Rogueboy surveyed the battlefield, a dissatisfied smirk running across his face as he filed his report, a distant explosion reminded him that the battle still waged on below. Looking over to the pilot of the AT-ST Rogueboy signalled him to continue forward. “Let’s get closer to the action.” The Stormtrooper’s Executive Officer commanded.

“Yes, sir.” The pilot said in a voice akin to a droids.

The AT-ST began to climb a small hill, “Sir if I might ask why are you here?”  The Imperial army driver asked.

“When you’re a trooper you’re a trooper to the end.” The Executive Officer tried to crack a joke.

The driver shrugged, and didn’t press the issue. The real reason that Rogueboy was on this backwater planet and writing a battle report was because the prefect wanted a report on how effective the Imperial Army was at subjugating a planet, and how they behave when under fire. As of yet they seemed to follow orders admirably, two men had tried to break away from their squad and retreat against orders. The squad leaders had shot them in the back as a reminder to the rest of their men that desertion was unacceptable.

Currently the AT-ST that Rogueboy was sharing with the pilot was separated from the rest of the company. The reason for this was that RB was monitoring helmet cams and wanted an actual view of the battlefield so that it would be much easier to piece where the trooper was at the time. On the monitor that Alex was currently watching he noticed that helmet cam had been staring at the ground for the past minute or so, pressing a button he switched to another helmet of a trooper in the same squad which showed the same thing. Using a style he made note of the squad’s KIAs on his datapad.

The planet of Sirador Prime was an independent planet near to one of the Vast Empire’s recent acquisitions on the Imperial march to the core, the sole reason that it was being invaded by the Imperial remnant is because of its location. Sirador Prime gave the opponents of the Vast Empire a key location to raid on VE shipping. Because the planet was not a top priority the task of conquering it was given to the Imperial Army, armed with Wraith squad as an escort; Alex began his report.

The war had been waging on for a few weeks and Rogueboy had attended the Imperial Army Commander meetings as an observer and using his datapad had recorded them. It has been many late nights and because of that Rogueboy had given Wraith squad the day off.

Rogueboy grinned as he remembered looking into the barracks on Sirador Prime and seeing them all tucked into their cots; their equipment chests shut and locked so that none of the IA troopers would steal from the Stormtroopers.

The AT-ST made its way up the hill and began it fast trot down. “Didn’t the battalion go east?” Rogueboy asked.

“Isn’t this east?” The pilot asked.

“No...” Alex hesitated. “I think this is southwest...”

The XO looked over at the instruments and noticed that everything was shifting left to right. “We’re being sensor jammed.” He announced sadly.

“Shit...” The pilot responded as he stopped the AT-ST. “We should be about threehundred kilometres from base.”

“No...we’re not going to get back to base.” Alex decided.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“We’re in semi-hostile territory, there’s a war going on, we’re being jammed, our best chance is to try to meet up with the platoon.” Rogueboy said nervously as he fingered the blaster pistol he hasn’t had to use in over five months, since earning his Executive Officer promotion. “Can we send out a request for help?”

“No, sensors and comlinks are jammed.” The pilot responded.

“What the hell is jamming us?” Rogueboy asked, very frustrated.

“Not too sure, sir I would suspect either a solar flare or enemy installation nearby.”  The pilot suggested.

“Was there a solar flare warning?” Alex asked.

“None that I know of, sir.” The pilot answered.

“You know it’s times like these when I wish there was an emergency kit that actually contained a compass.” Rogueboy said.

“Well sir, we do have emergency kits, but no compasses.” The crewman responded.

Rogueboy didn’t make a comment to the crewman’s answer for the simple reason that he knew what was in the kits; hell he had signed his name on the flimsiplast along with the Imperial Army’s Executive Officer that authorized the use of those kits specifically.

After another hour of wandering around in one direction they had to admit that they were lost. “It’s about a half an hour until about sunset, I had told the base I would be back way before.” Rogueboy said hinting that a search party would be in the making sometime soon.

“Umm...sir?” The pilot attempted to get RB’s attention.

“Yeah what is it?” Rogueboy asked as he noticed that the pilot was pointing at some men moving over a ridge a few meters away.

“Are those ours?” The pilot asked.

“No...” Alex said as he noticed that one of the troopers had a PLEX launcher with them.

“Shit.” They both murmured as the launcher sent out a cloud of exhaust.

Back at the base
“Alright guys.” Anival started as he looked around at his squad, as they were geared in standard stormtrooper armour and A280 rifles. “The XO hasn’t come back yet from his survey, his last known location was here.” He said as he pointed at a holographic map. “It’s approximately three hundred klicks from the base, to achieve the best time possible I’ve requisitioned some speeder bikes for us to use. So mount up boys and girls, we’ll be there in about a half an hour.”

OOC:

Alright I'm under attack out in the field trailing the Imperial Army Troopers in the battle for Sirador Prime, Wraith was sent as my honour guard, but I let them sleep in. Stupid stupid me, Murphy's law showed up, anyways the time that I was due back to the base has come and passed, Wraith is coming out to investigate as a precaution, using the last transmission I sent as a beacon. Also expect your comlinks to be fuzzy the planet is going through a solar flare from a nearby sun.

Gear: Regular Stormtrooper Armour
A280s
Your choice of pistol
2 frags
1 smoke

Idiot thought Anival, why couldn’t he have stayed and been lazy like every other XO in the history of XO, finally one who is willing to move his lazy ass, and he is too stupid to take us with him.
   
One by one the mounted their vehicle, and strapped in their weapons. Anival straddled the bike, and marveled at its design. It was simple, but it was more than enough to get the job done. Several ignitions were turned, most in unison, Anival was the last, he did it on purpose.


Let the troopers think he wasn’t paying attention, he wanted them to note he was one of them, over the past few weeks he had felt his influence dropping, although he knew he was still respected, more of his decision were being criticized, or all together ignored. He would make small mistakes, and be perfect when it mattered, he would assume his role when it mattered, not when it wasn’t needed.


“How did you do it, Jenny? We’re all wondering.”
Anival wondered if Jamasis was being sarcastic, to him it seemed so, the sarcasm was lost on Jenny, who went on about a story of her former life. Anival chuckled mentally.
“Alright, enough chit-chat, lets continue on foot, no use alerting anybody we’re coming. Nightowl you take point, I don’t want to be the first one to get shot.”

“Oh thanks Ani, that makes me feel loved.”

“It’s what I’m here for.”

The squad formed up and walked, silently moving, the fact that white plastiod armor only made them more conspicuous was not lost on Anival, and he was sure most of the troopers felt the same way, they should have been wearing swamp trooper armor, or at least have gotten some paint. They were as obvious as an equay among wookies.

After about an hour and a half of walking, someone reported to have spotted an encampment. Anival walked over and asked for Jenns macro binoculars, the sight was not what Anival expected, there were tents set in a random, the only place that seemed to have military order were the medical tents.

A few supply crates seemed to be opened and laying around, the floor still had grass, which meant the camp hadn’t been there long enough for it to be trampled. The soldiers seemed to be in almost the same shape, they seemed to have been in a fight, and had been sent running with their tails tucked.

“Alright, we wait now, I don’t want to act rash, they survived this long, they can survive a bit longer, and when we do attack the rules of engagement are: Do not fire upon the medical tent, or medical staff. Apart from that shoot to kill, unless they are noticeably out of place.”

“Like a XO in an enemy camp?”

“Exactly, now keep an eye on them at all time, if a soldier takes a piss on a bush I want to hear about it, we will keep watch until nightfall.”

“That shouldn’t be long.”

Anival sat on the floor and took out a ration bar, he opened it, and threw the wrapper on the floor, he thought of the night ahead and took off his helmet and laid down for a nap, there wouldn’t be rest once they started the actual work.


One or two others did the same; the rest took to idle chatter. The warm sun basked on Anivals face, its warm rays sending him into a calm sleep.

OOC:

Alright, post done, we found the enemy camp, but we are not engaging. some CD and whatnot for now I guess.

Jenny couldn’t sleep as she was anxious for the battle to begin. She knew that they had to do something before the battle started, scout out the perimeter, and find out the strengths and weaknesses of the hostiles. It fit her personality more, she wasn’t one to sit back and do nothing, she was more one to take action and prepare herself for the coming battle.

    Besides checking her A280 and her DL-54 blaster pistols to see if it was loaded or if it was jammed in any places, Jenny took out her macro binoculars and scanned them over to the enemy camp, wandering closer and closer to it without notice, her A280 shouldered within reach.

    It was a beautiful afternoon indeed, the warm sun basking on the enemy troopers’ faces from behind the clouds, like a hidden treasure, a beautiful crystal, a few lonely scavenger walking around, moaning in their voices for perhaps food, the breeze of the occasional wind brushing past.

    From her previous experiences with soldiers and judging by their attire, stance, walk, expressions, even though they had been running with their tails tucked, these soldiers were still battle hardened and alert. This was especially true for their commanders, who were mostly awake and alert, enforcing their strict military code when a trooper was lazy or lacking in its duty.

    Jenny also saw that they made routine patrols around their camp all the time, with the men changing at irregular times and keeping to the camp perimeter mostly, never wandering off.  Even when taking a piss, Jenny noticed, these men did it at a spot close to the camp, for fear of being taken prisoner. 

    She then calculated their numbers, two companies in the tents of about two hundred men, lead by two captains, with personal guards, the companies divided into at least four platoons and six squads per each platoon lead by their respective lieutenants and sergeants, most likely senior ones. The officers had been organizing their troops, preparing them for battle, checking the supply crates and the medical tent, which seemed to be heavily guarded, probably for its importance.

    At last she looked at their gear. The troopers were equipped with rifles that had been customized to fit a soldier’s speciality needs, like precision scopes for accuracy on a sniper rifle or targeting system on a PLX missile launcher, the ones that she had discovered back at the site of the downed AT-ST. They were also outfitted with sharp knifes, an assortment of grenades on their belt, and wore medium armour which had signs of battle on it but was still in good condition.

    A force to be reckoned with, no doubt, as formidable as Ella’s forces, though they lack the patience that her troops have, their craving for battle will probably blind them to face their enemies head on. Although they seem to be more and more in military order than when Ani saw the encampment back a while ago, inspired by their leaders’ words every so often. Jenny wondered in thought as Jamasis tapped her shoulder, which caused her to jolt and grab her A280, pointing it at her ASL. When she saw who it was, she signed with relief and lowered her weapon.

    “Try not to sneak up on me like that, Jamasis! It’s really annoying, I’m trying to scout out the enemy encampment.” Jenny warned, trying to keep her voice down as she had wandered quite close to the enemy encampment to get a feel of the place, lying on her belly just to avoid being seen.

    “Alright, I will, now come on, let’s get out of here. You’ll have to report what you’ve seen at the camp with Ani.” Jamasis gestured as Jenny followed him, wandering slowly past the patrols.

--------Ten minutes later--------

    “Great, you almost got us caught with those last groups of guards. Just be glad that I was concerned with your safety, otherwise who knows what would’ve happened. Jenny, try to wander with at least an escort next time you want to scout out the enemy. This is not your battlefield anymore, Jenny, this is theirs, you’re not dealing with your enemies, you’re dealing with the enemies of the imperial stormtroopers, and trust me, those enemies are a lot tougher than what you’ve faced.” As she walked back to Wraith’s camp with Jamasis, listening to his kind words of lesson, she hid a slight smirk and merely nodded in agreement, pretending to take the lesson into heart.

    Not tougher than facing death with a rancor and your worst enemy, not tougher than facing hunger and cold on Hoth as I trained under my master. There were a lot more worse things I had been through in my life and some choices that I once regretted I’ve come to peace with. Compared to all those hardships, this is nothing, nothing but a minor nuisance that will be solved in time. Jenny thought of the encampment and her true feelings as she came back with Jamasis to the camp and an awake and angry squad leader.

    “Goddamn it, Jenny, if it wasn’t for the camp not too far away, I would have screamed your ears off for your insolence. What the hell were you thinking, wandering near the enemy?! Are you trying to get yourself killed, is there some death wish on your head?! By the emperor, I swear I will never understand the things you do sometimes, Jenny, you are a real mysterious and sly bitch.” He said angrily, holding his screams in to keep their location a secret, but speaking in a low screaming tone all the same.

    “Listen to what Jenny has to say, Ani, and let’s not start the finger pointing. Our anger and wisdom will extort toward the enemy soon enough.” Jamasis’ reminders seemed to stir something in Ani, for Jenny saw him nod slowly, with a slight disgust on his face, as if he had a bad meal with that ration bar he ate.

    Jenny explained everything she saw at the encampment, from the slowly organizing enemy, their numbers, gear, and set-up. She had great pleasure explaining it to the squad, with their curious eyes upon her, Jenny felt proud of what she had found. But she learned not to be arrogant, and became more modest when she finished telling her discoveries.

    “Well, that’s everything I remember seeing at the camp. I didn’t see any XO over there, but with the amount of troops, I’m sure he’s inside it. We’re going to face some tough challenge if we decide to engage them.”

    “No, Jenny, we shouldn’t engage them.” Jenny was surprised at Quillia making a suggestion since she didn’t usually do so, but Jenny listened with intent anyways, Quillia continuing without even noticing.

    “Well, I mean if we found where RB and the pilot is, we could engage a sneaking maneuver and rescue them. Risky, but we can’t call for backup, the solar flare is disrupting our communication.”

    “Actually, I think Quillia is right on this one, because the flare disrupts their communication as well. What’s your opinion, Jenny?” Ani agreed with a slight smirk on his face as he asked Jenny snidely, for he finally found someone with a good idea besides Jenny.
   
    “As long as we keep our presence covert and don’t kill too many of them to rouse their suspicions. It’s a tricky play, but I think Ani should consider it before moving forward, alright?” Jenny saw Ani agree in silence, with somewhat pain on his face for her caution, as she rolled her eyes and sat down.
   
Without looking at the others, she took out a ration bar, opening it and throwing away the wrapper. She then consumed the ration, all the while pondering if her choice to exercise caution was the right one. I guess we’ll have to find out. Exercising caution wasn’t my greatest strength, but maybe I could make up for some of it with this decision.

Jenny was very angry with herself, she had let Ani carry out his plan, without knowing if it would work, if he could get RB out of there. God, what is he thinking, leaving us with all this ammo….. Wait a minute….. Jenny looked at the ammo and their smoke grenades, something suddenly clicked into place. I knew it, that son of a….
   
The alarm was still ringing, the enemy still searching, thinking of others to follow in Quillia’s and Ani’s wake. Jamasis had led Jenny and Nightowl to a safe hiding place near the camp where he thought out the next plan of action. Nightowl was impatient as he asked Jamasis quietly, looking around nervously. The enemy troops searching through the camp with their desperate voices, trying to get this done so they could have a rest after a long day.

    “Come on, Jamasis, we need to think of a plan, they could be searching here any moment. Ani and Quillia could’ve been already captured or worse, even dead. Jamasis!” There was a plea in his voice, he was almost crying, it felt, to Jenny.

    “Only way is guerrilla tactics, Jamasis, that’s why Ani left us all this ammo and our smoke grenades, we are going to create an illusion.”

    Jamasis was shocked at Jenny’s sudden interruption and her having an idea this quick, but she knew what she was thinking and continued confidently:

    “The night is upon us, we have the cover of darkness, and with the smoke, we’ll have even more. Jamasis, we need to create the illusion that we are more than it seems, that’ll really put the scare on the enemies.” Jenny stopped and thought of the camp they had seen when they infiltrated. The enemy, their patrols, the way their camp was set up, their direct assault. No plans, just charge and kill, it's a f***ing bloody mess….

    “Interesting. The enemy is more sly than I originally thought, and not formidable either, but easy to break.” Jenny saw the gesture from Jamasis to go on, and she did, even they both looked awed and stunned by her intuition. “They’re not what I described earlier in the afternoon. These people have been trying to cover their tracks, covering their mess, although now I see how bad it is inside. I see the real picture. The men are battle hardened, yes, but morale is quite low, as RB makes them a target, a target for men like us. The nerves will get to them, if we make it seem we are quite the force to be reckoned with.”

    “Interesting analysis, Jenny, so what are you suggesting, exactly?” Jenny sensed a chuckle of amazement behind that question. Jenny wasn’t surprised, she knew that her intuition has always been quite the mystery to people, as it always helped her in the most troubling situation when she was hunting down the murderers of her parents and other influential senators.

    “I provide cover with these A280 ammo, you two pop out your respective smoke grenade and throw it into an open spot in the camp. Then you’ll come from two sides and attack, kill as many as possible, switch sides and continue, just do whatever you have to do.”

        “Jenny, are you sure that you can’t---” Jenny was very annoyed at this argument and replyed in her best tone possible, trying to hold back the anger:

    “You two have a better effect than I do. Plus I’ll switch positions too, to further confuse them. Just make sure you kill them and don’t leave any alive, otherwise this won’t work.”

    “I see. Well, I think I’ll agree to that plan, since we haven’t got any better.” Jamasis ended that with the chuckle that he had been hiding. Jenny pretended not to notice, and checked her A280 to make sure it was ready, looking through her macro binoculars at the camp. Finally, he lets it out, I wonder what he’s thinking at this moment. God, I love the look on their faces when I tell them about my plan, when they have none and only can listen to me with begging eyes. Jenny chuckled at that thought, looking in the direction of the camp. She suddenly told the situation to Jamasis, with confidence in her heart.

    “There’s a good location, right there, at the rear of the camp, where I earlier spotted people getting food. Guess they don’t guard their food as well as their ammunition, the camps where the ammo must be is filled with troops, sweeping through it, at least four squads, two to search through and two to cover their asses. Nice place to throw a grenade in the direction of if we needed a distraction.”
   
    “Then we could divert more of their troops to the ammo depot, that would make quite the explosion no doubt, assuming of course, that Ani, Quillia and RB aren’t in that area.” Jenny heard Jamasis trying to follow her train of thoughts, she quickly responded to his questionable tone on that last sentence. There were running sounds in their comms, which meant they were moving to the location on either side.

    “They wouldn’t be there, too dangerous, our enemy needs them alive, to find out what they know about our strength, the chances of us coming after, how many would come after.”

Jenny gave out the signal by filling the food depot with blaster bolts, possibly killing troops that had been there. She heard smoke grenades pop out and thrown in that direction from two sides unseen. Jenny hid herself as much as possible as she continued to fire in that direction. The smoke filled the area, and soon she stopped firing, reloading her second expired clip. She didn’t want to risk hitting Jamasis and Nightowl, as she heard blaster shots from that area, able to distinctly differ the automatic fire sound from the blaster fire sound.

The blaster fire sound seemed to come from all directions toward the ammo depot, just as she had planned. There were shouts of panic and quick running sounds toward the ammo depot, probably led by the nervous sergeants. Soon sounds of protest were present, probably made by the more calm lieutenants. But it was probably all too late, as a grunt and yells of pain and some squads probably stampeded towards the ammo depot madly, while what’s left defend against the incoming and unknown threat. Three taps were given signalling the stage was set for the grenade. Jenny gave the signal back to fire away and felt something press on her back.

“Put down the weapon, you imperial scum. I knew there was someone out here helping them. But I didn’t expect it to be a whore in the form of a twi’lek.” Jenny complied with a smile on her face as she faced her opponents, three guards with automatic rifles pointed at her head, the captain pointing his pistol between her breasts.

“You’re such a pervert you know, pointing your weapon like that. You should watch your manners, Captain.” She gestured to his obvious uniform with the insignias. “No armor either, just a knife, you’re gonna make this a whole lot easier.”

The captain soon found out the meaning, as the ammo depot suddenly blew up, taking the nearby soldiers with, engulfing the place in flames. The distraction for them to look at the explosion was all she needed, as she quickly ducked down and slammed into the captain’s pelvis with her left hand holding him. After that, as if in slow motion, she fired back at the three guards with stray shots from her A280, which killed them, eventually.

    She was soon on top of the captain, blasting A280 shots into his weapon hand, rendering it useless. She pointed her A280 at his other hand, rendering it useless also, for fear he pulls out his knife on her. Jenny assessed the situation, thinking that it would be better to take him to Jamasis for questioning rather than to kill him, even though he had insulted her. And then I’ll take care of you, cut you up real nice, you little pervert. Jenny thought cruelly in her head as Jamasis relayed over comm, keeping the chatter to a minimal to avoid detection.

    “Ammo depot down, their comm. went with it.”

    “Got officer here, taking him to rendezvous point for interrogation. Should have RB’s position soon enough.” Jenny was quick to her words as she crushed his blaster pistol, knocking him out, dragging his unconscious body to the rendezvous point.

    “Do the interrogation now, while the enemy is still scattered and trying to figure out what’s happening.” Jamasis’ orders seemed urgent, like something was about to happen.

    Jenny complied and took out the officer’s knife. She stabbed it in his kneecap and punched him on the face to stop the screams. Her legs were pinning the knee wounds tight, and her left hand were on his mouth as she said with a coerce tone, whispering it to his ears.

    “Now you are going to tell me where the officers are and you’re gonna tell me now or you won’t see your family anymore.”

    “No, never, I’ll never tell you and turn against my cause, not even for---” Muffled screams were heard as Jenny squeezed his left arm and twisted it, applying further pressure to his knees.

    “How much do you want to suffer, do you wanna die, my friend.” Jenny shot his side, just brushing the artery, as a sign of how far she was willing to go. She could tell in his eyes that he was breaking, so she asked again, with a threatening voice, closer to his ears, a bit louder, so that his eardrums couldn’t take it.

    “Where are the officers that you have captured?!”

    “I know only one, only one, just stop hurting me. Our biggest catch is in one of the tents in the center of the encampment. I can upload the schematics and put the coordinates in, but no more pain…. I can’t take much more, I just want to….” His faint voice signalled death, which took place when he stabbed himself in the chest, keeping his mouth shut to avoid the location from popping out.

    “Shit, that son of a….” Jenny then relayed on the comlink with a disappointed tone. “Squad, officer down, I repeat, officer down, he killed himself.”

    “Damn it, Ani better come through soon, ‘cause they’ll soon realize what’s wrong and come back to haunt us.”

Rogueboy licked the space between his thumb and index finger; closing his fist he used it to clean the dry matted blood from his temple. He was less than content with his situation; he knew that unless something happened and happened soon he would either be transferred out of this temporary camp to somewhere more remote, or he would be publicly executed. Either way he didn’t like those choices.

At the sound of footsteps rusting through the grass Rogueboy lied on the makeshift cot and pretended to be asleep. “Is the prisoner awake?” A young man’s voice asked.

“Let me check.” The guard poked his head through the door. “Negative.”

“Humph...” The man said, not long after the sound of swishing grass began again, but this time it got more distant.

“What do you think he wanted with the prisoner?” One guard asked the other.

“If I was psychic, I wouldn’t be here, and I wouldn’t have to deal with your stupid questions.” The other guard said menacingly. “Don’t ask stupid questions, we’ll find out soon enough.”

Almost as if the guard was actually psychic the familiar swishing heralded the arrival of someone. One of the guards chuckled as the door opened. Once again Rogueboy was pretending to be asleep, with his eyes totally closed he heard the man approach the side of the bed. As soon as the man stopped a somewhat familiar sound came to Rogueboy and he couldn’t quite place it. At least until the man dumped a bucket of water over him and he came up sputtering.

“Wha...the hell?” Rogueboy barely managed to say as he was spitting out water that had gone in through his nose.

“Rise and shine sweetheart you’re coming with me.” The youngish man commanded.

“Do I have to?” The executive officer asked.

“I can see from your cuts, that you give alot of lip, keep it up and the cuts will get deeper.” The man said as he turned as if expecting Rogueboy to follow.

“Actually the hits came first.” He said as he got up to follow the man who raised his right hand to his cheek as a warning.

“Don’t test me.” Was all he said as he started walking out the door with Rogueboy in tow.

They had crossed a fair part of the camp before stopping outside of a tent where the man motioned Rogueboy to enter. As soon as he entered he looked around the room and saw five men, and a cam droid.

“Sithshit.” Rogueboy muttered under his breath.

“I believe you know what this is.” One of the men said.

With that Rogueboy was kicked behind his kneecap and brought to his knees and three men walked up next to him brandishing their blaster rifles. The light on the holocam droid switched to red, and one of the men not in the droids view began reading from a script. “We of the planet Sirador Prime order the Vast Empire to withdraw all their forces from our planet’s surface, as well as lift the blockade and leave our system. Failure to comply with these demands will force us to execute you’re executive officer, does the executive officer have any words to add?” The man looked up and saw Rogueboy nodding. “You may speak them.”

“Hi mom and dad, I’m at camp Sirador wish you were here...” The man who had done the reading looked disgusted and motioned to the men surrounding the captured executive officer.

The first one shoved him down so that Rogueboy was lying on his side and the rest just began kicking him with their boots. Instinctively Alex’s hands went up to protect his head, not that it helped all that much and by the time the officer who had done the reading called for the men to stop; by that time Rogueboy felt like a punching bag and the pain seemed to come from every direction. “Stand him up.” The man in charge commanded.

Sure enough Rogueboy was lifted off the ground by two of the men who had each grabbed him by the arm. Pulling out his blaster pistol he put the barrel of the weapon in Rogueboy’s mouth. “Listen to me you piece of bantha shit, you will beg for your life in front of that holocam or so help me it will be the last time you’re ever on a holo.”

The threat seemed hollow to Alex, or perhaps it was because of the ringing in his ears that made everything seemed hollow. All of a sudden there was a series of loud bangs followed by an explosion which in turn was followed by another explosion. The ground seemed to shake and one of the men let go of Alex to go look outside the tent, which caused the executive officer to crash down onto the tent floor. “The munitions are lit up!” He yelled back.

OOC:

Alright I'll let you know what's going on in my mind, Jenny set off the munitions dump from some shots from a treeline or she just got really close. Anival and Quillia I would recommend not walking around in your stormtrooper armour, something about ya know 200 troopers being around. See if you can rob some clothing sneak around, find me in the tent and help rescue me so we can escape the camp.

OOC:

Post Read: Yes
Important Points: Wraith Squad minus Anival and myself have destroyed a munitions storage facility, causing fire and loud noises.
Key Points: Majority of enemy personnel are investigating the explosion.

    There was a loud "boom," the room shuddered, Quillia and Anival looked at each other.

"Did that just happen or did a take a bigger hit to the head than I thought?" Quillia asked.

"I believe that that would be our cue to hurry this little operation along." Anival replied.

"Gunny, you have three options; help us, make a break for it, or wait here. I would not suggest option three, seeing as we tend to make a mess of things, and you won't want to be here for that."

Quillia removed her armor, leaving just the body glove on. Anival and Tore both looked at her quizzically.

"I'd rather run around in just the black body glove and avoid getting shot at as opposed to being two bright white stormies drawing attention to ourselves." She stated curtly.

"Well, I'm so banged up I'm sure I wouldn't be much help." Gunny Tore began, "Not to mention there's not enough firepower around, I'd just be dead weight for the most part. I think I'll just make a run for it."

"Well in that case take this." Quillia  pulled a holdout blaster from underneath her body glove. "Just don't worry about where I had to hide it, and erm... good luck."

Anival gave Quillia a questionable look, as he finished dressing down to his body glove. She tossed him the blaster rifle.

"Ready Ani? The ex-oh isn't going to save himself." She said heading to the door.

The three former captives left their cell and followed the hallway to a small guard post. They stopped before entering the room.

Quillia peeked into the room and saw one guard, with his back to the the escapees.

"There's only one guard I can see, back to us. If you two can cover me, I can take him out quietly."

Anival nodded, and moved to cover Quillia as she made her way into the room. She crept up behind the guard, placed one hand over his mouth to muffle any noise he might make, and drove her other fist into his throat crushing his larynx silencing him for good. She gestured that it was all clear, Anival and Gunny Tore entered behind her.

"That was impressive, if we get out of this remind me to buy you a drink." Tore said.

"Not if, Gunny, when. You're going to make it to safety and we're going to finish our mission, and muck up everything we can just to set everyone else back."

Anival had been going through the guard's station looking for any intelligence on the base, or where they were keeping the executive officer.

"Ah-ha!" Anival exclaimed as he pulled a filmsi map of the base out from under a pile of papers on the desk. He studied the map, figuring their current position, and the possible locations they could be keeping Rogueboy. All the while Quillia was divesting the recently deceased guard of his Kylan-3 pistol.

"I don't think you'll be needing this anymore." Quillia muttered as she checked the pistol over.

"So boss, what's the plan now?"

OOC:

Summary: Anival and Quillia have escaped, and armed themselves, and have a few guesses on where to find RB, while still exploiting the distraction.

Anival felt, or thought he felt the chilly air, maybe it was just his nerves. As soon as they walked outside the sun-blinded them wth ts glare, it was almost directly above them, the time, he guessed, was anywhere from 1100, to 1400. He sighed and looked around cautiously, then ran to a crate near a hover-sled, the shadow had enough cover, he motioned Quillia over.

They made there way in that progress, sticking to shadows, and trying to navigate with the stolen map, the camp, was bigger then they could have guessed, and the commotion that was surely being caused by the remaining wraithies was actually causing more harm then good, it had taken them an hour to cross forty feet of camp, it was tediously slow. Eventually they found their objective, and to their surprise was lightly guarded.

Quillia took down a guard, while Anival took out the other, then he felt something around his neck, a strong arm, There had been three guards. DAMN, I'm so stupid

The soldier was strong, stronger than Anival, and judging by the hold, he was a full head taller than him, Anival tried to get out, but the man just held stronger, darkness started to creep into the edges of his vision, and then, he was let go, he rubbed his neck and turned around, Quillia stood next to the mans unconscious form.

“Thanks,” was all he could muster. She nodded, and they walked into the room. Inside was their XO, and separate individual.

“I see they had your kind of entertainment Alex.” He said gesturing at the man next to him.

“Well, what else was I supposed to do, I have needs as well. And I forgive you for not calling me by rank.”  He winked.

“Well lets go before we get caught.”

“Too late.”

“What now?”

“Just kidding.”

“Hey why are you two in just your body-gloves?”

“New ways of torture.” Anival returned the wink, and they all walked outside.

“Should we go the obviously easy path, or the hard one, littered with soldiers and probable death?”

“You got a gun?”

“Yes.”

“Then we go the hard one, littered with soldiers and probably death.”

“And were off.”

“To see the wizard?”

“Oh do shut up, we need to concentrate.”

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Alright, we found RB, and are now escaping from the camp itself, we should expect some scattered resistance until they find out that he's missing.

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Post read- Yes
Key points for me- The crash was clearly visible, as was the crash site. The obvious course of action is to proceed to the crash site and then to our base.
Important points- The three of them escaped in an RTT, but crashed shortly afterwards

"Ten thousand credits says that's Anival," remarked Jamasis as the three of them watched an RTT take of, fly shakily and then crash into the ground just out of site.

"No bet," said Nightowl.

"Right, we know where to go now. If they didn't get Rogueboy with them we're not going to get him out now. One reason; if we try another rescue they'll shoot him, or at least parade him with a gun at his head. Either way, he dies."

"So we're just going straight to the crash. Right, if we jog we can skirt the edge of the enemy base before the rest of them get back. We should reach the crash site in, maybe, five minutes," said Jennabelle.

"Always with a plan. And for once," Jamasis took a secret delight in saying this, "you're more than a little wrong. We will be going around the edge of the enemy base, but in case you've forgotten, we have a small supply of guns and ammunition here. We'll need it, and I want my rifle back. So, we jog round to the supply depot, which yes, is on the other side of all our enemies, we get the guns, and then we effing run to the crash site."

"Won't running attract more attention?"

"Yes, but that won't matter. Because as we leave I intend to once again shoot at our enemies. Then, some will chase us. Not so many, but hopefully a couple of dozen. Once we link up with the others, remember that the RTT has guns of its own, and so will we. We massacre them."

"And, why?"

"Because I'm fairly annoyed about them disturbing our day, then nearly killing us. Even if it may have been my fault. Plus the notion that three of us killed them all at odds of maybe 8-1 is slightly intimidating, and it will of course be helpful to whichever soldiers have to take this dump. So, we go now, and no arguing."

The three of them jogged off towards their supply depot, not trying to hide or find cover, but always watching for any of the returning troops.

Y'know, that's a good idea this time.

Yeah, thanks.

No problem. Oh, and don't try and annoy Jennabelle. Or anyone else. You do want to stay ASL don't you? And be a good one, rather than an arse?

Yeah yeah, shut up.

Once they reached the guns they each took two rifles and as much ammunition as they could carry.

"You sure this is a good idea?" asked Nightowl as they aimed their guns at the disorganised soldiers that hadn't decided to chase them.

"Yes," sighed Jamasis. "See that group there? About twenty seven, twenty eight of them. We fire at them."

"When?"

"Is your gun aimed?"

"Yes."

"Then fire," Jamasis said, hitting one of the soldiers in the leg. After firing two more shots, he ordered the others again, "Now we run!"

The three of them sprinted towards the crash site, which due to Anival's piloting skills, hadn't moved too far from where it had taken off. It looked less than two kilometres away.

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At the RTT, Rogueboy spotted something about fifteen hundred metres away.

"Hey, Anival! Quillia! Come look at this!"

"What is it?" asked Anival.

"You tell me, you've got binoculars."

After a pause," Aw crap, its Jamasis, Jennabelle and Nightowl. What have they gotten into? Looks like twenty something people chasing them."

"Seriously?" asked Rogueboy. "Hey, pilot, this thing got guns?"

"Uh, yeah it does. You want me to use them?"

"Yes, see if you can get them turned back towards where we came from."

"Can't, need to turn the ship around."

"Pretty please?"

"Uh, I think it's genuinely impossible. There's no power going to the engines. I mean, everything else is working, lights, doors, even climate control. Just there's no power going to the engine."

"Can't you get some of that fairly useless stuff off and put the power in the engines?"

"It'll only fly for a few seconds."

"Just do it. Anival, Quillia, off the ship and get ready to fire at those guys."

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"Jamasis if we survive I'll kill you!" shouted Jennabelle as they sprinted towards the transport and ducked away from the occassional wild shot.

"Trust me."

"I did! Now look at what happened!"

"Like I said, trust me. It'll work, that transport should have guns, and we'll be fine."

"Should? You mean it's a guess? And if it's crashed, how do you think they're going to turn around!"

Oh shi-

Thanks for warning me about THAT one.

I didn't think of it.

No, you criticise but you don't do much better yourself.

You criticised Jennabelle, at least mentally. But look at your plans.

We're the same person.

Shut up.

Inwardly Jamasis smiled, but was brought back to the real world by a sudden sickening humming of engines coming back to life. The transport slowly lifted itself, a meter off the ground, then another, and slowly eased itself around before falling back to the ground again.

"Well, it's facing the right way!" Yelled Jamasis.

"It crashed again! You think they managed to fix the entire ship? Even if the guns were working to begin with, it would take an incredible pilot to fix a ship using only the power in the lig-"

She was cut short by a flurry of blaster bolts smashing into the soldiers behind them; coming from the republic transport. After a matter of seconds there were no pursuers left.

"You... you were saying?" panted Jamasis as he ground to a halt.

"Just shut up... please," said Jennabelle.

"Can you both stop arguing? For once? Please?" asked Nightowl.

"Yeah, sorry," Jamasis straightened up. "Looks like we can get back to our barracks now."

"You do realise I still want to kill you?"

"Yeah yeah, just let us talk to Anival first. Look they're coming over."

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Summary- Finito. Not exactly Shakespeare, but it's good enough. PM me anything I did wrong.
Notes- If Ani or RB want to post, I'm not stopping you writing in a happy and booze-filled ending. The RTT is completely broken now, and we all have our guns, are back together, and recovered RB and the AT-ST pilot. That's a success for once!