Cruzon: Thank you for pointing this out. I feel like a complete imbecile for not noticing the errors when I speed typed everything at night so I could participate in the Eleven Little Roosters contest.

March 30th

20 BBY

1:15 pm UNSC time

Supreme Chancellor Palpatine's Private Office

Corusant

Nobody's POV:

The Galactic Senate is in absolute chaos. The Jedi Council are even more chaotic as they endlessly debate how to react to the sudden change in events that recently occurred.

The Republic fleet had returned to Corusant, spreading the word that they had been defeated in the 1st true battle against the UNSC. To hear that the UNSC has the firepower to take an entire fleet of the Grand Army of the Republic and 40 remaining ships flee with their tails between their legs from the battle that is now being dubbed the 'Chorusan Massacre' instilled terror into the hearts of the Republic's citizens.

Up in the Chancellor's office, the man himself is sitting behind his desk, looking at the Jedi Masters sitting before them, including Obi-Wan Kenobi, his leg still bandaged, Anakin Skywalker and his padawan Ahsoka Tano. "Thank you for coming. I know that we have a war to be fighting in, but this is an important matter. I ask you, Master Kenobi, Master Skywalker, Padawan Tano, how did our first engagement with the UNSC go in your eyes?" Palpatine asks, concerned. Which is not staged, because deep down, his fear of his ultimate plan to rule the galaxy failing is growing.

Anakin is the first to speak up. "Well, when we got there, their Senator, a woman named Vanessa Kimball, contacted us. She warned us that they were ready for war. Honestly, I thought she was bluffing because Chorus is one of the smaller planets I've seen. Oh boy, was I wrong. They held the ships in place with a tractor beam and their starships tore ours apart. We managed to disarm those brutal deflector shields on 5 of their ships but only destroyed 2, neither being the flag ship."

Kenobi then takes over the explanation. "In the middle of the fight, Anakin took his fighters and led the UNSC fighters away so the LAATs could start the land invasion. But we never truly stood a chance. Several LAATs got shot down by the UNSC starships and the Chorusans picked us off in small packs. I hate to admit it Chancellor, but we truly are at a disadvantage. We had vastly superior numbers, but I had witnessed first-hand that they are far more experienced, the locals have much better firepower than we do. But the most important advantage they had is that their soldiers used deflector shields that take too long to bring down. The one advantage we had in our favor were numbers and once we pressed that advantage, we started winning. But then the elites in their army appeared and reclaimed the advantage once again by tearing the last of our ranks apart. Honestly, Chancellor, I could have mistaken those soldiers for highly trained Force-Sensitives. One of them even stabbed me in the leg." He finishes, gesturing to his leg.

Finally, Ahsoka finishes the story. "After Obi-Wan gave the Order to flee, I took the last LAAT on our ship to replace my damaged fighter and managed to rescue some troops. Sadly, Chorus's tractor beam caught our flag ship and I'm sure that the Admiral is either dead or in their captivity. We had to escape on another Venator."

The entire Jedi Council are frozen in their seats, shock written on their faces. However, Mace Windu's face shows concern about what this new enemy has as well, while Yoda lets out a sad sigh. He is getting the idea that someone's setting both of them up for slaughter, but until he has proof, he won't say anything.

"Thank you, Master Kenobi, Knight Skywalker and Padawan Tano. This news is…most concerning. I request that we find a way to gather anything we can find on them. Weapons for studying, data that might give us an edge in this war, anything. I am afraid to announce, then, that the Republic not only faces a group of rogues, but also a series of governments and armies that might be our most powerful adversary since the Sith Empire of Old." Palpatine tells them. "With that, this meeting is adjourned."

All of the Jedi get up, bow respectfully at the Supreme Chancellor, then walk out of the office. On the way out, Anakin whispers in Obi-Wan's ear. "Do you think we have a chance against the people we just fought with?"

Obi-Wan thinks long and hard about what to say then gives his answer. "If we don't change our battle tactics, then I don't believe this war will end well for us or the Republic."

1:45 pm UNSC time

Medical Room 3, 'Mother of Invention'

Orbiting Chorus

Admiral Wullf Yularen's sight is completely black. But as the seconds' tick by, feeling returns to his arms, his legs, then his head. Letting out a silent moan, he slowly opens his eyes and gets a good look at his surroundings. He is strapped to a surgery table that's vertical in the middle of what looks like a medical room. He can't remember where he is or why he's here.

But then he hears the faint cheering of many people and the memories of the battle come crashing down on him. The space battle, General Anakin's orders to put the entire fleet into retreat as the land battle led by General Kenobi failed, then that blasted tractor beam which held only his ship in place. While it meant that Commander Fil and the 3 Jedi managed to escape and fight another day, it only spelled doom for him.

He remembers the clones firing at the boarding marines, who push them back. When he joins the fight, he fought them with everything he had, but one female marine in light blue armor gave him a monster kick to the head. It didn't make much for the Admiral to put 2 and 2 together.

"Well. Looks like the Admiral's awake." A voice said. He looks to his right and sees a marine standing there in the whole armor, even the helmet. The Admiral can't tell much but he does notice the man's foreign accent, dark blue eyes, skin that's between fair and tanned and curly black hair with some strands sticking out of his helmet. "I would like to show you true UNSC justice for killing some of my comrades, but our leaders would like to speak with you." The marine then walks out of the surgery room and the Admiral's sight.

But not even a minute passes before 3 new people take the soldiers' place. There is a man in a grey uniform with stripes on the side, a tall man wearing bright red armor with a gold facemask and a shotgun in his hands, along with one person the Admiral didn't expect to see here. Even if she's in a holographic projection shown by a circular panel on 4 legs, he immediately recognizes the Madam President of the UEG. Not that Yularen knows what it stands for.

"So, Admiral. You are under arrest for war crimes against the UNSC and leading an attack on a UEG world. I can alleviate your sentence, if you are willing to answer a few questions we have about your Republic." Peterson said, staring intently at their prisoner.

However, Admiral Yularen laughs at their faces. "Do you really think I would betray the glorious Galactic Republic to you UNSC scoundrels? Nothing short of torturing me will get you anything." He boasts, sneering at them coldly. Deep down, he can only hope he doesn't spill any information as he possesses knowledge of many secret Republic bases that would become easy targets quickly.

"Actually, I do have some ideas for how to get that information, you no-good bastard." Sarge says, glaring back at the Admiral.

His companions look at him, surprise written on their faces. "So what do you have in mind, Colonel Sarge?" Peterson asks, a little warily. Yularen can't help but raise an eyebrow at such a weird name.

"Well. We should either stuff his mouth with garlic, tear off both of his ears, take scalding hot dogs off the hot grill and stick them to his skin or we should call up Dr. Grey." Sarge says matter-of-factly, his voice holding a deeper accent but different from the previous soldier.

Yularen can't help but stare at the red-armored soldier, his jaw hanging open for the first time in his life at the outright absurdity of his suggestions. 'Is this guy mentally unstable?' He demands in his mind.

Luckily, he's not the only one having those thoughts, since both the other officer and the Madam President back up a little from the red-armored soldier, dumbfounded looks on their faces. Then a split second later, Peterson's face morphs to one of questioning. "Wait. Dr. Emily Grey, as in Chorus's Head Doctor and the leading mind behind all alien technology. Why bring her up?"

"Oh, you'll see. She knows what she's doing." Sarge responds then walks to a wall, pressing a button a box built there. "Dr. Grey, please come to Medical Room 3. We have a special patient for you."

A few seconds' pass before a Chorusan runs into the room. By the build, this Chorusan is female, with shiny white armor and purple trim, even a purple lens where the Doctor can see out. "Hello, Colonel. How are you? You just pulled away from one of my usual patients. Complaining about blood loss, blah blah blah. Now, you said we have a special guest?" Dr. Grey asks with an unusually chippy voice. Yularen can't help but get a sense of dread at what's about to happen.

"That's right. This guy here has decided to join us and less than cooperative. Can you give him your…whatever you call it, your special check-up?" Sarge asks.

"Oh, absolutely. Let me get set up. Now you want me to ask him any questions?" She asks.

"Sure. Here's a list and do…what you do best." Quince says, looking a little worried, then hands a tablet to Dr. Grey.

"Alright. Let's give her some space so she can do her job." Quince said and the trio leaves the surgery room, making their way through the winding halls past the specially armored marines and make it to the bridge. Agent Washington is already there, staring at the holo table.

"Always nice to see you, Madam President. So, how's our guest holding up? If we want anything out of him, we need to start prying for that information, the prison transport's already here." Wash says to them, still a little on edge from the recent battle.

"Don't worry about it. We've already got Dr. Grey on the job." Sarge says, reassuringly. However, Wash is far from reassured.

"Are you fucking crazy?!" Wash shouts, snapping his head up to the group and having an incredulous tone in his voice.

"What's wrong, Wash?" Agent Carolina asks, walking up to the holo table and joining in on the conversation.

"Sarge here just admitted to assigning Dr. Grey to the interrogation of our Admiral guest." Wash says, his voice still an octave higher from shouting.

"Oh dear." Carolina says simply, knowing what's about to happen.

"Alright, please enlighten me. Why is having Dr. Grey in charge of interrogation so cruel?" Peterson asks, unsure of why they're acting like this.

"Well, it's because…" Carolina starts to explain, but then they hear it. Dr. Grey is singing an opera song which can be heard faintly, coupled with equally loud shrieks and shouts of, "No, no, no, no!" along with something that sounds like a whirring saw.

"That's why." Wash said flatly. But after a minute of the faint screams, they suddenly stop. Another minute passes in silence before Dr. Grey runs out to the bridge.

"So sorry to keep you waiting. I had to wash off my equipment after my special checkup. Anyway, I learned that his name is Admiral Wullf Yularen and he was even kind enough to give me the coordinates to 5 hidden Republic bases and medical stations." Dr. Grey says in her usual cheery tone. That only disturbs Peterson and Quince more.

"Well…thank you, Doctor. We'll send some marines to get him unstrapped and loaded up on the prison ship." Peterson says.

"Of course. But before you do that, let me put him back together first." Grey adds then runs back to the surgery room.

"Did she just…" Quince starts, but Washington cuts him off.

"Yes, you heard her right. But don't ask."

After another few minutes of silence, 2 Mother of Invention marines are walking out of the surgery room and to the prison ship, dragging Admiral Yularen between them. He looks horrible, with a sickly shade of skin and stitches all over his body. He is shouting at the top of his lungs, "Please kill me! Death is a blessing compared to that psychopath!" Soon, he is hauled onto the metal tunnel which leads to the prison ship where a handful of their soldiers are also kept.

"Poor guy. I almost feel bad for him. Dr. Grey's always been a little extreme sometimes." Another female voice says and Senator Vanessa Kimball in the flesh walks up to them. "I just wanted to come and say thank you for helping my people."

"No problem at all, Senator. We're going to transport our new prisoners to another world, where they will be properly dealt with. With your help in the war, we will show the under-handed Galactic Republic that we are not the pushovers they think we are." Peterson says confidently.

Kimball looks at Wash then Carolina. "I'm sorry Madam President, but we have to decline your offer. Furthermore, we need to keep this frigate and crew here on the planet. We just don't have the resources to spread to troops that will help you in this galactic war. In order for my planet and people to survive, we need to stay here. But we will fight them."

Michelle looks surprised at the statement, but nods in understanding. "Very well, then. Until we see each other again. President Peterson out." With that, the holo-device turns itself off. Not a second later, Dexter Grif walks to the bridge, holding a slice of apple pie in his hands.

"Oh, hey. What unimportant shit did I miss while I was eating my pie?" He asks, taking a bite of his slice.

"Only you can down an entire pie, Grif." Carolina mumbles, watching as the UNSC fleet pulls out of Chorus's territory, to celebrate their first victory against a relentless enemy that won't stop fighting until they are all dead.

AN: Yes, I know. It's more of a filler chapter than anything, but it does show how morale can change after a first battle.

I thought that having a Republic Admiral get tortured by Dr. Grey was appropriate since she did the same thing to that Space Pirate on Red vs. Blue. Speaking of which, the Chorusans and Blood Gulch crew will go away for a good while. But don't worry, they will come back.

Anyway, thank you for your support and I hope to get better as time goes on.

Later!