RPG: The Naltoon Assault (Page 3 of 8)

”You better have something for me ‘57” the Colonel’s voice hissed over Ghost’s helmet com as he made his way down the stairway toward the lobby.  ”My position is still very unstable.  If we can’t get control of this situation, we won’t be able to justify our move against Darsmon!”

“I understand that, colonel, and I do have something.”

“Oh??  What do you have?

“I have what I believe is the Rebel staging area in the city.  I tracked the leader of the failed attack to the Royal Apartment Complex in the Bravo sector.  I have all available units on the way to surround and then search this and all the nearby buildings.”  At the third floor Ghost stopped and scanned what he could see of the lobby below; the squad of stormtroopers was only just reaching the front door, the Rodian having either passed out or stunned.  Starting back down the stairs, he made a mental note to have the unit assigned to cleaning the Rancor lair.   

”That is……excellent……if true.  If you need more men I have..”

POW

The blaster shot came from the first floor.  Flashing his blaster over the edge, he saw the Rebel sergeant fire another shot into a second trooper as she crashed past the corporal who’d moved to block her escape.

As she burst through the front doors, ’57 holstered his disrupter and let himself drop from the second floor landing to the ground.  Pulling his blaster from his boot holster, he charged out the door.  She was already some distance down the street headed for an ally way.  He only had time for a single shot, and his hurried attempt to only wound ended with just a miss at her feet before she turned the corner.

Chasing after her, he had just turned down the ally when all hell broke loose……

The explosion of the apartment complex had come as a surprise, so much so that it knocked 57’ from his feet completely.  Looking back down the street, the entire area was a disaster zone, filled with a mass of dust and debris from the building’s crushed walls and foundations.  A speederbike flew out of nowhere up to Ghost. 

“Did you do that sir?” asked the scout in amazement.

Idiot thought 57’ as he shook his head clear.  The Rebel!

"Fly this thing around the corner STAT!  There’s an armored female on the run who’s got to exit this ally there.  I want her ALIVE!”

“Yes Sir!” shouted the trooper and he punched the execrator and zipped around the corner.

Running full tilt down the ally, he gritted his teeth in frustration at having let the explosion disorient him and giving her time to flee. 

Making his way down the winding, twisted turns, he heard another explosion, though this one was much smaller; more like a grenade going off.  Rounding the last corner, he saw the blast zone and what was left of the scout and his speeder.  Just past the smoke, the Rebel continued to flee.

“STOP!!  STOP OR I’LL BLAST YA’!!!”

The rebel turned and fired a couple of bolts in his direction, none coming dangerously close.

Running into the street for a clear shot, he fired a couple return shots on the run.  One caught her in the right thigh, causing her to stumble, though her armor seemed to have held against the smallish scout pistol.

Stopping to take careful aim, he was just about to squeeze the trigger..when suddenly his left shoulder bell was struck…hard.  It felt like he’d been slapped down by a Rancor.  The force of the impact spun him back and down onto his face

Sniper….

Time to pack up, Alaya thought.

Now that the rebels were invading, it was time to take charge. She needed a better sniping postition and fast. A few blocks down, she noticed an apartment building. However, it was what was on the roof of said apartment building that made her especially notice it. The roof had durasteel fencing all around the roof, as if it was used for sightseeing, and the building was unusually short, only about 15 to 20 stories high. It was a perfect sniping position. Now the only problem was getting there undetected.

She moved out of the garden and into an alley way. There she crouched and pressed her back against the wall. She sat there and listened for five minutes. When she was sure the coast was clear she jumped out of the alley way and ran for two blocks. Alaya spotted an entrance into a building a block away from her objective. She decided that it would make sufficent cover. She went over to it and sliced into the terminal that would open the door, with ease. She stepped inside and jammed her vibro blade under the door so the door would stay half open when it went to close. She listened and observed. She could hear blasterfire in the distance, but nothing near her position.

On three, I'll make the last sprint to the apartment.

She readied herself.

One. Two. Three!

Alaya bolted out the door and grabbed her vibro blade and she ran. When she made it to the terminal outside the apartment building, she heard the clanging of a thermal detonator bouncing near her. She turned to her right and saw it rolling toward her.

"Slag!"

Alaya did the only thing she could think of at the time: she kicked it toward the direction it originally came. She immediatly turned back to slicing into the terminal. As she did so, she vaguely heard the screams of the rebel soldiers as the detonator went off. Alaya got inside as the remaining rebels opened fire. Before she closed the door she smashed the outside terminal to preved the rebels from getting in from that door.

That'll hold them for now.

Alaya turned and went toward the lift. When she got up to the roof, she went to the side of the building where the rebels had attacked her. She got out her sniper rifle and took aim.

There were the four rebels that opened fire on her, packing charges to blow the door into the building.

Make every shot count.

She fired at the one who looked to be in command of the others.

Headshot.

She quickly rained blaster bolts on the three remaining rebels. Each shot dead with one bullet either to the head or neck.

They never knew what hit them.

tal stopped running and sniffed around...his prey had run into the woods. tal walked after him, pushing trees out of the way and being stuck with stray blaster bolts from the city.un-aware of the hitchhiker riding on his scaly back. As tal pushed and trampled his way into a clearing he saw the creature scramble into a small base, barely as tall as tal was.

tal bent down to try to look into the strange dwelling and was met with blaster bolt after blaster bolt in the face! enraged tal reared up and slammed the tiny base with both of his fists. the small base crumbled and collapsed inward from the force of the hit. more creatures scurried around in the base. tal crammed them into his mouth, handful after handful, until the base was nearly empty. all that was left among the rubble was a white armored man. the man got up off a stretcher and tried to run past him. a flurry of blaster bolts flew from somewhere above tal, striking the fleeing man in the leg.

taking this strange occurrence as an opportunity, tal bent down and chewed off the mans legs above the knee.
the man uttered a hight pitched shriek and started to crawl away. the legs of this man did not taste as good as the rest...too crunchy. tal, now satisfied, headed back to his home,back through the battle...

Shalashaska stepped out of the makeshift dining hall reloading his AAS pistols, then promptly sealed the door behind him.

"That's six less the Empire won't have to deal with." Blaine said coldly.

Footsteps could be heard running down the stairwell above, as well as a familiar voice yelling down at him.

"Colonel! They're gonna blow the charges! We gotta get outta here!"

He spun the AAS pistol back into it's holster. "How long!?"

"As soon as we're clear!" Griffin shouted back.

...perfect cover up... "I'm on my way." The Colonel sprinted frantically up the stairs to the roof where Griffin and a dilapidated looking droid were waiting for him.

"Sir." Griffin nodded. "We have to to get across."

"How do you propose we do that?"

"...I-" Griffin was cut off by numerous beeps and whistles made by the R2 unit. "You can?"

Just then, four rocket boosters flipped out from the droids legs, emitting a pale blue flame.

"Can you hold the weight of us both?" Griffin asked. *The R2 unit responds with more whistles and beeps*

"What'd it say?"

"Yeah, but it'll be close." 

The two held onto the droid best they could as it barely lifted off the duracrete roof, then seamlessly floated over and across the street to a row of buildings on the other side.

"Gemma, it's Griffin. We're clear." About five seconds later, the apartment building on the opposing side collapsed on itself, pluming smoke and dust. "Colonel, we best make contact with Squad Three. Four floors down, across the connecting bridge, I'll lead."

Blaine and Griffin walked to roof acess door and down the stairs to the connection bridge reception area. The entire place was abandoned, as expected. The rich usually flee when gunfire and explosions are heard.

"Griffin!" The comlink chirped. "Griffin, if you’re on the roof I could use some cover fire!"

"Will do. I'm with the Colonel, we're about to meet up with Squad Three. I'll deliver him there, then give you some sniper support." Griffin rushed across the bridge with Shalashaska. "Sir, they're in room fifteen-oh-five, down that east corrider. Think you can find it?"

Blaine shot Griffin a look.

"I'll take that as a yes..." The Corporal ran up the stairs pulling the A-280 off his back.

As soon as he heard the roof door slam shut, Shalashaska unholstered and spun one of his AAS pistols a few times, then followed Griffin up the stairs to the roof.
___

Blaine opened the door very slowly, peering out to see if he could spot the Corporal. Griffin was prone on the roof corner, with alot of new attachments on the A-280 that were definitely not factory standard. He silently walked up about 10 feet behind Griffin, who had just taken a shot on a stormtrooper-looking figure 14 stories below, and lining up another shot.

*Chaclick-click*

*?* Griffin looked over his shoulder to see Shalashaska with one the signature guns pointed directly at him. "Colonel?" he rolled to his side to get a look at what the hell was going on. "What are you doing?!"

"You were a good soldier, Corporal."

*KOWW*

Griffin slumped over and didn't move, blood began to pool where he lay. The Colonel held his aim with the AAS pistol for a few seconds before twirling it and reloading the spent shell.

Shalashaska turned his back and walked back down the stairs, locking the door behind him.

...Now I can never go back...

((Nigzy, I think you may want to re-post. Griffin isn't dead, so we can assume he was shot in the chest or something..he will need immediate medical attention...))

Slowly making his way up the small hill to the city entrance, closlely guarded by four storm troopers, Novus decided to make his move.
Whiping to his left he backhanded the trooper breaking the mans neck, before his body had even fallen to the floor, Novus had taken his E-11 and opened fire on the other three. Then sprinting down the hill threw the return fire of the sentrys, he grabed up his old weapon and dumbed fired two missiles into the overlooking watch-towers, reducing them to ruble. The return fire ceased.

Going back up the hill Novus noticed a Comm officer, half covered in debris trying to relay a report through a comlink, though he was hacking up his own lungs trying to do it. Novus admired the bravery but he did not hesitate. He reached over and crushed the comm and clones hand along with it, then fired a cannon bolt threw the mans chest.

Novus muttered solemnly as he surveyed his work: "No one most know of my presence...The Dark Trooper project must remain a secret...."

(( Bow chicka bow wow... ))

‘Ghost’ clenched his teeth at the stinging pain in his shoulder.  He lay perfectly still for a moment as he reoriented himself, playing dead.

Just before making his move to run for cover, he heard a shot.  He knew if it was meant for him, he’s never have heard the shot before it struck him, and it sounded like a different type of weapon.  Looking up from where the sniper had been, he barely made out a figure in a long coat walking away. 

No time to thank him…whoever he is he thought as he rolled onto his stomach and looked down the street.  The Rebel was just turning into a bar down the block.  Shoving himself back up onto his feet, ’57 started back on the chase.

As he got near, he saw why she had picked that place.  It had been fairly crowded, and whatever it was she said or did sent the patrons pouring out into the street, and into his path.  Both making sure none of them was her and moving forward made things slow going. 

Fairly confident that she wasn’t in the escaping crowd, ran in the door, blaster out.  A tall, large, and burly bouncer stood in his way.

“In the name of the Empire, I order you to stand aside.”  Ghost’s finger was tight against the firing stud of his blaster.

“The bar is closed” he growled.

“Get out of my way…”

“The bar is CLOSED!”  A massive fist came up and almost took 57’s head off.  Ducking the blow, Ghost drove his glove-blade into the man’s thigh.  As the monster of a man bend down in pain, Ghost cracked the grip of his blaster hard into the back of the bouncer’s head, knocking him cold.

Rushing in, he saw the Rebel fleeing up set of spiral stairs. 

Shoving his way past grizzled yet well built bar fly who spilled his mug at the impact, Ghost raced up to the stair well and took aim.

With time for only one well placed shot, he caught her shoulder just under an already carbon scored armor plate.  This time he burned flesh, knocking the Rebel out of sight with a scream of pain.

Gotcha…

Before he could start up after her though, a heavy hand fell on his shoulder, and a powerful voice behind him said “Wait!”

((AH!  So sorry for not letting everyone know I was taking a leave of absence.  This will be a bit of a make-up post.  So I'm going back a bit...))

Havrim and his squad had gotten the covert work of the mission.  They were to infiltrate the lower sections of the base and steal the plans.  If they failed the possible slaughter up above was to be a complete waste.  The sound of blaster fire was not comforting.So far they were unnoticed.  Their plan was take the R2 unit through the air ventilation shafts and find the nearest output.  Seemed simple enough, but there were rumours the Imps had become quite unorthodox when guarding their access points.  But that was a rumour nothing more.  Two of his squad mates were looking at the blueprints.

"Are you sure this will get us in undetected?"

"I'm positive, these blueprints say there should be an air shaft near the base of the compound, this must be it."

As they both walked into the door a clawed hand came out of nowhere and scooped up John.  A kriffing Rancor!  They weren't kidding when they said unorthodox. 

"FALL BACK!"  Harvim tried to get them to listen but only the slicer Frent (sorry kind of unoriginal) who was so timid he never led the way anyway heard.  The rest charged headlong into a rancor den.  Shouts and roars were heard from inside as the slaughter proceeded.  Fierfek.  There goes the droid.  Suddenly the rancor bolted out after one of the troopers who was sprinting out of there.  A small pudgy man (rancor trainer stereotype) followed the rancor screaming the name Tal over and over again.  Harvim looked to Frent as they peered inside.  Nothing.  No one was left.  The schematics were sitting on the ground.  Havrim picked them up but couldn't make hide nor hare of what was on it.

"Hey Frent, can you figure this out?"  Harvim handed the scribbles over to Frent.

"Yessir.  These are uh just like electrical schematics.  Follow me."  Harvim followed Frent into the air shaft.  It was a tight fight but they managed.  After maining turns and backing up and trying again Frent paused over a vent.  He whisper to Harvim.

"This is it.  The main terminal is in the room right below us.  The model is quite old and outdated.  It shouldn't take me long to find plans.  We just need to dispatch the guards."

"How many are there."

"Uh...One..two...three...  That's all I can see.  Two stormtroopers and tech.  No auto-defenses either."

"Sounds good.  Let me go first.  You follow immediately after."  Havrim squeezed past Frent and positioned himself so he could pull the screen and jump down fast.  He waited for one of the stormtroopers to pass under and quickly pulled up the screen and jumped down.  As soon as his feet hit the ground he had his vibroblade out and in between the neck plating of the stormtrooper.  He chucked his knife at the tech impaling him in the chest.  Frent followed and fired at the stormtrooper dropping him.

"Fierfek Frent!  Now they'll know shortly that we are in here.  Get to that terminal now!  Lock the doors."

Frent quickly scrambled to the terminal and plugged his datapad in.  After a few moments he looked to Havrim.

"I'm in.  Locking the doors now,"  A reassuring thud was heard.  "Looking the plans now."  Havrim could only pace back and forth as Frent did his magic.  Suddenly banging was heard on the door.

"Pick it up Frent.  We ain't got all day."

"I found em!  Superlaser for the Death Star II.  This is it.  Downloading now!"

Gavrim hoisted himself up into the shaft and waited. 

"I'm done!  Now let's go before..."

An explosion was heard as the doors were blown.  Frent looked from the approaching troopers to Garvim.  He sadly gazed at Gavrim.

"COME ON FRENT!  GET YOUR CARCASS OVER HERE!"  Frent shook his head and tossed the datapad to Gavrim.  Within nanoseconds he was mowed down by blasterfire.  Gavrim averted his eyes and quickly scrambled back out the air shaft.

Once outside Gavrim sprinted off into the city his precious cargo in his pocket.  He ended up finding a ritzy hotel where he decided to stay.  The clerk gave him his card to suite 1505 on the tenth floor.  He quickly headed up and settled in.  Pulling out his back-pack he began pulling out his comm and worked on a encrypted code to be sent out to the rebels.  This may take awhile.

((Sorry for the long post.  Needed to get in the action.  ))

The combination of being jostled and the chatter from her com brought Gemma back to the land of the conscious, she drew her lips back in a snarl as she felt the burning pain in her upper arm. She suspected she as being carried by an Imp until she noticed that the legs below weren’t covered in Stormtrooper armour.

“I’m awake,” she said and the being stopped he lowered her to the ground.

“Can you stand?” He asked as his hands held her shoulders.

“I think so,” Gemma replied as she reached for her com. She caught the end of the transmission “...man down.”

Gemma fumbled for the com and tried to answer but her fingers on her injured arm were somewhat numb. She swapped hands, “Griffin, this is Tuks. Who’s down?”

“Me,” came the response.

“I can’t get to you right now, I’m hit and for some reason I seem to be attracting a lot of Imperial attention.” Gemma replied as she touched her wound with her good hand, she immediately flinched.

“Oh a word of warning, the Colonel is a no longer an ally.” Griffin told.

Gemma’s brow furrowed, “What? How can that be?”

“Dunno but he’s the one who shot me,” Griffin growled.

Gemma shook her head, “What of the droid? Is R2-D8 still functional?”

“Yeah as fair as I know, he was on the roof but I’m not sure where he went.” Griffin said and then Gemma heard the familiar trill of a droid beeping in the background.  “Okay I take that back, I do know where R2-D8 is.”

“You’re going to have to get him to Harvim’s crew,” Gemma informed him.

“I’m in no shape to roll,” Griffin said in response.

Gemma let out a sigh as she looked to her bulky companion. “I’ve acquired a friend?” she said as she looked questionably at her rescuer.

He gave a nod. “Okay we might be able to get to you,” Gemma said as she pointed back to the roof to inform her new ally where she was thinking of going. Then an idea popped into Gemma’s head, “Just hold a sec,” Gemma switched frequencies and hailed Dodger, “Where are you?”

Dodger’s response was a chuckle, “You’re as bad as a nagging wife.”

“Well if you actually played nice I wouldn’t nag,” Gemma replied sarcastically.

“Ah a bite, now I’m happy. I’m almost done with fun and games, you want me to play hero?” Dodger asked.

“Affirmative,” Gemma answered, “You got time to rescue Griffin?”

“Only if he’s got one of those famous cigars of his,” Dodger said teasingly.

Gemma scratched her chin, “Well you’d have to ask him that. How about you go blow up some more Imps for me?”

“I’m ready for the big job,” Dodger said cryptically.

“Not yet, I-” Gemma stopped as her stocky friend pivoted her around to see some stormtroopers in the distance. “Gotta go, contact Griffin. I’ll get back to you.”

Griffin finally got word back from sarge, she was hurt and with an unknown, apparently a friend though.Griffin had managed to inject him self with some morphine, a very small dose though, enough to make the pain die away a bit but remain full operational awareness. with hopefully dodger on his way, he knew he had to either hide his cigars, smoke them all or.....give him one. He could hear voices below him.

"Dam, looks like imps are here" griffin cursed to himself

"This is charlie two, moving to roof top now, This is the roof where that sniper shot came from right?" The lead imperial soldier said to his section

"I dont know! your the one who gets told what to do! you meant to be a section commander not a lackey!" A soldier replied to him

"OI! less of that or i'll hit ya'!" Another one joined in

"Yeah!? like to see you try.....<Thump> Ouch! no need!" He replied

"Oi lets just keep quiet" the commander then opened up to them

The door rattled,

"Locked! corporal!" The soldier said

"WELL BLAST IT OPEN! jesus! start sparking gentlemen!" The section commander said with a heavy sigh

<BOOM!!!!!>

The door was blown off it hinges. Griffin readied his rifle and took aim......

"Screw it, they know im here......." he said before pulling the trigger on his A 280 UGL, releasing a thermo into the door way...

"Oh.....crap!" One of the imperial soldiers said, quietly too the other ones