My entry in the Clone Wars category of the 2010 Mocathalon. Those darn Separatists are up to no good again!
About this creation
Good morning, afternoon, or evening viewer. After a Stalingrad-scale battle against nature, I bring you this. Itís the same guy from my Christmas MOC (It wouldn't link, so you can go look it up if you're interested), his writing in the same format. As has been said, it's for the Clone Wars category of the Mocathalon. They said it could be as long as we needed it, so here it is, craptastic sets and all.
Also, our team name is pronounced: Prey-clar-ee Meal-aes. In case you were wondering.
Journal entry #437, Sieges of Aros, Month 35
Commander Tythas of the 930th Legion, Grand Army of the Republic
Well, itís over. Nearly three years after we landed, in clean armor, new weapons and vehicles, Aros has fallen, and we stand muddied, filthy, and battered. We try to stay presentable looking, but itís been hard here. Not only the state of cleanliness, nor the fighting, though that was nearly the worst of it, Iím talking the psychological impact this has had on my legion and I. Perhaps a bit of background is needed.
We owe our victory here to the collapse of the CIS front in this sector; their regional navy was smashed at Vesila two years ago, ever since, theyíve been tangled up in the Mid Rim debacle. This left them unable to re-supply their ground forces. It was only a matter of time from there, but a long time. Though theyíre still holding out on Scykor, the Confederate Army was put on the defensive thirteen months ago here. I'll attribute it to the fact their commander, one I've faced before, a droid by the designation of OOM-27 was recalled by Grievous to assist in some other major campaign. Since then, itís been our job to take out the remaining units. Over the next year, we mopped up resistance across the world. But one city held out. Tashfar, the capitol. They had some good defenses built in, there was no way a flat-out ground assault would work. So we sent in the bombers. Wave after wave, payload increasing each time. Eventually, what you see here was the result. Nothing but a skeleton of a once-proud city. We dared to hope this would demoralize the insurgents. Not at all. They fought till the bitter and bloody end.
So there we were, in the heart of Tashfar, fighting not even street to street, not even building to building, but room to room. It seemed like every damn civilian had picked up a gun and wanted us out. We could hear what we thought was Confederate propaganda blasting across the loudspeaker network. Turns out it was cityís mayor giving orders to fight to the death, for freedom and justice. To show us, the invaders and tyrants, that they wouldnít take oppression lying down. What oppression, we wondered.
Our ranks were beginning to run low, so we started recruiting auxiliary units from the locals. Most of them were Human. In fact, all of them I saw were Human. And most of the resistance was made of non-Humans. But, clones and auxiliaries, we fought. They fought right back, they did. The new Chancellor on Coruscant wasnít happy about the slowness of the war. We got the orders to step it up, get this job done by any means necessary.
Finally, the end came. Two years and eleven months of the longest campaign Iíve served on yet, ending right here, the old town district of Tashfar. There couldnít have been more than a hundred insurgents left. We marched right on in, expecting a short fight. Of course, it was short as we thought it would be, butÖ They knew they were doomed, they knew we had been instructed to give no quarter. It didnít matter; theyíd never take any.
The fighting was close, real close. This was worse than the trenches, in many ways. There was one droid here. Itís easier to fight droids, they donít bleed, they donít scream, they donít have that look between resignation and hopelessness when they know the end has come.
Then, it was over. The last Confederate insurgents had fallen. Aros was ours. Aros, a now burnt-out husk of a shattered culture, two-thirds the population dead from starvation, a sixth dead from our own guns, was ours. At least we could leave, right? No. A part of the Republicís new policy: Show these alien scum we donít take this resistance. So what were we told to do?
Torch what was left of Tashfar.
Take what few civilians were left and shoot them. This order wasnít taken well, they sent a JediÖ No, not a Jedi. A force-sensitive recruit with minimal training and a lightsaber to make sure we carried out the orders. Jedi would have never had stood for this.
What happened to the mayor, who told them to fight to the death?
We found him ambushing one of our patrols, but we managed to capture him. The orders were to take him back to Coruscant for war crime trials. What war crimes? Itís not our duty to ask questions though.
Before that though, I thought he did deserved to have his story written down. Not in the propaganda mills the Republic has set up, where theyíd make up some story about how evil he was. No, this man would have fought us Ďtill the end, which was precisely what he had been doing. In my book, thatís enough of a warrant to have your account of things made without the bias of the news and the lies of the government.
I have no doubt there are still a few resistors out there; insurgents who fled into the mountains or the forests, waiting out in the remotest areas of this world. Waiting for what? There will be no uprising here. When the Confederacy comes back, as they inevitably will, all they will find is a wreck of the glory Aros once was.
Good people, these were. Viscous when riled, but good. Just like the day of the first truce, I thought: Were these people really our enemy? They werenít the ones burning down cities and shooting civvies. That was us. In the early days of the war, such things were unthinkable, only to be committed by the enemy against us. But here we are, being the very thing we swore to destroy: Murders, tyrants, oppressors. And our enemy increasingly becomes what we swore to uphold, saviors, liberators, bringers of freedom and justice. Itís like weíve switched sides. Some days I find myself wondering, what would have happened if Kenobi and Skywalker had succeeded in rescuing Chancellor Palpatine from the Invisible Hand. Would we be any better off?
-I've been dealing with a full onslaught from life for 5 weeks now, going on 6. In short, kneeling down to do my MOCing hurts, impeding my progress and ability. Same goes for photoshooting. But judges, give me what you will. I'm really beyond caring at this point, at least I got one thing done.
Quoting Dave Kaleta
Nice work on the story, build and presentation. It's hard to see the bley rubble against the bley studded floor. Maybe a little more attention payed to the build would help here. 3 points.
Scene building is my downfall, I could have potentially done better though. Fair again.
Quoting Keith Goldman
Score of 1. I've had it with this category. Guys with guns kill each other in settings that are remarkably similar with stories that make me check out after the third sentence. 280 MOCS in I just can't take it anymore.
Gee, because clones not killing droids for once is a pretty common thing. But fair, this build is sub-par.
I like it
Spaztastic the Diabolical
March 6, 2010
I see no Star Wars aliens. Just some Thyrendi. You sure whatever you got isn't messing with your mind?