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Colonel McNamara moved forward, determination in his eyes, purpose in his step. War was upon them. The end was here. He could see the enemy in the distance. Quickly coming closer. The Imperials were cutting through the defenses like a hot knife through butter. The Colonel grunted, drawing his blaster rifle and assuring that it was on. In the atrium stood the first line defenders. These were his kind of troopers. Rough and ready, cowboys, cavalier attitude. But they all had a purpose: the defense of the Senate Hall. Alliance Command said it was to ensure the evacuation of the Senators from the Senate Hall. McNamara knew this was a futile effort, the Sith were destroying the shuttles just as fast as they could launch the shuttles out.
But McNamara also knew that in order to keep his troops, well, in order they had to believe their mission. McNamara had his own mission: to absorb as much of the Imperial Resources into this battle as possible, to keep them out of any other battle. Clambering atop a crate, he waved the defenders around him. "Soldiers! Today, is the-" an earsplitting explosion ripped apart the fabric of reality, and McNamara felt himself thrown across the room. A white, blinding pain tore apart his head and he slipped away into nothingness.
The war was gone. He was at home. His wife was making him dinner. He smiled, reaching across the table and taking her hand. She returned the smile, squeezing his hand. He took a bite of the dinner, some sort of foul, and nearly gagged. Something was wrong. Looking down, he found that he was biting into something red and oozing. He jumped up in alarm, dropping the fork. He looked over at his wife, and saw that she was dead and decomposing. Dread overtook him, and he fell to his knees. "No..." Niles whispered to himself. The walls fell away, and he found himself surrounded by chaos. Women screamed, running from stormtroopers. Children lay dead in the street, something was eating them. It had no face. And at the top of a throne of skull, a dark figure lorded over it all.
Colonel McNamara's eyes flew open, and he bolted to his feet, scooping up his rifle. All around him wounded soldiers groaned, or bemoaned the loss of other troopers. "On your feet, remember why you are fighting this evening!" rain was falling through a hole in the roof, and McNamara looked up, finding solace in the gray skies above. Lookin at his men once more. "Let these rains cool the fires of hatred, keep the flames of chaos at bay!" he cried, turning to look at the men around him. "Take heart, the people of Coruscant will remember your name for an age!" Niles cried, raising a fist to the air. "Don't give in to the Sith, my brothers! For home! For family! For planet! For the Alliance! We will not give in! We will fight to the end! Let this war end when the last soldier leaves their post, onto a better world!" turning towards the entrance, he saw none other than the Chief of State, armed with dual blaster pistols, march off towards the enemy lines. He turned to face his men once more.
"Our own leader, a politician, is leading the charge! What does that say of you? That no man must be spared of combat! That no person will be untouched by this war, no family untainted by the stink of the Sith! We must ensure that our leaders live on, to take the fight back to the Sith! To retake our worlds, from Coruscant, to Alsakan, to Bothuwai, and to Bastion! Our cry shall be heard, today AND tomorrow!" McNamara turned, and ran forward, crying out "Onward, to glory! Forward, to become tomorrow's legends!"
McNamara exited the atrium, just as Nathanaeu fired point blank into the Dark Lord of the battlefield. McNamara's skin crawled at the sight of the Sith, but he was not McNamara's enemy. Instead, McNamara was the one to fire the first shot into the Sith troops, just as the leader of the Galactic Alliance was pulled from the battle. "Cover the Chief of State!" the soldier roared, letting loose a burst of fire into the Imperial troopers. "Vin, Jay!" he cried at two nearby NCOs, letting down heavy surpressing fire, "Get Bastele!" he ordered, and the two NCOs sprung into action, each followed by four troopers. Jay got there first, and launched himself at the Chief of State, grabbing for his collar in order to pull the Hapan back to safety.
"I'm sorry, sir!" Vin cried, over the roar of battle that erupted around him. "Colonel McNamara's orders!" the squad of troopers made a defensive line around Bastele, their one and only priority at the moment to pull the politician off the battlefield.
Colonel McNamara himself ran forward, arriving next the Hapan and yelling into his ear "That was reckless as hell, sir!" then he clapped him on the shoulder. "Good job! Let's get you the hell out of here!"
But McNamara also knew that in order to keep his troops, well, in order they had to believe their mission. McNamara had his own mission: to absorb as much of the Imperial Resources into this battle as possible, to keep them out of any other battle. Clambering atop a crate, he waved the defenders around him. "Soldiers! Today, is the-" an earsplitting explosion ripped apart the fabric of reality, and McNamara felt himself thrown across the room. A white, blinding pain tore apart his head and he slipped away into nothingness.
The war was gone. He was at home. His wife was making him dinner. He smiled, reaching across the table and taking her hand. She returned the smile, squeezing his hand. He took a bite of the dinner, some sort of foul, and nearly gagged. Something was wrong. Looking down, he found that he was biting into something red and oozing. He jumped up in alarm, dropping the fork. He looked over at his wife, and saw that she was dead and decomposing. Dread overtook him, and he fell to his knees. "No..." Niles whispered to himself. The walls fell away, and he found himself surrounded by chaos. Women screamed, running from stormtroopers. Children lay dead in the street, something was eating them. It had no face. And at the top of a throne of skull, a dark figure lorded over it all.
Colonel McNamara's eyes flew open, and he bolted to his feet, scooping up his rifle. All around him wounded soldiers groaned, or bemoaned the loss of other troopers. "On your feet, remember why you are fighting this evening!" rain was falling through a hole in the roof, and McNamara looked up, finding solace in the gray skies above. Lookin at his men once more. "Let these rains cool the fires of hatred, keep the flames of chaos at bay!" he cried, turning to look at the men around him. "Take heart, the people of Coruscant will remember your name for an age!" Niles cried, raising a fist to the air. "Don't give in to the Sith, my brothers! For home! For family! For planet! For the Alliance! We will not give in! We will fight to the end! Let this war end when the last soldier leaves their post, onto a better world!" turning towards the entrance, he saw none other than the Chief of State, armed with dual blaster pistols, march off towards the enemy lines. He turned to face his men once more.
"Our own leader, a politician, is leading the charge! What does that say of you? That no man must be spared of combat! That no person will be untouched by this war, no family untainted by the stink of the Sith! We must ensure that our leaders live on, to take the fight back to the Sith! To retake our worlds, from Coruscant, to Alsakan, to Bothuwai, and to Bastion! Our cry shall be heard, today AND tomorrow!" McNamara turned, and ran forward, crying out "Onward, to glory! Forward, to become tomorrow's legends!"
McNamara exited the atrium, just as Nathanaeu fired point blank into the Dark Lord of the battlefield. McNamara's skin crawled at the sight of the Sith, but he was not McNamara's enemy. Instead, McNamara was the one to fire the first shot into the Sith troops, just as the leader of the Galactic Alliance was pulled from the battle. "Cover the Chief of State!" the soldier roared, letting loose a burst of fire into the Imperial troopers. "Vin, Jay!" he cried at two nearby NCOs, letting down heavy surpressing fire, "Get Bastele!" he ordered, and the two NCOs sprung into action, each followed by four troopers. Jay got there first, and launched himself at the Chief of State, grabbing for his collar in order to pull the Hapan back to safety.
"I'm sorry, sir!" Vin cried, over the roar of battle that erupted around him. "Colonel McNamara's orders!" the squad of troopers made a defensive line around Bastele, their one and only priority at the moment to pull the politician off the battlefield.
Colonel McNamara himself ran forward, arriving next the Hapan and yelling into his ear "That was reckless as hell, sir!" then he clapped him on the shoulder. "Good job! Let's get you the hell out of here!"
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