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Eclipse of Dathomir 9-Retreat
//MISSION LOG// ... //CT-0656// … //DOWNLOADING// … //AUTHORIZING// … //VALIDATING// … //ACCESS GRANTED// … //BEGIN LOG// ...
“Command, this is CT-0656, assigned to the GAR scientific research division, currently under the command of Admiral Tarkin and clone Marshal CC-1717. The admiral requests immediate extraction from our temporary research base two clicks south of the Dathomirian catacombs; we’ve had numerous encounters with hostiles, which may very well be on their way here right no—”.
Speak of the devil. Unintentionally right on cue, the Nightsisters and possessed Nightbrothers make their way around the base, in some sort of flanking maneuver intended to surround the clones standing guard next to the research base’s entry tunnel. CT-0656’s level of alert rises a couple notches, as he quickly speaks to the holographic standing before him.
“Mayday, mayday! We’ve made contact, requesting immediate extraction, I repeat: requesting immediate extr—”.
“Trooper watch out!”
It’s already too late. As CT-0656 turns to face Tarkin, a few meters ahead, he feels a sharp object insert itself into his back armor plate. His screams are silenced when the pain finally reaches his neck, destroying his spine and skull as he slams hard onto the concrete landing pad. Hopefully his message was clear enough; all that’s left to do is redirect it using the research base’s integrated communications antenna which, in theory, will, hopefully, successfully broadcast the message to all nearby Republic channels. The uncertainty there lies in the fact that since the research party’s arrival on Dathomir, they’ve experienced severe and highly unusual meteorological phenomena. The base has been hit with irregular quantities of high speed winds, almost as if the spirits of the dead on this planet were trying to communicate a simple message to the clones: leave. That said, the experimental equipment brought down to the surface, sensors and such, have been greatly damaged. The chance of the message getting to the ears of the nearest fleet admiral and his warships is very low, but as of right now, it cannot fail.
“CT-0786, get on that antenna, I want this message gone yesterday”.
“Sir, yes sir”.
CT-0786 answers from his guard post up above, conveniently located next to the antenna’s control panel.
“Fifty percent, sir. Eighty percent. Ninety”.
The upload is so quick, the Nightsisters barely have time to react. They give it a shot anyway; two of them send bolts of green energy in the clone medic’s direction, while three more pronounce incomprehensible incantations.
“Upload completed si—”.
The clone medic’s sentence is cut short, as a huge explosion originating from the comms panel, and the Nightsisters magic bolts before that, projects CT-0786 off the landing pad. Barely a few seconds later, the main door to the base is breached from the inside: the clones’ detainee has escaped.
“Retreat! Fall back!”
Despite all the sounds of sizzling bolts of blaster fire and wizard incantations, Tarkin’s voice can clearly be heard above all others. He’s ordering a retreat, meaning the battle is lost and the clones must await the extraction shuttle. Hopefully, help is on the way...
//PLAYBACK COMPLETE// ... //LOG ENDED//
Well, after a delay in the release of this build due to it getting pushed back by the previous MOC, I am proud to present to you Part 9, the finale, of the Dathomir collab. If you’d like to see the previous eight parts, head over to my Instagram stories (@emazingbrix) where you’ll find a highlight dedicated to the full collaboration. Hope everybody enjoyed this collaboration as much as we did, a huge thanks to everyone for the love and support. C&C always welcome, cya!
Eclipse of Dathomir 9-Retreat
//MISSION LOG// ... //CT-0656// … //DOWNLOADING// … //AUTHORIZING// … //VALIDATING// … //ACCESS GRANTED// … //BEGIN LOG// ...
“Command, this is CT-0656, assigned to the GAR scientific research division, currently under the command of Admiral Tarkin and clone Marshal CC-1717. The admiral requests immediate extraction from our temporary research base two clicks south of the Dathomirian catacombs; we’ve had numerous encounters with hostiles, which may very well be on their way here right no—”.
Speak of the devil. Unintentionally right on cue, the Nightsisters and possessed Nightbrothers make their way around the base, in some sort of flanking maneuver intended to surround the clones standing guard next to the research base’s entry tunnel. CT-0656’s level of alert rises a couple notches, as he quickly speaks to the holographic standing before him.
“Mayday, mayday! We’ve made contact, requesting immediate extraction, I repeat: requesting immediate extr—”.
“Trooper watch out!”
It’s already too late. As CT-0656 turns to face Tarkin, a few meters ahead, he feels a sharp object insert itself into his back armor plate. His screams are silenced when the pain finally reaches his neck, destroying his spine and skull as he slams hard onto the concrete landing pad. Hopefully his message was clear enough; all that’s left to do is redirect it using the research base’s integrated communications antenna which, in theory, will, hopefully, successfully broadcast the message to all nearby Republic channels. The uncertainty there lies in the fact that since the research party’s arrival on Dathomir, they’ve experienced severe and highly unusual meteorological phenomena. The base has been hit with irregular quantities of high speed winds, almost as if the spirits of the dead on this planet were trying to communicate a simple message to the clones: leave. That said, the experimental equipment brought down to the surface, sensors and such, have been greatly damaged. The chance of the message getting to the ears of the nearest fleet admiral and his warships is very low, but as of right now, it cannot fail.
“CT-0786, get on that antenna, I want this message gone yesterday”.
“Sir, yes sir”.
CT-0786 answers from his guard post up above, conveniently located next to the antenna’s control panel.
“Fifty percent, sir. Eighty percent. Ninety”.
The upload is so quick, the Nightsisters barely have time to react. They give it a shot anyway; two of them send bolts of green energy in the clone medic’s direction, while three more pronounce incomprehensible incantations.
“Upload completed si—”.
The clone medic’s sentence is cut short, as a huge explosion originating from the comms panel, and the Nightsisters magic bolts before that, projects CT-0786 off the landing pad. Barely a few seconds later, the main door to the base is breached from the inside: the clones’ detainee has escaped.
“Retreat! Fall back!”
Despite all the sounds of sizzling bolts of blaster fire and wizard incantations, Tarkin’s voice can clearly be heard above all others. He’s ordering a retreat, meaning the battle is lost and the clones must await the extraction shuttle. Hopefully, help is on the way...
//PLAYBACK COMPLETE// ... //LOG ENDED//
Well, after a delay in the release of this build due to it getting pushed back by the previous MOC, I am proud to present to you Part 9, the finale, of the Dathomir collab. If you’d like to see the previous eight parts, head over to my Instagram stories (@emazingbrix) where you’ll find a highlight dedicated to the full collaboration. Hope everybody enjoyed this collaboration as much as we did, a huge thanks to everyone for the love and support. C&C always welcome, cya!