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OPERATION 2: The Invasion | Dark Times RPG
STORY: The ship landed with a loud hiss. It was the same town where he had spent many a rotation during the war, but something felt... off. Stepping off the ship, Pyer immediately noticed. It was the quiet. Hundreds of citizens were gathered in the street, none saying a word. He could feel the hopelessness, the sense of defeat. This once powerful and thriving Sepratist center had been reduced to a memory of better times. "Let them writhe in their loss, I will not be the same. I have a job to do," he thought. Hurrying across the street, Pyer kept his head down to not draw attention.
He recognized the high-rising tan building immediately with its distinct crescent logo: The Corporate Alliance treasury. He had been compensated for his smuggling missions here many times. The now abandoned building would likely have some extra credits in his safe, and money was the one thing he needed after the price he paid the Informant. He snuck in the door, and began climbing the steps.
He got off on floor 8, recounting the way from a time since passed. He saw the wall of safes, and put in the combo to his own. Pyer stopped. A distinct rumbling rang in his ears, then faint laser blasts, then louder explosions. The rumbling was getting closer, he could feel it. He stepped back from the safe. Dread overcame him. "Dank farrik! know that sound. That's a--" the blast came clean through the window and hit the wall across from him. The force of the blast carried him off his feet and knocked him against the safes. Dizzy, he got up and looked through the shattered window. There he saw what he expected. A Juggernaut tank and a platoon of clones were sacking the city. Buildings were in flames and debris fell from high rises. Fighters zipped past the window, dropping bombs on clusters of buildings off to the side. "I have to go. Now." Snatching up the credits, taking out his blaster, staying low and out of sight, he fled.
OPERATION 2: The Invasion | Dark Times RPG
STORY: The ship landed with a loud hiss. It was the same town where he had spent many a rotation during the war, but something felt... off. Stepping off the ship, Pyer immediately noticed. It was the quiet. Hundreds of citizens were gathered in the street, none saying a word. He could feel the hopelessness, the sense of defeat. This once powerful and thriving Sepratist center had been reduced to a memory of better times. "Let them writhe in their loss, I will not be the same. I have a job to do," he thought. Hurrying across the street, Pyer kept his head down to not draw attention.
He recognized the high-rising tan building immediately with its distinct crescent logo: The Corporate Alliance treasury. He had been compensated for his smuggling missions here many times. The now abandoned building would likely have some extra credits in his safe, and money was the one thing he needed after the price he paid the Informant. He snuck in the door, and began climbing the steps.
He got off on floor 8, recounting the way from a time since passed. He saw the wall of safes, and put in the combo to his own. Pyer stopped. A distinct rumbling rang in his ears, then faint laser blasts, then louder explosions. The rumbling was getting closer, he could feel it. He stepped back from the safe. Dread overcame him. "Dank farrik! know that sound. That's a--" the blast came clean through the window and hit the wall across from him. The force of the blast carried him off his feet and knocked him against the safes. Dizzy, he got up and looked through the shattered window. There he saw what he expected. A Juggernaut tank and a platoon of clones were sacking the city. Buildings were in flames and debris fell from high rises. Fighters zipped past the window, dropping bombs on clusters of buildings off to the side. "I have to go. Now." Snatching up the credits, taking out his blaster, staying low and out of sight, he fled.