Special Agent Andar "Cursed" Bacardi stood four meters from the entrance to the "New Republic Imperi Center of Research and Development of Warfare and Science". Behind him lay the body of Corporal Briegosvich, a young New Republic trooper who had the grueling task of guarding the gate. A Mynock Q33 shell sat next to him. Bacardi had been assigned to Operation: Eclipse, Bacardi, along with Lieutenant Commander Trelevyan were tasked to find and destroy the "New Republic Center of Research and Development of Warfare and Science" radioactive tanks. By sending in two men that were well equipped for this mission, Vast Empire Intelligence did not have to risk any more men and women.

Taking two steps forward and leaping, Bacardi wrapped his hands around the eight meter fence's top. Pulling himself up with both arms, Bacardi crossed both his legs over the fence and dropped. His black combat suit snagged a bit on the fence, but he made it through. Looking forward, all he saw was one large ass dam. On the other side of the dam was the "New Republic Imperi Center of Research and Development of Warfare and Science", and on the other side was close to a three kilometer leap of faith (a jump). Briskly running, Bacardi checked he had everything, his gun, bungee wire, com, he was all set. On his wrist was his Omega Seamaster Professional watch, one from the ages, looking at it as he took a step up on the dam wall he checked the time, 6:26 AM. He had eighteen minutes to meet Trelevyan.

Tying his wire to a iron clad hook, Bacardi moved over to the side of the dam, not looking down. He put his hands to his side and took a deep breath, he jumped. Resisting the urge to wiggle and break the jump, Bacardi took fault when the wire added tightness and flung Bacardi up three feet. He was about half a foot from his entry point, an air duct. Disconnecting the wire, Bacardi's head came in contact with the metal air duct's surroundings. A loud 'clang' was heard and Bacardi got up and began to disassemble the air duct's security screen. Removing the screen, Bacardi began to crawl in, his Mynock Q33 raised, it's silencer heavy on Bacardi's hands. The air was stiff in a sense, hardly enough of it. About half a minute into crawling, Bacardi reached his destination - the storage room. Silently opening the air duct and moving it to the side, Bacardi lowered himself, weapon raised.

"Stop it were you stand." A brisk New Republic trooper said to Bacardi, 25 or so by the looks of it. He began to translate into other languages. "Moshin et urer es lian. Gracis et drala cincod. Es.." The trooper raised his rifle as if he was going to shoot Bacardi, Bacardi winced for the pain that never came. Suddenly a bell rang as if the men were changing shifts. Two silent shots were heard as the trooper's rib cage was penetrated by two bullets. Trelevyan came over the body, his slim body leaned over the man and fired again. He then turned around and opened his mouth to speak, no words came out. He merely reached out his hand with a small grin.

"Saved by the bell." Bacardi muttered as he raised his Mynock. "Special Agent Bacardi, Vast Empire Intelligence. Nice to meet you." Bacardi grinned as he looked over the building's floorplan that was pasted onto the wall.

"Lieutenant Commander Alec Trelevyan, Vast Empire Naval Intelligence Branch 15 head. Pleased to meet you." Trelevyan finished the handshake and silently turned around towards the door. Taking a peek open he gave the "all clear" symbol and Bacardi came behind him. Taking down a small set of stairs, Trelevyan held up his hand to "stop" Bacardi. Trelevyan leaned up against the wall that was next to him, combined to of his fingers, and pointed next to him. Bacardi threw himself out in the open. One lone, unsuspecting, and probably daft trooper stood there, weapon in hand, but not raised. Bacardi shot once, the trooper braced and pulled his arms into his stomach, were he was shot. The projectile had hit him smack in the stomach, he would die within a minute or two. The man let out a small groan. "Oh, shit..." Trelevyan muttered as he came around the corner and shot the man in the head.

Both of the men turned the corner were the man had been shot and found another hallway, this time gleaming white. Both of the men cautiously creeped forward, to their surprise, a scientist in front of them into another room, seemingly daft to his surroundings. Trelevyan handed Bacardi something, taking it, Bacardi looked down and realized that it was a Class 7.8 VENI Decoder, the best in it's class. Looking forward, Bacardi also found that their objective was ahead, but sealed behind a encoded door. Trelevyan was already ahead of him, he moved forward to the door the scientist had walked in, leaned his arm against the door and raised his gun - firing twice. The two scientists that were in the room were killed with a small "clash" of glass. Bacardi took a knee by the door and pressed the Decoder into the keypad, pressing the signal code Bacardi immediately heard three affirmative "beeps".

The door opened and Trelevyan came in after Bacardi, they both turned around and shut the door, encoding it again. Looking in front of them (into the room they had just entered) a magnificent sight appeared... gas tanks, radioactive gas tanks. They were both on a large stairwell platform, on the left side of them was the room that Trelevyan had just killed the scientists in, backed by some time of strong glass. On the right there was a door that was marked by something in Aurabesh. On the other side of the room there was a station for guards, and above it there was another stairwell along with a door.

"Too easy..." Bacardi said to Trelevyan in a hushed voice as they both leaned against the stairwell for a moment. He contemplated on how the mission was partially easy, and how the other parts were hard, he shrugged it off. Trelevyan opened his mouth to reply with a sneed remark most likely:

"Half of everything is luck." Trelvyan responded, Bacardi chucked at this. His brow then furrowed as he thought of another question.

"And the other half?" Bacardi asked as an alarm rang off.

"Fate." Trelevyan said as he began to run down the stairs in a half panic. Bacardi was right behind him. Two guards came out of the top stairwell door on the other side of the room. Trelevyan raised his pistol as he reached the bottom of the stairs and shot once, the bullet impacted with one trooper and sent him flying down the stairs. Firing again, this time lagging behind for the desired effect, the bullet hit the last trooper square between the eyes. The trooper came flying down onto the floor. Bacardi hit the bottom of the stairs and headed into the gas tanks. Trelevyan imemdiately appeared as Bacardi popped back out and Trelevyan threw Bacardi the trooper's SG-Rifle. "Timer set for six minutes."

"Six minutes check." Bacardi screamed back as he set a charge to one of the gas tanks. He pressed the top button and changed the value to six minutes. Fourteen or so New Republic troopers appeared in the window at the top of the stairs. Bacardi looked at them a bit as he was setting the last charge, "oh... fuc..." the man that was leading them was Colonel Omuruz, a ruthless Colonel of the New Republic. He raised his hand and moved it forward. All of the New Republic troopers began firing their weapons at the window. Plasma began to erode the window so fast that it was gone quicker then... well, that. The troopers began to pour into the room. "Alec, theres a draft."

"Closing time." Trelevyan said, raising his rifle and firing full auto. Four troopers were flung back by pure force and three more were injured and hit the ground. The rest of the troopers yelled as more blasts from Bacardi came their way. Moving back to the mines, he set one of them to 3 minutes. Suddenly, the firing stopped... Bacardi stopped moving for a second and dropped his rifle. He pulled out his pistol and moved out to take a look. Alec Trelevyan was on his knees, looking up with a sad and cut face at the Colonel's pistol. "Finish the job Bacardi, blow them all to hell." The colonel looked down, nodded his head. Trelevyan looked up and screamed: "For the V-" Trelevyan took a blaster bolt to the cheek. He was dead. The body fell limp onto the ground and Bacardi retreated back into the gas tanks.Firing from the troopers signaled that Bacardi barely had any time left.

Bacardi took back to the last mine, it read one minute thirty eight seconds. Bacardi immediately grabbed ahold of a carousel gas container holder. The roller wheels helped Bacardi as he pushed forward, towards the exit. If one of the troopers hit this, they would all die. "You can't win..." The colonel sneered at Bacardi. He did not open fire just in case one of his men hit the gas tanks that were on the carousel.

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