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Post by Force_Flow on Mar 8, 2007 17:20:22 GMT -4
This is an AU Clone Wars and early Rebellion era story, Starring Aayla Secura, and an OMC (Original Male Character).
It more or less follows the plot of ROTS, except that, when Palpatine orders the Execution of Order 66, Aayla survives due to the action of the OMC character.
Before I go any further, I should mention that my RPs tend to be slightly wacky, as evidenced by the following:
The OMC is a Sergeant Geoffrey Evans, of the 1st Battalion of the Welsh Guards (Yes, an Earthman. I said my ideas were wacky).
All the other characters are the correct Ep III characters.
I read somewhere that at one point Aayla was captured by the Seperatists, but eventually escaped/was freed/whatever. In this, Evans helps to facilitate her escape, and things go fromk there.....
Sergeant Geoffrey Evans: Me
Aayla Secura: Force_Flow
Commander Gree: Force_Flow
Clone Troopers: darthnotrevan
Senator Bail Organa: darthnotrevan
Palpatine(cameo): Smiley
Master Yoda (or Obi-Wan Kenobi): King Homer
Various Seperatists: Smiley
GM of this RP: tallboydave.
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Post by tallboydave on Mar 8, 2007 17:47:05 GMT -4
The ground squelched messily underneath the combat boots of the squad of 327th Star Corps clone troopers. The air on Felucia was damp and fetid, especially to the last man on the team who, unlike his comrades, was not wearing the armour of a Clone Trooper, but was also laden down with a big pack and a scoped rifle, which he held above his head. On the mans' sleeves were three wide 'V' chevrons, and his face was smeered with mud.
"Gawd..... A mans' life in the modern army, my foot... Never said nuffin about slogging arse-deep in alien mud while being shot at by a bunch of Meccano Men when I joined up." he grumbled.
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Post by Force_Flow on Mar 8, 2007 18:27:27 GMT -4
A small, soft blue hand was laid on Evans' shoulder. "Hold your peace," said the Twi'lek General Aayla Secura with a small smile. "We're almost out of this." What I would give for a good, greasy nerfburger, she thought.
The colorful scenery around her was intoxicating. Behind her, she heard--and felt--the heavy, mechanized steps of the AT-TE, commandeered by sixteen members of the 327th Squad. In front of her, Bly was directing his troops into a clearing for a small break. Aayla closed her eyes. Yes, a break from this hard slog through mud and toil would be good for all of them.
Her detachment of troops were in action immediately, lighting a small fire and getting comfortable. She let out a breath of air, which humans would take as a sigh of relief. She dropped her bags unceremoniously to the ground and practically collapsed on them, shining in sweat.
"So much for the heavenly Force," said Commander Bly. As he removed his helmet, Aayla noticed he was smiling. She returned it. Bly turned to the assembled troops. "All right, men: dinner!"
There was a muffled shout of joy, and the men took form as hungry panther-lions as they devoured their rations eagerly.
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Post by tallboydave on Mar 8, 2007 18:44:40 GMT -4
Geoffrey Evans shut his eyes for a moment, and then nodded. "Yes, ma'am." He walked off a few paces, and took off his big pack, the anachronistic radio-telephone that hung there placed gently on the ground, as was the rifle. After that, he stretched out his tired muscles, and took his boots off to tip the mud out.
"Oooh, that's better." he said to himself, before he glanced up at the sky. 'Almost out of this... For some of us that's true, but not me. Who knows just what is in store for Sergeant Geoffrey Evans?' he thought glumly.
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Post by Force_Flow on Mar 8, 2007 18:51:01 GMT -4
Aayla felt like sleeping, knowing she couldn't, though. She'd wait until they were on the ship inbound for home, the Lusingar.
Home. That word sounded so good to Aayla. She let her eyes close, and soon she was daydreaming of nights in the Temple, sneaking off to raid the kitchens, or going into the restricted sections. She remembered one particulary nerve-jerking night when she stubbed her toe outside a Master's door, hiding herself with the Force. Thankfully, he had sneezed the same time she cursed, so she had went unnoticed.
Caught up in her fantasies, still, she opened her eyes to look at the sky. After the war, she reasoned with herself, she'd retire from the Order and live peacefully.
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Post by tallboydave on Mar 8, 2007 20:46:20 GMT -4
Suddenly, the R/T jangled softly as a message came in. Everyone fell silent as Evans picked up the reciever, and put the earphones on.
"This is Falcon Squad, we are recieving you, Falconer. We are at our staging point, and standing by for your orders, over."
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Post by Force_Flow on Mar 11, 2007 15:01:26 GMT -4
Aayla's head perked up to listen. As she got up on her elbows to listen for the response, her two lekkus curled around her neck giving her the strangest impression as though she was being choked. Something was wrong, she could tell. It was something in the air, growing larger, baffling her Force Senses.
She forced herself to listen to the R/T. She stood and stretched her arms. Her gaze travelled to a native avian bird as it crossed over the camp.
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Post by tallboydave on Mar 11, 2007 17:46:10 GMT -4
Evans whistled sharply, and waved one of the Troopers over.
"Hey Trooper... er, Vel, was it?" he asked. "What is this 'Order Zero dash Six dash Six' mean? It sounds important." For some reason, Evans felt himself put his hand on the Browning Hi-Power pistol on his belt, and partly drew it from the holster.
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Post by Force_Flow on Mar 11, 2007 18:28:22 GMT -4
Aayla straightened her back. Everyone stopped eating and put on their helmets, perhaps to talk without being disturbed. She heard someone cock their rifle, and Aayla turned around slowly, suddenly aware Bly was aiming at her.
She was forced into the middle of the clearing like a sheep. By now, everyone was aiming at her--save Evans.
Her danger sense kicked in, and it was giving her a headache. Adrenaline took hold. She reached for her lightsabers, but…
"Oh, no…"
OOC: Be back in two-three hours. Going to dinner.
Bly had them.
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Post by tallboydave on Mar 11, 2007 18:33:52 GMT -4
"What the bloody hell?!" Geoffrey swore, drawing a hand grenade from his belt, and taking the pin out. He then tossed the grenade amongst the rest of the squad to cause confusion, mainly because his hand grenades weren't really all that effective against armoured soldiers.
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