BROTHERS UNITED:The Beginning
Preview:The clone wars was battled on many fronts concerning the two major factions of the war; The CIS and The Republic. Though this three part story isn't about The Republic nor The CIS. This story is about the other minor factions through out the Clone Wars, where the CIS begin their take over of each system in their reach. Thus, Leading them to The Uba System where the savage Ubese Warriors alligned themselves with the dark lord, though one planet in the Uba system didn't go quietly..
Chapter 1 will be coming soon. Tell me what you think of the preview though.
Thank you, I plan to read your Darth Yoda fic once I get around to it :)
Thanks and I plan to read this:D
Brothers United
Prologue
As the days pass throughout the battle ridden enviroment of Uba IV bodies piled up amongst the ruins of battles between the rivaling clans. Though only one of the warlords amongst the two fighting factions lead the battle as the other sat in his fortress with the greatest of protection. Sciamanos was the warlord who would lead his clan into the depths of death and defy the wishes of their enemies, though he was as young as his clansmen he was powerful. Sciamanos was always one dimensional throughout everything he did and beleived power controlled the galaxy. This could not of been said about his rival warlord inhabiting Uba IV, Kassaji. Kassaji would have never caused such a monstrosity through out the Uba system, if it was not for his power of speech. Influencing Ubese Warriors alike he overwhelmed Clan Sciamanos, but the only they had ever lacked to ending this war between the two clans was the weapons needed.
Uba IV's enviroment was alike the rest of the planets in the Uba system, but the difference was that there was a spaceport. Many of the battles revolved around the control of the spaceport. Both clans seeked many things from the neighboring planets in the Uba System, Clan Kassaji's need was resources, while Clan Sciamanos' need was reinforcements. The control of the spaceport was in Clan Kassaji's and under tight guard where many of the Ubese Warrior's in Warlord Kassaji's command were now stationed. Though Sciamanos was going to avoid mass casualties on both sides of the war, by leading a deadly special operations force to recapture what they beleived belonged to them.
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Uba IV:Sector 9
Swamplands:Outskirt of The Spaceport
Sciamanos walked under the fallen tree leading to the covert base of the Special Operations where the colors grew ever so dense concealing the unit from visible contact of any patrolling parties. Each Ubese dressed head to toe in enviromental suits and masks. one of the six Warriors looked up from the blueprints of the spaceport to find his warlord back from scouting the area for any hostilities.
"Find any scum, m'lord?" asked the Warrior from across the area.
"No hostilities were found." Sciamanos answered as he stepped torwards the unit.
Another Ubese Warrior swung on his heel facing the Warlord,
"M'lord when are we going to embark on this mission?" The Warrior asked impatiently.
"Your wish will now be fulfilled." Sciamanos said as his clansmen alligned themselves into three by three lines.
"On The blood of my father we took an oath!" Sciamanos said as he walked amongst the lines of his champions.
"An oath to filfull the wishes of our god!" The six Ubese Warriors answered.
"To our first breath to our dying breath!" Sciamanos continued as he now stood before each Ubese Warrior.
"Those who break the oath shall receive no mercy nor pity!" Sciamanos commanded.
"We shall leave them in the abyss of hell!" The Ubese Warriors said as they moved past Sciamanos each activating the stealth on their armor, dissapating into the muggy swamplands.
Sciamanos followed suit as they moved through the brush, he felt as if the swamplands were swallowing them whole. Each Warrior under his command could be seen through the visor of his mask, they could do the same with one another. The grey metallic walls of the spaceport closed in on them as they reached the outter defensives in a matter of mere seconds due to their quickened pace and knowing their direction.
"They might as well be sleeping at their positions, if they can't do a damn thing against us." Remarked one Warrior through the commlink system connected between the spec ops unit.
They approached the grate on the wall as they huddled around it, Sciamanos could see another lifeform on his motion tracker built into his visor.
"Show the meaning of haste and let's get in without notice!" Commanded the warlord as the unit piled into the large ventilation shaft.
Sciamanos was the last to enter as he closed the entrance to the vent behind him as the patrolling guard rounded the corner to find no one amongst the area. The guard could see the footprints in the mud surrounding the vent as he stood infront of the grate, but before he could even contact the base a single shot snuck through a hole in the grate catching the guard through the visor which he wore. Blood dripped through the hole made by the shot fired by Sciamanos. Sciamanos now opened the grate to let the dead guard fall into his arms to where he would drag the man fully into the vent shutting it behind him.
Sciamanos stripped the man of his weapons and deactivated the guard's radio. Sciamanos regrouped with his men who were positioned at the end of the shaft.
"We are directly above the spaceport's control room, the control room controls the automated defense grid throughout the port, it should save of us a lot of time and casualties to our own men as long as we take control of it."
One of the Warriors pulled out a detanator from his bandolier and placed it on the specified point given to him, by Sciamanos.
"Setting the charge now m'lord."
After a few buttons were pressed each spec ops member took a few steps back as a hole was blown into the bottom of the vent. Each member dropped into the room as the panic ensued, shots flared as Sciamanos maneuvered himself to the controls batting the soldier infront of him. Comandeering the controls he locked the doors as his clansmen decimated the confused enemies. Sciamanos watched as the soldiers in the corridors raced torwards the control room only to be gunned down by the now automated defense grid. Sciamanos knew the battle was theirs for the taking, but he planned to make a few new changes to the spaceport...
Though an unknown enemy lurked in the future for both clans on Uba IV..
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Well that's the prologue..tell me how you like it.
Good Prologue. I'll read this, since I'm looking foward to more.
Thank you for your opinion, I'll thank anyone for their opinion even if it is a negative one, just as long as they read this. I just thought I should include a backstory to the intro, during, and an outro to the clone wars, than just it being known that the CIS doing battle with the Republic. Readers may notice that Sciamanos is the name of a modder from pcgamemods.com, so the main character is paying montage to him..Expect the 1st chapter tommorrow after I get home from school. I'll just say that you'll enjoy it as much as you enjoyed the prologue :)
Uba IV: Sector 9
Spaceport
Sciamanos stared down at the wreckage the spec ops unit had caused over night. Though he was very happy about the victory and the wipeout of the opposition during the hostile takeover of the spaceport. Though now wasn't the time to rest as the six soldiers under his command salavaged and taken everything they could find including the equipment off the dead. Functioning droids had also been reprogrammed to help Sciamanos get rid of the dead bodies. After each corpse was stripped of it's equipment the droids would make piles of death and then set them ablaze. Sciamanos was now planning to contact another clan lord on Uba I to inform them of the takeover. Sciamanos sat himself infront of a communication feed and soon attempted connection with the distant warlord. After a few attempts the connection finally went through, but things didn't seem what they were. A Ubese appeared on the other side of the feed in a panic.
"Lord Sciamanos! The situation has became tragic over on our planet, Uba III. A battalion of assassin droids had landed a week ago and they've wiped out nearly half of the planet's population." Exclaimed the stricken man.
"Only a battalion of assassin droids? They've wiped out so much in so little time? I am sorry for the staggering loss of people, but we're in our own crisis over here." Sciamanos responded with regret, knowing that either choice he made one planet would suffer.
"Right now the droids are trying to break our defenses. The losses have been massive in such a small amount of time. We must counter their attack, but their defense is unstoppable. We were able to disable one droid, but it was able to reactivate itself and caused a major wipeout of our greatest champions with a self-destruction." Informed the man with nervous traced in his voice.
"There is not much I have to offer to aid you. Your only choice, if you wish for support of Clan Sciamanos is if to evacuate the planet as soon as possible. Make planetfall in sector 12, where you shall find my realm of rest." Said Sciamanos who felt very confident in his decision to support the Ubese of Uba III.
"We will evacuate everyone we possibly can, though time is against us as the enemy is at our doorstep. Over and out. Expect any planetfalls at anytime."
The video feed soon closed after the words escaped the man's mouth. Sciamanos could only sit and wonder who exactly would invade the Uba System and why. A soldier entered the room with no knowledge of the current situation, questioning out to his lord.
"What does our lord wish for us? The dead have been stripped clean of their equipment and weapons."
"In a turn for the worse I ask of you all to plant explosives throughout the spaceport. It is no longer need of me. As for our next move we shall fall back to the fortress till further commands of your lord." Sciamanos's reasoning by destroying what they had just claimed hours ago was the worry of stretching his forces thin. Having units protect their terroritories while protecting the starport was too much of a hassle, though if they had more soldiers it would be very different.
The soldier stood there in disbeleif of what has now been said. Holding back from anger he nodded his head and went to inform the rest of the men. Sciamanos could hear the howling of disagrees from the room where he sat upon.
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Uba IV:Sector 9
Outter Swamp
Sciamanos lead his men and a set of carrier droids through knee deep water. Coming up on a rockface hanging over to see the spaceport, they found something they didn't expect as they peered over the ledge. Multiple legions of Kassaji soldiers had already been deployed at the spacesport to retake it, though the luck of it all to avoid being possibly seen and trailed by the Kassaji clansmen was that they had already tried entering the spaceport from the multiple entrances causing the explosives to be set off. Sciamanos watched as the enemy soldiers were gone in a blink of an eye, only leaving a pile of ashes where they used to stand.
Sciamanos stared into the flames as if he was looking for something, but it soon left his mind as one of his soldiers approached him,
"Sir..I find it we may of had the god's favor just then..If we remained at the starport I wouldn't be surprised if we would be at our dying breath right about now. May god's favor continue to bless us throughout the rest of our perilous days.."
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First chapter now complete. If you guys were expecting some battle like the prologue well I will just say that it may be a few chapters, before a battle trully settles down..Write what you think of the 1st chapter :)
Good Prologue and First chap Rav
Good first Chapter RaV™. I'm looking foward to more.
Is this before or after Battle of Geonosis?
Is this before or after Battle of Geonosis?
This is after the battle of Geonosis and before the events on Hypori.
Just going to list my future projects
2nd and 3rd fiction novels ending the trilogy
Shot Heard Around The Galaxy
Galactic Diplomats..
Seems like I would make it on someone's 06 category award list for fanfics :)
Uba IV Sector 2
Fortress Of Kassaji:The Halls Of The High Council
The gloomy halls lurked of many Ubese Warriors unlike the average warrior each Ubese was dressed in ceremonial armor and instead of carrying a high power rifle they carried spears and tridents. Weaved with cortosis ore the counter to a Jedi's legendary weapon; the lightsaber. Many of them stood side by side lining the walls while the rest remained at the guard of their prophets. On the higher levels of the halls in the gallerys were dozens of Ubese attending. Kassaji the warlord himself sat at the center throne surrounded by the other ten prophets at both of his sides. With Kassaji's eyes blazing with fierce fire he spoke his first words of the 'hearing.'
"Let the scourge of our clan enter."
The doors at the end of the hall were opened simantaneously as a Ubese wearing the highest ranking of armor entered. The champion's mask wasnt there to hide the eyes of the warrior who's slain countless foes. While being followed by two Prophet Guards following close behind he stopped at the small podium, before the prophets. The champion stared into the eyes of his warlord with determination as his eyes were met with cruel hate. Kassaji cleared his throat.
"Grand Champion Durandal you stand before the high council as the first Ubese to defy his warlord's wishes. You do understand exactly what you did, do you not?" Kassaji called out to him.
"My lord I am aware of the destruction I had caused." Informing his lord as he stared down the row of thrones looking at the faces of the displeased prophets.
"The destruction you caused was an outright act of madness!" Bellowed one of the prophets. Suddenly the gallery and many prophets joined in on the verbal berating of Durandal as he stood there drowning in the insults. Kassaji rose his hand for silence which was received.
"You disobeyed my commands to report back to the fortress after the enemy raided the starport. Then you continued torwards the starport with legions of our Ubese Warriors and set off the explosive traps the enemy installed during their stay. You were the only survivor out of all our comrades. The deaths of all the warriors are now on your hands." Exclaimed Kassaji as warriors cried in agreement or disagreement of their Grand Champion's critical mistake.
"I have grown tired of constant fighting of the starport. May you keep your opinions, but I still have the firm beleif that Sciamanos lead the attack against our defenses. I had seen him I swear on our god's hand of it, but only if we were there sooner we should have intercepted the enemy!" Reasoned Durandal as the gallery continued to express it's opinion with the verbal raving from above.
"Many of the prophets who stand before you had expressed their support for you during the ongoing battles as you have expressed your wisdom in my presence as you have expressed your thirst for blood on the battlefields. Though an act such as this has shown different of what each now thinks of the Grand Champion." Said The Warlord as he continued to press the massive issue.
"I have no regrets of my actions of disobeying and causing legions of our warriors to face death in one swift blow. Though I must tell you rethink this through before you.."One prophet interrupting Durandal.
"Silence! You may not speak as if this was merely a minor setback! We planned for a great raid of Clan Sciamanos' Fortress! My lord Kassaji may we continue forward to the vote of this fool's fate?" Asked the prophet, anxious for the punishment which he will receive.
"Very well then..cast the first vote may you?" Kassaji requesting the prophet at the very end of the row of prophets. The prophet nodded and rose off his pedestal
"Guilty."
"Guilty."
"Guilty."
"Guilty."
"Guilty."
"Guilty."
"Guilty."
"Guilty."
"Guilty."
"Guilty."
Kassaji was the last to rise as he being the Lord had the power to overturn ever previous vote. Durandal and Kassaji both knew of this as Durandal looked forward with determination.
"Guilty."
Durandal expect to lose the vote, but he felt as if Kassaji would be able to overturn the voting and allow Durandal of continuing as the Grand Champion of Kassaji. A prophet's aid rose to his feet to declare the charges.
"After the results of the vote declaring you of being guilty of such acts. We find that former Durandal shall be stripped of his charge and will now be placed in exile. Now may Durandal bare the mark of the scourge..."
Durandal was grasped by the two prophet guards behind him as another came forward and ripped the armor of his chest. A look of shock and dismay formed on Durandal's face. Bearing the hardened body of the former Grand Champion. Soon before Durandal's eyes a fourth Ubese came forward with a spear which was steaming hot at the tip of it's sharp point. The Ubese impaled it into Durandal's skin to where it was only skin deep no blood even dripped down from his now branded body. The process of the mark took a great time to complete as it covered his body in the mark of the scourge.
"Take him to his spacecraft and leave him with the spear to never let the memory of his exile be gone." Commanded a prophet. A prophet guard who still grasped Durandal by an arm injected a serum which knocked him out in mere seconds. Now they began dragging him out of the hall followed by the Ubese warrior whom carried the scourge's spear.
"Set the computer coordinates to Coruscant and lock them to where he shall never be able to come back to his homeworld." Commanded the prophet as the group left the hall to the personal hangar.
"Durandal was the chosen one. Durandal was what the wisest prophet had said that he would cleanse our planet of evil." Said Kassaji who now turned to the prophet who said what was now wrong.
"Guard releive this prophet of his life. For making a fool out of me to have me beleiving Durandal was to cleanse our planet.."
The guard stepped forward with his ceremonial trident....
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Chapter 2 now complete. Hope you enjoyed seeing the alternative side to the war. Post what you think :)
This wont be Durandal's last appearance, but that doesn't mean he comes back in this trilogy set :)
Uba IV Sector 2
Fortess Of Kassaji: Lord's Realm
The Warlord Kassaji's realm was different than every other location of his mighty fortress. Gothic flying butresses formed the ceiling as the only light came from the glyphs that border each wall. The glyphs represented the lifes of the warlord's before Kassaji's reign. A unique set still continued and was represented by the '..' at the end of the last glyph. There glyphs belong to Kassaji as he never wanted to see the '..' dissapear from behind his glyphs. Kassaji would rather to see his glyphs line the walls of his whole fortress in his greatest glories. Though this didn't seem to be fit for the current situation...
Kassaji sat with a hand pressing on his temple in the middle of his realm just staring into the open space. Kassaji felt as if the war would be loss without Durandal, but such acts would never go unchallenged. Sciamanos is a great strategist, if finding out that Durandal has been exiled could mean the imminent end of Kassaji and his clan. Kassaji's thoughts were soon interrupted. A prophet entered the room with a look of care and patience bearing in his eyes.
"M'lord, I hate to press the issue of another impending battle. Though we must act now with a counterattack. I beleive we should hit The West Wing. Our scouts have reported numerous times that it is the least protected outpost in their control." declared the prophet as he moved torwards his lord.
"Yes, I feel the same thing you are feeling. I can hear the rumbling of our enemies deathmarch. The final battle for Uba IV will come soon and it will come swift. Though I wish things weren't exactly they were, but let us gear up for the battle of our ages..."
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Yes it's a short chapter, but expect the 4th chapter much longer and more enjoyable like the rest of my work. :)
Two good Chapters RaV™. I'm looking foward to more.
Uba III:Sector 5
Palace Walls
Massive amounts of Ubese Warriors gathered on the walls and took defensive positions staring into death as it came before them. Where thousands of droids and vehicles came over the horizon only to be met with the spray of blasters and heavy projectiles. The same man who was contacted by Lord Sciamanos of Uba IV lead the defense as many more amounts of Ubese Warriors filled the rest of the palace in case of a breach. This was the last stand for anyone of Uba III as even the peasants who survived the ongoing assaults were either evacuated or the brave stayed to defend their homeworld. Even during the battle on the ground it as well took to the skies as fighters from both factions engaged in numerous dogfights. Gun emplacements scored the plains before the tower wall of the palace as many battle droids became obsolete under the heavy barrage. Though the droids weren't the only ones losing their infantry. Dozens of Ubese Warriors fell to their death from both sides of the wall as they the enemy terrorized their lines. "Look out!" shouted a warrior upon the wall as a energy charge crashed into the gun emplacement above them causing it to crush the warrior and whoever was unlucky to be standing there. The horizon filled with heavy amounts of explosions as many shuttles evacuated, though suffered many losses. The battle was nowhere near an end as the field general approached the battle informant of Sciamanos along the wall.
"We have been able to repel their attack, but our supplies run dry!" Cried the informant at the top of his lungs as explosions erupt all around them.
"I am well aware of this! These droids must be deactivated, but I am not sure how exactly we would be able to do so!" shouted the general as an Ubese Warrior fell behind him.
Suddenly a Droid Control Ship dropped into the planet's atmosphere. Even as far as it was the size was massive from the eyes of soldiers on foot. Both, the informant and general acknowledged this humongous enemy spacecraft.
"That may be our solution, General." confidently the informant had said as he blasted a battle droid into peices from the wall.
The general grabbed a commlink off an dead warrior and spoke into it. "All allied fighters engage an attack on the enemy spacecraft just inside our atmosphere. It may cause the droids to deactivate. May our god have his favor on us.."
As soon as the order was gave the allied fighters in the sky climbed the heights to engage the control ship in battle. Swarms of droid fighters emerged from the numerous hangars facing the swarms of Ubese fighters in many dogfights. Mostly won by the skilled Ubese Pilots, they began their assault on the Droid Control Ship. Targeting it's shields was the main priority, though luck wasn't on their side..
"General, the shields are too powerful to disable! We request the assistance of the gun emplacements throughout the battlefield!" Asked the Ubese Pilot as he maneuvered himself from enemy fire. The general looked into the sky watching as the battle drew ever so closer to their position. "Your wish shall be granted brave pilot. Gun emplacements target your weaponry upon the Control Ship!" The general commanded as he observed the flow of battle droids slowly blow away from the defense his men laid. Sadly for him and his allies this wasn't the end as the assassin droids who first came upon Uba III entered the fray.
As they Cut through the lines of his warriors the general commanded for all ground fire to be suppressed on these major threats. The battle in the sky had favored well for the Ubese as the shields began to take damage from the barrages of heavy fire. The battle tragically twisted as the tide was changed by a falling fighter hit a gun emplacement causing it to misfire and take a section out of the wall along with many Ubese and droids battling upon it. Foes and allies alike were thrown feet across the combat zone. The informant was severely crushed by debris of the explosion, while the general had the luck to only have a few ribs shattered in his fall. During the stretch of many Ubese dying in the friendly fire many assassin droids vanished in the explosion. While the others were badly damaged causing an advantage for the Ubese.
The general rising from which he fall upon sprayed automatic slugs at an assassin droid whom was caught under the debris. The droid shattered as the slugs ripped the armor into peices.
The surviving warriors spread themselves in the trenches made by the droids of the previous failed onslaught. While the droids were damaged from the explosion they still ripped many warriors into shreds. Causing the remaining Warriors to take vengeance driving them into a killing frenzy. Blowing the assassin droids into peices of scrap metal.
An explosion suddenly erupted causing everyone on the battlefield to look into the sky watching as the Control Ship plummeted to the surface on the planet. Every Ubese's instinct told them to take cover from the explosion and debris falling from the sky. The general smiled broadly under his mask hearing the shouts of the appraisal of the Ubese Warriors he retreated for cover with. The impact of the ship caused a shower of corpses, deactivated droids, and soil to fall in various places across the area.
The general rose his hand triumphantly shooting slugs into the air as the warriors followed suit. Suddenly the fire from automatic arms was deafened by the roaring of multiple enemy battle ships entering the atmopshere. The remaining allied fighters were immediately destroyed by the turrets placed on the ships. The general looked around his surroundings estimating the amounts of warriors left. Then he commanded the hardest objection to do..
"Men I order a surrender.."
The soldiers acknowledged this as every warrior fought valiantly. Never lowwering their heads as one of the battle ships landed. From a section of the ship a ramp extended to the feet of the general. The awning hissed open as General Grievous stepped out...
The jarring of Grievous' lower mechanical body caused a shudder of many Ubese Warriors. Now standing over the warriors who dropped their weapons he spoke.
"This would have been much easier, if you hadn't fire upon our messenger droids."The general was shocked to hear that the droid which they first destroyed was just a messenger for a forced alliance of The Trade Federation and Uba Planetary System.
"You must think you had accomplished your mission by the evacuation ships leaving in time. We intercepted all of them, they do remain in our containment cells alive though..For now." Cautioned the droid general as the Ubese could not beleive their ears. An explosion erupted behind them as the citadel took a firey doom. With a vicious cackle General Grievous continued.
"You beleived you won the battle, but the remaining company of assassin droids infiltrated the citadel and planted explosives. Besides they're standing among you right now.."The assassin droids emerged from the cloaking devices they carried. In numerous amounts the droids closed in, but Grievous would not allow the deaths of the warriors yet.
"Now I command you to take up arms and fight for the true greater good of this galaxy. Refusal is followed by a painful death."Informed Grievous as many Ubese felt the disgust lurk around them.
The general removed his mask and stared into the alien eyes of Grievous and without warning he spat in the general's face.
"So Be It."
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WOAH! That took me a while to write, I really hope I see some recognition for a good twist such as that :D. I hope you liked it
I liked the twist. Another good Chapter. Keep it up and I'm looking foward to more.
Hmm..A prologue and four chapters of great literature (Being cocky) and 140 views. I wonder how exactly good have I done with views and people being interested in this story. I don't want to be directing it torwards just one or two people the whole time. I would rather it been seen by everyone..
I apologize for being on a long hiatus look for some interesting chapters in the next few hours.
Wow, I love this fic! Its very original and takes a different look at things - away from all the fancy stuff and into the more unknown.
Its well-written, especially the way you have orchestrated the battle scenes with convos. I like the battle scenes, especially, very well written!
Uba III
Planet's Orbit
The Invisible Hand's colossal size literally eclipsed the stricken planet of Uba III. The fate of millions was decided on the surface of the planet, by the Seperatist movement. No one exactly knew what the true objective of invading the Uba Planetary System and it's destruction of Uba III. There were only two civilized planets in the system which were Uba III, until it's destruction. Now the only one that remains is Uba IV, and that's where Grievous planned to invade next...
Invisible Hand
Bridge
Grievous stood towering over his Battle Droids who controlled the vital systems of his warship. Staring out of the large front window of the ship, Uba III laid with smoke rising that was visible from his position. The door of the bridge slid open as the Neimoidian Nute Gunray stepped through followed by two Super Battle Droids.
"General Grievous I can only say it was a wonderful job for the destruction of Uba III." Nute Gunray praised the Droid General, before continuing."Though it came at a hefty price. We only have nearly a dozen Battle Droid battalions left inactive for the invasion of Uba IV." Informed Gunray as his red Neimoidian eyes beared fear as he was in the most notorious jedi hunter's Presence.
"I find this untrue Gunray, there were many of my soldiers left on the planet." Grievous said disgustingly.
Gunray was already a step ahead of the general. "Yes there is dozens of Battle Droids on the planet, but with the Droid Control Ship destroyed they remain useless."
"Bah! Then seek reinforcements from your allied forces. How are we suppose to enlist these faceless warriors for our war against the Republic!?" Questioned Grievous angerly questioned.
Gunray took a deep swallow as he knew Grievous would cause a major outrage of what he was about to say."The problem of the reinforcing our battalions is that we are too far out for droid aid."
Grievous didn't even blink as he stood his tallest with his multi arms flared as if he was ready to rip Gunray limb from limb. "THEN HOW ARE WE GOING TO TAKE THE UBA SYSTEM!?"
Gunray looked at Grievous with fear that was inspired in dozens of allies and enemies through the campaign of this war.
"The Trandoshans shall aid us."
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Not much of a long chapter, but it's quality over quantity in this part. :D I finally got around to getting involved back in the story, though it has been a little rough with the enthusiasm and feeling as if this trilogy set will never get attention..
About time too :lol:. Anyway good Chapter and I'm looking foward to more. At first I thought this wasn't going to get updated.
About time too :lol:. Anyway good Chapter and I'm looking foward to more. At first I thought this wasn't going to get updated.
Yes my mind had plenty of controversy..I am more worried about getting a lot of exposure for what I write. In example being on a few people's award list, maybe winning an award, and most of all to get reviewed by Mach :D
If you'd like a review by machievelli, check out this sticky. (
http://www.lucasforums.com/showthread.php?t=164811) :) --Jae
So I left this inactive and not updated for a very long time..I plan to atleast do chapter's 6 through 10 today...Let's do this...
Uba IV
Sector 16
Sciamanos Alcazar
Lord Sciamanos entered the courtyard through the gates which laid open for his passage and his men's as well. The crowd grew hush as the women and children were requested to remove themselves of Sciamanos' presence. The bystanders were soon replaced by dozens of high ranking officials and soldiers who were without their mask, but they still wore a mask on their face as this mask was of rage. Sciamanos' rival stepped forward to confront him.
"What you have done is madness as you destroyed one of the most sacred positions on this wretched planet. What say you?" Calintz quiried as the other Ubese gathered around.
"My excuse is of my own, the spaceport was too much of an hassle to defend like we did as we lost it every single time we took control of it." Explained Sciamanos, but in his gut was the feeling of an unwanted destiny.
"Let the trial you shall face determine your fate and destiny as I shall be the executioner, if it comes down to such punishment."
Meanwhile, as Sciamanos and everyone who was to assist in their warlord's trial left the courtyard, dozen's of Ubese began the fortifying of defensive measures as they already knew what the punishment and verdict was to be.
House of The Three Elite
Sciamanos remained unscathed by what was going on around him as he was also clueless of such things that his own men were going behind his back setting up defensive fortifications. There The Three Elite sat infront of him in high chairs as they're piercing eyes seemed to destroy what dignity Sciamanos had left. One rose to speak..
"Sciamanos although you are our lord, but still your just the pawn of our wishes and our choices. We never requested for you to destroy the spaceport only to retain it in battle. So therefore with your treasonous act we shall sentence you of the death pen..."
"Not so fast." Interrupted a voice in the corner of the realm as a tall vizier left the shadows of the corner.
"Let Sciamanos redeem himself by doing the hardest of task, which we all know what that is." Begged the vizier whom seemed intent on keeping Sciamanos as the warlord. Sciamanos' eyes widened as the roar of a rancor fell into his ears as it was just his own imagination.
The Elite looked in disbeleif as no one has ever been able to do such an act, but then the leader of the tree rose. "Very well, Sciamanos you must travel to Constantine and find the Temple of The Blood God, there once you find the temple you must return with God's Punishment."
Later, Sciamanos after leaving the presence of the elite he stared across the vast plains that laid before his great alcazar, though he didn't know he was also staring into the face of the enemy clan Kassaji whom begain the deployment of their seige...
Sciamanos and the vizier now known as 'Nobody,' walked to the creature pens in the underground levels of the alcazar. Sciamanos was in too much of a rush to even talk to Nobody as he was on Sciamanos' heels as if the warlord was going to leave him stranded. As they turned the final turn the sounds of creatures grew deafening as howls came from the Anooba and various other creatures. Stopping at the pen of a beast, Nobody finally spoke to the warlord.
"What lies beyond this door is a beast whom may be unfamiliar to you and it's own kind as it has ravaged this planet by itself for numerous days until thirteen of your men subdued it."
The door slowly opened as the kinks and cranks were heard heavily throughout the pens, though it never was close of a deafening sound.
"I give you the Black Bha'lir."
As if that was the beast's cue, the Black Bha'lir stepped out from the shadows to visibility of the Warlord whom may of already seen it due to his night vision function in the mask that hides his face. Stepping out torwards the beast Sciamanos remained calm as the Bha'lir's paws were bloody from what carnaged it caused. Suddenly Sciamanos ended up on his back with a grunt as the Bha'lir had sprung out. It's front two paws hitting Sciamanos in the chest making the sounds of an explosion. Sciamanos was not to be rediculed as he got up after the Bha'lir backed off of him and into the corner of it's pen.
"You will obey me."
After rising he stepped torwards the Bha'lir who warned Sciamanos not to come nearer, but Sciamanos didn't even bother with listening as he was only intent on taming the beast whom already floored him. The Bha'lir lunged out again, but Sciamanos was ready for it this time as he caught the beast right on it's jaw with an amazing uppercut that dropped the jaw of Nobody. The beast fell back off of it's hind legs and attempted to get up, but Sciamanos kept it in place by placing his foot right on the Bha'lir's chest.
"You will obey me or I shall use your fur as a robe."
The Black Bha'lir was allowed back up by Sciamanos removing his foot from the beast's chest. With a pause or two the Bha'lir lowwered it's head in respect and obedience for it's new master.
The taming of the Black Bha'lir came swifter than others as the previous attempts were tragically ripped to peices. Now Sciamanos on the Bha'lir's back rode out in the night to face his destiny.
Nobody and Calintz watched the warlord as far as they're eyes would allow them as he and his steed disappeared in the night. Calintz' smirked grimly as Nobody remained silent.
"I thank you for sending the warlord to his death so now I can claim the throne of Sciamanos Clan." Calintz boasted.
"In the event of his return then may he challenge what you have said." Nobody stated not even regretting the possibility of being responsible for Sciamanos' fate.
Yet as Clan Kassaji grew closer another powerful general made his move as well..
The only thing that seperates this fanfic from being better than other's is motivation..
Saying this in only the most well-meaning way and not trying to be mean at all...Well, then quit griping and _write_. :) You can't expect people to stay excited if you only post a chapter every 2 months, and it's sure not fair to berate them for not commenting.
BTW--the '06 nominations for the awards (not Pottsie's) were for finished fics only. Finish this one up good and strong, and it will be eligible for the '07 awards because you have an interesting story going. :)
Very well, I'm more interested in getting criticized and disected ecspecially by mach, but maybe that'll come soon. Thanks for the advice :)
Good chapter, RaV. Are you going to write more?
The dozens of warriors lead by Kassaji treked through the tall grass and enormous trees as they were followed by combat vehicles as large as a Tatooine sand crawler, which utterly destroyed nearly every single thing that was unlucky to be caught under the massive machines of war. Kassaji still remained hesitant of his choice that declared for a final siege against the great alcazar of Sciamanos, but he felt that this was his only choice to finally vanquish his enemy and claim the wartorn planet to bring it back to prosperity. Thoughts ran through his mind like water running over rocks, everything just collided within him as the exile of his greatest champion Durandal. This thought was immediately replaced with the thoughts of having to walk through the passage way where some parts were so narrow that warriors had to walk single file just to squeeze through. A perfect trap it seemed. The war machines under his command would either have to find a way around or cause damage to themselves by trying to travel through the rough and jagged terrain.
Kassaji left his fortress nearly unguarded as only a dozen battalions were stationed there, and there was a reason they weren't accompanying Clan Kassaji. The worst of the military defended the most sacred thing to Kassaji other than Uba IV. sickening him deeply as his thoughts were suddenly stopped as a warrior came up beside him.
"M'lord, by the pace of our progression we shall be there in a few days as we have just passed The Holy One. The troops aren't even bothering with the thoughts of tire, but they do hunger." Explained the warrior as his face like everyone elses was hidden by the customized mask he wore.
"My warrior what do my troops hunger for?"Questioned Kassaji as he climbed up the steep hill that made it's self an obstacle for his campaign against Sciamanos.
"Your troops hunger for the blood of Sciamanos, they wish for the death and razing of his alcazar. I am the same as them I want his head on a platter by the end of the siege!" Exclaimed the estatic warrior as he pumped out his chest.
"Why, the blood of Sciamanos is up to you for the taking. I just wish for this war to be finally over and for us to heal our planet. Now just don't fail me like how Durandal did. Now tell the troops we are going to have a five minute break from our trek. " Commanded Kassaji who seemed to grow fierce over this whole conversation
"Yes m'lord."
Warrior's were actually releived to have a break possibly because they were hoping it would postpone their fate or because they just wanted to play pazaak. Many warriors followed the latter as they began competing with eachother in pazaak.
Two other warriors had something else on their mind...
The two of Clan Kassaji escaped from everyone elses presence by going through the brush that lead themselves further away from others until they couldn't even hear their mates. Sitting down next to a very dirty pond, one pulled out a syringe. Inside of the syringe was a drug labeled 'Red Eye' as it was more of a performance enhancer though it was very fatal for anyone around as the user would most likely become uncontrollable and just cause madness where ever they were. One was about to inject himself full of Red Eye, but suddenly a Black Bha'lir came out from the tall grass on the other side of the pond.
"What do we have here? The very same Bha'lir that tore one of our comrades to peices earlier in the week." One of the warrior's said as the two moved around the pond torwards the Bha'lir.
Now standing directly infront of it the Bha'lir begun a low growl as the two moved in closer. Sciamanos rose out of the pond behind the two warriors with a scimitar in hand. Sciamanos impaled one directly through the warrior's back and out the other side came the scimitar as the impaled let out a dying yelp as the scimitar was ripped upwards splitting the warrior's upperbody into two. The body folding seperate ways as it fell caused the other warrior to panic, but he wasn't able to do anything as Sciamanos with a powerful swing of the scimitar beheaded the warrior. Letting it's head roll into the pond with the mask falling off as it rolled. Sciamanos nodded torwards his Bha'lir who played the perfect ploy in the trap Sciamanos had set up. Reaching his hand into the pond he pulled the severed head up by it's hair and looked at the facial expression of the dead warrior.
"Dead On Red." Escaped Sciamanos' mouth.
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I do beleive that answers your question Nihilus.
Wow! Another chapter! As good as always, and keep up Rav.
Thank you, I appreciate the appraisal.
Sitting on a log with his leg's crossed, Sciamanos stared down at the split body of the doper he just previously slained being devoured by The Black Bha'lir after the body was pillaged of it's possessions. While not making much use of them he made great use of the decapitated soldier. Using the skull after skinning and cleaving the skull for a trophy added to his collection on the sash he wore. Barking a command to his Bha'lir to remain where it was as Sciamanos turned to face the area where the warriors had came from. The vision of his mask was changed to a much more advance setting allowing him to see the foot prints of the trek the two slain made. Sciamanos followed the footsteps backwards cautiously in case someone else came from the opposite direction. Now as he heard voices coming the other way he activiated his camouflage built into his armor.
"Where did those two idiots go to now?" In a rough tone yet maximized by the microphone built into the mask of the warrior on the opposite end of the trail.
"Whenever I see them i'm going to bust their skulls." Another said as he moved swiftly shoulder to shoulder with the other.
"Then that defeats the purpose."
Sciamanos stepped to the farthest side of the trail hoping not to be walked into, but he wouldn't be able to eliminate these two either as it would really raise questions if there was more than just these four enemies roaming around. The two came closer and closer, Sciamanos held his breath as they came by. The warriors walked torwards the area of the pond, but suddenly decided to stop and go back up the trail torwards the rest of the army.
"If, the monster's didn't get to them then Kassaji will. We have to catch up with the other warriors if we want to particapate in the siege." The warrior paused staring directly at where Sciamanos' physically would be. Soon he picked up his pace again and Sciamanos took off the other way leaving the two behind him..
Much later after Sciamanos had grown distant from Kassaji and his soldiers, the two finally caught up to Kassaji.
"Sir, I beleive Sciamanos was in our area when they disappeared. We would have engaged him in battle, but we may of served the same fate as the other two." Informed the exhausted man.
"I trust you from the tone of your voice, plus you wouldn't lie to someone you have been under for nearly thirty years so I shall deploy Whitefire to the area and trace my rival."Said Kassaji, informing him..
A dozen soldiers ahead of the warrior had turned around in the announce of their unit which didn't even cause them to hesitate rushing torwards their leader who gave the coordinates of Sciamano's last whereabouts. Escaping from the rest of the soldiers and into the night they planned to tear Sciamanos limb from limb
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Game Over. So tell me what you think?
When are the next award selections?
Good Chapter, but unfortunately I can't say can't wait to see more.... as from the looks of it, that was the last chapter. Great Fic.... umm...... not really much to say about grammar or spelling.... but spelling isn't within my expertise....
The Awards will be later this year, starting in July. Hopefully, I'll be hosting it again. Oh and good Fic. Sorry I haven't read for a while.
Good Chapter, but unfortunately I can't say can't wait to see more.... as from the looks of it, that was the last chapter. Great Fic.... umm...... not really much to say about grammar or spelling.... but spelling isn't within my expertise....
I didn't mean it was game over, game over. For some reason it seemed like that as I have been caught up with school and other things and ideas. I hope to atleast have a few more chapters before an abrupt end as it's been somewhat of an annoyance to myself and possibly others from what I have been informed. Anyways thanks for the comment from you and Pottsie as long as someone reads it sure why not keep doing it??
Well, ive just read through it all, and i really enjoyed it.
I do hope you write more, because this is an interesting story, and i would like to see what becomes of it, and of the characters involved.
Trust me I want this story to be done as quick as anyone else wants it, but for now it's just a mental thing. I would dwell upon what I mean but somehow, someone will get affended like always
So I'm back again with a snow day where I reside so let's see how far I slide into a literature mood?
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Greivous remained hardly viligant while standing in the hangar of The Invisible Hand, surrounded by dozens of his bodyguards waiting for the arrival of Belsix. Belsix, the cheiftain of the Trandoshan tribes they had hired to help contain the Ubese. Even the greatest of generals had to accompany themselves with allies, but Greivous might as well be the most stubborn of them all. Cradling the head of the Ubese whom spat in his face, Greivous stared into the open space as it was soon consumed by many ships of size, ranging from personal transit ships to larger ones the sizes of cruisers. The cruisers would wait beyond the hangar while these ships were basically the barracks of thousands of Trandoshans.
The smaller crafts did not wait beyond the hangar making themselves they're own entrance, each roaring into the hangar. Every Seperatist unit was feeling the tension while the body guards of the droid general remained at ease, actually having some humane feelings of the Trandoshans were no match for them even with the massive reinforcements the lizards have. As if it was choreographed, the Trandoshans stepped out of their crafts inside the steel hangar, which made it have an off set look in contrast of color with the brightness of skin as well as the dullness of the hangar. Now Belsix the last of the Trandoshans to leave his personal craft into the hangar. Making it obvious of who he was with so many trophies on his armor as well as his bulking size compared to his comrades, they nearly looked like mutated garden gnomes.
Belsix lead his Trandoshans torwards Grievous whom was surrounded by dozens and dozens of droids, while Belsix was clear in the open, grinning at the sight he is witnessing. Gunray stepped torwards Belsix from the side of the hangar as he was watching the whole situation play out and felt as if these two great combatants forgot what the mission was already.
"Belsix may it be my greatest of gratitude to welcome you," Gunray bellowed at the fear of the Trandoshans whom looked menacing compared to the cliche of droids behind him.
Belsix nodded torwards Badoui beside him whom was wearing a luxurious fur coat of a Wookiee, the smear of blood apparent on the lizard's face. This Trandoshan stepped forward standing over Gunray with brute size and snarling repitillian nostrils.
"The great cheiftain Belsix is only here for the treasures and spoils of this conquest. Belsix doesn't care of what happens to any of the Ubese nor does he care what happens to you, Gunray or Grievous." Hissed Badoui tensely feeling as if what he had informed may spark an confrontation. Oddly enough Belsix and Grievous just stared eachother down, sizing one another up. Belsix felt more of the better warrior between the two as he hasn't bothered himself of dousing his allies around him.
Grievous feeling the unsaid claims by Belsix he pushed forward through the circle he was once entrenched in. Now Grievous directly infront of Belsix actually noticed how nimble he was to the centuries of fierce battles this lizard has pushed through. The droid general wouldn't expose this to Belsix nor would he to anyone else,
"Then that makes two of us."
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Sure it's a small chapter, but it's a start right?