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Latenight intergalactic radio: Hey all you cool Loth cats and kittens, here's that swingin' single "Touch Tha Tiddy" by none other than The New Clones on The Block. Turn it up and always practice responsible dancing ��
Fun fact: several of my SWtOR friends ran with the headcanon that their squad of Republic troopers was, much to their embarrassment, employed to make boy-band-like music videos as a Long Leash/Congress for Cultural Freedom-style anti-Imperial PsyOp.
My extremely uncool low-charisma nerd of a Jedi sage was getting hatemail from angry fangirls for being seen in the presence of the requisite “Extremely sexually non-threatening, you grandma probably stans him” member of the group for ages before it occurred to her that uh-oh, yeeeeeeah, he real pretty.
Cyclone Squad people!
Once I've achieved the Galactic Conqueror title, I shall be redesigning my Coruscant apartment as Kham's home.
Since Cyclone Squad are essentially Kham's family, each member of the squad will get a room and can choose how to decorate it. Let me know what decorations you want and I shall gather them and duly design each room :D
I'll tag you guys and you can just message me as and when you get a few ideas :)
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ALSO I know how Cyclone Squad can even justify its name in TES:O.
So one of the permanent gates from Nirn to Coldharbour is at sea, at the bottom of a whirlpool in a permanent storm.
In a cyclone, if you will.
Therefore, the Knightly Order of the Cyclone is devoted to ridding the world of Molag Bal's minions and cultists, and to bring light and freedom to Tamriel!
Someone in Cyclone Squad needs to have a really surreal, random dream involving Garza seducing them and them waking up screaming loud enough to wake up the whole crew.
/random late night thoughts
Breja receives a painting of Corellia from Ishev. Instead of being of a single location, it's of the planet itself, hanging in space with the sun coming up behind it and lighting the atmosphere. The other planets of the system can be seen in astronomically-correct locations.
Breja gets Ishev a bottle of wine from Alderaan. She’s done her research. It’s from Ishev’s House’s orchard and it’s from one of the best years, before the war. Attached is a note saying that she doesn’t care for this fancy stuff, since a good Corellian ale’ll get you just as drunk, but she thinks he needs to remember not to get too stuffy with the Jedi and to remember where he came from.
Not exactly in those words, but it inspired the ending scene of this!
In which Cyclone Squad rescues Loren Fidelis and Ishev assists Ellekai.
The Empire’s renewed offensive couldn’t have come at a worse time. The Republic had gotten its forces tied up in the Makeb and Ilum issues and had turned a bit of its focus away from a planet it considered safely recaptured. Senator Luz was on Corellia, giving reassurance to the population that Coruscant still considered them worth defending. So naturally the Empire decided it was time to start a bombing campaign that had already wrecked two bases near the heart of Coronet.
At the time that a broad alert was sent out to Special Forces, Cyclone Squad had been within two days of the system. They had been on a training exercise with a few other squads and some Jedi combat support teams. Naturally, that was canceled and the group was sent to back up the forces in place on the planet.
The first assigned objective had been to secure the Senator, who was near one of the endangered bases.The squad arrived just as the shelling ceased and the ground force assault began in earnest, and they immediately split up to start covering differing objectives. Alrina and Kham gave cover for Dallond and one of Blizzard Squad’s medics as they entered the damaged building to treat the wounded there.
Ishev fought side by side with Breja, their cannons raining plasma fire and bolt rounds on the Imperial gunners coming at them. Two waves of Imperial men were cut down with only one severe injury from the trooper forces, one he learned about via the the comm-chatter when he heard Alrina call for a man down to be pulled into the building.
There was a brief breather after the second wave, and it gave Ishev a moment to think. He looked over the bodies and noted that the opponents were equipped in uniforms, no armor at all, and he furrowed his brow. Lower-quality equipment because the Imperials were overextending by pushing so far in? Or was the first set the cannon fodder designed to soften up the defending forces before the heavier armored infantry charged in to wipe them out?
He tapped his transmitter onto the squad channel. “Cyclone One, Four here. I think they might be coming back with heavier units.”
"Four, One. Acknowledged."
Breja looked over. “Expecting trouble?”
"Why would they send such poorly-armored people into a critical bunker?"
Her good eye widened. “You think they’re preparing another wave.Nice catch, Alderaan.”
"Just keeping your base intact," he replied genially.
A static screech echoed through their helmets and Ishev saw several other Republic soldiers all flinch at once. Then a panicked voice cut in, broken up by interference “Imperials- tunnels - breaking into the-“
Breja hefted Mister Blows’em’all’up. “There must be a Selonian tunnel under the base. They must be breaking into it-“
"-while we’re standing around with our pants down out here," Ishev completed.
"Come on!" she snapped, rushing back towards the base. "Cyclone Two to One. We’re entering the base and reinforcing the internal units."
Kham’s voice came over the squad channel. “Get in there and-“
His commander’s words were cut off by a voice from the command channel. “Cyclone, Avalanche, secure the interior base immediately. Protect the Senator at all costs. All other objectives are secondary.”
"Abandon even the wounded?" he muttered, forgetting he was still on the local channel.
"Thought the Senator was your friend," Breja tossed back.
"He is, but he wouldn’t want us to protect him and leave the rest-"
"Think of it this way. Killing the Imps will prevent them from killing the wounded, or the Senator," she suggested. He couldn’t see her face, since she was in the lead, but he could imagine the manic light in her human eye, the snarl as her lips twisted in glee at the idea of engaging in more action.
He couldn’t argue with that point. Then they were inside the base and his attention was caught up in firing at Imperial soldiers. These were armored in the thick black and red of the infantry units that he expected to see, and they required a few hits from the cannon before dropping.
Breja opened the door to one room and found nothing but Imperials, so Ishev threw a stun grenade past her and she slammed the door shut. A dull whumph! sounded and he heard thuds of dropping bodies. She reopened it and he prepared to fire, but everyone in the room was on the floor incapacitated. She slammed it again and he moved to the panel, sealing it so that only thermite or standard Republic override codes could get through it.
They continued methodically sweeping the base, going room by room and corridor by corridor. Ishev’s patience began to fray at the edges as they worked - he knew that they had to ensure the whole area was cleared, and yet he felt something tugging him onwards, something insisting that he needed to move deeper into the base. Breja’s cursing as they moved through empty room after empty room occasionally reached him even through both their helmets. So at first he assumed that the edge was her frustration and need for action.
Suddenly the nagging feeling reached a crescendo with a sensation that was like a hot knife being slid through his gut and an explosion of red-black light behind his eyes that fractured his vision temporarily. He staggered and leaned against the wall, gasping for air that had fled his lungs.
Breja looked over. “What is it?”
"Need to get to the-" He hesitated, and she tilted her head. "Mess hall," he said after a moment, the words just coming from him. He pushed off from the wall and reached into his belt to grab a local plasma charge, fiddling with it for a moment. She didn’t question him further, but took off down the halls, Ishev hot on her heels.
They encountered a pocket of resistance in the large corridor before the hall, which they dispatched with Ishev flinging a cryo grenade and Breja blasting a series of high-impact rounds from her cannon at the trapped opponents. He saw another grenade come arcing from behind the Imperial forces, and he and Breja had just enough time to turn away before it exploded, flinging shrapnel about.
A Zabrak trooper who wasn’t wearing a helmet nodded at them. Ishev thought he might be from Avalanche. “Thanks for the rescue. They had us pinned down good.”
Ishev nodded distractedly and continued his single-minded path towards the hall. Behind him he heard Breja saying something to the Avalanche men, but there was something in his ears - or was it his head? - which blocked his ability to truly concentrate on everything else, drawing him forward.
He carefully opened the doors to the mess hall and looked through. Immediately he was horrified by the tableau he saw there. Imperial soldiers stood in a firing squad position, aiming at several Republic soldiers, many of them wounded, and Senator Luz, blaster pistol in hand. Leading them was a Sith, red lightsabers blazing, in front of Ellekai, who stood before the others with lightsaber blazing in one hand and and had her other hand up in a defensive posture. He saw a shimmering light and realized that she was holding up a barrier. But how long has she been holding it? he wondered, afraid she would drop it and he would see her massacred before him.
He pulled his head out and looked at the soldiers behind him. Now that he’d identified the source of his distress, he felt calmer and less keyed up. “There’s four Imperial troopers and a Sith. One of our Jedi is protecting the senator and our troops. They’re lined up with their back to this door.”
Breja changed the cell in her cannon. He pulled out three sonic grenades and configured them to simultaneously go off.
Another prickle of tension suffused his body. Ishev looked over at his fellow Cyclone soldier. “We need to go now. We can’t afford to wait.” His hands twitched.
"Go," she said, and threw open the door. "Hey, Imperial motherfu-"
Ishev threw the grenades past her. By stroke of fortune or the Force, Senator Luz had been looking straight them Ishev when the door opened. “COVER YOUR EARS!” he yelled, and most of the troopers moved to obey. Ishev spared a moment to worry about Ellekai, and then the grenades went off.
No matter how well trained they were, most people clapped their hands over their ears with a sonic blast happened. The Imperial troopers’ helmets muted some of it, but the shock meant they were a few seconds slow in turning and raising their weapons. Breja’s hail of plasma bolts and the ensuing localized fire burned them badly. Three dropped to the floor, while the fourth staggered but got off a wild shot before Breja’s cannon caught him in the chest.
The Sith threw up a hand and stayed unaffected. “Foolish soldiers, come to die.” He closed his hand, and both Ishev and Breja felt their throats compress and their feet lift above the ground. Both their weapons clattered from their hands.
"Not on my watch!" Her hand moved in a gesture Ishev had seen before. The Sith yelled in pain. He spun to face the Jedi, losing his telekinetic grasp on the troopers as he did.
They fell to the ground coughing. Breja pulled grenades from her belt and flung them at the Sith. The cryogenic one froze his feet and the frag grenade eliced holes in the armor, but he didn’t turn to look at them again. He threw one lightsaber towards Ellekai, who parried it with her own.
Ishev bent down and picked up the shaped plasma charge from earlier. He threw it at the Sith. Miraculously it traveled the whole way, latched onto a gash in his armor and beeped once, twice, and then exploded. The plasma raced into the armor shell and burned the Sith, who fell to his knees. Breja shot him in the back with a high impact round, and Ellekai’s saber stroke ended his life.
He raced into the room and over to them. “Senator, are you hurt?” he asked, looking over the politician and friend quickly.
"I’m fine, thanks to our mutual friend here," the Senator said with good humor.
"Relieved to hear it, sir," Breja said.
He turned his attention to Ellekai, covered in soot and blood, with lines around her eyes. Without thinking, his hand went out and touched the side of her face. He stiffened a little, feeling a mixture of something roiling and snarling, and weariness and pain. “You don’t look fine.”
"She’s been continually treating the wounded for a half-hour. I’m given to understand it’s an energy-intensive process," the Senator said.
"Is there anyone else needing treatment?" Dallond asked from behind them. He and a trooper from Avalanche had come in the door and were checking the Imperial bodies.
"There’s a man with a leg wound. She was going to treat him before the Sith broke in," the Senator volunteered.
"Did they say anything about what they wanted?" the Avalanche officer asked.
"Me, dead. What else is new?"
Ishev would normally have laughed at how glibly the Corellian passed off attempts on his life, but he was still caught in his odd communion with Ellekai. The snarling was calming and the pain intensifying, as though she was directing her efforts from one battlefield to another. He finally managed to pull his fingers away from her face and clear his throat, intending to speak to her.
Dallond had moved to the trooper in question. He had kolto and surgical instruments. “I have this one,” he announced.
"He’ll lose the leg," she interrupted. "There’s shrapnel close to the artery." Ellekai turned towards the wounded trooper on the bed and held her hands out to begin the healing.
"You’re tired," Ishev spoke up. Before she could open her mouth to argue, he offered her his hand, palm up. "Draw on me, if you have to. But you can’t treat everyone in here on your own reserves. If you handle the critical patients, Dallond and I can treat the others with conventional medicine."
"I’ve got your back in case any more Imps show up," Breja reassured. She clicked the radio. "Cyclone One, Two here. We’ve neutralized a Sith and have the Senator under guard. Four and Five are rendering medical assistance."
"Understood. We’re on our way," Kham said.
He felt another undercurrent, but it passed by before Ellekai took his hand. This time her barriers were up more strongly, and he didn’t pick anything off her. “Ready?” she asked, and at his nod she summoned the Force.
- - -
It took three hours to finish clearing the base, sealing the tunnels, and calling for an evac. Ishev spent most of that helping Ellekai and Dallond patching up the wounded. By the end of it he felt dizzy but not sick, so he was sitting on a couch with a juice drink and his arm around Ellekai.
"I hope you don’t think I was calling your capabilities into question earlier," he said. "But if you overextended yourself you’d be doing no one good."
He didn’t know why he was verbalizing the thoughts. Maybe she’d sensed it all earlier, when she’d been using him as - he didn’t even know how to describe it. She hadn’t needed his assistance often, so he’d been free to work on the less wounded, but there had been a civilian bleeding out internally that she’d spent time doing fine manipulations on. During that he’d felt her as though she was in the position she was in now, curled against him and drawing warmth from his body. But he didn’t know if that type of contact shared anything other than some type of energy.
She said nothing, and he worried he’d offended her. He tilted her chin up so he could admire her eyes. “You know,” he said after a moment, “you were beautiful earlier. Positively radiant.”
She looked dubious. “I was covered in blood.”
He chuckled and doesn’t point out that she still is - that they both are.. “There’s something about the way you are when you work. Limned in gold, like you’re in the middle of the corona of a sun. It’s like you’re meant to be doing exactly what you are, and the universe is recognizing that and giving you a moment of glory.”
A soft feeling like fur passing under his fingertips ghosted between them for a brief instant. “You were the hero in armor.”
"Nah," was all he could say to that.
"There’s something I’m curious about," she said after a moment. "How did you know?"
He furrowed his brow. “You know, I’m not sure. I just felt - this spike in my head, this pain in my gut, and I was running towards the mess hall.
"Fortuitous."
"You looked like you could have taken him," he reassured her. "I guess the Force was on our side today."
"Yes," she said softly, looking into the middle distance.
He could read in her look that she was thinking of something, but he didn’t pry. Instead he dropped a kiss to the top of her head, careful not to poke himself with a horn. The day’s exertions were catching up to him. “I think we should sleep the whole ride out of here.”
