STAR WARS: DEFIANCE OF ORDER episode 2

[Darth Imperatus]

A long time ago in a Galaxy far, far away....​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EjMNNpIksaI​

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[SIZE=23.636363983154297px]STAR WARS: DEFIANCE OF ORDER[/SIZE]​

It is a period of civil war. Rebel spaceships, striking from a hidden base, have won their first major victory against the evil New Order. During the battle, rebel spies managed to steal secret plans to Order's ultimate weapon, the OMEN, a biological battlecruiser that promises to crush all resistance against the Order's evil plans. ​

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Pursued by the evil Lord Melkaroth Tyrin, a rebel spaceship races home carrying the stolen plans that are the only hope for the many worlds living in fear of the expanding darkness...​

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[Lord Gaius]

Behind Enemy Lines. . .

A lone Mandalorian Jedi of the Silver Order marched through the wreckage of a Venator-class Star Defender. He was a renown Sith-Hunter among his friends and foes. Believed largely to be in retirement among his fellows and vanished or dead by his enemies. This was the first time he had resurfaced in the last decade. He was sixty now, and not near as nimble as he once had been. He wore Mandolorian armour with primary colours being tan and secondary trim a cyan blue. Angei Isav was a close friend of Hasjo and had taught the Nautolan some of what he knew. He ignited the twin cerulean blades, their hilts were attached to his wrists. The New Order believed they had just shot down Hasjo Hallu's personal ship. The man who currently held the stolen plans, but rather, this was a decoy. As Hasjo had fled the planet, Angei Isav had his own identical cruiser orbiting a nearby asteroid field, as one vessel left the system via a hyperspace lane, his had stayed behind to delay the enemy. Now they had shot his Star Defender down, his crew had been decimated. And the once feared Sith-Hunter was alone, deep behind enemy lines. He always knew this was a one way trip. The Silver Order had been good to him. It was time to return the favour. No one could deny him this.

[member="Melakoth Tyrin"]

 

[Darth Imperatus]

The assault shuttles were coming down fast. They raced through the atmosphere, screaming towards the massive wreck.

Aboard one of them was the Sith Melkaroth Tyrin, wearing full battle armor. This was no special occasion--he always wore full battle armor, along with the life support system to which it was attatched, ever since he'd lost all four limbs and several of his internal organs to Hasjo Hallu. He had gone through many times what he would say to Hasjo when he finally met him once more. He wanted revenge of course, but he would also thank the Jedi. Melkaroth had been reborn that day--the weakness that had previously plagued his heart had been destroyed, and now he was gifted with the full power of his new body and ressurected soul. He had been so much younger then--it had only been a few months ago, but he had still been young at heart. He was no longer a young man, and he would not be defeated so easily. He smiled at the thought of Hasjo's expression when the Jedi saw him--the Sith that he had failed to kill. Yes, Melkaroth was looking forward to this.

The shuttle circled around the wreckage. It was an impressive sight--the massive ship, mangled and burning--over a kilometer of mechanical carnage stretching below them. Melkaroth couldn't make out any survivors at this height, except for one, who stood out in the open, tall and proud, with his blue double saber ignited.

"Take us down there, commander." said Melkaroth, pointing to the man. Finally, he would have his revenge.

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

The drone of propulsion drives drowned out the flames that licked the wreckage. His vision began to waver as he glanced upon a descending enemy shuttle. A pounding headache numbed the pain that was present throughout the rest of his body. He resisted the urge to tear off his helmet and suck in a deep breath of oxygen before facing this fight. He peered down to his grievous wounds. Several holes pierced his flesh where blaster bolts had nabbed him in the waist. He looked back to the shuttle, focusing. He set aside the pain and the thundering migraine. He focused on the now. Isav broke into a furious break-neck sprint. His foot found purchase of torn durasteel, elevating himself off the ground. With a powerful surge of the force, Isav propelled himself high into the air, twin blades raised. He ascended over the shuttle and began to fall, bearing his entire strength down upon the cockpit, twin blades crashing through the transparisteel viewport. The pilot swung the shuttle hard, throwing the elderly man from the vessel. Angei isav tossed and turned as he fell near the height of a five storied building. He thudded against the ground with a meaty sigh. His voice shrieked out in horror and agony. His eyes tossed a brief glance down to the location of the pain. Upon hitting the ground his thigh had been pierced by razor-sharp wreckage from the Star Destroyer. He couldn't move, only lay there and scream.

[member="Melakoth Tyrin"]

 

[Darth Imperatus]

The shuttle came into land softly, and the stormtroopers charged out, sprinting to surround the intruder. The display of power had been impressive, though it had failed. As Melkaroth approached his old enemy, lying screaming on the floor, he was still wary. This was clearly a powerful Jedi. But as he advanced upon the stricken Jedi and saw how the jagged piece of metal pierced his thigh, a smile came over his face.

"It's been a while." he said to the man he thought to be Hasjo Hallu. Melkaroth didn't expect the Jedi to recognize him--after all, his face was now chalk white and his once handsome dark hair was gone. "How have you been, Jedi?"

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

"It's been a while." Melakoth's voice distracted him momentarily. The Mandalorian turned his gaze to the Sith, "How have you been, Jedi?" Angei Isav curled his hands over his helmet, tearing it off from his head. It revealed to Melakoth a horribly scarred human. He had clearly seen his fair share of combat - but hadn't all Mandalorians? Isav spat a mouthful of blood towards the Sith. He spoke to him in a venomous tone, but he spoke in his native tongue "Vy nikogda ne pobedit, Sitov. Eto slishkom pozdno!" (You can't hope to win, Sith. It's too late) Isav reached with his left hand to his right wrist, detaching the lightsaber from its hold. He pulled the hilt to his chest, above his heart. "Voiny smart'," (A warriors death) Isav spoke his final words, his thumb sliding down the length of the weapon. His thumb tapped the ignition. The cerulean blade ignited. A contorted gasp escaped his lungs. The Sith-Hunter of the Outer Rim Territories, notorious as the Butcher of Korriban, had ended his own life - so that the Sith could not have the pleasure of it.


Elsewhere on the planet of Cholganna. . .

Hasjo found himself being viciously torn from his meditation. He felt a tremor wash through the force. Someone he knew had just perished. He boded in silence.


[member="Melakoth Tyrin"]

 

[Darth Imperatus]

Melkaroth snarled in fury, turning to the commander of the stormtroopers. "Commander, tear this ship apart until you've found those plans, and bring me the passengers, I want them alive!"

[member="Hasjo Hallu"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

The landscape was a roiling ocean of churned metal, molten hull and charred corpses. The flames flickered and wavered, threatening to die out with a lack of material to continue burning. The Mandalorian had been the only one to survive the impact upon the planet. He had preserved his body through the force, but ultimately he had perished with the rest of the crew. There was nothing salvageable among the wreck. Here and there one would find a cracked data pad, a bent A-1 carbine. The memory core of the navigational systems had been wiped by the crew before the ship had collided with the earth. Yet there was a singular piece of evidence to be found. An officers body clutched in her ashen hands a codex. It detailed the navigational data of various planets, but one had been underlined. Cholganna.

[member="Melakoth Tyrin"]