Imperial Conquest (Page 9 of 10)

Devon had just finished collecting weapons from the battlefield, and when he got in he heard the field officer talking to Uriel.
"We don't need help from Mercenary scum." the officer said.
"Sorry sir." Uriel said. "Just tell me what I can do to help."
Devon walked up to them. "I think you could help us carrying the weapons to our speeders." Devon said.
"Yes, do that." The officer said. "But I have a list of everything that's there, and I don't want to see something's missing!"
Uriel tried to get up and he looked slightly surprised when he could walk normally.
"Our medics are skilled, Koslov, and you know that." The officer said. "Don't look so surprised, I know it hurts, but you can walk perfectly."
"Okay, I'll just go help carrying the weapons, then." Uriel said. "And I would never steal like that."
"I hope you mean it." the officer said and nodded. "We know a rescue is coming soon, it seems like the Mon Calamari are on their way to Ryloth, so they changed their course slightly, so they will come and help us. But first we need to get out of town."

Alo's mouth hitched up into a grin. "Imperial night on the town huh?" She crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, as long as you buy me flowers, I won't complain." Her eyes flashed almost playfully before she blinked it away, her eyes hardening into their usual glare.

Uriel fought the urge to limp as he and Devon loaded the rebel weapons into a waiting speeder. The officer was rights, the medics to a damn good job fixing his leg.
"That was a pretty close call back there Uriel." Devon said lugging a weapon case. "I thought you were dead for sure."
Uriel tossed another weapons case into the speeder and wiped his brow. He had managed to buy some nic stiks from one of the rebel soldiers, he turned over one of the crates and sat down, lighting the end and taking a puff.
"I've had closer kid." Uriel replied exhaling the smoke. "It was getting caught by the imps that actually had me worried." he took another hit. "I've seen what they do to rebel prisoners."
Devon nodded and took a seat. "Mind if I try one of those?" he asked gesturing to the pack of smokes.
Uriel raised a brow in suprise. "Sure kid." He replied taking one out of the pack and tossing it to Devon. "But it's a filthy habit, I don't think you'll like them too  much."
Devon shrugged and placed the nic stik in his mouth, Uriel pulled out an old fashioned ligher and lit it for him.
Devon nodded his thanks and breathed deep. Uriel laughed as he began coughing uncontrollably.
"Ho...ho....how can you smoke these?" Devon asked between coughs. "It's like breathing in speeder exhaust!"
Uriel shrugged. "If you would've been a pilot you would understand." laughed Uriel.
Devon tossed the nic stik away and took a swig from his canteen.
Uriel suddenly stiffened as he felt the familiar feeling of a blaster on the back of his head.
"Don't move stranger." a familiar voice said. "Or your friend here gets to see what really goes on inside that head of yours."
"Wait a minute..." Uriel said, he turned around and came face to face with a grinning Kaseema.
"What are you doing here?" Uriel asked regaining his composure. "Missed me I suppose."
"Don't flatter yourself Koslov." Kaseema replied. "I'm a member of the Rebel underground. Well the leader actually."
Devon spit his water out in suprise. "What?" he said wiping his mouth. "You?"
Kaseema shrugged. "Noone ever suspects the waitress."
Uriel traded odd looks with Devon and shrugged. "Well, welcome to the party." Uriel's com suddenly chirped. "Hang on I'll be right back." he said standing up and walking away to get some privacy.
"Koslov here." he said into the com.
"Uriel, it's Mattias. Did you manage to get those plans yet? Vader is not one to keep waiting you know."
"Calm down Mattias." Uriel replied. "I could've had them already if your little pals hadn't decided to raid the place. Almost lost my damn leg!"
"Don't lecture me on lost limbs Koslov." Mattias replied. "I'm half droid now remember?"
"Yeah yeah." Uriel replied. "Listen, somethings come up. The rebels are planning on moving out of here asap. I don't think they destroyed the plans. And I don't think they will either, their too valuable. We could possibly be moving out of system, but I plan on getting my ship first. I'll ping my transponder so you can follow me if we take off."

((by whats going on in his head i meant she was gonna blow my brains out, and she wasnt going to arrest me, and i just walked away to use the com.))

"Dig up what information? Mattias?....Are you there?....Mattias? Ah, crap." Uriel sighed putting away his comm.
"Damn him, he was always one to keep me in the dark." he said to himself.
"Who was that?" Devon asked as Uriel sat down again.
"Wrong number." Uriel replied.
The rebel officer was giving Uriel suspicious looks. "Back to work Mercenary!" he said walking back inside the building.
Uriel gave a very rude hand gesture to the man's back as he dissapeared inside. "Bastard." he said outloud. "Should've blasted him when I had the chance."
Uriel stood up and walked to his speeder.
"Where are you going?" Kaseema called after him. "Were getting out of here within the hour!"
Uriel turned around. "Do you think I would leave this dirt ball of a planet without my ship?" he asked jumping into the driver's seat. "I'll meet you by the jumppoint. I hope you have a good plan for getting around those star destoyers." Uriel wondered if he should warn them about the interdictor ship. "Just be careful." he said finnaly.
Devon stood up to join Uriel, but Uriel waved his hand at him.
"Stay here kid." He said pulling his goggles over his eyes, they automatically polarized. "Like I said, I'll catch up with you later."
With that Uriel gunned the speeder and raced down the sandy streets towards the outskirts. He chirped Mattias's com. It was busy, who was he talking to?
"Mattias, it's Uriel." He said to the recorded message. "I'm on my way to get my ship. Those rebels will be leaving within the hour. But I bet your friends in orbit will notice that right away."

Devon and the rebels were already in their speeders, starting the drive out of Mos Eisley.
"Devon, where is that ship he was talking about?" Kaseema asked.
"It's completely in a different direction from Mos Eisley, if you want to go there."
"No, but if it's in a different direction, it's probably under an area still under Imperial control."
"Well, he will have trouble getting to our ships, then." Devon said. "Should I contact him and tell him about it?"
"We will be at the transport in probably only 15 minutes, so yes, do that."
Devon tried to contact Uriel "Not within range." Devon said.
"What?!" Kaseema sounded angry. "The comlinks we use are supposed to have wider than average range!"
"Well, it looks like either he's too fast or we're too fast."
"Or, it's because Mos Eisley is in the way. It doesn't matter, when we are up at the ships, we can use a subspace radio."

Uriel powered his speeder skillfully around the Imperial barricade, cruising slow as to not attract any unwanted attention.
"Bloody Imps." He said to himself, passing the barricade and going full throttle into the desert.
It took him roughly half a standard hour to reach his hideout. To his suprise, he spotted 3 imperial swoop bikes parked outside. The Troopers were nowhere in sight.
"Damn." Uriel swore parking the speeder and jumping out. He leaned into the backseat and grabbed his E-11. "Maybe they just wanna talk."
Uriel checked his datapad to make sure his Ships cloaking field was active. It was, those imps werent gonna find a damn thing.
Uriel casually walked up to the front door and strolled inside. One of the scout troopers was on his Com facing away from Uriel.
"Yes sir." he said. "No sir, it appears he ditched the ship somewhere else and commandeered a speeder. Yes sir were looking for him now."
"Excuse me." Uriel said tapping his shoulder. "What are you doing in MY house?"
The scout trooper spun around in suprise, drawing his blaster pistol. "Who are you?" he asked leveling the barrel at Uriel's chest. "You're interferring with an Imperial investigation!"
"I live here." Uriel replied,keeping his cool.
The trooper lowered his blaster. "Alright, then you must know about your stolen speeder?"
Uriel faked a look of shock. "What!" he shouted throwing his hands in the air. "That thing was brand new!"
"Don't worry." The scout said, his voice somewhat distorted by his external helmet speakers. "Were looking for the culprit. He can't have made it too far."
"Well see that you find him!" Uriel replied. "And if my speeder is damaged in any way, I expect a full refund!"
"Of course sir, just calm down." The scout said. "Now tell me your name so we can file a proper report."
Suddenly one of the other scouts walked in from outside. "Excuse me sir, but is that your speeder?" he asked pointing outside.
Uriel followed his finger, damn, he should've hidden the speeder.
"There it is!" Uriel replied. "I guess I just misplaced the thing. My memories not what it used to be you know."
The troopers glanced at eachother. "What did you say your name was again?" the closest one asked.
"I better get the Lt. He's checking out the garage."
Uriel sighed, he was probably gonna regret this.
"Don't move!" Uriel said drawing his blaster at the closest trooper. "Drop you weapons! Don't even think about it!" he said switching his aim to the other trooper as he reached for his holdster. Both troopers raised their hands and dropped their blasters on the floor.
"That's it." Uriel said kicking their weapons across the room. "Noone has to get hurt see?"
The scout Lt. came casually walking into the room, holding a converter in one hand. "I didn't see a damn thing, lot of footprints though." he looked up to see his two partners at the mercy of a complete stranger. The Lt. drew an E-11. "Hey! Drop your weapon!"
"Oh give me a break!" Uriel replied. He fired two shots into the first trooper and rolled to the side, the second trooper dove on his gun, but Uriel put a blaster bolt right between his visor.
Uriel heard a blaster discharge and his back was suddenly burning like mad. He whirled around as the Lt. fired another shot into Uriel's chest armor, burning a hole thru this jacket.
"What the?" The Lt. said confused before being blasted.
Uriel surveyed the damage. Vader would not be happy to hear one of his employees was going around killing stormtroopers.
"This is getting ridiculus." Uriel said shouldering his rifle and picking up the discarded weapons.
Uriel opened the hanger doors and pulled the three swoop bikes inside. If he ever came back to this place, he could probably get a nice price for them.
Uriel pulled out his data pad and deactivated the cloaking field around the "Fury". The black X-Wing seemed to appear out of thin air.
"Good to see you girl." Uriel said running his hand down the fuesalage and opening the rear cargo bay and tossing the stolen weapons inside. He also grabbed his own weapons from the speeder after pulling it back inside the hanger.
Uriel hopped into the cockpit and powered up the drives. "R9, plot a course for the rebel RV point from these coordinates." he said to the droid, plugging his datapad into the console.
R9 beeped in response as a targetting cursor illuminated on his view screen. "Alright, lets get goin."
Uriel piloted his ship slowly out of the hanger and throttled up to break the atmosphere. Once in open space, he activated his ships homing beacon. Hopefully the imps wouldn't try to blast him to atoms this time.

Mattias frantically flipped switches as the engines rumbled to life.
He punched the throttle and the ship abruptly left the hangar into the air.
"Ping....Ping....Ping" The sensor lights flashed from Uriel's signal.
"Yes!" Mattias shouted. "Found you."
Mattias punched in the coordinates, and gunned the throttle once more.

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"Aye aye," She said, grasping the throttle.

"You may want to hang on tight, this may be a bit fast," She said to her passanger, gunning the throttle, causing the bike to lurch forward and speed off into the distance.

"Yeah, now this is what I call traveling!" She yelled over the roar of the engine and whistling wind, squinting against the grains of sand that were being kicked up by the speeder's exhaust and deftly doging boulders and other obstacles.

((Im gonna say Yurt got killed or something, i kinda droned out. Im gonna make a new char))

Name: Ruwuruw
Race: Tusken
Appearance: http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/2/20/Sardu.jpg
WOC: Long ranged rifle, no scope.
2nd WOC: Pistol
Ship: http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images … ig_mk2.jpg
Crew: A whole lot of Jawas
Occupation: Slaver
History: Ruw was born on Tattooine to tuskens. He grew up with their ways until his bantha was killed in a raid. Outcasted from his tribe he took to space and started a crew with some money he got off many jobs. He took in the only avaible crew, Jawas. He found they were extreamly resourcful and his profits poured in. He turned his buisness to Slavery and is one of the most wanted slavers in the Empire.