Objective: Naboo RPG (Page 6 of 7)

Griffins teams' lasers had given them away. he was a Mando and he had saw the night vision sensitive beams

All though the NSAS team was split out, the mando was making short work of them with his CQC techniques.

"Alpha team, fall back to the palace FALL BLOODY BACK!"  Griffin shouted

The team rose and started prowling backwards, in a staggered formation. laying down suppresive fire

"Popping smoke!" One of the soldiers said as he launched two smoke grenades into the street, the smoke capsules popped and a stream of deep grey smoke streamed out.

Griffin and his men had had a minor loss, 4 men down,

"Our men just arnt ready or trained for this. thousands of Security forces are gonna die to a handful of mando's"

"I told the Queen to invest in better armour and military training butttt noooooo she said we'd never get attacked!" Griffin moaned to himself as he was retreating,

The gunfight turned out to be quite a fight for Marcus. But what he didn't see coming, was a piece of shrapnel that struck him straight in his lung and pierced his armor, while subsequently being shot in both legs.

"AH FIERFEK! THOSE SONS O BITCHES GOT ME!"

Lying down, breathing slowing down, Marcus saw the Naboo guard leaning over him; this must've been the guy who did it. Taking off Marcus' helmet, the guard got a good look at him. Marcus spat up some blood and said, "Come a bit closer, I want to show you a magic trick."

The guard got down on his knees and put his face closer to Marcus. Unknown to the guard, Marcus pulled out his blaster, then shot the man in his lung.

"Taa-daa! Mother****er!"

The guard now lay dead alongside the dead Mandalorian.

(Ralin,my trip got delayed a few days ands i could only find time to get on the computer for short intervals. im leaving NOW.....literally. so i gotta go. thanks for making good posts for me,hopefully be back soon everybody) -----Regimas

Command Center- Theed Place

"I want all secuity teams called back in! I won't have our men die needlessly fighting something they don't know. We need to at least tell them what they are upagainst" The queen shouted to all the different NSF that were assembled in the center.

Carth stood off to the side, watching the young queen's fire. He'd underestimated her for certain. But was her passion and fury enough?

"Look, your majesty, there's no way of communicating to NSF out side of the palace. Not with the comm down."

"Well then we should see what we can do to restore some sort of communication to our men out there. What about a broad spectrum radio frequency?" The queen asked. "I've heard about those, is there any way that could work?"

The  NSF looked at each other. One spoke up. "Well it is feasible, but its old technology. Our men would need to have the right recivers. "

Carth spoke up. "I don't think it will work. If, IF we can get our hands on this antique equipment, Even if it does work like you think it can. The mando's will have the ability to pick up on the frequency and listen it too. No I think thats avoiding the real issue. You don't have much organization or men.  You need to puch back hard on these guys. Thats the only language they know. Battle. You're men need more fire power. "

" We are a peaceful people Carth."

" Yes, that's is true but you must adapt or be eliminated. Peace can return if you can be successful, that is, if they still have a queen to lead them?"

"What do you mean" The queen asked back.

"What I am saying is that, as long as you are in Theed, where it is apparent all the Mandalorians seemed to have landed, you are at risk. You are most certainly a main target for them. Take down you down, it will so easy to take control of Theed and then all of Naboo."

Jayali looked down, letting Carth's words sink in.

" I must lead my people. Carth. I will not abandon them to the fight that I failed to prepare them for. I need to stay for them."

" If I escort you off Naboo, we can get reinforcements. I know the Republic is streched thin, but I can pull at least a couple of fighters to assist."

"No Carth. I can not do that. My people need me here."

"You'll risk it all?!" Carth shouted.

"Yes. It is my JOB.My DUTY.I am not going to fail again." Jayali calmly, but forcefully responded back to Carth. He saw such an intense look in her beautiful green eyes and realized that he couldn't win an argument.  He sighed aloud.

"What?" Queen Kalipana asked him.

"I can't argue with you looking at me like that. You're too beautiful. You win." And with that Carth flashed a cocky smile.

Jayali was taken back by the comment. She hadn't expected that at all. " Then lets do something about these invaders." She said, changing the subject just as fast, but she couldn't help it that she was lightly blushing. "How many do we suspect there are? We may not be able to out gun them, but perhaps we can use our wits against them."

"Uhh....agh.....ugh.." Tracyn breathed with difficulty. His beskar had saved him again, but the shot had aggravated his bruised diaphragm. Tracyn picked up his blaster that had fallen, and aimed at the Rodian who had shot him.

"Lights out, motherf****er..." Tracyn said before firing. The shot hit the Rodian right in the face, killing him. Tracyn was relieved, but he knew that an equally strong Naboo soldier was still in the game.

Suddenly, Tracyn's lower chest felt like it was on fire. His injuries were worse then he thought. Tracyn gasped, and then tried to stand.

"Captain, are you alright?" Fynn asked.

"Ughhh....I need a med droid..." Tracyn said weakly.

"Solus brought Joslyn to a clinic. You should go, too." Fynn replied. Tracyn limped to the clinic, and collapsed. A med droid put him on a stretcher, and pulled him to the nearest room. His last thought before he fell unconscious was what the Mandalorians will do next.

((Great post Viking!  Those kind of twists make RPGs fun.))

Jag looked to Tracyn. 

"I'll take him there."

Fynn nodded.  "Rendevous back at our base."  ((Not sure where.  I can edit later))  Jag bent over and slung Tracyn over his shoulder.  He set off in the direction that Solus and soon came upon the clinic.  He greeted Solus and laid Tracyn down on the repulso-gurney ((yes I made that up )).  He turned and faced the doctor.

"He took two blaster shots in the gut.  He may have a few broken ribs.  What can you do?"

She was in between patients and way into a second shift, and her eyes were tired, as were her back and mind as well as her soul, but non the less she continued to put on foot in front of the other, it was her way, it was her job, she was a healer of broken bodies and business had been good, to good lately.

She could sense when her domain had been upset and since the most recent arrivals, her clinic had become a hornet’s nest with activity and a tension that could be seen with the unaided eye.  AS she blew through the double doors her eyes took in the scene and seen three people whose outcome was in doubt, the female warrior nearly twice the size of her slight frame, a newly arrived man with difficulty breathing and one of her medics, a nice enough fellow, but a bit unpredictable who had a mammoth cannon in his face by an equally mammoth man who had a deadly, deadly look on his face.

The other two would have to wait, if the room erupted in blaster fire, no one would get treated and there would be more casualties than they could handle.  She was no stranger to violence and violent men as she had spent her earlier years off planet working in a military triage unit and then with a relief organization, this would be easier than some of her experiences in some of the Civil wars she had assisted, she just had to speak their language, and she didn’t need a protocol droid to help, it was the language of force and violence.

“Put you “FREIKING” blaster away” she ordered with all the force her 5 foot frame could project as she strode through the room placing herself between the medic and the MANDO, the blaster was leveled at her face.  “I won’t permit you to bring your war into MY clinic.” 

She turned to look at the medic who was caught holding the bag of anti-coagulants and sized the situation up.  “You were mistaken, this bag is to be used on bed number three, no go and get THAT patient the RIGHT drug and leave this to me.”

The large man began to follow and protest, but she stood her ground and pushed him into the operating suite and to the prone female’s side.  “If you value your friend’s life, you’ll let me do my job, which DESPITE who you two are, I will, but on two conditions.  One, no violence in here, more than her life is at stake.  Two, she is out of the battle.”

He glowered at her, but knew the authority in her tone and knew there would be no debating the points with her, vengeance would have to wait for a time.  He accepted her terms with a nod and watched as she went to work.

“Patient’s vitals are dropping”

“Get me a pressor, stat”

“Charging, clear the patient”

He was in awe of the skill she displayed and how she managed crisis after crisis that to the battle seasoned warrior was overwhelming.  They had lost the woman he had called his fiancé on a whim three separate times, only to see her come back by some heroic act at the surgeon’s petite hands. 

Finally, after 90 minutes the storm of activity had played itself out and she lay stable for now.  The surgeon was covered in blood and looked exhausted, but satisfied. “The first 24 hours are the most delicate and she’ll have to stay here.  The clot, I’ve never seen anything like that in a person her age, most unusual, but we located and removed it, there was minimal damage to her brain, but there is still so much we don’t know.  We’ll know more soon.”

As she pulled her smock off, she spoke softly, but still with a tone of authority to it, “I have other patients to attend to and your word, stay by her side and I, and only I will check on her.”

Not much for gratitude or “nice emotions” he grabbed her hand on his way out and offered a weak “Thank you.”

That’s all I got for this scenario, I’ll write more of the hospital scene if you guys want

Darkness and light, lighting through dark clouds, rain splattering on her visor. The sound of screams and the shouts of victory. It was a blur yet it was familiar. Joslyn tried to remember. "Get your heads down, incoming fire!"

Joslyn twitched, for some reason she couldn't move. She couldn't duck. She stood as she saw the bright burning missle heading their way. She watched in horror as it seemed to lock onto her position. She felt the second it hit her body. Her chest throbbed with the pain. She blinked open her eyes. Her hand grasped something, no someone else's hand.

Joslyn blinked and saw Solus beside her. But then the darkness returned and she was back in the battle. She didn't understand what was going on. She just knew she had to keep going.

-

The battleground disappeared to a different dark memory. Everything seemed large to Joslyn, her eyes looked around the room. She saw the huge grandfather clock that had been her mothers and knew what was about to unfold. She could already hear the shouting their words were unclear, but then Joslyn was a five year old playing with her toys, not paying attention.

She lifted her head as she heard the thud of something heavy hitting the wall. She picked up one of her blocks and stood up. "Mummy?" she called as she walked to the closed door. The button to activate it was too high for her to reach but Joslyn had recently learned that if she dragged over the foot-seat she could reach the button.

Dropping the block Joslyn found the foot-seat and dragged it across the floor to the door. Her small hands pressed upon the wall as she pushed the button. The shouting was louder. She saw that her father had a red mark on his cheek and that her mother was screaming something at him. Joslyn didn't like the screaming, "Mummy?" she said again.

Joslyn's dark haired mother turned to look at her. Her mother's eyes softened as she walked over to pick her up. She turned back to her father, "That's it. It's over. I'm not coming back this time."

Her father looked crestfallen. "Daddy?" Joslyn said as she looked at her father.

His eyes roamed over her face then turned dark and angry as he looked at Joslyn's mother. "This won't be the last of it, Wonda."

Joslyn watched as her father stormed out, she reached for him. "Daddy come back!"

Her mother held her tightly, "We don't need him baby. It'll be just us girls."

"No mother, it'll just be me." Joslyn said, as she was suddenly an adolescent. Her mother lay dead at her feet, killed by a random mugger. She felt detached from the memory. She wouldn't look at her mother's body. Not this time.

The sound of blaster fire came and the scene changed with it. She was back on Naboo this time she was fighting Jag again. Her anger thrown fully at him. For some reason he reminded her of her father and that made her furious. How dare he leave. How dare he think she was inadequate. But then she reminded herself that Jag was not her father.

Her temper cooled and they were sitting, him bandaging her hand when he said the off-handed remark about Solus.

Solus, he was sitting beside her. Holding her hand. She wasn't alone, but why did he stay? She was damaged; her emotions shredded so many times that the scars had become a thick wall. She hadn't let anyone get close to her in a long time. Humour was her weapon of defence. Everyone assumed that the clown was happy, that she had no inner demons. That's what Joslyn had projected to the others. Yet Fynn had seen through her, had Solus also seen the truth?

She let out a deep breath, her lips parting, her mouth a little dry. She felt battered and fragile. She hated weakness, especially in herself. She felt inadequate. She stretched and felt a gloved hand tighten around her own hand.

Then she heard him, Solus was talking to her. At first she couldn't understand what he was saying but his voice was soothing.

"-so then I wondered what to do next. But you came in blasters blazing and got me out of that mess. Man you made an impression on me. The fierce warrior woman who came to my rescue," he chuckled, "the others would think me a sap."

Joslyn wanted to answer but she was so drained. She squeezed his hand gently; it was all she could manage. She felt him cup her hand with both of his. "Can you hear me, Joslyn?"

She attempted to squeeze his hand again but it was too much effort.

Solus continued talking, "You know once you're back to your old self I'm going to take you out some place really nice. I've been meaning to do it for a long time but could never tell if you were well," he hesitated, "if you were interested, in me that is." There was a long silence afterward.

Joslyn wished she could answer him but her strength was fading. Sleep was calling her and she was unable to stop it from claiming her once again.

-

Joslyn's mind was searching, she was sifting through the memories of Solus. Things he'd said and things he'd done. The more she thought about it the more obvious it became that Solus had been looking out for her for a long time. Whenever she had been pinned down Solus had insisted that they get her out, be it with a team or on her own.

Whenever she was injured he'd always appear and see how she was doing. Whenever she wanted to sit alone he would often join her. She cringed at the times that she'd practically bitten his head off because she had wanted to be alone. Perhaps that's why he'd given her a wider berth when they were in a group. Or perhaps he didn't want to suffer the constant ribbing from the others when they found out that Solus had an eye on the only female in the group.

Joslyn smiled to herself. She went to squeeze Solus' hand but it was no longer in hers. She felt an instant panic and her eyes fluttered open. The machine beside her was making flurried bleeps in time with her erratic heartbeat. She looked around to see that she was in a hospital of sorts. Solus was sitting in a chair beside her bed, his helmeted head drooped forward, his hand dropped beside her.

"Asleep," Joslyn croaked as she calmed. The machine beside her quietening.

**Just thought I'd add a bit more **

The quiet and severe auction house had become a nightmare to Ricky. People coming in through windows, guns firing, inside, outside. Ricky was small enough to duck and hide among the chairs that the people left. Everyone was in a panic, he could see their legs go in all directions. Ricky didn't try to run, he didn't know where to go, and he didn't want to go alone. His dad wasn't a very warm person to be with, but he was all he had. So he kept hiding there with chairs all around him. His dad was still sitting at the same place, silently saying all the words that were forbidden for Ricky to say, one after the other. He really didn't seem happy.

Soon everyone had left by the emergency exit, fleeing, and there was just Ricky, his dad and the big fat man who stayed there at the front. The big fat man's face had turned pale and he didn't seem well. He was holding his chest at the height of his heart and wasn't breathing the normal way. Ricky should probably feel bad for him, but with his big mouth and shaking face, that big fat man gave Ricky so many nightmares. He really seemed like he'd need help soon, but Ricky was too little to know what to do. He just prefered to stop looking.

His dad got up and was obviously furious. As furious as on that day with the accident. But this time he had taken his knife out and was about to strike the man that came through the window with it. Ricky thought his dad was really mad that his auction has been interrupted. He placed his hands on his eyes because he didn't want to see what would happen.

Tracyn and Jag rounded a corner and entered Joslyn's room. A small female was busy operating on her. Solus was glaring through his visor at a male doctor, so Tracyn guessed that he didn't trust him.

"Hey, there are already enough people in here. One of you has to leave." the short female ordered strictly. Tracyn nodded, and left the room. He leaned up against the wall, and called Fynn on his comlink.

All the other Naboo troopers had fled, it was now between the Mandos and the entrenched Super Naboo who was still hiding behind what used to be an ornate stone fountain.  Now the chunks of rock were blasted to bits with water shooting in the air and running everywhere, but still the Naboo kept a steady rate of fire at the SuperCommandos. 

Engaging his personal cloaking device, Kelborn tried to sneak around the corner and work his way to where Regimas was.  They still had no idea of the condition of their brother, or if he was even still alive.

Kelborn was halfway there when the Naboo opened fire on him.

How can he possibly see me?? Kelborn’s mind screamed the question.  He’s a Force user, of course!  He could sense my presence!  Stupid! 

Ducking and running, Kelborn barely made it behind a ornate stone bench.  Putting his shoulder into it, he tipped it over so that nothing could shoot under.  Peering around the corner, he fired a few bolts back with his WarCaster before rolling away from a torrent of fire.

How much ammo does hit guy have?!?