Imperial Conquest (Page 5 of 10)

Ya, Jawas are funny sober but when drunk their even funnier

Are you refering to Mattias?

Yurt awoke in the imperial headquaters with a splitting headache. <Ooooh> Yurt said.

A gloved hand held out a drink that looked like it was mixed with some sort of powder."Drink it Yurt it will take away the hangover."

Yurt took the drink and chugged it down, he then looked up at the man, it was his commanding officer. <Wha? I thought I had week off.>Yurt said.

"You did" The officer said. "The break is being put off Yurt your back into the feild, we need to know where the rebels are."

no actually, just some random nameless person.

Uriel's ears rang as Devon's concussion grenade went off. So far he and Devon had cleared almost every room of the hab unit.
"I think this is the last room." Uriel said pressing his back against the wall. They had killed at least 30 Tuscans since they arrived.
"I hope so." Devon replied clutching the carbine. He plucked another grenade from his belt. "Shall we?"
Uriel nodded. "On three." he said grabbing the door handle. "1...2...3!" Uriel flung the door open as Devon lobbed in the grenade. WHUMP! The grenade went off and the two rushed in. The room was choked in dust, but Uriel could see dark shapes stumbling around. He and Devon quickly hosed down the room with laser fire until nothing moved.
"That oughta do it." Uriel said pushing a dead Tuscan off a chair and sitting down. They had made their way into the hanger Uriel mentioned earlier. Inside was an old T-16, a rusty land speeder, and what looked like a brand new Imperial speeder bike.
"No wonder this guy got raided." Devon said running his hand across the bike.
Uriel nodded and lit up a nic stik. "This guy was a part time smuggler." He said blowing out smoke. "He had a modest fee on his head. When I showed up, he begged for his life, and in turn traded me some very unique weapons." Uriel finished. "So I let him live." He glanced around the hanger. "Though where he is now is beyond me."
Uriel stood up. "I better get that x-wing in here before any probe droids spot it. Open the doors would ya?"

Uriel waited in the cockpit of the Fury while Devon struggled with the heavy hanger doors. To pass the time he had been accessing the Empire's data network. He scrolled down the screen, hacking it had been easy enough. The software in his ship's computer had saw to that.
"Aww geez." he said as he saw his name listed under "Wanted."  "Should've seen this coming."
Under his picture was a description. "Wanted, Uriel Koslov, Human, 6' tall, black hair. Last spotted in Tattoine system. Wanted for Illegal docking at an Imperial Port, firing on and evading arrest by Imperial troops. Suspected weapons smuggler. 800,000 credits for his capture."
Uriel whistled as he read the bounty. "That's a lot of credits." He said outloud. "I'll be fighting off bounty hunters the rest of my life for sure."
Uriel glanced up as Devon finnaly managed to open the hanger doors. Uriel gently guided the x-wing into the hanger as Devon closed the doors behind him.
Uriel hopped down from the cockpit as Devon approached, perspiring from the effort. "Anything about us yet?"
he asked breathing heavy.
Uriel nodded. "Well for me anyway." he said tossing the butt of his nic stik in the dirt. "800,000 large. They must think I was working alone."
Devon's eyes widened. "Damn." he said. "I guess I lucked out."
"Hardly kid." Uriel replied. "Since I assume were partners now, I guarantee a bounty hunter wouldn't think twice about blasting you as well."
Devon shrugged. "I've had good luck so far."
"Don't count your nerfs just yet." Uriel replied, once again opening the cargo bay of the Fury and jumping inside.
"So what now?" Devon asked. "We gotta meet up with the other Rebels in Mos Eisley."
"I know." Uriel replied tossing duffel bags to Devon. "But I gotta pack first."
Devon laughed. "Not clothes I'm guessing."
"You got that right." Uriel replied. "Load that stuff into the speeder." He jumped from the cargo bay and tossed Devon another package.
"What's this?" Devon asked as Uriel grabbed a similar bulk.
"Just a little insurance." Uriel  replied pulling a breast plate resembling Imperial armor but painted black like the Fury and pulling it on. "It'll stop most blaster rounds. It's old Kartaan armor."
"Where did you manage to get this stuff?" Devon asked pulling on the armor.
Uriel shrugged. "Like I said." he replied checking the charge on his E-11. "I've been to a lot of interesting places, now let's get goin before the entire Imperial Fleet lands on our heads."

Mattias was going through all of his "confiscated" weapons, when he found a particularly huge sniper rifle. "Ooo, I like a dis a one." he pulled the rifle out of the case and stood it up. "Whoa...This thing is taller than me." Mattias looked at the rile. "I keep you in special place." he put it aside and finished unloading the rest of the weapons.

Devon took up his DC-15 blaster rifle and fired it at his own chest. He fell backwards and dropped the rifle, he could feel the armor getting warm.
"What did you do?!" Uriel shouted as he heard the blaster rifle.
"I tested the armor." Devon replied. "This is good armor." the armor was cooling now, so he took it off.
Uriel turned around and saw Devon taking off the armor. "Kid, you should have taken off the armor and shot it," Uriel said smiling. "What if the armor wouldn't have worked?"
"Um... I didn't think of that." Devon said and started loading all the stuff into the speeder. "What are you going to do with all this stuff?" Devon asked.

Mattias grabed his sniper rifle and some other various weapons and headed on to the top of the open-roof docking bay, hoping there will be some unusual activity.

The yellow-eyed Sith peered at Alo Veera from behind his clear lenses, with the slightest trace of a grin in the corner of his mouth, "Frightened already?"

He stretched out his gloved hand toward the window without turning to look, and the durasteel, slatted frame flew violently out of the wall and crashed downward into the shocked mercenaries down below, and sent them sprawling in a mess of sand, and dropped weapons. Fenneth Crow lighted ontop the roof outcropping and straightened like a dark bird of prey taking it's perch and eyeing its prey far below. He called out to the Vigo and his men, "I was unaware knocking had gone out of style."

The humanoid Vigo with grey hair and wealthy dark blue robes and gold chains sputtered like the coward he was, and shouted at his men, "Get him!"

The strange Sith turned toward Alo Veera, flicked the 2,000 credit chit he owed her, and she caught it in a quick hand. His eyes narrowed and he ordered casually, "Leave the Vigo alive...for now."

Heavy repeater fire sounded across the roof, sending flakes of stone and sand flying everywhere, and the Sith jumped seemlessy out of the way, stumbling only slightly and imperceptibly on crumbling stone, he whirled around, dodging more erratic fire, and turned to draw his heavy blaster pistol.

Tucking the credit chip in her armor, she smirked.

"Me? Frightened...ha." She snorted. "I'm just not stupid enough to take these guys on myself." Backing up the Sith, she shot at an attacking Mercenaries, while purposely avoiding the cowering Vigo. A few fell, smoking holes burned through their skulls.

Darth Kun gets onto his sith speeder bike and rides over to the battle not to far from the slain jedi figuring rebels must be involved somehow and finds the sith and his previously hired hand pull out his sabers and joins the battle dodging blaster bolts only stopping once to grimly bark a hello and runs into battle