Imperial Conquest (Page 4 of 10)

Uriel let out the breath he had been holding and slumped back into his seat, not taking his eye off the stormtroopers until they were safely out of the cantina. He placed his E-11 on his lap and lit another nic stik. Devon eyed him curiously. "Nervous habit" Uriel told him puffing away. "calms me down." Uriel turned his attention to Mattias. "Nice work" he said simply. "I thought it was off to the detention center for me. Though they wouldn't have taken me without a fight." Uriel stood up and tossed some credits on the table. "Enough chit chat." he said, straightening the goggles perched on his forehead. "Mattias, lets go get my ship." he turned to Devon. "You too, then we can talk business."

"Let's go, then." Devon said and stood up. "But, this one will not listen to our business." Devon pointed at Mattias. "He works for the Empire, and could reveal everything to the imps."

<Weeeeee!> Yurt shouted as he spun around on his stool. He stoped only to drink from his beer. Yurt looked up at Mattahis. <Wa wrong wit you?>

Uriel stepped outside the cantina, raising his hand to shield his eyes from the bright suns. Devon followed him.
"This way." Uriel said, turning left and setting quick pace down the street. They soon came to the hanger where Uriel's ship was kept. Uriel frowned as he noticed the score of stormtroopers outside.
"This won't be easy." he said to Devon, hiding his blaster rifle the best he could. "Just follow my lead."
Uriel calmly approached the Stormtrooper captain. The captain turned, noticing Uriel and Devon. "What's your business here?" he asked adjusting his grip on his blaster. "I gave you a break at the cantina."
Uriel nodded. "Yeah thanks." he replied. "I'm just here for my ship, then I'll be on my way."
The captain sighed and pulled out a datapad. "Name."
"Uriel Koslov."
The captain scrolled down the screen on the datapad, where Uriel knew his name wasn't.
"You're not registered." the captain said finnaly. "Docking with an unregistered ship is a crime you know."
"That's strange." Uriel replied calmly. "Could you check again?"
The captain mumbled something under his breath and checked the datapad a second time. "Nope, I still don't see your..." he stopped as he looked up. The two were gone.
"What the," he said turning around just in time to see Devon following Uriel through the door.
"Hey!" he shouted drawing his blaster. "Stop them!"
Uriel sprinted into the hanger bay and spotted his x-wing.
"Are you crazy?" Devon demanded hot on his heels. "They'll blast us for sure!"
Uriel skidded to halt at the rear of the "Fury" and opened one of the many cargo bays. "Here" he said tossing him another E-11. "Hows that for a bigger gun. Just keep em off me while I get the fuel hose."
Devon's mouth dropped. He really was crazy!
"There they are!" A voice shouted from across the hanger. Devon turned in time to see an entire platoon of stormtroopers barge in, raising their blasters.

Mattias walked into the hangar just as the last stormtrooper hit the floor. "What the He- You..Idiot! I just got your clearance papers to leave! And what happens?! I turn my back for 2 seconds, and you're here shootin' at stomtroopers! Stop....Stop....Now....Calm....Down....Okay, I'm fine now. I'll just tell them tha-" Mattias almost finished. BSSAT! Devon shot Mattias In the face, the blaster bolt burned off the sythskin, and ricochet at the wall. Mattias ripped the rest of the synthskin off, showing his chrome skull and glowing blue photoreceptors. "Devon....Big mistake." Uriel said, slowly ducking behind his ship. "Oh, thats why he won't.....Die. Crap." Devon said.

"Damnit Devon!" Uriel cursed, disconnecting the fuel hose from his ship. "I said keep em off me!" laser bolts ricoched off of the black x-wing and dangerously close to the fuel hose.
Devon said nothing. He fired several times into the stormtroopers and lobbed at least half a dozen grenades. Smoke, concussion, and finnally a thermal detonated. Uriel's ear rang as he noticed the stormtroopers assault grind to a stop. Most of them incapcitated by the motley arrangement of grenades courdesy of Devon.
"Not bad kid." Uriel said digging around in the cargo bay for a larger weapon.
Suddenly another shot rang out. Uriel whirled around in time to see Devon blast the face right off Mattias. Revealing a chrome skull. The blue photoreceptors glowed brightly, illuminating the smoke around him.
"Devon." Uriel said moving behind his ship and reaching further into the cargo bay. "Big mistake."
"Oh crap." Devon said lowering the blaster. "Thats why he wont die."
Mattias began taking slow deliberate steps towards them.
"Uriel" Devon said slowly backing away from the cyborg. "Do something!"
Uriel's hand grasped what he was looking for, a small grin crept across his face. "GET DOWN KID!" he shouted turning and hefting a massive autocannon.
Devon hit the dirt and put his arms over his head.
"Sorry Mattias." Uriel said charging the massive weapon. "But this is for your own good!"
Uriel squeezed the trigger, purposely aiming low. The scorching hot plasma rounds burning through the wiring of Mattias's legs. Mattias fell to one knee, down, but certainly not out.
Uriel tossed the autocannon back into the cargo bay. He bent down and grabbed Devon by the back of his shirt and hauled him to his feet.
"Thanks Uriel" Devon said "I owe ya, hey!" he added as Uriel also tossed him into the cargo hold.
"Sorry kid but theres no room in the cockpit!" Uriel replied closing the door. "R9!" He shouted to the droid unit perched atop his ship. "Prep us for launch!" He turned to Mattias who was picking himself up. His face and leg sparking violently. "Damn" Uriel said jumping into his cockpit and sealing the hatch. "He'll never forgive me for this."

Devon didn't have time to ask where they were going, but he knew Uriel probably only wanted to hide his ship somewhere safe. "Interesting ship." Devon thought. It must have been bought or stolen from the Rebel Alliance. It was a modified X-Wing fighter, looked like it had equipped some heavy weaponry too.
Now Devon sat in the cargo hold, looking at all the weapons inside. Illegal weapons too. And several kinds of explosives and grenades. He didn't think it would be a good idea to take a closer look on anything, though.

"Yeeeehaaa!" Uriel shouted as he throttled up the "Fury". The escape from the hanger and more importantly Mattias had been close, too close.
"How ya doin back there kid?" Uriel asked Devon turning his head. He reached behind his seat and slid open a small access door. Devon's face appeared.
"Where did you get this ship?" Devon asked. "Did you steal it from the alliance?"
Uriel grinned. "I guess you could say that." he said. "I use to fly this baby on combat missions for the Rebellion. I was a pilot you know. And one day, I just got tired of it and ditched my squadron, and well here I am."
Devon nodded. "And the weapons?"
"Those." Uriel started. "I can't tell you much about kid. I've been across half the galaxy since I left the Rebellion. I've seen a lot of weird crap and killed some interesting people for all that stuff."
Uriel stiffened as red warning claxons began blaring. "Uh oh." He said strapping his harness in. "Imperial blockade." He noticed the many star destroyers in the distance. "Hang on to something kid." Uriel said grimly locking his wings into attack position and leaping forward directly towards the star destroyers.

dont worry, i know about the Intedictor cruiser and gravity well projectors.

Uriel scowled as the Star Destroyers turned to face his ship. He'd blown through Imperial blockades many times and this would be no different he thought.
Something caught his eye. It was a Star Destroyer, but giant bulging spheres pierced it's hull. He'd never seen anything like it.
"A new toy for the Empire huh." Uriel said. maintaning his course. "No matter." he grinned as he recalled the day when he had installed the new engines. Making the Fury faster then any normal x-wing.
"So what do we do now?" Devon asked nervously eyeying the might of the Empire. "We can't take on an entire Imperial Armada!"
"I don't plan to." Uriel replied. "We'll lose em in hyperspace."
Uriel pressed the button to engage the hyperdrives of his ship. Nothing happened.
"Cmon." Uriel urged his ship. "Don't do this to me now baby." he pressed it again. Still nothing.
"We may have a problem." Uriel said. "R9 get the hyperdrives working would ya?"
The droid beeped annoyingly. "Don't give me that!" Uriel said angrily to the droid. "Yes I know what a gravity well is!"
Uriel suddenly remembered the odd looking star destroyer. He swore angrily. "That thing must have gravity well projectors!" he slammed his fist angrily into the dash.
"What's the matter?" Devon asked nervously. "I thought we were entering hyperspace!"
"That ship is interfering with the hyperdrives!" Uriel replied. "We can't jump!"
"So what now!" Devon shouted back.
"Don't worry kid" Uriel replied. "The fury has one more trick up her sleeve. Lets just hope it works!"
Uriel located a small black button under the dash. He had installed a cloaking device after a close encounter with the Bando Gora. He hoped it would be enough to fool the Star Destroyers sensors. At least for a short time.
Uriel activated his ship's cloaker. The hull melted and blended into the space around them.
"Were gonna have to land back on Tattoine." Uriel said powering his engines down almost to nothing to hide his thermal signature. "We won't last long out here."
Uriel slowly turned the x-wing around and headed back to the planet. The imps would have a price on his head now for sure.

<Wooooo!> Yurt said as he ran around the street in his drunked stooper.

"Do you think this will fool them?" asked Devon. "I can see that the Star Destroyers are launching scout squadrons, they're going to use the scouts' sensor ping!"