TMNS5097
Mission 7.1: Retribution on Ryloth
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It felt wrong to fire our blasters in such a beautiful place.
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A mixture of rock and fallen grapes crunch and burst under my boots, and a warm afternoon sun beams through the endless rows of vine-wrapped trellises. I look out beyond the vineyard to the rolling hills below as a gentle breeze dances across the distant grasses.
I really could retire here, I think.
And then the chatter starts.
“Do you think it’s safe to eat?” I hear from behind me. I turn around.
It’s Clawdite, and he’s holding a grape up to the sunlight in examination.
“How should I know?” Habit says back.
“Well, you usually know stuff like that,” Clawdite says, removing his helmet with his unoccupied hand.
“I really wouldn’t eat it if I were you,” Checkmate says, leaning against a trellis post.
They all turn to me.
“It should be fine,” I say. “It’s just a grape.”
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Checkmate finishes his scan and climbs down from the trellis beam overhead.
“One heat source in that building up ahead,” he says. “And two droids out front.”
The Techno Union officer and his guards, no doubt. I nod, and motion to the others.
Readying our blasters, we emerge from the vines and make our way around the corner. An HK-series assassin droid stands guard, looking around slowly at the empty fields ahead of it.
It’s a shame to kill a droid that can appreciate a view like this, I think.
But I take my fist and slam it against the wall of the building as Checkmate rushes around from the left. The droid sluggishly turns the corner and lifts its blaster towards me, but Checkmate has already blasted it multiple times from behind.
It falls to the ground.
“That’s the slowest assassin droid I’ve ever seen,” Checkmate says.
Habit gestures to a second droid a few yards away, already dead on the ground. “They must’ve been low on battery.”
A cluttered crash echoes from inside the building.
Clawdite kicks down an old wooden door, revealing the Techno Union officer inside, who’s clumsily and hurriedly trying to barricade tables and chairs in front of the windows and doors.
He tries to scurry away, but instead trips on one of the chair legs and falls to the dirt floor, cutting his hand on a wine glass. With nowhere to go, he backs into a corner and begins to plead.
Pathetic, I think.
Checkmate walks over. “We both know our orders, Ink.”
I look at the wine glass the officer cut his hand on and see fresh wine spilled around it. He’s been gorging himself in this abandoned Twi’lek home.
But as the grip tightens on my blaster, I glance at a picture sitting on a shelf.
A Twi’lek family– the family that lived here.
Checkmate leans in closer. “Ink, should I eliminate him?
I see a small toy animal on the floor as well, and a child’s measurements marked on a door frame.
“Not here,” I say. “Not in a place like this.”
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From up on the vineyard hill I watch as Habit and Checkmate walk the officer out into the field down below. Clawdite strolls up behind me.
“Good view,” he says.
A single blaster shot echoes through the silent evening air, and the Techno Union officer collapses in the distance.
“Yeah,” I say. “Pretty sunset, too.”
Clawdite holds out his hand to me, full of grapes.
“Thanks,” I say, taking one.
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Hi! ^^ It's been a few days less than a year since I last uploaded anything here. I've been posting some short films on my YouTube Channel though, and hopefully I'll have time to build a few more MOCs this year. Anyway, thanks for looking and reading! <3
Mission 7.1: Retribution on Ryloth
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It felt wrong to fire our blasters in such a beautiful place.
-----
A mixture of rock and fallen grapes crunch and burst under my boots, and a warm afternoon sun beams through the endless rows of vine-wrapped trellises. I look out beyond the vineyard to the rolling hills below as a gentle breeze dances across the distant grasses.
I really could retire here, I think.
And then the chatter starts.
“Do you think it’s safe to eat?” I hear from behind me. I turn around.
It’s Clawdite, and he’s holding a grape up to the sunlight in examination.
“How should I know?” Habit says back.
“Well, you usually know stuff like that,” Clawdite says, removing his helmet with his unoccupied hand.
“I really wouldn’t eat it if I were you,” Checkmate says, leaning against a trellis post.
They all turn to me.
“It should be fine,” I say. “It’s just a grape.”
-----
Checkmate finishes his scan and climbs down from the trellis beam overhead.
“One heat source in that building up ahead,” he says. “And two droids out front.”
The Techno Union officer and his guards, no doubt. I nod, and motion to the others.
Readying our blasters, we emerge from the vines and make our way around the corner. An HK-series assassin droid stands guard, looking around slowly at the empty fields ahead of it.
It’s a shame to kill a droid that can appreciate a view like this, I think.
But I take my fist and slam it against the wall of the building as Checkmate rushes around from the left. The droid sluggishly turns the corner and lifts its blaster towards me, but Checkmate has already blasted it multiple times from behind.
It falls to the ground.
“That’s the slowest assassin droid I’ve ever seen,” Checkmate says.
Habit gestures to a second droid a few yards away, already dead on the ground. “They must’ve been low on battery.”
A cluttered crash echoes from inside the building.
Clawdite kicks down an old wooden door, revealing the Techno Union officer inside, who’s clumsily and hurriedly trying to barricade tables and chairs in front of the windows and doors.
He tries to scurry away, but instead trips on one of the chair legs and falls to the dirt floor, cutting his hand on a wine glass. With nowhere to go, he backs into a corner and begins to plead.
Pathetic, I think.
Checkmate walks over. “We both know our orders, Ink.”
I look at the wine glass the officer cut his hand on and see fresh wine spilled around it. He’s been gorging himself in this abandoned Twi’lek home.
But as the grip tightens on my blaster, I glance at a picture sitting on a shelf.
A Twi’lek family– the family that lived here.
Checkmate leans in closer. “Ink, should I eliminate him?
I see a small toy animal on the floor as well, and a child’s measurements marked on a door frame.
“Not here,” I say. “Not in a place like this.”
-----
From up on the vineyard hill I watch as Habit and Checkmate walk the officer out into the field down below. Clawdite strolls up behind me.
“Good view,” he says.
A single blaster shot echoes through the silent evening air, and the Techno Union officer collapses in the distance.
“Yeah,” I say. “Pretty sunset, too.”
Clawdite holds out his hand to me, full of grapes.
“Thanks,” I say, taking one.
-
Hi! ^^ It's been a few days less than a year since I last uploaded anything here. I've been posting some short films on my YouTube Channel though, and hopefully I'll have time to build a few more MOCs this year. Anyway, thanks for looking and reading! <3