Lieutenant Commander Harger and Ensign Jones both ran down the white hallway. Both of them were in the New Republic Gralli Center for National Research, aka: a propaganda ministry. Both of their pistols were raised and behind them screams and the sound of an alarm was heard. As Ensign Jones turned the corner, two of the other agents of Intelligence Group ‘Acheron’- 2nd Lieutenant Mattemont and Chief Warrant Officer Dond. Both of their silenced pistols were raised as well.
Lieutenant Commander Harger turned back down the hall they had just come from; he looked down, squinting his eyes. Ten New Republic guards carrying rifles ran down the hallway, all of them raised their weapons and began to let loose hell. All the agents hit the other hallway in a heartbeat. Chief Warrant Officer Dond had left a little surprise for the New Republic troops, though- two trip mines, conveniently placed out of their line of vision. A second later, all the Acheron member heard were screams and explosions.
As the group of four reached a door that was supposedly their exit, Harger kneeled down by the door and began to type in the pass code. Mattemont and Jones both covered the stairwell that they had just come down, while Dond was reloading his weapon. Suddenly, the sound of screams from upstairs came again- this time, angry screams. The door suddenly beeped (an affirmative beep, though) and Lieutenant Commander Harger began to slide open the door. An explosion came with it though, fire and ash burst through the door and Harger was flung backward, supposedly knocked out.
“In the name of fuck,” Dond yelled as New Republic heavies opened fire on them from upstairs. Jones pushed his back against the wall and turned to fire a few more shots, one of the New Republic heavies fell off the stairwell- a bullet in his chest. Mattemont was tending to Harger, half of Harger’s neck was seared, and the other half wasn’t in very good condition. Harger then opened his eyes- he spoke his words in a ghostly, and deathly manner.
“I’m fine! Dond, give me the explosives!” Harger spoke and then stood up, heavies began to advance down the stairs, but Dond and Jones stopped this with a few well placed bullets. The bodies rolled down the stairs, Jones quickly swooped out of his hiding spot and picked up two of the rifles. He tossed one to Dond and he kept the other, cocking the weapon, Jones raised it above at the stairs and fired full blast. Dond checked his grenade launcher as the troops came down, quicker this time. Dond aimed and fired, the grenade bounced off of the wall and cut the troops to shreds.
“Dond!” Harger yelled, Dond was busy placing the last of his trip mines on the wall. Harger looked outside the door, trip mines had been placed- he had hurt himself by walking out. They all ran out as Dond covered them, Dond (who held the information that they took from this place and the detonator to the bombs that would take this entire place down) stepped out of the door as the trip mine exploded. Dond flew out of the door, his entire body had been scorched, he turned onto his back and looked up. The barrel of a New Republic rifle was right there- a second later, it popped up in the air and Dond was dead.
Lieutenant Commander Harger turned around and raised his pistol, but it was to late, Dond was dead and they were 200 feet away. Lieutenant Commander Harger, Jones and Mattemont all ran forward, past the hills that they were being pursued on and two hours later, two vigorous hours later they met their LZ. A thousand feet back the barking of watch animals was heard, but, as they neared the landing zone, the
Gozanti-Class Cruiser
Defiance hovered above the ground. It was covered in brush and was radar-invisible.
Suddenly, the hill that they had just crossed was filled with New Republic troops. Harger and Jones were already in, and Mattemont brushed off the brush. He then boarded the vessel, as the shield turned on, New Republic troops began to un-leash hell onto the
Defiance. Inside the cockpit, Mattemont sat at the pilot seat, Harger at the co-pilot, and Jones at the weapons station. The
Defiance flew up and Jones let one single bomb drop onto the New Republic formation.
“Mission failed... we’ll get them next time.”
-- -- -- -- --Commander of Intelligence Sector Three Parker Ferguson sat at his desk looking over the confidential files from the mission marked as ‘Operation Salt Shaker’. He was not pleased with Acheron’s failure, hell- no one would be. The agent marked as ‘Dond’ had been shot mid-route and that had marked the failure, the bomb had also been defused as Dond had also held the detonator. He then called in the Defence Minister (former) of Gralli, the man walked in, looking almost the same as Parker Ferguon.
“What do you suggest we do, Defence Minister. We’ve lost an agent this week- do you want to lose more to rescue this planet? Is it
really worth it?” Ferguson put a large slur on the word ‘really’. He then waited for the Defence Minister to respond. A minute passed, the Defence Minister was obviously thinking.
“One more chance- let your agents have one more chance. They have obviously doubled their defences already, send two of your units in. It would definitely be affective.” The Defence Minister sneered, he was risking Vast Empire lives, not the lives of Gralli. Ferguson began to think this over and dismissed the Defence Minister informing him that he would inform him of his decision. He then pressed the com button and dialied for the Operations Center.
“Director, this is Commander Ferguson. I need four available units and two stealth ships in twelve hours. Get to it.” Ferguson ended the com line, a second later, his com beeped and the Director was on the line. Ferguson accepted the com and pushed back his chair and hiked up his feet, this was going to be a good one.
“Done, sir. You have units Curse, Reaper, Dauntless, and Acheron, who have a replaced agent by the way. I am requisitioning two Frigates, the
Doashim and the
Epsiloni Pride.” Commander of Intelligence Sector Three Parker Ferguson nodded, he then thanked the Director and went back to reading the case file. The com rang again. “Oh, and sir- files deleted.” Ferguson smirked at that last remark.
-- -- -- -- --“Reapers! Wake the hell up!” Lieutenant Commander Bryan Oliver (who had replaced Lieutenant Commander Hargraves after his sudden leave) screamed as he walked through the barracks room of Reaper Intelligence. His Drill Sergeant uniform (which he somehow acquired) was blending in with the bed frames. Tyrol, Atrasin, Bacredi, and Jolinar all got up from their beds immediately and began to suit up for a mission. All of them had bruises over their back and at least one two inch scar.
They all got dressed into their combat gear and headed into the armory, Each one of them picked up their pistols and rifles and immediately headed for the briefing room. Leaving their weapons outside the briefing room, all of them entered to see three other units inside. Each one of them looking almost identical to the Reaper members, the same gear, the same hair, everything... sort of disturbing. Lieutenant Commander Bryan Oliver stood next to Lieutenant Commander Persha and Lieutenant Commander Darin, while the other leader of the remaining unit was not there yet. All the members took their seats.
“Hello, everyone. Yesterday intelligence unit ‘Acheron’ entered orbit of the planet Gralli at o-nine-hundred hours. They went on for three more hours and eventually planted a detonator that would bring the facility down and they took the information they needed. On their way out, an alarm was rung and they all headed for the exit.” Lieutenant Commander Darin ran out of breath and took another. “So, when they reached the exit, Lieutenant Commander Hager, who is in the med bay a we speak, was hit by a blast at the exit. His face has first degree burns.
“Continuing on, the group exited the door, while Dond, the man with all the information and detonator, covered them. Dond was hit by a blast and the other Acheron members were already to far away to cover him. The mission failed and Gralli is still under New Republic control, without the information that they had acquired but did not bring, we cannot launch our siege on the planet.”
“That is why Sector Three Commander, Parker Ferguson, has requested that our units be placed onto the planet Gralli and finish the mission. They have tripled their security according to our contacts, and that is why we need four units. The
Doashim and the
Epsiloni Pride will insert you four thousand kilometers from the planet with two Stealth Freighters. You will then guide yourself down and finish the mission. Those Stealth Freighters are your way out.” Lieutenant Commander Persha finished, he then stepped down from the podium. Bryan Oliver dismissed them all and all of Reaper headed to get their weapons.
- OOC:
- Not the best. C/D and someone post about getting to the shuttle that will take us to the ship...
