Mission DIRE HOUR [NJO Rescue at The Empire Held Dorin]

[Yula Perl]

Allies | Kyra Perl Thirdas Heavenshield Aien Mueller Veino Garn Tulan Kor Caltin Vanagor Silas Westgard
Enemies | Varos Ignacious Korvan FN-999

Even as Varos redirected the brunt of Yula's Force push, it had the desired effect; she'd bought Nida and Kyra enough time to slip by.

As he surged on her to deliver a furious bisecting slash, the Zeltron caught his saber with her own blade, wrist flicking down to intercept the strike just centimeters from her midsection. The action brought their masked faces close for a tense moment, and it was in looking directly at the Imperial's visor did the image of Nida, face bloodied, finally hit her. She'd been so preoccupied in ensuring her sister's escape that her condition—while stable—had gone unnoticed.

Yula had a sordid history with Imperials. She despised their militaristic nature, perceiving them as little more than rigid glory hounds intent on control and conquest. The First Order has been the antithesis of the scrappy, freewheeling Judges of the Outer Rim, and any friends she'd had among the Empire had either disappeared or flung themselves full-throttle into an ideology she wholly opposed. She'd give them a wide berth until now.

This was personal, and she would have spat on Varos if they weren't both helmeted. Instead she hissed, her voice eerily robotic from behind the built in rebreather.

"Fucking Imperial scum. May you never know a moment of peace again."

Yula felt her entire body being tugged back; a ministration from Kyra that was clearly saying come on, already. As much as she would have relished giving in to her ire—restraint had never been her forte—they'd come too far to bungle this rescue op over revenge. Another tug actually had her flying back a few meters, as if her younger sister were a tractor beam. The urgency was clear, and Yula used the distance between them to prime and toss a pair of sticky glop grenades at either wall, taking off after her sisters as they detonated. They'd either catch the Inquisitor in a spray of foam that would harden to duracrete strength once exposed to oxygen, or make his path significantly more difficult to traverse. Yula was well aware that he likely had a much better idea of the facility's layout than she did, but with the black site's IFF turning hostile on itself thanks to Veino's efforts, who knew what he would encounter.

—

Ridiculously fast TIEs had disabled half of the black site's heavy weaponry by the time the sisters had reached the roof of the facility. Hefty reinforcements had been deployed and were rapidly working to return the base into Imperial hands. Mueller and his squad were managing to hold off troopers from their rescue shuttle, but it was clear that the Alliance-allied task force had sorely overstayed their welcome.

The trio of Zeltrons had arrived shortly after the corvette rained fire through the 908th, taking advantage of the brief break in the chaos to scramble aboard the Annunaki. Nida, looking absolutely dazed, found herself supported onto the corvette by either sister. Even as the last of the allied personnel crossed the ship's threshold, they would not find relative safety. Nearly a dozen troopers in hulking white armor hurtled at the rescue vessel from above, looking every bit as capable of breaching the corvette.

It seemed only fair, with a taste of irony, that the Jedi had burrowed their way into the facility like a parasite, now so were the Zero-G troopers attempting to do the same to their ship.

Hand braced on one side of the door, Yula primed a handful of EMP Pearls with haste, going so far as to use her teeth to bite off the thin pins where her fingernails failed. Just before the door closed, she tossed a fistful of what appeared to be jewelry beads at the nearest cache of Zero-G troopers. The tiny EMP grenades would detonate with a small radius, hopefully delivering enough of a punch to muck with the electrical components of their armor, but without enough strength to damage the ships sensors.

Hopefully.

"Feth off, fethwads!"

 

[Aaran Tafo]

"We're bonding right now."

"Okay, you've officially gone into creepy stalker territory." Aaran grunted, their tone not indicating anything like worry or strain, instead light and mocking, his intent was never to actually kill the weirdo. Just keep them occupied, whoever they were. He was probably one of the stronger individuals present. A step above the average Imperial Knight. So best to keep them locked in a pointless fight so the others could do their jobs.

Seemed like an appropriate use of his time to be an annoying beatstick to throw at enemies. If it meant Nida came home safe, that was fine with him. One of the handy advantages of his missing eyes and relying on the Force for the majority of his perception was that he had a semi-decent idea of what was still going on in the base.

The two sisters were reunited, a bit banged up but still alive and were now making their way to exit. So it seemed it was time to make his own exit, Padawan in tow. There was no point in entertaining this mercenary any more. Whatever enlightenment they sought to find this battle would not be claimed here. No more games, no more stalling tactics.

As the incoming slash came, Aaran did not care to attempt to block. His feet shifted, finding grip as he simply pushed backwards. And in a blur he was gone from sight. It was fortunate that Sand had moved so that Aaran was between him and Ichika again. It left the Padawan in the perfect position to be dragged along in her master's wake.

His arm would reach out during his movement, aiming to seize his Padawan by the waist, through the brief contact she could feel an empathic apology echo out from him. But he was fairly certain she was not quite at the level of speed needed to make a quick escape from this one.

By the time Mister Trenchcoat's slash was completed, Aaran was twenty meters away at the other end of the hall, and if his Padawan had been dragged along, it would have undoubtedly been a disorienting experience. One moment she was standing ready to fight the next the world warped and blurred and she found herself back on the other end of the hall, Aaran's hand on her shoulder.

His other hand was raised, two fingers flicking up, his mind cleared, his intent focused, his ego fading as he remembered what he came here for.

And then all hell broke loose.

As if the hand of a giant had grasped the hallway from outside, the walls in front of the two Jedi would be crushed and compressed, the path forward blocked up by twisted metal and glass, impeding anyone attempting to move forward.

But the assault on the hallway did not cease. The walls still shook, the floor trembled, as the pressure increased. "This is your one and only warning." Aaran's voice carried clearly even through the rubble separating them. A note of cold finality in his tone. There was a limit to how much of a chance he was willing to give people. Those who insisted on being active threats to others. And one who would target children as well.

Aaran was a compassionate person, but even a saint will be angered if struck three times. Sars had exceeded his bounds and made it so that the Jedi Master was no longer interested in entertaining them.

"Stay the hell away from my students."​

And with that the entire hallway came alive and decided it wanted to end the Mercenary. Like an aluminium can at the bottom of the ocean, the Hallway would begin to crumple and compress, rippling outward from the Jedi as a tide of crushing metal and impending death raced towards Sars, aiming to either crush him to death or drive him back and away from the pair while they escaped.

Ichika Masudo Sars Sarad

 

[Jand Talo]

DIRE HOUR
Equipment

The Imperial reinforcements were the decider.

There were now too many enemies to cohesively, and convincingly, battle without suffering losses beyond the scope of the mission. Jand remained beside Jedi Master Vanagor, the Padawan's arm useless at his side, but the lightsaber still used to deflect blaster bolts. The window for escape with the rescued individual was closing, and it seemed a full tactical withdrawal was the only real option.

Along the way, the Jedi regrouped with Omega Squad. And it was with those soldiers that Jand continued to follow his mentor, as the contingent of Alliance forces bounded back toward their waiting vessel. It seemed as good a ride as any, and actually allowed the Jedi the opportunity to avoid being cut off from the mass of Imperials that swarmed into the area.

"I believe that is everyone," Jand said to the Omega CO, as he stepped onto the ship rampway and deflected a blaster shot. "We are clear to evac."

Confirmation ran up the line, the ramp began to raise, and that left the troopers and Jedi with a moment to catch their collective breath and calm from the combat. Jand's adrenaline was still high, but he slowed his breathing, and focused on introspective. One of the Omega squad members also approached, a medic by all accounts, and began to dress Jand's wound and stop the bleeding.

"Thank you," Jand nodded, as he stood still, yet felt the vessel tremor as it passed through atmosphere. "It seems we are away, Master Vanagor."

Once the medic was done, Jand walked over and sat next to the larger Jedi.

It had been a tough fight...

Final Post for Jand and Caltin (?).

Allies: Caltin Vanagor (Minor NPCing with permission)
Enemies: The Empire
Engaging: N/A​

 

[Veino Garn]

Armor Handcannon Death Stick Powder Stun Gas Grenade Scramble Key Computer Spikes PSG-8487 View Masker Lightsaber Durasteel Ball Bearings
FN-999 Akash Guul Brackard Cain

BLACK SITE COMMAND CENTER

Veino gazed out the windows. The blockade of stormtroopers had been cracked beneath the black site turning against them. Dropships plunged to the ground aflame, and the cannons ripped through armor and flesh, diverting the troopers from their prerogative to prevent the escape.

There was a small click and he turned around. The dataspike had finished its work and retracted itself from the wall. Veino picked through the collapsed forms scattered around the command center. They would be beginning to revive shortly. Probably within the next ten minutes or so, except for the four stormtroopers who had gone down.

No matter how the Empire would try to spin this, this was a disastrous event for them. Their black site was identified and breached. Force only knew how many casualties they suffered among their elite stormtrooper detachments. This site, used to suppress Dorin, had fallen. The comms tower was destroyed. Gunships and cannon emplacements burned. Smoke hung over the complex. The local resistance movements would be empowered, perhaps even set alight. All while a Moff lay unconscious in the command center.

Explanations would be demanded. There were no good explanations to get out of this mess.

And now for the coup de grace.

He pulled the dataspike from the wall and slid it into a protective sheath inside his armor before returning to the main console. The displays were scattered and broken, torn apart by the blaster fire and boltlets. His fingers darted across the consoles, eyes tracking back and forth before hitting the last button.

Data Purge Initiating.

Perhaps they would stop it before they lost everything, perhaps not. It was irrelevant to him. He had a full copy of every bit of data stored at the compound. Prisoner records. Interrogation records. Interrogation methods. ISB and COMPNOR identities. Informants. HUMINT networks. The data purge was just to throw more chaos into what they tried to piece together what happened.

Secrecy was the weapon of despots.

Truth was the weapon of the people. And he would ensure the galaxy would know the truth. Was that not what the word Jensaarai meant? Followers of the hidden truth.

And he, the Saaraai-Kaar. The keeper of the truth. And it was time for the truth to be shared with the galaxy. As the first forms began to stir again in the room, Veino lifted the hand-cannon to the windows and squeezed the trigger.

The transparisteel blew out under the force of the impact. Veino stepped through the window, letting his armor adhere to the structure's exterior before reactivating the View Masker.

He let himself slide down the length of the building, sticking to the shadows, and then traced his way back out through the breach in the wall, before fading away into the forest.


SEVERAL HOURS LATER

An anonymous holonet server went live, hosted somewhere in the depths of Nar Shadda, at a location traced back to a kajidic slicer thought to have been killed by the Mandalorians when they seized Tattooine. It had a simple label.

DORIN IMPERIAL BLACK SITE DATA LEAK. Everything from the Dorin black site was hosted there, freely accessible and easily disseminated. At the same time, copies of those files were sent out to people across the galaxy. Reporters, newscasters, heads of states, and politicians. Veino couldn't save everyone at the site. But diplomatic pressure from the galaxy?

Holly Starstorm at HNN to go public.

Auteme in the Galactic Alliance and the entire Senate, as well as IVI and the SIA. Let them know the Empire had kidnapped and tortured their personnel. Matsu Ike with the Silver Jedi Concord. Eina L'lerim-Vandiir and the Eternal Empire. Gorba the Hutt and the Hutt Consortiums. They could make a great deal of profit from this information. Lothaire and the Ashlan crusaders. The successor of The Quartermaster and the Mandalorians. Vandar Tarkin with the Eriadu Authority. Fynch and the Lothal Protectorate. Grand Shepherd Burtch and the Nomadic People's Coalition. Darth Metus and the Solium Ascendente of the Ascendency.

Among them all, there would surely be records of those held illegally in the black site. Diplomats, personnel. The black site had held many. And know the galaxy would know. There was a simple attached message.

<\\.THE EMPIRE HAS NO FRIENDS. ONLY SUBJECTS AND ENEMIES. NEUTRALITY IS NO SHIELD.//>

 

[Ichika Masudo]

THE PINK ATRISIAN
NEW JEDI ORDER
BLACKSITE BARBAROUS - DORIN
Aaran Tafo | Sars Sarad

​

One minute she was watching her Master and the Duster Man go at each other… and the next she was hauled up by the waist and sped away, back down the hall from whence they had come. A thing her Master expressed the feeling of an apology for, the moment he grabbed her.

She doubted her attempted assailant would provide the same courtesy. Then she was on her feet again. That was dizzying, but a couple moments and her world started to return to… well, whatever normal was in this place. Then the corridor ahead of them began to crack and implode - a powerful expression of her Master’s will

"This is your one and only warning."

Her eyes widened, as the corridor continued to come for their adversary. It wasn’t the kind of thing you could easily take your eyes away from.

"Stay the hell away from my students."

[ Sugoi… ]

Yet more questions for later.

​

 

[FN-999]

Objective: Capture the rescue party
Allies: Empire | Open
Enemies: GA | Aien Mueller | Caltin Vanagor | Iris Arani | Jand Talo | Kyra Perl | Nida Perl | Silas Westgard | Thirdas Heavenshield | Tulan Kor | Yula Perl | Open

As the smoke cleared, the rescue team came into view, barreling towards the corvette.
​

"STOP THEM!!" ordered the Baron, him and his surviving troopers rising up from their cover.

Dozens of troopers unleashed their arsenals upon the rescue team, attempting to make up for the time they had lost escaping the corvette's strafing strike. However, the Alliance agents were able to hastily enter the vessel, the bolts of the assembled troopers' blasters bouncing harmlessly off of the corvette's hull.

It would now be up to the 1st Space to breach the corvette before it picked up speed.

One by one, the detachment of Zero-G troopers successfully landed atop the corvette, quickly balancing themselves atop the central bulge and withdrawing their laser drills. Just as the group was about to begin tearing through the rescue ship's hull, a handful of what appeared to be decorative beads flew in their direction.

[Grenades?] asked one trooper as the beads landed on the hull nearby.

[Could be.] replied another. [Just in case, kick them off.]

Before either trooper could act, however, the "grenades" detonated with a flash of electricity, capturing the entire squad within their radius. Suddenly, they found themselves unable to use their suit's electronics, even their mag grips short circuiting as the electricity coursed through their highly conductive suits.

Seconds later, the corvette began to speed away. Without functional magnetic grips, the Zero-G troopers swiftly lost their balance and slid off the corvette, tumbling to the rough hangar ground.

The Baron watched with growing anxiety as the vessel sped up and away from the Blacksite, its ruined defenses offering little resistance to the hostile ship's escape.

[Bigfoot, tell those Meteors to get their asses over here NOW!] ordered FN-999 via comms.

After a brief pause, the Baron received a troubling reply.

[The squad leader said they're pulling back to look now, but their radars aren't picking up the corvette. They think it might be a stealth ship.]

[If it got past the planetary fleet, I'd think that would be a given.]

[What matters is that they're looking. Supposedly the Meteor's one of the best new fighters we have, so that's got to be worth something.]

[Let's hope so. The 908th has done all it could. Use your backup tower to get in contact with the system's senior admiral. We need an interdictor ASAP.]

[It will be done.]

FN-999 couldn't help but feel pessimistic.

Even as several Meteors hurtled by once more at incredible speeds, the Baron suspected that the battle had already been decided.

FIVE HOURS LATER

​

Objective: Regroup

N I N E S

"The main comms tower has been 100% repaired."

"Good. Anything else to report?"
​

"Nothing new, I'm afraid. Repairs are continuing on the perimeter walls and outer complex. No other prisoners escaped in the chaos or were picked up by the rescue team, and the inner complex needs only minor repairs."

There was a moment of silence between the Baron and his second-in-command as the former shifted his gaze to the windows beyond the main command center, gazing out into the sunset ahead.

"Are you okay?"

"I screwed up."

"No, we screwed up. I've had enough of you constantly placing 100% of the blame on yourself. The Jedi may have slipped past you, but they slipped past me too. And the 1st Space. And the Meteor squadrons. The latter two are supposed to be among the best units in the Empire. You're not the only one to blame."

"Under my command, dozens of troopers were slaughtered like sheep. All for nothing. We didn't even take a single rescuer down with us."

"A rare exception to a long streak of success. We were not expecting an attack this bold on a location this hidden. If anyone is to blame for the carnage that happened here today, it is that traitor Tulan Kor."

In the chaotic first hour following the escape of the Alliance rescue team, the 908th had been unable to locate the distinguished commando, even as they confirmed that the remaining prisoners in the Blacksite remained secure in their cell. Several eyewitnesses had come up claiming that they had seen Commander Kor board the rescue ship with the Alliance squad, and soon the man had no other alibi.

FN-999 had contacted Bigfoot, who had used his longer-range comms to contact the ISB command at Harrsk Hall, where one Brackard Cain had been informed of Tulan Kor's betrayal. The Baron could only hope that the Bureau could minimize the damage caused by such a high-profile defection.

"I suppose you're right there. Honestly, they should have made you Baron. You always know what to say."

"Except when it comes to you."

The two sat in comfortable silence for a little while, taking in the beauty of the sunset. It was a curious feature of life - in a single day, an entire region could go from a sanctuary to a battlefield to a work of art. In the pink glow of the sunset, the Baron found himself relaxing, the tension that had filled his muscles since six hours earlier finally starting to ease.

Just as he was getting comfortable, the elevator leading to the main command center opened up.

"Greetings, Baron." introduced the Blacksite's warden. "Lieutenant Colonel Bigfoot."

"Greetings, Warden." replied FN-999. "What brings you here?"

"I've just received a terrible report from the ISB." claimed the warden. "Take a look."

He passed a portable HoloNet projector over to the pair, who held it between them as a recording began.

DORIN IMPERIAL BLACK SITE DATA LEAK. Everything from the Dorin black site was hosted there, freely accessible and easily disseminated. At the same time, copies of those files were sent out to people across the galaxy. Reporters, newscasters, heads of states, and politicians. Veino couldn't save everyone at the site. But diplomatic pressure from the galaxy?

@Holly Starstorm at HNN to go public.

@Auteme in the Galactic Alliance and the entire Senate, as well as @IVI and the SIA. Let them know the Empire had kidnapped and tortured their personnel. @Matsu Ike with the Silver Jedi Concord. @Eina L'lerim-Vandiir and the Eternal Empire. @Gorba the Hutt and the Hutt Consortiums. They could make a great deal of profit from this information. @Lothaire Grayson and the Ashlan crusaders. The successor of @The Quartermaster and the Mandalorians. @Vandar Tarkin with the Eriadu Authority. @Solarus Fynch and the Lothal Protectorate. @Grand Shepherd Burtch and the Nomadic People's Coalition. @Darth Metus and the Solium Ascendente of the Ascendency.

Among them all, there would surely be records of those held illegally in the black site. Diplomats, personnel. The black site had held many. And know the galaxy would know. There was a simple attached message.

<\\.THE EMPIRE HAS NO FRIENDS. ONLY SUBJECTS AND ENEMIES. NEUTRALITY IS NO SHIELD.//>

In an instant, the Baron's previously calm expression turned stone cold.

Evidently Bigfoot had reacted similarly, as he had turned utterly still at the sight of the leak.

"Contact Bastion immediately." ordered the Baron. "Top priority to Harrsk Hall. We must purge this document from the galaxy."

"I'm afraid I can't do that." replied the warden cryptically.

Suddenly, the pair found the barrels of rifles on the back of their helmets.

In an instant, they realized their folly. While the pair had been distracted reading the Blacksite data leak, the warden and two stormtroopers had snuck up upon the pair from behind. The ten troopers guarding the perimeter of the facility now stood as antagonists to the Baron and Bigfoot, a few forcing unarmed adjutants to their knees while others pointed their rifles at the pair from a distance.

"Why?" asked the Baron, any trace of emotion long gone from his voice.

"Come with us. There is a shuttle waiting on the roof. Comply, and your lives will be spared."

"Bastard! Where are you taking us?" asked Bigfoot.

"You're calling me the bastard? After everything I've had to endure in this nightmare of a facility? Don't make me laugh. Do you know what they do to the prisoners here? Do you know how we treat our so-called prisoners of war? It certainly isn't as clean as the propaganda claims it is. You saw the data leak. We've been torturing. Abusing. Illegally holding foreign politicians as if they were murderous criminals. If this is what the Empire stands for, then I don't want to be part of the Empire any more."

The stout man grew restless, pacing rapidly in front of the pair.

"After seeing all this horrible crap, I was more than willing to feed Commander Kor and the Alliance all the data they needed to rescue their prisoner. If only they had blown this whole damn place up. Now, our little act of loyalty is up. You'll be coming with us, and we'll take you to the Galactic Alliance as goodwill. Perhaps in an Alliance cell you'll have time to reflect on the evils of the Empire."

"Oh, you've already given us enough time..." stated the Baron.

"What are you talking ab-" began the warden.

"...enough time to shut you up!" continued Bigfoot before the pair hurled the projector at the warden's skull.

The holoprojector nailed the warden in the forehead.

All hell broke loose.

In an instant, both veteran commanders had outmaneuvered their captors, ducking right as the troopers at their backs opened fire. The shots flew high, and the rouge troopers were both thrown to the ground before they could keep on firing. Once their backs hit the floor, it was over. The two commanders, veterans of hundreds of campaigns and in peak physical condition, easily wrenched the rifles from the grasp of the traitors and shot them through their skulls.

With their comrades now corpses, the other traitors situated throughout the room began to open fire on the pair from all sides.

The Baron and Bigfoot each used a corpse as cover, dozens of bolts being absorbed by armor or flesh before they fell away. By then, the pair had pulled out their sidearms and began firing on their assailants, quickly downing four before the other six took cover. With their human shields now ashes, the pair of commanders took cover beneath a desk.

Suddenly, a smoke grenade sailed through the air, coating the entire room in a dense fog. FN-999 fired twice at the window behind him and the pane shattered, the smoke beginning to escape into the evening sky. Out of the thinning fog came all six survivors, three swarming the pair from each side with pistols drawn. In the chaos, all eight nominal stormtroopers opened fire on each other with their pistols, the room soon swarming with bolts from both sides. The Baron and Bigfoot themselves took several hits, though their torso armor absorbed the worst of the damage. On the other hand, the two veterans knew to aim for the feet, the top of the skull, and other weak points of standard stormtrooper armor, experiencing much greater success.

Five minutes after the firefight began, all ten rouge troopers had been dispatched. The smoke had completely left the room through the hole in the window, leaving only the Baron, Bigfoot, and the warden alive. Having apparently remained conscious, the small man slowly rose up, desperately scanning the room for a way to fight back. Before the warden could be given such a chance, FN-999 delivered a swift punch to the skull, knocking him to the ground once more.

"Bigfoot, inform the ISB that the Blacksite's warden and some of its security betrayed the Empire, and that they have brought about their own execution." stated the Baron as he stared down upon the little man with pity.

"I'll leave him to you then." responded Bigfoot, turning to attend to the adjutants' wounds.

"This is not what I signed up for when I walked into the academy." gasped the warden. "We were supposed to establish our new order by bringing justice and stability to the galaxy, not by descending to the level of the Sith."

The Baron paused only to slam his foot atop the warden's stomach, holding the battered man in place. He pointed his pistol at the man's skull, but did not yet fire.

"I think you and Commander Kor have the same misunderstanding, Warden. We are bringing justice and stability to the galaxy. Yet we cannot be so soft and weak as to descend to the level of the Jedi, whose liberal ideas bring decadence at best and anarchy at worst. Instead, let me educate you on the tried-and-true doctrine of the New Order with a quote from Grand Moff Wilhuff Tarkin."

"Only through the projection of power do we bring order."

FN-999 pulled the trigger.

END​

 

[Aien Mueller]

You know those types you don't want to meet in a dark alley?​

Spoiler: GEAR

Armor - Cybernetic suit (GOLD, BLUE and RED Teams),
"Dominion" armor
Weapons (assault team)- T-73 Handgun, Combat Knife, FTB Rocket(2 FYB Rockets each, 3 with Flame Carpet warhead)
3 Grenades (each), 2 Fire Grenades (each), Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon
(Infiltrators)- Carbine(Suppressed), T-73 Handgun(Suppressed), Vibroswords, Combat Knife, Scattergun
(Snipers)- "God Gun", M-14 Sniper Rifle, Wrist Blaster, Carbine, God gun Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon(Sniper Variant)
(Assault)- RI-19 Assault Rifle-w-LPD53 Grenade Launcher(5 FYB 40mm grenades each), T-73 Handgun, Scattergun
(Heavy Weapons)- Minigun(if in the field), Defender-Automatic Weapon(if in CQC) Assault Rifle Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and (Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon)(Grenade Variant)

Spoiler: FIRE TEAMS and SUPPORT

GOLD TEAM: Azrael (Assault/Team leader), Castiel (Assault/Pathfinder), Chamuel (Infiltrator/Slicer)
BLUE TEAM: Sauriel (Sniper 1), Michael (Sniper 2)
RED TEAM: Gabriel (Demo/EOD), Bartleby (Tech/Team Second), Samael (Heavy Weapons)
OVERWATCH: Seraphim (Deployable Drones)
PEGASUS 1- Jeremiel(Pilot), Ariel(Weapons), Uriel (Jumpmaster/Cover fire)
FIST
REEK 1- Uriel(Driver), Ariel(Gunner),
Annunaki Captain/Teams Overwatch - Jehova

Azrael, Bartleby, Gabriel, Sauriel, Samael, Castiel, Michael, Chamuel,
Jeremiel, Ariel, Uriel, Seraphim
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
ORDERS:
Tag:
Team Rescue | Yula Perl |Thirdas Heavenshield | Kyra Perl | Aaran Tafo

GA + Allies | Jasper Kai'el | Valery Noble | Silas Westgard | Aldric Laurent | Iris Arani | Alex StormWolf | Jax Thio | Aveline Cuiléin | Veino Garn | Miri Nimdok | Yenna | Amani Serys | | Rakaan Horne | Goto | Sōla Taan | Aien Mueller

The Empire | Melvain Braxis | Varos Ignacious Korvan | Aridius 'TK-1575' | Amiggie Lutih | Jakkor Kess | FN-999 | Tulan Kor | Sars Sarad | Sahar | Aschwin Vethres | Leandra Brax



BEFORE THE ESCAPE

The trio were on their way, it was about time but at least they could be seen, gunfire was getting more and more intense and the Apostles (Omega Squad) were running low on powercells.

… and the worst was yet to come.

That’s everybody! Close it! Close it!

Gabriel! Do your thing!

Boom baby!

AHG!

CHAMUEL’S DOWN!

[Sir, I am monitoring his vital signs and he will need immediate medical attention.]

Bart! Get him ready to move!

I got his gun!

Giv… give me… your small one…

The normally “chill” heavy gunner that is Samael was now almost enraged. He found a good enough piece of debris to prop “Bertha” onto as he slung Chamuel’s rifle over him, laying his own carbine on the injured comrade (who was still wanting to fight). The next moment was one of the few times a member of the time would be “ridiculous”. One-handing the rifle with one hand and triggering the mini-gun with the other, he might as well have been in a holo-action movie. This however bought Gabriel time he needed.

A hard flick of the switch on a detonator strapped to his wrist sent the explosive charges he planted to go. Several places in the Black Site that were not already down, were going up in explosions. They were former Imperial and while they had never been to this site and did not know that some of the generators that they were taking out were inconsequential, it did not matter, they were serving as a distraction.

Contact left! A lot of them!

These guys are dodging our shots!

Just push them towards the middle!

[Jeremiel, Get us out of here!]

[You’d better be ready to jump, I’m not stopping!]

[Just do it! We’ll make due!]

[Making a run!]

The combat shuttle could be seen screaming into the landing zone as “The Annunaki” was taking off. True to his word, the pilot Jeremiel did not stop, but the tow lines that Ariel and Uriel dropped were there for them to grab. Chamuel was first on and helped up.

Ahg! Son of a!

Dammit! We got you!

NG!

AHG!

Dammit! Get’em up and keep your heads down!

Tired of seeing his friends get shot, Jeremiel finally decided to act aggressively and turned the guns on everything in the landing bay. Everyone was on and the door was closing when a blaster bolt slammed into the ship and Ariel was knocked out onto the bay floor. Michael had a thing for Ariel and that took precedence, he jumped out to get her. The problem is she was dead of a broken neck on the fall and there were just more and more incoming.

Not gonna make it! Get out of here! Go!

What?!

NO FRIGGIN WAY!

Hold on!

FINISH THE MISSION!

As all of them looked at Azrael and Bartleby, it was Jeremiel that made the call and throttled forward. The shuttle was right behind “The Annunaki” and while its own stealth capabilities saved the passengers as they jumped to lightspeed. At the jump point, “The Pegasus” landed in her berth aboard the Corvette.

AFTER THE ESCAPE ABOARD THE ANNUNAKI

The next jump was what should have been the last to get them into Alliance Space, so while others were resting, Medical staff and any available Jedi Healers were attending to Chamuel, Uriel and Castiel. It was tense to say the least, but nowhere near as tense as the argument going on in the common area.

I’m not done talking to you! Get back here!

Sorry, but with all due respect, I’m done listening!

You son of a queen! That was your teammate!

As respectful as he was trying to be to his superior officer, Jeremiel was not going to be bullied when he knew he did the right thing.

Two of them! Every other teammate and the people we were supposed to extract are HERE! I didn't want to leave, but I had to think about all of us!

You only go on OUR ORDER!

Azrael was on the “bridge” and made his way back, following the noise. He and Master Vanagor (who would not interfere in this) were there to separate them.

That’s enough! The both of you! We didn’t lose two teammates, we lost three and we MIGHT lose a fourth!

They both looked at him with shock.

Castiel is dead. Chamuel might not make it through the night. Look Jeremiel, Bartleby is right. You go on our call.

Twenty friggin seconds was all we needed to get them on!

Turning around and shoving his long time friend, compatriot and second in a manner that if worded out would say "Shut the hell up!"

… and you Bartleby! He needed that “Twenty friggin seconds” to get us off the X. You heard him at the briefing! You heard him when we took off! “You pick the mission, don’t let it pick you.” “Finish the mission.” HIS words.

Taking a step back for a second and a symbolic look at the ceiling.

Seraphim.

Sir, I regret to inform you that Chamuel is dead.

Stopping, closing his eyes and exhaling. This mission went from bad to worse.

Can you fly the ship to the coordinates?

Yes sir. I will take care of everything and keep you informed.

Thank you.

Taking a somber breath and nodding he turned back to the two in front of him.

Now as for the two of you. Hit your G-damn bunks and stay there until I call for you.

You too…

No, I have decisions to make about the future of this team.

With that he just grabbed and melted into a nearby seat. To say that he was exhausted would be a horrible understatement.

... yeah, we scare them.