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The Clone Wars

Knightfall Finale: Two Part Volume

The unfolding plot against the Jedi too vast to thoroughly comprehend in the moment. The major new the Clone Wars  had eroded much of what remained of the republic’s will power, but was this Jedi insurrection that… or was another usurper hard at work?

“Vallen..” murmured the adolescent Nelvaan as the two left the room in preparation for the gunship’s arrival. Kohanna reached down into a sleeve of his satchel. A slight jingle was made bringing out a saber from the collection he had gathered of fallen Jedi, “This will help.” Vallen had not studied the Nelvaan physiology during his time at Corulag Academy, but he could tell the youth was resilient in nature, but also clearly burdened. Too much was at stake for a survivor’s mind to be privy of the chaos ripping apart the force.

The hilt weighed heavily in his hand, but was perfectly balanced. With a subtle, effortless push of the ignition, a vibrant blade crackled out. Flickering green glows were cast over Vallen’s clone trooper armor while he admired the weapon.

“From where does your craft approach Major?” Kohanna questioned. Vallen took a moment to think remembering the flight path to the temple, “It should be the Northern sector.”

“Then that is where we will be. It is best to go with your initial instinct. Head down the hall and make an incision. It will take time with such thick, aged walls.” Turning, the young knight made his way back to the pack of younglings. A hint of confusion lingered in Vallen’s voice, “…but you’re far more experienced. This process will go a lot quicker with your skills.” Tranquilly Kohanna returned raising his hand to the officer’s shoulder. Placing claw on war-torn pauldron, “After all that has unfolded; they need to see a Jedi they trust. Your reputation precedes you, but the little ones are enduring so much…”

Deliberately Vallen solemnly nodded. Their eyes met; both understood what remained at stake. The pair were fraught with tense emotion immediately beneath a composed demeanor.

Kohonna, again, briskly made way down the hallway. Slowly turning towards the task at hand, without warning, a small tear pushed its way from the cusp of Vallen’s blue eye. A trail grew across his cheek, chilled by the night air until his soft glove caught the sparkle. Lifting the humming blade, he bore it into the wall. The stone heated up from within, glowing. Steadily he cut gradually up the surface.

A hot bead of sweat raced down Vader’s forehead. The dense cloak stifled his body, restraining movement, but FURY and PANICK did not allow the Sith to notice the minor difference. The immolation of his fear burned with too much heat. Nothing besieged his WRATH!

“How long did it take for whispers of darkness to encroach and take hold?!” Shakkra Kien challenged. Truly dismayed that such a valuable member of the Order had succumb to the darkside of the force. “Stop your clamoring!” Vader unsympathetically voiced, eyes large and fiery. The turmoil enveloping him was tangible, but nothing the Chagrian said provided the smallest insight to take hold. Not training or talent could bring the reprieve Kien sought. Defeating the momentum of the Clone Wars was futile; routing the dark warrior needed doing!

Vader continued fending off Kien’s trio of blades over and over again, goading when possible. “Do you feel the force around you Master Guardian Kien? They dwindle! Slipping into oblivion.” Kien focused on his opponent so intently, he hadn’t taken note of so many knights splayed across the floor, against pillars, even wrapped in clone troopers. Vader observed dark reverberations of death encroach the Master Guardian. Striking hastily, the Sith took the advantage!

The plasmic blade severed a horn of Kien’s in half then slashed his upper arm. Parrying before Vader’s blade dove too deep. Using a sly tactic used by Dooku on Geonosis, Vader slid his blade close to Kien’s hilt forcing a rapid retreat by the guardian, exposing his leg to strike. Exhausting the offensive, the Sith exposed the ploy, striking Kien through his leg! Shakkra Kien collapsed to the floor, seriously wounded. The chasms were far quieter than before.

Vader stepped back; deactivating his saber. Allowing.. even encouraging emotion to swell over the Master. Mesmerized, they both watched what remained of the knights under Kien’s charge.

The band of guardians choraled together by the 501st were familiar. At one time they were the most promising youngling pack. Each selected for the role of guardian and all elected to take the path of anonymity. Silent tension drew across the air. The fighting was at a standstill.

Surrounding the pack of six, the 501 swarmed near! Forming a large oval, all of the troops remained eight meters of distance to avoid the golden blades that proved so costly. Clone ranks coagulated; thickening with troops knelling and stacking up densely. Their armor lightly clattered standing shoulder to shoulder; some resting rifle on the trooper before him.

Blades continued to hum, ignited. Ahead of the knights, the dense sea of troopers separated briefly. The last of the guardian pack ushered to the semi- circle.

Lightsaberless, he walked across the gap. Without a word the knights greeted one another. Even when masked, Jedi could identified another through their fingerprint in force. Some nodded, others briefly placed hand against shoulder. More a goodbye than greeting.

Hotsh broke from formation taking two steps out. Abruptly dropping to his knee, the aim of his rifle never shifted. Commander Bow followed, standing behind him, only identifiable by the stark black kama he wore. Bow looked to his commander, Vader – who proceeded to raise his hand. Kien barked in pain, “This isn’t a fight!’s an EXECUTION!!” Turning his hood, the betrayer almost snidely remarked, “’re right. Of Order 66.”

At the apex of Vader’s raised hand, Bow tossed a saber hilt which skidded across the floor. The lone guardsman stepped into the arc of Jedi. Recalling the saber it spiraled when meeting his hand, “We served together, it’s fitting we are here together.” From another faceless knight came a simple phrase, “ that as it may!”

Jedi were renowned for their reflexes. This instance was no different. Time seemed to slow. Shakkra Kien’s muscles were saturated with emotion of the event as if it had already unfolded. His knights gave a subtle salute to their mentor; Vader’s hand dropping in the process. Kien clamored to his feet: igniting his blades, “NOOO!!”

“FIRE!!” Bow’s voice broke the silence over Kien’s hissing blades. The white and blue clone troopers cut loose a rapidly fired volley of death. Each Jedi used a different form of saber combat, some forms prevented several guardians from defending against the fatal salvo. Guardians were struck over and over, endlessly, until their bodies lay level. One such guardian was dealt three blazing chest wounds, another to her thigh- forcing her to kneel. She continued being shot even as her hilt broke apart from a direct hit.

NONE withstood the barrage long. Those few moments signified an end to the Jedi dominion of their temple. The final protectors descended into the sea of dead.

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Star Wars

The Clone Wars: Knightfall Vol: 7.5

*Chink*       ccrrssSSHHH- PHOOM!!

A clone launched rocket slammed into the ground mere paces away from Shakkra Kien. The concussive wave threw him aside several meters. Vader strode forward from behind the shadows, the first few squads following suit. Hustling from Shakkra Kien’s flank, a lone masked knight came sprinting. The squad nearest Vader raised weapons; fingers tense upon their triggers. Without a word, the Sith’s robotic hand raised, holding the barrage momentarily.

The guardian helped the dazed Chagrian master to his feet. Activating their golden blades, the pair retreated toward the main gates they presided over. More troopers poured through the entrance of the dark ramp; not realizing the advance was bated. Shakkra straightened himself, then recalled his single handed saber from the floor, charred in black.

“Skywalker…to what end?!” the tall, horned knight bellowed. Guardians stormed from the rear corridors, their boots softer due to the material footing. In silence, guardians assembled in lined ranks. Each activated their golden blades for the fight to come.

The cloaked Sith slightly grinned raising his saber into an attack pose, “Finally..Yours..” A very brief moment ensued. Vader’s foot charged forward, leading across the large atrium, a sea of blue and white racing behind.

The horned Jedi master’s voice rang above the thunder of boots, “Brothers of the sabre, DO NOT YIELD!”

A blue blade extended from the hilt in his one hand. Kien led his silent stampede toward the clone mass! Guardians spiraled their blades, plowing deeply, deflecting incoming bolts unfurled by the clone invaders. Two formidable, faceless masses ensnared one another, unwilling until death parted all. The armies clashed! Guardian Knights were the most organized and skilled nemesis the 501st faced that night. Their dual blades reflected deadly, blue lasers back into their clone senders! Armored troopers fell in droves; severed limbs littering the floor. The hall echoed with screams of agony. Its gems violently imitated the ferocity of the raging fight!

Jedi felled by enormous explosions and rotary cannons lay scattered across the floor. Bodies doused in smoldering entry wounds, the scent of burnt flesh mixed with melting armor.  

Vader’s fist established foothold in the entrance of the chamber. A guardian charged forward, throwing his blade with sniper accuracy through the chest of three rocketeers simultaneously. Before he was able to recall the blade from the dispatched foes chests; two rotary cannons took advantage of the circumstance, showering him in a flurry of blazing bolts. His shoulders were the first point to lurch back and forth, the impact pushing him from one side to another until overcome. Looking to one another - the clones nodded in satisfaction at the job well done, both earning them glowing orange necks, felled by a fellow guardian. Continuously clones and Jedi slew one another.

Helmets and masks alike coated the tiles. Shakkra’s eyes scanned across the dying while effortlessly dispatching clones. Several lifeless robed figure’s faces were exposed. Faces of different color and species lay ‘neath the vail. No longer did guardians focus efforts to disarm their enemies, as they often did. There was no energy to use on preserving life, except their own.

Vader threw disoriented guardians into swaths of troopers who leapt on their prey, murdering them by any means possible. Vader headed straight for Shakkra Kien who made quick work of clones both far and near. The double blades acted as his shield, the blue blade then hurled to devastating effect. Whilst the battle thickened, Kien’s voice echoed above all, the walls seemingly carrying his voice above all others, “Fight! What awaits is immortality – Give to them an end!”

Clone troopers continued filling the hall, at times climbing over the dead to get to the action. Vader gripped a protector in the force, pulling him away from the troopers he was fighting. The blue of his saber erupted through the mask the suspended Jedi.

Kien held his position near the archive gate. Guardians fought vigorously to keep the bleached, soulless troopers at bay. Vader passed three-quarters of the room, Master Kien saw the opportunity he had been waiting for, “Sentinels, ARISE!!”

Vader observed Kien’s gaze shift upward silently. High above, dozens of Sentinels, extremely adept Guardians, bounded from their perches. Nearing the floor, each simultaneously threw out their arms, releasing shockwaves that crushed clone troopers beneath their power; fragmenting armor. Their chaotic ranks utterly dispersed. Troopers that were isolated rapidly met their ends by lightsaber. The clones pushed back into the entrance they had poured through shortly before. A guardian raised his saber, “Hold the high watermark! Do not let them cross unless departed!”

The battle of the causeway raged!

Shakkra Kien and Vader, alone, the pair isolated by the newly formed wall of guardians. Golden, brown robes wavered, charging the 501st. “Today your lesson has come at a high cost Skywalker. You are only a shadow of yourself.” Kien’s face was stern. He did not gloat though the battle appeared to be in his favor. Saturated with raw emotion Vader’s mind flashed a vision of Padme, fair skinned in the Naboo sun smiling toward him…barely able to revel in that moment, she screamed out! Red fire rained down enveloping her, smoke stifling his love, choking her. Tears streamed down her cheek…she was dying..

The vision hadn’t lasted long enough for Kien to notice any lapse in Vader. Anakin’s heart throbbed heavily; his resolve renewed from the horrifying vision. “I must…I need to save her!..YOU…killing her..delaying..betraying ME!” he said beneath his breath. His words relatively unclear in all the commotion. Kien’s brow perked with confusion; attempting to interpret the emotional rant. Now was the time to strike!

The blue master flew with haste to Vader. Blue sabers collided, sizzling between the pressure and grind applied to them. Kien glimpsed the fiery hate of Anakin’s eyes…Sith eyes only for a moment before Vader pushed sharply! Both spiraled with brilliant finesse. Their sabers fluidly struck then countered; each using the strength from the other to commit another attack.

The fight wore on. Saber strokes evolved wildly, cutting groves through the stone at their feet. Sparks flew into the air as both knights attempted to gain the upper hand. Clone troopers again and again clashed against the defenders in an effort to reach their isolated lord. The soldiers fought tenaciously, but the rifles and carbines could not make a dent. A squad of snipers joined the fray.
Guardians holding position noticed a lull in the continuous blitz. From the dark, a shield wall approached one step at a time. A hard metallic clank rang when the shields slammed the ground. Alternating with the severe echo, a stomp thundered when the troops took their next step, each bracing behind their shield. What trickery lie in wait? The grey metal wall drew near…both Jedi and Clone clenched what fatal tool was at hand. The shields slammed down again, halting the advance.
An awkward silence was born..

All blaster fire had ceased.

Phap* Skrat* Phoom*

A chain of snipers fired simultaneously from the cover of the metallic curtain! Handfuls of Jedi fell with bolts landing amidst their masks and chests; the velocity so fast - sabers unable to deflect. Again a volley tore through their saber wall, some attempting to crawl from the torn gate.

Thousands of blue lasers cascaded into the Jedi as multiple rotary cannons cut loose their fury; the balance began to turn. Lightsabers swirled in vain, overcome by sheer volume! The knockout blow soon came. Their task of defending such a storm was as futile as struggling to keep drops of rain from hitting the ground. Any trooper within throwing range primed a detonator. “NOW” barked a clone. In tandem, clones threw their grenades as rocketeers unleashed their explosive payload. The floor vibrated when chunks of stone dissolved from the sheer power!

“This was the time” thought many clones, “Now BROTHERS!! For the Republic!!”

The surge of the 501st followed! Clone troopers poured in as a singular mass! All thought of self cast aside. The clone troopers sprinted into the guardians at the gate. Sabers cleaved shields and armor, but the Guardians were overcome by troopers who began tackling them. The room was disarray as fighting devolved into primal hand to hand combat! Surging forward many tripped over the bodies coating the floor. The double bladed sabers were more cumbersome than the single handed variant in battling odds of this caliber.


During the chaos, few Jedi sabers lost. For those whose blades were, their resourcefulness was put to a dire test. Hotsh, a squad leader and sharpshooter, calmly entered the conflict with his squad of batch brothers. Remaining undaunted, his team took pause at the sight, sound, even smell of the carnage.

“Left! Left! Left!” Hotsh hollered, motioning to his men with sharp jutting movements of his forearm. The small group darted in and out of several struggles. The squad leader’s armor severely impacted the column; seeking refuge. Pike ran towards squad mates Hotsh and Wraith.

A body of a Jedi Guardian unexpectedly crashed him from his feet. Disoriented, Pike struggled to gain his awareness. Back and forth his body moved. Deathly wrestling took place on top of him. A myriad of troopers brawled to restrain their temple host. Pike’s ears were filled with sounds of muffled boots sliding, losing grip on the floor. Lowly grunts from the struggle filled his pressed helmet, screeching against the stone surface.

“Ahhh!” the Jedi’s voice echoed between the floor and tattered armor. One clone bent an arm across his and Pike’s body. Another pair did their best to fatally subdue him with their bare hands. A force blast propelled one trooper off of Pike, hurling the clone toward the ceiling with a scream that ended abruptly upon impact with the floor. Forced to square off, the two clones prepared to charge the Jedi as Pike pulled himself to his knees.

Hotsh raised his rifle to eliminate the target, but the pair obstructed his aim with their stance. “Move!!! Down troopers!” Hotsh ordered, but with no effect. Without another breath of hesitation, the pair of 501st clones projected themselves toward the Knight! The squad leader watched in pending terror as his comrades bodies lurched towards their target! Spiraling gold blurs quickly sent them reeling to their demise, cut down. Hotsh again lifted his rifle! There he saw Pike looking a small glowing cut in his chest plate. It had been unknowingly cloven during the Jedi’s corkscrew parry! Pike removed his helmet which clattered on a small unobstructed plot of ground. In one diligent motion, Pike leapt to his enemy, unsheathing the dagger from his chest rig!

In simultaneous moments, each thrust their blade deep within the chest of their foe. Together they sauntered to the floor, gripping one another. The lightsaber deactivated. Pike’s hand reached up, harshly tearing away his enemies mask, exposing the green countenance of a Rodian. As if surprised, Pike’s eyes widened. Pike’s face grew pale. Both engaged in a final gaze… their corpses slumped away from one another.

Clone Wars: Knightfall Volume 7.3

The lift raced up through level after level. Indicators flickered the higher Vallen rode until the speaker rang out, the doors slid effortlessly apart. The Major began lightly stepping down the hall…very much confused by the situation engulfing the temple. The shoulder pad moved aside when his long rifle tightly nudged into his shoulder. Ready for anything, he scanned the hall. The sights shifted sharply, high and low, continuing to clear every space no matter how small. “What am I looking for?” he asked under his breath.

Damage on the upper levels was barely evident. No marks were visible near the lifts; remarkable. No bodies, no blast points; only darkness. Vallen’s hand traced the side of his helmet. On the right side his finger grazed the familiar click switch, activating his flashlight. The beams offered a stark beam in contrast to the dark hall, only illuminated by the city skyline of Coruscant. Not a sound was made, but the soldier was not alone. His eyes scanned the city profile looking for other activity. The Senate Dome looked unadulterated from his perspective. Nothing provided insight into the onslaught. .

Crack* Crikkle* Kreek*

Glass buckled and creaked beneath his boots. Looking across the hall, his eyes took in the detail of a window. His light reflected brightly off what glass remained in the window panel. A sparkle glistened where the glass had melted from being blown open.

Continuing he noticed there were two more vacant slots; glass splayed across the floor. Walking to the third, Vallen reached out and took hold of a cable attached to a grappling hook.

The butt of his rifle clicked as he pulled it snuggly to his shoulder beneath the armored plate. Turning a corner, Vallen briefly stumbled over a pair of legs. Looking down, the sights of his rifle quickly found their mark. Kneeling to verify the vitals of a wounded trooper, the officer observed. The armor was a different variation from a standard clone.

Customizations matched the most recent batch of ARC troopers. These clones were known for their harsh mentality towards anyone without a proven Republic reputation. Lacking the earlier phases of training, they were quickly produced to reinforce the ARC’s dwindling number. The major had not seen these troops prior to their dissemination among the corps, their purpose: strictly to enforce the will of their highest commander.

The ARC's pulse noticeably weakened through Vallen’s thin glove. Reaching over his lap, the Major lifted the helmet for a closer look. It looked very peculiar. The helmet had an experimental view plate…two separate eye-like plates. His armor had no color work on it. His helmet was still gleaming white from the factory floor. The two eyes, starkly black, but maintained the familiar V shaped frown for ventilation.

Vallen noticed the trooper's chest barely rise with an inhale, “Trooper, what happened here?” Slowly the clone raised his head, vengeance clearly spread upon his face. In a low harsh voice, “ are not supposed to be here..” His arm raised to Vallen’s shoulder feigning gratitude. The major once again asked, “Give me a status report..” The clone locked eyes through Vallen’s view plate. “..not the clearance.. *cough* You are not supposed to be here..” Quickly the downed-soldier attempted to use the last burst of his energy to fire a poison dart from the wrist that rested upon the officer’s shoulder!

The fatal round neared Vallen’s neck, narrowly missing, as it popped against the wall. In that instant, Vallen's fist smashed into the clone’s throat bluntly! His cuff unveiling the blade within, spraying crimson across the marble.  After a mottled garble left the clone's angry lips, the trooper rolled to the floor. Finally expired.

Vallen still kneeling, was very troubled what had just occurred. A clone willing to kill regardless of the possible link of brotherhood or any other apparent reason. Vallen's identity was concealed with the clone helmet. Seldom clones killed one another in such a way. Recent broods however, were exhibiting signs of detachment; even to the Kaminoans. A troubling thought. “Sociopaths bread for war mongering…is this what we’ve come to?”

Standing up, the contemplative man looked again toward the hall. In the dim city lit way, two silhouettes stood, watching. Silently without speaking they took a step forward, stalking their new query. Barely in sight, a brown leather boot rested against a cornerstone. It belonged to a murdered Jedi no doubt. Vallen's eyes strained in the dim, but it was noticeable one of the pair was breathing very heavily. Vallen had interrupted their dark deed.

Taking a step closer…then another. The silence deafening as they crept…


Falling from his perch on the ceiling a shadowy figure leapt! His agility swift! Quickly actuating his helm lights again, Vallen noted deep blue fur briefly before claws clutched one of the troopers, throwing his body towards the disguised non-clone soldier. Both were knocked to the floor. All four now engaged in close quarters combat.

Vallen quickly drew his side arm from it’s quick release rig.. but not before his assailant straddled his chest, clasping Vallen's neck between amidst his gripping vice! Tighter in each moment. Vallen gripped the trooper’s forearm armor…struggling to take hold. Franticly tried pushing the trooper’s helmet to disengage! To no avail as his gloves slide across the white surface.

Non-lethal efforts were costing the man his life. Vallen rotated the pistol in his grip, placing his thumb in the trigger guard. Pulling the trigger, a bolt bore its way into the clone’s thigh. “EhhG…AHHH!” the trooper let out! Now even more driven to finish off the officer. The distraction of pain was just enough for the Major to reposition his arm firing two blasts point blank!

The orange circles glowed beautifully. Never before was he so grateful to see that hue from clone armor! His helmet light had been damaged when the trooper was thrown into him, but the other two figures remained visibly engaged in their duel. From what he could see the figure was a young male creature, his hands like claws and long raven hair tied neatly behind him. Muscles adolescent in nature, but bold as if forged from a lifetime of strife.

The clone was larger than average and held his own against the Jedi. Both acceled in their hand to hand offense, striking blows that visibly effected the other. Fists like iron pounded away at the creature smaller in stature. “Forgive me Master..” his voice said when he collapsed to the floor. The clone batted in reply, “I slaughtered your master..a little too late for forgiveness!…ya, think?!” Following the insult, the assassin applied just as grave a kick; knocking the Jedi against the wall.

“UP!!” the trooper shouted while standing over the beaten knight.

Slowly the wolf creature rolled to his side. Pressing his palm against the floor, a whimper escaped. It was clear the young one did his best to mask the pain while glass shredded his palm.

“Ha ha ha…killing you with a weapon takes the sport out of it…child..” The Jedi clamored to his feet, wavering. “Revenge is not the way…This is Justice..” Pulling from his back a large, almost spear like hilt, the figure ignited a blue saber blade! As cruel as the clone had been in insult and injury, the wolf administered his cool vengeance. Spiraling his hilt within the moment he ignited it; the Clone’s hands were removed, hitting the floor simultaneously as the saber dissipated. In utter shock the clone meandered back, looking at his glowing armored cuffs. Standing in silence, he did not asking for mercy; for there was none for any this night.

Troopers were trained to face death, even smile when it came; this one was no different. The face of Jango Fett gleamed as he looked up towards the creature who bested him. At the same rate, the Jedi’s hand rose steadily. Before the clone could offer further insult, the blue being flicked out his fingertips -- unfurling a fierce force push! The trooper’s body violently propelled back horizontally making contact against a pillar. The immense impact sent a crack splicing towards the ceiling. The momentum so strong his body did not falter towards the floor; his limp body spiraled out the gaping window.

A victorious yet mournful sigh left the alien's chest. Instantly aware, his head glanced towards Vallen! Weary of his presence, both unsure whether to fight or speak.

Vallen paused. The presence before him stood tall once again, cautiously approaching. “I sense you are not a clone..not like the others. So why come to this place of death? It is no longer a temple, but a tomb.”

Vallen calmly began removing his helmet, revealing he was in fact not a clone. “I am Major Haide Valhallen…the 501st was sent here without my knowing.. I felt this terrible.. wave overcome my sleep.. It is only by Guardian Kien's guidance I am here for: he who was conceived from a mother of wind and ice.”

Being careful not to step blatantly into a sniper’s scope, the Jedi treaded into a holoscreen’s glow, unveiling himself. “Then I am what you seek; Kohana Tala.” In the light Vallen could see much better. The young male was a Nelvaan. His body covered in icy blue fur, tattooed in a deeper blue of interlocking keys. His tunic and robes had been through much. It was obvious the Nelvaan had been fighting and hiding most of the night, but why not try to escape this den of hell?

The two gave pause above the fallen Jedi Master. Vallen lifted the lightsaber pausing to remember its once beautiful owner. Fires from below gave more light to the hall. Vallen remorsefully handed the hilt to Kohana. Briskly the pair sped their way down the hall avoiding detection of far off snipers. Taking an abrupt right turn they entered a shorter corridor. Sliding the door open, Kohana hushly whispered, “Be at ease young ones! This is a friend here to help us. We are safe for now.”

“Kohana, where has Knight Chion gone?” inquired a small charming lad. “She’s gone away for the time being little Sors. Be strong! Soon another knight will come.” Kohana’s statement was broad to keep fear from encroaching upon the youngling clan of eight.

Though soon to be true, the Nelvaan had no idea another Jedi knight would come to their section of the temple. The Blue figure sat among the younglings who admired his unique light saber. Vallen picked up a back-pack looking at its contents. From within he pulled one of many small, blue glass cubes, “They are Holocrons Major Vallen…its pertinent they no longer reside here or fall into the hands of these soldiers.” Vallen quickly devised a plan of escape, “Captain Valkier, do you read me?...Do you read me?”

“I’m cold sirs.” A small girl’s voice murmured from the shade of a desk. Sors Bandeam walked to her, blanket in hand, tucking it compassionately around her arms. The fair boy encouraged the others, “Use this. It can help until the Master’s come back.” They huddled together on the floor.

The chill they felt was not the power being deactivated, but the loss of thousands across a galaxy.

“Sir, I read you loud and clear!” Valkier’s voice came clearly over the comm. “We need you up on the deck outside the central spire of the Jedi Temple! Do you have an ETA?”  

----- the communication began to sizzle with static. “…r…..we will….eet…yo…there…! We…grab…*Crsssshhhhh*” ---- “Communications have dropped. They’ve activated a jammer. We are going to have to make this quick Kohana.”

The Nelvaan nodded in agreement. “We need to prep the doors for the gunship! We won’t have time if pressed for it..” Pulling off the clone helmet, the side of Vallen’s lips curled up hinting a smile, “Let’s hop to!”
The Clone Wars: Knightfall Vol 7.3
This is a continuation of the epic climax! Stay tuned for the exciting battle between Vader and the Jedi Guardians!!

You all remember who Sors is right?!

The Nelvaan is seen briefly in the original CW series and was brought to life by Joe Hogan here:…

Always great to have feedback or ideas! Enjoy!!

The art is by an artist Krad Elav -- Link to come soon!      
Hey all,

Just a heads up I made it out of reconstructive surgery alright and am looking forward to getting you all some new stories.

I'm going to be wrapping up my Order 66 writings, but what era would you like next?

Clone wars, imperial, rebel transition?

Throw me some thoughts!

Y'all stay well and may the force be with you!

- Blake


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