The Clone Wars rages from planet to planet across the Galaxy. Brave men and women on both sides fight with no pause. Heroes are born while legends die. Elated at the recent string of victories and seeming retreat of the Separatists, the Galactic Republic Fleet moves in pursuit of General Grievous and his Droid Army. By order of Supreme Chancellor Palpatine the Jedi Generals are dispatched to contain these far off worlds. The Separatists dig in on these worlds and what would be called the Outer Rim Sieges begins. Spreading the Republic Fleet thin, support for the Jedi would be small and delayed...
((A Narmu reboot as a Jedi after the NGU in SWG took place.))
Part I
Narmu El’qui, Jedi Master and General of the 15th Tactical Republic Fleet pursues a Separatist squadron fleeing from Commenor. His Venator-Class Destroyer Frontier already battle worn from Commenor continued to fire the few remaining turbolasers it had left at the enemy flagship. A Munificent Class frigate protecting the sparse half dozen Lucrehulk Destroyers and single Recusant ship. The Republic Fleet, merely a shadow of its former self consisted of the Frontier, a pair of sister Venators and three Acclamator cruisers. All of which were trying to flank the Separatist retreat.
The bridge shuddered as a flight of Vulture droids flew past the tower, destroying the long range communications systems. Narmu stood firm in place watching the battle from the forward viewport. His Padawan, however, didn’t fair as well. The Zabrak female named Sinagh had nearly fallen over if it wasn’t for Clone Commander Roy support. Briefly glancing back, the Twi’lek shook his head. “That didn’t sound good…damage report.” He asked, carrying his voice over the alarms and tactical reports being shouted out. “Not good sir…we’ve lost communications…we have multiple hull breaches on levels 3-18…and our shield generators are nearly at the redline.” Clone Captain Lev reported in a calm voice. “Launch attack fighters…prepare to close in on the enemy flagship…have Alpha Squadron stay back and form a screen around us.” Narmu ordered looking to Sinagh with a smirk. “Commander Roy, have your men standing by…we may need to board her.” He finished. Roy nodded and began speaking into his commlink. Turning back towards the viewport he had to shield his eyes as multiple explosions rocked the curve of the planet Almar. The Frontier shook again as the blast waves of the 15th’s fleet hit. “What the hell happened?” Narmu shouted, this time with more worry etched on his face then before.
“We’ve detected massive explosions from the enemy fleet…reports coming in…” Lev began. “Master! Look!” Sinagh interrupted pointing out to the battle. The three Acclamators had split in two and were beginning to break apart as the pieces hit Almar’s atmosphere. One of the Venators, the Twin Suns also looked to have sustained similar damages but instead of breaking it was spinning wildly in its descent to the planet. “General…we’ve got multiple targets jumping out of hyperspace…vectoring right for us!” Lev cried. Narmu squinted out the viewport, stretching his senses with the Force. Closing his eyes for a moment he touched the objects angling towards his ship. “All hands…abandon ship!” he ordered already making his way towards the helm station. “Signal the Miranda to retreat back to Commenor. The rest of you get the hell out of here!” “Master?” Sinagh began as the first of the objects struck the Frontier. “Derillium mines…the Separatists probably had them launched to cover their retreat from here.” Narmu explained pointing out to the enemy fleet that had already begun to make their jumps. The bridge crew was clear except for Captain Lev and Commander Roy. “Roy…man this station…increase speed…and prepare to ram the Separatist flagship.” The Clone jumped into the helm and the ship soon shook as another mine hit.” “We wont last very long Master.” Sinagh observed as the shields collapsed completely. “All fighters accounted for and aboard the Miranda, she is calculating now to jump back to Commenor.” Lev reported from the tactical station. “Sinagh…go to the dropships. Muster what troops remain, we’ll need to establish some kind of cover on the planet’s surface before help arrives.” Narmu commanded, adjusting his chestplate a bit and lifting the hood of his cloak over his head. “Yes Master…” she complied running off as two more mines hit. “Turbolasers 6-15 are gone…we’re shooting pellets at them sir.” Lev reported. “Divert power to the tractor beam…we only need to keep them from escaping…Roy…how is our speed?” Narmu asked placing his hands over his belt. “We’re starting to gain sir…” “Alright gentlemen…we better head down to the launch bay…Commander lock the ship’s guidance systems.”
From afar the two ships slowly began their plunge into Almar…two giants locked in mortal combat. The Quarren admiral looked on in horror at his tactical display. “The Jedi is insane! He’ll kill us all!” he cried to the dispassionate droid next to him. “Roger Roger.” Was the reply he got. “Prepare my ship and escort…if he wants to fight on the ground, a fight he will have!” he proclaimed exiting the bridge with a grunt. “Jedi scum…you will learn the error in humiliating me with you life!”
Part II
Narmu’s gunship buckled as the shockwave of the explosion of his Destroyer hit. The Clones aboard held tight to their restraints. Looking through the small viewport he saw as his Venator plowed through the enemy frigate. While still on her for a relative short time, Narmu was very sad to see it destroyed. The new class vessel of the Republic fleet was to be the backbone of the Navy. Now as Vulture droids and escape pods jettisoned from the Separatist frigate he focused on the task at hand. “Pilot! Get ready for company, have the ARC’s cover our landing…Commander Roy…patch me through to Sinagh’s ship.” He ordered. Blaster bolts started bouncing off the ship’s shields and the lights aboard the dropship dimmed and faded. “Yes Master?” he heard through a squabbled static. “Plot our trajectory…we’re going to head for the jungle region near the equator…” Narmu started as the ship bounced hard from another explosion. “General El’qui, the Separatists have deployed buzz droids.” The ship’s pilot said. “Evasive maneuvers…get us down pilot!” he replied. “Sinagh…stretch out with your feelings…do what you can to push the buzz droids away.” Yes Master…” came a weak reply.
Outside the squadron of ARC-170 was doing well against the Vulture Droids, however, the deadly buzz droids were quickly turning the tide in favor of the Separatists. The comm chatter was filling with orders to cover the dropships, but those soon fell silent as the sinister droids completed their tasks. Narmu sat against a crash chair, his eyes closed as he extended his senses through the Force. He felt the lights of life that represented the fighter pilots blink out as their ARC’s were torn to shreds by the miniscule droids. Concentrating he turned his attention solely on the cold emptiness that were the droids. The dropship continued to shake and twist as the clone pilot did his best to avoid the still attacking Vultures. Small explosions erupted from the port gunner, Narmu winced slightly as he felt the clone inside the bubble wink out. “General…we’re committed…entering the atmosphere.” He heard Roy report. Nodding he reached out to the Force and felt the pursuing buzz droids approach. He smirked as he grabbed them, one by one, drawing them closer to his ship. All he had to do was hold them for a few moments, the off vector approach, and gravity would take care of the rest. The small droids didn’t take long to begin to break apart as the heat of entering Almar’s atmosphere destroyed them.
Opening his eyes he stood up and tapped his wrist commlink. “Sinagh report…” There was silence for a moment and Narmu reached out again to feel for his Padawan. Right away he felt her fear and ordered the pilot to open the blast shields. He saw her dropship engulfed in flames. The evidence of massive buzz droid damage all over it. She hadn’t succeeded in drawing them off as he had. “Master…” came a static filled voice over his commlink. “Sinagh…report.” He replied, sending through the Force as much calm as he could to her. “…buzz…lost pilot…maintain control…head hurts…don’t…could hold…” the line was lost as another explosion sent her ship into an arc away from Narmu’s. “Sinagh…stay focused…we’ll find you!” was all he could reply. A steady hand landed on his shoulder, turning he nodded seeing it was Roy. “She’s tough and smart General, they’ll make it.” The clone commander stated with absolute certainty. The blast shields closed again as the ship’s decent burned through the atmosphere. “Standby rock jumpers, we’ll be coming in hot and with stragglers coming in close behind.” The pilot announced. The lights inside went from yellow to red. “Commander, get your men ready.” Narmu said as he walked towards the exit hatch. “Yes sir…alright men…saddle up! Take up cover as soon as we hit the dirt. Vultures are going to try and toast us.” The dozen troopers replied in unison by turning on their rifles. “SIR!”
Almar itself was unremarkable, standard by Republic measure. Sparsely populated and relatively insignificant strategically. A few farmers barely gave notice to the battle above and turned away once the streaks of the falling debris and survivors flew through the sky. A single ARC-170 flew cover close to Narmu’s dropship. The ship was battered and probably would be making it’s last landing ever. Three Vulture’s remained. “Commander Roy, have the rocket troopers pick their targets as soon as they find cover. I will draw their fire.” Narmu ordered as he felt the ship adjust for a hot landing. With a quake like tremor the ship brushed against the jungle ground and the lights inside the dropship turned green as they blast doors opened and Narmu ignited his azure blades. The twin lightsaber hummed to life with a snap hiss and the Jedi leaped off the ship, already batting away a pair of blaster bolts from the approaching Vulture’s. “Go! Go! Go!” The troopers behind him cried out. Blasters now spraying all over the landing zone. Trees and branches snapped in a super heated blast. Narmu turned skyward and briefly caught a glimpse of another Separatist landing ship coming in but was soon drawn towards two droid fighters lining up over him. They poured their fire on him as they twirled with great speed. Narmu’s blade worked like an orchestrated dance. The red bolts bouncing off the twin blades with ease, hitting harmlessly over the spreading clones. One of the fighters broke away, calling to its companion to do the same. The foolish droid insisted to its own folly. Narmu began to angle the bolts slowly towards it and in a few seconds succeeded in directing two shot back at the wings and the fighter exploding in a nova flash. “I’ll leave the other two for you Commander.” Narmu said as he casually deflected the sporadic bursts from the third fighter. “Already taken care of sir.” Roy replied signaling the rocket troopers who had taken cover behind a group of boulders. The two clones took aim and fired, sending a spiraling trail of smoke behind them the two rockets hit their marks and the droid fighters crashed with a rumble into the jungle.
Narmu spun his blades once before turning them off and replaced it back into it’s sheathe that hung over his back. “Good work Commander.” He said overlooking the area of the brief battle. A pair of clones laid motionless next to blast craters while another group started to take items from the dropship. Another trooper was performing first aid on the pilot. “Thank you General…we’re doing an inventory on our supplies now. Might be a while before reinforcements arrive.” Roy said sliding his rifle back over his shoulder and taking off his helmet. Narmu looked back at the clone and nodded. “We have to form a team to search for my Padawan…she is still present in the Force.” “I’ll lead the expedition myself sir.” Roy said with a salute. “Carry on Commander.” Narmu said as he began to walk off in the direction of the Separatist ship he had seen. “I have some work of my own to do….”
To be continued...
Part I
Narmu El’qui, Jedi Master and General of the 15th Tactical Republic Fleet pursues a Separatist squadron fleeing from Commenor. His Venator-Class Destroyer Frontier already battle worn from Commenor continued to fire the few remaining turbolasers it had left at the enemy flagship. A Munificent Class frigate protecting the sparse half dozen Lucrehulk Destroyers and single Recusant ship. The Republic Fleet, merely a shadow of its former self consisted of the Frontier, a pair of sister Venators and three Acclamator cruisers. All of which were trying to flank the Separatist retreat.
The bridge shuddered as a flight of Vulture droids flew past the tower, destroying the long range communications systems. Narmu stood firm in place watching the battle from the forward viewport. His Padawan, however, didn’t fair as well. The Zabrak female named Sinagh had nearly fallen over if it wasn’t for Clone Commander Roy support. Briefly glancing back, the Twi’lek shook his head. “That didn’t sound good…damage report.” He asked, carrying his voice over the alarms and tactical reports being shouted out. “Not good sir…we’ve lost communications…we have multiple hull breaches on levels 3-18…and our shield generators are nearly at the redline.” Clone Captain Lev reported in a calm voice. “Launch attack fighters…prepare to close in on the enemy flagship…have Alpha Squadron stay back and form a screen around us.” Narmu ordered looking to Sinagh with a smirk. “Commander Roy, have your men standing by…we may need to board her.” He finished. Roy nodded and began speaking into his commlink. Turning back towards the viewport he had to shield his eyes as multiple explosions rocked the curve of the planet Almar. The Frontier shook again as the blast waves of the 15th’s fleet hit. “What the hell happened?” Narmu shouted, this time with more worry etched on his face then before.
“We’ve detected massive explosions from the enemy fleet…reports coming in…” Lev began. “Master! Look!” Sinagh interrupted pointing out to the battle. The three Acclamators had split in two and were beginning to break apart as the pieces hit Almar’s atmosphere. One of the Venators, the Twin Suns also looked to have sustained similar damages but instead of breaking it was spinning wildly in its descent to the planet. “General…we’ve got multiple targets jumping out of hyperspace…vectoring right for us!” Lev cried. Narmu squinted out the viewport, stretching his senses with the Force. Closing his eyes for a moment he touched the objects angling towards his ship. “All hands…abandon ship!” he ordered already making his way towards the helm station. “Signal the Miranda to retreat back to Commenor. The rest of you get the hell out of here!” “Master?” Sinagh began as the first of the objects struck the Frontier. “Derillium mines…the Separatists probably had them launched to cover their retreat from here.” Narmu explained pointing out to the enemy fleet that had already begun to make their jumps. The bridge crew was clear except for Captain Lev and Commander Roy. “Roy…man this station…increase speed…and prepare to ram the Separatist flagship.” The Clone jumped into the helm and the ship soon shook as another mine hit.” “We wont last very long Master.” Sinagh observed as the shields collapsed completely. “All fighters accounted for and aboard the Miranda, she is calculating now to jump back to Commenor.” Lev reported from the tactical station. “Sinagh…go to the dropships. Muster what troops remain, we’ll need to establish some kind of cover on the planet’s surface before help arrives.” Narmu commanded, adjusting his chestplate a bit and lifting the hood of his cloak over his head. “Yes Master…” she complied running off as two more mines hit. “Turbolasers 6-15 are gone…we’re shooting pellets at them sir.” Lev reported. “Divert power to the tractor beam…we only need to keep them from escaping…Roy…how is our speed?” Narmu asked placing his hands over his belt. “We’re starting to gain sir…” “Alright gentlemen…we better head down to the launch bay…Commander lock the ship’s guidance systems.”
From afar the two ships slowly began their plunge into Almar…two giants locked in mortal combat. The Quarren admiral looked on in horror at his tactical display. “The Jedi is insane! He’ll kill us all!” he cried to the dispassionate droid next to him. “Roger Roger.” Was the reply he got. “Prepare my ship and escort…if he wants to fight on the ground, a fight he will have!” he proclaimed exiting the bridge with a grunt. “Jedi scum…you will learn the error in humiliating me with you life!”
Part II
Narmu’s gunship buckled as the shockwave of the explosion of his Destroyer hit. The Clones aboard held tight to their restraints. Looking through the small viewport he saw as his Venator plowed through the enemy frigate. While still on her for a relative short time, Narmu was very sad to see it destroyed. The new class vessel of the Republic fleet was to be the backbone of the Navy. Now as Vulture droids and escape pods jettisoned from the Separatist frigate he focused on the task at hand. “Pilot! Get ready for company, have the ARC’s cover our landing…Commander Roy…patch me through to Sinagh’s ship.” He ordered. Blaster bolts started bouncing off the ship’s shields and the lights aboard the dropship dimmed and faded. “Yes Master?” he heard through a squabbled static. “Plot our trajectory…we’re going to head for the jungle region near the equator…” Narmu started as the ship bounced hard from another explosion. “General El’qui, the Separatists have deployed buzz droids.” The ship’s pilot said. “Evasive maneuvers…get us down pilot!” he replied. “Sinagh…stretch out with your feelings…do what you can to push the buzz droids away.” Yes Master…” came a weak reply.
Outside the squadron of ARC-170 was doing well against the Vulture Droids, however, the deadly buzz droids were quickly turning the tide in favor of the Separatists. The comm chatter was filling with orders to cover the dropships, but those soon fell silent as the sinister droids completed their tasks. Narmu sat against a crash chair, his eyes closed as he extended his senses through the Force. He felt the lights of life that represented the fighter pilots blink out as their ARC’s were torn to shreds by the miniscule droids. Concentrating he turned his attention solely on the cold emptiness that were the droids. The dropship continued to shake and twist as the clone pilot did his best to avoid the still attacking Vultures. Small explosions erupted from the port gunner, Narmu winced slightly as he felt the clone inside the bubble wink out. “General…we’re committed…entering the atmosphere.” He heard Roy report. Nodding he reached out to the Force and felt the pursuing buzz droids approach. He smirked as he grabbed them, one by one, drawing them closer to his ship. All he had to do was hold them for a few moments, the off vector approach, and gravity would take care of the rest. The small droids didn’t take long to begin to break apart as the heat of entering Almar’s atmosphere destroyed them.
Opening his eyes he stood up and tapped his wrist commlink. “Sinagh report…” There was silence for a moment and Narmu reached out again to feel for his Padawan. Right away he felt her fear and ordered the pilot to open the blast shields. He saw her dropship engulfed in flames. The evidence of massive buzz droid damage all over it. She hadn’t succeeded in drawing them off as he had. “Master…” came a static filled voice over his commlink. “Sinagh…report.” He replied, sending through the Force as much calm as he could to her. “…buzz…lost pilot…maintain control…head hurts…don’t…could hold…” the line was lost as another explosion sent her ship into an arc away from Narmu’s. “Sinagh…stay focused…we’ll find you!” was all he could reply. A steady hand landed on his shoulder, turning he nodded seeing it was Roy. “She’s tough and smart General, they’ll make it.” The clone commander stated with absolute certainty. The blast shields closed again as the ship’s decent burned through the atmosphere. “Standby rock jumpers, we’ll be coming in hot and with stragglers coming in close behind.” The pilot announced. The lights inside went from yellow to red. “Commander, get your men ready.” Narmu said as he walked towards the exit hatch. “Yes sir…alright men…saddle up! Take up cover as soon as we hit the dirt. Vultures are going to try and toast us.” The dozen troopers replied in unison by turning on their rifles. “SIR!”
Almar itself was unremarkable, standard by Republic measure. Sparsely populated and relatively insignificant strategically. A few farmers barely gave notice to the battle above and turned away once the streaks of the falling debris and survivors flew through the sky. A single ARC-170 flew cover close to Narmu’s dropship. The ship was battered and probably would be making it’s last landing ever. Three Vulture’s remained. “Commander Roy, have the rocket troopers pick their targets as soon as they find cover. I will draw their fire.” Narmu ordered as he felt the ship adjust for a hot landing. With a quake like tremor the ship brushed against the jungle ground and the lights inside the dropship turned green as they blast doors opened and Narmu ignited his azure blades. The twin lightsaber hummed to life with a snap hiss and the Jedi leaped off the ship, already batting away a pair of blaster bolts from the approaching Vulture’s. “Go! Go! Go!” The troopers behind him cried out. Blasters now spraying all over the landing zone. Trees and branches snapped in a super heated blast. Narmu turned skyward and briefly caught a glimpse of another Separatist landing ship coming in but was soon drawn towards two droid fighters lining up over him. They poured their fire on him as they twirled with great speed. Narmu’s blade worked like an orchestrated dance. The red bolts bouncing off the twin blades with ease, hitting harmlessly over the spreading clones. One of the fighters broke away, calling to its companion to do the same. The foolish droid insisted to its own folly. Narmu began to angle the bolts slowly towards it and in a few seconds succeeded in directing two shot back at the wings and the fighter exploding in a nova flash. “I’ll leave the other two for you Commander.” Narmu said as he casually deflected the sporadic bursts from the third fighter. “Already taken care of sir.” Roy replied signaling the rocket troopers who had taken cover behind a group of boulders. The two clones took aim and fired, sending a spiraling trail of smoke behind them the two rockets hit their marks and the droid fighters crashed with a rumble into the jungle.
Narmu spun his blades once before turning them off and replaced it back into it’s sheathe that hung over his back. “Good work Commander.” He said overlooking the area of the brief battle. A pair of clones laid motionless next to blast craters while another group started to take items from the dropship. Another trooper was performing first aid on the pilot. “Thank you General…we’re doing an inventory on our supplies now. Might be a while before reinforcements arrive.” Roy said sliding his rifle back over his shoulder and taking off his helmet. Narmu looked back at the clone and nodded. “We have to form a team to search for my Padawan…she is still present in the Force.” “I’ll lead the expedition myself sir.” Roy said with a salute. “Carry on Commander.” Narmu said as he began to walk off in the direction of the Separatist ship he had seen. “I have some work of my own to do….”
To be continued...