RPG- The Battle of Naltoon 6 (Page 2 of 3)

Si Titran sat in her small jedi starfighter, preparing to make the exit of hyperspace. She was not particularly looking forward to more war. Every day she felt the deaths of those around the galaxy, especially the few Jedi that fell. There was talk all around the temple of those that had chosen to walk away. Her thoughts drifted back to the temple 2 days ago, when she received this mission. She was in the map room, high in the temple, and trying to make sense of some new data her former padawan Kati-Ra had sent from Saleucami on her request, but was interrupted when her own former master walked in. Shaak Ti stood tall next to Si, but as opposed to many, was not intimidated by her dramatic appearance. Si had no reason to; they shared the calm comfort of friendship. Years had passed since they were together as padawan and master, but that made little difference.

"Good to see you back home, " Shaak started out. " but I today I am here on the council's business. I wish there was more time to catch up with us. We have a mission, and it has been decided that a Master would really be the best fit. You are needed. Naltoon 6..."

Si interrupted. "If you think I need to go, then  that's what I will do."

"Always in  a rush Si." Shaak smiled. "  Patience, wasn't always your strongest skill.Yes... let me catch you up."

Abruptly her memory was interrupted by the proximity alert. !0 seconds to real space. Soon the star lines coalesced into single points of light again and she saw her destination. And all around it was an elaborate network of Anti Air turrets. They turned to regard the small craft, and Si moved to get into evasive maneuvers, but realized there was no need. They simply didn't open fire on her. Si took a deep breath and reached out to the force. "Aresee, set approach vector for landing, green zone 7. That was the last noted location of the 137th Aerial Assault. And their commander, Maris." The little droid RC-77 did as was told.

Si Titran paid attention as the terrain became more and more mountainous, then she saw the landing pad, scorched, and tucked away in a valley. But she sensed danger. No, more than that. Suspicion and a threat. She landed carefully, as she saw some figures move in as she touched down.  No sooner than she force leaped from the cockpit, somersaulted in mid air, unhooking her lightsaber and igniting it. She focused her landing at the center for the threat, and her blade was met by a large peice of metal in a classic block stance. Si's eyes widened in surprise.

(read my character sheet Appo)

Maris blocked the attack on reaction alone, boosted by the speed of his augmentic to block the strike. The woman, a jedi he assumed was strong, too strong, for someone of her build, she was almost forcing his arm back. The chainsaw teeth of his sword whirred, sparking as each came into contact with the lightsaber. He held the block for a moment, then suddenly with all the strength the servos in what had once been his chest could muster, he forced the lightsaber back, taking the jedi by surprise. He spun his sword and quickly put it in its sheath, the motor dying as it left his hand. The Jedi, who had stumbled back but managed to barely catch herself on her ship stared up at him in surprise, the soldiers had their weapons trained on her. One of the non-clones, a sergeant spoke up "Welcome to Naltoon, ma'am"

(their on a base, as in walled in, then outside of base is town, also walled in, then forest outisde of wall, if thats ok with Rev.))

Maris nodded, it was stupid to turn down help, even though what he realy needed was a few squads, maybe even a company of clones. A jedi was wonderful, but clones were much more diverse in their skills, and there were more of them so you could have multiple things happen at once. Not that he wasn't happy to receive anything, he did get a Jedi Master after all, and an attractive one too. The fact that she was a Jedi master meant that she had to be skilled, or the council was short of master and just started promoting people to fill in the gaps but he didn't think that would happen. For now he would just take her to the command center and get an intel officer to breif her on the situation, he assumed that the main mission on this planet was to re-take it, but his base was cut off. His mission, and by extension that of his men, was to survive and protect their green-zone

After a quick walk, they entered the main command post, the guard, a 1st lieutenant, wearing odd armor that looked very junky stood in their way. He snapped a salute. "Sir!"

"Out of my way trooper." The soldier, who seemed rather odd for a clone, like someone decided it would be funny if they poured some corilian ale in his vat back on Kamino, stood for a second then moved to the side. Maris wondered why he hadn't been 'reconfigured' and why he wasn't in trooper armor, not even heavily customized Phase II armor it seemed. He would deal with it later, he had more pressing matters, like the Jedi for one.

Gamma continued through the facility, encountering only light resistance. "Where are all the tinnies?" Lucky crushed the head of a twitching droid. "I mean, I'm not complaining, but we've destroyed, what, thirty? A base this size should have at least a hundred. I don't like it."

Val slapped a fresh magazine in his Deece. "I don't either. Shadow--"

"I'm on it. I'll scout ahead. Someone give me a boost, I'm going through the roof." Kad blasted a hole in the roof, and  boosted Shadow up. The three remaining commandos moved forward slowly, turning another half dozen droids to scrap. The com crackled.

"Val, you've got two ambush parties waiting for you. Ones about 20 yards down the hall from where you are, and too the left. If you can get their attention, I'll get them from behind."

"Roger. Thanks for the warning, Shadow."

Val led the squad forward, careful to maintain silence as they reached the corner.

"Lucky, poke an endoscope around the corner."

"Already on it." He brought out the 'scope, and Val opened the feed in a small window in his HUD. "Looks like four wets leading a dozen droids. Quite the welcome mat."

"Indeed. Alright Shadow, we're in position. Lucky, lay down some APC micro-mines. Gamma, we'll move quickly, but act natural. Take a few shots, duck back around the corner, and the mines will take down any curious tinnies."

Bes'kad led. They ran around the corner, exchanging fire with several droids. Four charged around the corner, only to be blow to pieces by the micromines. Suddenly a crash sounded, followed by blaster shots and several screams. Val ran back around the corner, dropped two droids, and watched Shadow finish off the last wet with a vibroblade to the throat.

"Well, I can't say that wasn't fun." Said Shadow as he retracted the blade. "The next ambush is down the hall, two corners away. But there's a side route around it, and we can strike them from behind."

"Lets do it then."

-----------------------------------Several Minutes later-------------------------------------

"Shadow, if you had said the "side route" involved the garbage compactor, I would have taken the ambush head on."

"Oh, come on. What's the fun in that? You don't even get to see the surprise on the enemies face as he turns around to see who killed his buddy."

"You are one creepy barve, Shadow. And droids don't have faces."

"I'll take that as a complement."

"Finally. I am never doing this again. You do realize the amount of crap we're going to get from the larty pilot, don't you? Anyways, lets just do this.

It was over in moments. There were eight B-1s, and four SBDs. A single human led them, along with several Trandoshans. They barely had time to turn around before the last dropped. One of the B-1s sparked.

"All right, lets go."

Shelker steamed under his helmet. "For starters you'll address me as 'Commander, Sir'."

Morshvar squinted at the thought. He mockingly bowed. "What shall you have me do, Commander, Sir."
The Sarcasm was clear.

"Heh, you might be more useful than expected." Shelker chuckled. "There is a task I believe you will be fully capable of handling."

"Shelker, you're not thinking about-" Val'in was cut off.

"No, I'm not..." He pointed at the Mandalorian. "...not yet. There is a CIS Fuel depot at the foot of this mountain." The group walked over to the large holoprojector centered in the belly of the HAV, Shelker pointing to several marked locations. "It's being run by a Trade Federation operative who has been but a thorn in my side for months...his name is Rook Fooray. I want you to take him out. Sus'iir has observed the base for some time, and knows the area. He will go and and feed you support data, and if things go sour, sniper support."

"No one will ever know." Sus'iir patted the sniper rifle cradled in his arms. "You up for it?"

Morshvar simply nodded.

"Good." Shelker walked away from the the group to the cockpit. "Change of plans, take us to these coordinates." He handed the pilot a small datacard before walking back.

"This is gonna be a hell of a ride."

Slit followed the jedi abseving his every move.
Slit was a defective clone, a one of a kind. and an excellent combat commander which is why he was shipped to the planet. His bloody, sufishen, and disobedaint reputation had reached almost every outfit except for this one. He had been given command of a platoon which to as far as Slitwas conserd, was made up of butt kissers. His old platoon had very good NCOs and a brave platoon sergeant but the platoon sergeant he had now  would cower in the very presence of him.  Hardly anybody had had heard him speak for his vocle coards had been dammaged in battle.
"Slit, what do you think your doing? Gaurd the door!" said a Captain stopping in Slit which was a big mistake.
"Move," said a raspy, hard voice that was applified thourgh his helment.  The officer move as side, in fear.

Morshvar was sitting calmly in the HAV stroking the end of one of his vibroblades.  Sus'iir stood making small talk with the clones.  One of the clone pilots looked back.

"Sir!  We are getting an all hail comm from one of the local bases!  Shall we intercede?"

Shelker shook his head.  "Negative.  We have our mission.  Not until we drop these guys off.  Stay on course."

"Yes sir, right away sir."  The pilot turned back to the controls. 

The HAV jumped and bounded over any sort of terrain.  After a short trip they reached the bas of the mountain.  The blast dors opened and Morshvar and Sus'iir hopped out.  Shelker looked at them.

"The fuel depot is on the other side of this mountain.  Rendevous here in 4 hours.  I expect the job done.  And don't get yourselves killed."

Morshvar gave a deep mock bow.  "Yes commander sir."  The door closed up and the Juggernaut headed back towards the distress call.

Morshvar immediately set off into the up the side of the mountain.

"Hold on there."  Sus'iir held up his hand, "we need to set up a plan."

"Once we get to the top watch me to see if anyone follows.  If anyone looks suspicious kill them.  I will take care of the target."  Morshvar tossed a comm to Sus'iir.  "That channel is private.  Upload into your own comm if you wish.  I will call you if some assisstance is needed."

Sus'iir nodded and followed after Morshvar.  Once they reached the top the fuel depot could be plainly seen at the foot of the mountain.  Morshvar slowly scaled down the mountain being sure to maintain cover.  Once he reached the foot he qiuetly made his way to the edge of the compound.  This was not going to be easy.  It was crawling with droids.  He stealthily made his way to the main building.  He found a small air vent in the side of the building.  He opened the grte and hoisted his small but muscular frame into the duct.  Checking the datapad he received with the schematics of the depot, he headed to the main office.  Just as the intel said Rook was sitting inside the office. 

Morsh gently pulled up the grate and hopped to the ground.  Rook turned as a a blade flew right into his throat.  He immediately fell to the floor convulsing.  Morshvar retrieved the poison blade wiping it on the now corpse.  He turned as he heard the door open.

The two B1 droids entered the room.  They only saw the neimodian lying dead on the ground.

"What the-"  Morshvar plunged a vibroblade into the back of one and violently ripped the head off of the other.  Both fell to the ground smoking.  Morshvar pulled out the comm.  "Sus'iir.  I have assassinated Rook.  Be prepared to cover my exit.  It may get hot in here."

"Copy."

Morshvar made it out of the facility without incident.  But as soon as he was outside he was greeted with a multiude of droids.

"I need that cover now!"

Maris suddenly found a old man next to him *!!!* "Wha... Get out of here we are in a war zone old man!"
"Oh? I didn't know I thought you were just playing a game?" *Sarcasm* Ragma was standing upright tilting his body now and then when a blaster bolt looked close. "Leave now! Crazy fool! That's an order!" just then another trooper turned to flee but saw Maris move the small explosive weapon in his direction, he turned back only to be met by a mean wrist rocket. "Do want so help?" asked Ragma with out a hint of a joke in his calm voice.
"What!" Maris knew the old man was crazy but this. "I said do you want my help?" Maris was to busy to be bothered anymore "Yeah. Sure. Why don't you flank them or something?" "Alright." and with the old man went walking right through the fire zone and to the side. Maris wasn't watching he already forgot about the man and was busy blasting droids.

Griffin grinned as he brought his rilfe up to his shoulder firing off a few blasts, Hitting a droid twice in the chest and once in the head. Looking over the Lt. Colonel Maris he couldnt stop a smirk.

"Good ole' commander, hates the guts out of cowards" He said to himself, Still firing off controlled bursts into the droids yet they still came, They had caught the clones by suprise, cutting down the few squads there where.

"Hey sir, I say you should of blasted that other Toon' Commander while you had the chance" Griffin chuckled into the comms

Still Griffin fired into the Droids ranks
"You!" Griffin shouted to a nearby clone sergeant

"Sir?"

"Take your fire team and secure that building" Griffin indicated to a tall tower looking building with a balcony

"Yes sir" The sergeant replied running back over to his team and giving them the orders, which they nodded to in approval and began for the building.

"Sir? Should we hold or fall back to regroup where scattered around everywhere here sir, And where the hell are our gunships!?" Griffin Enquired to Maris over the comms

can i join????

Name: 3065
Age:9
Species: human clone
Allegiance: republuic
Occupation: scout/sniper
Clothing and armor: kataran class armor with snow camo
Weapons: a dc-17 sniper with a 16x25 scope and a fleteche shotgun
Short character description:3065 was chosen to be a comando but was moved to a sniper team when they saw his skills with a sniper rifle
he has been a sniper most of his life

Val looked up as the LAAT/i flew over the smoking ruins of the hangar and gun emplacement. He summoned the squad as it touched down, and they ran towards it. Several troopers helped them it. The pilot turned to look at them.

"What have you been doing, Gamma? You smell like osik!"

Val looked over at Shadow. "I told you we'd get a bunch of crap from him." He turned back to the pilot. "How fast can you get us to Maris's outpost?"

" 'Bout five minutes, if I push it."

"Then do it. And push it hard."

"I can't enter the base. The AA turrets have gone rogue, and fire on anything without Senatorial or Jedi clearance."

"They've gone what!"

"Yeah, I know. I can get you close, but that's it."

"How close can you get us to one of the AA emplacements?"

"About 200 meters."

"Alright. That'll do." Val switched to the squads private frequency. "Ok squad, this is what we're doing. We land close, hike in, and take one down. Lucky, do you think you've got enough explosives?"

"I think so."

"Good. We'll take down one, then the way to Maris's base will be clear."

The pilot called back. "I'm setting down here. Good luck, Gamma."

"Lets go boys. Oya!"

-------------------------------20 Minutes and One AA emplacement later---------------------------

Lucky accepted Val's proffered arm to help him into the larty. "Well that wasn't so bad." He stumbled as it took off.

"No, not really." Val motioned towards a trooper with green trim. "Sergeant. How many men do you have here?"

"Twelve. Two are turret gunners, though."

Val thought for a moment. "They stay. You and your men will come with us. When we land, the gunship will give us support, and we'll fight our way to Maris."

"A good plan sir," He turned, barking orders. "Vin, Tal, take the turrets. The rest of you, with me. We're going in with Gamma."

Val reloaded his Deece. "Fifteen seconds till touchdown", yelled the pilot. The troopers in the turrets opened up, tearing into the droid ranks. The co-pilot launched several missiles, and fired with the secondary lasers. The larty touched down. "Lets go!" Commandos and troopers spilled out, opening up on the droids from behind. The gunship took off, and opened fire once again. The sight of reinforcements, even few, encouraged Maris's troops, spurring them to fight even harder.

hope that works for you, Adeptus.