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[Shen: King of Digimon]

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In the expansive Galaxy, the clone wars came to it's close as reconstruction came. The empire, pirate factions, splinter rebel factions and countless other groups began to expand like wildfire. This is where you shall start your story.

Weather your a imperial officer, rebel, droid, Jedi, sith, or even a Jawa the possibilities are endless. Make your own story and even meet up with other players or against otherplayers to make the galaxy your kind of Galaxy.

Now the stories are unfold.....

 

[FrostCrispz]

Raden flew across the sky like a lightsaber through paper. "It should be here..." He said quietly. Dina walked through the door. "Isn't it time yet?" She asked. Raden pointed out a ship close by. "Hutt. Sasha the Hutt." He said. Pulling closer, a transmission came in. "Ugha retora hetre?" Sasha asked in Huttese. A translator on the ship translated it to, "Got the goods?" Raden hit a Y to signal yes. An ejector launched a cell holding a man into the cargo hold of the Huttese ship. In return, they were given a radio hacker.

 

[Shen: King of Digimon]

.............

The C-CROC class cruiser dropped out of hyperspace, meeting with the sight of a green planet below. Felucia. Such a dangerous world because of all the wildlife, and even the republic and Confederacy declared it an asset, for reasons Null had no idea. As dangerous as it could be, there were supplies down there that could be of use.

Null, the augmented battle droid pilot of the ship, equipped his weaponry, mainly consisting of poison and toxic weaponry, because of the largley organic planet. He suited up, attaching neurotoxin grenades to a belt sashes around his shoulder. He passed Zeck, his B-2 second in command, who was scanning the surface.

"The battlefield has mostly been picked clean by the Empire." The B-2 said. "We would be hard pressed to find much. I would suggest you go down and search the caverns, as many caverns there are, the Empire is certain to miss one."

"Your not coming with?" Null asked.

"If you get out offline down there, I will take your place as the leader of this vessel, I would be faulty to pass that up."

"Hard to believe you really have an expanded A.I. Processor..."

"I have more discipline than some, which speaking of, you should be going down to the surface."

Null silently agreed as he went past Zeck and walked down many of hallways to reach a starViper class fighter, wings tucked tightly to its side. He approached the cockpit of the vessel and climbed in with a mechanical lift. After he had entered, the starViper roared to life with an electrical boom, the starViper lifting off, wings extending in front of it like solar panels

 

[Dapper_Cat]

Admiral Marcus Harrack looked out through the viewport from the bridge of his Imperial II-Class Star Destroyer, 'The Resilience.' A fitting name, he thought. Stormtroopers patrolled the bridge, as well as the rest of the ship, going about their daily duties. Most would be bored to be guarding one of the Core Worlds instead of putting down insurgents in the outer rim, but Harrack knew his men were enjoying the peace and quiet while it lasted. They wouldn't be there long, and when they were gone, it was back to putting down rebels and losing more good soldiers.

Qrow Kharaje crouched down above the piece of metal as he took aim with his cycler rifle at his target. Three hundred yards, no big deal, right? It really wasn't, considering it was just a hologram at a firing range. The Kiffar pulled the trigger, and his cycler rifle fired. It hit its target dead on in a shot that would have killed them were they a living being. Qrow nodded to himself, satisfied with the shot. Turns out Nar Shaddaa had some great places to test one's aim.

 

[Shen: King of Digimon]

The StarViper cut through the atmosphere like a sleek knife as it went down into Felucia's lower stratosphere. Once war torn forests had now overgrown since the battles. The large flora blooming wildly amongst every foot of the forest. It was hard to see from the air through the trees and plantlife, so Null made the decision to land.

The StarViper's wings folded back to it's sides as it began to decend down to a clearing of tall blue grass, surrounded by huge glowing plants. The ship touched down with the sound of Hydraulics. The cockpit opened as the B-1 battle droid hopped down from the fighter.

He looked about the clearing, seeing no hostile wildlife so far, so he cautiously started to search. He had mapped the battle of Felicia, according to the records. Zeck made sure of that. But the way he was going, there seemed like no sign that a battle had even been fought.

Then soemthing caught his eye, a large steel walker that was split in half, out of the center came the bark of a tree.

An AT-TE. So this IS the battlefield...

 

[Dapper_Cat]

After setting up a few more courses, which he also completed, Qrow slung his cycler rifle into the sling on his back. It was time he got a move on. The smuggler left the firing range and headed towards the docking pad. While there, he marveled at his ship. Others often called it a "flying brick," and it did look the part, but it was very useful, and it served the Kiffar well. He stepped aboard his ship and made his way to the cockpit, then began to prepare for take-off.

 

[Shen: King of Digimon]

The droid walked along to mossy ground, keeping his sensors focused on any unusual structures or metals that could be used for his cause.

Zeck was right, they did a good job picking this battleground clean. Hard to believe the evidence of such a battle could be rid of so easily. Does the empire truly have that ammount of resources?

Null cautiously approached where the droid line used to be during the Clone wars. Not any trace of their existance was there. Either they had been picked clean by the empire or overgrown by the native flora. Then something caught his eye. A odd shaped weapon laid on the ground. It lacked the residue of any of the relics of the war, and it had a shine like it had just come off the factory... An E-11...

As soon as he mentally peiced it together, shots rang out, energy blasts heard in the distance, the clash of small arms rattling the forests, sending many colorful birds out of thier branches and into the air. The sound of organics fighting, most certainly imperials. What are they doing here? Perhaps their salvage operation isn't Complete...

 

[Delta_Ace]

A LAAT slowly descended into a clearing on Felucia, the remnant of a large-scale battle during the end of the clone wars. The clearing, it seemed, was a remnant of some kind of droid transport that had been destroyed and had plants growing on top of it. The ship was nearly fully covered, but it still made for a flat enough surface for landing. As it landed, out stepped a man wearing very old, clone wars-era armor. It was primarily blue, with a pauldron and kama, barely stitched together by a few super-magnets. The armor had cracks all along it, and the color was fading. The man inside was an ARC Trooper, one of the republic's elite, when it still existed. As far as he knew, he was the last of his kind left. He walked out of the clearing and into a denser part of the Felucian Jungle, basically walking blind. He continued walking until he heard movement, and turned towards it to see two stormtroopers inspecting something.

Hm. Well, this will be an easy kill. Sorry, boys, but you chose the wrong side.

He pulled out his dual blaster pistols and sent two quick bolts into the air, each of them landing right in the back of the helmet of the stormtroopers. What he didn't know, however, was that there were more, just out of his sight, and he was quickly spotted. He had to hide behind a tree to catch his bearings, occasionally firing from behind the tree.

 

[Shen: King of Digimon]

Null decided to investigate where the hostiles were. He slowly scaled the side of a fungus infested brush, poking his head up above a fallen tree while still hidden in the flora of the forest.

There was a battle taking place for sure. Troopers in white, shooting voraciously at some kind of enemy in front of their lines. The troopers used cover that was set up, seemingly steel barricades of sorts. The storm troopers seemed to be firing at a group...of resistance fighters?

The rebellious people had white helmets and camo clad clothes and armors, very similar to what he had heard rebels to use. There was some kind of big engagement here, what about? He couldn't help but wonder. But before he could quite articulate a plan, he heard a forboding sound

...Clank....

?? Sounds like something...almost mechanical.

Clank...

Some kind of hydrolics perhaps? There's no way to be certain.

CLANK!

All of a sudden, a tree fell down near the storm troopers, a foot of a large walker of unknown orgin seeming to step right into the action. The grey walker stood on its powerful four legs and shot a few dangerous artillery blasts at their position. The imperial walker sending them into a retreat.

What have I got myself into?

 

[Dapper_Cat]

"Admiral, communique from Captain Lindholm from Felucia, requesting assistance. They've reported a threat on the surface of Felucia. As they've only a token force there and one walker, they're requesting assistance to make sure the insurgents are dealt with." A communcations officer called to Admiral Harrack.
"Very well. Run it through with Imperial Command to request permission to bring along the Resilience, two I-Class Star Destroyers, and their trooper compliments." Harrack replied. Moments later, the same officer reported that they gained permission. "Very well, prepare to jump." The Resilience jumped to hyperspace moments later, soon followed by two other Star Destroyers. Harrack doubted that Captain Lindholm needed their assistance, but it was better to be safe than sorry, he supposed. "Prepare troopers for jungle combat."

 

[Shen: King of Digimon]

.......

What's that?

Zeck, still Orbiting Felucia in the C-ROC class cruiser was standing in the bridge when something began to ping. The Super Battle Droid walked over to which console was making the noise. It was the sensor relay...seeming to pick up some kind of hyperdrive activity. Something big was coming to this system.

The B-2 plugged in new coordinates for the C-ROC to hide, moving around to the other side of the planet to limit the detection radius. He then turned on the coms and called down to the surface.

"Null, ships are approaching, at the very least two. We need to initiate a retreat."

....

There was no response down from the surface. It was strange, since Null was very punctual about communications. Had he found any complications on the surface? There's no way the Super could tell, he could only maneuver the ship to relative safety as he awaited word from the surface

 

[Delta_Ace]

Junior was still a bit away from the main battle, but his skirmish was still tough. He fired from behind cover until he was sure he was no longer being fired at, and then the sound of giant footsteps was all he could he. He turned to look towards the sound, and he eagerly looked at it.

Oh my. That's not good. How I wish I wasn't alone right now.

He got out from behind the tree and ran into a thicker spot of vegetation, hoping to see some kind of weakness in the giant mechanical figure. He surveyed it, and noticed that the legs buckled, and looked poorly designed. "Maybe... There must be some way to bring it down..." He whispered to himself.