HELLO EVERYBODY! Its chapter five!
SplendidArc here and well some of your votes are in… remember one vote per person and only for one character. I am trying to keep democracy. (I'm a patriot okay.) I have also redone the first few chapters so if you want more detail, you could go back and read them. You can also PM message me at any time with any other questions you might want to ask.
You have also popped a few questions at me so far that I am totally willing to answer.
1: will I use energy projectors?
Yes, but not for a while. The only ships that can use energy projectors are Covenant destroyers, CCS battle cruisers, assault carriers, and Super Carriers. So you won't be seeing that kind of action for a while.
2: will there be romance?
Possibly…not sure yet.
Well that's all for now, read and enjoy! (Plz review.)
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"GOD DAMN IT!" shouted Adams as he constantly pulled the trigger on the short Republic blaster that he found beside a dead body.
"Can't this thing shoot any faster?"
He pulled the trigger once more from the blaster as he hid behind his shield. The Republic probably never thought to put a automatic ability into this thing when they first invented it. He was currently at the distance where a shotgun was pointless, and had picked up a fallen troopers weapon. Since he had no time to study the foreign weapon, he simply pulled the trigger to find which way the gun shot, and from there unleashed it's surprisingly weak power onto the Imperials, whilst hiding behind his shield.
Right now the situation was sort of a stale mate. The Imperials simply had enough troops to keep them pinned down. The only thing between the two opposing sides was a storm of blue and red laser bolts and the flurry of high-velocity-armor piercing-rounds that escaped the muzzles of the trio of air craft that whizzed past Adams shield. Occasionally, there would be a direct hit on the shield, but nothing that he couldn't handle.
The only thing that truly prevented the Imperials from overwhelming their defenses was a group of Zealots, who were tearing apart the enemy's front with white hot plasma energy swords, Resd Sayumee who was dual wielding Golden energy blades, and Saratoma, the Spartan with her energy Katana.
They needed to end this now!
That's when he turned to the ranks of the Republic, only to find a single soldier wielding what looked to be a…
"Chain gun?" he said while staring disbelievingly at the enormous weapon the trooper held in his hands.
The clone wore armor with green stripes, probably to signify rank. His helmet had a sharp, black 'T' shaped visor to it, with a crest that extended out back of the thing. He wore a huge pack with multiple wires coming from it to the weapon system. The weapon system itself looked a lot like the Mini guns used on choppers during the Vietnam War, except that the trooper was actually holding it. It had six barrels, a large rotary mechanism, and a box like piece behind it, which connected a trigger, and a handle up top for him to hold. It looked very heavy from Adams point of view, yet the trooper held the system by the hip, the same way a Spartan would when he ripped a Machine gun off its tripod.
The green and white soldier then released a stream of blue plasma from the weapon, as it streaked across the battle field, instantly cutting down Imperials. But each and every time he'd gunned down a Imperial soldier, three more would take its place.
"Bah, shit!" he shouted, all the while constantly firing his blaster.
"We need to pull out, now!" shouted the Commander over the comm.
"Not yet! We can still hold out." He replied.
That's when he saw them. Several Marines had taken up a position at the far right side, yet the Imperials never noticed them, until it was too late.
The Marines opened fired with small arms fire first, to draw the Imperials attention away from the main forces and then unleashed a stream of rockets straight towards the enemy' flanks. Explosions rocked Adams' vision as the rockets detonated, vaporizing a multiple troopers and sending others flying.
"Their falling back, keep it up!" shouted Adams.
The Marines kept pounding at the enemy flanks as the Imperials began to retreat. Several minutes later, all that remained were the charred bodies of several Imperials.
The Zealots pounded their chests and roared at the fleeing enemy, one had even taken out his Concussion rifle and fired a few rounds, scattering the remaining troopers.
As the group of Zealots, Saratoma, and Resd returned, Adams called out to the Racketeers, "Thanks for the assist Marines."
"No problem! Anytime we can kick more of their asses, you just call us." The Marine then ended the channel, as Adams watched the soldiers pack up and leave.
As the foreign soldiers bustled about, some getting in the Walkers, while others simply stood guard and watched the battle field to see if the Imperials would come back, Resd then came up to a highly decorated trooper, and guessing he was the commander, he asked " How many causalities did you receive, warrior?"
The trooper reeled back in surprise, for he had not noticed the Sangeheli Field Marshall' approach.
"Twenty seven casualties, and about a couple others slightly injured. This won't be the last time we lose more troops." He replied, in a sorrowful tone.
Resd then put a friendly hand on the troopers shoulder," They will be remembered. You are a brave commander to head into a storm such as the one we faced together, what are you called by?"
It took the commander a second to reply, and when he did he did so in a voice full of confusion.
"CN-5278453-735487, Commander Nolan of the remaining Republic forces stranded here on Allderan."
Resd simply nodded." I am Field Marshall Resd Sayumee of the Twelfth Zealot Guardians." he said while pounding his chest with emphasis.
Commander Nolan cocked his head as Ahsoka, Adams, Tsu, and Saratoma ran up to them.
"Commander," called Ahsoka.
Commander Nolan instantly saluted her as she and the rest of them arrived.
"Ma'am, we are ready to move out at a moment's notice. What are your orders?" he asked.
Ahsoka nodded to him and then turned to Adams, and kindly asked in a soft voice "Can we talk at your place?"
Adams cheeks immediately turned red as he backed off a few feet.
"I…um...Well…I gue-"
"What's the matter Adams? You look as if you just poured steaming water all over your face."
Saratoma smiled as she watched Adams body posture. The man couldn't talk to a girl for his life, what with all the jittering and gibberish that was pouring out of his mouth.
"Adams, your body temperature has risen slightly. Is something the matter?" asked Scorpio.
The group laughed as he continued to speak gibberish, all except Nolan, whom simply stated, "I don't get it."
There was a cold silence among the group, then they resumed to their original conversation.
"I guess we could let you stay for a-"
"OH THANK YOU!" shouted Ahsoka as she embraced him in a warm hug.
Adams hesitantly returned the hug, while turning to Tsu he'malee and mouthing the words 'Help me'. Tsu simply clicked his mandibles and made the best devilish grin he could while shaking his head.
Ahsoka then backed off a little, while clutching the armor pads of the ODST, and said "Thank you so much. You are a true friend of the Republic."
She then turned to Nolan and replied "Follow these people to their compound. We can finally rest and have a chance at the Empire!"
Nolan quickly nodded to that then rushed off to inform the troops.
"Tsu- why don't you call down a Phantom to pick us all up?"
Tsu nodded, spoke into his comm., and replied "They're on their way."
Adams nodded and turned to the rest of the gang.
Ahsoka was the first to speak up, "So, mind telling me exactly who you guys are?"
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T-S-538452-6384563, or Serge as he was normally called, walked by a group of armored soldiers whom claimed themselves to be Marines. They sounded somewhat like the 41st legion troopers: the standard for the army. Usually, he would inspect a recruit to see if he was truly what he said he was. But in this case, dealing with another organization, he would have to wait a little longer.
The Republic Convoy consisting of four ATTE walkers and some 200 clone troopers, walked into the U.N.S.C. compound inside the cave. The U.N.S.C had cleared a little bit of the left side of the cave for Republic use only. Though there wasn't much space-only enough room for a few tents and the Four ATTE's side by side-the clone troopers made it work and had already begun setting up tents, tables, barriers at the caves mouth and guard posts. Within a few minutes, they had setup most of the tents underneath the walkers, while some troopers had decided to sleep in the walkers themselves.
Serge spotted a table being setup and helped out with the job. After the table was setup, he then placed his Republic ACP Repeater system on the table and began to open its compartments and fix it. Serge had noticed on the field that its rate of fire had slowed for some strange reason and he had to find out why.
"Hey,"
Serge looked up to see a squad of those 'Marines' standing around his table. One of them had his assault rifle clipped to his back to hold while the large man crossed his arms. He was also wearing one of those familiar helmets that he saw the marines usually wear, but instead of a blue visor that only went across half his eyes as most marines had, his were gold and worn sort of like sunglasses.
"You apart of those new Republic guys that just hopped on in?" he asked, while wearing the biggest smirk this side of Bespin. The soldier had a unfamiliar accent that sounded a bit outlandish. (Cowboy)
"What's it to you?" he retorted, returning back to fixing his weapon.
The Marine pulled up a chair and sat down heavily in it, while saying, "I heard from a couple of your buddies that you guys are clones… that true?" while his buddies snickered at the thought.
Serge let a grin spread across his face. These men were originals, which meant that they were ripe for embarrassment. From what he could gather, these Marines, or more commonly known as 'Jarheads' were extremely prideful, and felt no intentions of backing down from him.
"So what if we are what's it to ya? You afraid of being beaten by a clone?" he said as several heads poked up.
"Me, afraid? Hell no man… ill beat you in any competition, you name it, and I'll destroy you in It." stated the buff Marine.
Serge nodded slightly, got up from his work, walked over to the soldier until their visors were only inches from each other. "Name the challenge… softie."
Several Humans, Sangeheli, Jiralihane, even Unggoy had gathered around the duo while the clones watched from a distance.
Each and every single one of them just knew how devastating Serge could be on the battle field, or better yet in any situation. He was a hard core veteran from the beginning of the Clone wars all the way to present day. He always wore green/white Phase 1 armor, the very same armor hat was used in the invasion of Geonosis. Green on Phase 1 armor signified the rank of Sergeant, and being a Sergeant meant that he was also a squad leader, though he was asked if he wanted to be promoted several times in the past, yet he denied all of them. His philosophy was more troops, less commanders, and while many followed this policy, not to many of his superiors agreed with him.
His combat skills were great, so forget fighting him. Rumor has it that he did even better than the infamous Captain Rex.
The Marine seemingly stood up straighter and let his arms fall to his sides as his squad did a classic ''oooo'' in response.
"I ain't no softie, plastic boy. You better watch yourself or Ill beat you so hard, your armors gonna be full of dents." The Marine retorted.
Serge grinned at the thought of the phrase 'plastic boy'. The actual irony of the statement was that people had been calling both Clone Troopers and Storm Troopers alike that. Technically, the phrase wasn't too far out there from the truth. The material, Plastoid, was actually very similar to plastic, except for the fact that it was highly dense, far denser than normal plastic. And that's what made it so strong.
"All right then soldier, prove It." he stated.
The man the let his elbow fall to the table and raise his arm like he didn't have the strength to raise it fully.
"What are you doing?"
The trooper looked up from his seat to look at the trooper. "What, you guys have never heard of 'Arm wrestling' before?" he said while staring at him in disbelief.
Serge shook his head. The trooper then rolled his eyes at him, and proceeded to show him how to play the game.
Supposedly, as many clones watched, it was a test of strength. The two players would clasp their hands while their elbows stood firmly on the platform. They then start pushing against the others hand in an effort to overpower them. Whoever was the first to be over powered, and his wrist hit the table first, lost with no strings attached.
Serge and the cocky Marine clasped hands, while a large alien came by to oversee them as some sort of referee.
Serge looked up at the alien. Its armor was very different from the others that he had normally seen. It was colored white, and had a large chest with some sort of 'V' shaped part of the armor being the most noticeable. Its shoulder armor was a crescent or a moon sliced in half horizontally, with only the upper part showing.
But its mast interesting feature was its helmet. Unlike the others of its kind, its helmet was open to attack, and looked like something that would be commonly used in low gravity combat. The wearer's only protection to attack was a silver blue visor that covers the entire opening. It was also tainted so that you couldn't see the wearer.
"How we doing' today Ranger?" asked the Marine sarcastically, putting emphasis on the word 'Ranger'.
The 'Ranger' simply stood in simple pity for the human as it said, "Your dry humor is not laughable."
He then turned to the trooper, and calmly said "Are you ready, warrior of the Republic?"
Serge nodded his head in response. It seemed that the humans were more like Jockeys, while these alien warriors appeared to have respect for him.
The alien then nodded, and then turned to the middle where the two hands clasped.
"Then begin." Said the Ranger proudly, and both combatants arms instantly flexed to overpower the other.
Clones were no slouches when it came to strength, and were stronger than the average body builder. While being cloned, the Kaminoians had placed augmentations within their DNA, body structure, and other organs to make them stronger. Though these augmentations were no where near the level that were given to Clone Commandos, they still made the average Clone soldier far more effective on the battle field than any regular soldier.
Even so, this 'Marine' was strong, but Serge was stronger. The Marine continued to stare in shock and awe as Serge hand slowly but steadily, pushed back his hand until it just grazed to table.
"Stop," shouted the Ranger. "We have a Victor." He picked up Serge's hand and put it high into the air, which was followed by several cheers of the clone troopers. He even saw a small bird like creature; pour some money into the hands of a Clone Captain.
After a few moments of being patted on the back and cheered for, Serge simply said,
"Yea, yea now get the Feirfeck outta here, I'm busy!"
So there's chapter five, and I don't think I did a very good job with Serge. In every story line there's always some one that is extremely badass guy. Jorge and SGT MAJ Johnson are good examples of being bad asses. And I finally figured out it's not so easy to craft another badass. Will there be rivalry? Hell yes. Between who? Keep reading, reviewing, and PMing me, and you'll find out.