Objective: Naboo RPG (Page 3 of 7)

*It's ok, there's more then that making this RPG non-canon, trust me

@ Sev - Sorry I didn't make it clear where the armory would be.  Makes more sense to me for it to be part of the haner then off in the middle of the city someplace*

Stepping over the guard as he tried to crawl away, Fynn and Jag continued down the ally-like corridors of the hanger’s underground network.  Turning a final corner, a pair of guards looked up from their desks with saucer eyes; behind them a massive blast door.  Both where shot before they could even stand.

“Let’s get this baby open, Cover me!” ordered Fynn as he raced for the door.

With jag watching the way they’d come, Fynn started turning the large wheel on the door’s front.  As the wheel turned, massive pins began to release from the walls and retracted into the door.  With a loud ‘Clank’ it came free and slid open.

Jag rushed in as Fynn took his turn covering the exit.  Pulling out two of the charges, he strapped each to a torpedo warhead near the center of the large weapon supply.

“Better set these babies now” Jag said almost to himself.  “The signal might not be able to reach them from above.”

“Don’t cut it too close; got too much to do to die now” Fynn reminded him.  “We can use that cargo turbo right there” he pointed to the opposite wall from the armory’s exit.  “Will save us some running.”

“Tired out already boss?” Jag prodded as he rushed past Fynn for the turbo lift, slapping the Commander on the shoulder as he passed.

“Nope” Fynn cut back as they jumped into the lift.  “Just in a hurry…” he said as the doors closed and Jag punched the remote starter for the bomb’s timers…

The lift seemed to take hours, despite the maximum speed setting that took them to the hanger bay in seconds.  As they neared the end, the turbo slowed greatly, allowing flip open do access panels to completely get clear.  As they re-entered the smoke filled chamber, they were welcomed with the muzzles of several blaster rifles.

Lifting their weapons as they realized who was coming, Starwind and the other Mandos welcomed their brothers back.  “Find it sir?” Starwind asked.

“Yeah, now lets move…FAST!” ordered Fynn as he and Jag rushed for the exit.

The Gian speeder fired one shot with it's powerful cannon. The shot nailed Tracyn's Basilisk, blowing one of it's legs off.

"OSIK!" shouted Tracyn, even louder that earlier, " Dachande! Regimas! Get on your Basilisks! Lets go!"

They got on their Basilisks and took off as the guards blasted at them. The Gian speeder fired another shot, narrowly missing Regimas.

"What's your plan?" Regimas asked.

"Lets go meet up with Joslyn and Trius at the barracks, and then we can meet up with Blue Squadron again." Tracyn replied. THey flew to the barracks, and saw Joslyn standing outside, amongst a sea of dead Guards.

After dismounting, Tracyn sent Red squad's Basilisks back to the ship. Trius poked his spiky head out the door, looking around.

"We met a large group of Guards and speeders along the way. Lets regroup and meet up with Fynn." Tracyn said.

((Uhhhhh........ Mel, the basilisks were all sent back to the ship. ))

Venla woke to the sounds of explosions. She was wearing her pale pink satin nightdress that came down to her ankles. As usual she had to adjust the shoestring straps from dropping down her shoulders. She picked up her torch and walked to her window. She saw the Communications Tower was a mess and somewhat shorter. She knew she had to alert the palace. The Queen might be in danger.

Venla slipped on her shoes and made her way out into the warm night air. She rushed through the night as her satin nightdress clung to her body and fanned out behind her. She ran to the palace and saw that the guards were somewhat lacking. She guessed they must have gone to see what was wrong. Venla got inside the palace but not very far before she found some guards, “Have you seen what’s happened outside?”

The guards looked at her, “No ma’am we’re assigned to inner palace duties.”

“The Communications Tower has been attacked. Someone might be coming to attack the Queen!” she said anxiously.

The guards looked at one another and then the one she’s been talking to turned serious. “I’ll take you to our Chief of Security. I’m sure things are under control.”

Now that the bomb started to explode, it was of utter most importance that Jag, Fynn, Marcus and the other Mandos make way out of the hangar. Busting out through the doors, the entire roof of the hangar seemed to explode in epic proportions. With several cheap dives, Wilhelm screams, and general "Duck!" yells, they all made it out.

"All in a day's work, eh Fynn?"

"Yeah, you can say that again."

Straightening themselves out, Blue Team went around the corner of what was the hangar bay, and noticed several Naboo Security guards who were absolutely stunned and mortified by the destruction of their hangar. Blue Team set up in a firing position, as one of the guards happened to see them all in position. Fynn screamed at the top of his lungs "FIRE AT WILL!" and the immediate reaction is that of mass bullets flying towards the little group of guards who attempted to return fire, but all died . After 3 minutes of straight shooting, Fynn signaled to hold fire.

"Damn, where d'you think all that extra ammo went, Comm?"

Regimas jumped out and Joslyn dragged him back by the arm. “You want to get yourself killed?”

He looked at her with a tilt of his helmeted head, “In this suit, I’m bullet proof.”

“Yeah and Trius is the Queen of Naboo,” Joslyn said with dripping sarcasm.

“Really? Well that makes our job easy.” Regimas said clearly with a smirk.

Joslyn shook her head, “He’s too tall to be the Queen.”

Their banter was interrupted as they heard gunfire from Blue squad. “Lock and load, gentleman and lady,” Tracyn said but as they rounded the corner they saw that Blue squad had already dispatched the guards.

“Man you guys get all the fun,” Regimas pouted.

The two troops merged back into one group and Joslyn was slightly surprised when Solus came up to her. “So it all went well?” he said on the private com between then.

Joslyn gave a nod and grinned, “Yeah I got a bang out of it.”

Solus chuckled, “I heard.”

Joslyn frowned, “Damn I was trying to be as subtle as possible.”

“Since when is blowing something up quiet?” Solus asked.

Joslyn shrugged, “Never I guess. Tracyn wanted to be boring and slice. Suppose he should next time.”

Solus took a step closer, “We might be able to work together for the rest of the mission now.”

Under the helmet Joslyn’s brow furrowed, unsure as to why he sounded so pleased by the idea. “Yeah,” she said and looked around to the Commander. “Guess we’re getting ready to move on.” Then she realised she was still on the private com.

“Eager for more action?” Solus asked sounding excited by the prospect.

“Always am,” she said and looked away. She could tell that the others were updating each other so she turned back to Solus, “So was there much trouble at this end?”

“Nothing we couldn’t handle,” Solus said as he held his blaster. Before he could elaborate a grenade landed at their feet. Joslyn picked it up and threw it back, “We’ve got company!” A resounding boom sounded as the grenade exploded.

MYERS had spent his first official day as a new officer going through the process of improcessing, it made no difference he had been a NSF for the past 10 years, he had to fill out all the initial intake paperwork again. 

It was well into the night before he was done, he even had to work through his lunch date with his fiance, much to his and her disappointment in order to attend a mandatory lecture on personal finance that began one hour late and provided no new insight into maintaining wealth.  He decided to swing by and grab a bottle of 'firewine' to salvage something of the night when the MANDOs came.

He was no expert on all things military, but you didn't have to be to recognize the handiwork of MANDOs, large explosions were their trademark introduction. 

Ruefully he muttered "So much for tonight." and checked the charge of his blaster and decided it was time to upgrade, thankfully he still had his TRU equpiment issue in his speeder.  CHIEF RANDING had said he should keep it if he ever needed another job, he was on his way to turn it in today, but hadn't had time to.  He hastily donned his armored breast plate and his TAC hemlet and loaded his rifle, thumbing on the sights.

In no time fear and panic had siezed the city of THEED, another calling card of the force that had awaken the city into the nightmare of an invasion.  The COMM tower had been blown effectively cutting off the higher HQs from the rank and file patrolmen, leaving them to their own best intuition and training.

For MYER, he was on his way to link up with the other members of TRU, only to discover they had vacated, no doubt to reinforce the palace.  He was on his way when a bloodied SERGEANT intercepted him asking for orders. 

"Sir, we were cut off from our patrol..." he started to well up at the thought of what had befalled his squad in a few moments.  The large monster with the two swords had killed so many, so fast

"Easy SGT MALATINE" he said reading the bloody name tag, "Let's see if we can sort this out.  You with me?" he asked, trying to refocus the trooper.

"Sir, yer sir." he sounded off.  It still struck MYERS as strange to hear that title applied to him.

Soon MYERS had eleven men of different patrols cobbled together, they wouldn't have passed inspection and were a poor attempt at a fighting force.  Six rifles, seven blaster pistol and three charges and only he had any armor to speak of, still it was all he had to work with so it would have to be good enough.

He thought of the most likely avenue of approach and figured to lay in an ambush, he knew his odds were grave, but he had to make an attempt, at least to slow the beast he knew the MANDOs to be for the others to figure out a response. 

He laid his rag-a-muffin force into their positions, hidden form observation with clear fields of fire in to the major intersection, the intended kill zone.  Still lacking a heavy casualty producing ambush initiator, he improvised one and rigged a speeded to blow.  He didn't figure it would penetrate their armor unless they were right next to it, but it should be a good distractor and maybe get one.

He briefed his men to lay down heavy fire when he blew the speeder and to retreat after two energy clips were spent back to their fall back positions.  He didn't want to throw their lives away in a suicide misssion.

The sounds of death were moving closer to their positions, and he could feel the tension growing along the firing line, one young trooper threw up.  He had picked well, and the figures stalked forward cautiously, looking for signs of trouble, but their initial sucess and desire for more action caused them to step into the kill zone and into their first real resistance.

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RD hope to have set the stage for you

I figure one big explosion, more flash than boom, and then the two energy clips of concentrated fire on you guys.  Three troopers plan to charge you, so have fun while four will break and run early so by all means enjoy. 

Kill MYERS but give him a good send off, no evisceration or beheading please, clean combat.

I'll write his last breaths and then move to another troopers perspective

There are plenty of other NSF for you to kill, those charging or those fleeing, come on V!!!

The alien's spine made a good trophy, still warm from the creature it was being worm as a belt. Dachande moved, quickly and silently forward, firing his plasmacaster frequently at snipers and turrets.He wished he didn't have a job to do, then he could hunt at his own pace, raise hell on the planet, put them in a state of unrest. Panic them. He could do much better then a direct assault could ever do. There were frontlines in this case, civilians would run from it and they may feel safe still. In a hunt, there were no frontlines. Seemingly random kills, with no boundaries half across the city one day in your backyard the next. He would make due with his situation. He fired again, removing threats as he found them.

“AMBUSH!” Fynn yelled out as the grenade Joslyn had returned exploded.  “Form a firing line!”

The Mandalorians quickly formed ranks, becoming a solid wall of defensive firepower.  Despite their small number, the amount of fire they were sending in return was amazing. 

A sniper’s blaster bolt shot from a distant building, knocking Jag to his knees for a moment, but the blast seemed to have been absorbed by his cheast armor.  Solus quicky drew a bead on the distant target, but before he could squeeze the firing stud and blue bolt of plasma shot from a nearby rooftop. 

Good to see Dachunda is still on the job Fynn thought with a grin.  “Good shot ner’vod” Fynn called into his private comm. with the hunter.  “Star heading for the Palace ASAP; I’ll send Regimas to meet you soon, and the rest of us will start making noise at the front door just as soon as we clear up this little matter.  Confirm?”

Commander Drakus thought he could hear a click of fangs before the comm. line went dead.  Animal…

“Squads…Advance!” ordered the commander, his teams marching forward down the ally, firing on anything that even moved in the kill zone.