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RAIDERS

The door slid open and a republic guard toppled into the dark cell and haphazardly raised his rifle at the prisoner. Havock raised an eyebrow up at the man from her position on the floor. She had taken a break from trying to rig the door to open, not to mention her head was pounding from all the noise filtering into the small room.

"You boys having some trouble out there?"

His hand shook as he attempted to aim at the squad leader. "Shut up..." He glanced around, looking more nervous as each second ticked by. He tossed something in her lap. "Call your people, just make them stop. My wife is on this base too and..."

"Where is she?"

"What?"

Havock rolled her eyes and stood. "Look, take the comlink back. Call your wife and find a hole near a transport, perhaps even on a transport if you can manage. We don't plan on destroying the place, just change ownership of the property."

She walked up to the guard and looked at his rifle, it wasn't bad, slightly less accurate than SCOPE gear but it would do. Havock took the weapon out of his hands and patted him on the shoulder before exiting into the corridor.

The firefight seemed to be fading into the distance. Havock sprinted through the vacant halls back towards the mine. She heard footsteps coming up from what she thought was the last turn before the entrance, of course everything was a bit mutilated in her memory. She took a deep breath and turned the corner, aiming her newly acquired rifle in the face of the republic soldier. The face was just a little too familiar though.

"RK?" She raised her eye brown and looked her ASL up and down. "I was gone for an hour and you switched teams?"

"Hav!" Bright ran around RK and put her hand on Havock's shoulder excitedly. "Havvie, put the blaster down."

The squad leader smirked. "I don't know has he been a good boy while I've been away?"

Karash made an annoyed sound. "Come on, can we leave the hostile base now."

They jogged back to Beta's position and Havock nodded to Skarr. "Okay well now that we are all back together again, anyone wanna raid the commanders fridge?"

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RAIDERS

Havock suddenly wished she hadn't lost her helmet with the HUD, the nightvision would be a nice thing to have in the dark room. She stepped back from point and let Skarr go first.

"Clear."

Valthir clicked the lights to reveal a not so sinister looking conference room.

"Fantastic. I know, lets wait here for them to have a command meeting and jump out from the shadows to scare them to death." Karash shook his head at his position near the door.

Havock rolled her eyes and after getting Valthir's attention pointed to a small terminal near the head of the large table. "Think you could rustle up a map?"

He nodded and jogged around the table punching commands into the keyboard furiously.

"So what's the plan?"

"Well Skarr, I'm hoping that we can find a map then we can make our way to central command and do some real damage." She looked away remembering something. "Let's try to be sneaky though, no need to bang up the place or cause a ton of casualties for someone to clean up."

Skarr nodded. "Okay boss." He turned and addressed the troopers in his charge.

"Hav, I got it." She walked briskly over to stand next to Valthir as he excitedly pointed at the screen. "See we are here, and thats the mine, so if we make our way around here kinda towards the barracks we can avoid most of the security checkpoints."

She slapped his back. "I like it! Good work Val."

Havock raised her voice just slightly so that everyone could hear her. "Let's head....kinda towards the barracks." She smirked and headed towards the door.

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Blackjack

Garryll shook his head. Chainguns and explosions were loud by themselves, but he usually just ignored it. Glorious things, helmets with noise-dampening gear. A little temporary deafness wouldn’t hurt him terribly, though. Squads of Stormtroopers were picking themselves up from their hastily chosen cover in the rubble of the massive gap the AT-ATs had blown open and were beginning to move forwards. A couple of squads of Stormtroopers ran up to them, nodding respectively at the crimson SCOPE armor that marked them as the Elite of the Corps, Wildcard’s Blackjack.

Gates nodded back in acknowledgement; “Sergeants, your squads are with us. We’re the tip of the sword; let the rest of them deal with the chaff. We’re going right for the head of this snake: the command center.”

“Yes sir!” one of the leaders yelled enthusiastically; the other answered with a much more subdued “Sir.”

“Blackjacks - double time it. Three hundred meters to paydirt,” Gates barked, and then cocked his rifle, readying it for combat once again. At his word, they started moving, the three squads of Stormtroopers travelling in three distinct combat elements; one squad would travel on each side of the road, taking cover in the buildings as they went, while one squad went up the middle of the road, ten meters behind the two squads, sitting in a good position to react to an attack from either side.

A group of New Republican soldiers, weapons at port-arms held across their chests, sprinted across the way. They only made it halfway before the two Stormtrooper squads Gates had taken command of opened up from either side of the road. The Republicans had no cover, and no choice but to stand and die. Gates and the Blackjacks added their barrage from the cover position, and soon, all ten men were dead, bleeding on the ground.

“Keep moving!” Gates barked, waving the Blackjacks forwards. The two squads of Stormtroopers increased their pace. Gates boots stomped past the bleeding, dead NR troopers, staining the soles of his boots red.

“Right turn ahead, Sergeant,” Gates said, waving at the Stormtrooper officer. The man nodded, then turned the corner. “Command center is right ahead.”

“Well I c’n definitely see it,” the sergeant responded. “Maybe a dozen or s’ guards outside, milling ‘round.”

Gates was about to respond when his comlink picked up a new channel within receiving range and popped it up on his glasses’ HUD. “Damn,” Gates muttered. “RAIDERS, in all-bloody-caps.”

He tapped to the channel and broke in. “Havock, I can see you on my channel. We’re moving against the command center from the front door, if I do say so myself.”

“Gates? Good - you can distract them for us. We’ll take the rear entrance and take them from both sides.”

“Sounds capital, ma’am,” Gates responded. “We’ll begin our attack momentarily.”

No one else was in as good a position to end this battle as Blackjack and RAIDERs squads, so end it they would. They had to, or the battle would be lost.

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Blackjack

“Here’s the play, troopers,” Gates said. “You two squads go back a block and then take them from the side. Once you have them distracted, Blackjack will take them down, and move into the Command Center. One fireteam will then follow us into the building, while the rest of the squads hold position outside and keep unwanted visitors from getting in to reinforce the command center’s garrison.”

The two Stormtrooper sergeants nodded and then those two squads backtracked their way to the last turn before the short road to the command center’s main entrance. A minute after that, they were in position, and began their attack.

Gates peeked around the corner; less than twenty meters away, the NR squad guarding the entrance turned to face the Stormtroopers pouring gunfire at them. Bullets ricocheted off the asphalt and walls, hissing as they cut viciously through the air.

“Time for us to attack?” Corvin asked, hands tight around his rifle’s grip. Half the squad had lost their helmets, it seemed. Might have something to do with the bullets as opposed to the standard lasers that they dealt with.

“Wait...wait...” Garryll responded, fitting his combat knife to the bayonet lug on his rifle, then. “Okay, we’re moving, now. Blood and iron, Blackjack!”

The Stormtroopers stormed around the corner, rifles snug in their shoulders. A pair of NR troopers scattered some instinctive gunfire at them, and some of the shells slid across their armor, leaving burnt crease marks in it. Gates responded with a burst from his assault rifle, as did the rest of Blackjack, bullets banging from their rifles, mostly to heckle the troopers than to actually hit anything. And then, they were all over the Republican troopers.

One of the troopers that had spotted them died messily, Gates’ bayonet stuck up under his ribcage, falling, heart and major arteries cut up beyond any hope of repair. The man had his revenge, as the rifle was stuck beyond Gates’ quick removal attempt. Ducking low, Gates let the weapon go, yanking out his M4 handgun.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the butt of a rifle sweeping up to hit him in the face. The cold metal dislocated his nose and opened a long cut on his cheek. Rolling with the hit, he avoided more damage, and he raised his pistol.

Blinking blood out of his eyes, he aimed at the man who’d clubbed him, who was trying to aim his rifle down at the prone Blackjack. Gates pulled the trigger first, though, the .44 caliber full-metal jacket hollow point shattering the man’s torso into a messy pulp. Gates sat up, hands gripped tight around the hand cannon, hunting for more targets. Blackjack and the other Stormtroopers had managed to finish them all off, fortunately, and Gates took the oppurtunity to work his rifle free of the corpse that had claimed it.

A hand reached down, and helped him to his feet. “Entrance taken,” Gates exhaled into his comlink with Havock and his squad. “Moving into the base immediately.”

Aside from the comlink, he gestured for a medic. “Someone fix my nose, will you?”

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RAIDERS

Beta got into position by the command center door while RK and Bright went off to set up explosives that would cave in the hall to prevent from being flanked while taking the base.  He got ready to kick down the door with his rifle in a lowered but ready position. Havock had her rifle at the ready to shoot out the hinges so that the door could give way easier. It wasn’t the same heavy doors that were used at the mine entrances but a much lighter and thinner plated door.

“Explosives set,” RK said after jogging back from the site where he had placed them then showed them a remote detonator, “when you’re ready Hav.”

Havock then looked over at Beta, “General…” she said sarcastically.

“Just wait for the right moment,” he then said back.

“Havock! We’ve entered the base, but we’ve bogged down. We’ve probably got all of their attention at this point, too!” They all heard Garryll say onto the open com.

“Just a bit longer,” Beta said. A few seconds later there were a few footsteps in the hall behind them. There was a shout in the background and Beta started to panic.

“NOW!” He yelled and there was an explosion in the background with a few muffled gunshots that were blocked by the falling rubble. At the same precise moment Havock fired a few shots into the side of the door and Beta kicked it down. All the RAIDERS piled quickly into the room and fired at all targets but the commander. As the republic troopers were dropping, Beta felt a searing pain in his abdomen and dropped to his knees with his hands pressed against the source of the pain. He watched as Havock kicked the pistol out of the commander’s hand and RK picked it and put the commander in a headlock with the pistol pressed tightly to the man’s temple. Beta then looked at his hand, which was now stained red and knew then what had happened.

Seriously, out of all the times on this mission it could have happened, why now? he questioned to himself as he was fighting to keeping consciousness. As he tried to watch what was going on everything blurred, then eventually faded.

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