- OOC:
- Personal story about eliminating a black market. Create because there is no one in the Academy
Roy and 4 Rebels were standing on a hill overlooking a town. They were meant to eliminate a black market which was operating somewhere there.
“Ok... so I guess this is the place?” rebel on the right of Roy said
“Yep” Roy replied “Let's get back to our speeder. I want have this over, like... now.”
The whole 5 moved to their speeder and then drove to one of the entry gates. Trying to look like a pack of mercenaries they entered the town with no problem, but then they were stopped by a man in red armour. Roy knew who he was: they were called Saboteurs.
“Where are you going?”
“We are looking for a job” one of the rebels replied
“Hmmm.... well, I just have been in the cantina and there is no one who would need a mercenary.. Turn back NOW!
“Turn back... but slowly” Roy whispered to the rebel who was steering “Rest of you, prepare your weapons”
The Landspeeder started turning when Roy was taking out his DC-15s. He then jumped out of the speeder, landed, and started shooting at the Saboteur. He hit him once but the red armour was strong. Immediately lots of blaster-fire from the Landspeeder flew towards the Saboteur. No armour would withstand that amount of blaster fire.
“That wasn't too hard... he didn't expected us to do so.. but.. they knew we were coming” Roy said thinking furiously.
He then runned towards a wall of a building, runned a bit on the wall, jumped higher and grabbed the ledge with one hand as he was still holding the DC-15s. Roy put it back in the pistol-pocket. Roy then grabbed the ledge with his other hand, pulled him self up and stood up. What he saw had shocked him. Street full of Saboteurs.
“I think our primary plan has failed” Roy said slowly
“Why, what do you see?”
“Lots of Reds”
The whole squad started swearing. Roy then jumped down, took out his DC-17M and said:
“I think it's time for plan B” Roy said
“We haven't decided who the trader is...” one the rebels have said but Roy interrupted
“Tiremel will be the trader, he looks...” Roy looked up and down the rebel “...the richest. Jack and me will be the mercenaries.”