Competition: Week 2: Co-op Fiction

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Week 2: Co-op Fiction

Regardless of your personal feelings for the situation, you still have a job to do, and you’d really rather not get blown up on or over a planet while you’re at it. With this new alliance struck, a fleet of enemies bearing down upon everyone, and many of your brethren stranded planetside, your leaders have assigned you to make contact with a representative of the opposite Clan and, together, to make your way to New Tython’s surface to assess the situation there and provide rescue if possible. However, you discover that your fellow troops aren’t the only ones in peril. O’reenian agents have descended, just like you, and now it’s up to you and your newfound partner to stop them...or, at the very least, get out alive.

Each individual must post a minimum of three times, with posts a length of 250 words each. Pairs must be between a member of each Clan, so long as numbers allow. Individuals may make consecutive posts if desired, but each individual must meet the minimum post requirements for pairs to qualify. Posts will be conducted on individual forum threads for each pairing. Grading will be based on the Voice fiction rubric.

Find pairs here.

Competition Information
Parent Competition
[COU-ARC] Tides of Change
Organized by
Master Ruka Tenbriss Ya-ir, Boss Morgan B. Sorenn, Seer A'lora Kituri, Legorii Arconae
Running time
2015-05-27 until 2015-06-03 (8 days)
Target Unit
Entire DJB
Competition Type
Fiction
Awards
Second Level Crescents
Participants
19 subscribers, of which 10 have participated.
Results
1st place
Corvus Corax
Member
Corvus Corax
Textual submission

Manually added by GP V'yr Vorsa

Placement
1st place
1st place
Terran Koul
Member
Terran Koul
Textual submission

https://discourse.darkjedibrotherhood.com/t/tides-of-change-co-op-fiction-team-12/845

Placement
1st place
Member
Champion Rajhin Cindertail
Textual submission

Manually added by GP V'yr Vorsa

Placement
2nd place
Member
Envoy Lizuni Heraga
Textual submission

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1LEP93z1EyenE0uO8FZ64omr_Ox4q1dyeffnYgo4saaU/edit#

Post 1 - Luna

**Research Facility Iota**
**Camp Dall'ra, New Tython**

Revak Kur stood on the edge of the landing pads with a full platoon of KUDF special forces. The half Hapan’s robes fluttered in the warm summer breeze as the platoon waited in complete silence. The Camp had been on high alert since losing communications an hour ago, they had no idea what was going on in orbit above them or near the capital. Observation posts had reported three MAAT craft with Arconan markings approaching fast. The Aedile had to make a quick decision as to whether or not to blow the unannounced craft out of the sky. He had taken a risk in letting them approach. He did scramble a squadron of the base’s fighters to escort the Arconan shuttles in.

The platoon’s commander, a human female with short raven hair named Jenna Tas, approached the Jedi after emplacing her men around the landing area. “Are we sure these are friendlies?”

Revak continued to stare into the horizon. “No way to be sure, but last orders were that Arconans were allies.”

The female commando let out an audible huff, “Doesn’t sit right with me, inviting these Shadow Clan goons into the system or the camp.”

The Aedile sighed. “They’ve been fighting for us so far, we just have to trust the Council's judgment on this one.”

Tas primed her blaster rifle. “Trust but verify. We’ll be ready if they try anything.”

Before Revak could reply a soldier cried out from a nearby anti air battery. “Landing crafting incoming, looks like they are being escorted by our fighters!”

That was a relief, thankfully Arconan pilots understood the visual signals for “Conform to my trajectory or we’ll blow you out of the sky.” Within a minute the three MAATs approached the landing pads as the Odanite X-wings flew past and took up a holding pattern over the Camp. Revak and Tas approached the lead craft just in time to catch the leaders disembarking.

A Jedi in Patriarch robes exited the craft flanked by a Human female Mandalorian and a Togorian in matching gray armor. The hood of the Jedi’s robes obscured his face but the teal sash around his waist marked him as a Guardian. The Jedi walked directly toward Revak and threw his hood back to reveal a familiar scarred face.

Revak walked up and embraced his Jedi comrade. “Turel! I wasn’t expecting to see your ugly mug here, didn’t the Alliance types ban you from playing soldier?”

The Guardian returned the brief hug. “Hey pretty boy!” He took a step backwards and gave his trademark scheming grin. “Oh I’m not playing soldier, I’m a ‘military liaison’ to Arcona so I’m playing diplomat.” He read the confusion on Revak’s face and continued, “It’s a long story. Let me introduce you to my new friends.” He gestured to the Mandalorian women whose gray hair, icy blue eyes and wolf pelt adorned armor set her apart from the rest of the disembarking Arconans. “This is Luna, she’s the head Arconan in this group and has a debilitating lack of a sense of humor.”

Luna shot Turel a glare that brought fear to even the most hardened Odanite commandos present. “It will be pretty funny when I leave you in a body cast after this crisis is over.”

The ex-Arconan shrugged. “See, I’m rubbing off on her already.” He gestured toward Revak. “This is Revak Kur, Aedile of House Hoth and I’m sure ten other titles I’m forgetting.” He turned to the Togorian with snow leopard patterned fur behind. “And this furball is Tybalt Erinos, probably the best armorer this side of the galaxy and pretty handy with a heavy repeater. Just make sure you have an extra large cat box and hide the catnip.”

Tybalt cocked an eyebrow with a smile. “Very funny. You know I prefer apples.”

Luna exhaled impatiently, “If we’re done exchanging pleasantries we have a defense to plan.”

Tas picked up on what the Mandalorian was hinting at. “What do you mean a defense to plan? Do you have some kind of intel to share with us?”

Turel laughed nervously, “Yeah, about that. The O’reenian attack on the capital was a ruse, they are coming here and coming hard. We were rerouted before the comms went down, I’m afraid Luna, these three squads of Mandos and I are the only reinforcements you’re getting for a while. There is one kriffin’ big fight going on in orbit, the enemy has this part of the planet effectively blockaded. We couldn’t get word to the central command in time.”

Revak stroked his chin thoughtfully for a moment. “Let’s get to the command center then, we have no time to waste.”

Post 2 - Luna

**Tactical Operations Center (TOC)**
**Camp Dall'ra, New Tython**

“So that’s about the long and the short of it. The enemy is coming from the East with a heavy armored column. They want whatever you’re hiding in the basement of that research facility and they want it bad.” Turel stepped away from the holo-projection of the area’s terrain.

A KUDF intelligence officer spoke up. “The contents of that facility are highly classified, it’s very existence is classified, we can’t have these-” He glared at Turel. “Outsiders running amok in a classified facility.” The former Knight-Commander rolled his eyes in response.

Luna looked up from the map and stared at the officer with a surprisingly neutral expression. “These ‘outsiders’ are in orbit and around your capital fighting and dying for your world by the grace of the Shadow Lady. The Erinos clan are warriors, not spies, we care not for your secrets. We are here to keep this camp from falling until reinforcements can break through the blockade above.”

Turel pointed a finger at the officer. “Wolf lady has a point. We’re here to help, not steal secrets so you can kinda stuff it Major!”

The intel officer balked for a moment. “I meant no disrespect, but this alliance is very sudden and your clearances are all revoked master Jedi.”

“I’ve been hearing that a lot lately.”

Revak stepped forward. “Surely we can incorporate the Arconan forces into our external defenses without compromising the facility.”

The Major nodded. “We can sanitize the ground level, the Mandalorians should be able to effectively mount a defense from there if it comes to that.”

Turel nodded with approval. “That works for me, how about you Luna?”

The Mandalorian smiled wide. “The O’reenians won’t reach the facility, my warriors will see to that.”

Jenna Tas spoke up from the back of the room. “Your warriors won’t be alone.”

**Just Outside of the TOC**
**Camp Dall'ra, New Tython**
** 5 Minutes Later**

Lieutenant Jenna Tas waited outside the TOC following the briefing. She was to coordinate with Luna to emplace the Mandos, she didn’t trust the Arconan but she respected the gray hair as a fellow warrior. There was someone with the Arconans she did trust.

Tas held out her arm to stop Turel as he walked out. “Turel, a moment please.” He had insisted all the Tundurian and Dac Commandos not address him as “Master Jedi” or whatever nonsense the larger military insisted was proper protocol. For all the politics and speculation of the former Knight-Commander’s coming and going from the Odanites they had fought together through some tough battles. That kind of trust isn’t easily eroded.

“Sure, whatever you need Jenna.”

The commando waited until they were alone in a side hallway before speaking. “Look, I just need to know which man am I speaking to, the man who helped me liberate Dac or the man who fought against us on Korriban.”

Turel sighed. “They are the same man really. I don’t really know what else to tell you other than I’m sorry and I won’t let you down.”

Tas stared into the Jedi’s eyes for a moment. “I had to see for myself, the others said you had gone traitor but I knew that couldn’t be true. Not really. You’re still the Knight-Commander to me.”

“That means more than you know to hear that. It’s hard having everyone eye you with suspicion wherever you go. Or wanting you dead in the case of certain Arconans.”

The commando punched the Guardian in the arm, which he probably could have avoided if he wanted to. “Just don’t forget who you really are, I don’t want to have to remind you by force.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Come on, we have work to do. Tell me more about this Luna character, she seems...capable.”

Post 3 - Luna

**Perimeter Walls**
**Camp Dall'ra, New Tython**

Luna stood impatiently off to the side while Tybalt and a KUDF engineer tinkered with a defensive turret. The Togorian Mando and the Mon Calamari engineer were exchanging ideas on how to maximize range and response times on the automated batteries, each impressing the other.

The Mon Calamari stroked his chin in thought. “Very impressive Tybalt, I never would have thought to adjust the focusing array in that manner. Where did you learn that?”

Tybalt extricated himself from the innards of the turret. “Oh from spacers mostly and some experimentation here and there.”

A young human male in the Erino clan Mandalorian armor interrupted the conversation when he ran up to Luna. “Scouts report the enemy column is nearing firing range of their guns ma’am.”

Luna took the datapad from the young man and gave it a quick scan. “I see. Is the surprise we left for the enemy in place?”

“They are, the Tythonian commandos were actually very helpful in emplacing the anti-armor mines.”

“Very good, inform the rest of the squad leaders, tell them to have their heavy weapons teams ready on the battlements.” The young man gave a fist to chest saluting gesture and ran off. “Tybalt are you done here, we are nearly out of time?”

The Togorian picked up a large rocket launcher he had left off to the side with a toothy smile. “We were just finishing up.”

Luna stopped to examine the perimeter walls around her, positions were manned with KUDF commandos and grey armored Erinos Mandalorians side by side. She was thoroughly impressed with the discipline and dedication she had seen in the Tythonian forces at this particular camp. Still she wondered what was so important in the research facility that the O’reenians would sustain such high casualties in the ruse attack on the capital and the orbital blockade to get to. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of explosions in the distance. The siege of Camp Dall’ra had just begun.

Revak – Post 1

**Perimeter “Post #1”**

**Camp Dall'ra, New Tython**

Every commando clenched his rifle even tighter as the explosions began to draw closer. For many of them, war was nothing new. They had fought side by side on many occasions and against a multitude of foes in various theaters but this time, this time it was different. This was their home.

As Yhi rose over the mountains to the east, she cast her light against the base. While usually something many often admired, this morning her light would help mask the incoming offence.

Despite being up on a rocky mountain, the sun along with the blackout put the defenders at a disadvantage.

“This blasted sun isn’t going to help up,” one of the commandos exclaimed, “They could have an entire fleet coming at us.”

“Quiet,” Tas hissed, “we need to stay frosty.” She looked back at the intelligence officer. “Get me scanners.”

He fumbled with his holopad, frantically turning knobs and pressing buttons before smacking it with his hand and letting it fall to the ground. “Ma’am, we’re still blind.”

Tas turned back to the east and cursed under her breath.

Suddenly, a series of explosions followed by a distinct whistle echoed off the mountains.

“Steady!” Luna screamed to the men. “Hold steady!”

Within seconds twelve dots appeared against Yhi’s face. As they grew larger, commanders screamed to their commandos to find cover. The rockets collided with the base blasting large chunks out of the highly reinforced duracrete walls.

“Brace for another attack!” Someone yelled in the distance.

Again the same sound followed by more explosions rocked the base. The bodies of dead commandos were flung in all directions.

“Hold!” Luna yelled again.

As she braced for a third wave of artillery, it never came.

She turned to Tybalt who was clenching his rocket launcher, just itching to fire it.

“I don’t like this. They are in range but why did they...”

She was interrupted by the sound of a squadron of Y-Wings approaching from the north east. The automated turrets swung around and began to fire on the bombers, who immediately began to bombard the turrets with rockets.

“Open Fire” commanded Tybalt as he locked on to one of the ships and blasted one of its engines. The damaged fighter banked hard to the left and crashed into one of the turret guns, destroying it.

The remaining bombers came around for another run. This time taking out more of the base’s defenses while sustaining more of their own casualties. Artillery shells began again to fall from the sky.
Tas ran across the perimeter, dodging explosions and shrapnel. She made her way over to Tybalt and Luna.

“Luna, we have to fall back into the base. We are sustaining too many casualties. They are hitting us harder than previous intelligence reports indicated they had the ability to. They have wiped out many of our troops and all of our automated defenses.”

Knowing Tas was right but hating the thought of retreat, she reluctantly gave the order to fall back.

“All squads fall back!”


Revak – Post 2

**Main Lobby**

**Camp Dall'ra, New Tython**

The base was an impressive structure. The thick walls and advanced life support systems allowed it to be completely sealed off and sustain life for a lengthy amount of time. From the artillery bombardment that continued to rattle the base, they were safe. The civilian staff, most of them with medical training, immediately began to tend to the wounded.

Turel, Revak, Luna, Tybalt and Tas stood huddled in a circle, planning their next move.

Turel spoke first, “We can stage most of our force here. Whatever troops they have no choice but to funnel through these doors.”

Revak nodded in agreement, “He’s right. If we put out heavy gunners up front, we’ll kill a majority of their guys before they even get to fire on us.”

A slight smirk crept across Revak’s face.

Luna looked at Turel, “You and the Jedi take positions toward the rear, near the grav lift. We need you to be our last line of defense. Tas, Tybalt and I will give them hell up front.”

Dr. Sylvia Steissel, head of the base’s Genetics Research Division, approached the group. “My team will take the wounded down to the lower levels. We have most of our equipment staged there. There is a final security measure of this base,” she looked over to Revak, “Master Jedi, I’m leaving it to you to give the command.”

“Let’s hope it doesn’t have to come to that Doctor.”
Turel turned to address the troops, “So it’s settled, heavy gunners up front and commandos behind them. We fight until they are all dead.”

Tas stood on a chair to address her men. “This is our home. Look around you. Each and every one of you are more than just soldiers, you’re all brothers. You’ve been raised together. You’ve trained together. You’ve fought together. Every drill. Every grueling early morning PT as brought you to this moment. This is when you stand together and against all odds, come out victorious!
The O’reenians might have rocked us, but they haven’t killed us. WE ARE THE T.D.U.C. AND WE WILL DOMINATE ANY TIME, ANY PLACE!”

Cheers filled the room as the Commander’s battle cry touched every heart in the compound. Now they were ready for the fight of their lives.

Revak – Post 3

**Main Lobby**

**Camp Dall'ra, New Tython**

Each commando had a fire in his eyes. Their hearts burned for retaliation. They wanted O’reenian blood, and they wanted it badly. Once the artillery ceased, they were able to hear the voices of The O’reenians assembling outside the thick blast doors of the base. The smell of molten durasteel filled the room as the men outside began cutting through the door. The gunners all stood at the ready. The moment that door fell, a barrage of blaster bolts would meet flesh and fight would resume. Everyone in the room remained silent.

A loud thud broke the silence as the door fell to the floor. Without hesitation, the commandos opened fire. Grenades flew into the opening and exploded on contact. The commandos returned with grenades of their own.

Tybalt, armed with his Mandalorian Heavy Repeater, ran to the front of the line and began firing at the O’reenian troopers now pouring into the opening.

Tas, now out of ammunition, pulled out her vibroblade and took the fight straight to the O’reenians.

Luna, seeing Tas charge the invaders, ignited her lightsaber and deflected several bolts aimed at the female Commander.

Despite their best efforts, the O’reenian troopers seemed to gain ground. They continued to pour through the hole like water. The bodies that began to pile up, they used as shields and barricades.

Turel looked at Revak, “We are losing ground. I won’t let this happen, I ‘m going up there.”

Revak grabbed his friend's arm, “Look, they get past us, we lose everything.”

Turel shook off Revak’s warning and jumped into the battle. With a snap hiss, Turel’s lightsaber filled the room with pale blue light and he quickly dispatched the troopers charging at his.

Revak shook his head, knowing that he would hear it from the Summit, gave the command to initiate “Final Protocol.” He charged the troopers with his purple blade drawn.

Within minutes the doors the grav lift opened and out stepped a very tall, pale blue figure. He carried with him a heavy repeater which he opened fire with immediately. With an almost inhuman precision, every bolt found a target. The figure made his way to the front of the line and continued through the hole in the blast door. The remaining commandos followed behind his advance.

The fight continued outside. The Mandolorians, armed with rocket launchers surprised the few heavy tanks and troop transports that had made it up the rough terrain. The O’reenians, tried to seek shelter but the blue figure continued his onslaught. Moments later, all was quiet.

The figure dropped the repeater and stood silently. Tybalt and Luna looked at him in amazement.

“Is this what the O’reenians had come for?” asked Tybalt.

Revak smiled at him, “Guys, meet Echo-1.”

Placement
2nd place
Member
Vivibelle Baenre
Textual submission

Manually added by GP V'yr Vorsa

Placement
3rd place
3rd place
Tisto Kingang
Member
Tisto Kingang
Textual submission

https://discourse.darkjedibrotherhood.com/t/tides-of-change-co-op-fiction-team-1/837/6

Placement
3rd place
4th place
Arcia Cortel
Member
Arcia Cortel
Textual submission

https://discourse.darkjedibrotherhood.com/t/tides-of-change-co-op-fiction-team-7/849

Placement
4th place
Member
General Takota Okami
Textual submission

https://discourse.darkjedibrotherhood.com/t/tides-of-change-co-op-fiction-team-7/849/7

Placement
4th place
Member
Sumsol "Karma" Salackta
Textual submission

Manually added by KAP Atyiru Caesura Entar

Placement
5th place
Member
Larrik Dul'vak
Textual submission

Manually added by KAP Atyiru Caesura Entar

Placement
5th place
Member
A deleted dossier
Textual submission

Manually added by GP V'yr Vorsa

Placement
No placement