Orobos ran through the cramped apartment and followed the rest out the back way along a fire escape which was cracked and rusted and creaked with every footstep they took. Judging by the angry shouts and sounds of breaking china the mob had entered the building after them and were proceeding to wreck and violate it as much as they could. They reached the bottom of the alley and started of in separate directions. Tanus, Orobos and Zolos headed off back towards the station while the rest of the squad followed Alater towards the roadblock.

"Move," Tanus said quickening his pace coming out the end of the alley.

Orobos came out next followed by Zolos. The street to their left was strewn with burnt out cars and the windows of the building lining the street were all smashed in and the glass littered the street. To their right was the departing mob at least seventy or eighty of them.The rioters were headed towards the roadblock as the whole group moved as one around the corner and off down in the direction the rest of the squad had gone.

They continued on across various other streets all of them having suffered some kind of damage at the hands of rioters, the local authority or the military. A large set of steps led up to a building with large pillars outside it holding up a balcony above them. As they approached it a shuttle departed leaving from a landing zone behind the main building.

They reached the heavy wooden doors made from the trees which grew locally in the system. Engraved on them was some strange foreign language. They entered a large marble room with desks made from the same wood as the doors. Men and women in uniform hurried around with papers. Some of them drew side arms as they entered. Ignoring the crowd who stared at them they set off behind the desks and towards the back of the building. As they moved away from he entrance the halls turned grey and concrete. The doors here were made of steel and the windows thick and heavy. They came out the back of the station into a courtyard and moved over towards the vehicle compound. Some technicians stood back from an APC as they entered. It was the only vehicle left in the garage. All resources available seemed to have been used by the law enforcers to control the sudden outbreaks of rioting.

"Is this in working order," Tanus asked not looking at the man who stepped forward,

"Yes just a few dents that's all,"

"We'll take it,"

"You can't just,"

Tanus just stared at the man for a minute and then stepped away. They hopped in the APC and Tanus took the pilots seat while Orobos and Zolos sat in the back. Their were a few ports for sticking their hand held weapons out of but no heavy weapons.

"Let's get moving,"

Tanus stepped out of his APC, with Orobos and Zolos in toe behind him. Urakai and Tank got out of theirs. Tanus looked around and saw technicians and mechanics running every which way, while the troopers were manning grenade ports and gun ports up top. Tanus walked forward, grabbing a technician by the back of his uniform. Tanus could tell he was green; he looked ready to wet himself.

“Okay, tell me who the chief officer here is. And make it quick because I have more of my men to pick up.”

The technician got out of Tanus’ grip and nodded, panting slightly. He looked as if he had just seen a ghost, and for all intents and purposes he had.

“General Halcor is the chief officer. If you need anything, ask him. He’s on the balcony directing the troop movements.”

Tanus nodded and motioned for his squad to follow him. They got in a turbolift and had it take them to the top level. The difference was only about one hundred feet, and when they got the top, the floor was alive with troopers and officials running back and forth between a large central holoprojector displaying the battle outside. A tall man with his fists resting on the table and his head barely visible through the pale blue holofeed looked up, and must have been surprised, Tanus thought, by five heavily armed Stormtroopers. He walked over and put his hands behind his back, stopping about one meter in front of Tanus.

“Well, its not every day we have Stormtroopers in our midst, so explain to me who you all are. It’s a mess out there and I have work and lives to get to.”

Tanus removed his helmet and saluted. The general immediately saluted back.

“With all due respect sir, we know what its like out there. We’re the troopers who are the new delegation guard. This is Blackjack squad, and I am their leader, Gunnery Sergeant Tanus Solvona. This is most of my squad. I sent the others up to a roadblock near the prisons. It’s becoming a nightmare out there.”

The general nodded. “I know, Sergeant, I know. It seem that these delegates are causing a lot more trouble than originally surmised. I was under the impression that the negotiations would be over soon.”

Tanus sighed. “No, their supposed to go through till the end of the week. What’s worse is that we just got here today, and based on all of these things going on right now, I doubt the delegates will make it through the end of the week, regardless of how much we protect them.”

The general walked back to the holoprojector and gave it one more look. He sighed and then turned back to Tanus.

“Well, I’m guessing you’re here for something, so spit it out already. I’m busy and my men are relying on me.”

Tanus nodded. “Okay, here it is: we need a spare vehicle, hopefully something in the tank family, because we’ll be needing it to get to my men. And if you can spare, we’ll be needing something with full cover.”

The general nodded and then pulled over a trooper, whispering something in his ear and sending him off. Tanus watched as he ran off and headed down the turbolift. He came to halt and ordered some technicians in the back room. Tanus’ attention was then called back to the general.

“Well sergeant, you have yourself a vehicle. If you can, try and return it in one piece. Just do me a favor and keep your men alive.”

Tanus saluted, as did the general. He turned around and headed back to the turbolift, followed by the others. Urakai leaned in close to Tanus.

“What do you think we got?”

Tanus shrugged. “I don’t know. We’ll see when we get down there.”

Upon getting down there, the rear doors opened up and lights started to flicker. When Tanus saw what rolled out, he started to smile: a 1-H heavy tank. Tanus gestured to the tank.

“Gentlemen, please keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times. We’re going to haul ass to the others, and I don’t expect to be holding anything back. So get ready.”

The five of them got in the tank and strapped themselves in and Tanus fired up the engines. He eased the throttle, and he was getting the go ahead from the technicians. The doors rolled open and Tanus lurched the tank forward, bringing them out into a golden sunset.



When the tank rolled up to the roadblock, utter chaos was all that was seen. Fires had broken out in the streets, and bodies littered every nook and cranny. Tanus opened a channel to the others. The distinctive hiss of Alater was his answer.

“Thank the Gods you’re alive. What’s the situation?”

Alater hissed again. “Look outside! THAT’S the situation! They’re trying to storm the prison. I’d love to get over there, but I’m bogged down. I sent Gio over there to see if he can give them any support.”

Tanus swore and through the tank in full throttle and launched towards the prison. When he got there, bodies were in piles and the rioters just kept coming. Tanus brought the tank along side the rioters and turned towards Orobos.

“Get me an explosive solution on that crowd! NOW!”

Orobos punched in the coordinates and powered up the cannon. Next thing Tanus saw was a bright yellow blast of energy ripping into the ranks of the rioters, sending bodies into the air and a fireball into the sky. Tanus looked at his HUD and saw that he was being hailed.

“If you’re going to be using that tank, get it up here and help us! We can’t keep them out here for much longer!”

Tanus launched the tank forward into the remaining crowd. He came to a halt in front of the ledge where the guards were holding everyone back. Tanus turned to the others.

“Get out! We can better serve them from the outside! Go go go!”

They got up and jumped out of the tank, Orobos and Urakai covering their position with blaster fire aimed at the crowd. Zolos lobbed in a tear gas grenade. Tank ignited his Taser Stave, but Tanus stopped him.

“No, we can’t jeopardize the position. We need to get up there and give them fire support.”

Tanus turned and ran up the hill. When he got to the top, Gio greeted him. They didn’t exchange words; Tanus just nodded and ran for the nearest gun placement, opening fire on anything that moved. After several minutes the crowd around the prisons had started to fade out. Tanus then let go of the gun; the others were still firing off sporadic shots to keep the stragglers away. He turned around the Gio and clasped his shoulder.

“Good to see you back Gio. We’ll do full pleasantries later, but right now we need the Strikebreaker. Where is it?”

Gio nodded and motioned for the others to follow him. It was in the center of the complex, and guards were surrounding them.

“I told them if they let anyone on board save us, they’d have to deal with Alater.”

Tanus chuckled. “Good man Gio. Okay, everyone, mount up! We’re going down there to help Alater and Garryll. Move!”

They all got in the Strikebreaker; Tanus didn’t bother for them to get seated. As soon as everyone was on, he closed the door and lifted off the ground, hearing the repulsorlifts come to life. The vehicle shot out of the prison complex and towards the roadblock about a kilometer down. Tanus took a look out of the viewport and witnessed as another fireball erupted in the crowds. At first glance, it looked like a bad horror movie. But Tanus knew better. He swept in low and turned to the others.

“Okay, listen up. Zolos and Gio, you two take the other E-HWB and lend Alater and Garryll fire support. Urakai, take the grenade launcher and do the same. We’ll offer support where we can. Orobos and Tank, you stay on the cannons and lay down suppressing fire where you can. I’ll keep us circling from above. If we do this right, we may end all of this right now. GO!”

Tanus opened the bottom hatch doors and lowered the cannon, grenade launcher, a crate of various grenades, Gio, Urakai and Zolos to the ground. Tanus lifted back off and started his first pass.

“Orobos, Tank, open fire! Concentrate fire on the fringes of the group to hem them in. The others will take care of the rest.”

As he said that, another explosion rocked the air and ground around them. Tanus looked up at the sky and closed his eyes.

God, I hope I’m right.

Orobos followed Tanus away from the strikebreaker and across the corpse strewn street. Large black blotches on the road indicated were bombs and such had landed and went off. Out of the corner of his eye Orobos could see a few people darting from building to building trying to escape the stormtroopers without being noticed. The comlink in his ear crackled and Orobos stopped beside Tanus as Alater started to speak.

"Tanus. They’re back at the prisons. Seems like while we were gone they overpowered the guards and militia forces there. Prisoners are escaping, but we have the tank. What do you want us to do?”

"Ambush them," Tanus replied,"You should be able to wipe them out quickly by surprising them with a tank."

Alater hissed in reply and Orobos could imagine the grin on Alaters face at the prospect of the murder to come. Tanus and Orobos continued on through the streets till they reached a small command centre set up half a mile or so back from the roadblock. There were tables covered in maps and a small radio long ranged all set up around an APC. Tanus approached the man who was sitting at the radio. The man sitting at the radio handed a note to the man behind him before turning his attention to Tanus and Orobos. Before Tanus could say anything a short thin man came forward his rank of Sergeant displayed on the sleeve of his uniform.

"What can I do for you sir?" the man said to Tanus,

"I need you to patch me through to General Halcor," Tanus said,

"Yes sir," The short Sergeant said before turning to the radioman who was still staring up at the stormtroopers,"You heard the man," He shouted a little hysterically,"Get General Halcor."

The radioman jumped before switching frequencies and moving up to the microphone.

"This is command post seventeen at shetfordon prison, we have to stormtroopers here who want to speak to general," there was a pause before the radio-man turned back to Tanus,"He's here and flipped a switch on his radio."

"This is General Halcor, Go ahead Sergeant,"

"We need information General on any further situations around the city," Tanus said,

"The rioters have gathered again outside the city hall again, one of our smaller police stations have been overrun and the armoury looted. Several other command posts are under attack. There are massive fires all over the west side of the cit to top all that off as well."

"Eh, Roger that General, Tanus out," Tanus said into the microphone before he was cut off.

"Think we can handle all that then boss?" Orobos asked a grin playing across his face,

"Lets just get back to the others first."

Between the sounds of the blaster fire, the angry yelling of the rioters and prisoners, and the constant barking of orders and updates over the comlink, Gio could barely hear himself think.

I get back from home to this. Whatever happened to the welcome wagon? The only thing he regretted more than having to leave for Coruscant and having to deal with family issues was missing out on all of this. It just seemed a little sudden, especially since upon returning he noticed many things had changed in the Vast Empire.

Squads were eliminated, and moved around, and in their wake other groups had been established. Friends retired, were awarded medals, sustained injuries, and drank heartily and he hadn't been there to share in the experience. As much as he loved his parents back home, the Army was his family. There were brothers and sisters in the corps, and he hadn't gotten to see what was new with their lives.

Looking around at the war torn city around him, there was a lingering possibility that he may not have the chance.

Alater's hiss brought him back to reality.

"There's the tank. Quickly, before the prisoners take notice!" He couldn't see the mob, but he could hear it. The sound of pounding feet was like rolling thunder in his ears. A quick shot of adrenaline sent his muscles over the edge.

Slinging his rifle behind his back, he leaped up onto the heavy fortified steel frame of the tank. He opened the top hatch and slid in quickly, reaching for the control panel and groping in the low light for the right buttons and levers.

Jackpot. With the flick of a switch the tank was brought to life. The targeting system and the screen in front of him blinded him temporarily, before the polarized visor lens in his helmet compensated for the change in brightness.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a blur of white and black jump in and take control of the weapon systems. A pair of claws could be heard stomping around outside. They were all on board.

"Alright ladies, hang on to your helmets."

Taking a hold of the steering mechanism and tilting it back, Giovanni backed the tank up and put some distance between him and the rubbled wall.

"Uh, Gio, i'm pretty sure you're going the wrong way... i"

"Cut the chatter. Keep your finger on the trigger and clear the way for the tank," Gio interrupted. He had a plan. Whether anyone else realized that was a moot point.

He tilted the handles forward and the tank roared and shot forward with surprising speed. The wall approached faster than Giovanni could dodge it, but then again, getting around it was never his intention at all.

The tank easily managed the wall and shot forward into the crowd of prisoners, their small arms fire bouncing harmlessly off of the armor plated behemoth.

The low thud of the tank's main gun was accentuated by the staccato sound of the mounted gun, manned by Alater.

The rioters fell like tin soldiers as wave after wave of blaster fire caught them, mangled them, and dropped them on the ground. Their blood was mixing with the rain, now coming down harder than before. Pretty soon, they began to fall back. Some prisoners managed to scatter and take off in the opposite direction.

"Someone else'll take care of them."

They weren’t all total idiots. The sight of some of their companions being tossed aside like rag dolls did nothing for their morale, and soon enough, many of them put down their guns and just tried to stay the hell out of Gio and Alater’s way. Giovanni wished they’d all try to fight. At least it would make things a little more interesting.

“This is like shooting mynocks in a barrel” complained Giovanni. He was irritated. What was the point of killing when the victims never had a chance to start with. He wanted a challenge.

An explosion rocked the building and damn near knocked him over. He waved the debris off of his visor and looked down to the first level of the prison, noticing that the wall to the left of where they had entered was no longer.

“Urakai must be trigger happy.” He grunted, got up, and continued to sweep the second level. Alater was making more progress than he had, effectively herding the few prisoners with some kind of intellect back into their cells, and obliterating any who were non-compliant. Giovanni, lacking in size and sheer animal brutality, kept his pace. He turned his staff off and struck an unlucky thug right in the teeth. Just then, a barrage of rocks and other debris from the explosion just a few moments earlier was flying at him.

“Those bastards are throwing rocks at me,” he was only mildly amused, but his amusement quickly turned to irritation, as the other prisoners realized this was a strategy that actually had some kind of effect on the heavily armored storm troopers.  The lighter rocks merely bounced off and impaired his movement a little. His swings were also connecting less now, as instead of charging at him, the prisoners were now backing up and picking up and throwing whatever they could find littered about the floor of the second level.

The heavier rocks, however…

One caught Giovanni and he had to lean on his staff to regain his balance. He was embarrassed. Alater was almost done with his side of the prison. Had he really been out that long, that he couldn’t dish out death as readily as he had with his previous squad? It surely wasn’t the age. If anything, Giovanni hadn’t even hit his prime. At 24 years old, he looked forward to a long and illustrious career.

“To hell with this,” he closely examined the prisoners. He had one thing they lacked. Armor.

Turning off his staff, he leaned over, and picked up a chunk of mortar and steel blasted by the tank. Heaving it with all of his strength, he caught a fat man in prison attire right between the eyes. The pool of blood on the floor confirmed his kill. Sure it was only one less man to worry about, but the psychological effect of seeing the man in front of you get his face crushed in with a well-placed throw cannot be ignored.

A few broke rank and pondered whether they could make it to ground level past Alater. Anyone that knows anything about Alater, and the way he conducts himself in the heat of battle, knows that these prisoners never saw daylight, or anything else for that matter, again.

Now done with his share, Alater came behind Giovanni’s group and went to work. It was in this fashion that a great number of criminals, low-lives, smugglers, dirty politicians, and overall scum met their match on a rainy day, on some faraway planet.

However, the only thought on Giovanni’s mind was this:

“Alater picked up my slack. He’s never gonna let me live this down.”

While everyone else refueled, settled down, and took brief naps on the cots in the makeshift headquarters the guards had set up for them in the city hall, Giovanni and Urakai went out on their watch.

    His arms heavy and fatigued from swinging the staff like a maniac at rioters and prisoners alike, another few hours of consciousness was the last thing Giovanni had in mind when he pulled in with the rest of Blackjack. Melee combat wasn’t really his cup of tea, and aside from putting a man or other sentient being in an arm lock after having thrown him flat on his back, he fell back to his guns to do the talking for him.

    However, he wasn’t one to complain. They were all tired, and beaten, and the rainy conditions weren’t making this mission any more of a walk in the park.

    “Hey, Urakai.” Gio put his helmet down and took a sip of the hot drink the staff had brought the squad. He needed something to reinvigorate him and keep his energy levels high for his upcoming shift.

The sergeant turned around and gave a nod. He seemed tired as well, and not in any mood to chit chat.

    The rain was still coming down hard. He could tell from the rumble outside, as he had just left the room where his squad was resting and begun to patrol one of the stairwells leading outside.  The whole place was eerily quiet, which ironically helped Giovanni stay on his toes. He felt more comfortable in the middle of a firefight than he did in a very quiet, brightly lit stairwell, with nothing but the rumble of the rain outside, the snores of his comrades, and his heartbeat to remind him that he still possessed a sense of hearing.

    It was an uneventful watch. And once again, he wasn’t one to complain. He wasn’t sure how he would handle yet another stress situation when he was so close to crashing from lack of sleep and alcohol. Not to mention his time off hadn’t allowed him any hours to stay battle-ready. He was starting to hate going back to Coruscant. Each and every time he came back, he felt like a newbie.

    More disturbingly, this time back, he felt like a deserter. In theory, he could justify his leaving with the fact that there was yet another family emergency that he had to go back and attend to. But at the same time, had he not left his budding family as well? He took off without so much as saying goodbye to Jester squad.

    Clearly there were many things he had to straighten out once they got back to Tadath, but before he could muse on about it, he passed Urakai on the stairwell for what must have been the one-hundred and eighth time and was notified that their shift was over. The two weary men walked down towards the squad’s room and took their helmets off. Already there were two able troopers, rustling through their equipment and readying themselves for their shift. Giovanni made a bee line for the food and drinks and began to nod off.

It was time to turn in and get some well-needed rest.

Orobos, unfortunately, rolled a tad bit too far; he hit Gates' cot. The brash non-com leaped from his bed, yelling as if under attack.

"What the hell is the problem, sergeant?!" Tanus grumpily yelled at the soldier who'd just woken the entire squad.

"I'm sorry, sir," the soldier twitched. "I thought we were under attack and I needed to be awake."

"Can it and go back to sleep."

"Sir!" the embarrassed man straightened, then kneeled and pulled several pieces of his armor from its case. He grabbed some cleaner and a rag too, as well as his sidearm. He then shuffled out the door, leaving the armor plates right outside.

He went to the mess as well, and got the same soup, paying a couple credits for some caf as well. He then walked back to the barracks where they were staying, and put his soup, caf, and armor on a table.

He began to buff out the dozens of scuffs and dents and damaged paint of his urban-camo shock trooper armor, eating at the same time.

He re-applied some camo paint to the most damaged areas, and tried to pull all the flattened slugs off the armor as well.

He lit up a cigar half way through his work, smoking and cleaning whilst he waited for his guard's rotation to be up.

Tank was greatful for the brief respite of sleep he was finally allowed.  Waking refreshed he joined Alhzen, who was already hard at work fixing his armor.  "Fun trip, huh?" Tank said as he started work on his own kit.

"Insane is more like it; hopefully things'll get better.  But I won't hold my breath."

Tank nodded silently, not admitting to his mixed feelings about the mission.  He was simply glad they were still all alive.


Finishing his kit, "I'm about done here; you?"

"All done and ready for some grub!  What do you feel like?  Soup or sandwiches seem to be the best they have here."

"Sandwiches,and lots of'em!" Tank replied looking like he'd happily eat a live gundark.

Alhzen hit the comm by the door, "Two large platters of sandwiches; we've a mob of hungry troopers up here!" he proclaimed with a grin.

After only a couple minutes' small talk one of the kitchen staff arrived and set the trays of food on the nearest table.  The cook started to leave but turned and lunged at Alhzen's back with a vibrodagger!  Tank saw this and leapt up and off the table, launching himself at the assassin!

Swinging his left arm in an arc knocked the blade flying; the next instant Tank's torso collided with the attacker's!  Orobos and Tanus piled on top of the heap, forcefully wrestling the assailant into submission.

Alhzen slaps stuncuffs on the prisoner as Tanus starts his own brand of interrogation and Tank retrieves the weapon (and his impaled lunch) from the wall, then eats it (the sandwich) as the cook spills it for Tanus...

The building shock from the force of so many grenades hitting the building at once.  BlackJack Squad was fully awake now!

Tanus glanced out the window cautiously & darts back "Damn!  They're trying to blast their way in with grenades!" he spat as he quicly donned his armor.  "Zolos take Orobos and Tank to get the Strikebreaker!  Make it quick; the enemy has an armored vehicle incoming!  The rest of you are with me! Gates, grab Gio's kit"

"Sir!" was the squad's answer.  Zolos took his team down the hall toward the Strikebreaker as Tanus led his men to the mess. 

When Tanus got there many humanoid thugs using Sergeant First Class Giovanni Bryden as their punchbag; Tanus and Alater dropped to one knee as they took aim, Gates raised his E-11/F Selective fire blaster rifle and squeezed the trigger "KA-POW!  KA-POW!" the chorus of blasterfire rang out!  Several smoking corpses hit the floor; the only thug left stading was the one holding Gio; he gently lowered the battered stormtrooper to the ground and raised both hands.

Tanus set to stun and shot twice.  After a medkit or two, Gio was looking for payback and quickly donned his armor...

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Thank heavens security was able to hold the garage at least! Tank thought as he powered up the mighty war machine.

"Sgt. Solvana?  Zolos here; we have the Strikebreaker ready!  Orders?"

"Take out the enemy artillery-vehicle; we'll get the delagates!  Over and out!"

"All right, Tank, lets move it!"

"A pleasure" Tank says evilly...

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A lone Theta-class imperial shuttle enters the atmosphere of the embattled world, unescorted yet watched.

On approach to the city damage and chaos was evident almost everywhere.  After navigating the skyscrapers, the shuttle began its final approach.  Without warning dozens of small rockets and missiles launched from windows of the tallest office buildings!  The shuttle started evasive maneuvers but some struck the hull brutally!  Billowing flames and black smoke, the small transport struggled to resume course...

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Bringing the Strikebreaker around the building revealed a sight that turned Tank's blood cold!  A Candorus Heavy Tank, one of only a few vehicles with enough firepower to challenge an AT-AT, or a Strikebreaker.

"Fire!" Zolos ordered and they did!  Tank opened fire with both Heavy repeating blasters as Zolos brought the four Medium laser cannons and Orobos cut loose with the Grenade mortar!

"The Candorus Heavy Tank's shields collapsed under the barrage, but the armor was holding.  As the turret rotated to aim the mass-driver cannons at the Strikebreaker Tank quickly moved the vehicle to come around the enemy tank before it could line up a shot!  Zolos and Orobos kept the pressure up, firing as the Strikebreaker circled.

They never saw it coming.

The blazing wreck of the shuttle crashed into the Canderous-class assault tank, erupting in a massive explosion!  The footsoldiers and thugs closest to ground zeero were either engulfed in the inferno or ripped to shreds by the shrapnel; charred body parts went flying in all directions!

The Strikebreaker was slammed sideways!  Unable to control the vehicle's motion, the Strikebreaker's left side hit and crushed the bodies of the attackers' second wave, not stopping until the Strikebreaker hit the next building!

Tank was the first to recover "Ow."  Stretching a few kinks out, "Zolos?  You okay?"

"*groan* Yeah, I think so.  Orobos?  Still with us back there?"

"I'm gonna need a drink after this.."

"Status report?"

"I'm checking now.  The Strikebreaker seems to be intact and fully operational.  I'll still want to do a more thorough systems check as soon as we get a chance."

"Noted."  Changing comm chanels, "Tanus?  Can you hear me?"  A burst of static wails up and down in pitch.

"Zolos?  What the hell happened out ...re?"

"Not sure yet, but the assault appears to have been terminated when the artillery blew."

"........ .........., get the Strikebreaker back hear as soon as you're a..e.  We have the del...tes.  Tanus out."

As the vehicle disloged from the gory paste in the building's wound, Orobos saw three parachutes.  "Zolos, we seem to have, reinforcements?"

"Where, Orobos?"

"Three in parachutes.  Looks like a trooper in the same armor as ours and two VE pilots. We better hurry; they're about to come down in a mob!"

Thinking fast, "Floor it, Tank!"  Speeding down the street Tank activates the Strikebreaker's Stun barricade before ramming the mob; clearing a path and sending bodies flying!  Those not hit by the Strikebreaker Riot Control Vehicle are picking themselves up off the ground.

As the survivors descend to the ground they open fire on the rest of the thugs and rioters.  On the ground the pilots quicly free themselves from their parachutes' harnesss, then help the trooper.

Orobos opens the rear hatch, "Welcome to Balmorra!" Orobos belts out.

"Private First Class Daesha reporting for duty!" the Trooper salutes.  "The pilots did what they could for the shuttle, but I'm afraid it's a total loss, sir!"

Orobos returns the salute, "I'm Senior Sergeant Orobos, all of you should come with us.  Gunnery Sergeant Tanus Solvona, our SL, will want to meet you."

Resealing the hatch after the pfc and pilots, they hurry to rendezvous with Tanus...