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 Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 10:46 am
Lieutenant Ford heard the siren go off as the first explosion hit several meters outside the outermost warehouse. He instantly recognized the sound as a PLX-2.
Grabbing his rifle, he ran outside, where his forces were attempting to marshall themselves for a counter attack. He cursed at the lack of organization. "Damnit, keep your heads together men!"
Heading over to his command squad he assesed the situation. "Comm Officer, Report!"
His sargeant looked up from his camera post. "We got six hovertrucks, armed with quad torpedo launchers. They're raining havok on the city proper, heading our way."
"Any infantry?" Benton inquired.
"Some. All armed with sluggers. They're numbers are smaller than us, and their tech isn't as good."
"That's what I wanted to hear," he answered, heading out with the rest of his group. "Okay men, divy out. Standard recon op, flank the enemy and pick them off with blaster at range. Stay clear of the artillery as much as possible. If you got a shot, take it."
Sending his men off to do what they did best, he then addressed his anti-armor forces. "Same procedure. Stay hidden, flank the enemy from their blind spots, and take out their artillery. Once they lose that, they have nothing."
He nodded and ran off to join the rest of his squad, DC-17 in tow. He could already hear the sound of blasters and slug throwers; more of the former.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 12:03 pm
Rate quickly slipped through the door of his motel room and found things unchanged as he had that morning. Setting down his pack he flopped his behind onto the bed and began removing his blaster holsters and setting them on the bed. Getting up he pulled over his suitcase and opened it up, removing the IR-5 and placing it on the bed next to his blasters.
Emptying the suitcase of his clothes and other items into the dresser in the room he placed his blasters into the case and wrapped the pillow cases of the bed Groz had been using around the weapons and closing it up, locking it. He checked each of his knives and removed the one from his belt and slipped it under his pillow. He then slipped a pillowcase over the suitcase.
Taking the suitcase he slipped out of the room and hurried down the hall to the vending machine room, it looked rundown just as before and most of the things in them were old and no one would ever want to even touch. He reached up to one of the cabinets over the machines and opened it up, slipping the suitcase inside and closing it up.
Heading back to his room he got cleaned up and changed into more or less the same outfit, only a cleaner version. Pulling back his hair and tying it after donning a jean-like jacket, he left the room and locked the door behind him, heading out of the building and into the city.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 12:25 pm
Charr walked into the Vet's club, much to the surprise of those assembled within.
Here, the local Veterans, mostly of the Clone war, sat, drank, and swapped stories. Most of the men were locals who had enlisted in the Republic's reserves and had fought on planets far away from home. They had been the forerunners of the Imperial Army troopers.
He was friends with each and every one.
The war was over. Hostilities had ended, and Charr knew well enough that his side lost.
But compared to most of the men here, he had come out the winner. He still had all his limbs and organs, and his "severance pay" was enough to make him financially well off.
Not so for the Republic Army vets.
Thats why Charr usually bought the house rounds, paid off his fellow warrior's tabs when they couldn't and gave them the respect their goverment didnt.
They were all good friends, fellow soldiers who had shared that experience with him. He harbored not a grudge against a single one.
And now he had to say good bye.
"Hey, troopies." He said cheerfully. "How're things?"
He didn't get an immediate response. The lot of them were rather quiet.
"Not too good, Sep." Ceet said from his customary place at the bar. "We saw what happened to your store."
Charr nodded. "Well, stuff happens. But for now, I think I'm gonna take a vacation, get out of town for a few months until things calm down. But before that, I want to bid you boys clear skies."
He rumaged in his pocket and tossed a loaded money clip on the counter. "Tonight's round is on me."
With that, he turned to leave.
"Not gonna drink with us, Charr?" Ceet asked.
"Nope. I'm busy tonight. Ive got a job offer I need to look into."
"A job offer? From who?"
"Me." He said as he let the door close behind him.
Not a man in that room misunderstood those words.
Charr N'barr had been a proffesional mercenary during the war, a Gun for hire. Now he had just hired himself.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 12:29 pm
The slug toting men of the PDF took cover from the retern fire from the reconissance company... but most of the blasts never reached them at their range. The blaster bolts for E-11s and other carbines couldn't hold their cohesion long enough to reach the PDF soldiers, only the heavier blasters used by the squad support gunners and those armed with DLT-19s could reach their foes. The same could not be said of the slugthrowers being used by their foes.
The crack of rifles from the PDF filled the air as they fired on the formations of troops moving to flank the attack. They found themselves running across empty fields well within range of their foes, easy targets. It was only the poor marksmenship of these men that kept them from inflicting heavy casualties on their enemies.
Among the infantry a pair of technicals stopped and opened fire, not with blasters, or even missiles, but with recoiless rifles. They hurled high-explosive shells at their enemy, hurling dirt up into the air and blowing a two meter hole in one of the warehouses.
Other technicals, armed with repeating slugthrowers and repeating blasters lit up the dark landscape with golden tracers and crimson blaster gas, halting the flanking movement of the Imperial troops with their weight of fire, and behind them the six missile launching vehicles rumbled forward, hunting for targets.
* * *
At his command track Colonel Akaga hissed at the report, "Why don't they call in air support? It's only a kriffin cloud bank!" He glanced at the rest of the information he'd been given, "Alright, get 4th Battalion to prep a repulsor tank company... Hopefully it'll be over before they get there."
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 1:30 pm
The ion engines hummed like usual, as the XS pushed itself along. C4 did as most droids do, watching the numbers and readouts from the computers, while the couplings were monitored. It would be pretty boring to an organic to describe the normality which is constantly observed by a droid, but like most times, it didn't matter much.
Unlike most pit stops, however, Data's voice came over the radio. "C4, shut down, we're going to have some company soon." The little droid squeaked, as he went into standby mode.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 3:22 pm
Lenler sat outside in the shade, furious. The five-hundred credits had been just enough to fix the window and the floor, he was fine with that, but the Imperials had totally ruined so many other tings, besides the floor of Laurie's. Business, for one thing, now that non-humans were scared to leave their houses, Laurie's had lost a sizeable chunk of it's income. Also, the ban on personal weapons was a bad idea. Apparently the Imps had no idea why the people of Seya-Qu had the weapons in the first place, but they'd learn soon enough. The planet was a dangerous place.
Lenler had consented with the ban, to a point. Rather than dispose of his pistol, he merely hid it in his room, figuring that the ban would be lifted soon enough, or he might need it sooner. Eiter way, jhe couldn't afford a new pistol in either instance, so better to keep his not quite handy, but available.
He saw a few imperial trooper marching down the street, swaggering as if they owned the whole planet. The worst part is, they do... he thought, frowning at the sounds of distant explosions, then he went back inside, waiting to see if the peace would break anywhere near him.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 3:55 pm
Rate made his way down the street, hands in pockets and whistling a a tune that was becoming popular with cantina bands lately. Looking ahead he noticed the branching sign of a general store by the name of Laurie's and figured that'd be the best place to get some knowledge and some quick grub. Walking up he saw a kid sitting outside watching the Imperials march by, a few had eyed him a bit, but it didn't seem like any would mark him for an off-worlder, people around here seemed to have the same basic appearance as himself.
Pushing open the door and stepping in he noticed that the place was empty, peeking back out to the boy he knocked on the wall next to him to get his attention."You work here boy?"He asked with his strong accent clear as day.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 4:49 pm
((*Sigh* well here it goes.))
Over the crack of the slugthrowers and the screech of the blasters, the PDF didnt hear the noise of oncoming repulsors.
Before they could respond, LAV #06, piloted by Technical Corporal Nascimento, charged right through them at their right flank, Blaster cannon pumping out rounds of destructive energy.
From the top hatch, Flight Sergeant Colsan targeted the Missle trucks.
The Bark of his backpack fed T-21 repeater sent fear into the spines of the nearby PDF soldiers and with a stream of fire he sent one of the missle trucks up in a blaze.
The Chariot didnt slow down as it blitzed througth the line, mowing down what troopers it didn't catch with its cannon.
Bullets ricoched off its armored hull and the stray blaster bolt marred her side, but to stop would be idiotic. Instead, it swept around to sweep past the lightly defended enemy rear, still belching blaster fire.
From a nearby noll near the entry point of the attack, both Corporal Lund and Lieutenant Aryss opened fire with precision 3 round bursts, manning a skirmish line on the enemy flank and dropping a handful of PDF troopers.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 5:15 pm
Major Styr Nord was having a wonderful day brutally enforcing the Emperor's beliefs. He was just in the process of marking down the haul from the fourth establishment the've visited as his thugs brutaly kicked about the Twi'lek couple that owned the place.
He could already see the human utopia he would build from this squalid little world, a place where the Emperor was worshiped as a god.
It would ensure his future and be the making of his political career.
And then one of his men's heads exploded in a wet pop followed immediately by another.
They couldnt hear the blaster bolts and could only react fast enough to see the effects.
The second they stood stunned cost them two more.
The second they started panicking cost them another pair.
The two that raced for the twi'lek couple, intent on using them as blast shields, were blown away without a second thought.
The final two thugs dove for cover under their truck and began fireing about randomly.
Their deaths were slower. Cover was a tricky thing to work around.
Precision and speed were the halmarks of their deaths, that and the burn of a high powered blaster. The Heads were blown clean away. and where the shooter couldnt take a head, their torso was blown clean away.
Not a single shot missed.
All targets were accounted for, save one.
Styr Nord had already fled.
And the hunt was on.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:12 pm
Major Styr Nord was running like a skittish bantha calf down the streets of New Karna, far too frightened to think straight.
Right before his eyes he had saw his men die from some unseen assailant. Not just die, but explode! He was lucky to have escaped with his hide intact.
Then his leg suddenly vanished in a burst of charred meat.
He barely felt anything at all.
The shocked and frightened CompForce observer collapsed on the ground and tried crawling away.
He heard it behind him, the heavy footstep of someone advancing upon him.
He snapped his hand down to draw his service pistol, only to have his hand go up in a flash.
He screamed as his eyes looked back to see what kind of inhuman monster would toy with him like this.
He was surprised about how right he as.
Clad in stalker armor with an urban camo poncho drapped over his shoulders was Charr Nbarr, though Nord knew not who he was. In his spindly hands he held the weapon that had cause Nord so much pain: a lovingly maintained DC-15 Field Rifle, its muzzle steeming in the sunlight.
The Rodian's cold, expressionless eyes bore into Nord, as though judging his very soul.
"So this is what human superiority is? I expected more." The rodian advanced closer and Nord attempted to shy away. "Superiority would imply that you're better. So what makes you better? Speed? Strength? It certainly can't be anything physical. After all, you just got run down and chased by a fifty year old Xeno in body armor and kit. Is it some mental aspect? Superior intelligence perhaps? No, it cant be that either. Otherwise you would have hid, or set up a trap for me. But you ran in a straight line. So now I'm curious. Just what exactly is it about humanity that makes them better than me?"
Nord was about to scream again when he suddenly found himself staring down the Deecee's barrel, shocking him silent effortlessly aimed at him by Charr's right arm.
"In my species, we only let the best examples of our race leave the planet: Artisans, artists and master hunters like me. But the worst of humanity can be found simply by lifting up a rock anywhere in the galaxy. Thats all Humanity has ever done for the galaxy: infest it with stupid fools like you. Natural selection cant keep up. So perhaps its time I help the process along. "Thin the herd" if you will."
A wicked looking hunting knife glinted in Charr's left hand, and Nord managed one last scream before a silent blasterbolt evaporated his head.
The Imps eventually found the rest of Major Styr Nord in a dumpster. His remaining leg and arm were sawed off and wrapped in a bag made of his own skin, presumably cut off his torso, which was found across town in another dumpster.
But in the time it took for them to respond to the murder of the 10 CompForce men and their Major, Charr N'Barr was long gone.
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 7:13 pm
" ... Oh sith, they got a walker on planet. Holy crud... " one of the thugs said, collapsing on the ground. He had taken some spice and possibly some other narcotic and was feeling the effects. " Dammit, did he get into the shipment? " the leader of the trio asked, still holding up the man they were mugging. There was no fighting, nor any stormies about. It was all a result of the other thug's hallucinations.
" Probably. You know how he can't resist getting that buzz, but now of all times... " the last thug said, helping his hallucinating comrade up. " Oh man, Emperor Palpatine himself is even... Whoa, are you a Jedi? " the thug started, seeing all manner of complete weirdness that nobody else was seeeing.
The man being held up saw his chance. The thugs were distracted by their buddy acting weird, and the man grabbed his assailant's arm, wrestling the blaster out of his hand. As a result, a few shots were fired off into the street, hitting nothing in particular other than the ground and the wall of some random building. Kicking the thug, the man had stunned him for a brief moment and then darted off screaming, " HELP! HELP! I'M BEING ATTACKED BY ARMED MEN! "
Hoping that nobody was in the immediate area, the trio gave chase, wanting to space the man before he could get any more attention to that area.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 8:53 pm
Jumping into a Gravtruck, Ford had his crew sped up to where the battle was. Seeing the multiple missle-armed trucks, he cursed, and called into his other trucks.
"Open all lasers. We're going to rush them at pointblank, inside their range. Close all hatches, and fire at will after a three second mark.
They were now barrelling down the gravtrucks. Most of his other troops were going infantry, and the two other snipers, other than Ford, had taken positions, and confirmed three kills to them.
Soon, the four trucks were howling down, closing in fast. The missles soared torward them in a deadly barrage, but nearly all missed, screaming wildly into nearby buildings. The only truck that was hit lost it's middle left repulsor, falling a little behind, but kept up.
"Fire!"
As the trucks came up to no more than a few meters, the cannons opened up, vaporizing everything out in the open that wasn't smart enough to duck and cover. An entire truck fell under the mighty aunslaught, and one more was badly damaged. At least ten PDF were no more than smoking piles of ash.
Taking up his mike, he radioed into Chariot #06. "Get out of there, Lieutenant. You've got bogies on your flank."
Not waiting for a reply, the trucks u-turned, coming from the rear now, and tearing through the infantry at break-neck pace. "How long until those reinforcements arrive?"
"One hour."
Hopefully it'd be over long before then.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 9:06 pm
Shortly after the bulk of the thugs at Bolba's palace were done eating, the mess hall turned halfway into a small party. One of the female thugs took off most her clothing and started dancing on one of the tables. Duke ignored it, having a taste for only Diana ever since his 1st night with her. He hated knowing Bolba was stingy with her, only letting him have her maybe a tenth of the time that Bolba has her, if that. Still, he got paid a very good amount of credits for his service as his best hired gun, so that helped ease the annoyance a little. He is a merc afterall. He told the Twi'lek slave girl to just see to the needs of everyone. He wanted to be alone for the moment. As soon as he finished his meal, he left for his quarters.
In Bolba's private room, Diana was now fully awake, and cringing as she felt the end result of Bolba's desire to have her. Once again waiting until Bolba gave her permission, she got off him and dressed. After taking her place beside the Hutt, Bolba pressed a button on his throne and the wall opened up. The platform moved back into the grand hall of the palace, the wall closing back up again afterwards. < Fetch the other girl, and tend to your own needs. You have earned a break. > Diana smiled, and in one of the rare instances where she must speak, she simply said, " Thank you, Master. "
Once in the mess hall, Diana found the Twi'lek and informed her of Bolba wanting her. The Twi'lek walked off and went to their master, while Diana fixed herself her own breakfast. Normally seeing a slave acting on their own accord would result in a thug hitting them or such, but they knew Diana never did anything to displease the Hutt, and if she was doing something independently, it was Bolba's wish that she be left alone. Bolba finding out that Diana had been abused or mistreated by his men in any way was worse than losing an entire shipment of the rarest contraband, at least that's how they saw it. One thug some years ago found that out the hard way. He had demanded Diana to tend to his aching muscles, and Diana refused, saying, " By Master Bolba's order, I am to be left to my own needs for now. " The thug slapped her across the face for being defiant. A minute later, he was standing before Bolba having to explain why Diana's cheek looked bruised. The arm he hit her was was cut off, and Diana was allowed to use his bed for the night, and any thug who disturbed her rest would be killed.
Diana payed no attention to anyone as she ate, knowing that they knew better than to start anything. After she was done, she left and headed off to walk around. Being forced to sit next to a lazy Hutt almost all the time made her legs ache. She passed by Duke's quarters as he came back out. " What are you up to? " he asked. " Master Bolba allowed me some free time. " she responded. Duke put a hand on her shoulder. " You know you can't. " she said. " I'm not forcing you. " Duke replied. Coming closer, Duke moved his hand to her far side, having his arm wrap around her back, and pulled her against him, kissing her as he did. " If you want to relax, you can use my room. Just don't try getting into my chest, or I'll have to ask Bolba for permission to spank you. " he said with a light chuckle, knowing she would never risk punishment by being so foolish.
Duke gave Diana a quick feel-around before going off to see if Bolba was in the grand hall and he needed to be at his usual bodyguard spot. Diana decided to take him up on the offer and entered his room, making herself comfortable. As Duke entered the grand hall, one of the thugs working at a terminal got up from his seat and quickly walked over to him. " Duke, Sir, we have picked up what seems to be a battle going on, but we aren't sure of who is involved, and how bad the fighting is. All we know is some artillery or explosives were used, because our agent in the area can't get close enough without risking being blown to bits in the crossfire. Also, 3 of our men appear to have caused some trouble in the city. Another agent noticed them together and seemed to be stalking someone. They attacked him and he ran off screaming for help. " the thug said quietly enough so only Duke could hear. " Damn idiots. " Duke said back. " Tell the agent to stay on them. If they get caught, and they're about to give out any info on us, he is to space them and vanish from the scene immediately. " " Yes, Sir. " the thug said, going back to his seat and resuming his duty.
< Something wrong? > Bolba asked as Duke came up the steps to take his spot as bodyguard. " Some trouble with a few of our boys in town, but it's being taken care of. " < For your sake it better be, or else I'll be sending you out to clean up their messes. >
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 11:44 pm
"Yeah, I do..." Lenler said, after looking at the newcomer, and deciding that he was definitely not an Imperial. He could have been in disguise, but most of the Imperials he'd seen, even in plainclothes, seemed to project an aura of sorts, and this newcomer, while probably an offworlder, just didn't feel Imperial.
"Can I help you?"
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