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 Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 1:29 pm
"Advance with Caution and Make sure to vape any tinnies you encounter. They might be in contact with the main CIS force. The atmosphere could be poisonous in some areas so keep your helimts on. We're going to push ahead. Keep us posted."
The ARC motioned for his team to move on.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 1:38 pm
Chi whimpered slightly. The noises were getting louder now, and they already murky light was starting to fade. Worst of all, she was alone in a place where droids could very easily ambush her. She snapped both of her blades in place, and they vibrated silently. She inched forward, trying to see through a space in the debris. Her helmet got in the way, so she looked around and took it off, holding her breath.
A blaster bolt whizzed past her face, causing a great amount of air to be sucked into her mouth involuntarily. She'd stuck her face in wha was basically a trapped pocket of air, so the effect was more than nauseating.
She toppled backwards, snatching at her neck with one hand and struggling to grab for her helmet with the other. Now on the ground where the poison settled, her gasping further filled her lungs with toxins. She began convulsing and stopped groping for her helmet, trying instead to grab the rebreather from her belt. Her hands were shaking so violently now that she couldn't even find it with her hands.
A droid stepped on her, and then noticed her. "zzzzzzzzzzzzzzztt... clone troopers..." It leveled its gun on her face, which was turning a sickly yellow.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 1:50 pm
Zeta rattled off a couple dozen blue bolts in the droid's direction. It clattered to the ground noisily, releasing Chi in the process.
He moved quickly, lifting her head above his own and tipping her head back to open her airway as he plucked a rebreather from his belt and shoved it into her mouth. He grabbed a biochemical salve from his side and injected a whole vial into her neck, then tossed the seringe and unhooked his new stretcher, which floated by itself once he unfolded it with one hand. "Move to their position," he ordered the others in his squad, "I have to take her back."
Zeta picked up her helmet and shoved it onto her head before laying her on the stretcher. Holding it over his shoulder and activating its repulsor at about its maximum unaided height ceiling, he rushed back to their transport.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 1:53 pm
The Team was passing through the gutted hulk of a klick long superfreighter as Copy called Zeta up again. "Doc, do you copy? whats team three's situation?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 1:57 pm
Zeta cued his comm and answered between pants. "Squad member 4 is down due to poison. One droid encountered and destroyed. I'm taking member 4 back to base, the rest of my squad's moving on 3's estimated position. This one's location upon discovery makes me think she was being used as a scout."
An unwise position to assign, given her inexperience, when the other two team members are experienced snipers, he reflected. Somehow he didn't hold much hope for squad 3.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 2:02 pm
Omikron kept his rocket launcher ready on his shoulder and his finger on it's trigger just in case something were to pop out at them. Looking around for any sign of droids in this desolate trash heap others called a planet he continued to have a sickly sensation in his stomach. He noticed it right when he got off the ship, but it wasnt as strong as now, it was as if it was telling him something. "Guys, I have a reeaally bad feeling about all this."
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 2:04 pm
He motioned for his team to hold up and he continued the convorsation.
"Copy that. Call for a medivac from the command post for team member four and rejoin your group. chances are they'll need back up in a hurry. I haven't been able to raise Team three."
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 2:08 pm
Copy nodded to Omikron. (you're in my group)
"Then keep an eye out and that launcher up. if anything wheels or repulsors in, give it an explosive enema, trooper."
Copy primed his rifle and swept the garbage with a keen eye.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 2:12 pm
((I know))
"Right sir."
He said and kept an eyeout for anything out of the ordinary.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 2:15 pm
"Copy that, Cap'n. I haven't been able to get a hold either. I'll proceed as you recommend, though. Stay safe." He switched frequencies and called for a medivac to land in a clearing nearby that he deemed safe. It came quickly and he loaded the woman's stretcher on, told the medics onboards to take care of her, the vanished into the scrap after it took off. He made sure his signal was secure as possible before comming a transmition. "Psycho? Tank? What's your position?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 2:16 pm
Epsilon rolled out of the way of the droid, ending up in a pile of what looked like old air speeder maniflolds, flipping on his com up to full power he sent a transmition on the strike forces frequency. "This is Epsilon, we have a problem. Delta is down and we've got a realy big and ungly meele droid here, we could use some ARC support. Fast!!" Seeing the droid turn around and come charge and the pile of junk he was in, he strapped his rifle across his back and unsheithed his vibro blade. This was going to turn out badly for him if back up didn;t arive soon.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 2:17 pm
"I got a hold of Foxtrot team. they're trying to regroup with team three who might have made contact with the CIS. Doc's taking their scout back to HQ. we're going to press on and see if there is anyone else over here."
Copy told his group through their comlinks.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 2:19 pm
Zeta's breath quickened when he got Epsilon's request. He modified his last order to his squad. "Psycho, Tank, meet at Epsilon's position! Prepare for heavy combat!"
He switched to the distressed trooper's frequency. "On the way with support, Epsilon, stay calm and alive."
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 2:23 pm
"Alive is possible, calm is a diffrent hutt" Epsilon said as he jumped out of his hidding place and sprinnted to another, grapping the other marksman as he went and pulling him roughly into an other pile of junk with him.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 2:26 pm
A jerk of the medivac knocked Chi back to consciousness, or close to it. She felt a combination of pain, pins, needles, and fever all over her body. A medic hunched over her. "Awake, trooper? You're lucky to be alive. Thanks to that field medic, the antidote beat the poison to your heart. Just rest awhile and you'll be fine in a few days, unless we can get you to a med center sooner."
She groaned, attempted to sit, then gave up with a grunt. "I can't believe it," she muttered, "My first day and I'm out because of some damn poison."
"Happens to a lot of newbies. Like I said, you're lucky to be alive." The medic reached for some bacta plamsa when the medivac shuddered again. "What's going on, I wonder...?"
He went to the front of the ship to ask the captain. At that instant a projectile smashed through one of the medivac's walls, securing itself on the opposite interior wall. It was round, like a ball, with circular patterns around its axis. It dislodged itself and opened up, revealing a rudimentary face and large saw blades spinning so quickly they blurred.
Chi sighed. This just isn't my day.
((figure buzzdroids would originate from a scrapyard))
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