"The Beginning of The End" story of the 101st MSB (Page 6 of 6)

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sweet, im working on some ideas for the next chapter, so it should be up sometime tommorow, and that mantle pic is pretty bad ***

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i realize it has been awhile since my last post but i think you'll like this chapter.

ch.11  "I don't know what there doing here, but by the gods I will have my revenge."  Lt. Jango Fett

ch.11

ch.11

    Jango stood just inside the threshold of the compound’s lower front entrance.  The two heavy steel doors swung open, squeaking noisily.  The wind outside had picked up considerably and red sand blew into the open doorway.  Dominic stood next to him with his medpac at the ready to treat the incoming wounded.
    The first figure ran trough the doorway and stopped once he was sheltered from the blowing sand.  He spotted Jango and approached him, removing his helmet.  The look on his face was that of utter relief.
    “Lt. Corr.” he introduced himself extending a hand.  “Bravo company.  This place wasn’t so easy to find.”
    Jango removed his helmet, his face slightly irritated by the wind still blowing through the open doorway.  “Lt. Fett.” he replied shaking Corr’s hand. “Too bad you and your boys missed the fun.”
    Corr had a confused look on his face. “Intel said we had a garrison of at least company strength holding here.”
    Jango shook his head. “Well that leaves two options. One, they deserted their post. And if that’s the case it’ll be up to us to find them and exact punishment. Two, their missing or dead.  Either way  we still have to find out what the hell happened here.”
    Corr nodded.  The blowing wind ceased as the outer doors were shut and sealed.  The room was silent except for the occasional moan or cough from the wounded soldiers.  Dominic was busy treating the worst of them.  A trooper who had taken heavy round to his abdomen.
    Jango motioned for Corr to follow him. “Brief on what happened out there Lt.” he said opening a door to a smaller room that had been hastily fitted as a makeshift command center.
    “Gladly.” Corr replied taking a seat at the small table.  He rubbed his face with his hands and helped himself to a drink.  “Most of Bravo made the jump without a hitch.” he started. “I managed to link up with most of my men on schedule.  After meeting up at the RZ point we picked up a distress signal from remnants of another company who had been ambushed by a Deathwatch patrol.” Corr snorted. “If patrol is the right word, there was probably a 100 of them.” He took another drink. “Anyway, we managed to get the jump on them and take them out without much incident.  We hooked up with the others. About 30 guys from Alpha.  Then we made our way here.  The boys from Alpha had been hit pretty hard and had a lot of wounded.  Right when we spotted this compound, that fierfek sandstorm came out of nowhere.” Corr finished by throwing his hands in the air. “And now here we are.”
    Jango nodded.  His comlink chirped suddenly.  “What is it?” he asked putting his helmet on and listening hard.
    “Rodriguez sir.” a voice said over the COM. “Fleet just informed us of a small single craft entering our atmosphere.” Rodriquez said. “They attempted to pick it up but it was moving very fast.”
    “Let me guess.” Jango interrupted. “Fleet wants us to find where it lands and check it out right?”
    “Nothing gets past you does it sir?” Rodriguez replied. “Waiting on your orders.”
    Jango sighed. He switched to Mantle’s frequency. “Mantle, assemble our team.  Fleet wants a little recon done on this ship that landed.”
    Mantle’s voice filled his helmet. “We got coordinates for this so called ship sir?” he said.
    Jango accessed fleet’s database via his HUD.  “Copy.” Jango replied as numbers flashed on his visor. “Not too far from here actually. That makes it somewhat suspicious, especially since it skirted our fleet to get here.”
    “I hear that sir.” Mantle replied. “So is this the sort of recon where we blow something up? Or should I pack lightly.”
    “Oh I think the usual kit will be just fine sergeant.” Jango said.  “I’ll give you five minutes, then I want a team standing by and ready to go.”
    “You got it sir.” Mantle said. “See you in five.”
    Jango closed the Com link and studied Corr. “I’m leaving you in charge for the moment.” he told him. “We got a little intel to collect for fleet.”
    Corr nodded. “Anything I can do to help?”
    Jango shook his head. “Just make sure this place is in once piece for when I get back.” he said. “I don’t want to see any black armor on the roof again.”
    “No problem sir.” Corr replied drawing a very bulky blaster from his holdster and placing it on the table.
    “Glad to hear it.” Jango said opening the door and stepping out of the room.  “Mantle, you got that team ready?”
    “We were ready yesterday sir.” Snake’s deep voice growled.
    “Good.” Jango replied.   Ã¢Â€ÂœI think I can manage to get us a ride too.”
    “Even better.” Snake replied.  “I sorta didn’t feel like walking anyways.”
    Jango switched channels. “Rodriquez, get me fleet on the horn and try to secure us some transportation.”
    “I’d love to sir.” Rodriguez replied.  “Would you like a nice Luxury speeder? Or shall I ask for the usual gunship.”
    “Gunship today.” Jango said walking up the stairway towards the roof. “I’m not into those very classy ships.”
    “Roger.” Rodriquez replied. There was a short pause.  “Got it sir. Fleet’s sending a gunship asap. ETA 2 minutes.”
    Fleet was true to their word. Exactly two minutes passed when Jango heard the roar of engines outside.  He climbed the stairway to the roof and opened the door.  A rush of wind and engine noise met him.  Hovering just above the roof was a Mandalorian Thunderhawk.  It’s troop bay door slid open and the crew chief gestured for them to jump in.
    “This is Thunderhawk 2” The pilot’s voice came over Jango’s COM.  “Fleet said you guys needed a lift?”
    Jango jogged over to the massive ship and greeted the crew chief.
    “This birds a little too big to land.” The crew chief laughed.  “Watch your step sir.”
    Jango stepped into the gunship’s troop bay.  Large enough to fit an entire platoon of fully armed commandos.  Snake, Dominic, Mantle, and Rodriquez were already inside.
    The crew chief slid the door shut and sealed it, completely muffling the sound of the engines.  He tapped the pilot’s shoulder.  The pilot nodded and throttled up.  A thick cloud of dust  circled away from the accelerating gunship as it lifted off.  Jango rested his head on the interior and listened to the steady thrum of the engines.
    Snake looked up. “So did fleet mention what kind of ship we were dealing with here?” he asked. “I mean alien, human, weapons capabilities?”
    “Afraid not.” Jango replied sitting straight again.  “Poor intel is something you should be used to by now anyway Snake.”
    Snake leaned back and didn’t say a word.  Out of habit he began stripping down and meticulately cleaning his rifle.
    “Were nearing the designated DZ sir.” The pilot said over the COM and turning in his seat to face Jango.  “40 seconds.”
    Jango nodded and stood up.  The rest of his squad did the same.  Jango looked into the reflective lenses of their visors.  “You know what to do.” he said simply. “If all possible I want this pilot alive.  No blasting till I give the order understood?”
    “Yes Sir!” the squad replied in unison, snapping to attention.  The pilot’s voice came over the COM once more.
    “Touching down.”  he said.  “We’ll keep the engines hot, may the gods be with you.”
    The crew chief slid the cargo door open as light flooded the interior.  Jango leaped out into the infinite sea of red sand and activated his HUD to scan for lifeforms.  “Fierfek” he swore as the blowing sand made the delicate electronics in his HUD almost useless.  “Stay tight.” He ordered over the squad channel. “Getting separated out here would probably mean the end.”
    Jango lead the way away from the idling Thunderhawk and up a nearby dune.  Nearing the top he went to a prone position and pulled out a pair of long range scanners.  He placed them to his visor and began sweeping the plateau like area in front of him.
    Mantle flopped down next to him.  “I don’t like this sir.” he whispered as whatever was out there was listening to them. “That could be anything out there.”
    Jango nodded but didn’t say anything.  He continued sweeping with the scanners until his keen eye spotted the faint black outline of a small starship.
    Jango lowered the scanners from his visor and handed them to Mantle.  “Run a diagnostic on that silhouette.” he said. “Something tells me I’ve seen it before.”
    Mantle nodded and plugged the scanners into the small data pad he carried with him.  The screen started flashing as the data pad ran through thousands of ships on it’s database. The screen blinked and turned green to indicate a match was found.
    Mantle cocked his head in puzzlement. “That’s odd.” he said pushing several keys.  “It’s a fighter.” he said turning to Jango. “Jedi Class.”
    Jango swallowed hard as hatred began to boil inside him. He knew he had seen a ship like that before.  He remembered back to his childhood when the Jedi came to his homeworld and slaughtered his parents.  These traitors were responsible for the almost near extinction of the Mandalorian race.
    “Prepare to move out.” Jango ordered standing up. There was nothing but ice in his voice.  “We’ll see what our Jedi friend is doing in Mando territory.”

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whoops, i gotta remember not to use christ. in the original copies i wrote i had to edit out the actual curse words for mando ones. thanks for pointing that out. what were ur suggestions for the company names?

ch. 12  "Traitorous Beliefs"

            Sky Marshall Meijers stared through the blast screens of the enormous viewing window.  The red surface of Mars was being ravaged by intense sand storms, and watching the swirling atmosphere from high orbit was breathtaking.
    Meijers sighed and slumped into the bantha hide chair in his private quarters aboard the Mandalorian flagship Basilisk.  He rubbed the bridge of his nose and was tempted to light up one of the Deathsticks he had stashed in the bottom drawer of his desk.
    A harmonized ping sounded indicating a transmission had been received on his private holo feed.  Meijers decided to wait on the Deathstick and leaned forward to answer the transmission.
    “What is it?” he complained leaning back in his chair and opening the bottom drawer once again.
    The holo generator hummed to life and a figure wrapped in a black cloak appeared before him. His face completely shadowed by the large hood over his head.
    “I would choose your words more carefully if I were you Marshall.” The figure hissed in a cold voice.
    Meijers nearly fell out of his chair in surprise. Regaining his composure he knelt on his knee. “My apologies my lord.” He said with his head bowed. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
    “It matters not.” The cold figure replied. “Our fleet in nearly thru the protective asteroid belt that protects this planet.”
    “That is good news my lord.” Replied Meijers, standing up once again. “I assure you our fleet will not intervene.” Meijers paused. “It is becoming increasingly difficult to stall the council from launching an attack.  The Deathwatch are our enemies after all. And if the council gets word of a Deathwatch Armada coming thru the belt an attack would be almost inevitable.”
    The dark figure scowled. “This is of no importance to me, remember, you work for me now Marshall. The Mandalorians are a dying race.  I have shown the Deathwatch leaders the path and you too must follow, or be destroyed.”
    Meijers swallowed hard. “Of course my lord.” His greed overcoming his judgment once again. “Though my original price, I want double.”
    “Price is of no matter to me Marshall.” The figure replied with an evil grin. “You will get your credits I assure you. But if you fail me, I shall reserve the deepest part of hell for your soul.”
    “I understand my lord.” Meijers replied, cold sweat on his brow. “How long must I stall the fleet?”
    “We will be thru the belt in a matter of days.” The dark figure hissed. “You understand that this….weapon, must not be damaged.”
    “Of course my lord.” Meijers replied kneeling once again. “I will not fail you.” Meijers suddenly remembered the small ship that passed them and landed on the surface. “My lord,” He started anxiously, “There is the matter of a small ship that managed to get past us and land on the surface.” Meijers swallowed. “I believe the Jedi know of our plans.”
    The dark figure thought for a moment. “Have your men destroy the Jedi along with his ship. If word gets back to the Jedi council, more Jedi will surely try to intervene with our operation.”
    “I’ll see to it personally my lord.” Meijers replied.
    “Good.” The figure said. “I will be in contact with you within the next few days. I want the Jedi dead by the next time I see you.”   
    With that the feed ended and Meijers was left alone in his quarters.  Sighing he slumped back into his chair and wiped the sweat from his brow with a shaking hand.  How did he get mixed up in this?  When he was appointed Sky Marshall he had certainly not even thought of working with the enemy and betraying his own race.
    Meijers sighed again. Reaching into the bottom drawer, he produced one of the Deathsticks from his personal supply.  Taking a deep hit he wondered how he had even started the filthy habit. He smiled as the chemicals took hold.  On the bright side, look how much credits he was making, he would retire a rich man and the thought pleased him greatly. As traitorous as it was, being employed by the Sith had it’s benefits.