Objective: Naboo RPG (Page 7 of 7)

Ricky heard a sound, it seemed to be his dad's voice but it was different. He had to look. His little fingers opened slightly, and he saw that his dad was falling, and he also seemed to be bleeding a lot. Ricky knew what that meant, he saw it happen on the Holo Vids. But he never thought it would happen to his dad. He always thought he would be the strongest. Did he feel sad? He wasn't even sure. All he knew was that from now on, he'd be all alone. Something died in his eyes at that moment.

The battle seemed like it was over at the window. And the man that just killed his dad was coming towards him now, maybe to kill him. Strangely enough, Ricky wasn't afraid at all. The person that was scaring him the most had just died. He had no word to put on his actual feeling, it was like there was none.

The man warily removed the chairs from around Ricky, and seemed relieved to find a little boy. "What are you doing here?" Ricky then wanted to get up. He refused the man's hand as help, he wanted to get up by himself. Ricky tried to look at the man's eyes through the visor. It was impossible, but Ricky's look kept steady.

"Why did you kill my dad?" he asked. No resent or pain in his voice at all. Ricky asked that seriously, like he really wanted to understand. "I didn't have a choice.", the man said. "He had a knife and was ready to strike. It was him or me. That's what happens when you hold a weapon." The little boy nodded, then looked away for a moment. Pointing his finger at the big fat man who was now laying at the front, he asked "Is he dead?" "Yes", the man said. Staring at Ricky, he seemed to be deep within his thoughts. That little kid really seemed to accept awful realities with a lot of courage. The man hadn't seen many boys like this one, except among Mandalorian children. He was so very serious, and very silent...

The man then thought it was about time he left this place and tried to find the rest of his team, but the little boy walked up to his side, then stared at him where his eyes were again, with his ever serious look. "You killed my dad. Now I have no where to go."

"Commander Fynn Drakus?" asked the Mando as Fynn and his group got to their feet and walked forward.

"That's me" said Fynn as he extended his dirty gloved hand.

“I'm Kal Goran. Advance scout” said the warrior as he gripped Fynn’s hand.  “I've got orders to join your squads and fight until Theed burns, and the rest of the Galaxy with it."

“Good to have you….Sergeant” said Drakus after finding the rank markings on the warrior’s armor.  “Nice work there; that bastard there was giving us quite a time.”

“It’s what I do sir.”

“We’ll put that to the test more fully before the night is over” challenged Fynn as he slapped the warrior on the shoulder bell.

With a deep breath, Fynn walked over to Starwind’s body.  Pulling his left blaster out and with barely a glance, he blasted a hole through the dying Naboo trooper’s skull who was laying next to the dead Mandalorian. 

Kneeling down, Kelborn stood behind him covering the nearby windows and alleys.

“Ni Su’cuyi, Gar Kyr’adyc, Ni Portayli,’ Gar Darasuum” he whispered, his hand on the fallen warrior’s chest. 

Standing, Fynn unslung his blaster.  “Take his weapons and any gear we can use.  Then carry the body to the abandoned house we were in…we’ll try to come back for it.”

“Roger that” said Kelborn as he and Sergeant Kal got to work.

Looking around, Fynn noticed the auction house, and wondered if he’d lost another man already.

Posting For Regimas

"You killed my dad. Now I have no where to go."

“I’m a busy man, kid.  You better go home to your mom.”  Regimas wiped the blood from his blade on one of the soft seats and started for the exit.

“I don’t have a mom” the boy said.

Regimas stopped.  “They’ll send you to a relative or something.”

“All I had was my dad…and the servants.  None of them ever really liked me.”  The boy looked down at the floor, his chin against his chest.  He truly was alone.

I couldn’t….could I?  Regimas thought for a moment.  I’ll have to ask the commander

Regimas sheathed his sword and stepped toward the boy.  “Do you want a family?  One that will never look down on you and will always stand by your side?”

The boy looked up, unsure of what he was really being asked.  “There is a family like that?”

“Yes” Regimas nodded.  “I am part of it.”

“But I’m not part of your family…”

“Not yet, but perhaps someday you could be.”

“How?”

“Family is more then blood boy.  Come with me,” Regimas held out his hand.  “Maybe you could join our family.”

The boy hesitated for a moment, then took Regimas’s outstreached hand, and together they walked out the door

Joslyn looked up at Jag and Tracyn. She was still a bit woozy but she wasn’t about to let them down. She sincerely hoped that the back of her hospital gown was not open behind her.

Gingerly she stepped towards the pile of her armour, “This isn’t everything. Where are my shoulder plates and rippers?”

Tracyn sheepishly tossed them her way and Solus caught them on her behalf.

“Raid the body hey?” Joslyn commented as she slowly crouched to pick up her stuff. She noticed that Solus quickly stood behind her with his back to her. “My gown is open isn’t it?”

Solus nodded, “Just a bit.”

“Geez,” Joslyn muttered to herself. As she leant forwards she noticed that she was short a few braids. She touched the top of her head to feel that it had been shaved, “Ah man, it took me forever to get my hair that long.”

Solus looked over his shoulder, “They’ll grow back.”

Joslyn placed her helmet on her head, “There problem solved.” She turned to look at Jag and Tracyn who Solus had been blocking from view, “Do you mind, I need to get dressed.”

“We’re fine to stay and watch,” Tracyn teased.

Jag grabbed him by the arm, “Come on, we’ll meet them outside.”

“Hey why does Solus get to stay?” Tracyn grumbled.

Jag gave a slight nod in the direction they were headed, “Out!” he said simply.

“I can leave too, if you want.” Solus said as he continued to stand with his back to Joslyn.

“I’m going to need help getting this on, I’m not as strong as I made out.” Joslyn admitted.

Solus turned around and helped her pick up her things, he was suddenly quiet as he helped her dress.

Joslyn smiled beneath her helmet, “I’m not embarrassing you, am I?”

“Oh no,” Solus said quickly, his voice a little husky, “It’s fine.”

Joslyn checked her rippers and almost fell over. “Whoa, guess the guns are heavier than I thought.” She joked.

“Hold onto me,” Solus said as he wrapped his arm around her back and his hand under her armpit, “This battle isn’t over yet.”

Venla was lost. The palace was huge and easy to get turned about in. She found her way outside and made her way through unfamiliar alleys. She almost screamed as she saw the large dark figured shifting swiftly in their movements towards her.

She tried to duck into the shadows but it was too late. They had seen her.

"Come out of the shadows, woman." A commanding masculine voice demanded.

She complied with her hands raised. "Please don't hurt me," she whimpered.

Hey, I think she's in the palace, and thats more the NSF.

Using his night amplification viewer setting, Fynn’s visor-optics amplified both heat and the minimal lighting.  Usually it highlighted person’s body anyway, but you could usually make out what they were wearing and any gear they had on.  In this case…Is she wearing Anything??

After she spotted Fynn and the others and Kelborn had her at blaster point, Fynn took a moment to switch off this low-light setting, and was able to see that she was indeed clothed….but not much.

"Please don't hurt me" she nearly cried, shivering in the night air.

"What do we do with her Commander?" asked Kelborn.

“I don’t kill unarmed women,” said for all to hear, then switched to his personal comm.  “But cover the windows and such in case she’s a decoy.”

As the team broke up and scanned every chance of ambush, Fynn pulled the girl against a wall.  He considered checking her for tracking devices or such things, but he couldn’t think of anywhere she might have one…at least nowhere he was willing to reach into.

“What are you doing out here girl?” he asked after switching his external voice mic back on.

“I heard fighting in the streets, so I went to the palace to see what was…”

“You were in the Palace??  When???”

The girl cowered at the demands.  “I just left there…please don’t hurt me!”  Tears of fright were welling in her eyes.

“Just answer my questions.”  She leaned away from his grip around her wrist, but it didn’t help.  “Were there many soldiers in the Palace??  Men who aren’t usually assigned there?”

“Yes, there were security guards everywhere!  Some came back wounded just as I left…can I go home now?”

“We’re clear sir” said Kelborn who walked back to the commander with the others.

“Hmmm…..sure, you can go home girl.”  Fynn let go of her wrist; she nearly fell over she’d been leaning away from him so much.  “Let’s go men; we need to hit the palace before they get more reinforcements!”

As the girl ran down the alley, Regimas seemed ready to chase after her. “Sir!  You sure it’s a good idea to let her go??  She’ll tell the Naboo we’re headed for the Palace!”

“Don’t worry about it boy” said Fynn with a grin. 

Exiting the alley, they turned toward the clinic, but were met by the others who had already left…

*Netty, you might run into Revolver, he’s prowling around behind us somewhere...*

Fynn sighed with relief at seeing Joslyn walking toward them, despite her wobbly state.  “Good to see you breathing vod, thought we lost you.  You gonna be ok?”

“Good to go boss,” her voice still chocked some from the elbow he’d shoved into her voice-box earlier. 

“Same here Commander” added Tracyn.  “We headed for the Palace now?”

“Hopefully they think we are.  We’ve lost our element of surprise and we’ve been stopped twice now.  So I think it’s time we fog up their sensor grid some.  They want us to go for the queen now, after the last couple fights they think they have a chance; so we’ll go after our secondary objectives.  Regimas!  On point!  Dachande, we’re heading north by north-east for secondary objective 3-5.  Let’s go.”

“Hope that Republic warehouse makes a pretty burn!” chuckled Regimas as he jogged ahead…

He stalked back and forth, checking his comms, rifle and then his chest rig; he discovered there had been no change, the same status time and time again.  COMMs were down, his rifle charged, sights ready and his REPUBLIC ISSUED armor still in tact.  Just as he finished his routine he added another curse for his assignment to NABOO and then to this storage facility for of all things sexy and military; FOOD. 

Aside from the great view from the barracks and the occasional night out in THEEDS; this entire assignment had been an entire waste of time, not at all why he had joined the ARMY of the REPUBLIC.  He had dreamt of piloting a spacecraft, maybe being an elite commando, or a sniper, but instead he was assigned to the QUARTERMASTERS and then to THEEDS.  He didn’t plan on reenlisting, even if there was a war, if he didn’t do some real soldiering he was out. 

When the first explosions started his heart jumped at the thought of “gunning down” some MANDOs, the popular guess to who was causing the trouble, but quickly they were dashed and the trail of destruction lead away from him and his warehouse full of gorga roots and chunie fruits and toward the palace.

“I’d do anything to change places with those palaces guards, we’d get this MANDO thing sorted out in no time”. He said to one of his buddies from initial intake.

“Oya Vods”

Halex and Trenton spied the sniper Mando. "Halex, let's snipe the sniper," Trenton suggested quietly to his Rodian companion.

Halex's green snout lifted, "Sounds good," he replied as he lifted his own sniper rifle. "Let's see if I can get his helmet to fly off his head."

Trenton laughed, "Good call, I'll get the others to joins us. Let's ambush them before they get into the palace."

Halex nodded, "Sounds good, now let me line up my shot."

Trenton slid away into the shadows and called upon their Elite Trooper brethren. All went silently on foot, the five of them moved in. Trenton spotted the Zabrak and grinned, he'd always wanted a Zabrak horn as a trophy. He heard the sniper shot and then five Elite Troopers attacked.

Joslyn had gone up to the roof with Solus, more because he'd dragged her there than her actually wanting to go. She'd laid on the rooftop beside him, but down near his waist. He'd been absorbed in his shot and hadn't noticed that he'd been zeroed in on.

Joslyn had grabbed him and rolled him out of the way before the other sniper could shoot him. "Sniper, adjacent roof," Joslyn said in their private com, forgetting to reset it so the others could hear.

Solus moved to the cover of a marble chimney, "Get behind me," he instructed her.

Joslyn did as she was asked and kept an eye out for any other attacks. Shooting broke out below. The others hailed Solus but he ignored them, caught up in the moment.

Kal appeared on the roof and Joslyn had to ease back her finger from the trigger of her ripper, "Kal, nice to see you. But get down, we have another sniper to deal with."

As if to confirm what she'd just said, a blaster bolt sailed through the air as Kal dropped, the bolt going directly where his head had been.

Solus returned fire and there was a satisfying thud as the bolt hit it's mark. "He won't be bothering us anymore," Solus confirmed.

Kal stood up, "Joslyn, we best get back to the others."

"No," Solus said sharply, "She stays with me."

Joslyn paused in getting up, she knew she was in no fit state to run but she didn't really have an excuse to stay with Solus, or did she? "I can throw bombs from here, I don't know if I can keep up with running at the moment."

Before Kal could comment a rodian in dark clothing appeared on the rooftop, blade in one hand and a blaster in the other. Joslyn raised her rippers, "Guess talk is over for now."

Joslyn fired at the rodian that had gotten the drop on them. Her rippers made fast work of the over confident rodian who had moved too slowly.

Solus was already had his sights on the Naboo below. He fired and another of the Elite went down.

Joslyn moved to his side, "Can I do anything?"

"Lay down a surpressing fire on the ordinary Naboo soldiers, I'm taking out the higher threats." Solus told as he lined up his next shot.