Durandal walked quietly up to the dropship with the rest of the crew, and watched and Yillis gave Squall a hefty looking bag. Durandal looked down at his own rifle, a DC-17 m interchangable Combat System, it was his personal trusty side arm and he always tried to bring it when protacol allowed it, and he read the ammo count on the gun, making sure it was full, then made sure the safety was on, the ride was bound to be bumpy on those ships, and he didn't want to kill a teammate.

He looked over at Urakai and smiled behind his mask and elbowed him, "Nervous?" he said.

Urakai shook his head immediately and from the man's speaker he heard him reply, "Nope, just another day in hell."

Durandal nodded and jumped up on the ship, and strapped himself in, putting his rifle below him. He quietly watched the others fall suit and felt things were going just a bit too fast as the ship suddenly lurched out. He had barely heard the pilot shout out, "We're green!" over the comm.

He shook his head and colmed himself as the ride started, it was hectic as the small drop ship worked it way to the bay. and as we sat there, as vulnerable as ever, dreading only one thing, a squad's worst nightmare, the ship burning up before we land. The squad was helpless till deployed, but once we were deployed we could take care of anything.

But as we sped toward our drop point, red flashed everywhere the ship shaking every once in a while it felt like an eternity till we would get there, and Durandal felt sick at one point from the nausiating flashes and shaking.

But he cooled himself and finally after only a few minutes that seemed like an eternity, the doors opened and Yillis dropped out first, the momentum of the still moving dropship caused him to fall over, and the other dragoons waited only seconds, then jumped out themselves.

Durandal jumped second after Urakai, and followed by Zafo, "to the MC90!" Yillis shouted, and they began to surround the Gunnery Seargent till he could recover as they opened up on the rebel technicians.

The rebels went down with little fight and Durandal moved up to the edge of the wall and peered around it, there were a few more technicians which he quickly disposed and the team started to move up.

Durandal turned back to the squad leader, "This room is clear for the moment sir, which way?"

Tanus ran to the gunship, his newest weapon, the Samurai Edge, resting silently on his hip. It’s black and gray frame contrasted nicely with his start white armor. In his arms rested an EE-3 blaster rifle. What ever waited for Tanus on the ground, he’d be ready. Tanus ran into the gunship as Yillis ordered them in. He was the last one to leave before the gunship leaped out of the launch bay and towards the planet. As they descended into the atmosphere, the ship began to shake as the turbulence rocked the ship’s hull. Tanus bounced a couple of times before the bay doors opened and the Dark Dragoons jumped out. Tanus sneered as the Rebel Technicians all gave them frightful and stunned looks as Stormtroopers cam falling out of the sky. Yillis saw the look on his face and smiled.

“To the MC90!” Yillis shouted.

On his command, the Dragoons opened up a hail of gunfire that lit up the technician’s posts, dropping them like flies. Tanus ran forward, firing the whole time as Rebel after Rebel fell under his barrage. Eventually, they were stopped by some of the rebel security forces. The Dragoons made quick work of them when the rebels realized they were outnumbered two to one.

Eventually, they came to a crossroads. “Which way, boss man?” Tanus heard from the squad.

“This way,” Yillis pointed, and the Dragoons grew ever closer to their target.

After taking out the technichians the squad had set out towards they're target encountering little resistence apart from some rebel secuirity. They were dis-orginised (compared to Imperial forces) and went down without much of a fight. They moved on inhindered.


The usual flashes from the anto aircraft turrets seemed to be dying down which unerved him. That either ment that they couldn't shoot or there was nothing to shoot at. He ignored it and tried to focus on the mission but it kept nagging him.


He glanced at the sky and could still see aircraft up there but they were too far away to see if they were friendly or not. there was still a good deel of fighting of in the distance. Maybe are forces ecured this area. Or the enemy had.


They had been moving for some time and didn't seem to be getting any closer to they're target. After what felt like hours of running they reached it.


Durandal was at point and opened the door and moved in. He was gone in a flash and a second later bolts filled the space he had been occupying only moments before. Squall trough in a grenade and seconds later it was all over. The squad moved into the room and after a quick search was pronounced clear.


They moved over to the nearest door only to find it was locked and heavily reinforced. Orobos sighed, "looks like we'll have to take the long way 'round" They set of through the door on the other side of the room.

Tanus stood by as he watched Zafo die on the ground. He was one of his good friends, and he couldn’t save him at all. His blood was boiling as red thunder galloped across his brain. He was racked with hatred, a red and black swirl in his soul. Tanus spun around and eyed the rebel that had taken Zafo down. He looked him in the eyes, and knew his time was over. Tanus gunned him down in a hail of gunfire, lighting his body up with at least 20 blaster bolts. He then turned to the next two rebels and opened fire on them, watching as their corpses fell to the ground like cut marionettes.

He turned around once more and pulled the trigger on his EE-3, but realized it was out of ammo. He tossed it aside and drew his Samurai Edge and opened fire, putting four bullets into a rebel hiding behind a small group of crates. Tanus walked over to the rebel and saw that he still wasn’t dead, but grievously wounded. Tanus put a bullet in his brain and picked up his EE-3, shoving a fresh power pack into the cylinder.

Tanus walked forward, holding his rifle in his arms as Yillis lead the way to the bridge. Every so often, they ran into a firefight. At this point, Tanus didn’t even care. He just wanted to complete the mission and get out of here. As the squad entered the lift that would take them to the bridge, the lights flickered and klaxons started to blare.

“Oh great,” Tanus muttered.

Right after he said that, the lift stopped moving. Yillis ripped off the button panel and started tinkering with the wiring. Tanus looked up at the door leading to the top of the lift. Tanus pointed his rifle up and pulled the trigger, blasting the door into millions of fragmented pieces. He then put his rifle on his back and jumped up, hauling himself out of the hole he had made. Tanus put his hand down and started to pull the remaining members of the Dragoons out. When they were all accounted for, Yillis pointed towards the door leading to their floor. Urakai nodded and pulled himself up to the door and planted a charge on it. He primed it and hopped back down and aimed his rifle at the door. The Dragoons waited for the countdown to hit zero, their rifles trained on the door.

3…2…1…0

The door blew outward. The dragoons hopped the small amount of space between the top of the lift to the floor and ran forward. They got to the main bridge. Yillis pulled out his datapad and plugged it into the main frame, hacking the door’s password. As it opened, twenty or so armed rebels greeted them. Tanus merely raised his rifle and peered down its scope.

Just another day at the office

And then, Tanus and the rest of the Dragoons unleashed a hailstorm of red death. Within minutes, the guards were dead or dying. Yillis stood in front of the group.

“Let’s wrap this up and get the hell out of here.”

It was all fun and games until someone got hurt. Urakai had been on a long leave, and needed the action to get his mind straight, but it all fell out of order as Zafo was wounded.While the Dragoons shuffled around in the lift, ready for action, Urakai was just deep in thought.

Man, I’m supposed to be a combat medic. What was I thinking, try to call a shuttle while the others took care of Zafo?

He was looking forward to using his specially modified weapon on this mission, but never had a chance. His mind was wandering too much to make him remember. All of a sudden, his thoughts had cut off, right at the moment the doors opened. Fortunately, the rest of the squad was more alert then himself, which lead to the quick blasting of twenty or so rebels.

“Wow, that was quick.” Urakai commented, walking out of the lift after everyone else.

“Man, get your head in the battle.” Squall responded, kicking a dead rebel for fun.

Yillis surveyed the room before turning to the rest of the squad, “Alright, let’s wrap this up and get the hell out of here.”

“Not too far to the control room now.” Tanus commented.

Just then, clanking and noises were heard throughout the ship. It was probably more rebels fleeing the ship, but the squad wasn’t going to risk it, and so all eyes were on the door as they slowly advanced. Then Urakia remembered his weapon in his pack he had been carrying around all the time. This made him wonder as he thought how in the world he forgot it. Orobos and Squall were the ones nearest to the door, as it was almost opened. Then, Urakai opened the pack, and out it came.

“Two inches thick durasteel padding with magnetic razors and foldable extensions. My specially modified Electrostaff.” Urakai whispered to himself, pulling out the electrostaff.

The efficient thing was that it was foldable. Urakai quickly connected the ends and with the slip of the small switch, both ends ignited into the electrical magnetic spark. It made the durasteel glow purple and pink. Before Urakai could realise it, the room was flooding with rebels, most holding blaster rifles or pistols, and some technicians with vibroblades. Most of the squad was, by now, taking shelter among the consoles for cover, while still blasted the hell out of the rebels.

Showtime, Urakai thought, swinging his electrostaff around to strap a rebel right in the throat, burning his neck. Awesome!

Urakai quickly rolled out of the way of blasts, flashing past him. The rebels seemed to have come from a vent which apparently wasn’t finished. The squad were quickly blasting away each rebel at a time, while Urakai clashed at them. Soon, the last rebel had been fried, and the squad quickly reformed.

“I think vibro axes are better.” Orobos chuckled at Urakai.

With that, Urakai folded the electrostaff and withdrew his blaster rifle again as the squad moved on down the halls, when they were abruptly brought to a halt.

“Turrets!” Tanus called from in front, blasting one of them as it rolled out of the ceiling.

“Keep moving!” Yillis called as the rest of the squad rushed, Urakai and Squall at the back.

Blaster fire seemed to be coming from anywhere as the Dragoons kept their eyes open, blasting at any sign of movement. They soon came to main control console, but as they saw it, it was quickly shut out by a thick sliding door. The door console, apparently on the outside, seemed to be inactive as well.

“Oh that’s great.” Tanus sighed, nearing the door.

Squall walked over, took a long glance and said, “Maybe if we had some sort of electro magnetic droid…”

Everyone was silent as Urakai ignited his electrostaff.

“Anyone got a plan B?” Urakai smirked.

Tanus’ rifle was hot in his hands. It had been given quite a workout. In the short time he had been on the MC90, he had been close to dying any number of times, and for once, one of his friends wasn’t so lucky. When the squad reached the door, it was shut tight. Squall gestured to the panel; it was shut down. Tanus turned and saw one of the parts of the wall opening up, releasing a turret. Tanus quickly fired a burst from his rifle, blasting it into tiny pieces. Then all of a sudden, Tanus heard the sizzle of electricity behind him. Urakai stood there with his electrostaff, the purple-pink light putting his face in an eerie glow.

“Anyone have a Plan B?” he asked with a smirk.

Tanus merely shook his head and chuckled. “Urakai, you never cease to amaze me. Do it up.”

Tanus turned his back and guarded the hall as Urakai went to work. Within thirty seconds, the door was gone. Tanus ran through it, mowing down all the rebels he saw. Over the klaxons, he heard an electronic voice saying, “Priority One Alert: Evacuate.” Tanus merely laughed. Yeah, fine time to announce that now… Soon, Tanus came to a set of interconnecting hallways. The Dragoons looked around. Soon, they saw a Rebel, leading others to safety. Tanus ran headlong at him. The rebel saw him and bolted out the open door. When Tanus opened it, he walked into the bright sunlight. Soon, Tanus heard the whine of TIE fighters streaking through the air, laying fire down on the ground units trying to escape.

Tanus turned and saw some rebels running up a flight of stairs. He pointed to them and the Dragoons gave chase. Up the stairs the Dragoons went, bringing down any Rebel foolish enough to try and stop them. As they ran past a row of viewports, Tanus saw some shuttles coming into view. He figured it was the prize crew. They had to get to the roof, and quickly. As they rounded a corner, turrets opened fire on them. Tanus tossed a grenade down the hallway, blowing both turrets to oblivion. At the end of the hallway was a thick durasteel door. It was locked. Tanus didn’t even need to tell Urakai, who had leaped into view and was already working on the door.

Seconds later, the door fell open, revealing a blue sky with visions of the fight overhead. As they ran forward, they saw some rebel techs running for the platform. Tanus aimed and fired, as did the rest of the squad. The few rebels that made it took cover and began firing back, and forced the Dragoons to take cover. The firefight continued for several minutes. Then Tanus looked up, and his heart sank. A rebel gunship started to fly in low, arming its main cannons.

“Guys, we don’t have the firepower to take that thing out! Fall back!”

Then a crackle came over the radio.

“You may not have the firepower, but we do.”

Seconds later, two TIE Interceptors swooped in and pummeled the gunship with laser fire. The light battle ship didn’t stand a chance, and fell to the fighter’s fire. The titanic explosion engulfed the landing pad, killing all the rebels in its path. Luckily, the Dragoons were out of its reach. After the smoke cleared, a shuttle bearing the Vast Empire’s insignia dropped out of the sky, flanked by two gunships. All three landed, releasing the VE prize crew. The commanding officer came forward to Yillis.

“What’s the situation?”

Yillis straightened up. “We took the ship, its effectively ours now. There are some rebels still around, so remain sharp.”

The commanding officer nodded. “Here, General Fury said to take the shuttle back up to the star destroyer above. God speed, Seargeant.”

Yillis nodded and brought the squad aboard the shuttle. Soon the lift door closed. Tanus felt the lurch as the shuttle lifted off of the ground. When he looked out of the window, the MC90 and the ground beneath it were fading into nothing but a memory.

END OF PHASE II