Garryll Gates and several other stormtroopers of the Dark Dragoons had been assigned by higher command to hunt down a few dozen escaped desperadoes, on request of the Moff.

Gates was sitting in the main hall of the barracks. Several other stormtroopers and Dragoons were sitting there as well.  Amongst them, Gates, Alhzen, and Orobos. Most of the soldiers contracted for the mission were privates, with only a smattering of PFCs, and only two non-commissioned officers- Orobos and Gates.

A lieutenant and a government official walked into the room. The room's soldiers stood and saluted.

"You stormtoopers have been summoned here to serve as a strike force to neutralize a party of escaped criminals. The commanding officers of this raid are Corporals Orobos and Gates."

Gates, arms crossed, nodded to the Lt. and his fellow Dragoon.

"You have the authorization to use deadly force if necessary. We'd like these men and women back alive, but it isn't necessary if it puts your men at risk. Go now. Intel is on your datapads."

The Lt. and the civilian left. The troops also filed out of the room, spreading to different parts of the base.

Gates went to the hanger, where his black LAAT/i was sitting in the middle of the room. Gates sat on the dropship's deck, and unpacked his backpack, holding his Whisper Sniper rifle, DC-15, and a few pistols, and a load of ammo.

Gates greeted his fellow Dragoon, then went back to looking at his datapad. More of the enlisted stormtroopers filed in.

Gates read:

This mission is of a medium-high priority. The government has lost control of a transport of dangerous criminals, some on their way to individual solitary confinement. During their transport, the electronics glitched, setting the prisoners free. They killed every guard and most of the crew on board the ship. Then, they split up; most were apprehended with the day. However, 2 dozen got away, all hardened criminals, rebel saboteurs, and a few enforcers and mercenaries. Among them:

-Gitliry (no last name): ex-Black Sun boss. Personally executed a dozen Imperial Officers. Species: Trandoshan. Threat level: Moderate. Destination: Life Sentence.
-Hines Gurson: Rebel infiltrator. Blew up two transports carrying a half dozen AT-STs. Species: Human. Threat Level: high Destination: Execution.
-Bralor (no last name): ex-Mandolorian mercenary. Killed four hundred during a raid into Imperial territory; psychotic. Species: Mandolorian. Threat level: Very high Destination: Life sentence in solitary confinement.
-Henry Kiney: ex-Black Sun enforcer. Largely a gangster; killed dozens of Imperials with bombs and rockets. Species: Human. Threat Level: moderately low. Destination: Life time confinement.
-Yvethea (no last name): ex-Imperial Demolitions expert. Was court-martialed for destruction of Imperial Propery and the slaughter of a platoon of Imperial Stormtroopers during a raid; psychotic. Species: Human. Threat Level: Very high Destination: Execution.

"Great!" Gates moaned. "We're dealing with psychos and guys who make it a career of killing people like us!"

"Then we'll just kill em first," Alhzen said.

"Amen to that!" said another Stormtrooper, sharpening a knife.

"100 creds to the one who knocks off the deserter!" Gates said, checking a clip/

Orobos walked into the hanger with his customized stormtrooper armour on his A280 battle rifle hanging from his shoulder, two grenades, his vibroaxe on his back, a DC-15s pistol and a vibroknuckler on his right hand. He was really going all out for this mission.

Orobos saw Garyll and Alzhen on the back of the back of a black LAAT/i. He walked over and sat up beside him. He reached over stowing his equipment in a small place before turning back to his squad mates.

"What's this?" he asked looking over at Garrylls datapad.There was a list of five names each with a description of the person and what their crimes where. Orobos stared at the screen giving off a greenish glow.

"They're the guys we are going after," Garryll replied,

"Crazy isn't it?" Alzhen said,

"Yeah," Orobos said, looking at the list again, "A whole platoon?"

"Yup,"

"That's why we're going after them,"

"Like I'm ok with it I just never would've thought that five men could kill that many, well except the Mandolorian. So what's he doing?" Orobos said pointing at a small technician running quickly across the hull of the LAAT/i.

"He's just doing a quick check on it before we leave."

"Looks like he's done now," Orobos said as the technician walked out of the hanger.

Alhzen lurched forward as the shuttle took off. "Uggh, I hate flying." he grunted as he put his blaster rifle and vibrosword and placed it on his lap. He felt a blunt poke on the side of his leg and looked over seeing his blaster pistol japped at his side. Though wearing armour he still felt it. He unholstered the pistol and placed it with his other items.

He sighed and pulled out his datapad with the half completed book saved on to its memory card. He opened the file up and began writing a small piece on cybernetics. When Alhzen checked over his armour completely white besides a few spots of black. He also saw a new red cross on his right arm which meant he was a medic probably the reason he was picked to be on the mission.

He sighed and scratched his head remembering the day of training and the countless hours of studying and writing. He also remembered finished top of the class there. He looked down at his helmet and the prominent frown on the face. When I get back to my room I am going to change that frown to a smile. That will probably the worst thing in the world, seeing a twisted smile on the face of thier killer. he thought as he put his legs on the empty seat beside him getting comfortable for the trip.

30 Minutes Later

Alhzen woke up as he heard a loud "CLANG" and he looked over to another side of the ship where someone had accidentally dropped a vibroblade. The loud noise woke him and 3 other people up suddenly braking the silence in the ship which got a few people talking. He sighed as he looked around and sat up cracking his neck which had a kink in it.

Wonder where we will find that group and when we will get there. he thought and sighed. He rested his chin on his fist and his elbow on his leg and yawned. He saw a group of 4 in the corner playing cards. Alhzen walked towards them and watched them the one Twi'lek on the end had a very large sum well the amount a member of the army would make near him. He then laid down his cards and pulled in another hand of money. One guy on the left seemed frustrated and walked away from the table angrily.

The stormtroopers were smoking, drinking a bit, and gambling - it was just something to do. Gates was smoking, but not playing cards. He was fine for now. Then his datapad made a noise.

He looked at it. "You gotta be kidding me." he whispered while laughing under his breath. "Here Orobos, lookit this!" He tapped the larger soldier on the shoulder.

"They're camped on this rock where they got stuck! They ran out of cash, and are holed up in this town, they're turning it into an anti-Imperial hole!"

There was a small town that had a single hanger. It had twenty or so buildings, and a few pubs.

"We'll land here, at the main settlement, then take the LAAT/i right here," he pointed to an area just outside of a half-mile. "Then, two of the three squads will infiltrate, from the north and south. The third squad will stay on the dropship until we call for some quick evac or fire support. They apparently have huge support amongst the people and are armed. Expect heavy resistance."

-30 minutes later-

The modified shuttle dropped the stormies off. They left the shuttle with militaty presicion, to a salute by the hanger security. "Pretty," Gates remarked.

"Hope we get to blow somethin' up soon." grumbled a stormtrooper. He drew a few laughs, that no one could hear outside their helmets. They had arrived.

the stormtroopers piled into a trio of speeder trucks; Orobos, Gates, and Alhzen in one with the head of security, then four men in the furthest back truck and three in the front truck.

"Yes, yes," said the Twi'lek. "So my name is Ly'tilnaltin. You can call my Li" he said as Gates, having taken off his helmet to show the guy some respect, looked on with a rather intimidated expression at the name. "I'm really the only cop whose not under their heal at the moment. They've taken over town hall, and are stirring half of the ghetto into a frenzy. They took over the police armory - unfortunately, there was a recent drop-off by the central command for protection against an uprising here."

"So they've got E-11s?!?!" Alhzen asked incredulously.

"Thank god no." said Gates, "It's Imperial policy to only drop off light stun weapons and gas weapons; if its deadly, then its pretty low-spec. Reliable, not powerful."

The officer stuck one of his eye brows up, when one of the soldiers in the front truck screamed on the first frequency, "RPG!!!"

Gates slammed his helmet on. The first truck flipped, thrown by the explosive that had detonated a few feet ahead of it.

"Everybody out! Go, go, go!" Gates kicked open his door, followed by Orobos on the other side; the Twi'lek and Alhzen followed Gates out. Gates brought his sniper's rifle to his shoulder, fired two quick shots. It caught the RPG shooter in the shoulder and hand. He fell, screaming. Then the stormtroopers opened fire on a small mob of what looked like ragged militia.

"FIRE, FIRE, FIRE!" Gates ordered.

Orobos had dropped his bladter rifle some three meters back near the LAAT/i. He now had his vibro-axe out now and was cleaving his way through the crowd of militants.

One man he caught around the waste he sent sprawling to the ground. Another man jumped in front of him putting his foot on the head of the vibro-axe shoving it down into the dirt. He lashed forward and punched Orobos. There was a loud crack that reverberated inside Orobos's helmet. He let go of his Vibro-axe letting it fall down and reached towards the man but before he could tell anything he was knocked of his feet by two rounds hitting him in the middle of his chest.

Not hesitating Orobos reached down and picked up his Vibro-axe and just in time as one of the militants had a pistol in one hand and a vibrosword in the other. The mans head was covered with Tattoos. Orobos swung the vibro-axe but the man but he responded quickly bringing up his sword and deflecting it. The man spun around suddenly and came at him from the side. Orobos deflected the blow with the metal shaft of his weapon sending sparks scattering to the ground. As the man brought his sword up for a quick blow to the head Orobos punched him in the nose then brought the blunt end of the axe up and whacked him in the side of the head. The man gasped and fell, sprawling backwards.

Orobos seeing more militants coming over a ridge to the left retreated back to the shade of the LAAT/i. He slipped his vibro-axe back into it's sling and picked up his blaster rifle. Then still running he pointed at three men.

"Hurry, follow me." Orobos shouted.

They let off a couple of rounds and followed him around to the back of the LAAT/i. There they started firing at the dozen men coming over the ridge. Orobos fired dropping three. The rest of the men fired another five of the rebels fell rolling down the ridge. One of the men beside him fell hitting his head off the LAAT/i's tracks. The rest of the militants turned and fled away back over the ridge.

"The main group's running. Get ready for pursuit," Orobos heard Garryll say over the comlink.

"Hang on a sec," Orobos said.

He ran up to the place where the man with the vibrosword still lay motionless. Orobos checked found the mans pulse. It seemed ok.

"Alzhen could you come up here and check this guy out. See if we can get some info out of him,"

Garryll came up beside him.

"We have the chance to organize an attack with any information we can get outa him."

"We'll check our injured and see what we can get out off this guy then."

"Who's injured?"

"We have two guys with some minor blaster wounds but no other injuries."

Alzhen ran up to them at that point and bent over the man checking in his ears. He checked his pulse. After a couple of minutes watching him do this he stood up.

"Seems ok should be awake in awhile."

"Then we'll see what sorta plan we can come up with before going in," Orobos said.

"Yeah we'll wait till dark before doing anything."

"Congrats on the promotion, Lance." Gates said to the new non-com. "Lets see what we can get out of this sorry little bastard."

They walked over to the prisoner. Gates waved off the soldier standing  guard. "Ok- interrogation time. Me an' Mako had to do this once...now what did we do?"

He thought for a second. "Oh, yeah, we just threatened him. Inexperienced interrogators are actually more dangerous."

"If he collapses, Alhzen, you make sure he doesn't die. Orobos, seeing as you are bigger and stronger than me, I'll let you break his legs if necessary."

The man came around, then scrambled back on his hands and knees at the looming soldiers.

"We just want to ask a few questions."

The man looked around, rather panicky. "U-u-u-u-u-uhhhhh."

"I'll accept that was a 'yes' then. Now. Why did you attack us?"

"They told us the impies were cummin' to kill them, us, and all of our families. We had to fight!"

"Just out of curiosity, does it look like we came in enough force to kill everyone in town, and two, who is 'they'?"

"The mandolorian and the trando are in charge of the 'army'- the other three traffic drugs and crap. They're making connections with other planets. They raided the armory, took all the guns, disarmed the cops, and made the town hall a fortress. And then they had lunch." The man made a feeble attempt at a joke.

"Huh. Great. Now, why haven't any ships come?"

"We thought it was your ship, cuz' they was supposed to cum to-day." the poor mob member said.

"Great. Know this: we have not come to kill your people, just them. They're wanted, deadly criminals, and at least two are psychotic. Have you seen a man, human, weird name, crazy look, likes explosives?"

"Yea... Yve-somethin' he's one o' them. He's crazy. He shot the mayor and the only Imperials here, some low level politician and his Navy friend, and their Stormie bodyguards.

Orobos watched as Garryll and Alzhen walked back to the rest of the convoy. He grabbed the man by the scruff of his collar, lifted him from the ground and walked back towards the convoy the mans feet scrambling to gain some sort of foothold on the ground as Orobos dragged him along. He walked around to the back of the LAAT/i and tossed the man inside. He made sure that there were no weapons inside which he could use and that the engine was switched off.

"You," Orobos pointed towards an idle soldier, "watch him 'till I get back."

"Sir," the man said nodding, walked over and stood by the back entrance to the LAAT/i.

Orobos walked over were two tents had been erected. They were the same colour as the sound they were surrounded by and unless standing behind them with the blue sky horizon behind them they were nearly impossible to see. Inside one of the tents sat Garryll and Alzhen a small wooden box between them with a large map on it. They were bent over the map scanning it for any sort of way to get in unnoticed.

"Any luck?" Orobos asked,

"None so far," Garryll said not looking up,

"It's not a proper map," Alzhen said," Just a pict. The only way we can see in are the large main roads and they'll obviously will have them covered,"

"I see," Orobos said frowning, "I'll get our POW then and see if he can be any more help to us."

With that said he crouched out of the tent and stood up the sun shining more strongly in his eyes. It had been cool, the material of the tent repelling most of the heat before it got in. Orobos put his helmet back on a soft his as it sealed. The helmet blocked out the sharp light of the sun and the filter took the bitter taste out of the air. He walked over to the LAAT/i. The guard still stood there looking around idly glancing into the vehicle occasional to make sure the prisoner wasn't up to anything.

He wasn't. In fact he was in a deep sleep. Orobos heard the snores before he arrived at the entrance. The man was in a ball in the middle of the aisle. His arms were wrapped around his legs his chin on his knees.

"C'mon," Orobos said gruffly waking the man suddenly who scrambled sitting up. He backed away from Orobos further into the LAAT/i. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way," Orobos said in a tired voice sighing, "And it doesn't look as though you've got anywhere to go in there."

The man stared at Orobos for am minute before crawling towards him and climbing out from the shade of the interior of the vehicle. Orobos headed off towards th tent and the man followed. He wouldn't try to run. He'd be shot down before he reached the ridge. They reached the tent and Orobos held the flap back. The man stepped inside. Orobos crouched down and followed. Garryll and Alzhen sat talking. They had given up their search for an unnoticed entrance to the city and were waiting for Orobos to come back with the prisoner.

"Now," Garryll said turning to the man and pointing at the map, "Is there any way into the city without using any of the main streets?"

The man stared at him. After a long moment of silence Orobos shifted reminding the prisoner he was right behind him. The man started and suddenly started stuttering pointing at certain places on the map.

"There's a small row of shops all there back entrances leading into and alleyway that's between the shops and the city wall. Once you've cleared the wall you should be able to get through and of the back entrances through the shops and out into one of the smaller streets."

"Is there any other way of getting in?" Orobos asked,

"Well you could go through an armoured door that's almost always locked leading onto the wall. You could then walk around to one of the towers which leads to a nearby tram stop that leads around the city."

"Fine," Garryll said,

"We can used both ways," Alzhen suggested,

"I'll be back in a minute," Orobos said and then pocked the man in the back with his blaster rifle.The man jumped up and exited the tent quickly. They walked along back to the LAAT/i.

"So when did these guys come in and start running the place?" Orobos asked as they walked his voice slightly muffled through the helmet.

"About a month or two ago. They just seemed to show up and there was nothin' no'un seemed to be able to do to stop 'em. They just came in and the coppers seemed to just give up after a while of fighting. Why's you's here anyway."

"These men are wanted by the Vast Empire for crimes against the Empire, against it's civilians and against it's troops."

"How could a small group of men warrant the attention of an Empire?"

"They're very dangerous men, capable of extremely dangerous and insane things. You're town might not have long before they start killing innocents,"

"But my family lives near their base," he said panic and fear showing clearly through his eyes,

"We'll have probably stepped in before they get a chance to do anything. If you're lucky you might not be arrested for attacking us. You were doing it for the civilians not for the Criminals. I think your family will be alright as long as they don't do anything stupid."

They reached the LAAT/i and the man climbed inside sitting in one of the seats he stared at the wall. He looked extremely nervous and afraid. Orobos assigned a guard to keep an eye on the man and walked back to the tent to see if Garryl, Alzhen and himself could come up with anything.

Orobos looked at the map and listened to what Garryll had to say on the matter of getting into the city and stopping the criminals.

"Well," Orobos said drawing his finger across the map, "We could send most of the troopers over the wall in the shuttle and they take up firing positions. That can work as a distraction. Then we could come around here. blow the armoured door in. Then move up here and take the tram around to the building they are using as their base. Once we get in there we might be able get them with as little civilian casualties as possible. Either that or we could blow the building up but that might have a bad impression on the locals. I think though either way a shuttle might be our best way of getting in. We could also go through the armoured door again come around maybe get the front gates open and come in on the LAAT/i guns blazing."

They all leaned over the map again pointing out positions and ways of taking advantage of them. It looked as though this was going to be lot more complicated then just hunting down a small group of criminals.

Orobos pushed the flap out of the way and stood out in the blinding sun. His helmet under his arm and his rifle slung over his shoulder. The sun was setting in the distance and the main source of heat seemed to be coming from the ground. It would be a lot cooler at night he knew having been on similar planet. Small lizards crawled over the sand basking on the rocks and searching for food. Reptilian birds flew out of one of the many holes in the ridge surrounding them and swooped down low over the sand. Life seemed to come out everywhere at night.

They had finally decided on a plan. They were going to take all three ways. Orobos was going to go over the walls using the shuttle which had brought them down to the planet. Garryll and Alzhen were going to go through the armoured door but would take their separate ways to the criminals hide-out after they got through. Orobos's attack was going to act as a distraction as the other two got close to the main building then they'd radio him and he'd move up to meet them.

Orobos walked back away from the tents over to the LAAT/i where three men were sitting giving the guard some company. When he reached the LAAT/i Orobos realized one of the three men was the prisoner. The guards had their helmets off and were chatting with him. The man seemed more comfortable and seemed to have realized that stormtroopers were just like him.

"And then he...." the guards stopped talking as Orobos walked over,

"It's alright just checking you guys were ok over here. Do you want to swap with some other guys?"

"No we're ok," one of the men replied.

He had a small muscular build but on top of that was a young boyish face. He must've seen a few winters but was still young. He was fresh out of training, his gun had the safety off and was leaning against the small box he was sitting on with the barrel face down in the sand.

"Ok. One tip," Orobos said picking the blaster up blaster, "Even if the barrel is jammed full of sand the laser should go through it but it might cause failure with other parts of the weapon." The soldier took it placing it on his knees he looked sheepishly back at Orobos.

"Ok."

* * * * * * * * * * * *

They had dropped Garrylls squad and Alaters squad back near the wall in the LAAT/i which they'd ride up to the armoured door. Orobos sat in the shuttle. The rear ramp was down and the wind blew fiercely into the passenger area. The stars shone brightly here light they had on his home planet. In the city they weren't seen because of light pollution. They neared the city which the five criminals were hidden in somewhere. There were lights illuminate the desert around the main gates which led into the city. There were searchlights pointing into the sky as well. Obviously they expected an Ariel attack. The aircraft swung in and out between the spotlights circling the sky. The Craft flew lower and lower towards the ground. It pulled up suddenly three meters above the ground in a small street near one of the main ones which led in wards away from the gates.

Orobos jumped out of the shuttle first crouching so that his legs would absorb most of the shock of the fall. He scanned the area for any hostile movement. It was a marketplace and it was pitch black. Everyone would be inside too afraid to come out at night with the criminals on the loose around the city. Three stormtroopers landed around him. Some rookies had been sent along with Orobos, Alzhen and Gates. Orobos had three in his team and Gates and Alzhen had three each as well.

Once tehy were all on the ground the shuttle lifted off and headed up away from the city. It would standby to extract them if they needed it. The team moved up towards the main street through rickety stalls and cloths hanging from them. They reached a long low wall which ran along each side of the main street with gaps here and there. There was civilian guards patrolling up and down the light flooded street. The stalls were in darkness so they weren't spotted. Orobos pulled out a grenade and pulled the pin out he held it in his hand the secondary piece at the back of the grenade against his palm. Once that dropped off the grenades fuse would start.

"Remember," Orobos said, "These are civilians, shoot to wound only kill if necessary."

They all nodded in acknowledgment. Orobos dropped the secondary part of the grenade and threw the main body of it into the middle of the street. There was a 'thunk' as the grenade went of and a clattering sound as the shrapnel hit the surrounding walls. Orobos spun up and started shooting aiming for legs and arms. Men fell everywhere moaning. There was a scream and Orobos stared up the street. Standing in the door of a cantina was a Large scared trandoshian. It screamed again and ran off towards the centre of the city.

"Shit."

Alhzen walked down the hallway his boots making a slight clinking noise whenever he took a step. He looked behind him and saw the 3 men who had come along with him. Thier weapons were up and ready for anything. The group turned a corner and saw a room with around 20 men in it and one who seemed to be watching over it all. He raised his fist up and the group stopped moving. The man who was on a raised platform surronded with bags filled with different colours, most likely drugs or spices. The rest of the men in the room were busy making some sorts of things.

He pulled out his datapad and brought out the images of all of the murderers. The man had neck length black hair, he had a gash across his eye and the good eye was blue. Alhzen compared pictures and he got the last one this man was the Ex-Imperial Yvethea.

He readied his E-11 and sighed, "Remember not to kill the civilians unless you have to." he whispered and signaled for them to enter the room. They each ran in to the room and opened fire on the man on the platform who pulled out 2 pistols and began returning fire. Soon everyone in the room was firing back and forth red and green blaster bolts flying.

Soon the men making the drugs were being shot down, they had either thier knees taking out or thier arms shot. Yvethea brought out a rocket launcher from underneath a table somewhere and let loose a rocket at the 4 stormies. Alhzen had dove behind a pile of spices and 2 other men ducked out of the way. One of them was flung into a wall. Yveathea bolted out of the room with two men following him.

Alhzen took off his medic bag and threw it to a trooper "Treat him and the other men." he said and gave chase to Yvethea. One of the men who had gone with Yvethea was waiting behind a corner and tried to whack Alhzen with the butt of his gun. But he had grabbed it and threw it to the side punching the man square in the face and sending him down. He then resumed chase eventually reaching a room where the two men went inside of.

When he entered the room the other man lunged at him with a vibroknife. The knife grazed the armour leaving a large scratch on it. When the man tried again Alhzen was ready and shot the man in the face Oh well so much for civilian casualities... he thought and saw Yvethea shot at him from a distance. Alhzen returned fire gaining on him and getting closer. Soon he lunged and knocked the blasters out of the man's hands and dropped his own.

"I have my morals so if you don't have I weapon I won't." said Alhzen and cracked his knuckles.

"Fucking imperials and thier ways, that is why I left because some of them show compassion and taking my entire platoon's life when it left to." said Yvethea and grinned pulling out a 2 small swords.

Well so much for no weapons... thought Alhzen as he pulled out his vibroswords defending and parrying the blows that Yvethea attacked him with. "Well now you will pay for all of the men you killed with your own life." said Alhzen and started attacking.

Orobos reached the entrance of the Town Hall panting heavily. They had cut through the market diving here and there jumping through stalls then had to escape across the flat rooftops of the low buildings. He knew were to go. He had memorized all the routes to the Town Hall.

The Trandoshan they were chasing was defiantly Gitliry. Orobos watched as he ran staggering slightly into the hall through the blasted open door hanging off their hinges. He took a few potshots at Giltry but they all spattered against the door. They followed him up the steps and into the hall.

Orobos could see down the end of the hall a civilian stagger around the corner clutching his eyes and ears. Orobos ignored him and walked into the room on his right. The door was knocked completely away from the frame and it lay a couple of meters across the room. They ran over to the door on the other side of the room, feet clinking on the marble floor. Suddenly Orobos felt two claws grab into the sides of his chest plate piercing it slightly and suddenly he was flying across the room.

Orobos landed on a small Coffey table and it collapsed under the weight of him and the trandoshan. Giltiry raised his hand still kneeling on him. He slashed across his helmet leaving three deep gouges. Orobos reached out and grabbed the nearest thing he could find, then reached up and grabbed the Trandoshans ugly head in one hand. He brought the thing up and smashed it into the side of his head sending shards everywhere.

The trandoshan screamed, bits of vase sticking out of the side of his head. He rolled of Orobos standing and staggered across the room. His team stood at the door ready to stop any escape attempt. Giltiry wasn't going anywhere though. Two foot long blades came from a device on his arm. He pulled out a vibro-sword as well chuckling evilly.

He charged. Orobos dived out of the way pulling his vibro-axe out in one clean sweep as he stood up, just in time to block two attempts from Giltiry at decapitating him. Giltiry didn't stop and ducked low slashing at his ankles, Orobos jumped back out of the blades reach and brought his axe fiercely down, but Giltiry raised his sword and blocked it easily. Orobos knew he'd have to end this quickly or he was going to get tired and then Giltiry would have him. He swung his vibro-axe down as hard as he could aiming for Giltirys' head. The Trandoshan raised both weapons and stopped the axe. Orobos then pushed the shaft of the axe between his raised arms catching him in the jaw which cracked. Orobos kicked him down to the ground. The Trandoshan dropped his sword and clutched his jaw. Orobos sagged slightly. Suddenly the Trandoshan rolled around across the floor and stabbed him right through the leg. Orobos yelled and fell to the floor his team suddenly with a clear shot at giltiry on the floor opened fire. The Trandoshan was riddled with holes and then died.

Orobos sat up and watched his warm, deep red blood seep over his white stormtrooper armour. Giltiry had missed the bone by centimeters. Orobos took out one of the emergency kits from his belt and wrapped some bandages around the wound. That would have to do for know, he thought to himself as he stood and tested his his weight on the leg. It stung and a spasm of pain shot up his leg. He'd have to deal with it. Garryll had gotten Kiney and Alzhen had Yvethea cornered. They still had two of the criminals luring somewhere around this place and they had to stop them escaping.

"Quick we've gotta go," He said to his team and then limped out of the door into the main hall.

Orobos limped down the hallway his leg shook whenever he put weight on it. They reached a staircase with a large group of militia. They had a strange uniform on. They were all wearing grey overalls with a large red spot spray painted on the front and the back. As Orobos and his team approached the stairway they all pulled out DC-15s and opened fire on them. Orobos dived behind one of the ornate gargoyle statues. One of it's wings shattered as a bolt hit off it. Pain shot up his leg as he crouched down. His team fired back at the Fanatic Militia.

"Shoot to kill, shoot to kill," Orobos said into the comlink and shooting several rounds into one of Fanatics.

"Roger," one of his team responded.

Orobos watched as one of the fanatics flew back having received a bolt to the face. There was still about a dozen of them left. Orobos leaned out and shot another. Suddenly one of the fanatics jumped on the banister and slid down hopping round the other side of the pillar he was hiding behind. The flat side of a vibro-sword hit the side of his helmet and the first two layers of the cocoon armour crumpled slightly. Orobos smacked the fanatic in the stomach with the butt of his rifle. The man bent over wheezing and stumbling backwards. He hit the man again this time the back of his neck. The man crumpled to the floor and lay motionless. His team had finished off the rest of the fanatics.

"Lets move!" Orobos shouted limping as fast as he could up the stairs his team following him.

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Orobos and his team opened a door and spilled out onto the roof of the building. They had climbed several floors and had only come across another small group of civilians. There was a small shuttle sitting ready to go on the building. Two fanatics stood guarding it and two more civilians sat in the cockpit. The fanatics like the others pulled out DC-15s and fired at them without hesitating. Orobos fired a shot and dispatched one of the men. Another of the troopers fired and the other man fell backwards smacking into the shuttle. This alerted the two pilots inside who caste a frightened look in there direction. The back door closed. Orobos glanced the inside of the passenger area. Thankfully it was empty. They searched the rooftop but couldn't find anything.

They headed back towards the stairs when a small ping alerted them that the lift had arrived up on the roof. Orobos and his team had just enough time to hide before the door opened. Three fanatics stepped out followed by two other men. One of them was in a simple Republic officers uniform. The other seemed to be wearing blue over-alls with grey bits of armour here and there. He wore a helmet of the same design which was like a balaclava with a grey face-plate and a small bit across the back of his neck.

Orobos pulled out his last grenade. He pulled the pin out he threw it over his shoulder before the fanatics moved again. There was a small thunk as the grenade went off followed by a splash of shrapnel. Orobos looked up from his position. The three fanatics lay dead. The mandolorion just stood were he had been and pulled out a pistol when he saw them. The Republic officer looked out from behind one of the doors in the lift which seeemed to have been disconnected in the explosion.

The mandolorion sent three shots skimming over his head walking towards them and pulling out a vibrosword at the same time. The Republic officer took his chance and ran over to the edge of the building. He crouched at the edge for a minute. Orobos sent a flurry of shots towards the madolorion knocking him off his feet. He rolled over quickly and got back up running towards them vibrosword in hand. The Republic officer jumped over the edge suddenly. Orobos pulled out his vibro-axe and ran out towards the mandolorion knowing it was a near suicide attempt at trying to beat a mandolorion in close quarters. Their blades clashed. Suddenly Orobos was sent flying backwards as some invisible force knocked into him. He rolled over and got back up ignoring the pain in his leg. He swung round and tried to hit the Mandolorons legs but he was blocked by the sword. Another force pushed him off his feet. Orobos rolled over as the sword hit the place on the ground he'd been.

"He's got some sort of force weapon. Stay back." Orobos said over the comlink.

Orobos got up and started running from the mandolorion who seemed to have abandoned his pistol. His team opened fire sending the mandolorion sprawling on the ground. but just like last time he just got back up as quickly and started running towards them.

"shoot him again," Oroobs said,

His team responded with a flurry of shots sending the mandolorion flying off his feet once again. Orobos moved forwards and swung down with his vibro-axe. The axe hit Bralor dead centre in the chest cutting through the armour. He spasmed slightly then lay still. Orobos stood gasping. Suddenly the madolorions device discharged again and sent them all flying backwards. Orobos stood up after a minute sore all over.

"Bralor is dead but the infiltrator isn't in the building anymore," Orobos said over the comlink.

Orobos sat on the edge of the shuttle and looked out over the city. All lights were on and children and women stared out into the night at the large groups of men with there hands over there heads being herded into large abandoned storage warehouses by stormtroopers. They'd be kept there until they managed to get some sort of local law enforcers back and to sort the mess out. The city was alive with activity. Those who had not followed the orders and demands of the five convicts were working hard repairing buildings and stalls that had been damaged in fires, fights or just in cases of random violence.

As they flew over a large square outside what looked like the police offices Orobos saw a group of at least forty men standing to attention in the square. Three men stood in front of them with highly decorated uniforms. As he watched large groups peeled of from the main body and set about going to the warehouses where the prisoners were being held temporarily. They seemed to have been on standby the whole time the convicts were here, waiting to act. They flew further over the city nearing the outskirts with no sign of any militia, fanatics or their Infiltrator.

"There, turn back, land on that white building," Gates shouted over his shoulder,

The pilot reacted instantly turning in a large loop he headed back towards the building Garryll had signaled. He hovered just a couple of feet off the roof. They jumped down onto the roof and started moving along it following the alleyway which went behind the row of houses they were standing on. Orobos spotted a large group of men in the alleyway. All of them wore the uniform which singled them out as fanatics, the large red spot clearly visible on their grey over-alls. They moved in a large tight circle and right in the centre of it was the Infiltrator they were looking for. He was wearing the Republics Uniform. He striding along quickly a pistol in his hand.

"Let's move."