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 Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 11:59 am
The Enemy was regrouping fast.
What was needed was a little paranoia and unease on the Imperials part, something that would make them lose sleep.
The Imperial gravtruck was an easy target.
Charr, aided by two offworld recruits, zeroed in on the armored truck from his concealed position in a bulding the Imps had all but demolished.
Hefting the homemade rocket tube to his shoulders, he mentally crossed his fingers in the hopes it would fire successfully.
The antiarmor rocket launched from the tube without a hitch and slapped the side of Ford's Gravtruck with explosive results.
Charr gave a brief chuckle and hastily scrambled to his mount.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 7:32 pm
Hidden some fifty meters above Port Loka's primary drydock in the sprawling communications tower Eicko laughed as she watched an Imperial Gravtruck explode from a RPG. She'd begun to wonder when the Resistance would strike again, it'd been two weeks since the Governor's death had been broadcast to half the sector live.
Two weeks in which the now Imperialized planetary media had filled the airwaves with reports on how the Resistance had destroyed itself in the last attack. In fact, a special imperial authorized documentary of the attack was scheduled for broadcast that very night. A grin spread across her face as an idea formed in her mind.
The empire may have leashed the general media, but they hadn't leashed her, and the holo-comm transmitter in her computer beckoned.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 7:33 pm
Kara was at her desk at the SMT's Operations base near the Space port, filing the necessary datawork her upgrade in equipment, personel, and rank required of her. She reached for her mug of stim-caf and sipped at it, unfortunately finding it empty.
She sighed and looked to her "personal secretary".
"Hey Red." She called out to R2-C4. "Mind getting me another cup of Stim-Caf? assuming that Zabrak bilge rat didn't guzzle it all."
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 7:40 pm
Lieutenant Marc Strykar nodded as he heard from his compatriot at the Port Loka Detention Center, "Right? I'll pass along the Colonel's order."
Turning, the Lieutenant punched in a comm frequency, "Lieutenant Aryss, this is Strykar. We might have a lead on the Hutt, the Governor's old Bodyguard just got pulled out of bacta, and she says she has information on the Hutt. Apparently our Political Master struck some sort of deal with the Hutt."
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 10:54 pm
C4 bleeped out in raspberry form as he exited the room. Scanning people as they walked by, he quickly entered the kitchen, and looked at the chef.
he bleeped out. the chef looked at him, and shook his head.
"Don't understand binary."
C4 left the kitchen for several minutes, and the cook resumed his work until another beep came. He noticed the droid now had a lowly tech held at shock-point to explain the situation. The cook simply shrugged, as the tech headed back with the cup.
"Ma'am, your stim-caf," he said. another prod in the back, and the tech added, "I'll be happy to get you a cup, or anything for that manner, at any time in the future, just don't send the droid. Ma'am."
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2007 9:30 am
Kara dismissed the tech and glared at the droid.
"So I take it when they were passing out logic programing, you got short changed on the assembly line."
Her comlink buzzed and she answered it.
It was some dirt humper named Strykar who had information passed down from the colonel.
"Thats all well and good, but where is she? I cant process her if I dont know where she is."
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2007 10:03 am
C4 responded as Kara asked what seemed to be a rather inane question.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2007 12:23 pm
Kara ignored the droid's remarks.
Maybe I should have the little garbage can's memory wiped. She thought as the Lieutenant told her where the Bodyguard was.
"Ok, I'll be right there."
She clicked off the comlink and slipped on her armor. The Place wasnt entirely secure yet. She wasnt about to take any chances until the planet was truly under Imperial thumb.
"Hold down the fort, Red." She told the droid as she loaded her rifle. "I'll be back in a bit."
She strolled out to the garage and had two of her men and the Hoverscout pilots powerup and load up the Hoverscout. The vehicle then took off for the hospital at a decent clip.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2007 8:15 pm
With sheer luck, Ford had survived the attack. From out of seemingly nowhere, an antiarmor rocket had pummeled into the side of the vehicle, nearly lifting it in the air and destroying it.
His luck was in that he hadn't gotten in or closed the door when the rocket hit. As a result, he was flung away from teh explosion, hitting the wall with a dull thwack and bashing his head against solid permacrete. Fortunate he had his helm on.
Alarms immediately began blaring, and personnel rushed from inside to see what had happened. Dimly, Ford felt himself being lifted up, and hauled back inside. He could almost hear the spray of fire extinquishers and the bark of the intercomm mobilizing forces for retaliation.
The next few moments yielded nothing but blackness, for Ford, however...
~
Almost an hour or two later, an hour beyond his arrival time, Ford woke in a daze, blinking his eyes. He was in the barracks, lying on a cot. Looking around, he saw that his forehead and left arm were bandaged, and there was an excruciating pain in his lower back.
Movement came from his right. looking up, he saw a field medic rush over. "Great Nebula, I didn't think he'd even wake up! Lieutenant!" Quickly the man checked the life support, then the IVs that ran into Ford's arm supplying much needed bacta and blood.
"What happened?" Ford croaked. His voice was hoarse, and dripping with blood. He might even had bitten down on his tongue.
The medic looked over. "Rocket launcher, sir. Hit your gravtruck right before you got in. You're lucky to be alive."
Ford's eyes widened a bit, and he tried to get up. Immediately, pain racked through his nerves, forcing him to bite down a yell. "Gah!"
"Easy, Lieutenant! You're in no shape to move!" He forced the officer back onto his back, and reached for some pain relievers. "You've got three broken ribs, a hairline fracture on your left arm, maybe a dislocated disc in your lower vertebrae and a concussion. Lost a good amount of blood too, from that cut that was on your forehead."
He was lucky, he realized. He could've easily been roasted. "I need to call the Colonel," Ford gritted through his teeth.
The medic smiled sympathetically. "Unless you're willing to wait an hour so we can haul the holounit over here, you'll have no chance. Besides, we've already sent word in that you were attacked."
Ford cursed. He'd be in trouble, most likely. Then again, the city's defense was headed by the regimental reinforcements they'd received several weeks ago; the Recon Troop was the only military unit outside Port Loka. That meant that either the attack came from within the city, and the reinforcements were lax, or the attack had come from outside the city, maybe even his own base.
None of the options were too appeasing.
Sighing, Ford laid back on his bed, resting his head against the pillow alloted to him. At least this way, he thought, I'll get to sleep in some more.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2007 8:45 pm
((Rrrr. So close!))
The Imps couldnt mobilize fast enough to catch them.
By the time reinforcements arrived, the Rebels had vanished into the open veld like ghosts...
Having abandoned the idea of Bases for the time, the slowly growing Resistance movement had now adopted a nomadic existance, moving about in small groups across the Veld, training and practicing, waiting for a chance to take the fight to the imps.
Charr was pleased that his ranks had been somewhat replenished by offworlders, but he still needed supplies. That and the forces he had coming in were all ideals and insubordination. They weren't keen on being commanded, more eager to just lash out blindly at the Imps.
Charr was doing the best he could to whip them into shape.
The first and last man to violently oppose his right to command got stabbed five times and then mercifully shot. Then just to end the matter, Charr ate the man's heart right in front of his men.
Raw.
It sent the message loud and clear: His World, His War, His Rules. The last thing he needed was some rogue band of terrorists blowing up civilian targets.
At the moment, Charr was sitting on his grazing mount, gnawing on Grazer Jerky and studying a hand drawn map he had compiled from scouts and his own past experience.
He meditated over it, studying every line and etching with analytical focus, caculating where best to cache supplies, dig camo pits, and set up ambushes.
The Imps would no doubt be using the road between New Karna and Port Loka to transfer supplies and move troops. It was alot of undefended ground that they couldn't possibly police. If the Rebels took the road, made it unavailable to the Imperial Garrison, they would be forced to either chart new routes through the veld or have to hold up in the city.
It would be their first target.
Isolate Port Loka, and the Garrison there could be taken.
It would almost certainly be a step in the right direction....
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2007 9:09 pm
Diana and the Twi'lek were in front of Bolba, pleasing each other as per their master's orders for his own perverted pleasure. At least they were always in his private chambers when he desired such entertainment, therefore out of the view of anyone else.
As expected, it wasn't long before the Hutt decided to get in on the action and pulled on their leashes, forcing them close to him. Fortunately, the past week or so had been either good news about more profits or no news at all of any actual consequence, so Bolba never had at them while still angry. Such experiences usually left them sore for the rest of the day.
The question was, just how long would this last before something bad happened? Considering at least 1 of the thugs usually pulls something stupid every now and then, it was only a matter of time before something would tick the Hutt off and make everyone miserable again.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 3:16 pm
((And I sit in a cell, rotting))
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 3:34 pm
((You could at least post being tortured, I'll puppet Jula so you can get the info Sayla, then she's all yours.))
The damp and putrid smell of Bacta filled the ward where Jula Isan shivered, wrapped in a towel. Beside her was a set of clothes that had been sent for her. She dressed quickly, pulling the black jumpsuit on. With that done she stood and winced as a spike of pain shot through her two wounds. The bacta had done it's job, but the two bullets had left their mark, and the injuries would still require a few days to fully heal.
Her blue eyes flicked across the room as doors hissed open.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 7:10 pm
"Jula Isan?" Kara asked as she walked into the room, her helmet tucked under her arm. "Lt Kara Aryss of His Imperial Magisty's Navy. Ive been sent to debrief you on the events of the Govenor's murder, among other things."
Kara helped herself to a seat and placed her helmet under the chair, crossing her legs, she calmly focused her attention on the guard.
"Now then, care to give me your account of what happened that night?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 9:33 pm
Soon a Priority 1 transmission came through to Colonel Agaka's communications team, requesting immediate talks.
However, the message was not from Ford, whom would be expected, if anyone today, except maybe Lt. Arlys.
It came from Ford's 2nd in Command.
The comm officer on duty reported this, and quickly contacted Agaka on his personnal comminicator. He ignored the clearance protocols. "Excuse me, Colonel, but we have a Priority 1 message from port Loka, coming from the Recon's latest Executive Officer. Shall I patch it through?"
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