Machines of War (Page 3 of 4)

that one did a flyby. you totally lost me there

oh... ha ha ha.... ( i think)

George shakes his head, and turns around and sees Bao placing the medpack on some guy. He approaches him and Mikaela, clears his throat and asks: "Excuse. Do you know who is in charge here, I have some important information?" He felt that somehow force was drained here, but he ignored that feeling.

George felt a breeze going through when Mikaela coldly said to follow her. He walked beside Mikaela and looked and a fallen Twi'lek body. Once again he remembered that Dark Hooded man killing those civilians like they were nothing. He turned his head around and looked at Mikaela. She tried her with his smile, but all he got was a cold look.  He thought that he really had no luck with women, but shook away that thought. He had more important matters now. Like who was Master Orcor. He thought that he knows that name, but he couldn't remember exactly.
So George was walking by Mikaela in silence. Waiting for her to get him to Master Orcor.

The ship closes in on the Jedi Temple. Few had ever dared to attack Coruscant before but now... this. A full on assault which seemed intent, not on capturing the Republic capital, but on leaving the planet void of life. It had been completely unexpected.

Even with emergency protocols the Republic had been unable to launch any new ships to attack the menacing threat above them before it unleashed hell on the planet. And whatever ships had been orbiting Coruscant were lost to the shockwave when the massive ship entered Coruscant space.

Suddenly the ship's beam fades as it moves to hover over the Jedi Temple.

...Jedi Temple...

Mikaela simply nods and moves towards the exterior of the Jedi Temple. Master Orcor was there. Somewhere.

...Outside the Jedi Temple...

He saw the pillars crack under a weight they could not longer sustain. Watched as the wall crumbled. He had tried to warn the Jedi but his voice had been drowned out by the clamers of terror and the overhanging doom. The Jedi was crushed beneath a portion of the crumbling Temple's exterior wall.

Keir rushes forward towards the Jedi, looking around for help. Where the hell was everyone? He looks down at the aged Jedi. He is alive but his entire lower body is crushed. Blood drips from his open mouth as his eyes blink slowly. Keir considers simply leaving the Jedi. He would die even if Keir helped him.

Keir shakes his head. The ship stops overhead. It is a promising turn of events. He is probably going to die so he decides he might as well help while he could.This Jedi might even have useful information. About what was happening. Or where the Jedi escape pods were.

He pushes his shoulder against the rubble, throwing his weight in behind him, trying with all his might to lift the crumbled wall off the Jedi's body. It doesn't budge. He looks around and sees three figures exiting the Temple.

He waves frantically. "Hey, over here!"

...Meanwhile...

Mikaela notices a man waving his arms about like a mad man. She barely catches what he says but immediately rushes to him. Perhaps someone was hurt. She needed to look for Orcor but as a Jedi is obligated to help. She nears the man and notices a body at his feet, crushed beneath a portion of wall.

She recognizes the man and gasps, rushing to his side. "Master!" she cries.

Keir nods. "He's alive but barely. Ain't going to last long. Are you Jedi? We need to get this s**t off him."

"The loss of your padawan is troubling, Grand Master Skywalker."

The whole council eyed Tran judgmentally, even haughtily. Master Ti'gla frowned menacingly. Master Grom's expression wasn't as openly hostile, but perhaps even more contemptuous.

"How can the rest of the students be expected to follow the Jedi Code when the Grand Master's own pupil has committed such things," Grom continued. "Your first padawan becoming a grey Jedi is one thing, but this...This is unacceptable."

"I wonder...is it the history of your bloodline that makes your students turn aside from the Jedi path...Or your own inadequacy as a Jedi?" Ti'gla interjected with a sneer.

Tran stood straight, still, unflinching under the interrogation of the council. He had foreseen this.

"I offer no explanation or defense," he said. "My students are trained in the Jedi ways just as yours are. I do not make their choices for them. They have free will, and will choose the path they deem the wisest. I have faith that my teachings will guide them, either now or in years to come when they have more understanding."

"Until then, your students are becoming a corrupting force in this order!" said Grom.

"Two students in twenty years hardly constitutes a force."

"Your ability to guide this council has come into question, therefore we recommend you be relieved of your duties as Grand Master until a thorough investigation can be made!" Ti'gla said.

"That is a matter for the whole council to decide, Master Ti'gla," said an aged Rodian in broken Basic. "You may put it to a vote if you wish, but do not speak for us in this decision."

Tran winced at the memory. Hyperspace always brought visions to him...past...present...future...

"I hate spacetravel!" he said to himself.

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(Coruscant)

Bao hurries to the far side of the rubble.

"Lift, through the Force. The three of us can get this off of him!" he yells.

Stretching out his arms, he telekinetically grips the wall segment and thrusts upward. The size and weight are immense. Don't let that distract you he tells himself. Feel the Force welling up underneath it, lifting it like a flood.

The walls trembles.

"Get ready to pull him out!" he gasps to Keir.

I Am Jedi

Forgot to mention, Vertoes have the ability to... condense their forms so they're roughly the size of normal Transformers. This happens on occassion when they are addressing the Agon or other smaller species in non-hostile ways.
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Mikaela closes her eyes, focusing through the Force, lending her powers to help lift the rubble off Orcor. Keir quickly grabs the Jedi Master under his arms and pulls him from beneath the hovering rocks. The trio of Jedi Knights take deep breaths and cut their concentration, the rubbling tumbling to the ground once more.

Mikaela puts her arm behind Orcor's neck, lifting the upper portion of his body so he can spit out the blood in his mouth. "My girl... you must leave... this place," he coughs.

Mikaela shakes her head, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I won't leave you, Master."

Orcor raises a weary hand towards Mikaela's face but it falls short. He looks at Mikaela's face, his eyes glazed as if he isn't really looking at her, however, but beyond her. To another place perhaps. Another time.

"He told me to wait," he begins slowly. "Told me they would come... come to take it. Many years I was to wait... many, many years," he takes a raggedy breath, "was to... protect their secret... but now... others come..."

He leans his head back against Mikaela's arm so he can look at the colossal ship which looms above the Temple. "They come for it... and they will not stop... until it is in their grasp..."

Orcor moves his other hand, drawing attention to it. His bony, bloody fingers are clasped tightly around something small which seems to glow faintly. He looks back at Mikaela with an empty smile.

"I must... protect..." he gasps, his head rolling back against Mikaela's arm again so he is now starring up at Keir who stands above him, looking on with a solemn demeanor.

"You," he smiles, joy emerging in his dark eyes, "within you... lies a true soldier... fearless and strong... willing to fight..." he pauses and his voice lowers to a whisper, escaping the notice of his audience. "If you only... knew the costs..."

Orcor gathers his strength, lifting the hand withthe object in it towards Keir. "You must... protect their secret..."

Keir grabs Orcor's hand, slowly removing the amulet wrapped around Orcor's fingers. For a moment, Keir merely stares at the strangely glowing amulet but then looks back the dying Jedi.

Orcor nods slightly. The man didn't understand but perhaps he need not. Not now. Now he needed to leave, to take their secrets with him. Beams of lights flash across the ground around them. It seems the invaders were looking for survivors.

The ship above rumbles and doors along its belly open. Beams emerge from these openings and large... objects begn to decent on the Temple roof. Orcor turns to Mikaela again, fear in his eyes.

"Leave this place... my dear girl," he coughs. "Leave me here... now..." he adds, pushing Mikaela away. "They are coming..."

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Orcor's amulet (The Amulet of Altus'Dura): http://s2.fileave.com/thumb_dura.jpg

Change to the Verto "condensing forms"... they can now also condense into human sized forms (there is going to be a Verto human form in my new sig so you can look at that to kinda get the visual image of what they look like). They just keep getting better!    Be back soon to post. 
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George shook his head in disbelief, as he was standing up. Fate? Guardian? Path? Pain? Loss? Betrayal? He looked up towards that ship. Those Vei' something. He thought that he should stay here. It is better to die than to have destiny playing with your life, but then he saw something in the distance. He reached out with the force, and felt nothing but darkness. He looked back at Orcor and Mikaela, and he placed his hand on her shoulder.
"C'mon, Mikaela, something dark is coming. I can feel them. We must go now!" For the first time in his life, George was scared. But he did not let it show that. He placed his left hand on his lightsaber, and he felt safer. More secure.
Master Orcor said something about him being a Guardian. But he didn't have time to think about that know.
"Mikaela?" His voice was cold as he called her, but you could still see uncertainty and fear on his face.