RPG: The Naltoon Assault (Page 4 of 8)

Jaith turned around quickly, to see who had assisted him. He saw Raina calmly walking to him, blaster pistol in hand, seemingly oblivious to the battles taking place around them. "Why the hell are you out here? Its not safe." She stared at him confidently, "I was worried about you."  "Damn it, they could have snipers out here. Snipers that are trained to target high risk or importance targets. You need to get inside and let troopers like me and Ghost handle situations like this." As if to prove his point a shot cracked past her head, hitting Jaith in the shoulder and knocking him down. He rose quickly, firing randomly in the general direction that the shot came from. His shoulder was paining him greatly, but he did his best to shut it out. "You need to get inside now!" "Not without you." she said. He swore, still firing back at the hidden sniper. "Go, I'm right behind you"

With a groan and a shake of his head, ‘Ghost’ picked himself up from the curb.  FOOL!  You let yourself be caught by surprise just because of that gray hair.  It wont be so easy for that old meddler the next time…

If there was a next time.  Checking the crono in his HUD, ’57 saw that he’d only been out a couple minutes, but that was as good as a couple days in this mess.  He’d lost her.  Returning his scout pistol to its boot holster, he began to search the bar for any clues as to where they had gone.

Gemma was tired of running. She lifted her blaster and fired at the oncoming stormtroopers. She watched as they fell from the barrage of blaster fire. Some sort cover and moved to the side. With her bad arm, Gemma reached for one of her two vibro blades and handed it to her new companion, “I better not regret this,” she said as he took it.

“By the way, the name’s Sergeant Gemma Tuks,” she said over her shoulder as she continued firing.

“Vic,” replied her bulky rescuer. “But most call me Ol’ Vic.”

“You any good with a blade, Vic?” Gemma asked and watched as Ol’ Vic stalked one of the nearer Imperials.

-

Meanwhile Dodger made his way through the chaos, he was dressed as a stormtrooper however his armour was a pail shade of grey rather than white. So far he’d gone undetected which wasn’t surprising as he had once been a stormtrooper.

The Rebels knew he was one of theirs by the shade of his armour and the fact that he tended to carry a lot of explosives on his person. Most of it he had already used. He had quite a number of thermal detonators he was keen to use but for now he relied on the blaster rifle.

He was already in the building that Griffin had told him off. He’d gotten in with little trouble. Now he was almost to the top of the last flight of stairs, a loud boom a of rifle made him pause and grin, it seemed that Griffin was still alive and fighting.

Dodger decided to help. He grabbed a thermal detonator from his collection and threw it with precise measurements and watched as the remaining stormtroopers were turned to a messy pulp. He grabbed his com, “Honey I’m home.”

“Took your time,” Griffin replied.

“Hey I’m a busy man,” Dodger told as he got to the roof.

Griffin raised his blaster then relaxed as he realised it was Dodger, “You’ve got to stop wearing that crap.”

“But it flatters my figure,” Dodger replied heavy with the sarcasm. “Now where’s that cigar I was promised?”

-

One of the other survivors of Gemma’s squad was Quarry. He was busy shooting and running when he came across a pair of Imps that seemed more intent on each other than the actual fighting.

Quarry decided to send them a little message of feeling of his own. Grabbing a grenade he threw it through the window and waited to hear a boom.

Jalera heard the din of the blaster and detonator fire outside, even while still inside the base. She hurried to her troops, which were thankfully by this time inside and inside the general assembly/ staging area. She was appalled by the lack of command of the normal staff stationed at this facility. There was no apparent battle plan, or direction for the poor troopers assigned here. She already could tell that they had suffered stupid and pointless casualties. She refused to let that happen to her men, or let the name of her Empire be smeared in the dung of a rebel victory.

"Men. I have been advised so "send you to the front" so to say," she began to addressed her squadron."But will i send you out to blindly fight? Where is the so called commander, head, director of this out fit? She does not focus on the fight, only her own interests. Is she here doing her job to serve and protect the Empire?" Jelera paced dramatically before them. " I know we are better than that. We will see that the rebels do not leave with what I am sure they are here for. Do not engage unless you are fired on first.  I will want prisoners to interrogate.  I want you to secure the facility and make sure no rebel scum makes it into these walls, less near a dataport. Understood!"

"YES MA'AM"

The Sound made her proud. Soon enough she might send her men to fight, but never at the cost of the mission. She went in search of the command center, as to better ascertain the situation outside. Her orders never said about blindly following orders, just getting an objective done. If that meant taking someone else's abandoned command, then so be it.

Alaya finished setting up her "camp", as she had come to call it, and started to look for targets. The first thing she spotted through her scope was a Rodian riding on the back of a Rancor. She couldn't help but snicker.

I'm not completly cold hearted. It looks like he's having fun, I'll let him live out the last minutes of his life that way. Besides, that Rancor is bound to kill him eventually.

Her smile faded.

Besides, if I try to take out the Rodian, the Rancor is bound to notice and then come after me.

As Alaya looked for other targets she began to think of all the friends she had in the Imperial Army who have possibly been killed off already. Especially her best friend Garthan Co'tana. He had helped her so much since she had joined the Imperial Army and they had been especially close ever since.

I wonder how he's doing out there... Alaya thought solemly.

She then spotted a group of Rebels fighting off a couple of Scout troopers on speeder bikes. She took aim at a Rebel, and fired. The bullet grazed his shoulder. As soon as he was hit, the soldier hit the dirt and rolled out of range.

I missed!

Alaya saw the rest of the Rebels scatter and heard shouts of "sniper". As she took cover behind the thick durasteel fencing around the edge of the roof, she muttered every curse she knew. She then slid the barrel of her sniper rifle throught the small gaps in the fencing.

This is going to make my job a lot harder. Good thing I like a challenge.

Raina nodded, she had seemed to recover quickly. "We need to return to base, I'm sure you can handle this." Ghost nodded "Of course ma'am." She stood, moving to the door. "Captain?"  Jaith stood and followed. "We need to move quickly, we dont want you to become a target. I can provide cover from above if you wish, or I can stay on the ground." She looked up at him, her gaze seeming to pierce his visor. "Stay with me."  He nodded and headed out the door, moving quickly in the direction of the imperial compound, Raina directly behind him.

They quickly arrived at the base, and entered. Raina took Jaith to the medbay, and waited while the droid cleaned and  applied bacta to his wounds. It then did a quick check on her, finding she was fine. Jaith stood, replacing the armor he needed to remove for the droid, and followed Raina back to her office.

Havrim was jerked out of his stupor by his comm.

"Havrim, do you read?"

“Tuks is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me. How you doing? We’ve got an R2 unit that wants a date with you. Are you available?”

"Well as much as it pains me I'm going to have to turn down that hot date.  I have the plans."

"WHAT?!  How did you manage that."

"Frent and I snuck in.  The entire squad was killed."

"And Frent..."

"Dead."

"Another good life wasted.  Now we need to get those plans to the base-"

A noise perked Havrim's ears.  He hushed Gemma.  He carefully peered around the corner and saw the door creaking open.

"Someone's coming in.  I'll comm you back."

Havrim snuck around into the foyer and watched as the intruder entered the kitchen.  He snuck up behind him and leveled his rifle.

"Freeze!"

Gemma stared at the com for a moment in dumbfounded wonder. Havrim had the plans. But for how long, “It sounds like he’s got trouble.”

Ol’ Vik nodded, “We’re going to get it too.” He pointed at a stormtrooper in the distance, “How about we go back to the bar and I get the big gun off the bouncer?”

Gemma nodded, “Why not? I think we’re going to need it.”

So the odd pair snuck back to the bar only to find an Imperial speeder out the front. “Damn more Imps. Guess this calls for a grenade.” Gemma took her one of her last grenades and threw it at the speeder and grinned with satisfaction as the bike was thrown to the ground in a crumpled heap. She thought it weird that the smell of caf was so strong.

(Mel, i THINK youre talking about Vince and Davik there. If so, Davik's speeder has already been destroyed. And if you plan to destroy ol' Rusty, prepare to face the wrath of Vince Glortho)

**I have amended said post, and yes I have attempted to destroy ol' Rusty **

Jaith made his way to the hangar, entering the room, unsuprised  that the room smelled strongly of motor oil. A man in a grease stained jumpsuit walked over. "We were doing routine maintenance, but theres something wrong with the engine on your speederbike. "Let me see." Jaith hooked up his datapad to a port in his bike. and ran a diagnostic. "I dont see anything wrong." The mechanic raised his eyebrow, "Well its not standard." Jaith stared at the mechanic blankly. "Its not supposed to be standard, think a little before you call me down here pointlessly again." He sighed and walked away, finding he was hungry and stopping to get some food.

Dodger looked at the droid, "That is a very average looking droid."

R2-D8 bleeped something insulting at Dodger.

"My mother does not smell of elder berries and my father was not a wamprat," Dodger growled. "Let's get this hunk of junk to Harvim as soon as possible."

Old Vik watched as the grenade exploded on the bike, then pulled his companion towards an empty alley nearby. "There might be another option.", he said, trying to talk unloud. "I used to work for the Empire, I might have a thing or two in my attic, that I kept fresh and ready for use."

The idea of showing his little collection to somebody made excitement sparkle intensely in his eyes. He's been keeping his stuff hidden and unused for a long time, but kept cleaning each piece regularly and ensuring everything was ready for an immediate need.

"Weapons?", she asked. "Yeah, big nice things that do lots of damage", he said. "If we follow this alley we should get there in no time. So what do you say?"

(Mel, tell me if I need to edit this one. Not used to make my posts on my own. Thanks )