like victory had come at last.
Then the Protodeka came.
Darth Tyranus' secret weapon, the Protodeka was a giant hovering ship capable of wiping out an entire army. Seated in a tank, Obi-Wan could only watch in horror as his few troops were nearly decimated.
Trying to distract the Protodeka so the others could escape, he fired a volley of rockets at the hard armor of the machine. His plan worked-except that the craft fired a volley back ten fold.
Amid dust and explosions, Obi-Wan veered his tank around the huge stadium, trying to get a clear shot at the thing.
But he could not escape the ship's unending rocket waves. It seemed like the end. Rockets were coming straight for him...
But exploded before impact. Looking wildly around, Obi-Wan saw that the last of the clones and Jedi were shooting at the incoming rockets, trying to protect him.
....Trying to protect him....
He finally realized the truth. This wasn't just another harsh, meaningless war. He wasn't just fighting for galactic peace. He was fighting for and alongside of people that cared about him. Even if they were just clones, they seemed to care about him. And the Jedi, too. The look of determination on their faced told him that they weren't going to let him die. And out of either desperation or sheer stupidity, he decided he wasn't going to let their attempts be in vain.
He only had one shot to do it right.
But he should be able to do it.
He was a Jedi, after all.
Gripping the controls, he tensed for the right moment....
Now!
Strafing outside the explosions of the missiles, he let loose every bit of ammo he had. Then he bailed out as stray rockets obliterated his tank.
Knocked to the ground from the force of the blast, he took a few seconds to come to. Looking up, he saw that he had done it. The left engine of the Protodeka went up in flames. He ducked for cover as the mighty machine crashed to the ground, exploding pieces flying everywhere.
When the smoke and fire finally died down, Obi-Wan crawled to his feet amid the cheers of his shattered army.
Staring at the wreckage, he asked himself again.
So then, what is happening to the Republic? Everything is falling apart. The Jedi order is breaking
But looking again into the war-torn, smiling faces of his comrades, he decided that he didn't really care. They were all in this together, and they would never fail.
The End...I guess. Either It's the end or I might find a way to continue this (Without all the drama). Who knows? You do, that's who. Tell me. Tell me or you will burn forever.