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The Fall of the Old Republic
Chapter 1
"Ivohan, Jappiers, have your men come to the center of our "formation" here." Gathern said over his COM to the Kleeko and the Yanker. The ships were supposed to make a square formation on the planet, but with the Wrangler gone, the ships created three sided nearly squared shape. The doors to all three ships opened, and hundreds of Republic soldiers emptied their ships. They created a rectangle, form the three ships, and outwards.
"This isn't going to be easy Gathern." Jappiers hissed. "All the Jedi were onboard the Wrangler. They should've been on mine. Thanks to stupid old Lann, we have NO Jedi." Gathern turned to Jappiers, his eyes burning with anger. He grasped Jappiers neck and lifted him an inch or two.
"What nerve you have of calling him stupid. You are THE WORST General in the Republic. Had they been on your ship, they would've been blasted to Hell! They attacked Lann because they knew he had the Jedi!" Gathern snarled at Jappiers.
"Taiop! Let him go!" Ivohan ordered. Gathern released him.
Gathern got in Jappiers face as he gasped. "You're lucky Ivohan is here, or you would probably be dead right now." Gathern spat in his face.
"Alright men!" Ivohan yelled loud enough for all to hear. "We have an important mission to accomplish! The Terenteks have been spreading across the galaxy. This… this rocky mountain like terrain is suitable for those scums. They will hide in the shadows, and pop out when you least expect. It takes three Jedi to take out a Terentek easily. Seeing as that we have NO Jedi left, it is up to us to accomplish this mission. This is their home world, and if they can "sense" it under attack, they will come crawling back, and get their asses killed as they come! Lose a squad mate, do not even check to see if they are still breathing if we are under attack by- oh lets say- twenty of Terenteks. That COULD happen, so ALWAYS stay on your guard, and ALWAYS have your gun ready. We will not leave this planet until we have whipped them all out."
"But sir? If we are supposed to kill them all here, why not just blow up the planet?" a soldier asked.
"A good question, but Gathern will take it." Ivohan answered.
"I will?" Gathern asked. Ivohan nodded. "Ok. The reason for this is because we want them ALL to come. If we just destroy this planet they will "sense" that their planet has been destroyed, and won't come here. If we just attack it, they'll come back, and we can eliminate them all. We have 10 thousand men here, so we can easily win this."
"But, what if there are different things on this planet? What if there are different Terenteks that can withstand bullets or grenades?" a different soldier asked.
Ivohan answered. "Well, that is why we have ground machines in the ships. If we could have sixty volunteers to pilot these machines, we will have quite the force against these scum." Sixty men raised their hands, and were sent back to the ships. There were twenty in each hangar.
The machines were called Fachiles. They were new weapons to the Republic Army, that were as twice as big as Star fighters and could pack quite a wallop. The two powerful guns on the legs shot blasts powerful enough to destroy a group of eighty Sith in one shot, if they were packed together. The guns on the legs could whirl around to attack anything behind them as well. The cannot shoot upwards, but can shoot downwards.
"ALRIGHT MEN! FORM UP!" Ivohan shouted. The men got back in a line of 30 each row. Thirty of the Fachiles stayed in the back, while the other thirty joined the three Generals at the front.
"Time to kill us some Terenteks. Gathern mumbled as they marched out towards a forest.