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Eclipse of Dathomir 8-Transport
The clones aboard Tarkin’s Nu-Class shuttle, Karkarodon’s Dread, staggered from side to side, as the shuttle’s cargo hold rumbled unceasingly, slowly conceding to the Nightsister’s dark magick and it’s tight, glowing, yellowish-green grasp on the vehicle.
“Hang on boys, it’s about to get real rough”.
The pilot’s warning could not possibly prepare the troopers on board for the crash they were about to live through; As the ship’s nose hit the ground with a loud thud, consequent sparks of electricity and crackling noises, both from the comlinks and the ship’s internal electric workings lit up the scene. The screams of the victims whose bodies were being crushed by the ship’s machinery, which was no longer located inside the ship’s core, but rather sporadically laid across the ground, could barely be made out amidst the chaos that now reigned the previously calm atmosphere. A final, overwhelmingly loud explosion knocked out all clones and other sentients present on the crash scene, plunging them into a short-lived coma.
“Lieutenant, gather your men and call us a transport at once”.
Tarkin’s voice broke through the now silent atmosphere of the crash scene, where clones were once again staggering to their feet, some doing so in futile attempts to get up. The second pilot, the one who’d alerted the troopers to the imminent crash and had somehow managed to survive it, jumped over his seat. Sliding down the lateral face of the downed shuttle, he kneeled a few meters farther to help a fellow brother get up.
“Leave him, there’s no time. This is war for Coruscant’s sake! We’ve managed to capture a live subject and it’s survived the crash in its cryostasis pod. We must bring it to Coruscant at once, no matter the cost or casualties. If we are to succeed, no time must be wasted”.
The admiral’s cold-hearted speech on the cost of winning the war obviously destabilized the pilot, even though he’d heard it from many others before. Like all clones, he couldn’t bear the thought of leaving a brother to agonise behind. After all, clones like him were bred with a strong sense of loyalty, not just to the jedi, but to their brothers as well...
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Well, after a slight delay in the release of this build, I am very proud to present to you Part 8 of the Dathomir collab. If you’d like to see the previous seven parts, head over to my Instagram stories (@emazingbrix) where you’ll find a highlight dedicated to the full collaboration. Stay tuned for the release of Part 9, the finale, on this very account in a few days! C&C always welcome, cya!
Eclipse of Dathomir 8-Transport
The clones aboard Tarkin’s Nu-Class shuttle, Karkarodon’s Dread, staggered from side to side, as the shuttle’s cargo hold rumbled unceasingly, slowly conceding to the Nightsister’s dark magick and it’s tight, glowing, yellowish-green grasp on the vehicle.
“Hang on boys, it’s about to get real rough”.
The pilot’s warning could not possibly prepare the troopers on board for the crash they were about to live through; As the ship’s nose hit the ground with a loud thud, consequent sparks of electricity and crackling noises, both from the comlinks and the ship’s internal electric workings lit up the scene. The screams of the victims whose bodies were being crushed by the ship’s machinery, which was no longer located inside the ship’s core, but rather sporadically laid across the ground, could barely be made out amidst the chaos that now reigned the previously calm atmosphere. A final, overwhelmingly loud explosion knocked out all clones and other sentients present on the crash scene, plunging them into a short-lived coma.
“Lieutenant, gather your men and call us a transport at once”.
Tarkin’s voice broke through the now silent atmosphere of the crash scene, where clones were once again staggering to their feet, some doing so in futile attempts to get up. The second pilot, the one who’d alerted the troopers to the imminent crash and had somehow managed to survive it, jumped over his seat. Sliding down the lateral face of the downed shuttle, he kneeled a few meters farther to help a fellow brother get up.
“Leave him, there’s no time. This is war for Coruscant’s sake! We’ve managed to capture a live subject and it’s survived the crash in its cryostasis pod. We must bring it to Coruscant at once, no matter the cost or casualties. If we are to succeed, no time must be wasted”.
The admiral’s cold-hearted speech on the cost of winning the war obviously destabilized the pilot, even though he’d heard it from many others before. Like all clones, he couldn’t bear the thought of leaving a brother to agonise behind. After all, clones like him were bred with a strong sense of loyalty, not just to the jedi, but to their brothers as well...
... //END// ...
Well, after a slight delay in the release of this build, I am very proud to present to you Part 8 of the Dathomir collab. If you’d like to see the previous seven parts, head over to my Instagram stories (@emazingbrix) where you’ll find a highlight dedicated to the full collaboration. Stay tuned for the release of Part 9, the finale, on this very account in a few days! C&C always welcome, cya!