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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.

Getting ready to bring a great conclusion to Knightfall! Yep..BE EXCITED ;) ha ha
Should Vallen have a son?
3 deviants said Hell yes!!
3 deviants said Uhh... Who the F*** is is lover?!?!
2 deviants said Maybe
2 deviants said Should have both!
1 deviant said No, but he should have a daughter!
No deviants said No! kids
No deviants said Should have twin sons!
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.

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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FalconFan Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2015
Ooo, I hope you had a great time at Celebration!!  Tell us all about it! :nod::nod:

Thanks, too, for the recent :+fav:--I so appreciate it! :D

TheIrishRogue Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2015
Still there actually! What a great experience!

Certainly will write something about it!
CintelTex Featured By Owner Apr 8, 2015  Hobbyist
Thx for the favs =) =D
TheIrishRogue Featured By Owner Apr 8, 2015
Totally mate
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MorganCygnus Featured By Owner Mar 28, 2015   General Artist
Thanks for faving
TheIrishRogue Featured By Owner Mar 28, 2015
Of course!
PolishTrooper Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2015  Student Traditional Artist
Thank you for the watch and the favs :)
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Hi Blake, thanks so much for your Star Wars fave, it is super appreciated :)
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