Post by Courtney Solo on Jun 13, 2006 17:57:37 GMT -5
Title: The Battle of Tzachar Khar
Author(s):[/u] Courtney_Solo
Timeframe: BytS - AU
Genre:[/u] Agnst
Characters:[/u]
Anakin Solo / Male Commander + Jedi Master / Age: 25
Glynn Thur / Female Air Assault Specialist / Age: 39
Jacen Solo / Male Jedi Master / Age: 27
Jaina Solo / Female, Sword of the Jedi / Age: 27
Jagged Fel / Male Assault Pilot / Age: 30
Keira Combust / Female Youth Recruit / Age: 18
Lars Calrissian / Male Youth Recruit / Age: 17
Marth / Male Assault Pilot + Soldier / Age: 35
McKaren Solustar / Female Youth Recruit / Age: 16
Murcury Solo / Male Toddler / Age: 9 months
Nute Flynn / Male Soldier / Age: 40
Orn Hull / Male Ground Assault Specialist / Age: 32
Palis Moiya / Male Soldier / Age: 50
Sara King / Female Youth Recruit + gunman / Age: 19
Tahiri Veila Solo / Female Jedi Master + Mom / Age: 23
Zoe (Joy) Solo / Female Youngling / Age: 2 yrs.
Keywords:[/u] Tzachar Khar
Summary:[/u] Three teams are sent to an unsafe, unscouted area, thinking it to be considerably safe, by night. Only 5 men will make it back. Who will be exterminated?
Notes: This is deticated to the men and women who gave their lives for the United States. This vignette is based on the true battle that occured on March, 2002 in the Rescue at Roberts Ridge. Thanks for the plot bunny.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"What's the report?" Anakin Solo called out to a young recruit. Lars Calrissian, the only son of Lando Calrissian, answered immediately.
"All the LZs are clear. No Vong in sight," the youth reported. "But frankly, sir, I don't trust the reports; something's not right. Our Landing Zones haven't been checked out."
Glynn Thur's thin eyebrows went up. She was the Air Assault Specialist on the team, and knew the consequences of landing in unscouted LZs. "And why haven't they?"
"Some problems with maintenance," Keira Combust, another Youth Recruit, supplied. "But the information checks out."
"There could be serious trials if our LZs are checked. Check them, again, please," Sara King, the Youth Recruit Captain, ordered.
Jaina Solo Fel walked up. "What seems to be the problem?"
"Nothing. It's under control. My squadn is prepared to move out," Orn Hull supplied.
The Sword of the Jedi nodded. "Very well. Orn, you and your squad will board that vessel. It will let you off immediately at your LZ. If you run into any problems, com us instantly," Orn nodded. He, McKaren Solustar, Keira Combust and Jacen Solo followed.
"Jag, is our craft ready?" Jaina asked her husband. He nodded. "Good. Marth, Nute Flynn, Glynn Thur; you three will accompany me to the LZ nearest to the LZ on the ridge," Her team nodded and boarded their vessel. "The rest of you are with Anakin. Good luck."
Anakin turned to his team. So young, he thought. I hope nothing happens to them.
Palis Moiya, Sara King, Lars Calrissian and Anakin seated themselves inside their vessel,
waiting for the order to join the battle.
"[crackling] ... Jaina to Jacen; do you copy? This is Air Assault preparing to engage."
Anakin held his breath, waiting for his brother to reply.
He was hunched over the com unit in the craft.
The pilot, his brother-in-law, was eager to hear as well.
"[crackling] ... Jacen to Jaina; we copy. Ground Assault is prepared to engage."
All of a sudden, heavy fire began to rain down upon Jacen's team from all sides.
The snowy slopes of Tzachar Khar provided little cover.
"[crackling] ... Cover, cover, cover! Air Assault, we need immediate cover!" Orn's voice was filled with panic.
"[crackling] ... Orn's been hit!"
"Get outta there, Jace. You can't advance from that position!" Anakin muttered.
"Get --- now! Ge- -out! We can -andle it from -ere," Jaina ordered. "We'll -et there as -oon a- possible."
"Jag, charge up the craft. She'll never reach him in time!"
"[crackling] ... Too m-ch fire t- move, breakin- -up ... -an't -ear you-" Orn sounded exhausted.
Anakin pressed the com button. "Stay where you are, Jace! We're coming."
"We -idn't even ge- close enough to -ake out their - - ysalamiri," Jacen sounded disappointed.
"Anakin, n-! Don-'t come! --ay wh-re yo- -re!" Jaina ordered. But, unfortunately, he couldn't hear her.
"Lower her down easy ... easy ... there! Come on, Team 1! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" Anakin helped them board. "Okay, Jag, they're all up! Go, go, go! Join Jaina near the summit."
"Oh, Force!" Orn sat up. "Where's Solustar?"
Keira set her jaw. "McKaren fell. I'm going down to help her."
"No, no, no!" Polis Moiya exclaimed. "We don't have enough men to send down a rescue team!"
"Then I'll see you on the other side. No man, or woman, is left behind," she saulted, then jumped from the craft.
Anakin watched her go sadly. "Goodbye, Keira."
"[crackling] ... Glynn to Combined Assault; do you copy?"
Lars grabbed the comlink. "We copy. Go ahead."
"Calrissian, this is Marth. We need immediate back -- up! Glynn's been shot ... -edical atten- - ion need-d!"
"Our targets have been spotted!" Sara King called out. "One o' clock, three o' clock, five o' clock..."
"They have us in their sights!"
"Take evasive action!" Anakin ordered. "Jacen, take Orn and Palis Moiya around the long way. You shouldn't be spotted easily. I'll take the rest of the troops up the sheilded way to draw their fire." Jacen nodded.
"Keep returning fire!" Orn shouted.
"C'mon, Hull, let's get outta here!" Jacen stated.
"We've been hit! Prepare for a bumpy landing!"
"The LZ's not clear!" Sara King shouted. Suddenly, a shot peirced the hull and caught her in the chest.
"We're probably not landing there, kid," Jag called back. The vessel crashed to the ground a few meters below the summit.
"Find Jaina and the rest of Team 2!" Anakin ordered. Jag Fel opened his pilot's door and was immediately shot in the hand.
He shouted, but did not complain. "Take shelter!" He called, whipping out his med kit. Sara, who'd been manning the guns, was shot first. All the shots seemed directed at her.
"They're picking off the wounded!" Anakin exclaimed in distaste. All of a sudden, he was shot in the leg. "Ahn!"
"Jaina, on the count of three, throw your thermal detonator at the closest Vong encampment you see," he gasped into the comlink. "One ... two ... three!" The two encampments close by exploded.
"Anakin, we can't hold out. We need to regroup. We'll meet you where you are," Nute Flynn stated.
"Very well,"
"Anakin; Orn and Polis Moiya have been hit. They didn't make it," Jacen's voice came over the com. They had now been fighting for almost a day.
Anakin didn't have time to mourn. "Don't leave them behind."
"I won't. Hey, there's abandoned equipment here. It looks like McKaren's,"
"That's not good. Um ... any sign?"
"Uh ... not good news. McKaren and Keira didn't make it," Jacen's voice cracked. "I can't carry all four of them."
"Save yourself, we'll pick them up on our way out."
Jaina leapt down the cliff and halted by her brother. "Nute didn't make it. He was shot down halfway here. How many have we lost?"
"We've lost Polis Moiya, Orn Hull, Sara King, McKaren Solustar, Keira Combust and now, Nute Flynn. Is Glynn alright?"
"Yeah, she's fine," Jaina sighed. "Force, so many recruits. How's Jacen?"
"He's alive. Jag's hand is wounded, but he's alive as well," Anakin limped over to Lars, who was helping Glynn bandage her wound.
"Lars, do you have a thermal detonator?"
"Yes - here - why?"
"Because I know how to stop the crossfire," Anakin threw the TD as hard as he could, using the Force to guide it's path. It exploded, and the fire ceased. But there was no celebration. "Quick, get the wounded together. We're going down to a safe LZ to com for a shuttle."
Lars hoisted Glynn onto his shoulders and began to trek down the slope. Marth followed, as well as Jacen, Jaina, Jag and Anakin. The peace was broken by the sound of distant gunfire. "Watch out!"
Everyone was tossed to the ground by the TD, but no one was killed. Lars cried out in pain, and everyone became grave. They seemed to feel the pain he was going through. Lars stood up, and Jacen quickly aided him. Marth aided Glynn down the slope, with Jaina, Jag and Anakin close behind.
Anakin Solo's sensed flared. "Duck!" He yelled. But his order came too late for Marth.
"No!" Glynn cried. She began to fall, but Anakin caught her. I will not let her die, too.
He unsheathed his blaster, took careful aim, and fired.
An explosion followed.
The moans of the Yuuzhan Vong echoed throughout the mountaintop, then diminished, with the silent threat that the war was not yet over.
But not one cared.
All they cared about was one another.
A selfless effort to ensure the other's safety.
"Solo to Base; do you copy?"
"Base copies, Solo,"
"Send an emergency shuttle immediately for the critically wounded," Anakin set Glynn down on the soft snow gently.
"Unfortunately, Solo, we cannot comply. You must wait until after nightfall. Then it will be safe to deliver the shuttle."
"War is heck, General, and this mountaintop is as safe as it will ever be," Anakin growled.
"Stand by ..."
-6 Hours Later-
"Hey, Anakin?" Lars voice was hoarse.
"Yeah, buddy?"
"Tell my father ... I'm sorry ..."
"W-what? Oh my gosh, Glynn! Get a med kit, a.s.a.p! Hang in there, Lars, hang on!"
"Lars, hang on!" Jaina crawled over to him.
"Don't lose it, buddy," Jag joined his wife by Lars' side.
"I don't feel a pulse ..." Glynn moaned.
Anakin sat back against a tree and began to sob. He mourned for all the lost lives.
He mourned for all the Youth Recruit's parents. And he mourned for himself.
He mourned that he hadn't been taken along with them.
"Thank the General for sending the shuttle with such speed. He has killed Lars Calrissian in his laziness."
"Daddy!" 2 year old, Zoe Joy Solo, exclaimed. She ran into her father's arms. "Daddy, I'm so glad you're home!" Anakin smiled and swung his daughter around.
"I'm glad I'm home, too, sweetie," he stated. Tahiri Veila Solo walked up to her husband and hugged him with one arm. In the other was their youngest child, Mercury Solo. Murcury hugged his father.
"We missed you, Heroboy," Tahiri kissed his cheek. Anakin sighed. "What's wrong?"
He shook his head. "Now's not the time to talk about it," He eyed his children and Tahiri understood. "I love you." Anakin whispered, and kissed her lips softly.
"I love you, too," she smiled. "Now, c'mon! Your mother and I cooked a special dinner. Even young Zoe helped miz the salad."
"I'll remember that when I'm looking for boogers," Anakin Solo laughed. "It's good to be home."
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Thank you, United States Army, for keeping our country safe.
Author(s):[/u] Courtney_Solo
Timeframe: BytS - AU
Genre:[/u] Agnst
Characters:[/u]
Anakin Solo / Male Commander + Jedi Master / Age: 25
Glynn Thur / Female Air Assault Specialist / Age: 39
Jacen Solo / Male Jedi Master / Age: 27
Jaina Solo / Female, Sword of the Jedi / Age: 27
Jagged Fel / Male Assault Pilot / Age: 30
Keira Combust / Female Youth Recruit / Age: 18
Lars Calrissian / Male Youth Recruit / Age: 17
Marth / Male Assault Pilot + Soldier / Age: 35
McKaren Solustar / Female Youth Recruit / Age: 16
Murcury Solo / Male Toddler / Age: 9 months
Nute Flynn / Male Soldier / Age: 40
Orn Hull / Male Ground Assault Specialist / Age: 32
Palis Moiya / Male Soldier / Age: 50
Sara King / Female Youth Recruit + gunman / Age: 19
Tahiri Veila Solo / Female Jedi Master + Mom / Age: 23
Zoe (Joy) Solo / Female Youngling / Age: 2 yrs.
Keywords:[/u] Tzachar Khar
Summary:[/u] Three teams are sent to an unsafe, unscouted area, thinking it to be considerably safe, by night. Only 5 men will make it back. Who will be exterminated?
Notes: This is deticated to the men and women who gave their lives for the United States. This vignette is based on the true battle that occured on March, 2002 in the Rescue at Roberts Ridge. Thanks for the plot bunny.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"What's the report?" Anakin Solo called out to a young recruit. Lars Calrissian, the only son of Lando Calrissian, answered immediately.
"All the LZs are clear. No Vong in sight," the youth reported. "But frankly, sir, I don't trust the reports; something's not right. Our Landing Zones haven't been checked out."
Glynn Thur's thin eyebrows went up. She was the Air Assault Specialist on the team, and knew the consequences of landing in unscouted LZs. "And why haven't they?"
"Some problems with maintenance," Keira Combust, another Youth Recruit, supplied. "But the information checks out."
"There could be serious trials if our LZs are checked. Check them, again, please," Sara King, the Youth Recruit Captain, ordered.
Jaina Solo Fel walked up. "What seems to be the problem?"
"Nothing. It's under control. My squadn is prepared to move out," Orn Hull supplied.
The Sword of the Jedi nodded. "Very well. Orn, you and your squad will board that vessel. It will let you off immediately at your LZ. If you run into any problems, com us instantly," Orn nodded. He, McKaren Solustar, Keira Combust and Jacen Solo followed.
"Jag, is our craft ready?" Jaina asked her husband. He nodded. "Good. Marth, Nute Flynn, Glynn Thur; you three will accompany me to the LZ nearest to the LZ on the ridge," Her team nodded and boarded their vessel. "The rest of you are with Anakin. Good luck."
Anakin turned to his team. So young, he thought. I hope nothing happens to them.
Palis Moiya, Sara King, Lars Calrissian and Anakin seated themselves inside their vessel,
waiting for the order to join the battle.
"[crackling] ... Jaina to Jacen; do you copy? This is Air Assault preparing to engage."
Anakin held his breath, waiting for his brother to reply.
He was hunched over the com unit in the craft.
The pilot, his brother-in-law, was eager to hear as well.
"[crackling] ... Jacen to Jaina; we copy. Ground Assault is prepared to engage."
All of a sudden, heavy fire began to rain down upon Jacen's team from all sides.
The snowy slopes of Tzachar Khar provided little cover.
"[crackling] ... Cover, cover, cover! Air Assault, we need immediate cover!" Orn's voice was filled with panic.
"[crackling] ... Orn's been hit!"
"Get outta there, Jace. You can't advance from that position!" Anakin muttered.
"Get --- now! Ge- -out! We can -andle it from -ere," Jaina ordered. "We'll -et there as -oon a- possible."
"Jag, charge up the craft. She'll never reach him in time!"
"[crackling] ... Too m-ch fire t- move, breakin- -up ... -an't -ear you-" Orn sounded exhausted.
Anakin pressed the com button. "Stay where you are, Jace! We're coming."
"We -idn't even ge- close enough to -ake out their - - ysalamiri," Jacen sounded disappointed.
"Anakin, n-! Don-'t come! --ay wh-re yo- -re!" Jaina ordered. But, unfortunately, he couldn't hear her.
"Lower her down easy ... easy ... there! Come on, Team 1! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" Anakin helped them board. "Okay, Jag, they're all up! Go, go, go! Join Jaina near the summit."
"Oh, Force!" Orn sat up. "Where's Solustar?"
Keira set her jaw. "McKaren fell. I'm going down to help her."
"No, no, no!" Polis Moiya exclaimed. "We don't have enough men to send down a rescue team!"
"Then I'll see you on the other side. No man, or woman, is left behind," she saulted, then jumped from the craft.
Anakin watched her go sadly. "Goodbye, Keira."
"[crackling] ... Glynn to Combined Assault; do you copy?"
Lars grabbed the comlink. "We copy. Go ahead."
"Calrissian, this is Marth. We need immediate back -- up! Glynn's been shot ... -edical atten- - ion need-d!"
"Our targets have been spotted!" Sara King called out. "One o' clock, three o' clock, five o' clock..."
"They have us in their sights!"
"Take evasive action!" Anakin ordered. "Jacen, take Orn and Palis Moiya around the long way. You shouldn't be spotted easily. I'll take the rest of the troops up the sheilded way to draw their fire." Jacen nodded.
"Keep returning fire!" Orn shouted.
"C'mon, Hull, let's get outta here!" Jacen stated.
"We've been hit! Prepare for a bumpy landing!"
"The LZ's not clear!" Sara King shouted. Suddenly, a shot peirced the hull and caught her in the chest.
"We're probably not landing there, kid," Jag called back. The vessel crashed to the ground a few meters below the summit.
"Find Jaina and the rest of Team 2!" Anakin ordered. Jag Fel opened his pilot's door and was immediately shot in the hand.
He shouted, but did not complain. "Take shelter!" He called, whipping out his med kit. Sara, who'd been manning the guns, was shot first. All the shots seemed directed at her.
"They're picking off the wounded!" Anakin exclaimed in distaste. All of a sudden, he was shot in the leg. "Ahn!"
"Jaina, on the count of three, throw your thermal detonator at the closest Vong encampment you see," he gasped into the comlink. "One ... two ... three!" The two encampments close by exploded.
"Anakin, we can't hold out. We need to regroup. We'll meet you where you are," Nute Flynn stated.
"Very well,"
"Anakin; Orn and Polis Moiya have been hit. They didn't make it," Jacen's voice came over the com. They had now been fighting for almost a day.
Anakin didn't have time to mourn. "Don't leave them behind."
"I won't. Hey, there's abandoned equipment here. It looks like McKaren's,"
"That's not good. Um ... any sign?"
"Uh ... not good news. McKaren and Keira didn't make it," Jacen's voice cracked. "I can't carry all four of them."
"Save yourself, we'll pick them up on our way out."
Jaina leapt down the cliff and halted by her brother. "Nute didn't make it. He was shot down halfway here. How many have we lost?"
"We've lost Polis Moiya, Orn Hull, Sara King, McKaren Solustar, Keira Combust and now, Nute Flynn. Is Glynn alright?"
"Yeah, she's fine," Jaina sighed. "Force, so many recruits. How's Jacen?"
"He's alive. Jag's hand is wounded, but he's alive as well," Anakin limped over to Lars, who was helping Glynn bandage her wound.
"Lars, do you have a thermal detonator?"
"Yes - here - why?"
"Because I know how to stop the crossfire," Anakin threw the TD as hard as he could, using the Force to guide it's path. It exploded, and the fire ceased. But there was no celebration. "Quick, get the wounded together. We're going down to a safe LZ to com for a shuttle."
Lars hoisted Glynn onto his shoulders and began to trek down the slope. Marth followed, as well as Jacen, Jaina, Jag and Anakin. The peace was broken by the sound of distant gunfire. "Watch out!"
Everyone was tossed to the ground by the TD, but no one was killed. Lars cried out in pain, and everyone became grave. They seemed to feel the pain he was going through. Lars stood up, and Jacen quickly aided him. Marth aided Glynn down the slope, with Jaina, Jag and Anakin close behind.
Anakin Solo's sensed flared. "Duck!" He yelled. But his order came too late for Marth.
"No!" Glynn cried. She began to fall, but Anakin caught her. I will not let her die, too.
He unsheathed his blaster, took careful aim, and fired.
An explosion followed.
The moans of the Yuuzhan Vong echoed throughout the mountaintop, then diminished, with the silent threat that the war was not yet over.
But not one cared.
All they cared about was one another.
A selfless effort to ensure the other's safety.
"Solo to Base; do you copy?"
"Base copies, Solo,"
"Send an emergency shuttle immediately for the critically wounded," Anakin set Glynn down on the soft snow gently.
"Unfortunately, Solo, we cannot comply. You must wait until after nightfall. Then it will be safe to deliver the shuttle."
"War is heck, General, and this mountaintop is as safe as it will ever be," Anakin growled.
"Stand by ..."
-6 Hours Later-
"Hey, Anakin?" Lars voice was hoarse.
"Yeah, buddy?"
"Tell my father ... I'm sorry ..."
"W-what? Oh my gosh, Glynn! Get a med kit, a.s.a.p! Hang in there, Lars, hang on!"
"Lars, hang on!" Jaina crawled over to him.
"Don't lose it, buddy," Jag joined his wife by Lars' side.
"I don't feel a pulse ..." Glynn moaned.
Anakin sat back against a tree and began to sob. He mourned for all the lost lives.
He mourned for all the Youth Recruit's parents. And he mourned for himself.
He mourned that he hadn't been taken along with them.
"Thank the General for sending the shuttle with such speed. He has killed Lars Calrissian in his laziness."
"Daddy!" 2 year old, Zoe Joy Solo, exclaimed. She ran into her father's arms. "Daddy, I'm so glad you're home!" Anakin smiled and swung his daughter around.
"I'm glad I'm home, too, sweetie," he stated. Tahiri Veila Solo walked up to her husband and hugged him with one arm. In the other was their youngest child, Mercury Solo. Murcury hugged his father.
"We missed you, Heroboy," Tahiri kissed his cheek. Anakin sighed. "What's wrong?"
He shook his head. "Now's not the time to talk about it," He eyed his children and Tahiri understood. "I love you." Anakin whispered, and kissed her lips softly.
"I love you, too," she smiled. "Now, c'mon! Your mother and I cooked a special dinner. Even young Zoe helped miz the salad."
"I'll remember that when I'm looking for boogers," Anakin Solo laughed. "It's good to be home."
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Thank you, United States Army, for keeping our country safe.
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