Location: Landed on "The Tear"
Objective: Free the slaves
Allies: Imperium
Chief sat in the cockpit of the FC-115 stealth ship flanked by Hacks. He was acting as co-pilot during their endeavour towards the enemy vessel labeled as "The Tear". As they floated through space in the stealth craft the commandos had labeled "The Final Act" they casually drifted past the picket line The Directorate forces had set up in hopes of stopping the pirates. Off in the distance IC-104 watched as brilliant lights of a hundred different colors raced between Imperium and Republic vessel's. Chief noticed most the Imperium ships refused to even respond. Simply letting their shields take the brunt of the one sided exchange. Chief thought the lights of the fire were like a painting of colors.
One which ended in a explosive illustration that would make even the greatest of artist jealous. The detonations becoming a hundred different new stars in their view port. Such a beautiful image for such an evil act. Chief couldn't help but think of the countless lives lost in those flames. A hundred lives lost in a instance, he heard their screams in his mind's eye. Or, perhaps it was the screams of the innocents he had murdered in the name of The Empire. Either way it made Chief shutter, sending chills of terror up his spine. Chief drolly watched it all in what he felt was, his first understandings of fear, as a clone his programming usually over rode these feelings once orders were dispensed. But now, now, they acted on their own and the true meaning of life lost was understood. And it terrified Chief. The call of the beyond...
"...Chief, Chief! Are you listening to me?!?"
Chief's thoughts were interrupted by Hack's worried voice and he quickly realized his brother had been speaking to him for some time. His gaze lingered on the death the Republic wrought a moment longer than slowly shifted to Hacks. He saw his brother's own helmeted gaze and in the dim blue illumination of Hacks T visor he could make out his eyes. In them was not fear, but a look of determination. A look that spoke of his brothers determination to see those slaves freed, to see life go on, despite all the death around them. Chief shook the fear from his mind, inspired by his brothers on bravery. Or perhaps it was foolishness. Either way IC-104 promised himself he would do what was right. No matter the fear bubbling in his mind, or the end that possibly awaited them...
"We're about to land in one of their hangars. I've set the ship to auto pilot... We should go get Rev and Arson..."
Chief silently nodded then with a flick of the wrist and extended index and middle finger he motioned for Hacks to take point. He followed his brother into the personnel housing and saw his other two brothers still clad in armor, always battle ready. Their helmets were off and Rev spoke hautily.
"I hope these slaver trash know what they just got themselves into!"
His tone carried a sense of anger that seemed always present. But, it seemed only now did Chief truly notice. Arson chimed in happily
"I don't care how ready they are, because I doubt their as ready as I am to meet that buxom Twi'lek!"
Arson's last words became slightly muffeled as he slipped his helmet over his head. Chief watched his brother put on his head piece carefully. He noticed a hint of grey at the edges of the man's hair and Chief couldn't help but think, had it truly been so long since the Empire raised it's clone armies over Kamino... Chief shook his head again, half because he was about to deliver bad news to Arson... And half because he couldn't help but try to shake the feeling that he and his brothers time was waining...
"Sorry Arson, but you're on guard duty. Make sure the ship is still operable by the time we get done..."
Chief was interrupted by the mechanical remming of the landing gears extending, followed by a slight jarring sensation as it touched ground. He connected his HUD's feed to the ships camera mounted relay then began again as the jarring stopped.
"Hacks and Rev, you're with me... I see a small hangar station which undoubtedly holds a terminal where we can download the ships schematics at and get a better read out of the ships where abouts... Any questions?"
Chief scanned his brothers, looking to see if they showed any sign of backing down, of fear. But, none of them seemed scared. None of them would run. It was their time to do what was good. To do what was righteous. Chief nodded then took lead, heading towards the drop ramp. As he, Rev, and Hacks filled towards the now descending gang plank Arson called out from behind them.
"Just be sure to bring a babe back for me okay!"
Darth Assimilus