#arc commader havoc

[the-rancor-battalion]

When White Sand Turns Red

Medieval AU!

“By the Maker, there’s no end to the treasonous bastards...”

Lord Havoc, Commander of the 1st Kamino Infantry Battalion of King Palpatine’s Grand Army of the Republic of Galaxa spoke gravely as he stared down at the white sanded beach below.

Said beach was absolutely covered with men in in tan uniforms and armor, all bearing the insignia and flag of the Confederacy of Independent States, a group of minor kingdoms and baronies that had broken away from the Republic of Galaxa. Today the vast armies of the CIS were landing on the famous white beaches of the Island of Kamino. The Kaminoans were a species of sorcerers that had used black magic to create an army of identical soldiers to combat the CIS at the request of King Palpatine. Or so the story went.

Lord Havoc turned to his right as another man just like him, a clone of sorts, barked out to the archers on the wall. “Fire at will!”

Lord Colt, Commander of the 2nd Kamino Infantry Battalion of King Palpatine’s Grand Army of the Republic of Galaxa turned to look at his brother. “We have to hold them here, if they break through the gates they can overwhelm us.”

Havoc nodded, taking a moment to examine his brother’s armor. Colt’s armor was a light grey color, almost white. The same as Havoc’s own. His pauldrons however, were different. His right being red, and left blue. Colt’s chest-plate was also a darker grey than Havoc’s, and his crimson shield was attached to the warrior’s back for quick access.

Taking no time to look at his own armor, Havoc turned, only to hear Colt speak. “I’ll lead the counter-charge. I need every man we can spare.”

Havoc whirled, catching Colt’s elbow. “No. I will lead the charge.”

Colt rolled his eyes. “You’ll never make it back.”

Havoc threw him a rare smirk. “I can hardly let you have all the glory now, can I?”

They both knew it was fake bravado. Especially with the sounds of catapults firing, and swords clashing in the background.

Colt looked at the ground, then sighed before clasping Havoc’s forearm tightly before letting go, letting his fellow commander prepare for the worst decision of his very short life.

—————————

Havoc tightened his shield on his arm and rolled his shoulders as he neared the gate. The portculass had been destroyed by a CIS catapult, so he had ordered two dozen men to form a permenant shield wall in lieu of the fallen fortification. He passed the bodies of fallen Kaminoans and fallen Clones as he made his way towards the gate with a procession of almost a hundred men behind him. He spied armor from a dozen and a half different battalions.

The deep grey of the 104th Wolves Battalion. They originated from the Forests of the Kingdom of Naboo.

The cerulean blue of the 501st Steel Battalion. From the Blue Mountains on the eastern coast.

The orange of the 212th Ascension Battalion, from the underground cities that made up the United City States of Utapau.

The list went on.

No matter.

He reached the shield wall, and could see the men prepare to move.

He drew his sword from its scabbard and raised it high in the air.

“Forward!”

The shields parted, and Havoc was the first of a hundred men to sprint into the sand, thanking the Maker that the Kaminoans had imbued his armor with magic to make it weigh almost nothing.

He knocked a CIS war-axe to the side with his shield and cut down its wielded with one swing of his sword. Without even stopping, he reared back from that swing and stabbed another man straight through his ribs. Another quick move forward, he slammed his shield into the face of a towering enemy swordsman, knocking him to the ground and slitting his throat with one fell swoop. He walked forward as three more came at him.

The first, he parried the axe swing and shoulder barged the warrior before stabbing him through the heart.

The second he knocked the war hammer aside with his shield and span on his heel, slitting the back of his attacker’s throat and bringing his blade back fast enough to end the third attacked with a swift disembowelment. All around him, men fought desperately to stem the tide of CIS warriors.

And they were holding.

—————————

Colt was amazed. He’d expected CIS to cut them down, but they were ac—

He was not expecting a Rancor to emerge from the water with a screaming Asajj Ventress on its back.

Rancors were beasts from the untamed jungles of Felucia. He’d faced one before. It killed half his unit.

Ventress was an evil type of war monk known as a Sith. Suppose that explains why she could tame a Rancor.

They needed help.

Colt walked down off the wall and drew his sword and shield. “4th Battalion, to me!”

—————————

“My lord, we can’t hold them back for much longer!”

Lord Blitz, Commander of the 3rd Infantry Battalion of King Palpatine’s Grand Army of the Republic of Galaxa turned from his position atop the wall to face the mere Knight in the colors of the 212th Acension Battalion who stood before him.

“Sir! I don’t know for how much longer we can-“

A chilling wind tore through the island.

“The Makers do not favor us!” The Knight cried. “We must-“

“Fallback?” Blitz snapped, pulling his helmet off to look the man in the eye. “Flee?” He asked, stepping closer. “Is that what you left your post to tell me? Is that why you left your men?”

The Knight opened his mouth, then closed it as Blitz walked closer. “We have been summoned, by the Makers, and you want to flee? I should kill you myself. You bring dishonor, to your men. You bring dishonor, to me. You bring, dishonor, to Galaxa!”

The Knight dropped to a kneel as Blitz shouted.

“I swear to you, Sir. Kamino will not fall. Not today. Today. We. Fight. Signal whatever’s left of the 41st to come about and reinforce the west flank. Pull the 91st out of the Old Quarter to do the same. I’ll find whatever’s left of the 3rd and reinforce Colt and Havoc. Go!”

“Understood!” The Knight replied as he ran off.

Blitz sighed, placing his helmet on roughly, “The frontline will hold,” and drew his sword. “even if I have to hold it myself.”

[the-rancor-battalion]

Hey Colt, do you remember that time Maliarr turned into 2 different people? Well...

Colt is busy at the moment, but what?

- ARC Commander Havoc

[the-rancor-battalion]

*dumps paint on Havoc and Hammer*

-_-

- H & H

[the-rancor-battalion]

*Out of nowhere, the barracks go dark. The electricity has gone out. As that happens, the doors quickly bolt shut, leaving the men stuck in their areas.*

Colt almost immediately blinked into his HUD and activated the night vision function, hand shooting to his belt and drawing one of his DC-17s before blinking again and connecting to the comm channel he and Havoc had set up for the central command staff of Rancor. “Havoc, Blitz, Hammer, the lights just cut out near me. Are you having the same problems?”

Absentmindedly, he blinked again and brought up his 360 degree camera in the top left of his HUD, locating his comms information on the bottom left. There were almost never technical problems on Kamino. The Kaminoans wouldn’t dare ruin their perfect reputation with something so minor.

Something was up.

———

Blitz, poor bastard he was, was in the gym when the lights cut. “The hell?”

The Commander climbed off the treadmill and his hand instinctively went to where he normally kept his flashlight on his belt. When his hand hit empty space he remembered:

“Osik. Workout clothes. Ok...”

Blessed with semi-photographic memory (thanks Kaminii), the ARC made his way unscathed to the wall of the gym and placed his hand against the wall.

With the durasteel as his guide, Blitz made his way towards the blast doors.

Not that he knew they were locked.

———

Not many people knew that Havoc liked the raging ocean.

Ergo, not many people knew that Havoc liked to come down to almost surface-level by taking one of the turbolifts down Tipoca’s supports to the small observation rooms down there.

When the lights went out, the serious Commander stiffened. Calmly, he picked up his helmet that had been resting on the transparisteel floor and put it on.

Havoc turned on his heel and tested the turbolift. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t work. Not wasting any motions, the Commander pulled out one of his DC-17s and removed the casing before beginning to modify the firing mechanism. He had an idea.

As he did this, he connected to the comm channel for the Command Staff.

“Gentlemen, we have a problem.”

———

Hammer woke up as men of action always do.

With a surprised jolt, and reaching for a nonexistent weapon.

The veteran rolled out of bed and landed at a kneel, eyes darting around in an analytical manner.

Raising a both confused and intrigued eyebrow when he was greeted with darkness in every direction and only the silhouettes of the other bunks, he reached for his comm. “What the hell just happened?”

[the-rancor-battalion]

*kidnaps Colt*

Yeah no. *punch*

- ARC Commander Havoc

[the-rancor-battalion]

Where's Blitz? :)))))))))

Out with a cadet group.

- ARC Commander Havoc

[jgvfhl]

COOL!!!!

When White Sand Turns Red

Medieval AU!

“By the Maker, there’s no end to the treasonous bastards...”

Lord Havoc, Commander of the 1st Kamino Infantry Battalion of King Palpatine’s Grand Army of the Republic of Galaxa spoke gravely as he stared down at the white sanded beach below.

Said beach was absolutely covered with men in in tan uniforms and armor, all bearing the insignia and flag of the Confederacy of Independent States, a group of minor kingdoms and baronies that had broken away from the Republic of Galaxa. Today the vast armies of the CIS were landing on the famous white beaches of the Island of Kamino. The Kaminoans were a species of sorcerers that had used black magic to create an army of identical soldiers to combat the CIS at the request of King Palpatine. Or so the story went.

Lord Havoc turned to his right as another man just like him, a clone of sorts, barked out to the archers on the wall. “Fire at will!”

Lord Colt, Commander of the 2nd Kamino Infantry Battalion of King Palpatine’s Grand Army of the Republic of Galaxa turned to look at his brother. “We have to hold them here, if they break through the gates they can overwhelm us.”

Havoc nodded, taking a moment to examine his brother’s armor. Colt’s armor was a light grey color, almost white. The same as Havoc’s own. His pauldrons however, were different. His right being red, and left blue. Colt’s chest-plate was also a darker grey than Havoc’s, and his crimson shield was attached to the warrior’s back for quick access.

Taking no time to look at his own armor, Havoc turned, only to hear Colt speak. “I’ll lead the counter-charge. I need every man we can spare.”

Havoc whirled, catching Colt’s elbow. “No. I will lead the charge.”

Colt rolled his eyes. “You’ll never make it back.”

Havoc threw him a rare smirk. “I can hardly let you have all the glory now, can I?”

They both knew it was fake bravado. Especially with the sounds of catapults firing, and swords clashing in the background.

Colt looked at the ground, then sighed before clasping Havoc’s forearm tightly before letting go, letting his fellow commander prepare for the worst decision of his very short life.

—————————

Havoc tightened his shield on his arm and rolled his shoulders as he neared the gate. The portculass had been destroyed by a CIS catapult, so he had ordered two dozen men to form a permenant shield wall in lieu of the fallen fortification. He passed the bodies of fallen Kaminoans and fallen Clones as he made his way towards the gate with a procession of almost a hundred men behind him. He spied armor from a dozen and a half different battalions.

The deep grey of the 104th Wolves Battalion. They originated from the Forests of the Kingdom of Naboo.

The cerulean blue of the 501st Steel Battalion. From the Blue Mountains on the eastern coast.

The orange of the 212th Ascension Battalion, from the underground cities that made up the United City States of Utapau.

The list went on.

No matter.

He reached the shield wall, and could see the men prepare to move.

He drew his sword from its scabbard and raised it high in the air.

“Forward!”

The shields parted, and Havoc was the first of a hundred men to sprint into the sand, thanking the Maker that the Kaminoans had imbued his armor with magic to make it weigh almost nothing.

He knocked a CIS war-axe to the side with his shield and cut down its wielded with one swing of his sword. Without even stopping, he reared back from that swing and stabbed another man straight through his ribs. Another quick move forward, he slammed his shield into the face of a towering enemy swordsman, knocking him to the ground and slitting his throat with one fell swoop. He walked forward as three more came at him.

The first, he parried the axe swing and shoulder barged the warrior before stabbing him through the heart.

The second he knocked the war hammer aside with his shield and span on his heel, slitting the back of his attacker’s throat and bringing his blade back fast enough to end the third attacked with a swift disembowelment. All around him, men fought desperately to stem the tide of CIS warriors.

And they were holding.

—————————

Colt was amazed. He’d expected CIS to cut them down, but they were ac—

He was not expecting a Rancor to emerge from the water with a screaming Asajj Ventress on its back.

Rancors were beasts from the untamed jungles of Felucia. He’d faced one before. It killed half his unit.

Ventress was an evil type of war monk known as a Sith. Suppose that explains why she could tame a Rancor.

They needed help.

Colt walked down off the wall and drew his sword and shield. “4th Battalion, to me!”

—————————

“My lord, we can’t hold them back for much longer!”

Lord Blitz, Commander of the 3rd Infantry Battalion of King Palpatine’s Grand Army of the Republic of Galaxa turned from his position atop the wall to face the mere Knight in the colors of the 212th Acension Battalion who stood before him.

“Sir! I don’t know for how much longer we can-“

A chilling wind tore through the island.

“The Makers do not favor us!” The Knight cried. “We must-“

“Fallback?” Blitz snapped, pulling his helmet off to look the man in the eye. “Flee?” He asked, stepping closer. “Is that what you left your post to tell me? Is that why you left your men?”

The Knight opened his mouth, then closed it as Blitz walked closer. “We have been summoned, by the Makers, and you want to flee? I should kill you myself. You bring dishonor, to your men. You bring dishonor, to me. You bring, dishonor, to Galaxa!”

The Knight dropped to a kneel as Blitz shouted.

“I swear to you, Sir. Kamino will not fall. Not today. Today. We. Fight. Signal whatever’s left of the 41st to come about and reinforce the west flank. Pull the 91st out of the Old Quarter to do the same. I’ll find whatever’s left of the 3rd and reinforce Colt and Havoc. Go!”

“Understood!” The Knight replied as he ran off.

Blitz sighed, placing his helmet on roughly, “The frontline will hold,” and drew his sword. “even if I have to hold it myself.”