ooc: Alright, I will make this short and sweet. This role-play will take place in the Raid on the Jedi Temple at the end of the Clone Wars because I find that these role-plays are very, very, very well liked and I enjoy them. You can be a Clone, A Jedi, and I suppose one person (if I say okay) can be Anakin. So, join as an NPC and let the fun begin!
Darth Cruiciatus
(OOC: SInce it isn't canon, if I be Cin Drallig, can i be like, dueling anakin/killing clones and stuff, instead of the movie thing? or will i jsut get cut down really quickly?)))
High Prophet Crozeus
((I'm in))
Supreme Prophet Praxeum
ooc: You can do anything you want. I mean, if you are a Jedi that uses the Force to lift the entire Temple into the air, shake it until Anakin falls out and dies, then I will kill you OOC. But otherwise, just have fun.
High Prophet Crozeus
I'll be a Clone Commander. Who's playing as Anakin?
Supreme Commander Alor
[[Null Clone Commando with Sniper equipment. Will be posted outside the temple looking into the gardens and walkways.]]
Supreme Prophet Praxeum
ooc: Anyone who wants can be Anakin. Get more people! I will start once three more people join.
Major General Celestial
(May I be Anakin?)
Supreme Prophet Praxeum
ooc: Sure thing. I guess, I will slack off and go ahead and start.
Low Altitude Assault Transport/carrier en route to The Jedi Temple 36 months ABG (After the Battle of Genosis), 19 BBY
The chill of Courscant nightfall made Thrax's back shiver even more then his orders. He looked down at the helmet, just like every other clone's, in between his hands and saw his face, just like every other clone's, staring back at him. He couldn't help but wonder if the brothers were thinking the very same things right now.
The dark, closed spaces of the ship didn’t help his feelings either. It made him feel so odd among his brothers in the 501st being claustrophobic, but it also made him feel special in the midst of all of the clones. The DC-15S blaster he had in his hands felt so much different then it had in the entire war.
“ETA, 5 minutes!” A voice that would seem anonymous to most, but to Thrax - he knew it was his commander. Despite his the twist in his stomach, Thrax quickly put his helmet on and brought his gun to bear.
Council of First Knowledge, The Jedi Temple
A disgusting, violate sound rang through the room. The Council would normally huddle around Dralin to pick him up from the ground, but for one so in tuned with the Force, the darkness surrounding The Jedi Order as the war progressed made Dralin regurgitate at least once a week. His weak arms slowly lifted him from the ground as he pushed himself into his chair and laid back.
“Dark this war is for us all.” The small green alien, Yan, said.
“But you worry us, Dralin.” The Neti Jedi, Aeri, continued.
“When this war is over.” Dralin said, “Then we will have time to worry.” The Council only responded with nods throughout the room.
“Masters,” A voice said through the Holo-terminal in the middle of the room said before a Togruta appeared.
“Yes, Shaak Ti?” Aeri said. Shaak Ti? Dralin knew he had heard the name before, but he couldn’t recall from what.
“I have just encounter Je…Master Skywalker.” The alien said. Ah, The Chosen One Dralin thought to himself. He was a strong supporter of the ancient prophecy, but he knew it was a hot topic of debate through the Order nowadays.
“And?” Yan asked.
“He seemed…distressed.”
Lord Aequitas
((Ok Praxeum, what do you want me to do??))
Supreme Prophet Praxeum
ooc: Whatever you want. I just have been in one of the role-plays before and they are awesome - so you need to join.
Lord Aequitas
((ok, this is a bit short, but meh))
Jedi Archives, Jedi Temple
Clip-clap, clip-clap. Jedi Master Arxa Kelu, a male jedi from Coruscant, walked briskly from Jocastu Nu's office. Her empty office; she wasn't there so obviously was in the library somewhere. However, before he went to find the Chief Librarian, he had to go to the 4th Hall. He had a presentation to some junior librarians to do the next day on the flora in the Outer-Rim and wanted to make sure his facts were correct; the nest thing he wanted was someone junior to him pointing out a mistake.
Major General Celestial
Home on Coruscant, alone in a dark room 36 months ABG (After the Battle of Genosis), 19 BBY
Anakin looked down at the hard durasteel floor. The deep cold in the air was chilling.It is for Padme', It is for ME. He thought. Was his master wrong in doing this, was it right? He thought over it a second as he tried to decide. He questioned his masters decision, which was worrying him even more, yet jedi nor sith were supposed to worry.
This was for Padme, he did not want her to die, no matter what. He pulled on the black cloak, wrapping it around him so tight it was hard to breath. His eyes were burning for some odd reason, was he crying? No, he looked into the mirror and his eyes were changing color, from a deep hazel to a dark yellow, back and forth simultaneously.
The place he had spent most of his life. This was where he had learnt how to use the force, now it comes to an end. This planet was to be almost completely destroyed, and what next, Kashyyyk, Endor, or Hoth? What was this plan, was it so effortless, and was he a main part of it.
Supreme Prophet Praxeum
ooc: Um, think about the movie. Anakin was already on the planet, he is headed toward The Jedi Temple now.
High Prophet Crozeus
Commander Kransor of the 501st legion, could feel the tension among the troopers in the hold of the LAAT/c gunship. He navigated it through the skyscrapers of the city - planet, looking out of the side ports at ther other ships carrying more troopers to their destiantion. He sighed and clicked the local comm-system. "ETA, 5 minutes!"
Kransor was surprised that his voice sounded so calm. He was shaking with the prospect of what they were about to do. Not the nature of the orders, but the threat they would face. His hands felt cold and clammy through through his gloves, and he gripped the stick harder to calm himself. The local people watched the LAAT/c ships manouvering slowly through the buildings, a common sight in these times of war.
Soon they arrived, and Kransor set his ship before the steps leading to the Jedi Academy. The troopers disembarked and formed into a column. Kransor took up position at the left at the front. He turned to the trooper next to him, whom he recognised as Thrax from the markings on his helmet, and nodded, turning the safety off on his DC-15s. All they had to do now was wait for the Chancellors "apprentice."
Major General Celestial
Edited.
Supreme Commander Alor
Low Altitude Assault Transport/infantry en route to The Jedi Temple
36 months ABG (After the Battle of Genosis), 19 BBY
5 Hours Before the 501st Begins Assault on the Temple
Null-11, Null Clone Commando Captain Ordo Skirata, stood by the open hatch on the LAAT/i. He could not feel the whipping wind, or smell the smog of the Coruscanti air, he could not see the dazzling lights of the Coruscanti nightlife. He was dressed fully in the new Matte Black Mark III Katarn Armor that had been recently developed and distributed to only the best Clone Commandos. Attached to or hidden in various parts and pockets of his armor and backpack, were his DC-15A blaster rifle, auto-turrets, thermal detonators, and R-1 recon droids, while he held in his hand his specialized DC-15x Sniper Rifle.
With one hand hanging onto the "safety-bar" above his head, he leaned out to survey the buildings below him. The pilot was leading him to the Jedi Temple. As he flew over, the green light in the infantry area turned on, and Ordo released the bar and jumped out, using small repulsors in his armor to slow and eventually stop his descent. He landed on a Northward tower and began to set up his shop. His first task was to place the his auto-turrets and Recon Droids.
He moved stealthily along the Temple's towers, placing cameras, sensors, and droids as he went. Not too many, as to warrant the Jedi's attentions, but just enough to protect himself and let him see his targets. And then he headed back to his chosen position, which gave him a nice and unobstructed view of the temple grounds, so he could cover the entrance of the 501st, but also gave him cover and easy movement from spot to spot.
Done with his work, he sat down to wait, monitoring his sensors and cams, while taking a view droids around the Temple to observe routines, guards, and possible areas of trouble where his other skills might be needed. He hunkered down and waited for the the 501st to contact him.
High Prophet Crozeus
Kransor clicked his com-link. "Captain Skirata. Make sure you do not engage until we have made contact. Repeat, do not engage. When 'he' gets here we will advance, then do your best to sabotage them. We're keeping radio silence once he gets here. Out."
He sighed. Where was this blasted 'apprentice'? If they remained any longer they would be compromised.
Major General Celestial
Anakin approached the encampment. The hundreds, maybe thousands of troopers congregated, waited there for him. What was it all for, 6the end of the jedi, the beginning of a galaxy more well known.
"Troopers, I am here, bow before Darth Vader!"
High Prophet Crozeus
Kransor stood still. A trooper behind him whispered "Darth Vader? What does he mean?" And others "Darth vader? Who's that?" "Where is he?"
Kransor remained silent. He raised a flat palm, signalling for quiet. Alsmost immedietly, the men of the 501st stood silently. Slowly, yet deliberately, Commander Kransor knelt before the young man in front of the veterans. He looked to the side of him, at Trooper Thrax. Would he kneel as well?
Supreme Commander Alor
Captain Ordo could see the 501st upon the steps of the Jedi Temple. He did not feel the thrill or power with the fact that he could kill them without them ever knowing. His hands, wrists, arms, and entire body was steady. No caffeine was needed for his prowess and alertness. He was one with himself, ready to complete his orders.
He double-checked his weapon, ammunition, droids, and secondary posts. All was ready, now for the order to go ahead...
Major General Celestial
"501st legion, today we attack the Jedi temple! Today the jedi die by our hands, and today, we become the strongest force in the Galaxy."
His expression of rallying came fromthe evil intent on his heart. All that raced through his mind, Padme, jedi, and the emperor. An ultimate victory it should be.
He heard a couple of "Hoo-rahs" from the troopers, it seemed they were ready. "We begin in five minutes, follow my lead."
Anakin approached the temple, hundreds of feet away. The march of hundereds of footsteps left him in shock. The perfect movement, the alignment, all of it so glorious. 300 feet left to the temple."Prepare for an attack!"
High Prophet Crozeus
Kransor followed unquestioningly. He called out on the personal link to the other troopers "Safeties off!" And heard the simultaneous clicking of thousands of DC-15 variants. He then clicked his com-link to Captain Skirata, warning him that they were going to engage, and he could begin his attack. There was no need to call out the timings.
As the column entered the temple, their boots defeaning on the acoustics of the great hall, there was a snap-hiss as Vader ignited his lightsaber. To Kransor, Thrax and the other troopers on the front line it illuminated the blue markings on their armour perfectly, and it appeared to Kransor that this was the right thing to do.
Vader seemed in complete control, calm, collected yet with fire in his eyes. The men of the 501st marched behind him, not knowing how many would come out.
Major General Celestial
An old woman, the jedi librarian, walked up to Anakin."Skywalker, why are you here?" Anakin just picked her up with the force, then ran her through. The younglings stood in awe, they were scared. A small boy came up to anakin and said,"Anakin, what are you doing?" Anakin just looked at the boy, hatred in his eyes, the lightsaber he was holding began to get hot. He cut his head off.
High Prophet Crozeus
The Jedi began to realise what was happening. Slowly they came forward, elders and younglings, librarians and a few knights and padawans. Kransor raised his fist and brought it down. Volleys of blue bolts tore into the Jedi, most being deflected but some finding their marks. They fell in swathes. Kransor keyed his com-link. "All units, advance and attack. Fire at will, rapid fire, close for quarters. Specialists, engage. You are cleared."
With that, he sprayed a group of Jedi coming for him. Beside him, the troopers fired quickly, methodically, as if they had been prepared for this all their lives. Kransor saw a youngling go down, chest burnt by bolts. He felt a pang of remorse, but he squeezed it out and carried on firing.
Supreme Commander Alor
An as quickly as that, the alarm was sounded. Jedi of all ages were gathering their sabers, or blasters, or sticks and just trying to survive the onslaught. Bright blue bolts of light broke the darkness as they burst forth from the muzzles of the DC-15's, some of which would never be fired again.
Ordo took careful aim, and ended the life of a Jedi Knight, who had leaped into the fray, about to slice into a few 501st Legionnaires.
Attaching an explosive bolt, he launched that into a small crowd of Jedi Younglings, and in five seconds, they were no more. He felt no remorse. The Jedi had betrayed his Republic, the High Command, the Senate. What he was doing was justified and also his orders. They did not feel the danger her presented, because it was not hatred or anger, but merely obeying.
Targeting another Knight, he targeted his head, and compensated for the movement, and in a few seconds, only charred remains were left.
Quickly, deftly, he moved from one site to his next, ready to attack and defend again.
High Prophet Crozeus
Commander Kransor watched as a Jedi, running towards him, had his head blown off by an excellent shot from the Commandos. He quickly selected a detail and proceeded into the archives. He brought his hand down, twice, in a chopping motion, and the men set about planting charges under cover, while two more scouted ahead. It was all so professional, Kransor began to feel like it was an ordinary mission. He walked forwards slowly, pausing to look at an open archive file on someone named Naga Sadow.
Kransor came to the door and forced it open. He was suddenly thrown back, and he smashed into a table. The world went white for a second, and as Kransor came back, it was to smoke, blaster bolts and the hum of lightsabers. He was hauled up by a trooper firing his DC-15 one handed, and Kransor saw his own on the other side of the room. He pulled his commando pistol from it's holster, and took account of what happened.
He and his 8 man detail, now 6, were under attack by 3 Jedi knights, 3 padawans and a master. Kransor keyed his personal link. "Thrax! Get me as many men you can spare to archive C now! On the double soldier!"
He fired into them ineffectively and was winded as his bolt smashed staright back into his armor, making him bend double. He drew his Echani made Vibrosword, a treasure from Felucia. The Jedi suddenly stumbled as another explosive pack went off, not affecting the troopers. Kransor gave the order to draw and advance as a knight went down, along with her padawan.
