The sun glowed brightly over the desert planet, but no warmth came from it, at least not in Will’s opinion. What the hell have I done… first day back on the job and my wingman’s already stuck under a pile of scrap. And worse yet, I have no clue if he’s dead or alive. Will looked up at the small pile, relatively speaking compared to the others, that had collected after the pod came to a rest at the foot of the larger mound of metal. Apparently, the pod had skidded down the side of the mountain of scrap, and caused an avalanche affect, causing other pieces of scrap to fall along in its wake. The pieces ended up piling on top of the pod after it came to a stop at the foot of the slope. Maybe I should be glad it didn’t get skewed on one of many sticks like a meatball. Well… how to get him out of there. He started to clear away a few pieces, then realized it was going to take forever by himself. Going over to the viewport, or where he thought the viewport should be, he shoved away a piece, and revealed a corner of it. Peering inside, Will was able to barely make out the silhouette of a man inside, unconscious. The glare of the back light prevented him from seeing any detail. Okay, so he’s in there. Now, to get him out.

“Dee-Ar, do you copy?” Will keyed his comm. No reply. He repeated the statement into the comm. Once again, the only reply he received from the other side was static. Damned thing’s either broken, or my comm is broken.

Twisting the frequencies a bit, Will adjusted to an alternate one used by Nazgul. “This is Nazgul five. Does anyone copy?” Without knowing who might be listening in on the comm frequencies, Will was stuck using his flight number. “I repeat, this is Nazgul five. Nazgul one, come in. Nazgul eleven? Twelve? Anyone?”

Nothing.

Okay, so I know the problem is on my end. Either that… or everyone else’s is broken, which I seriously, and highly, doubt. Yea, there’s no way Shazam’s or Arturo’s would be broken… right? Unless they got theirs taken away somehow, which is not entirely impossible at this point. And then there’s the case with Hunter… He looked like he had a pretty smooth landing… So his should be working right? Well, apparently not. Alright I’m convinced. I’m not at fault here, all theirs are broken. Soooo, not my fault. Will collected his thoughts, then tucked the comm back into a pocket. Now, back to the task at hand, to get DR out of there…

Will turned to the left, nope, no friendlies that way; to the right, no friends that way either, except some droids. Walking up to one, Will said, “Hello there.” The droid turned around, then turned back to its work. Ouch, that hurt. I was just ignored by a droid… a Droid! Will sighed, then started to head back to his own pod. Maybe that droid I accidentally shot, will of some assistance. Standing over the limp body of the droid, Will looked at it, then at the head. Which piece am I supposed to prod? The head or the body? Heck, don’t have the time, I’ll do both. Fortunately, the extra energy had already dissipated from the body, and the droid “woke” from the prodding.

“Oh, it’s you again. Thank you. What happened?” the protocol droid asked innocently.

“Um, I’m not sure, I think my weapon misfired. It must’ve been damaged from the crash. Listen, I was wondering if you’d be able to give me a hand…”

“I am sorry, you are not my master.”

“Yes, but aren’t you a protocol droid? Isn’t it your mandate to help others? Besides, I saved your butt back there. I could’ve just left you to be scraped like everything else here, but noooo, I risked my neck to help you.” Not to mention half the things I just said were lies.

“I see. In that case…”

“Yeah, what do you say, my friend?” Will finished the sentence with a extra cheerful note, hoping the droid bought it.

“I shall help you this once…”

“Great. Here, let me carry that for ya. Must be hard to walk without a head.” Will said as he picked up the droid’s head and proceeded back to DR’s crashed pod.

Once at the crash site, the droid looked at the pile, from Will’s hands, and said, “that is what you need help with.”

“Yep.”

“Come, we will need help…”

With the help of a few more scrapper droids, or rather just the scrapper droids, they were able to clear off the wreckage of the fighter fairly fast. Not that he had a sense of time in any reference. To Will, just sitting there on the side, watching, waiting, as piece by piece the debris were moved away in front of him, became agonizingly slow moments of his life. To him, they seemed to move in slow motion, while his thoughts raced ahead, and through the infinite number of scenarios and outcomes that had occurred, occurring, and could occur that day.

Will made periodical checks around the pod, to make sure there weren’t any structural damages that could, somehow, blow it up or something. On one pass, he noticed that the man inside stirred a bit. After bashing a metal stick against the hull a couple of times, the ringing must’ve gotten to him. The pilot waved his arms around frantically trying to stop the sound, but was unable to move his body due to the safety straps that still held him to the seat, unfortunately. He did, however, manage to unbuckle himself from the harness. After the first few seconds, they both realized there was no way for them to communicate with one another; the pod was completely soundproof. Will tried to make some hand gestures that meant to say he’s going to get him out… DR didn’t get it, and Will gave up trying to talk to, for all he was concerned, a deaf person, and went back to working on the issue on hand.

Will was caught off guard when the transport pulled up behind him. The busy sounds of the junk yard had completely drowned out the hum of the vehicle until it came to a complete stop behind him with a distinct change in the sound output. Honestly, he didn’t expect company. And Will hated surprises. For all he knew, the rest of Nazgul, excluding DR, were either KIA or MIA, and will remain that way until he can somehow reestablish communications with them.

When Will noticed the sound, or lack of, behind him, the first reaction was to turn around to confront the new arrivals. The first thing he saw a big furry ball of a Wookiee on a roof, and he did not recall taking off, or arriving at Sarek with a Wookiee as a squadron mate. It was a no brainer for him to come to the conclusion that, with the Imperial vehicle, these guys were from the local Imperial Outpost. So his second reaction was… shoot it. With a practiced smoothness that only professional smugglers, and those who dealt in the company of, possessed, Will drew his dual blasters from the side, even from his crouched position above the pod, and squeezed off two shots from each pistol before the Wookiee roll off the other side of the roof, out of view. Noting his exposed position above the pod, Will, too, jumped off the top with ease, and proceeded to reload his blasters.

He heard another hatch open on the vehicle, and prepped himself to be shot at. To his surprise, it was Hunter that stood next to the door, yelling at him to stand down. Will didn’t reply. He took a peek around the corner, and then exhaled. It was Hunter alright.

After he walked over to Will, Will said, “It’s good to see that you haven’t died on me yet. Thought you were a goner when you didn’t reply to my attempt at communication.”

“Yeah, there seems to be some sort of jamming going on here. I can’t reach anyone else either. Want to give me a sit-rep?”

Will looked at the Warrant Officer for a sec, then said, “As you probably guessed, I crashed over here in the junkyard, so far, it’s provided pretty good cover for me from any wandering eyes. I befriended a droid, and we are currently in the process of trying to get DR, here, out of his stupid pod. The hatch is stuck.” Will finished is quick report, and then chanced, “What about your side?”

“Like you, I crash landed, took out a couple bastards with me on the way down. Heh. Ran into Ruwe here, Petty Officer, ex-Nazgul. Went MIA a couple missions back. We went and jacked a transport from our neighborhood friendly Imperial Outpost. And picked up Rocket along the way here.”

“Well, first things first, we should get DR out of there. He could be running out of air any time now.”

After Ruwe got DR out, at Will’s expense of his inability to effectively process thoughts at the moments immediately prior to their arrival, they all took a seat on the inside of the vehicle.

“So, Hunter, what’s our course of action now?” Will asked.

“Well.” He said, pondering for a moment before continuing on as if it was the first time he had thought about the current situation. “Our mission is most likely all shot to hell now. Not only did we fail to complete the mission, we’ve got ourselves into quite a bind, actually a number of binds. I have no idea where the rest of my squadron is, save for you guys. So we’ll have to find them. But we have no means of getting a message to them. And on top of it all, we have no way to getting off this God forsaken planet. Just about everyone’s ships have either crashed, or blown up. So to sum it all up, we’re pretty screwed.”

Will scratched his chin, then concluded, “yep, sounds about right. But you haven’t answered my question.”

“I guess the ultimate goal here, for us at this point, would be to get off the planet. But before we do that, we’ll need to regroup with everyone else. So our best bet would be to head into the city. And the only way for us to get there, is through the processing plant. But we can’t do that without first establishing some sort of communication with them. If we’re lucky, they will all have found each other in the city; if not, they’re all scattered to hell like we were a while ago. “

“Now, you said there’s some sort of jamming going on here, since neither yours nor mine works. Truth be told, I almost thought of just chucking it. Didn’t even think of the possibility that it might not have been broken after all. So, I’m guessing that’s our primary goal right now. You guys have any idea how to proceed and how we’re doing on weaponry?”

“We don’t have much in sense of weapon or ammo. So far, you are probably the heaviest armed here. The rest of us have a couple of DL-44s and a couple of E-11s to go around. And as for directions, Ruwe probably knows best. He’s been living out here for a while, so he knows his way around pretty well.”

“Alright, let’s go. I’ll take point. Rocket, you bring up the rear. We’ll have to collect ammo and weapon along the way. Although I hope we won’t have to. For everyone’s sake. ” Will said to everyone while preparing to get up.

“I thought I was the SC here, why are you taking point?”

“You want to stick your head out there first? Be my guest.”

“Maybe later.”

The group of humans exited the vehicle that was now parked to the side of the loading bay to the plant, and moved on on foot, with a Wookiee that stuck out like a sore thumb. The loading bay was quite large, about the size of a hanger bay at least, from what Will could tell. Rails lead from outside to the insides of the complex, where the material that were carried on the carts would obviously be processed. The problem was, the entire opening was protected by some kind of force field. And as far as Will could see, the only things allowed in were the carts.

“Shouldn’t we move in smaller groups? I mean, five is a pretty large group, easy to be detected right? A smaller group can go in, get whatever done, then come back out. The rest can sit and watch their backs.” Hunter piped up.

“Yeah, and who’s gonna come get you when we exit on the other side of the plant? Not to mention the squadron is already pretty damned split up. We’re moving as a team, together, and that’s the end of it. Not trying to undermine your authority as the commander here Hunter. But you’re not exactly thinking clearly in my opinion. Ruwe, you think we can slip in somehow using the rail system?”

“[Yeah, but there’s another scanner not far into the plant. It detects what kind of materials are in the carts then directs the cart to the appropriate dumpster. It’s best if we don’t have to go through it.]”

“What if we do?”

“[Trust me, you don’t.]”

“Alright, then how much time do we have until the cart goes through the second screen?”

“[Twenty seconds? Maybe thirty? I’ve never needed that much time to get off the cart.]”

“Right. We’ll split into two groups for this. The carts will likely be semi full, so I doubt all five of us will fit into a cart together. DR, Rocket, with me. Hunter, go with Ruwe. You’re up first. Look sharp guys, once through the first barrier we got twenty seconds to clear the cart. Unless you want something very unpleasant to happen to you. Move out. Keep close to me.”

Will moved along the wall with DR and Rocket close behind him. When the next cart approached, they sprinted to it, and then pulled themselves into the cart. Going through the magnetic barriers never used to concern Will. He did it all the time, going in and out of the hanger bays in a fighter. But this, this was something new. And he wasn’t sure it was 100% safe. Plus there’s the uncertainty that something might go very wrong. As the cart sailed through the barrier, Will had a slight feeling, a six sense, as an image of his insides all lined up and then were distorted by the barrier. Without looking, he closed his eyes and jumped out. His feet hit the ground slight later than anticipated, and his knees buckled out of reflex, and pushed himself into a roll.

“Well, that wasn’t too bad.” Will shook off the fall lightly and looked around. Hunter was rubbing an elbow, while DR was busy getting out of the way from the next incoming cart. Ruwe was already on his knees securing the perimeter.

“Damned thing singed my flight suit.” Hunter whined.

“Everybody in one piece? Good, let’s go.” Will asked without expecting an answer, and as a joke directed at Hunter, who he guess couldn’t feel an arm at the minute. “Ruwe, you know where we might find said jamming device?”

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Ruwe had gone along with Will’s plan for the last while without question. It wasn’t that Ruwe didn’t have any plans himself, but he figured it would be better if someone else took the reins for a bit and he would be the informant. Ruwe had been into the plant more than a few times since he had been on Sarek. So far Will had done everything Ruwe had done to get into the plant. Minus the one small excursion where he accidentally banged his head off of a beam and ended up past the second barrier. That would have made a real mess of me if I hadn’t recovered quickly. Thank the Force.

Ruwe snapped back to the current situation with a shiver. Those kind of thoughts were what made most end up dead. Ruwe hopped out of the cart with ease and was already in a crouched position with his rifle up. Sweeping left and right with barrel he made sure there was no security droids. Perimeter secured. For the moment at least. Ruwe looked through the barrier they had just came through. So far no security droids, no alarms, nothing. Ruwe heard a few mumbles and complaints about the barrier. Personally himself, he didn’t feel a thing.

Will spoke up quickly enough for their next objective. “Ruwe, you know where we might find said jamming device?”

Ruwe paused for a minute. He did recall on one of his excursions that there was an operations center of a sort. “[There’s an ops center about a click and a half in once we get through this part of the plant. There’s two more doors before we get to that point though. Some minimum security, a few easily by-passable motion cameras, and a door with clearance on it. The ops center could be where the jamming device is, it might not. It’s the only thing that looks like it could be, seeing as there is an uplink dish of a sort nearby as well.]”

Will looked about at everyone first before he said anything. “Everyone seems fine. You know the way though Ruwe. So I think you should take point on this and get us to that ops center. Until we get there, you call the shots. You’re a helluva lot more familiar with this place than we are.”

Ruwe let out a small breath. Not everyday you get a lieutenant giving you the chance to call all of the shots. Ruwe nodded at Will before laying out his plan. “[Aye sir. There’s an access panel right here that leads into the facilities. It’s a bit of a tight for me but otherwise accessible enough.]” Ruwe walked over to the panel and quickly ripped it out. “[Since we ain’t coming back through here, there’s no need to keep things pretty.]” Ruwe slid through the gap head first. He had to wiggle a little bit to get all the way through. After the last of himself squeezed through, he quickly turned the forward motion into a quick roll, and came up in kneeled position with rifle up.

The walls were slightly rusted as everything else in the plant seemed to be. Ruwe crouched walked along the right side of the hall. Will was the second to come through the access hatch. Ruwe motioned for him to take the opposite side of the hall. Moving to the end of the hall, they checked opposite corners. They both motioned that each others corner was all clear. Ruwe looked back at the access hatch. The rest were all through and were waiting silently. Ruwe motioned them all up to his position. Barely above a whisper he spoke to them all, “[All clear. We need to fan out along the hallways. Will and I will take point. Hunter, you’ll be next along then DR and rocket. DR and Rocket, you two will cover our rear. All of you check your corners, even after we have. Cameras are all focused in the direction we are going and not where we’re coming from so we can easily take them out. If you spot security droids fall back a corner before you take it out. That way the cameras won’t see anything.]”

Everyone nodded heads with some more serious and solemn expressions. Seems things are getting quite a lot more serious now. Their lives depend on my accurate intel and their own Nazgul luck. It should hold out a little bit longer at least. Ruwe nodded to them all and slipped around the corner. Quickly moving up the hallway, he and Will both checked each others corner. All clear was given. Ruwe easily reached up and disabled the cameras on both corners. Another quick nod and Will slipped around the corner. Will stopped short in the hallway and pointed at another camera watching a wide set of doors with windows at the end of the hallway. Door number one. Ruwe disabled the camera as well here.

Reaching the doors, Will and himself ducked just under the windows. Looking back he checked on the rest. Hunter was in cover of a doorway, DR was on the left side of the hall watching the hall they came from, and Rocket was in a doorway on the right side watching the opposite end of the hall they were in. Ruwe peaked through the window. One security droid, two cameras, and door number two. Ruwe made a few hand signals to Will in hopes he would understand. He nodded all the same even if he wasn’t quite sure. Ruwe opened the door and silently padded forward. Luckily the droid was behind the cameras and also facing the other way. Grabbing his Ryyk ceremonial blade he quickly dispensed of the droid with a swift cutting motion. Picking up both parts he moved them to the side of the hallway. Disabling the cameras he motioned with his hand. Moving to the next set of doors he waited for Will and Hunter to join him. DR and Rocket both watched through the other door as Will and Hunter joined Ruwe.

“[Okay so this is the last door. The last time I went through here there wasn’t anything guarding the doors but I have a feeling that they will this time. After we get through here though there’s an immediate left. There’s a small alleyway along this building and a bunch of other buildings about twenty feet away. We need to get in there as quick as possible. There’s a patrol that comes by every three minutes. The next one comes by in about a minute. As soon as it passes we need to dispose of anything guarding the doors. After, we go down the alleyway about four buildings, which then we get to the ops center.]”

Will and Hunter both nodded in confirmation. Hunter spoke up, “What happens when we get to the ops center then?”

Ruwe gave him a slightly tired look. “[Not much time for that right now. We need to get into that alleyway first. Then I’ll explain more as we get closer. These buildings ain’t small by any means.]” Hunter got a bit of a sour look on his face from the answer but ended up not saying anything. Will looked to be in pain from holding in a smile or something of the sort. I hope that doesn’t earn me a tongue lashing later on. “[Twenty seconds guys. Remember I’m not sure if there is anything so be ready for anything.]” All three of them readied themselves mentally and physically for whatever was on the other side of the doors.

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Slightly lacking in quantity this post but just a little bit busy lately. But it leaves off something for hunter or willt to go with. 1277 words.

Ruwe mentally ticked off the last few seconds. Three...two...one... “[Now!]” Ruwe burst through the door and ran head long into the back of a super battle droid. Quickly drawing his Kerarthorr blades from their spot on his utility belt, he slashed the hydraulics tubes on the backs of the legs while the droid was recovering from being knocked forward. Instantly it collapsed to its knees as hydraulic fluid leaked out. Slashing the tubes on the backs of the arms, more fluid leaked as it tried to grab for him and the arm remained motionless. Quickly storing the blades he unsheathed his long blade. Flipping it in his hands easily he brought the blade down into the head of the super battle droid. The body twitched as its circuits were cut and scrambled.

Withdrawing the weapon he looked at the others. It seems there was more than just the one. Hunter and Will had taken out the other super battle droid while Rocket and DR covered them from the doorway. Nodding towards the alleyway, Ruwe lead the way. Moving quickly along the alleyway, he stopped at the other end of the alley between buildings. “[Ok, everyone here?]” Ruwe looked at the four nodding faces. “[We only have another minute or so and someone is going to find those droids. We need to get to that ops center doubly quick. So try and keep up and try not to be seen. We’re going to move at my speed now.]”

Ruwe checked around the corner quickly. Nothing. Good. Let it be the same for others and the ops center. Crossing the open ground quickly he kept moving through the next alleyway without pause. No time to wait for the others. Repeating the same with the next corners he came up to the last one. Checking around the corner he spied the ops center they were looking for. Quickly checking back, the others had just made it into the final alleyway and we’re hurrying towards him. Ruwe studied the ops center. No guards around it. Maybe two guards inside and possibly four technicians. Split into two groups and we can probably take them all out at the same time relatively.

Ruwe looked back in time for all the rest to just catch up. Hunter, ahead of the rest started slowing down and tripped on a crack in the ferrocrete, and landed face first with an audible “Ow”. Ruwe quickly picked him up and set him on his feet. The others all snickered slightly and whispers  Ruwe heard in the distance the faint sound of an alarm going off. Well we can’t be tardy about anything and we definitely can’t go back the way we came now. “[Ok, there’s the ops center. I should guess there isn’t anymore than two or three guards, and maybe four or five technicians in there as well. I haven’t been in there myself so I know no more than you all do.]”

Will and Hunter both glanced at each other as if to say who wanted to make the plans this time. Hunter gave a resigned sigh and started, “Ok. Here’s what we’ll do then. Ruwe and DR, since your long time friends and I assume you still know how each other works, you’ll go in and take out the technicians. Will, Rocket, and I will take out the guards. Rendezvous back at the front door afterwards and we’ll take this place out from there.”

All nodded in agreement of the plan. Ruwe checked the corner again. Seeing no one he sprinted to the door in nine long strides. DR was close behind. Nodding quickly they stood to each side of the door. Drawing his Kerarthorr blades again he opened the door and stepped in. The front room was empty except for a receptionist desk. To his immediate left and right were rooms with tall computer modules. Maybe more than four technicians. Ruwe motioned to the left, and DR followed him through. Walking slowly and quietly along the ends of the aisles he looked down each row before moving to the next. There was only eight rows and as far as he could tell the building was symmetrical. The fifth row had a basic B1 battle droid patrolling, moving in the opposite direction. Quickly and deftly he swiped and the head came clean off. Back slashing into the neck the blade easily cut through the operating system in the chest.

Pulling the blade out he looked back at DR covering the end of the aisle. Ruwe continued to the other end and motioned to DR to stay on that side and keep moving down the aisle. No more were in the aisles. It wasn’t till they were at the back end of the room that they heard blaster fire. Always has to turn into all out guns blazing. “[Best we help them out DR. Sounds like they got a super in there that seen them first.]” DR nodded and moved back to the doorway. Grabbing his rifle he blasted a shot into the ends of all the computer modules on his way back to the door. Maybe one of those at least partially unblocked the signal jammer.

Ruwe hurried into the room along with DR to help the others. Quickly dive rolling behind the computer modules he felt and smelt a blaster bolt singe hairs on his back. Kriffing super battle droids and their built in blasters and tracking system. Ruwe moved along the computers to the other end and peeked around the corner. An onslaught of blaster bolts met him, and he almost didn’t move out of the way quick enough. Okay then. Two supers, probably another B1 as well. Where are the technicians though? Ruwe stood and looked up to the top of the computer modules. Not too tall by his standards. Jumping up he grabbed the ledge and hoisted himself high enough to see to the opposite end of the room. Sure enough was two supers, and a regular B1. Is that a door they’re protecting? Maybe the technicians are in the back storage area.

Ruwe lowered himself back down to the floor. DR was right there waiting for him. “What do we do know? Because there is no way I am going to charge up there in a hail of blaster fire.”

Ruwe looked at him smugly. “[Well I guess it’s a good thing then that I have a couple of grenades with me that will do the trick just nicely.]” Ruwe reached into his rucksack and picked out two grenades. At that moment there was nothing more he really wanted to see then broken pieces of droids flying everywhere. Hitting the button to activate the grenade he cooked it for a couple of seconds before blind throwing it around the corner. A loud crack boom sound resounded through the room. Utter silence followed.

“Is everyone ok?” Ruwe heard what sounded like Hunter call out. A few murmurs of quick confirmation concluded no one was injured. Nazgul luck is still holding out. I fear it won’t too much longer though. Ruwe quickly wiped away the frown on his face. Walking to the door that the droids were protecting, he picked his way through the broken droid parts, and limbs. Grabbing the handle of the door he jiggled it as it was locked. Could have bet a good thousand credits it would have been locked.

“[Eh Hunter, Will. I think those droids were protecting this door. Far as I can tell there has been no technicians so I assume they’re in here.]”

They all picked their way through the droid parts except Hunter, who purposely plowed through them and kicked them all. Hunter looked at them all as they gave him a dirty look. “What? It ain’t like I’m kicking you guys around. It’s just scrap now anyways. Forget about that though. Can you get the door open?”

Ruwe gave a small resigned sigh that he himself only could hear. Has to make enough noise to drown out blaster fire, and grenades mixed. “[Yeah I can probably boot the door open or blast it if I can’t boot it open. It’s only a simple hinged metal door.]” Taking a step back he kicked the door. As planned the door gave and it swung inwards. Blasters and rifles all aimed inwards at nothing but an empty room save for some cables and wires. Ruwe entered the room while the rest stayed behind. There was just no more room for anyone else with a Wookiee in the small room. Ruwe looked amongst shelving spaces for any kind of special switch that might do something.

“Hey guys I think I found the switch that will shut this place down.” Ruwe looked out the door at Rocket who was pointing at a big lever switch on the side of a computer module.

Will looked at Rocket expectantly. “Well? What are you waiting for then Rocket? Shut her down.”

“Aye sir.” Rocket flipped the switch and instantly all the lights on the computer modules went out. After those the overhead lights flicked off and the backups came on. Just as the backups came on, he heard an air pressure lock hiss open. Pointing his rifle in the direction the sound came from, he seen nothing except for more shelves. Hearing a slight click from the floor he noticed a raised panel in the floor. Grasping the edge he picked it up to reveal a tunnel leading down.

“[I think you guys should all see this.]” Ruwe pointed at the tunnel as they all came to the doorway to look. “[I’ll wager every credit that I will ever have in my name again, that the tunnel right there leads us to the terrorists and probably deeper into the city as well.]” Ruwe looked at the others. All were staring at the tunnel with blank faces. “[Only question is. Who goes in first?]”

Before anyone could say anything, is comm crackled and spitted out words, “Gnnzzzccrrhhhgul ten. Can anyone read me? I’m under heavy fire from rebel blasters. Position; inside the city, what looks to be like an office building. I have with me two injured Nazgul’s, eleven and twelve. Currently with loyalist supporters. Attempting to find transport out of this sticky situation.”

The transmission cut out suddenly. Everyone looked at each other. “[I’m thinking we had better get down this tunnel and find out what is at the other end. Maybe get this whole thing done and over with.]” Everyone nodded in agreement. Ruwe lowered himself down the tunnel first, not knowing what exactly was waiting at the end. I don’t know who ten, eleven, and twelve are exactly, but they’re from Nazgul and that’s good enough for me.

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1811 words...that should get someones ass in gear and post something...if its any from my group and want to know where im going with this, pm me and ill tell you wut the plan is that me and drac came up with to end this story