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Team consists solely of Atra Ventus.

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GJW XII Audio Drama Script

Members: Alara Deathbane, Kylex Sanguris, Shadow Nighthunter, Ric “Tater” Hunter, Zehsaa Hysh, Jorm Na'trej, Derek Cinn Reborn LXVI

Roles:
Jorm - as Jorm & Narrator
Shadow - as Shadow
Kylex - as Kylex
✓ Ric Tater - as Ric
Zehsaa - Zehsaa & Ithorian Raysa
Derek - as Derek
Angel - as Angel
Alara - Alara & Kiffar Femalas

NARRATOR: Our story begins with Excidiac heroes among what’s left of the Collective’s Communication Outpost at Tango, 9-5-6 Alpha . On a mission to gain as much intel as possible, our Excidiacs find themselves in a rather discouraging turn of events.

-- SLIGHTLY TENSE ATMOSPHERE MUSIC--

DEREK: Well, that’s the last of em. We’ve checked every single corpse we’ve left behind and there is nothing to be found on where we can find these buggers. Ugh!

SHADOW: There must be something around here, Derek… Perhaps, we have missed something from inside the outpost. Did you double check, Kylex?

KYLEX: Don’t you trust me, Shads? I checked in there several times! Zilch!

RIC: It’s possible to have missed something. Perhaps an extra set of eyes may help give a different perspective.

ZEHSAA: Might be right, Ric. I’ll go in with you, Kylex. Let’s check again. Just to be sure. I do trust your word but---

ALARA: JORM! YOU GET AWAY FROM THAT HARLOT RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME!!

SHADOW: And... Here we go. What are those two up to now? Angel, you’re closest; see anything?

ANGEL: *Sighs* Let’s go check.

--- SHUFFLING NOISES ---

JORM: ‘Ey pumpkin! I didn’t do anything wrong, these lovely ladies just happened to be here when I was checking out back.

1ST KIFFAR FEMALE: Oh dear, I really hope you don’t get stuck at ‘lady.’ Would be a shame, wouldn’t it, darlin’? (flirtacious)

ALARA: Exc-uuuseee me ?! Back off, harpy! Don’t make me send you back to your kung-hut-of-a-brothel.

2ND KIFFAR FEMALE: Oh, I don’t think you want to threaten my sister, Miss Deathbane. That wouldn’t be in your best interests. (mischevious)

ALARA: How did you --

3RD KIFFAR FEMALE: However, I think it’s a little too late for her to worry about her best interests. Daggo wants us to return with these meatbags as soon as possible. (As-a-matter-of-factly)

KYLEX: Daggo? As in, Daggo Mouk? (solemn realization)

DEREK: Thii--ss is bad. This is very bad. (panicking)

ZEHSAA: More of these ladies are coming to join us. (warning)

JORM: Unfortunately, I’m beginning to think this wasn’t planned as surprise party. (attempt at humor in solemnity)

RIC: It’s an ambush. We need to go. Now. (Stern)

-- Feminine laughter in the background and foreground--

1ST KIFFAR FEMALE: Little too late for that now, meatbags. You should be honored he’s chosen you for his experiments anyways. He only picks the good meat for them. (cocky) --flicks needle sound--

ALL: Umm.. what’s that? Oww! Let go of me! Paws off! (random improv refusing noises, forced noises. Being drugged.)

------SCENE CHANGE: SCARY LABORATORY SOUNDTRACK-------

NARRATOR: Sure enough, our heroes find themselves in the depths of Daggo’s dark laboratory; trapped and caged amongst other experiments of every species and organic substance.

DAGGO: Are the latest test subjects awake yet? (frustrated and anxious)

2ND KIFFAR FEMALE: Not yet, my lord. Perhaps we doused them with a little too much of your serum. (solemn)

DAGGO: I told you to go easy on the dose! At this rate they’ll be out for a klekket! (annoyed)

3RD FEMALE: I could just wake them up anyways… (sympathetic)

DAGGO: No, no, no! No harm done to them! All you huntresses are good for is kriffing up dust! Leave the prisoners to myself and the other scienti sts, now. Be gone! And fetch Raysa!

GIRLS: (Murmurs and angered hmmphs, stomps, spits, etc)

ITHORIAN RAYSA: You asked for me, my lord?

DAGGO: Ahh. (Sighs) I feel the room IQ average rising with those moof-milkers gone and my favorite scientist ready to work with me. Raysa, the Kiffar weren’t quite careful with dosing. Please wake up our experiments with as less violence as possible.

ITHORIAN RAYSA: But of course, Lord Daggo.

DAGGO: (steps away, voice trailing) Good. Thank you. Now where did I put that taser …

NARRATOR: She steps towards the cage to find Jorm half awake, smirking from the cage bars.

ITHORIAN RAYSA: Ahh, good. At least one of you are awake. That means our process can begin. (picks up zapping metallic object)

JORM: Oh my. That doesn’t look like a toy that I’ll enjoy playing with. Have anything that vibrates instead? (Sarcastic asf)

ITHORIAN RAYSA: Well aren’t you a funny one. I hope for your sake that you survive. We haven’t had much luck with the others. (earnest) Now as long as you cooperate, I won’t have to use this.

--DROID ARM NOISES SUDDENLY COME FROM ABOVE. CAGE OPENS UP. ARMS GRAB HOLD OF JORM. ARMS LIFT JORM IN CHAIR ACROSS THE ROOM--

JORM: Hmmm. Still not as fun as I’d like. (slightly frustrated)

ITHORIAN RAYSA: Now now. Stay still and you won’t be hurt. I promise I’ll do my best to help.

JORM: Oh how comforting. (sarcasm)

DAGGO: (footsteps) Ahh, another one joins the conscious living in time for our scientific exploration into this beautiful specimen.. Shall we begin?

ALARA: I don’t think so, ya Barve. Get your rusty claws off of my Jormypoo.

DEREK: (half awake) Jormypoo? (giggles)

JORM: Oh c’mon Alara, you know I hate that name.

DAGGO: (half-laughing) Was that supposed to be a threat, Sephi?

ALARA: You know it was. You touch him or any of my comrades and I’ll skin you and every other one of your wrench-jockeys to hang as flags on your outposts.

RIC: If you think you can hold any of us in here, you’re very wrong.

ITHORIAN RAYSA: Would you like me to dip them back into unconsciousness, my Lord?

DAGGO: Nah. Let them watch their friend go through with our tests. I always work better with an audience. (glee)

-- TROOP OF SISTERS RUSH IN--

DAGGO: Ahh, more to watch and more to please! (giddy)

HUNTRESS 1: The perimeter is still secure, my Lord. We figured we better stay close in case your experiment goes sour...again.

DAGGO: Excuuhhuuussee me?! (gawk) Don’t underestimate the knowledge I’ve gained from Darth Plageius! I know this time… This time I’ve got it right! (determined)

ITHORIAN RAYSA: Even so, my Lord. It would be best to have them on hand in case something does happen.

DAGGO: Hmpph. Fine. Let’s carry on.

-- LARGE CLAMPS GO OVER JORM’S HANDS, HEAD, AND FEET --

JORM: Well these aren’t really my favored restraints, but…

ALARA: JORM! Hang in there!

--ARMS LOWER WITH LARGE RAY. ALARA GRUNTS AND PUSHES AGAINST CAGE--

ZEHSAA: That… That doesn’t look good.

ANGEL: Is that, intended to kill him?

KYLEX: I think it’s a death ray of some sort?

RIC: No. It can’t be.

DEREK: Maybe the madman will explain himself!

DAGGO: Rest assured, I am not mad. (annoyed) Merely brilliant. It’s going to turn your friend into the strongest, technocratic organism this galaxy has ever seen! (evilishly happy) He will be the greatest living superweapon ever created! He’s being injected with cells genetically modified and altered with adrenaline tendencies of all sorts of species and micorhertz programmed with assassin formatting to grant us the strongest and longest living warrior to have ever lived.

NARRATOR: Then, the Kiffar Sith had an idea…

JORM: Hey, that actually doesn’t sound half-bad. Let’s give this a try.

DAGGO: You mean, you won’t try to escape?

JORM: Nope. Carry on. No fighting here.

ALL EXCEPT JORM: what! You can’t just let him do that! What is wrong with you?!

DAGGO: Well, that takes the fun out of it. (hmmphs) Let’s get this over with then. Raysa, the lever!

ITHORIAN RAYSA: Yes, my Lord.

KYLEX: NO!

DEREK: Crap! Now what do we do?!

ALL EXCEPT JORM: what! Stop! No!

--BANGING ON CAGES, ARM MOVING. RAY POWERING UP-- collected

ANGEL: Wait… Where did Shadow go?

-- KICK SLICE PUNCH NOISES. OW! --

2ND HUNTRESS: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

SHADOW: Sorry for the intrusion, but as much as I hate my brother-in-law, I can’t let you use him any further for your sad-excuse of an experiment.

DAGGO: Wha!? How?! RAYSA! Hurry!

--BEAM POWERS UP MORE, DAGGO SCREAMS WHILE SHADOW YELLS AFTER HIM--

SHADOW: I don’t think so, you filth.

ALARA: SHADOW! THE LASER!

KYLEX: THROW YOUR SABER!

SHADOW: Right..

--SABER VROOM, HILT HITS LEVER DOWN FURTHER, BEAM GOES OFF, ----

ALARA: JORM!
RIC: It overloaded!
ANGEL: It’s all falling down!

-- CRASH, MUSIC CHANGES, SMOKE --

ALL EXCEPT JORM: (Coughing) What happened? What’s going on? Etc.

ALARA: Is he…?

DEREK: Dead?

RIC: *grunting* Kylex! Help me lift this scrap!

KYLEX: Gotcha, Mate! *grunting*

ALARA: JORM!! *falls to floor* Are you okay? Look at me!

ZEHSAA: Looks like slime-man Daggo fell under the blast. Huntresses must have taken off with Raysa. I don’t see them anywhere.

DEREK: *goo noises* Ewww… I found some of him.

JORM: (quiet, winced) Well… I think I’m alright…

ALARA: Open your eyes, dammit! Look at me!

SHADOW: Lovely, now I have a freak for a brother-in-law..you’re welcome, glow-eyes

---GLOWING NOISES---

JORM: Hey guys. I think I know how to end this war. (mischevious evil laughter)

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Inspiration pulled from the Clan Odan-Urr Fiction Resistance - A House Divided. It has Ethan Martes recounting his part while being interviewed by Edgar Drachen and Ethan's former master Daniel "Seraphol" Stephens.

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Link to Audio File on my Google Drive:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1QJ9ywuz-pXiOXEoPPP_XCQSWjzMaRCCW/view?usp=sharing

The audio reading is from the official fiction for GJW 12, Chapter 3 - War. The official fiction transcript can be found at the following link:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B-vYlrW6IxW6N25aN1FGQzVRQmM/view

The audio reading and all sound mixing were performed by Val Cole. Free sound software (Audacity) and sound clips from throughout the internet were utilized.

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Cast, in order of appearance:
Grot, #15060
Tali Sroka, #14782
Zujenia, #14615

Lambda shuttle: https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/a/af/Shuttle-CHRON.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20100813150543
Re-entry: https://img.planete-starwars.com/blogs/users/46637_RotS__2_.jpg
Burning village background: https://i.ytimg.com/vi/k6PL3mC9-eM/maxresdefault.jpg
Ending music: Laibach - Under The Iron Sky
All SFX from open sources
All relevant audio-visual copyrights belong to their respective holders

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Rath Oligard does not like them, Darth-I-Am.

**** Audio clips for the astromech sounds were accessed from : http://www.soundboard.com/sb/R2D2_R2_D2_sounds

Actors:
Greg #13838
Aura Ta’var #10388
Tyraal Bitshiver #14567
Len Iode #14377

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Our joint entry was submitted by my partner, Jurdan Krennel

Jurdan and Bentre - files are zipped.

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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ij0FHBzK7dKRZhcbT4ei44GWVc6tn0LQRxFi3W4u9WU/edit?usp=sharing

Taken and read from Chapter 2 - Impetus

Grand Master Cotelin, Dark Prophet Cantor, Eminent Val Cole, Adept Montresor, Adept
Evant Taelyan and Battlelord Dracaryis stood in a semicircle facing the Grand Master’s
throne. They were his most loyal subjects and in some cases his most trusted allies.
Dracaryis, the Supreme Commander of the forces of the Iron Throne, removed his
combat helmet. He stepped forward and addressed the Grand Master.

“My Lord, the Iron Navy and Iron Legion are prepared to make the jump immediately to
Nancora. Our forces combined with the Clans, or acting within the confusion they cause,
will crush the Collective in one fatal swoop. The Dark Council merely awaits your
orders.”

Grand Master Pravus’ fingers ran across the stubble on his face, his eyes—hidden by the
darkness of ceremonial black robes—closed in contemplation. The Force whispered in
tortured tones and the potentialities of many futures made themselves apparent to him.
A thin smile crossed the Grand Master’s face as his hand flicked the air before him, as if
brushing the nuisance of the Force’s foresight away from his mind.
Darth Pravus, the Grand Master of the Dark Brotherhood, was not a servant to the Force
and did not do its bidding. He was the master of the Force and created his own future.
The Dark Lord rose from his throne and walked toward his allies, his voice leaving no
room for interpretation.

“Recall the Dark Council’s fleets to a defensive position around Arx,” the Dark Lord said
coolly as he continued to walk past his advisers. Without turning, he declared what the
assembled group already knew.

“The Clans are on their own.”

I have been having issues with the file selector, so in order to get this to work, the "transcript" is the file while I put the recording here:

https://youtu.be/wKjEX47-iJc

Survival
By Dante
#2407
Nancora
2100 hours
Sparks flashed around him as Dante slowly regained consciousness inside the destroyed escape pod. Stretching each limb to check for broken bones, the officer took stock of his physical ability and came to the conclusion that he hadn’t suffered any permanent damage in the crash. He would be sore for awhile, but he would be able to live.
Kell crawled to the door and hit the emergency release button. Nothing happened. He hit it again and was rewarded with the door flying off its hinges. “Good….” Kell muttered as he took a step out into what was known as the Badlands on this world. Checking his armor, the seam integrity was still holding, and the air was breathable with the aid of his helmet filtration system. Although his short range comms were worthless, he could still bring up the map of the planet on his HUD. At least he had a general idea on which way to head as the maps of this hell hole weren’t perfect. With luck, he could make it towards the Northern Sector and meet up with his troops.
Kell looked up at the night sky then decided to look through what was in the escape pod. As he scavenged what he could from the craft, he realized that the main survival pack looked like it hadn’t been refilled by the onboard survival specialists. All that remained was a canteen, a flare gun with a single round, a few ration bars, and a pad from the ship. Luckily, he had already been heading towards the hangar bay with his combat gear or else he would have been in more dire straits than he was.
With the cover of darkness, Kell knew that he could make good time before the sun rise so he packed up what he could from the pod and headed towards where his troops should have landed.
Nancora
0800 hours
A wind storm had popped up and had forced Kell into setting up his shelter on the leeward side of a rock outcropping. Even though it was daylight, he knew that he was being tracked. Kell had felt the first tinge of warning earlier that morning, but the Obelisk hadn’t been able to get a full lock on who or how many were out in the Badlands looking for him.
The storm subsided a few minutes later, and Kell packed up quickly and started off on his trek towards the Northern Sector again. A break in the rocky terrain lay before him, but he had to move through a canyon that shallowed out into a ravine to reach the higher terrain before him.
Reaching out with the Force, he could feel the approaching danger just as an energy bolt whizzed by his helmet. Kell dove to his left side and brought his rifle to bear on the targets before him. He popped off two rounds of his microgrenade launcher and then rolled to his right to find some cover from the Huntresses’ weapons. He needed to keep that a distance or the pack would overwhelm him as he fired off a few blaster shots at the two or three that he could actually see.
As the main pack kept Dante’s attention, a pair of the warriors had moved to his right and were trying to outflank him. Kell could feel them as the prepared to attack him with their energy whips. Reaching out with the Force to find his targets, the Obelisk took his fragmentation grenade off his belt, aimed, and then threw it. As it went through the air, Kell aided it with a flick of his hand to land at the feet of the pair of warriors.

The death screams of the two huntresses could be heard as their bodies were shredded by the hot pieces of metal.

Dante fired another two microgrenades and then bounded to his right with the aid of the Force.
Behind him, he could hear the sounds of grenades hitting the rocks, and Kell dove again just as a pair of concussion grenades went off. His body was thrown off of the rock outcropping he was on, and Dante landed roughly as his roll didn’t go as well as he had planned.
As he rolled to his feet, a few darts bounced off his armor, but none were able to penetrate it. A short burst from his rifle took out another Huntress who had peeked her head around the protection of the rock that she had hidden behind.
Dante had little time to celebrate as the pack had finally managed to catch up with him. A trio of Huntresses were before him with their energy whips drawn. The crackling sound of the whips could be heard above the wind that was blowing through the canyon. Strapping his rifle onto his back, Kell drew his lightsaber and nodded his head to the remaining members of the pack.
As one unit, the Huntresses pressed the attack against the lone trooper with one attacking from the front while the other two attempted to envelope Kell. Energy whips lashed out as they approached, and Kell did a backwards roll to avoid being slashed open. Moving to his right, he let out a force wave that threw the Huntress back into the wall of the canyon, and the sound of her neck snapping reverberated throughout the ravine.
The Huntresses showed no outward sign of remorse as their sister lay dead, but they backed off for a moment before continuing the attack. The whips flew out again, but this time Kell leapt up vertically with a strong bound. All that remained below was the thermal detonator that the Obelisk had dropped. Immolated almost instantaneously, the Huntresses didn’t even have time to realize what happened to them as Kell looked down on the explosion from the edge of the ravine.
A lone figure began slowly walking towards him as he raised his saber in challenge. “I have defeated your huntresses…. Leave now or suffer the same fate,” said Kell as the woman kept approaching.
“I shall litter this planet with your corpse,” retorted Icasta.
With her huntresses either killed or incapacitated, it was down to just Kell and Icasta. Hers was the first move to make, and she didn’t hesitate as she came in hard and fast.
Kell sidestepped the move and brought his blade down hard to try and end the fight quickly, but the assassin ducked and rolled off to her left.
Stepping inside of her swipe, the Obelisk parried her blow with his saber and brought an augmented fist into her throat. Cartilage was torn and the cracking of bones could be heard as the female dropped like a rock. A slight gasp was all that could be heard as the life drained from what was left of the body of Icasta.
Kell looked down and said “You were a worthy opponent….” as he bent down and scavenged what gear he thought he might need for the rest of his trek.