RPG: The Naltoon Assault (Page 5 of 8)

Griffin and Dodger was making there way through the corridors. The bacta reserves that Dodger had given griffin where starting to kick in.

"I think i can handle myself now dodge" Griffin said

"You saying im not gentle enough!? fine! your dumped!" Dodger replied releasing Griffin,

"Hey wait, you hear that!" Dodger then said

Griffin nodded back before bringing his rifle to his shoulder, Giving Dodger hand signals to stay low and hug the wall, followed by a thumbs down....Imps!
A squad of stormtroopers had marched up the stairs, the head of the group was wearing what seemed to be a long black cape and a funny looking weapon, Dodger and Griffin shot each other a look as if to say ooooo get him, posh bastard!

"You, sergeant! open that door!" The stormtrooper captain ordered

"Roger!" the sergeant replied, he tryed opening the door but it was locked.

The sergeant hammered the door with his fist

"OPEN UP IN THE NAME OF THE EMPIRE! OPEN UP IN THERE!!!" He ordered.

Griffin got on the comms to Sarge

"Gems? its Griff, we got a situation here. Havrim's got a squad of imps at his front door. What do you want us to do? Over"

Dodge let of a sigh

"Always have to ask for orders dont you!?, why cant you improvise!" Dodge whispered while taking a couple of thermo's out and juggling them.

Griffin just rolled his eyes.

The pair of troopers from Raylor's platoon, banged on the door. It was locked and there were voices on the inside. One of them commed to Jelera, advising her that they seemed to have found rebels that had infiltrated the base. At the same time the other stormtrooper was placing a small explosive to break open the door. 

Jelera shouted orders to the rest of her men, she'd need back up to take these rebels as they never seemed to go quietly. And she raced off in the direction of the supposed rebels, pistol in hand, ready to fight

When the troopers turned their backs, so that they could detonate the door open, they noticed two other figures at the far end of the hallway, who didn't seem to be imperials. "TWO MORE REBELS IN THE SOUTHEAST CORRIDOR! WE NEED BACK UP!" the trooped yelled into his comm, on the main imperial frequency, hoping that anyone would come to their back up. They were pinned.  IF they blew the door as planned. They troopers knew that there was no other way out of that room, and honestly knew that the rebels inside weren't stupid enough to just open the door to them.

"HALT!" they shouted at the figures down the hall. "DON'T MAKE ME SHOOT"

Jelera reached her men before any of the other troopers did. No sooner did she, then a detonator was hurled half way down the corridor.

"Son of a hutt!" she muttered under her breath. She jumped back and took cover around the corner from where she just came. She shouted into her comm, hoping that Commander Raina would hear it, and lock down the base so that these rebels could not escape. She hoped they hadn't managed to find the plans yet, and that they were still safe.

"Captain ( i think this is the right title for a trooper to call her, I'm not sure), There are at least two more in the room behind us!" The trooper shouted to her across the way.

Jelera figured that her nice little pistol, just wasn't going to cut it. It was officially 4 on 3, with someone who had detonators and wasn't afraid to use them.  So she pulled her rifle off the sling on her back, and started laying down suppressive fire, hoping to drive the two rebels back far enough so they could get the door open. 

She over the noise of fire she heard her comm ring out. "Two squads are following to intercept  targets. Current status is they are on turbo lifts 2 and 3 respectively. ETA, 30 seconds."  Jelera took note and retracted behind the wall again. Fire slowed down, and she could hear the unmistakable sound of stormtooper armor.

( Any one in a position to help out here I'd appreciate it. )

(( it would be quite easy to do so i think, If a blaster shot is pretty much the same as a regular bullet shot in this common day world, the human body can act accordingly with enough pain killers and adrenaline, but if you really want i'll edit it ))

(( i edited it so im slouching against the wall and shooting around the corner, which is feasable ))

Davik surveyed the cantina and grew increasigly aware of the Rebel pressence. He looked back at Vince to see if he noticed as well....Vince wasn't there/

Davik sighed and checked general area around him. Vince had his leg propped up on a chair at a table with two Twi'lek females. He was attempting to flirt with them yet their faces of disgust told Davik that Vince wasn't having much luck.

"- want a taste of sweet, sweet cand-" Vince was saying when Davik yanked him back to his side.

"Oh come onnnnnnn, theres TWO of 'em! We're set!" Vince said.

"Rebels." Davik whispered. Vince froze and looked up and down the cantina. He noticed the Rebels looking at them, with their hands mysteriously hidden underneath their tables. He turned to Davik.

"Well now. Theres only one way to deal with Rebel scum..." He said. He put his hand on and lent on the twi'leks' table. Davik cocked his head in a 'What???' sort of way. Vince didn't move for just a moment.

In the blink of an eye Vince turned and flipped the table on its side and took out his little blaster from his boot. Davik dived behind the table as the shocked Twi'leks ran and screamed.

"KILL THEM ALLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!" Vince yelled as he started blasting away at all the Rebels that were now tipping over their own tables and yelling as well. Davik took out his DC-17 and began firing away.

Vince took out two thermal detonators and activated them tossing them into the mass of Rebels now cloistered at the back of the cantina. He laughed maniacally and looked over the table to watch the explosion. Another thermal detonator hit his face-plate and landed at his feet.

"Uh oh." He kicked it out the door of the cantina since they were still relatively close to the entrance just as 3 Stormtroopers who had heard the ruckus stormed in. The explosive went off and scattered blood and white armor shards everywhere.

"Stop exploding you cowards!" Vince yelled in frustration and turned to see Davik blasting away. He faced the Rebels and began picking them off with his blaster. Blaster bolts flew everywhere, Rebel and theirs. With each shot Vince made a 'pew' sound effect that only Davik could hear through the comm. Fabulous chaos ensued.

As the destructive battle led on, Davik and Vince realized that nobody was winning, and bullets were just flying. It still looked cool. Davik finally knocked some sense into himself, and called in for reinforcements. Five units came in from the main entrance, with their cool rolling action and stuff and getting shot in the midst.

"Ah, crap" said Davik as he watched the reinforcements get mowed down.

"Stop exploding, you cowards!" screamed Vince as several more Stormtroopers who came in from the rear entrance ended up victims to a thermal detonator. Davik thought he heard Vince making shooting sounds, but wasn't sure. His attention span went to the bartender, who was crying with his hands over his ears. Turning his attention span this time to the rear entrance of the cantina, two more Rebels entered.

"Vince, do something!" screamed Davik as he continued to fire like a madman, making his way to the newly arrived targets.

Gemma took cover behind a huge decorative pot that she was certain was made from permisteel. Ol' Vik found cover of his own but she lost sight of him.

Letting off a few blaster bolts periodically Gemma hailed Elna and Elka, "You girls have to get out of here."

"We're cut off," Elna informed her.

"What can I do?" Gemma asked.

"How about create a diversion?" Elna suggested.

"Never would have thought of that," Gemma grumbled. She looked at the huge pot and muttered to herself, "I must be crazy." She gave the pot a shove, then again and again until it started rocking. Finally it fell, there were a few screams and then the pot rolled squashing people as it went.

Quarry’s first aid training came back to him and he immediately lowered Griffin to the ground. He compressed the wound with some rags he had in his side pouch, he then pushed Griffin against a building wall in a standing position. Next he managed to pick up Griffin in a piggyback fashion, hoping that gravity would help slow the bleeding.

It didn’t take Quarry long to find the building he was looking for, it had once been one of the most advanced medical facilities on Naltoon, but it had been superseded by a facility installed by the Imperials. Quarry ran through the corridors until he came to the maternity wing, there he found the access panel he was looking for.

With deft fingers Quarry typed in the code and made his way into the service elevator. He went to the basement and found the Rebel installation along with the medical crew, “I need immediate assistance! I’ve got an injured man, gunshot to the chest. He needs emergency treatment!”

Quarry was swarmed by the closest medical personnel and droids. They carted Griffin off while Quarry was left standing. A nurse approached Quarry, “Do you need medical treatment.”

Quarry shook his head and then noticed that Griffin had bleed substantially on his armour, “Not my blood,” Quarry told, “Is there somewhere I can clean up?”

The nurse nodded, “Come this way.”

“I need to be quick about this, there’s Imps out there that need to die,” Quarry growled.

-

Dodger was ready to give the Imps a shakedown but he needed to inform the Sarge despite what he’d said to Griffin early, he called her on the com. “Hey Sarge, I’m gonna make the world move for you again, that fine by you darlin’?”

Gemma’s reply came with the sounds of gunfire in the background, “Do what you need to.”

“I love it when you’re generous. Hold onto your helmet,” Dodger grinned as he hit the switch. He’d only loaded enough bomb to make the building shake terribly. Sure it’d put in a few cracks and the structural integrity might but up to crap but hey that was what insurance was for.

The low rumble sounded and the building rocked from side to side, the sights and sounds were music to Dodger’s ears. He laughed as he saw the Imps running out. They had Harvim and the Colonel, Dodger was about to take a shot but they saw him and shot first as they ran. “Dammit,” Dodger snarled as they got away. “The Sarge is not going to like this.”

Griffin slowly opened his eyes. staring up at the bright lights.

"Is this....heaven?" He thought to himself, before suddenly feeling a sharp pain in his chest. He was in an operations room.

"Ahh corporal, glad your awake. We've done minor surgery on your wound, nothing much. The bullet appeared to have nicked at an artery. All fixed now" The leading surgeon said.

"So am i fit to fight?" Griffin immediatley responded

"Well no, you need a couple of hours in the bacta tank. we would of put you in there. but you where shot by a bullet, not a blaster shot" The surgeon answered while picking up a needle.....
"Time for you....to go to sleep corporal" The surgeon smiled as he slowly injected the needle into the IV.

"Oh great, you wake me up just to say go back to sleep?...." Griffin was out cold again.
With that the surgeon team transported him to the bacta tank container room.

Jaith fell over, his leg in to much pain to support him. Oddly, he found himself more upset about Raina being a potential target and his interrupted meal then he was about being shot. Raina had climed up onto the table and was in the process of getting into the vents, which seemed to be quite difficult. Jaith commed the command center, telling them to lock down the building, and hoped that Raina would be ok.

Vince heard Davik, he was right. It was fun and all, but there was still a good chance they would die here. He peered over the table. The Rebels were fleeing out the back door. One stubborn Rebel female had caused a diversion by tipping over a giant permisteel vase which was rolling their way, unlucky cantina patrons being squashed along its path. It covered the Rebels escape as well as theirs. If they got out of the way that is.

Vince threw his head in the direction of the vase and Davik looked at it.
"Time to go." Vince said
"Time to run." Davik replied. They rose up and bolted for the door. Any remaining Rebels fired a few shots at them that barely missed. The giant vase crushed the table they were just behind like it was made of paper and kept rushing straight for them.

A fleeing Rebel joined their run and Vince slapped him across the face, sending him reeling into the vase's path. He fell victim to the vase. Vince and Davik dove for the entrance and the vase slammed against the door frame. They had just made it. They rose and dusted themselves off.

"Again!" Vince exlaimed with glee.

"Uhhhh....Vince." Davik said and pointed to some flaming wreckage where ol Rusty used to be. Vince looked at it...