Competition: [RoS: Meridian Phase II] Fiction/Graphics - Fiction II

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[RoS: Meridian Phase II] Fiction/Graphics - Fiction II

This competition is in the Phase 2 Fiction/Graphics Bin. Participating in a competition in this bin for the first time awards 4 points from participation to your unit. [RoS: Meridian Phase II] Lay of the Land is also in this bin.

Participating in at least one competition in each Phase Phase II bin will earn a member 3 additional participation points. See the parent competition for detailed rules. Cumulatively, the placements in this competition are worth 30% of placement points in Phase II.

Sitrep

"They call it Meridian. A trading hub, star port and, most recently, a high security correctional facility owned by Capital Enterprises. Brotherhood agents have successfully recovered the captured Shadow Academy Society agent—Vance Kordall. The discovery of Meridian’s location, however, leaves multiple avenues of opportunity to hit the Collective for once on our terms. Regardless of what objective you choose to pursue, your actions on Meridian have the potential to make a difference in the ongoing conflict. Godspeed." — Ness’arin Ohnaka, Director of Inquisitorius Operations

Choose Your Adventure

Your entry has the chance to shape the direction of the Vendetta storyline. Your task is to choose 1 of 3 separate objectives to write about for your entry. The objective that garners the most entries will be used to steer the Vendetta storyline into a related course of events.

Objectives

Entries must use one of the following three prompts:


All Brotherhood agents should take note of the following data obtained from early reconnaissance from our slicers:

Reports indicate that Technocrat Soldier’s are present on the station as security. They are equipped with Z6 Riot Control Batons and are trained to defend against Force Users. Reports indicate that Sencara A’theri, a Capital Enterprises agent is present on the station.

Objective 1: Pursuit

With Vance Kordall rescued, Kendra Icasta and the Shikari Huntresses have fled to the sanctuary of Meridian, a Collective space station serving as a base of operations. The stations defenses are well prepared for defense from intruders, but the opportunity to turn the hunters into the hunted

Your objective is to get past Meridian’s defenses and to find and either incapacitate or eliminate the Shikari Huntresses and their leader, Kendra Icasta. Kendra Icasta is wanted alive by the Inquisitorius, by specific request of the Voice of the Brotherhood.


Objective 2: Neutralize

Intel from the Advanced Inquisitorius Network (AIN) indicates that Meridian is a major asset to Capital Enterprises, which serves as the financial backbone of the Collective. Taking the stations critical systems offline is a surefire way of sending a crippling blow back into the spine of the Collective by removing a key aspect of their business operations.

Whether by spacecraft or ground insertion, your objective is to neutralize and disable one or more of of Meridian stations core critical systems: shields, life support, power reactor, fuel storage, or the security systems.


Objective 3: Raid

More than just a space station, Meridian presents a bounty of material assets that could be worth a pretty credit on the disparate galactic markets. The seizing of Capital Enterprises material assets has the potential to disrupt profit revenue and supply chains for the entire Collective. For those with...higher aspirations to assist the Brotherhood, the Regent himself has offered monetary rewards for supplies delivered to Arx Capital Exchange (ACE).

Your objective is to raid Meridian space station for valuable assets such as weapons, machinery, munitions, power cells, illicit goods, foodstuffs, fuel, and other rare mining materials.


Rules

In order to have your fiction count as a vote for your objective of choice, your entry must contain a [Objective X] tag in the submissions file name, or the document itself. Any entry that does not include an Objective tag will not count towards voting, but is still eligible for participation/placement.

Example: [Objective 1]BestFictionEver.pdf

  • Entries must be a minimum of 500 words. Any entries that are under 500 words will be marked as Disqualified.
  • There is no maximum word cap.
  • Your story should be centered on your Main or Alternative character. Slotted NPCs, Wikipedia NPCs, or other characters that you create or invent to tell your story are not only allowed, but encouraged. However, your narrative should focus around either your Main or Alternative character.
  • A snapshot of your Main or Alternative character loadout must be selected and submitted with your entry. Failure to attach a snapshot will prevent you from placing.

Grading

Grading will be done utilizing the Fiction Rubric.

Resources

Competition Information
Parent Competition
Rite of Supremacy: Meridian
Organized by
Master Marick Tyris, Master Dacien Victae
Running time
2018-10-27 until 2018-11-05 (10 days)
Target Unit
Entire DJB
Competition Type
Fiction
Awards
Novae and Clusters of Ice as per VOICE guidelines
Participants
48 subscribers, of which 31 have participated.
Results
1st place
Corsair Qyreia Arronen
Member
Corsair Qyreia Arronen
File submission
RoS-M_Phase_2_Fiction__Objective_1_.pdf
Placement
1st place
2nd place
Battlemaster Kul'tak Drol
Member
Battlemaster Kul'tak Drol
Textual submission

Kul'tak Drol #13819

Objective 2: Neutralize

**Meridian Station Space**
**A Drop Pod Floating Through That Space**

Two crimson eyes watched the crystalline pattern as it etched its way across the breathing apparatus’ plexiglass frame. Taking another draught of cool air, the Zabrak let his breath once again coat the glass, letting it film and blur his vision. The distraction was necessary as the tight quarters of his drop pod began to close in around him. The walls were a constant sight at the edge of his vision and his arms had barely enough room to grasp the small controls needed to steer the vessel. The pod drifted silently towards its destination:the Collective’s station in this part of space designated *Meridian.* And possibly the goal of the Brotherhood’s entire campaign. Somewhere in that floating fortress was information pertaining to the location of an artifact determined to be highly important by the Dark Council, or maybe even the item itself. Either way, Kul had been given his part to play in the machinations of the Inquisitorius. Infiltrate the station and neutralize their shield generators. A smile inched its way up his cheek at the thought. The Inquisitorius was normally strict in how its members were to complete missions in order to lessen the risk, but they’d given him free reign. Well, almost.

“Drol.”

The Zabrak rolled his eyes as his commlink automatically accepted the encrypted channel.

“For all the secrecy the Inquisitorius brags about, you sure do like to drop names. *Agent.*”

“Hmph. As your handler, I must ensure that you understand the implications of your task. You must not fail. The Brotherhood depends upon those shields dropping, otherwise all these lives around you are forfeit.”

As if in reminder the pod shook as a nearby explosion rocked the space around him. He could only see a limited view of what was in front of him--a few fighters chasing each other in varying circles instead of clashing in real combat. The thought that he might die from a misplaced laser barrage sickened him, but he trusted the Force to guide him to his prey. For why would it have spared him back then just to throw him away now?

“Well it’s a good thing they chose me, then. I plan to exact a high price for the Collective’s choice to face the Brotherhood through such cowardly means. They will find I do not share their fear of open battle.”

“Just remember that the generators are your priority, Inquisitor. While your methods are of no concern, do not let your passion blind you.”

Kul pulled his arm up stiffly as he reached for the commlink.

“I’ll take out the generators, don’t you worry. You focus on telling HQ not to blow the thing while I’m still on it. See you at the medal ceremony.”

“Well aren’t you just as arrog--”

*Click*

Kul lowered his left hand and retook the controls. It was about time. The *Meridian* certainly looked large enough in the images he’d seen during briefing, but up close its gargantuan size dwarfed what he’d imagined. For one of the few times in his life, Kul felt small. He suddenly remembered the compartment he was in and took a deep breath. Tilting his left hand he pushed the thrusters forward and activated their boosters. The pod began to pick up speed, its momentum unsolicited by nausea-inducing atmosphere. He had to time this part just right or the whole mission would end before it officially began. He held off giving the engine full power, his eyes tracking the various flight decks. He counted in his head while another wave of Collective fighters disembarked and soared into the aerial melee engulfing the sector. The station was getting larger. His gaze flicked left to right, watching. The station took up his entire viewport now. The numbers added, the math checked, Kul released the breath he’d unknowingly been holding. He drove the thruster mechanism home and the pod burst forward. As it did the station’s shield in front of him swept back as a wave of fighters sought to emerge. Reaching with his right hand Kul nearly ripped the pod’s locking mechanism out as he jerked it with all his strength. As the pod raced by the now scrambling fighters the eject system triggered and Kul was launched through the open hangar bay door. The pod itself struck the hangar floor. Fire erupted from the crash site, driving soldiers and deck hands to the floor for cover.

While the distraction bought him time, Kul sent a pulse of Force energy through his legs. Amplified, he braced them as his free fall brought him down on top of a T-70 X-Wing that had been taking off. He landed solidly on the rear, the impact tilting the vessel and sending it spiraling into the roof as he slipped off and fell to the floor below. His suffused legs took the brunt of the landing, but he slammed a hand downward with a telekinetic blast to offset some of the momentum as well. One of the rising Collective deck hands witnessed it and pointed.

“Oh he did it! He did a superhero lan--”

The surprise was etched on the man’s face as it rolled around the floor, the neck seared and still hissing. With his main saber unleashed, Kul released the energy in his legs and reached his left hand to draw his parrying shoto. His face grew still, but his eyes were hungry. A couple of troopers began to approach armed with Z6 riot batons twirling. Kul raised a saber to them.

“I wish for the best you have. I warn you, should you not be confident in your ability, leave now. Or you will die today.”

The troopers looked at each other. Whether by choice or a testament of their Collective influence the two kept coming. Kul lowered his stance, straight saber poised across at shoulder height, shoto waiting patiently at his rear.

“Come then, and let me show you the way of Jar’Kai.”

The troopers took their ground and circled the Zabrak so that one was at each pole. The Zabrak waited patiently while the one to his rear took a step forward and brought his baton over head. The charged prongs on the front gave Kul plenty of warning as he twisted his ankles and spun. His straight saber swept the baton to the side, but instead of reaching in with his shoto Kul reversed his straight saber and drove it behind him. The second trooper had approached from behind, but sidestepped to avoid the humming blade by inches. Having recovered, the first trooper pulled the baton’s handle inward to his chest and thrust out with the prongs aimed for a Kul’s chest. The second trooper sought to synchronize with his brethren and swung his baton from the side to counter a backwards dodge. Kul spun again, this time using his shoto to catch and deflect the first baton while slapping aside the second. From the corner of his eyes Kul noticed a few troopers rushing out from a side entrance. These carried blasters and would make things interesting, but somewhat tedious.

*Guess I’ll have to play later.*

As the first trooper spun the baton to return a swing, Kul rushed in before the weapon could finish its revolution. Holding his shoto in a downward stabbing position, he swept it outward to drive the baton wide and drove his straight saber through the trooper. The soldier collapsed, but his partner was in a good position to take retribution. The baton was already falling. With a sparking crash the prongs fell upon Kul’s extended right arm, driving his elbow in and forcing him to relinquish his grip on his saber. With a newfound confidence the trooper stepped in to deliver the final blow and render this invader unconscious. To his dismay, the Zabrak appeared to shrug off the charged strike, his turning face darkened with rage. With a roar Kul drove a fist into the man’s chest that threw him onto his back. A snarl and a leap brought Kul down on him. The shoto remained unused while Kul pummeled the trooper’s helmet with his gauntleted hand and the hilt of his saber. The body twitched but the trooper did not rise as the Zabrak’s growing hunger for violence turned his gaze onto the newest arrivals. He barely remembered to grab his other saber before he moved. His vision a red blur, Kul felt only hate as his instincts zeroed in on the sounds of armor moving. One by one he tore through the masses of armor as flashes of bright red zoomed by him. He felt the thudding blows of a weapon and tore the limb that bore it from its host. He willingly slipped into the depths of his hatred, not caring to control it all. There was a freedom he found amidst the Dark side that was only second to his time with his love, Tahiri. He embraced its leading hand and it carried him wading through flesh and armor amidst a blur until he found himself attempting to hammer down a blast door with his fist. It was only then that he realized he had traveled outside of the hangar and had made his way to what appeared to be a mechanical room.

Kul reigned in the Force, though it was never a fast process. His view was still groggy and his breathing shook with every tug of his lungs. The ichor sticking to his cloak and armor had yet to dry, and red goo streaked across the wall as he held it for support. He reached down with his free left hand to grab his straight saber which he’d apparently dropped to more easily smack the door. He ignited its blade and drove it into the door’s control panel, leaning more on the hilt than he meant to. The mechanism accepted the override and the door lock released with a pressurized rush of air. Kul blinked and took in the room, coherent enough to recognize the machinery. He had managed to end up in the housing for the shield’s generator. He laughed inwardly, which still hurt somehow.

*I should’ve played the galactic lottery today. Maybe when I get back. Could use the credits to buy Tahiri and Reeka a nice new dress or something.*

Kul stumbled onto the suspended walkway that stretched over the actual generator. A technician who was checking over the input and output ratios realized he was not alone and stared gaping at the Zabrak. He rushed to pull out a commlink in his pocket, but it slipped from his fingers in his hurry. They both watched the device fall a hundred meters to the power source below where it vanished with a small poof amidst the raw electrical output. The technician shrugged.

“Look, I’m just the IT guy. I don’t get paid enough to put up with whatever you are.”

Kul squinted at the man before jerking his head towards the door on the opposite side. With his rage coming down he was starting to fully experience the wounds he’d gathered on his way here. At least two of them felt like blaster burns. His interest in fighting a civilian was low to begin with anyway. As the man left rather speedily, Kul reached into his cloak and pulled out a thermal imploder. He approached the main console the tech had been working at and unraveled a thread of wire from the grenade. He used it to fasten the imploder to the console. He had rigged the grenade to explode on a timer prior to his arrival, and he punched in the code required to initialize its sequence. In five standard minutes, the shields would be no more.

*You’re gonna owe me a drink, Agent Handler. Or three.*

“So. There really is a rat on my station.”

From the entrance the technician had fled through stood an Umbaran female, vibrant violet eyes taking in the Zabrak and his blood-covered attire. She stood with an X-8 blaster pistol trained on him. She twitched it sideways.

“Step away from the console, Brotherhood scum.”

Kul shuffled two steps to his right, arms raised, his saber hilt resting in his hand. His left shoulder cried out in pain, but he managed to keep a grasp on his saber. The Umbaran’s gaze flicked to the console.

“Is that a bomb? Shut it down. Now.”

Kul let his arrogant sneer appear freely.

“It’s a little late for that. If I’m right, your description matches that of one Sencara A’theri, yes? The purple eyes, the black hair. I’m glad you could be here to witness the Brotherhood’s vengeance fall upon your station.”

Kul spared a glance to the imploder. Its timer was counting down. Had it been two minutes already? He tensed as a blaster shot rang out. Only his reflexes saved him as he called upon the Force and watched as the plasma bolt splashed across his barrier. His fatigue made it painful, and he did not imagine he could keep up the charade for long. His hand tightened around his saber. He’d have to make a choice. The outcome meant he’d likely not be able to get that new dress for Reeka, though.

Sencara took a step forward. Behind her a group of troopers came into the room, one of them sporting what looked like bomb disposal gear. Kul knew it would be now or never then.

*Maybe a minute left. Maybe more.*

He braced himself and ignited his saber. Sencara cried out, but all of his focus was on leaping without giving out on himself. Every muscle complained, but he landed closer to the opposite side where Sencara was and drove his saber into the walkway’s thin metal and the only support on that side. The metal resisted his pull, but his muscles strained and he sawed the saber across. The Umbaran took careful aim so as not to accidentally hit the console and fired a few rounds. Kul managed to stop one with a free hand, but the other two pounded his shoulder and right leg. He dropped his straight saber and it rolled off the side of the walkway. As the troopers drew closer, Kul stabbed into the walkway again with his shoto this time. The dragon’s head carved into it seemed to echo his own growl as the saber’s plasma ate into the metal and he felt it begin to give way. Spending what strength he could call upon, Kul roared as loud as he could, fists raised. He slammed them down on the weakened metal. The walkway crunched and groaned. Time seemed to stop for them all as the troopers and Sencara watched the walkway suddenly begin to descend. The path angled and Kul watched as the troopers lost balance and slid downward to their deaths. The Umbaran was close enough to the door that she could leap to the edge. She managed to pull herself up and through. Her loud curses echoed over the hollow room, but Kul couldn’t make them out. He tried to drag himself as quickly as possible, but he only made it halfway back before the imploder’s signature inhale triggered and then the room exploded outward. The force threw Kul back into the hallway, where he crashed into the wall and lay crumpled on his back. He coughed, a thick red mist splashing his cheeks. The sounds of the battle outside grew louder as turret barrages began to melt away chunks out of the *Meridian’s* hull. The fleet had begun a full scale assault now that they were no longer impeded by the station’s main defense. A rib-tearing cough lurched Kul, but he accepted the pain.

*Definitely gonna need to be four drinks, though.*

Placement
2nd place
3rd place
Augur Alaris Jinn
Member
Augur Alaris Jinn
File submission
Phase_II_Fiction__Raid.pdf
Placement
3rd place
4th place
Battlelord Reiden Palpatine Karr
5th place
Grand Master Declan Roark
Member
Grand Master Declan Roark
File submission
RoS_Objective_3_-_Raid_-_GM_Declan_Roark.pdf
Placement
5th place
6th place
Reaver Satsi Tameike Arconae
Member
Reaver Satsi Tameike Arconae
File submission
RoS_P2_Objective_1.pdf
Placement
6th place
7th place
Savant Tali Sroka
Member
Savant Tali Sroka
Submission
Savant Tali Sroka opted out of publishing her submission.
Placement
7th place
8th place
Commander Essik Lyccane
Member
Commander Essik Lyccane
Submission
Commander Essik Lyccane opted out of publishing his submission.
Placement
8th place
9th place
Warlord Ronovi Tavisaen
10th place
Lieutenant Colonel Len Iode
Member
Lieutenant Colonel Len Iode
Submission
Lieutenant Colonel Len Iode opted out of publishing his submission.
Placement
10th place
Warlord Rulvak Qurroc
Member
Warlord Rulvak Qurroc
File submission
Fiction_2__Objective_3_-_Raid_.pdf
Placement
No placement
Battlelord Jorm (The Jester) Na'trej
Member
Battlelord Jorm (The Jester) Na'trej
File submission
Objective__Raid.pdf
Placement
No placement
Warlord Andrelious J. Mimosa-Inahj
Member
Warlord Andrelious J. Mimosa-Inahj
File submission
Phase_II.docx
Placement
No placement
Raider TuQ'uan Varick
Member
Raider TuQ'uan Varick
File submission
_Objective_2__Course_Correction.pdf
Placement
No placement
Battlelord Etah Kilij Bloodfyre
Member
Battlelord Etah Kilij Bloodfyre
File submission
Objective_2_Neutralize.docx
Placement
No placement
Colonel Rhylance
Member
Colonel Rhylance
File submission
_Objective_2__Light_em_up..pdf
Placement
No placement
Warlord Arden Karn di Plagia
Member
Warlord Arden Karn di Plagia
File submission
RosMFiction2-13299.docx
Placement
No placement
Master Darth Aeternus
Member
Master Darth Aeternus
File submission
_Objective_2__Aeternus_Fiction.pdf
Placement
No placement
Battlemaster Tasha'Vel Versea
Member
Battlemaster Tasha'Vel Versea
File submission
Fiction.docx
Placement
No placement
Reaver Scudi Ferria
Member
Reaver Scudi Ferria
Submission
Reaver Scudi Ferria opted out of publishing her submission.
Placement
No placement
Mystic Ethan Martes
Member
Mystic Ethan Martes
File submission
_Objective_3__Ethan_Being_Ethan.docx
Placement
No placement
Battlelord Ric "Tater" Hunter
Member
Battlelord Ric "Tater" Hunter
File submission
3160Phase1_Fiction__Objective_3_.doc
Placement
No placement
Reaver Rin Kurai
Member
Reaver Rin Kurai
File submission
RoS_Meridian_Fiction.pdf
Placement
No placement
Mystic Kadrol Hauen
Member
Mystic Kadrol Hauen
Textual submission

“Beep! Beep! Beep!” Kadrol awoke at 08:00 to the sound of an incoming transmission on his Inquisitorius comlink located in the top drawer of his nightstand. Wearily, the Pantoran rolled over and opened the drawer, reaching into it to silence the nuisance. Kadrol had stayed up late the last night partying in celebration of his recent knighting. Picking up the device, he pressed a rectangular button on the front, playing a pre-recorded message.

“Operatives, we have discovered intel critical to taking out Capital Enterprises. We have located the Meridian. Your Mission, Inquisitors, is to take out as many critical support systems for the station as you can. Completing this mission will deliver a crippling blow to the Collective’s finances, which will shift this war heavily in our favor. Over and out.”

Kadrol was tired, but the threat of the Collective was growing by the day. He couldn’t pass up an opportunity to cripple the faction that wanted him dead. The knight got out of bed and hurriedly poured a bowl of Lucky Stars, his favorite cereal. After having a quick breakfast, he suited up in his Jedi Armor, grabbing a few other items he might need. He hurried into one of Scholae Palatinae’s civilian hangars, where members’ personal ships were stored, and climbed into his Fang Fighter. Kadrol did a quick systems check and put on his headset comlink. After having completed all system checks, Kadrol ignited the engines and took off, leaving the atmosphere of Ragnath, heading off to the location of the Meridian.

10:00

Approaching the location of the Meridian, Kadrol dropped his ship out of hyperspace. As he witnessed the space station already engulfed in a huge dogfight, Kadrol commanded the droid brain within his ship to run a scan of the station to locate the systems. The droidbrain whirred in compliance, and Kadrol started an attack run. A map highlighting the location of the objectives popped up on the display screen after Kadrol had closed the distance by about half. Kadrol rotated his entire ship to the right, setting a course to take out the shielding system of the Meridian.

That’s when he noticed an enemy fighter top left of him. Keeping the same course, Kadrol rotated the wings and fired three shots. Having led the oncoming ship, his first shot missed, but the second and third shots hit, the last one penetrating the fuselage and destroying the ship.

Having destroyed his target, Kadrol rolled the wings back down to their default position, drawing ever nearer to the Meridian. Coming into close enough range for an accurate shot at the shields, Kadrol fired a burst of shots at his targets. Each of the shots were absorbed by the shields as they made impact.

As the knight pulled around for another pass, he noticed that the basic shielding could be penetrated with enough concentrated firepower. He unleashed another flurry of shots, again absorbed by the shields. Pulling out for his next run, Kadrol spotted a pair of fighters on his tail. He could dodge their shots by rotating the wings, but it would be extremely difficult for him to shake them. Luckily, a friendly star fighter took out one of them before firing a missile directly onto the shield’s weak spot, exposing a hole approximately a meter in diameter right next to the generator. Kadrol pulled into a loop, and fired a single shot into the rear end of the ship that was tailing him.

Kadrol pulled his ship for another run at the shields, knowing that with a well placed shot, he could take out the entire shield system. Kadrol slowed his approach, lining up the perfect spot, and fired the single guided proton torpedo fostered within the vessel. The shot flew right through the hole, which was already starting to reform, and struck the base of the tower from which the shield was forming. Upon impact with the tower, the torpedo exploded, shattering the tower into countless pieces. A hole formed in the shield near the epicenter of the explosion, and crept across the shield, gradually eroding it. The shields were down.

The knight had a split second to decide whether to make an attack on the station’s reactor core or fuel storage system. ‘Without another proton torpedo, taking out either of the two systems accessible from the exterior of the space station will be nearly impossible. Besides, there are many more fighters supporting the Brotherhood that will get it.’ Kadrol thought to himself. Continuing to fly away from the space station, Kadrol had the droid brain in his fighter aid him in calculating the hyperspace coordinates to punch in. After various calculations, the Pantoran punched the starfighter into lightspeed for his return to Ragnath.

Upon his return, Kadrol was exhausted, the adrenaline of the fight that he was a part of two hours ago wearing off. He really couldn’t even be bothered to get out of his armor, barely pausing to remove his headset and the plastoid shell of his Jedi armor, before plopping himself back into bed. ‘Nothing more today, please.’ Kadrol thought, pleading to nobody in particular.

Placement
No placement
Knight Malfrost Xeon
Member
Knight Malfrost Xeon
File submission
_Neturalize__Shutting_Down_Meridian.docx
Placement
No placement
Peacekeeper Creon Saldean
Member
Peacekeeper Creon Saldean
File submission
RoS_Fiction_II__Objective_I__Pursuit_.pdf
Textual submission

The [Prologue](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sYk3mCxhI1rep4sEcBSScvYPQvjo_YGD3WeTbgNzDdc/edit?usp=sharing) to this story was the Phase I Fiction competition, Objective 1: Pursuit to be exact. It can be read in full detail in the link.

Tl;DR: Vance Kordall was kept prisoner by Kendra Icasta in a spice mine on Formos. Creon’s team infiltrated and rescued him. Creon was shot by Kendra, but survived. The spice mine itself was left in ruins from an arial strike after Creon and his team escaped with Kordall.

**PLEASE CLICK [HERE](https://starwarsintrocreator.kassellabs.io/#!/BLPzvnpulSe1XmAUOUOb) BEFORE YOU START READING THE SUBMITTED FICTION**

#### Featured Characters/NPCs:

* [Lucine Vasano](https://www.darkjedibrotherhood.com/members/14877/snapshots/1234/2420)
* [Jael Chi’ra](https://www.darkjedibrotherhood.com/members/15010/snapshots/1228/2414)
* [Kah Tarvitz](https://www.darkjedibrotherhood.com/members/14751/snapshots/1227/2413)
* [Dral Falgorth](https://www.darkjedibrotherhood.com/members/14458/snapshots/1230/2416)
* [Jetsam Walsh](https://www.darkjedibrotherhood.com/non_player_characters/327/snapshots/1224/2409)
* [Terry “Sting” Fletcher](https://www.darkjedibrotherhood.com/non_player_characters/327/snapshots/1226/2412)
* [Lo-Kain Vameilaga](https://www.darkjedibrotherhood.com/members/14458/snapshots/700/1437)
* [Iios Singuard](https://www.darkjedibrotherhood.com/members/15099/snapshots/1252/2462)

#### Optional Links:

* [O.T.F](https://www.darkjedibrotherhood.com/items/64105-item-container)
* [Optional Google Docs Link](https://docs.google.com/document/d/15f9A6bJklYttvARTu_kpKGeu9zSEaOuSfnYwhLBldvU/edit?usp=sharing)

Placement
No placement
Warlord Kojiro Keibatsu
Member
Warlord Kojiro Keibatsu
File submission
_Objective3__The_Raid_-_Koji_-_8106.pdf
Placement
No placement
Augur Xantros
Vanguard Aurora "Aura" Ta'var
Member
Vanguard Aurora "Aura" Ta'var
File submission
PhaseII_Fiction.pdf
Placement
No placement
Knight Cawthren Widowson
Member
Knight Cawthren Widowson
File submission
Screenshot_20181103-162126_Chrome.jpg
Textual submission

Cawthren rocked slightly as the Sentinel-class Landing Craft shook as fire from the Meridian defensive turrets splashed over the ship’s shields. A team of covert operatives had managed to infiltrate the station and shut its shield system down, leaving the base a vulnerable target to the incoming Brotherhood forces. This was a large scale cooperative operation between the Clans to inflict as much damage to the Collective as possible, with the hope of being a turning point in the conflict. The newly promoted Captain was taking these last few minutes before they made landing to go over their mission one last time with his troops.

“Listen up! I know you all have been briefed several times about what our mission is, but I'm going to kick this dead Bantha one last time.” A snicker went throughout the ranks of infantry following the last remark. Cawthren smiled.

“We are dropping into the station’s loading docks. Our goal will be two of the warehouses that our Intel claims is where the Collective is storing its supplies.” Shifting his gaze to his right, the knight continued, “First and Second platoon, you will be moving in to secure the objectives. You are to kill any opposition and load as much of their supplies onto this ship as possible. Third and Fourth, you will be securing the perimeter. Now there are other operations going on but I would still expect reinforcements, so dont slack off. It's your job to make sure we are not ambushed.”

Cawthren felt the ship start to slow its decent. “Okay, now Intel reports tell us to expect technocrat soldiers armed with riot batons, but don't be surprised if some have armed themselves with blasters or whatever else they can get their hands on since the assault started. Once those doors drop, I want my heavy gunners to be the first and last thing those cybernetic freaks see. The rest of you move out and start securing your objective.”

The young officer moved to where he had his own gear staged. He quickly strapped his medical bag onto his back, then checked to see that his lightsaber was securely attached to his belt. Confident that he had all of the equipment needed for the mission, Cawthren picked up his EL-16 blaster rifle and moved into position behind the line of infantry soldiers waiting for the transport ship to touch down.

The ship slammed down hard, causing some of the soldiers to lose their balance, stumbling into their companions. The locks that held the large bay doors in place hissed as they released, hinges groaning as the steel plates started to lower. Technocrat troops could be seen running for cover as the heavy gunners opened fire, spraying the loading dock in a hail of lazer fire.

Cawthren could hear the orders to move being bellowed by the platoon sergeants, as the Arconan troops started to rush forward out of the transport. The Knight charged forward out of the transport, bringing his rifle up to take aim at the Technocrat soldiers who were now pouring out of the warehouses. Squeezing off three shots, the Captain was able to see two enemy troops drop before he slid into cover behind a tipped over hover cart. So far any resistance they had encountered had only been armed with close quarters weapons and were falling easily before the Arconan forces.

What resistance hadn't been gunned down were now pulling back into the cover of the builds, realizing that they were out gunned. The first two platoons were moving into take their objectives, while third and forth were dragging whatever they could find into positions for makeshift barriers. Cawthren called over the platoon leaders for four and third. “Get your medics to start collecting and taking care of our wounded, I'm going to set up a triage point. Have them bring all injured to me.” he instructed.

Blaster fire could be heard inside of the warehouses. It seemed what security forces were set to guard the supplies intended to follow orders to the death. Injured infantry troops were now being pulled out of the builds. The injuries that the troops seemed to sustain hinted that the technocrat troops were having better luck with the melee weapons now that they were in tight quarters. One soldier had even taken a blaster bolt to the stomach.

Cawthren had set up his triage point to the side of the loading ramp to the drop ship. Soldiers who could walk were told load onto the ship. Two troops lay unconscious while the medic was applying a bacta patch to the blaster wound. “What are you doing stop!” he screamed at a group of troops who were starting to load storage crates onto the ship. “Help me get the injured onto the ship first. Then we will worry about the cargo!”

The four troops immediately dropped the crates and rushed over to their superior Officer. “Sir! Who should we get first?” the lower enlisted asked.

“Two of you carry the troop whose stomach is bandaged. Be careful with him, and make sure to lay him down gently. You two get the other two men loaded up.” Looking over the area that had been secured, the knight could see Arconan troops now coming out in teams carrying supply crates to the ship. Small bands of enemy reinforcements had started coming in random waves, only to be cut down by the entrenched soldiers.

Cawthren ordered his lieutenant to start getting a rough inventory of what was in the crates for report. Pulling out his comlink, he contacted the First and Second leaders. “Start planting the bombs sergeant. Anything we can't fit on the ship will be destroyed.” If Arcona couldn't have it, then there was no reason to allow anyone else to be able to use it.

Loading the ship took longer than the Captain would have liked, but within two hours the job was done. Five more men had been injured in some of the skirmishes with enemy reinforcements, bringing the total to twelve injured and one soldier killed, a number that was to high for comfort in Cawthren’s opinion.

The loading ramp slammed shut with a loud thud as the ship started to take off. “Lieutenant! What did we manage to get?” the the Arconan leader inquired.

“Sir! Most of the crates seem to be blaster, grenades, and personal shields. There are some with medical supplies, and armor,” the junior officer answered.

“It seems that the Collective is preparing some sort of offensive. The Consul will be pleased,” Cawthren responded as he started to establish a link to deliver his report. He hoped that this would be a hard enough blow to turn the tide for the next skirmish, wherever that may be.

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