Imperial Conquest (Page 6 of 10)

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Uriel powered the speeder at dangerous speeds across the dune sea. He didn't like the desert. Too hot, too bright, too much sand, and damn near nothing to hide behind. He hoped he could get across without attracting any imp patrols.
As if to answer his suspicions, Devon turned in his seat. "LOOK OUT!" he cried.
Uriel jerked the speeder to the left. Not exactly knowing what Devon was talking about or what was going on.
An explosion ripped up a huge crater in the sand in front of him as he jerked the controls back to the right.
"Would you tell me what the fierfek is going on!" Uriel shouted to Devon as more explosions poured dirt across the speeders hood.
Suddenly an Imperial TIE bomber screamed overhead. It's payload empty. Uriel watched as it swung around for another pass. The pilot would no doubt be switching to his laser cannons.
"Take the wheel!" Uriel shouted to Devon.
"What?" Devon shouted back. "What are you gonna do?"
"Save our shebs for one thing!" Uriel replied jumping into the back seat while Devon slid into the drivers seat.
Uriel opened one of his duffel bags, digging around inside of it until he found what he wanted. An S-7 screetcher launcher.
He hefted the rocket onto his shoulder and activated the hologram targetting reticle. A green circle appeared. Uriel lined it up with the TIE bomber and it tracked and switched to red. A loud beep confirmed the lock.
Uriel pulled the trigger and nearly fell out of the speeder as the missile left the tube, leaving a trail of blue-white smoke behind it.
The bomber jinked to avoid the missile, the screetcher immediately altered course and slammed into the back of the bomber. Violently exploding with a massive blue fireball witch in turn engulfed the TIE bomber, which erupted into green flames.
Uriel put the S-7 back in the duffel bag and jumped into the front seat. He grabbed the wheel as Devon switched him places.
"I will never critisize your packing again." Devon said his face white.
"Good." Uriel replied lighting yet another nic stik. "Because most who do don't live too long."

After the close call with the bomber, Devon and Uriel finnaly reached the outskirts of Mos Eisley. He let Devon drive since he seemed to enjoy it so much.
"Imperial Patrol, let's avoid them." Devon said. "I'll drive behind those rocks and around the imps."
"Okay." Uriel nodded "Just watch out for scouts."
"I'm the one driving, why don't you look for scouts?" Devon said.
"All right, I'll do it." Uriel picked up a pair of electrobinoculars. "Stop, I need to see clearly."
Devon stopped and Uriel checked the area.
"No imps in sight." Uriel said. "Let's move on."
Devon continued and stopped a few times while Uriel checked with his electrobinoculars.
"What would you do if you spotted an imperial scout?" Devon asked.
"I would shoot them with this." Uriel showed Devon an old concussion rifle.
"That's overkilling, isn't it?" Devon asked.
"Yeah but it's fun."

Uriel scanned the horizon with his electrobinoculars. Nothing. But he noticed the road into the city itself was blocked by imps.
Uriel leaned back in his seat. Making sure the barrel of the concussion rifle was safely hidden.
Devon came to a stop by one of the Stormtroopers. Uriel hoped he wouldn't do anything stupid.
"What are you doing here, and who are you?" The patrol leader asked.
Devon seemed nervous. "Um... We are..."
"We are here to meet our friends and find work." Uriel quickly said.
"Aha, what do you have in the speeder?" The patrol leader asked.
"Water, food and such things." Uriel said.
"Well, there are alot more things I'm supposed to ask and do, but I think you look familiar from somewhere..." He pointed at Uriel. "...So I will let you through without any more boring talk."
"Really? Thanks!" Devon said.
A patrol member approached the leader. "Sir... I know who he is and..."
"Shut up!" The leader shouted. "Let these people through first and we'll discuss who they are after that."
"No, wait a..."
"Let them through first or I'll have you demoted to a cleaner of the detention area!"
The patrol member almost panicced. "Um... Yes sir!"
Devon gunned the speeder past the troopers. "I didn't know you knew any stormtroopers." he said.
Uriel's face was serious. "I don't." he replied grimly.

((Occ: Okay Im just gonna ignore anything Sev says anymore))

Yurt had made several leads and was getting closer to the rebels. He was following a lead to a rich man's house who supposely knew where the rebels were, it was another dead end. He had one more lead, a man who had some deals with the hutts.

what? whos shot?

The besieging mercenaries never had a chance.

Fenneth Crow fired three quick succesive shots without taking time to aim. Three mercenaries fell to the ground, but the Sith hadn't shot to kill. He had been able to shoot the hired guns in the face and leave them alive. He smiled sadistically as the three creatures on the ground tried to scream in agony through the sputtering blood and burned gore that was their faces.

A huge Trandoshan brought out a heavy repeater and fired up at the Sith from behind cover that protected him from Veera's line of fire. Fenn spun in a flury of black robes, blaster bolts singing the edge of his heavy cloak as he slipped over the narrow roof cat walk and continued firing down below in shots that made a precise surgeon look clumsy. A Twi'lek spun around from the force of a blaster shot to his orange left eye.

"Don't just stand there you fools! Fire! Fire!" The Vigo had hidden behind the speeder he had come in and continued to shout frantic orders at his men as they were hewn down.

A Devaronian and a cyborg-armed human fell from Veera's swift and merciless weapons. Fenn smiled, loving to watch a master artist at work. That was when a stray blaster bolt of a falling corpse tagged the Sith in his left shoulder. He cried more from rage then pain, and fired spitefully at the dead body, watching it writhe limply from the force of the blaster fire.

A mangy looking fur-covered Bothan tossed a grenade up between where Fenn and Alo had taken vantage points. The flashing charge bounced along the rooftop and lodged in a gap between some machinery and the roof wall out of reach where anyone could grab it. The Bothan laughed victoriously and dove for cover behind what was left of the outer wall.

Fenneth's eyes narrowed skeptically, and with a slight hand motion he nudged the charge back down below where it bounced to a stop next to the Bothan who had his hands over his ears. The Bothan's eyes had just enough time to go wide in fear when the charge exploded in a cloud of smoke, blood, sand, and stone debris.

That was when Darth Kun had appeared.

The immense figure in ominous black robes charged into the open warzone of the courtyard. His red dual lightsabers activated with an angry hiss and moved in a lethal blur as they deflected a sudden barrage of blaster fire back at the scaled Barabel who had dared take his chance against a Sith.

"Hello." The Wookie-Sith barked up at where Fenn and Alo were, with the heat of battle glowing in his eyes and cruel face. He deflected another shot and charged at the remaining mercenaries, cutting them down easily as he spun, dodged, and dragged his lightsaber through each creature one by one until he had gutted the last of them.

The demolished courtyard and street went as quiet as the dead that filled them.

Darth Kun deactivated his sabers and turned again toward the Sith and the armored female. He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off--permenantly.

Blaster fire sounded violently shredded through the fragile silence.

Alo Veera watched in shock as the the newly arrived Sith stumbled back a step, and looked down in utter surprize at his bleeding torso.

Fenneth Crow stood erect, his blaster still in position from where he had fired on the other dark side warrior. Smoke pouring from the end of the hand gun. The look in the yellow-eyed humanoid's eyes was easy to recognize. Fear. Cold, pure, anamalistic, frightened terror only just edged with same animal will of survival.

Darth Kun activated his lightsabers once more with a roar of rage, marred with coughed up blood, and made one final attempt at attack. The robed wookie made it two steps before he fell limp to the ground, and his lightsabers deactivated and clattered to the sand.

Fenn exhaled slowly, and lowered his weapon only slightly, trying to get a better view to see if Darth Kun was actually dead.

Uriel and Devon continued driving calmly thru the streets of Mos Eisley. Devon at the wheel while Uriel relaxed in the passenger seat, glad to put distance between him and the stormtroopers.
Uriel studied the pedestrians strolling around. He noticed one in particular. A short grubby looking man dressed in rags.
"Stop the speeder." Uriel told Devon.
"What?" Devon asked looking at him. "Why?"
"Just do it." Uriel replied reaching into the backseat for his E-11.
Devon complied and stopped the speeder as Uriel hopped out and rushed behind the short man.
Devon gasped as Uriel grabbed him around the neck from behind and stuck the barrel of his blaster into his back. He started dragging him towards the speeder.
"What are you doing?" Devon asked jumping out of the speeder. "You'll have the imps on us for sure!"
"This dirtbag owes me alot of money!" Uriel replied roughly shoving the man onto the ground and putting his boot on his back.
The man was nearly in tears. "Please Uriel, I got your money! I got your money!"
"That's better." Uriel replied removing his boot and pulling the man to his feet. "Now hand it ov..."
Uriel was blasted back as the man pulled a blaster on him and shot him point blank. He then took off down an alley.
Uriel staggered to his feet. His armor plate glowing red hot. "That bastard is dead!" he shouted rushing down the alley after him.
"Wait!" Devon shouted after Uriel.
"Stay with the speeder!" Uriel shouted back. "Make sure no imps come snooping at my stuff!"
Devon shrugged as he watched Uriel chase the man further down the alley and out of sight.
He slumped back into the drivers seat and waited.

Uriel itched to blast the man in the back. But no, he wanted him alive. The man ducked into a small hab and Uriel rushed in after him, blaster at the ready.
The man whirled around and faced Uriel.  "You shouldn't have followed me Koslov!" he said, an evil grin on his face. "Get him boys."
"Aw damnit." Uriel said as 3 Trandoshans melted from the shadows, each weilding a durasteel pipe.

It was a calm, cool, early morning, as the twin suns had just risen above the horizon. Mattias gazed through the scope of his particularly huge sniper rifle. "I don't see anyth- Wait, what's this? Uriel....and....Devon?! You pisa **** nogood, little-" Mattias put the crosshairs on Uriel's head. "Wait...." He saw Uriel threatening somone at gunpoint. Uriel was blasted back as the man pulled a blaster on him and shot him point blank. He then took off down an alleyway. Uriel staggered to his feet. His armor plate glowing red hot. "That bastard is dead!" he shouted rushing down the alley after him. "Hmm.....Let's see how this turns out." Mattias said swithing his scope to see through the wall. The little man whirled around and faced Uriel.  "You shouldn't have followed me Koslov!" he said, an evil grin on his face. "Get him boys." "Aw, damnit." Uriel said as 3 Trandoshans melted from the shadows, each weilding a durasteel pipe. Mattias Zeroed in on one of the thugs, and pulled the trigger. ZZKK............TA-KOOM! The 30mm round ripped through the wall and killed 2 of the trandoshans. The gunshot was like thunder. "What the?" Uriel was very confused. "Aw ****. It's Mattias."

Yurt took advantage of his comrades speeders, he got on one and sped off. The scouts ran after Yurt, both getting on the last speeder bike and they sped after Yurt. Yurt commed Mathhias "Yurt to Gear head come in, No luck findin rebel base all dead ends, most of them dead."

"Take caution in the Sith you meet, Lady Veera," Fenneth Crow straightened and pushed his lenses into place over his cold yellow eyes with two fingers, "One of the Emperor's servants has gone rogue. He carries a very valuable, very ancient, and extremely lethal Sith artifact."

The Emperor's hand gave an evil grin void of all heart and feeling, "We were lucky this was not the one...Now, if we may, I do believe our friend the Vigo is going to try and make a run for it."

The Vigo of the Black Sun crime syndicate was sprinting down the sandy street, pouring sweat from the planet's torid heat, and from his own uncontrollable fear. Fenn stepped on the chest of a dead Trandoshan in his path and then into the street and turned. He lifted his blaster to almost eye-level and fired a well-placed shot at the Vigo's left knee. The aged humanoid yelled and fell unceremoniously to the sandy floor, grabbing painfully at his leg.

The grey-haired, balding humanoid tried to crawl away, but Fenn stepped on the edge of the Vigo's long, expensive blue robes.

"Leaving already?" The Emperor's Hand lifted his blaster and fired at the humanoid's other knee. The street echoed with the excruciating cry, and the Vigo collapsed on the ground in a screaming, crippled mess.

"What do you want with me?!" The Vigo shouted angrily and stumbled on his words, but forced them out through clenched teeth, "You k-killed all my men, t-took my house, and killed my FAMILY! What's wrong with you?!"

"Not having fun anymore, Vigo Telk?" The Sith spitefully stepped on the human's injured leg, "You had plenty of fun when you did the same thing to me, all those lovely years ago."

"W-What?!" The Vigo struggled to speak through the waves of pain, from where he lay painfully curled up in the street, "I don't know who the hell you are!!"

"That's because I was six-years-old!!!" Fenn shouted with overwhelming fury and fired several times into the Vigo's right arm and leg.

((Vassili if you read my post youd see that both scouts went after me cause i stole a swoop))

I'll...keep that in mind," Alo told him, rising her blaster. She was prepered to shoot the Vigo in the chest, until Fenn shot him in the knee.

"Hmm." She lowered her blaster as the Vigo and Fenn spoke. Oh, so that what this was about. The Vigo killed Fenn's family. If Fenn wasn't there she'd kill that Vigo herself. Even she wouldn't stoop that low.

"Bastard Vigo has no morals," Alo mumbled to herself, watching impassivly as Fenn shot the Vigo on the arms and legs. She fell quiet after that, standing behind Fenn, far enough so that she wouldn't get in the way, but close enough to kill anyone if she needed too.