RELIVING HISTORY BUT BREAKING THE CYCLE
GEONOSIS
OBJ 2
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Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
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Rides
"Enterprise" Station Ship
Vigilant Reaper
Null Vector
Speederbike
Iron Psalm
Gear/Armor
Gear(“Bodycam” Datapad, UAD Drone, link to Seraphim AI and Nanotech included)
Lightblaster
Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
Throwing Lightknives
Force Blinding Flashbangs
RI-17 Rifle-w-MS-0412 Grenade Launcher
SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
Muscle enhancements.
Hemo enhancements for blood flow
Hawkeye implants for eyes
Advanced Medical Implant
Scentzy
Injected Nanotech upgrades
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Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise
The war had already begun.
Geonosis burned.
The horizon was a jagged line of explosions, artillery flashes bursting against the red sky like lightning trapped in a sandstorm. Columns of Republic walkers pushed across the dunes while waves of ancient Separatist droids poured from caverns and shattered hives.
Someone had woken an army that should have stayed buried.
Connel Vanagor watched it all through the narrow visor of his Shadow mask.
The Vigilant Reaper roared just meters above the sand, its engines tearing a wake through the dust clouds. Blasterfire stitched the air around them as Geonosian cannons woke up across the battlefield. Streaks of blue, green and red peppered with explosive clouds of powder littered the skies.
Inside the hold, the REEK rattled against its clamps.
Jeremiel sat behind the controls like a man about to drive straight through the gates of hell.
[Three seconds], Michael Angellus’ voice crackled over the squad channel from the cockpit. Even through the comms, Connel could hear the grin.
Three? Gabriel muttered.
Two now, Michael added cheerfully.
Azrael snorted.
That kid is enjoying this way too much.
Raphael slammed the charging handle on Bertha, the massive rotary cannon whining to life with a predator’s purr.
Good, Raphael said.
I was worried this was gonna be boring.
Sariel crouched on the REEK’s forward rail, rifle already braced against his shoulder. Across the battlefield, commander droids began issuing orders. Sariel fired. One shot. A droid’s head exploded in a shower of sparks.
Correction, Sariel said calmly.
Was boring.
The REEK clamps released.
GO! Jeremiel barked.
The vehicle dropped out of the Reaper like a meteor. For a heartbeat the world was nothing but gravity and red sky. Then the REEK hit the ground.
Hard.
Suspension screamed. Sand exploded in a massive plume as Jeremiel gunned the engines and the armored beast tore forward across the battlefield like an enraged animal. Behind them the Vigilant Reaper climbed, engines screaming skyward. Weapons firing, from larger rotary cannons to even larger mass drivers all hammering the landscape and turning targets into craters.The REEK surged through the chaos, crushing debris and dodging enemy fire as its guns joined the cacophony. Sariel picked off targets with lethal precision, his focus unwavering. Around them, the battlefield transformed into a storm of fire, smoke, and shattered metal. Raphael was shooting anything “Clanker”. They were drawing a lot of attention away from the climbing gunship.
And from its open bay—
Five black shapes fell into the chaos. The Reaper Drop. Connel hit the ground in a roll, boots digging into the red sand as blasterfire streaked overhead. Azrael landed beside him like a falling hammer. Gabriel came down in a controlled slide, already raising his rifle. Bren Alazar—Michael to the squad—hit the ground last, detonator already in hand.
Across the battlefield the REEK tore through a formation of B1 droids.
Raphael stood in the rear hatch like a war god. Bertha spun. The minigun unleashed a hurricane. Droids disintegrated in a storm of molten metal.
HAHAHAHA! Raphael bellowed.
Contact left, Sariel called from the vehicle. Two more precise shots. Two more commanders dropped. The droid formations faltered instantly.
Raguel rotated the turret cannon. BOOM. A cluster of battle droids vanished in a rolling explosion. The REEK plowed through the smoke without slowing. Inside the vehicle Jeremiel grinned.
Alright, he said calmly.
Let’s go cause some problems. He flicked the controls. Autodrive engaged.
Jeremiel stood up. Behind them the REEK continued racing forward—now unmanned—straight toward a massive artillery emplacement.
Back on the battlefield floor, Connel ignited DAY. The Golden blade snapped to life with a violent hiss.
Around them, droids began redirecting. Too late. Omega Squad moved like a storm. Azrael’s detonator arced through the air. Gabriel cut through a droid line with brutal precision. Alazar slid across the sand and dropped two super battle droids before they could even raise their arms.
Connel stepped forward. Blaster bolts came from every direction. His saber became a golden whirlwind. Metal bodies fell in pieces. Through the Force he could feel the battlefield shifting. Republic troops pushing. Jedi lightsabers igniting in the distance.
And somewhere beyond it all—
The Archduke.
Connel’s jaw tightened beneath the mask.
You started this.
The ground shook.
Behind the droid artillery battery, the unmanned REEK slammed into the emplacement at full speed. Raguel’s cannon fired one last time. The entire artillery nest erupted into a massive fireball. Across the battlefield Republic forces cheered as the barrage suddenly stopped.
Sariel’s voice came over the comm.
[Artillery neutralized.]
Raphael laughed.
Told you this would be fun.] Connel deactivated his saber for a moment, watching the smoke rise into the Geonosian sky.
Around them the war continued.
But Omega Squad had already changed the battlefield.
Michael (Alazar, not Angellus) keyed the squad channel.
[Alright, Reapers], Connel said calmly. His voice was ice.
[Now we find whoever is responsible for this.]
A pause, and a look at Connel, he knew.
Then Michael Angellus chimed in from the cockpit.
[Jophiel standing by], he said.
[Try not to break the planet before I land again.]
Raphael chuckled.
[No promises, kid.]
And somewhere across the burning sands of Geonosis…
A target waited, aware, unaware, doesn’t matter.