General John Malcolm Thorpe Fleming "Mad Jack" Churchill - British Army
Trench Line Number One - Tython, Tython System, Deep Core, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 07:00/7:00 AM
Mad Jack Churchill eagerly waited in anticipation of another assault from the impostors as thus far the First Commonwealth Division held out in the trenches directly in front of the Jedi Temple, and Mad Jack absolutely loved being in the thick of it. Brandishing his distinctive broadsword recently upgraded with a material called 'cortosis', the Englishman was ready to deal with the extraterrestrial humans that dared mock the Queen's English. A lone piper began playing 'March of the Cameron Men' right beside the slightly eccentric veteran as he urged his men to be ready for the next wave.
"Steady lads. Steady."
"Here they come!" An ANZAC sentry shouted before he was struck down by laser fire.
"Bugger." A Corporal with a Lancashire accent muttered.
"I'll say." A Bermudan added.
The bagpipes grew louder in their tune as the latest attempt by the Imps to capture the Temple commenced.
"Get ready!"
Across the trenches, men left and right scrambled to their rifles resting on sandbags, a mixture of L1A1s, C1A1s, and other FN FAL derivatives depending upon their country of origin and prepared to aim them out of the slits.
"Range! Six hundred yards! Commence firing!"
The well-drilled and experienced Anglo-Commonwealth soldiers at once used their training in precision marksmanship to thin down the Imperial onslaught. The Earthlings mainly focused their fire on the Sith and officers since they were priority one targets and as a result, the casualty rate was high amongst the Space Fascist ranks. The space magicians weren't close enough to wield their Force powers nor their laser swords against the Earthlings. They reached the five hundred and fifty yard mark yet the Sith were taking unacceptable losses.
Something has to give.
Darth Arkous
Imperial Forward Command Center - Tython, Tython System, Deep Core, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 07:00/7:00 AM
The Sith sighed as he read the latest reports from the front. So many of his brethren were killed and these weren't the weak ones. They have proven themselves countless times against the Republic and the utterly despised Jedi Order.
Yet a totally unexpected and new enemy had allied themselves with the Pubs.
The primitive world of Earth has now entered the war and their way of conflict certainly wasn't something to be mocked at anymore. Arkous shook his head in disbelief, but there was no denying it now as the foe before him were indeed Earthlings. How his former apprentice didn't catch this development was beyond him. Sure, he and his fellow dark council members watched President John Fitzgerald Kennedy's speech live on the HoloNet, an address that was conveyed by a discredited head of state as the illusion of 'Camelot' had imploded and the Dark Council reasonably chose to ignore it as the indications was the fact that the bedlam could be exploited but now to actually encounter them was another matter entirely and these Earthlings were being most effective in defending the Jedi Temple. The faction has to be dealt with quickly since Arkous has plans bigger than himself and it's for the sake of the galaxy.
"Lord Goh? Is your part of the operation ready?"
The Chargarian Sith was a man of few words and it didn't surprise the Dark Councilman in the slightest that he just merely nodded.
"Excellent." The Pureblood purred. "Oh, and do so be kind as to save a few of these Earthlings for the Empire. We need to figure out ways to counteract their resistance."
"As you wish." The alien declared before signing off.
'Now I just need to rethink my whole kriffing strategy.'
Corporal Hanzo Nilsson- Weapons Section, Second Platoon, Alpha Company, 1st Battalion, Princess Patricia Light Infantry, 1st Commonwealth Division
Trench Line Number Three - Tython, Tython System, Deep Core, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 10:00/10:00 AM
"Machine Gunners to the front!"
"You're ready, Alex?"
"As I'll ever be, Nilsson." McAllen declared as he picked up the M1919A4. Hanzo had the tripod in his arms and the duo doublequicked to an excellent firing position. Boxes of ammunition were already waiting for them as the machine gun crews arrived.
Hanzo watched as men left and right fell in front of him as the Imperials began a heavy assault against the Earthlings and the Canadian witnessed armored vehicles punched through the Earthlings right flank and offloaded their complement of infantry and Sith Warriors.
"Nilsson! McAllen!" Hanzo hears Sergeant McHugh shouting at them. "I need you to focus your fire on the right flank! We need to cover the retreat as our men fall back to the temple!"
The Corporals nodded and repositioned the Browning to fire at the fast approaching Imps but there was a problem.
"Damn monks won't get out of the way." McAllen muttered while grasping the charging handle. "MOVE YOU DAMN FOOLS!"
"It's to be expected." Nilsson started as he placed a belt into the weapon. "This planet is sacred to the Jedi."
"Sacred my arse. We can't shoot our allies."
Hanzo, unfortunately, knew of an incident of blue-on-blue in Vietnam back in 1966.
Private Hanzo Nilsson - Fireteam Charlie, Third Squad, Third Platoon, B/Bravo Company, First Battalion, Ninth Marine Regiment "The Walking Dead", First Marine Division, I Marine Expeditionary Force, United States Marine Corps
Quảng Trị Province, South Vietnam, Southeast Asia, Asia, Earth, Sol System, Milky Way Galaxy
Monday, February 28th, 1966 - 12:00 AM
Hanzo and his platoon took cover as mortars from a Viet Cong Main Force unit that continued to rain hell upon the Marines. Their sister unit, the 3rd Battalion, 4th Marine Regiment was nearby and under attack by overwhelming numbers of gooks. The two units were being pounded by the commies and unless the Leathernecks received artillery support, they were going to be wiped out.
Nilsson waited patiently for a follower of Ho Chi Minh to get into the sights of his M14 Rifle. As he waited, the Canadian overheard some welcome news from friendlies on the radio.
"Reaper 2-1, this is Armageddon flight. We'll be unleashing our payload at coordinates confirmed."
"Roger Armageddon." Lance Corporal Roger Cruise, the unit's radioman replied. "Give them hell, flyboys."
Hanzo looked up and watched as a pair of A1D Skyraiders dropped four canisters of napalm, but they were off target, and in fact, the platoon was being hit by their own aircraft.
"SHIT! EVERYO-"
"Arghh!"
Nilsson watched as some of his buddies he fought with for two years were burned alive by the gasoline cocktail of death. The smell of burning flesh reached his nose and the horror looks in their eyes, the screams of their pain.
Present...
"Hanzo!" The voice of Alexander dragged Hanzo out of his memories of that night and his friend was worried but the situation overrode the concern as the last of the Jedi in front of the pair was struck down by Sith Marauders. McAllen aimed and began to shoot at the Sith fast approaching, but there was another problem as an Imperial soldier threw a Thermal Detonator.
"Fuck! GRENADE!"
Hanzo and Alex quickly got up and ran from the blast zone as it went off, but the blast threw them off the ground, barely escaping the blast radius. The duo knew that the machine gun was now useless. Hanzo watched in horror as a Sith Warrior slowly approached them, his laser sword raised in execution style. It was evident that he was not seeking prisoners.
"You Forceless freaks are an insult to every living being in the galaxy and as such, you shall be put to death."
Hanzo waited for the arrogant Sith to come to him as the Canadian slowly withdrew his combat knife from his sheath. The Sith got ever closer and put his face close to Nilsson to spit on him. It was the last mistake the sorcerer would ever make as he drove the knife into his neck, the Sith gagged on his blood.
He kicked him hard away from him. Hanzo rolled out of the way and grabbed a dropped Browning Hi-Power handgun to fire into the being for effect, just in case. Satisfied that the Sith was dead, the soldier assisted, helping his brother in arms up. 'Magic my ass.' Unlike most of the others, Hanzo didn't see the Force as 'overcomplicating magic' or dismissing it as a concept outright.
No, he's seen too much on Tython, read enough what he could before the attack happened, and his previous conversations with other Jedi in the Temple and parts of the planet where he has explored showed him something different.
There's something... Spiritual about this world and the more he continued to see in this galaxy… The more he came to know the more questions that started to form in his head.
"Now that's what I call overkill, eh?" Alex looked at the dead Sith with an interested look.
Hanzo wiped the blood off his knife before putting it back in his sheath. "That's light compared to what I consider as overkill. Let's get back to the rest of the unit."
General John Malcolm Thorpe Fleming "Mad Jack" Churchill - British Army
Jedi Temple - Tython, Tython System, Deep Core, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 11:25/11:25 AM
Mad Jack was at it again. The Englishman was smiling at the fact that many of his opponents were utilizing swords, although it was a shame that their saber's batteries shorted out because of some metal.
'This cortosis really takes the fun out of it.'
"Come on you bloody bastards!" The master swordsman absolutely enjoyed the fact that the more elegant style of warfare was now back and he joined a group of warrior monks to combat the Sith menace. "You're facing Fighting Mad Jack himself, you damn impostors! For Queen and Country!" The Brit continued to parry away with his recently upgraded broadsword and although he was a gentleman, these Sith were not known to play by the rules of fencing at all.
"Isn't he insane?" One of the Jedi defenders asked one of his comrades, Serana Ashak, a beautiful blue-skinned Twi'lek who appeared to be in her early thirties with black markings across her face and light blue eyes that spoke of her determination and experience. Wearing brown Jedi robes over her white Verpine Foestopper armor, her two green lightsabers were used with such graceful yet aggressive movement against any Sith that faced her.
"I guess so." The Twi'lek admitted as she blocked a slash by a warrior. "But you can't deny that he's rather effective despite his...idiosyncratic nature." Serana kneed the Sith in the groin and the Sith gave a high-pitched shriek as he felt something pop. Serena, not giving him the chance to recover, stabbed him in the chest before kicking him off.
Churchill watched as one of the sorcerer's raised his hand to strike at the Briton. Knowing what it entailed after witnessing some hapless Republic Troopers being fried and not wishing to take a risk in seeing if this attack was ineffective on his physiology just like the other negated 'powers', the officer took cover behind a wall just before the lightning struck and it left quite the scorched mark on the plaster.
"Bloody hell!"
Field Marshal Bernard Law Montgomery - 1st Viscount Montgomery of Alamein and Commander of Her Majesty's Commonwealth Forces of the 'True British Empire'
Anglo-Commonwealth Command Post - Tython, Tython System, Deep Core, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 12:00/12:00 PM
To say that Bernard was despondent would be an understatement as the Spartan General was crestfallen and felt that in some ways Ike still had it in for him since the Briton did had a rather…equivocal relationship with the Yank during the Second World War and Monty should have known that the avid golfer picked him to assist the Republic with a garrison on Tython while the no-good bastard stole his beloved Seventh Armored Division from him as a part of the strike force on Korriban!
Then Bernard thought that there was the possibility of Dwight having a legitimate nous as to why he was on Tyrion. 'No, Ike is not one to hold grudges, at least I do not believe so. He may have his reasons.'
Still, many of the men under his command were disappointed just like he was. Until yesterday of course when the Bloody Impostors themselves came knocking. The head of the NATO detachment was currently at his headquarters looking at the updated map as to the situation. It currently wasn't looking good as the French Fifth Infantry Division began to withdraw from overwhelming Imperial numbers, some of whom were even prepared to wave literal honest-to-God white flags which would have been reminiscent of the debacle against Brazil during the catastrophic and farcical Lobster War of '63 until cooler heads among the Les Français prevailed for an organized withdrawal. Overall, the defenses were about to collapse as some units began to retreat, or in the cases of a few Republic battalions, completely annihilated.
"So sir, do you know when reinforcements are going to arrive?" His aide, Captain Fremantle asked.
"In about three hours from now, Chesty Puller is going to steal the credit away from us."
"The one from Chosin in Korea? Damn Yanks have to ruin all the fun."
"That they do, Albert." Bernard couldn't disagree more as he calmly stirred his tea with a spoon despite the Imperial artillery barrage shaking his porcelain cup and the table it rested on. "That they do."
General John Malcolm Thorpe Fleming "Mad Jack" Churchill - British Army
Jedi Temple - Tython, Tython System, Deep Core, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 12:00/12:00 PM
Mad Jack emerged from cover and proceeded to withdraw his old Webley revolver. The .455 caliber round should deal with the damn magician and knock him down. It sure did and the handgun still had its notorious kick, especially noticeable to the man wielding it since age was now catching up to the old warrior. The atmosphere was utterly chaotic as Sith and Imperials began to fight the joint Republic-Jedi-Earth defenders of the Temple. Fleming watched as some of his men attempted to use their bayonets against the space wizards, but they were cut down.
Fighting Jack should have been retired by now, but his country has called upon him once more to deal with a new enemy. One which dared caricature anything British.
"You wankers really have chosen the wrong enemy to fight." Churchill declared.
"Don't mock me with your fake accent, scum." His foe coughed as he spat blood. "You're not Imperial."
"No, I am from England, sir. I will gladly die for ol' Blighty, in the style of a true gentleman in Her Majesty's armed forces, than that rabble you serve, Sith!" The warrior declared to the dying man as he went on his merry way to fight in his last war.
Lord Goh
Outside the Jedi Temple - Tython, Tython System, Deep Core, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 12:00/12:00 PM
The Changarian watched as his men finally drove the last of the Earthling scum back inside the temple. These forceless scum were a surprisingly worthy adversary, but they were still blights to be wiped out before the cancers spread throughout the galaxy.
For the sake of the Force, the Earthlings must be cut down per Arkous's orders and the Sith was determined to conduct the will of the dark side as well.
The Sith nodded in approval as he saw warriors and marauders cutting down the few that remained in the sector before him.
"My Lord? We've managed to push them back deep inside the temple and despite the initial resistance, your fellow Sith has managed to cause casualties amongst their ranks."
"Very well, Captain." The Sith Lord was excited since this was a glorious day for the Empire despite the initial setback. "Wipe them out. All of them."
"You heard him men!" Captain Nore shouted. "Let's show these Earth scum the might of the Empire!"
Imperial Troopers left and right fanned out to hunt down the remaining survivors. It wasn't even a few minutes until they were fired upon by a group of Pubs and Earthlings.
"First squad, take the right flank!" Lieutenant Ruc orders. "Second and Third Squad, keep up the pressure."
"Yes sir." The Sergeant of First Squad replied before waving his men toward an excellent firing position.
Goh watched as his men began to overwhelm the defenders and look on in satisfaction as they were being slaughtered to the last man. Offers of surrender weren't given out at all since Earth will learn that the Empire will not be made a mockery of by primitives.
Serana Ashak - Knight of the Jedi Order
Jedi Temple - Tython, Tython System, Deep Core, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 12:30/12:30 PM
"ARE YOU INSANE!" Serana called out after the Earth general as she saw him attempting to slash his way to fight the leader of the latest assault.
"They don't call me 'Mad Jack' for nothing, lass!" The old coot fired back as he swung his sword at an officer.
"I'm starting to wonder if Death has different plans for you or if you're just too stubborn to die, old man." Serena as she spun kicked a Sith trooper in the face, hearing a loud crack as his head twisted in an unnatural angle. Slicing through a couple of troopers and Sith who were caught off guard before one ended up in a blade lock with her.
Just as the blade lay closer, Serena acted quickly and took out her blaster pistol and shot the Sith in the chest, seeing the shocked look on his face. She headbutted him hard before force-pushing the body into a couple of other Imperials. Shaking her head, the Twi'lek glanced off to the side and saw two Earth soldiers staring at her. She recognized them as Serena called out their names.
"Hanzo! Alex! With me!" She barked.
Private Alexander McAllen - Weapons Section, Second Platoon, Alpha Company, 1st Battalion, Princess Patricia Light Infantry, 1st Commonwealth Division
Jedi Temple - Tython, Tython System, Deep Core, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 12:30/12:30 PM
"Ah, just great Hanzo." Alex chuckles. "We're going to assist Serena in a suicide mission to rescue an old coot with a blade."
But McAllen noticed that his friend was not paying attention and he snapped his fingers. "Hanzo? Come on buddy, you can daydream later."
Hanzo shook his head, cursing to himself for his distraction. "Let's go!"
"Yeah right. Let's just go."Alexander sighs before smirking. "You can admire her later."
Nilsson grunted in annoyance.
General John Malcolm Thorpe Fleming "Mad Jack" Churchill - British Army
Jedi Temple - Tython, Tython System, Deep Core, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 12:30/12:30 PM
"Come out and face me you accursed heathen!"
The blue alien with headtails turned and faced the crazy man who was the only Briton to utilize a longbow in World War II. He was a hideous being and to Fleming, the Sith were surprisingly ugly in general. Hell, even the Scots and Irish receive more sunlight than the magicians! But something else bothered the old warrior, as to why this one wouldn't utter a word at all.
"So are you a daft mute or what?! Speak up old chap!"
But the extraterrestrial being had other ideas and he pulled out his laser sword to face the Brit. The Englishman, however, prepared himself for the inevitable fencing match and John Malcolm Thorpe Fleming Churchill was prepared to bring back the honor to merry old Britain.
"Sir!"
"Well, I'll be buggered!" Jack said. "I intend to fight my last war alone!"
"With all due respect sir, but your age is catching up to you." Nilsson stated.
Churchill smirked. "Well, they certainly don't call me an old coot for nothing. Alright, lads! Let's give honor to merry old Blighty and show this Sith wanker how it's done!"
"Umm...We're Canadians, sir." McAllen pointed out.
"In that case. For the Queen and for Canada as well! Just as long as the Yanks don't show up, I'll be a happy old man!"
Sergeant David Allen Adkins - First Squad, First Platoon, First Force Reconnaissance Company, I Marine Expeditionary Force Command Element, I Marine Expeditionary Force, United States Marine Corps
En route to the "Space Monks" Temple - Tython, Tython System, Deep Core, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 13:30/1:30 PM
"Alright, listen up!" Sergeant Adkins shouted at the top of his lungs. "We are reinforcing the Brits and the other Commonwealth forces of the Eighth Army. They are under heavy assault by the Imps and we are not leaving them behind."
"Umm Sarge, how can we tell the difference between the Brits and the Space Brits?"
"Shoot the ones wearing black or waving a red blade dumbass! Any other questions?" Sergeant Adkins sounded harsh here, he had no time for idiotic questions.
"NO SERGEANT!"
"Alright then." Adkins muttered. "We're landing in a major warzone so keep your eyes peeled and we'll go home safe."
"Five seconds." The Republic pilot declared. Sure, the Americans would rather ride in their Hueys, but the Force Recon Marines and the Marine Raiders wanted to have the element of surprise. The gunships cautiously approached the temple and they constantly dodged AA fire to engage the opposition below and the Devil Dogs appreciated the brave efforts of the Pubs to soften up the landing zone for them. The surrounding area was being overwhelmed by goose-steppers, but the reinforcements are determined to change that.
"Let's go! Move it! Move it!"
Private First Class Jake Gregory Meyer - Fireteam Alpha, Second Squad, First Platoon, C/Charlie Company, Second Raider Battalion "Carlson's Raiders", Second Raider Regiment, II Marine Expeditionary Force Information Group, II Marine Expeditionary Force, United States Marine Corps
Jedi Temple - Tython, Tython System, Deep Core, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 13:50/1:50 PM
Jake quickly rushed out of the gunship and charged into the fray with his platoon and of course with the motto of 'First to First' it was only befitting to have United States Marines be the first to land as reinforcements for the beleaguered defenders but even so this was a joint operation between Force Reconnaissance and the Raiders to clear a section of the temple of the menace and there were more of their fellow Leathernecks on the way with a battalion of Jarheads ready to lob in tear gas before storming the rest of the temple to clear it of the surviving intruders who weren't smoked out by the nauseous fumes.
Meyer carefully made a hand gesture to one of the Recons to clear the room. The Hoosier watched as his comrade kicked the door open and fired his scattergun at two Imperial soldiers, but then something caught his eye as the individual in dark robes came out of nowhere and stabbed his fellow Marine from behind.
He immediately fired a short burst from his M14 and the 150 grain projectiles struck the Sith's chest. The wizard wasn't expecting him and as a result, the magician forfeited his life. The bitterness of the combat reminded Jake of Haiphong, but the Devil Dog was ready to show the Space Fascists why the United States Marine Corps was certainly an enemy they didn't want to have unleashed on them, but they did.
Jake continued on his way to evacuate any remaining survivors from the First Commonwealth Division as well as any Republic soldier that joined them, not to mention get the last of the artifacts secured, before the tear gas smoked the intruders out to be slaughtered. Many American servicemen complained about the plan and some even bluntly stated that they were not archivists. Although Jake was a history enthusiast himself and at one time was even in a relationship with the daughter of an Assyriologist, even unwittingly becoming a firsthand eyewitness to the 14 July Revolution in Iraq, at the same time the former Military Policeman was also aware that urban warfare was not to be trivialized in the slightest and in his opinion it would have been better to smoke 'em out first then go in but the decision was made.
"Stop right there!" An Imperial shouted.
"How about no, lobsterback?" The Marine chuntered as he shot the fool. Meyer then sees a fireteam of Imperials coming straight for him, but the Raider pulled the pin to his M26 'Lemon' Grenade and threw it so that it would land where the shrapnel would be the most effective within its five-meter radius kill zone.
"Kriff! GREN-!"
"Don't you mean 'fuck' idiots?" He muttered with actual vulgarity instead of a euphemism as more expendables approached him.
"Surrender! Surrender!" An annoying officer barked.
The Jarhead opened up with a burst from his M14, but he was outnumbered. The Leatherneck instantly took cover behind a fountain as blaster fire began to scorch the marble-like material.
'Oh boy, I'm in a pickle.'
General John Malcolm Thorpe Fleming "Mad Jack" Churchill - British Army
Jedi Temple - Tython, Tython System, Deep Core, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 13:50/1:50 PM
Fleming continued to randomly parry away at the Sith, but the elderly veteran realized that his age was catching up to him. His Jedi companion was out cold after being pushed into one of the pillars. And now, he was at a disadvantage as it was evident that his opponent wasn't wheezing from shortness of breath.
"You are a foolish old man." The mute finally spoke up.
"You have no honor, sir!"
"Honor? HONOR?! Yet you dare mock us?"
"How many times do we have to tell you that we're British and as a proper Englishman, I have to say it is you who is mocking us Britons."
"ENOUGH!" The alien roared as he began to lift a few pieces of debris, which the old veteran miraculously dodged.
"Fuck it!"
Meanwhile, the two Canadians attempted to shoot at the Sith, but the problem was that they might as well commit friendly fire.
"Man, they're fighting so fast that I can't get a clear shot!" Alex said.
"More like the old man is about to get himself killed." Hanzo noted just as a familiar voice yelled at the pair.
"Nilsson! McAllen!" It was their Sergeant and a few other survivors. "We're evacuating the temple! Come on!"
"Not without the general!" Hanzo was determined to not leave him behind.
"Don't you see that he's buying you time?" McHugh said in frustration. "The Yanks are here, but the temple is lost! We're going to take it back later."
"Well, reinforcements are nice and all, but we're not leaving him behind!"
"I had enough of these damn unhinged imprudent warlocks proselytizing their 'farce' and their sorcery! Suit yourself."
Serena groaned in pain as she woke up. The Twi'lek was unconscious but now she witnesses the Old Coot fighting at his utmost and he won't last wrong.
"How about you just die old man?"
"You never heard of the name Mad Jack." He panted. "But I'm a legend and as such, I won't die just yet."
'You really are pushing it, old man.' The Jedi prepared to force-push this Sith Lord as well and she waited for the exact moment to strike back against her attacker. The Sith Lord was about to cut down the Earthling General, but the Jedi wasn't going to allow the Dark Side user to cut down his foe. Reaching into the Force, the Twi'lek Jedi Master raised her arms and concentrated on bringing down a pillar on top of the Lord of the Sith. As he was currently distracted by his opponent, the Changarian didn't realize the danger he placed himself in until it was too late and the shortsightedness cost him.
"What the! Are you a crazy woman!? You're going to kill him!" Alex shouted, but the alien ignored him as she landed the pillar on top of their foe just as they heard a beep. Facing the direction of the sound, the earthlings and their Jedi ally saw an ugly, red-skinned critter with appendages sticking out of his chin.
"Lord Goh, we have...Oh? I do believe I'm in a bit of a tarry?"
"That's bloody right chap. How about you leave both Tython and merry old England alone?"
The hologram soon faded out. But the Canadian duo was disgusted at the Sith's elitist nature.
"Hey, lad!"
Hanzo spun around and saw that the old man was handing him something.
"You did well today." The Englishman nodded in approval. It was one of the laserswords and Nilsson didn't expect a gift from the Mad Jack himself.
"Umm...Thank you, sir." Hanzo even saw Serena smirking at him as the Canadian placed it into his pocket. "Under normal circumstances Han, I would've asked you've give that over. But, consider it a souvenir gift." She walked up to him and gave Hanzo a pat on his shoulder. "Come on, let's find the rest of your unit." Giving a nod, Hanzo walked in step with her out of the chamber.
Leaving a grinning Alex behind them as he followed along. "Knew you had a thing for Twi'leks Han, Ranna might just get a bit jealous."
Private First Class Jake Gregory Meyer - Fireteam Alpha, Second Squad, First Platoon, C/Charlie Company, Second Raider Battalion "Carlson's Raiders", Second Raider Regiment, Second Marine Division, II Marine Expeditionary Force, United States Marine Corps
Jedi Temple - Tython, Tython System, Deep Core, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 14:50/2:50 PM
"Surrender already Earth scum!"
Without a word, Jake fired his United States Rifle, Caliber 7.62 mm, M14 in response and shot the speaker's head clean off before ducking back down to pull a M26 from his pouch, pulled the pin, and the Hoosier simply rolled the grenade instead of throwing it. The Jarhead waited for the fragments to explode and as soon as he heard the explosion, Meyer rushed forward and prepared to use his M6 Bayonet. While the fact their officer's disintegrated cranium made a mess and having his brain matter on them was unnerving, seeing this lone United States Marine charging recklessly with nothing more than a knife-bayonet attached to his rifle was a frightening sight to the Imperial Troopers since bayonets were discarded from the last war. The conscripts, unsure what to do, began to panic as the lunatic began to charge.
"He's mad!"
"Retreat!"
'You better run.' He thought as he shot one of them in the back, seeing him fall and howling due to his spine being struck by the efficacious projectile before gradually dying as severing the spinal cord was mortal. Jake watched as other Marines rallied around him and the Americans began to surround the Imperials. Now they were outnumbered.
"Surrender or be shot!" A Captain from the 3rd Battalion, 5th Marine Regiment ordered.
Some machine gunners with their M60s laid down prone and the sound of rifles cocking should change the impostors' minds. If not, the enemy would be slaughtered in a kill zone and either way, it made the job easier for the Marines as they slowly cleared the building door by door. It was a long way from Hue, but the Jarheads were ready for urban combat. There were even some men from the Republic's 51st Assault Battalion who added laser guns to the mix, it was going to be a nightmare for the defeated foe.
Jake has to smile as he witnessed the idiots do something smart for once:
They raised their hands.
Lance Corporal John Issac McEnroe - Fireteam Charlie, First Squad, First Platoon, F/Fox Company, Second Battalion, Seventh Marine Regiment, First Marine Division, I Marine Expeditionary Force, United States Marine Corps
Jedi Temple - Tython, Tython System, Deep Core, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 15:00/3:00 PM
'It's a long way from Ooltewah, Tennessee.' The small-town Volunteer State native thought as John waited alongside his fellow Gyrenes outside the temple and clutched his rifle, waiting for the opportunity to pick off any adversaries foolish enough to emerge from the building once the non-lethal but undeniably irritating funes were introduced.
"Men! Everyone is evacuated and all relics are accounted for! One of every five go ahead and strap on the flamethrowers, prepare to deploy tear gas to smoke the bastards out, lob grenades into every window, you know the drill! Time to do some pest control in this nest infested with goosesteppers!"
"You heard the Major, Marines! Gasmasks on!"
McEnroe immediately set his rifle aside and placed on his M17 Protective Mask before retrieving his weapon and racking the bolt back, the nineteen year old E-3 knew that it was game-on and McEnroe watched as a 'Southie' from Boston with the surname of O'Riley hurled the CS canister into the windows of the building, the vapors filling up the inside hallways with irritating non-lethal fumes.
"Here they come!"
John waited until the first Imperial entered his sight picture before snapping off one round, exactly like a shooting gallery at a carnival as the gray fatigue-wearing Imps instinctively attempted to avoid the fumes only to rush into every individual Marine's sight picture, the Riflemen of the United States Marine Corps nailing the disordinated enemy soldiers one shot at a time and the terminal ballistics of 7.62x51mm NATO was no laughing matter as, for instance, it would not just go through the head and leave a clean exit wound but will instead blow and obliterate the larger chunk of the skull making it irrecognisable because of the high shock wave of this round and then there was what it did to the torso on impact with a large exit cavity to be expected but either way their spouse would become a widow as the chance of the targeted enemy combatant surviving a head wound or a chest wound with damaged critical organs from this caliber - even if it was one, lone, single shot - was zilch.
McEnroe watched as some Sith rushed out coughing, just as affected by the smoke and fumes as their subordinates, leaving only the enclosed armored Sith and Imperials inside to deal with.
"Good to know they can't withstand our smoke and Willie Pete." John remarked but his commentary went unheard as more of the disorientated enemy appeared, making it a turkey shoot.
"Frag out!"
John began firing from outside the building, not one Leatherneck dared enter even one of the structures to clear them out like the Jedi requested, instead having a steady walking pace with lead, shooting into anything made of concrete.
Ranks and files of Marines passed each part of the building, riddling bullets indiscriminately into each wall and pillar that had enemy troops inside with preset kill zones as the Imperials anticipated room-to-room fighting had instead unwittingly signed their own death warrants.
The next column used flamethrowers and White Phosphorus grenades to finish off any survivors remaining inside the buildings, the ruthless yet pragmatic approach was effective and efficient at ridding the enemy with little to no friendly casualties inflicted in return.
Satele Shan - Grandmaster of the Jedi Order
Tython, Tython System, Deep Core, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 15:15/3:15 PM
Satele watched the effort of retaking the temple from the Sith and their conscripts but she was now regretting giving sanction to their allies for the endeavor while the Jedi and Republic forces regroup for a counterattack.
"The damage is minimal thankfully, slug holes and scorch marks but to see the disregard for urban warfare, the willingness to bring down structures is admittedly concerning."
"At least they managed to secure the relics." Master Gnost-Dural sighed. "And they're also considering casualties as well."
As much as the Grandmaster hated to admit it, the approach was pragmatic even if it seemed reckless.
Field Marshal Bernard Law Montgomery - 1st Viscount Montgomery of Alamein and Commander of Her Majesty's Commonwealth Forces of the 'True British Empire'
Republic Forward Command Center - Tython, Tython System, Deep Core, Republic Space, "The Galaxy"
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 15:15/3:15 PM
The Spartan General and Chesty met just outside the main HQ for the garrison. The duo were currently discussing how to best deal with the remaining enemy forces on the Jedi world of Tython
"Well, we got the situation in hand now. The bastards are running."
"Indeed. And the flyboys of the United States Air Force and my Marines are currently pounding them to shreds."
"Typical Yanks." He snorted "You have to ruin all the fun."
"You did enough today." The Marine declared with a grin. "We're relieving you and taking over."
"Why Bloody Hell you are!" Monty fired back. "I've already ordered General Churchill to lead the counterattack..."The Brit glanced down at his watch "About fifteen minutes ago I'll say. I believe you colonials have some catching up to do Puller."
"Smartass limeys." The Jarhead muttered. "I think we should throw down your beverages into the harbor again."
General John Malcolm Thorpe Fleming "Mad Jack" Churchill - British Army
07:01:16 ATC/ Tuesday, July 1st, 1969 - 15:00/3:00 PM
Mad Jack watched as he picked up his bagpipes. Bringing the piece to his mouth, the crazy, bloodthirsty Englishman played 'The Campbells are Coming' as he led the remaining men of the First Commonwealth Division in a counterassault against the Empire.
Miles away, the Guard's Division began playing 'The Grenadiers March' and it truly was a spectacle to see as their foe retreated right before the Briton's eyes. The weary Imps had enough and as such, the forces of the Sith Empire began to pull back.
But, overall, it was a victory for the United Kingdom as the Brits managed to show the impostors why Britannia weren't mice but rather Lions that roared.