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Mission 17.3 : Riots on Corellia
DESIGNATION: CC-1807
NICKNAME: Scout
RANK: ARC Commander grade II
UNIT: Vornskr Brigade, 3rd Regiment of the 253rd Elite Legion
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"Scout it's Atin, we've scrapped the last of the B2s our sector is all clear. No sign of any crab droids though... didn't command say there would be crab droids?"
"Affirmative Atin, we could have just gotten lucky. Bring your squad back to our staging point, once we've regrouped we're going to link up with Blaze Company and reinforce our left flank."
"It's about time Lucky shared that luck of his, aye vod? We're en-route, see you in five minutes commander, Atin out."
(Atin's voice is suddenly replaced by another, Scout instantly recognizes it as Sergeant Hound the leader of 5th squad, he's breathing hard and clearly running. In the background the sound of blaster fire and shouting can be heard.)
"Scout!! Feir'fek... Come in Scout!"
"I read you Hound go ahead."
"Sir you've got incoming! We were engaged by two crab droids on our way back to the rv point, one slipped away and is headed torwards you! We're in pursuit!"
(Suddenly there is a loud crash at the end of the hallway, Scout looks up just in time to see a Crab droid slide across the durasteel grating, it's six limbs flailing as it smashes into two clone troopers. Scout flinches as their bodies hit the wall with a sickening crunch, as a result he barely has enough time to draw his DC-17s and alert his men before the droid is barreling towards him)
"CONTACT!"
(Two squads worth of troopers drop into firing positions and begin to send searing streaks of blue plasma towards the droid, but despite their skill the droid is moving far to fast for their fire to be effective. Cursing Scout holds his ground blazing away at the glowing red photoreceptor in the center of the droid's body, but the droid rears up on its hind legs, protecting it's brain with it's front legs. It puts on a sudden burst of speed and smashes through the loose semicircle of troopers. Before Scout can get clear the droid batter's him to the ground nearly knocking him into a river of molten steel. Cursing Scout rolls onto his back just in time to see Tracker get smacked across the room and another trooper fly into a pile of crates. Blaster bolts ping harmlessly off of the droids tough armor as it advances, knocking Scout's remaining pistol out his hand and prepares to crush the clone commander. With no where to go Scout draws his combat blade and plunges the heavy dagger into joint behind the legs armor plating. The crab droids eye blinks once and then goes dark as the rest of the droid falls to the ground it's legs no longer supporting the droids hulking mass. Scout stairs at his knife with disbelief and pulls it free from the leg that is pinning him to the ground. Ignoring his current predicament Scout activates his helmet comms.)
"Vornskr status report!"
"Squad six up, no casualties."
"Squad five is up, no casualties."
"Squad four, Trace and Rook are wounded, but other than that we're good."
"Squad three is up, no casualties."
"Squad two, Chemist, Zero and Hazard are dead. Tracker and Spade are unconscious and Doc is wounded."
Squad one, Burner and 88 are kia, Able's arm is pretty messed up and you're trapped under a crab droid."
"Feir'fek... Someone help me get this pile of bolts off of me."
"Hold on sir the General has you."
(Suddenly the crab droid floats off of Scout and is sent sailing across the room. Scout gingerly slides away from the river of molten metal and takes Zsiva's outstretched hand.)
"I take it, you were the one responsible disabling that shabuir?"
"I was."
"And here I was thinking I had a magic knife... Thank you General."
"I was only doing my duty Commander, I'm sorry I couldn't save the rest of your men... If only I was faster..."
"Did you complete your mission?"
Yes.
"Good, then their deaths won't be in vain. Now let's go kill the bastard..."
"Very well, they won't be forgotten. Lead the way Commander...
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“So, commander, you're finally warming up to the Jedi?
“He saved our lives.”
“Eh… I’m still sceptical”
“Shut up di’kut”
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Oh boy that was a long one.
Pardon the log if it feels a bit choppy, I was a little distracted with some school work ( if it's really bad please let me know : P ). I'm also looking for some story suggestions in terms of "breaking the ice" between the squad and their new Jedi General, I feel like I did a mediocre job starting that here so I'm open to ideas.
As always thanks for viewing and I hop you guys are all staying safe and healthy during this crazy pandemic!
- Tommy
Mission 17.3 : Riots on Corellia
DESIGNATION: CC-1807
NICKNAME: Scout
RANK: ARC Commander grade II
UNIT: Vornskr Brigade, 3rd Regiment of the 253rd Elite Legion
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"Scout it's Atin, we've scrapped the last of the B2s our sector is all clear. No sign of any crab droids though... didn't command say there would be crab droids?"
"Affirmative Atin, we could have just gotten lucky. Bring your squad back to our staging point, once we've regrouped we're going to link up with Blaze Company and reinforce our left flank."
"It's about time Lucky shared that luck of his, aye vod? We're en-route, see you in five minutes commander, Atin out."
(Atin's voice is suddenly replaced by another, Scout instantly recognizes it as Sergeant Hound the leader of 5th squad, he's breathing hard and clearly running. In the background the sound of blaster fire and shouting can be heard.)
"Scout!! Feir'fek... Come in Scout!"
"I read you Hound go ahead."
"Sir you've got incoming! We were engaged by two crab droids on our way back to the rv point, one slipped away and is headed torwards you! We're in pursuit!"
(Suddenly there is a loud crash at the end of the hallway, Scout looks up just in time to see a Crab droid slide across the durasteel grating, it's six limbs flailing as it smashes into two clone troopers. Scout flinches as their bodies hit the wall with a sickening crunch, as a result he barely has enough time to draw his DC-17s and alert his men before the droid is barreling towards him)
"CONTACT!"
(Two squads worth of troopers drop into firing positions and begin to send searing streaks of blue plasma towards the droid, but despite their skill the droid is moving far to fast for their fire to be effective. Cursing Scout holds his ground blazing away at the glowing red photoreceptor in the center of the droid's body, but the droid rears up on its hind legs, protecting it's brain with it's front legs. It puts on a sudden burst of speed and smashes through the loose semicircle of troopers. Before Scout can get clear the droid batter's him to the ground nearly knocking him into a river of molten steel. Cursing Scout rolls onto his back just in time to see Tracker get smacked across the room and another trooper fly into a pile of crates. Blaster bolts ping harmlessly off of the droids tough armor as it advances, knocking Scout's remaining pistol out his hand and prepares to crush the clone commander. With no where to go Scout draws his combat blade and plunges the heavy dagger into joint behind the legs armor plating. The crab droids eye blinks once and then goes dark as the rest of the droid falls to the ground it's legs no longer supporting the droids hulking mass. Scout stairs at his knife with disbelief and pulls it free from the leg that is pinning him to the ground. Ignoring his current predicament Scout activates his helmet comms.)
"Vornskr status report!"
"Squad six up, no casualties."
"Squad five is up, no casualties."
"Squad four, Trace and Rook are wounded, but other than that we're good."
"Squad three is up, no casualties."
"Squad two, Chemist, Zero and Hazard are dead. Tracker and Spade are unconscious and Doc is wounded."
Squad one, Burner and 88 are kia, Able's arm is pretty messed up and you're trapped under a crab droid."
"Feir'fek... Someone help me get this pile of bolts off of me."
"Hold on sir the General has you."
(Suddenly the crab droid floats off of Scout and is sent sailing across the room. Scout gingerly slides away from the river of molten metal and takes Zsiva's outstretched hand.)
"I take it, you were the one responsible disabling that shabuir?"
"I was."
"And here I was thinking I had a magic knife... Thank you General."
"I was only doing my duty Commander, I'm sorry I couldn't save the rest of your men... If only I was faster..."
"Did you complete your mission?"
Yes.
"Good, then their deaths won't be in vain. Now let's go kill the bastard..."
"Very well, they won't be forgotten. Lead the way Commander...
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“So, commander, you're finally warming up to the Jedi?
“He saved our lives.”
“Eh… I’m still sceptical”
“Shut up di’kut”
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Oh boy that was a long one.
Pardon the log if it feels a bit choppy, I was a little distracted with some school work ( if it's really bad please let me know : P ). I'm also looking for some story suggestions in terms of "breaking the ice" between the squad and their new Jedi General, I feel like I did a mediocre job starting that here so I'm open to ideas.
As always thanks for viewing and I hop you guys are all staying safe and healthy during this crazy pandemic!
- Tommy