Topic: Imperial Conquest

Uriel laughed. "Not much use to me now Mattias." he replied. "Take a look in the Imperial network. I got a price on my head the size of a bantha! Thanks anyway but my ship is fine where it is."
Uriel stopped and looked around. Mattias was definently watching him, but where was he?
"Tell you what Mattias," Uriel said moving again. "Tell me where you are and maybe we can discuss some matters. Like not killing me for instance."

Yurt saw Uriel and decided to have some fun, he ran his swoop right past him and knocked Uriel over. The scout troopers stoped at Uriel. They got off."The jawa did some good, this guy had a bounty on him." They pulled out their guns and aimed them at Uriel. "On your feet!"

ZZZKK..........TA-KOW! The massive bullet went through multiple walls, then coming out of no where, ripping through both of the scouts, killing them instantly. "They didn't know what hit them. Too bad.....Uriel, Collect their gear, and bring it to docking bay #51. I'll be waiting. Oh.....And by the way, don't try anything stupid. I don't want to have to kill you." Mattias spoke into the comm.

Yurt laughed. <Conspiring with both sides Matty>.  Yurt laughed and turned around with the swoop. <sorry your freind gotta die, Big Boss say so> Yurt let off a barrage of shots from the swoops gun at Uriel.

"No......Scouts are expendable. Yurt, you kill him, I blow your head off. You might not realize it, even he might not realize it, but you don't know how important he is. I work directly for Vader, You have a problem, take it up with him." Mattias said into the comm, reloading his rifle.

<Never seen the bucket head before, an we just mercanries. Sorry Matty tes orders come from te general, take it up with him.> Yurt said as he turned the swoop around and unlessed another barrage of laser fire at Uriel.

"Then I'll just have to kill you." Mattias said grimly into the comm.

Fenn lowered his gun and went silent, listening to the humanoid's pained cries.  An empty wind blew through the street, carrying the sounds of distant blaster fire and speeding engines from somewhere else in Mos Eisley.

The black-clad figure let a sigh up to the sky, and looked back down at the Vigo a final time with a heartless smile as he stuck his blaster in the holster at his side, "Until next time, Vigo Telk."

As Fenn began to turn away, the frustrated human on the ground struggled to turn and look at his torturer, "You can't just finish it now, you sick freak?!"

"Until next time, Vigo Telk." Fenn reiterated coldly without turning to look.

The Vigo forced out a pained laugh, still paralyzed by fear. "I at...at least I had the heart to kill your mother almost instantly."

Fenneth froze.

The Vigo truly couldn&#8217;t remember who this stranger  was, what he had done exactly to the boy&#8217;s family, and he really didn&#8217;t care. He only knew that he would kill himself before letting this Sithspawn find him later, and put him through this unbearable torture, all over again. The Vigo  wanted to cause as much  hurt as he could before death finally took him.

Whatever the Vigo Telk&#8217;s torture-induced logic was, the aged human quickly forgot it.

The cloaked force-sensitive was shaking, his yellow eyes glowing violently, and dark sparks of living, blood-red light moved like radiating electricity over Fenn&#8217;s body.

Force Rage.

One of his lenses cracked.

The Sith turned in a hurricane of overflowing dark side power and fire-hot fury that flowed through him like a hoard of poisonous snakes. All he did was look at the bleeding and injured Vigo, and the human was ripped above the ground and for the half second he was suspended in the air a sickening CRACK splintered through the air as every organ and bone of the hopeless being exploded all at once in his insides.

The demolished corpse fell to the ground in a limp heap, and a steadily  growing puddle of blood mixed with the hot  sand.

Slowly, the malevolent glow around Fenn slowly faded, and then he staggered dizzily from the fiery euphoria of adrenaline running through his veins. He grabbed a hold of Veera&#8217;s armored shoulder for support.

&#8220;Oh wow, Lightheaded.&#8221; Fenn smiled foolishly, and put a black-gloved hand to the side of his head through his thick black hair, before he fell over entirely.

<You wouldnt dare!> Yurt yelled as was placing bombs on the swoop, he jumped off and did a roll he was trained to do to restrict most damage. The swoop raced towards Uriel and Yurt held the Detonator. <Maybe Yurt not good shot, but explosives more fun.>

Alo watched Fenneth fight the Vigo, grinning wickedly.

"Impressive," She said, taking a step back as the Force Rage took him over, wincing slightly as the crack filled the air. She went over to the corpse, crouching down too look at it. "Nice touch." She nodded.

When the Sith keeled over, Alo stepped over to him, grabbing him carefully under the shoulders and pushing him up into a sitting position.

"Hey, you okay?" She asked.

(OOC: I had alot of reading, my computer got hacked and it took some time to solve)
Devon sighed and stayed with the speeder. It was boring, he wanted to get Uriel to the rebels' safehouse ASAP.
"What a weird place this is." He said to himself while watching an imperial patrol riding banthas. Suddenly suddenly two jawas ran infront of the banthas. Devon couldn't hear what they were screaming, but he watched. The two jawas had in some way scared the banthas and the imps fell off when the banthas started running around like idiots.
Two of the banthas crashed into each other, too, but people didn't seem to care. They acted like this happened every day.

Devon turned his head and saw two biker scouts going to where Uriel ran off. "Whatever." He thought. "Uriel knows how to avoid their kind."
Devon looked back at where the banthas were in panic and saw the sandtroopers struggling with calming down one of them. "That looks real fun." Devon thought and smiled. "I'm glad I'm no sandtrooper."

Mattias put on a sub-sonic silencer, it aded almost two feet to the end of the rifle. "Gotta make this shot. Crap! Stop moving! Hrr. TA-KOW! KOW! KOW! KOW! KOW!.............KOOM! The swoop exploded almost five meters from Uriel. <Noo! Agh! Aw! Wagana! Rrrrph!> Yurt stomped around in circles as the swoop blew up. "Sorry Yurt. I won't mention this to Vader. He'd have that general's head, and yours, sitting on his desk. Come to the hangar, I'll pay you for your services." Mattias said through the comm. Uriel sat up, "Ugh....My head....Gotta get up....Whoa!" Uriel stood up and felt his armor, it was still glowing from the swoop's blaster fire.

Uriel cursed in anger as the jawa knocked him off his feet with the swoop bike. "Damn Jawas." Unfortunately the scouts had caught up. They got off their speeder bike and approached Uriel, blasters drawn.
"On your feet!" The scout ordered kicking Uriel with his boot.
Suddenly there was a massive explosion and Uriel was sprayed with blood and tissue as both the scouts were blasted apart.
"No doubt Mattias's work." Uriel said getting to his feet and wiping a piece of the scout off his armor.
Uriel's com chirped. "Uriel, Collect their gear, and bring it to docking bay #51. I'll be waiting. Oh.....And by the way, don't try anything stupid. I don't want to have to kill you."
Uriel sighed and began picking up the scout's gear. "Oh don't worry about me Mattias." he replied wrenching an E-11 from the severed hand of the trooper.
Uriel turned around as the sound of a speeder reached him. The Jawa had turned around.
"Give me a break!" Uriel said dropping the gear.
Suddenly the Jawa fired the swoop bikes blasters directly at Uriel. Uriel was blasted off his feet as his armor took the blows.
The Jawa jumped off the bike and ghost drove it straight at Uriel. Suddenly the bike erupted in flames as it exploded.
Uriel got to his feet, his chest sizzling from the laser blasts. His chest plate glowed red hot and was singing his jacket.
"Fierfek." Uriel swore. He picked up the gear and headed for the hanger bays. "Devon." he said into his comm. "I'll meet up with you in a little bit. I have some business to take care of."

We need more people in this rpg.

((Well, we had a Wookie Sith Lord, but they got killed off after a few posts...but yeah, I guess a few more people won't hurt.))

Smugglers, Jedi, and Rebels. And a Rebel merc.

((Is that what we need? That would round out the characters pretty well.))

Ya. Please be one of those if anyone else joins. You can also be a Jawa, Tusken, ect.

(( Trouble is, people usually get pretty nervous about joining a thread seven pages long because of all the stuff they've missed. I haven't seen the Game Master in a while, I wonder what his opinion is on using more than one character? Fight scenes are easier to coordinate and more fun when you have more control over both sides. ))

I know Kyale in real life and I havent seen him in a while, I dunno whats going on.

yeah what is there like 5 characters?? 6??

Ya, 6......Not counting kyle. I am waiting for him on the Yuuzhan-Yong war RPG. If you see him Villimar, remind him this website still exists.

Will do

Thanks, cause I can't post until he gets back on that rpg.

(OOC: Eh, my character is a rebel, and Vassili's character is the rebel merc, right? Still no smugglers though.)
"Devon" Devon heard the comlink and picked it up "I'll meet up with you in a little bit. I have some business to take care of."
Devon shook his head "Exactly what did you do?" He asked. "Is it a mess out there?" Devon looked at the bantha mess and waited for the answer.

I&#8217;ll live.&#8221; Fenn smiled at Alo, then closed one eye as he carefully took off his broken lenses. He scrutinized the object with apparent frustration, and explained with clear frustration, &#8220;These things aren&#8217;t exactly easy to come by.&#8221;

The Sith hid the lenses somewhere in the folds of his heavy black cloak. He could  fix it with his limited skill in Sith Alchemy, but that involved a lot of blood, time, and energy.

&#8220;Here,&#8221; Fenn held up his black-gloved hand to the hired mercenary, &#8220;Help me up.&#8221;

When Alo pulled him up, he  gave a sharp cry and quickly grabbed his shoulder as he stumbled to his feet. He gave a sharp intake of breath between clenched teeth against the searing pain that shot through him. Fenn took hold of the black sleeve and ripped it halfway off at the seam, exposing his muscle toned shoulder and the thick sore  of black scorched flesh where he had been shot earlier.

He rolled his yellow eyes slightly upward and shook his head.

Methodically he reached into the pouches hanging from his gun belt and pulled out a bacta patch, and stuck it on over the open wound with a slight grimace as he started walking back towards the complex, &#8220;Well, Lady Veera, what do you think of the job so far?&#8221;

i think we can keep this one going though, weve come too far lol

(OOC: Well you could kinda say my character is sort of a smuggler, with all the weapons and all. but when i created him i was just going for heavily armed merc.)

"Lets just say it could've been much worse." Uriel replied approaching the hanger bay he was supposed to meet Mattias at. "I was almost killed 3 times by the same Jawa."
"That sounds pretty ridiculus." Devon replied almost laughing.
"Tell me about it." Uriel replied peeking cautiously through the door. "I've gotta meet our ol' pal Mattias for a bit. I'll Com you if I get into some deep, well you know."
Uriel stepped inside the hanger. "Okay, Mattias!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. "Where you at?"

(oh and Revan, I checked out those avatars, pretty sweet thanks)

Mattias climbed down the ladder to meet Uriel.
"So that's the infamous rifle, Dang. It's Huge.....Anyway what'd you need me for?" Uriel asked.
"Oh....Nothing....Just a buisness proposition from Darth Vader, is all." Mattias replied. 
"Wha?" Uriel was flabbergasted.
"That's right, you heard me. Darth Vader is offering a five-hundred million credit job. Between the two of us, that's 250,000,000 credits for each of us."
"Wha?" Uriel was stiil very confused.

((A Tusken? If I didn't all ready have a character, I'd take up that offer.))

Uriel was slightly suspicious, Jobs from Vader himself werent too common. And what did he need his help for? Granted he had enough weapons in his ship to arm a small army, but he was an ex rebel after all.
"250,000,000 large huh?" Uriel said reaching for a nic stik only to find the pack was empty. He discarded it on the ground. "Damnit Mattias you know I can't turn down that kind of cash, what's the job?"

"His flagship intercepted a transmission from a Rebel base on Mos Eisley to a captured Rebel Corvette. There are several high-ranking Rebel officers in the base that have vital information concerning a new incomplete space station the Empire is building. If they storm the base, the Rebels will destroy the evidence. The Empire needs somone to get that info in any means necessary, but it must be complete. That's where you come in. They will also remove the bounty on your head, and pay all expenses so you can open that museum you mentioned in the asteroid field.....Remember?" Mattias grinned.

Uriel bit his lip in thought. "Fine I'm in." He said to Mattias. "Now where do you come in in all of this? One more thing, my memory seems to fail me right now about that museum."

Devon was wondering what Uriel was doing. He took up his comlink and tried to contact Uriel "Damn comlink, work!" He thought. He only heard static. "Damn, what's wrong?" He thought and threw the comlink to the ground and almost stepped on it.
Suddenly he heard an imperial transmission. "Watch out! Incoming!" An imperial field officer said.
Devon stayed quiet but picked up the comlink. He could hear screams and blaster shots, could it be his rebel friends?
He heard an explosion and suddenly, he lost the signal and couldn't find it again.
"Damn, I hate this thing." Devon thought again. He tried to contact his rebel friends, but it didn't work. "They must've destroyed their comlink." He thought. "Or maybe only turned it off."
Devon contacted Uriel instead, this time it worked. "I hope you're having a good time, Uriel." He said. "What's going on over there that's so blasted important?"

Is it too late to join this RPG? If not:
Name: Rashtah
Species: Wookiee
Alliance: Mercenary that is currently working for the Empire
Weapons: Modified Wookiee bowcaster, a Wookiee Warblade, a grenade launcher, and spike-tipped gauntlets (Wookiee size)
Allies: Mattias Felth (they had worked together many times before), and his credits
History: Rashtah is a battle-hardened wookiee merc who takes great pleasure in killing Trandoshans. He is very tall even for a Wookiee, and he has silver tipped fur (pelt would be worth a fortune) and he has a scar across his right eye. He is an excellent hacker because he has very high computer use and security skills.

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Rashtah was tracking Mattias Felth down to tell him that Vader was offering a 500,000,000 credit job. This was their chance to get VERY wealthy VERY fast. When Rashtah finally reaches Mattias, he notices another person talking to him. Rashtah spoke to Mattias in the Wookiee language (Mattias already knows how to speak it) because he didn't trust the stranger. Mattias informed the Wookiee that Uriel and him were already taking on that job, but that Rashtah could help them if he wanted to.
"But if we split it between only ourselves, we shall be more wealthy than if we have to split it with him!" Rashtah exclaimed, pointing at Uriel.
"Would you rather split the reward into thirds, or get none at all?" Mattias asked. Rashtah reluctantly agreed, and the newly formed trio discussed their plans.

Uriel was talking over the more complex parts of their new found job, when suddenly the door burst open and the huge form of a wookie stepped inside the hanger.
Uriel drew his blaster at the wookie. Knowing in the back of his head that all it would do is piss it off.
"Bad idea Uriel." Mattias said. "We both know that thing is no good against a wookie, besides This is Rashta, I've worked with him before.
Uriel lowered his blaster. "If you say so Mattias." he replied. "But if he tries anything, I got something that will even put a wookie down."
Uriel opened his jacket and revealed a powerful Kaminoan dartcaster.
"Where do you get this stuff?" Mattias asked slightly suprised.
The wookie began talking to Mattias in his native tongue. Uriel waited impatiently while they talked. When they were finnaly done, Mattias turned to him.
"Rashtah is going to be working with us." he said simply.
"What?!" Uriel said getting angry. If you're expecting me to share that money with a wookie, you're wrong."
The wookie howled angrily.
"Alright fine!" Uriel said turning to the wookie and prodding his massive chest. "But you better not screw it up!"
Uriel turned away as his com chirped. It was Devon.
"I hope you're having a good time, Uriel." He said. "What's going on over there that's so blasted important?"
"Calm down kid." Uriel replied searching his pockets for a fresh pack of nic stiks. "Just having a little chat with Mattias." The wookie howled again. "Oh yeah, and a wookie. Just hang tight, I'll be there in ten minutes."
Uriel turned to Mattias. "I gotta go, I'm pretty sure Devon will lead me right to the rebels. Just don't try anything until I tell you, we don't want this screwed up, especially with Vader as an employer."

"As you wish." Mattias replied.

(Dang it Appo! Couldn't You have been a Trandoshan?! Oh well. I guess you like Wookiees.)

(Hey revan, please enlighten me about this whole museum thing. lol)

Yurt walked threw town, well accutaly rode. He was in what was like a baby's carrier on the back of a Gamorean. <Comon Pigsnout hurry up, we lost in tis town!>

The Gamorean only snorted and walked a differnt direction.

(Ya, well it was kinda a spur of the moment thing. I was thinking he maybe could have a weapons museum somewhere.)

(thats where i thought you were goin with that lol)

Devon waited a short while and then contacted Uriel with his comlink. "Are you out yet?" He asked.
"Yeah, I am." Uriel responded quickly. "What did you want to say?"
"My comlink malfunctioned and picked up a weird signal, it sounded like a battle."
"Your friends?" Uriel asked. "Do you know anything about where they fought?"
"How would I know that?" Devon asked and smiled. "I think imps were involved in the fighting, though. I heard a typical stormtrooper number being yelled."
"But you don't know who they fought?"
"No, as I said, I only know there were imps in the battle because I heard someone yell something at a TK-369... And by the way, my rebel friends have turned off their comlinks."

(Ya)

Uriel hopped back into the speeder. "That's odd." he said as Devon explained what he heard over the Com. "Too bad I don't have my ship, we could've used it to monitor the Imperial channels. But if you think they're being attacked, we better get over there fast."
"Good idea." Devon said and gunned the speeder.
Uriel pulled out his Data pad. "We might be able to use this to get into the Imperial network and see what the hell is going on."
"So you're a hacker now too?" Devon asked driving the speeder around a couple of Banthas. "I know they didn't teach you that in the pilot's academy."
"No." Uriel said tapping commands into his datapad. "No they didn't, but in this business it doesn't hurt to have a little knowledge of technology, especially how to get around it."
"That makes sense." Devon said.
"Here we go." Uriel said sitting up. "An imp raid was scheduled to take place a few minutes ago, nothing big, just a couple squads worth." Uriel frowned. "It still say inconclusive, it still must be going on. Let's hope its not where were goin."
Devon tapped the barrel of the concussion rifle. "If they are, we'll have a little something to say to the Empire's finest."

"We can get there very quickly from here." Devon said. "Guess the safe house is not safe anymore, I hope we are rescued soon..."
Devon kept driving like an idiot and almost hit a jawa and a gamorrean walking across the street.
They did arrive very fast, and came in time to see the rebel snipers shoot at the retreating stormtroopers. Devon jumped out of the speeder and approached the rebel field officer. "Hey, I'm Devon Goldam, I'm from the rebels who were here first, like Jori over there." Devon had seen his old friend Jori crouching behind a large pile of trash and furnitures and he pointed at Jori.
"Okay", the field officer replied "And who is that?" He pointed at Uriel.
"It's Uriel, he's a mercenary who helped me." Devon explained. "He's a former rebel too."
"Okay, but can we trust him?" The officer asked and sounded very suspicious. "He might be working for the Empire."
"We can't trust him, but he's here so why not let him see some action?" Devon tried to convince the field officer. "He hates the Empire, so he probably doesn't do jobs for them, maybe the hutts, but not the Empire."
"Okay, okay, but we'll have to talk later, the imps are probably regrouping and we can't stay here when thay attack!" The field officer took a pair of electrobinoculars from a rebel trooper and checked the area for signs of imperials. "Here they come!" He suddenly shouted.
Devon and Uriel picked up their weapons and went to help the rebels. "We're helping out." Uriel told the rebels.
"Protect this area to take care of the flanks, and remember: DON'T WASTE AMMUNITION!" The field officer shouted...

Uriel grabbed his satchel full of weapons and ran inside the safe house. Devon grabbed the other bag and followed him.
Uriel unpacked his weapons and stared at the pile in front of him, deciding what to use first. Devon snatched up the concussion rifle and grinned.
"You can have it." Uriel said shouldering his E-11 and grabbing the screecher launcher. "Make sure noone else touches this stuff." he said. He also grabbed his autocannon. "Very very exspensive."
Devon nodded. "What are you gonna do?"
Uriel held up the satchel bag of Thermal Plastoid. "I'm gonna leave them a little suprise."
Uriel ran outside. The area was deserted. Most of the civilians fled at the sight of the battle. In the distance Uriel spotted several AT-ST's approaching.
"Damn." Uriel said running to the corner of a building. He knelt down and set down the autocannon. He then pulled out a package of the Thermal Plastoid.
"Just because I work for their boss now doesn't mean I have to be on their side right?" he said to himself arming the explosives. "Besides I got to get the rebels to trust me."
"What is he doing?" The Rebel Field officer shouted. "He's in the open!"
"He knows what he's doing." Devon replied. "He used to be an X-wing pilot."
"Yeah used to be." The officer said. "He's a deserter and should've been shot. He's not to be trusted."
Uriel finished planting the explosives just as one of the advancing stormtroopers spotted him.
Uriel rolled over, grabbing the autocannon as he did so and rolled away from the troopers blaster fire. He came to a kneel and pulled the trigger. The massive weapon bucked in his hands, the super heated plasma melting the top half of the trooper to bloody slag.
"Uriel!" Devon shouted. "Get back here! You're being flanked!"
Uriel glanced up as more stormtroopers rushed from inbetween the buildings and fired at him.
Uriel grabbed the explosives and ran back towards the safehouse, laser bolts ricocheting off his armor. Suddenly the ground in front of him exploded as one of the AT-ST's fired it's heavy laser cannon.
Uriel was blasted backwards. Shrapnel ripping through his left leg. He landed on the ground. He was dizzy and he felt pain like he'd never felt before. He looked down to see the half foot long piece of dura steel protruding from his bloody leg. A stormtrooper put his boot on his chest. "Don't move rebel!" he said.

Devon saw the imps capture Uriel. "Blast the imps!" He shouted to the snipers. "I'm out, reloading." He crouched and reloaded and when he got back up he couldn't see Uriel anymore.
"Oh yeah, he knows what he's doing?" The field officer asked, irritated. "That was a bold but stupid move!" He said and aimed for the place where the stormtroopers who captured Uriel were.
"Well, he is a bold one, but can you tell me what happened?" Devon asked.
"Nothing special... They carried your mercenary friend away! The snipers couldn't stop them!" The field officer shot a few blaster bolts with his A280 rifle.
"I still can't beleive he got captured already!" Devon was surprised, but Uriel would probably run into a wall if he thought that would help his side in a battle, though.
"Don't do so, then!"
"You know what? I'm going after him! Can I have some troops?"
"Absolutely not! You would only be surrounded and captured or killed." The field officer said. "Or captured AND killed."
"You're probably right..." Devon said. "I think I have an idea on how we could deal with the AT-ST's though..."
"Okay, but tell me about it first." The field officer sounded worried.
"If we could get to the speeder, there are alot of grenades in it."
"That won't be hard, I could do it myself, but you, come with me and help me carry the grenades." The field officer turned to a pack of rebels going inside to get some ammo for their friends. "Now is the time, bring the E-WEB to the roof!" He shouted.
"Yes, sir!" One of them replied.
"You had an E-WEB all the time?" Devon was once again surprised. "Why didn't you use it from the beginning?"
"The imps almost always send a small scale assault, or two, without officers first, and when the survivors get back they tell the rest about what weapons we have, how many we are, and so on." The field officer explained.
"Is that so?" Devon said. "They didn't bother with that when they raided our moisture farm!"
"That's because they didn't even expect you to know they were coming. Now hold on a second." The field officer turned to the snipers. "Shoot the officers to stop their advance!" He turned back to Devon. "Well, now they will be surprised to see an E-WEB in our hands," E-WEB fire could be heard from the roof. "and they will be confused. Now let's get to that speeder and back, quick!"

I REALLY like Wookiees! I don't really like Trandoshans, however.....

Uriel was on the brink of unconsciousness, but he felt himself being dragged backwards. He lifted his head and saw two stormtroopers holding him under the arms and pulling him across the ground. Uriel's hatred rose, he wasn't about to be captured, not after he got this far.
They had taken his weapons. At least they thought they did. One of the stormtroopers had his custom E-11 on his shoulder. The other lugged the screetcher launcher and the autocannon. But tucked inside his coat was his dartcaster. If he could only get to it....
Ignoring the pain in his leg, Uriel suddenly stood up, ripping his arms free. He grabbed the stormtroopers by their helmets and slammed their heads together.
"Gah!" one yelled and stumbled to the ground. The second whirled on Uriel, drawing his captured E-11.
Suddenly the trooper yelled in pain and fell to the ground. Uriel grinned, he had installed a discreet thumbprint scanner on his blaster. Anyone who used it besides him would get 500,000 volts of a suprise.
Uriel pulled his dartcaster and put a dart in the neck of each trooper. The area of the dart impact turned black instantly and began smoking as the toxins in the tip burned their arteries to ash.
Uriel gathered his weapons and began limping back towards the rebel safehouse. He could hear alot of gunfire, and was that an E-WEB?
Uriel poked his head around the corner. Imps were clustered around the other side of the building behind a makeshift barrier and were firing at the rebels. Uriel grinned as he spotted the thermal plastoid still attached to the wall above them.
Uriel pulled out his datapad and accessed the bomb's computer. Turning it from High explosive to anti personnel. He removed the safety and pressed the detonate icon.
A massive explosion sheared the building in half as thousands of tiny durasteel ball bearings erupted from the explosives pack, ripping into the mass of stormtroopers and tearing them to shreds in a bloody cloud.
One of the AT-ST's stalked into view and leveled its cannons at the E-WEB on the roof.
Uriel shouldered the screecher and sighted the walkers head. The targetting icon flashed red and he squeezed the trigger, staggering back as the rocket left the tube and streaked towards it's target.
The AT-ST's head exploded violently, killing several troopers at it's feet. The attack lost it's momentum and the Stormtroopers began pulling back. The rebels in the house yelled in triumph and shot at the retreating imps.
Uriel staggered across the wartorn street towards the front door. His leg was killing him now and his vision was beginning to dim. "I must've lost more blood then I thought." he said to himself. With that he collapsed to the ground outside the safehouse door.

Devon and the field officer started handing out grenades while the snipers and the E-WEB covered them. The sniper and E-WEB fire wasn't enough, though. One of the rebels rised and got his head blasted away by a blaster bolt.
"Everyone stay low!" The field officer shouted.
Suddenly a thermal plastoid exploded close to the stormtroopers. "Now!" Devon shouted. "Throw your grenades now!"
Two AT-ST's were quickly destroyed by the grenades, and a third was destroyed by something, they didn't see what, destroyed it, but they yelled in triumph and killed as many retreating stormtroopers as they could.
"That's enough!" The officer shouted. "We don't need to overkill like this. Now go out in groups of 8 and look for leftovers from the battle! I'll transmit a message to our leaders and ask for help. Remember, we never fight a battle if we don't gain anything from it!"
The rebels started to form groups and went out scrounging the battlefield. Devon went with Jori and his group.
When they got outside, they saw Uriel.
"He must've killed the ones who took him away, and made hi way here." Devon said. "Come on let's get him to the medics."