Private Lost Republic

[CT-1271 "Jah"]

The wind swept across the arid plains, a breeze cutting through the night air. Saleucami summers were blistering, but the evening afforded some comfort to those who called it their home. Rolling over the flat land, the breeze passed over a deep chasm, nestling an ancient Republic Corvette. Battle-scarred, and covered with centuries of decay. Rust crept along the sides of its durasteel hull.

Modified for prolonged covert operations, its distress transmission lay dormant until emergency power was redirected from the jammer to more vital operations, such as the security turrets, life support, and the stasis chambers. Two chambers of which had already lost power, the occupants long dead, only one remaining, on the edge of death. The ship's power supply had long remained steady, but it was finally reaching it's last legs. The pilot console flashes red, calling for help, waiting on help from a lost Republic. A faint power signature slipped from the chasm, calling to any who might go looking. The corvette may have hoped for rescue one day, but it had given up long before the power systems would.

To the lucky scavenger, they'd find archeological gold. This particular vessel housed an experimental cloaking unit, still in the infancy of design, waiting to be taken. Then there was the ship in its entirety, a relic from a bygone era, out of time and displaced. The hard part wasn't getting the tech out, but making sure the ancient security didn't fill you with blaster holes. A few bodies already littered the halls, not all from the days of the Republic. To security, all were members of the CIS.

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A blaster bolt shot hot into the Clone Trooper’s head, sending him to the ground. The squad captain pressed himself against the durasteel table, returning fire. Another Clone Trooper caught a bolt in the chest, right on the covert ops insignia. Thinking quickly, Jah rolls out, firing a lucky shot. The blaster fire went cold, the deserter along with it. Another dream-like memory flashed through CT-1271’s head. On a dark night, hidden by foliage, he looks through a pair of binoculars, giving the soldier next to the go ahead. The droid captain falls to the ground like the ring of a bell, signaling the fire fight to begin. The Clone Wars raged on in the ARC's mind, violent as the Pike Syndicate, everlasting as the storms on Kamino.

Caught in stasis, Jah relived countless missions over and over. Some that never happened, others which he wished hadn’t. Sometimes the war ended, peace brought to the galaxy. Far more often did the Republic lose, locked under a metallic heel. There was some part of Jah that knew how locked he’d been dormant. It felt like being flung into space, floating for centuries. It was his own personal purgatory, where no escape was the only thing echoed.

Luckily for him and the vessel, rescue was soon to come... If not a bit late.

Mellifluous Magenta Laphisto

 

[Laphisto]

A flash would appear in orbit of the planet a single Forray class corvette jumping into the system. The old Republic ship the Conquests agenda - far older than the clone Corvette - was still running on republic codes and transmissions when it caught the SOS signal of the ship all the way in the kalinda system. When it had came acrossed the ships dash it was at first assumed to be a glitch in the old software. But after some closer inspections it was decoded and identified.

With the Orders history with taking inspiration from clone wars technology due to a few of the R&D department having an obsession with the era the Forray rushed for the surface making several surface scans and pinning back the ships signal as well as its own Republic codes in hopes of speaking the signals return.

Standing at the bridge Laphisto gripped his chin in thought, eyes falling closed for a moment and his head tilted to the side. He reached out with the force letting it guid him. His left hand extended outwards and tilting one way or the next like a compass. Before suddenly he exclaimed " halt here put us down on the ground "

The ship rounded around before finding a landing spot threw hundred meters from the casm.
the loading ramp lowered and Laphisto stepped forwards. His eyes flashing a teal blue with five soldiers following behind him. If anything they would find valuable data and possibly a new schematic to add to the orders fleet. If they were lucky they might gain some viable tech.

CT-1271 "Jah"

 

[CT-1271 "Jah"]

As a small rodent creature skittered through the durasteel hall, it was suddenly vaporized, the security turret's motion sensor clicked a few moments after. When the metal guardian was sure of the ship's safety, it ascended back into the ceiling. Time had corroded a lot the ship's faculties, biometric scanners couldn't tell the organic from the metallic and so on. The only scanners which remained some what functional were the motion activated ones. You had to give to these old ship designers. They knew how to make a craft last far beyond their years.

The console flashed brighter, a different color lighting up the pilot's seat. The ship sensed an incoming craft, the radar didn't give an exact place but it knew someone were coming. Power surges went throughout the ship, the cloaking unit came in and out of use. It was as if the ship was fading from reality but would pulled back just before it could slip away. The corvette shimmered and would be gone, then it be back again. It continued on like this for a few moments until it finally gave out. Power was being pushed entirely to security and the stasis chambers.

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Blaster fire flew through the air, catching the Commando in the leg, he toppled over, falling down a muddy embankment. He was knocked into unconsciousness. When he awoke, he lay next to a river, coursing with a fury. His leg burned, but stood anyway, limping to the river. Just then, a blaster bolt hit the ground next to him, charring the muddy ground. Jah stood meters from him, on top of the embankment. His DC-17 leveled at the Commando's chest.

"Come quietly, no need to die." Jah, kept his blaster trained on him. The other clone's eyes shifted under his helmet, looking to the river, then back to his pursuer. In this dream, sometimes the Command bested Jah, others he simply escaped. This time he'd die. The Commando leapt for the river but just before he reached the water a bolt would pierce his chest.

Jah relived this ones a lot, more than the rest.

Laphisto

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto and teh soldiers began to repel down the cliffside, slowly making their way down the chasm before eventually landing on the exterior of the ship's hull. Kneeling and placing a hand on the ship's hull, he pushed the force through him and down into the boat. Using his Precognition to try and find a viable entry point. He saw himself and the others dropping into the hallway, turrets opening fire and decimating him and his men, a soft frown etching on his face before picking up his hand and moving to a different spot, even attempting to find other sections or pathways from where he was.

but every path leads to most, if not all, of his team being killed in the initial drop-in. Caught in a hallway between two turret systems, even with their advanced LO-56A MKII armor, they couldn't cover in time before facing some casualties. And so he continued to make his way along the ship's hull, searching for the bridge, though with the rock and stone in the way, they could only make it about halfway, so he searched again and again before eventually finding what he was looking for. A safe way in would give him and his men enough time to operate effectively and safely.

Plunging his saber down into the ship hull, he slowly moved to make a square cut, the large chunk of metal falling into the droid storage compartment, the inside turret being cut away and falling with the rest of the hull.

dropping in, laphisto was the first to land, crouching down and looking around, making sure it indeed was safe before motioning the others inside. " All right, we get to the bridge. Disable the security system, and then we can download the ship schematics and the black box. maybe we can gain access to other republic sites that have yet to have been looted"

CT-1271 "Jah"