Rum Runner
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Evy’armi’naken
Location: Naalol
Objective 2: CLIMB!
”Of course not,” Veda scoffed, not daring to admit being afraid of anything. Truth be told, his fear of heights wasn‘t as high on the list as his fear of a summa-verminoth or losing the Rubicon in a card game, but it was on the list. He shook it off and got in position, firing his grappling gun in sync with the Alliance soldiers. “One foot in front of the other,” he whispered to himself, walking vertically up the side of the tower, knowing better than to look down. How far up was he now? 40 meters? 60 meters?
PEW! PEW!
Veda instinctively pulled himself into the wall even before Yarmin could give the command. Too close. But the shots caught another commando in the chest, sending him spiraling to his death.
Now this was a pickle. The group was pinned to the side of the tower, a Sith trooper raining down fire from above, and nothing but a long drop to hell below. Think! The soldier yelling for someone to take the shot didn’t help. But he wasn’t wrong. There was only one way out of this jam, and it was to take out the gunner on the ledge.
Veda was a crackshot with his pistol, that he was sure of. He turned to the commando next to him and instructed, “On my count, I want you to shoot. Two shots. But shoot wide. If you don’t, you’re gonna hit the tower, and the last thing we want is a bunch of bricks hitting us in the head or our hooks comin‘ loose.”
”Can do,” the soldier replied, a little curious but nevertheless willing to give it a try. He secured his repel line to his belt and brought his rifle around on its sling, taking control and aiming it straight up.
Here we go. “Now,“ he ordered, and the commando fired. After the second shot, Veda kicked off the wall, keeping his grappling line in his left hand and drawing his trusty IB-94 with his right. As expected, the Sith trooper above stepped back to dodge the two blasts, then immediately leaned over to return fire.
PEW! PEW! PEW!
At least one of the shots was on target, and the enemy hunched over then fell from the ledge above. He nearly hit Veda on his way down, but the smuggler angled away and came crashing hard into the side of the tower, absorbing the impact on his side and nearly dropping his favorite blaster in the process. “Oww!” But that didn‘t hurt nearly as bad as the muffled thud! he heard a few seconds later, looking to see the Sith lackey’s body hit the ground below.
Veda got his bearings and slipped his pistol back in the holster, then looked over to Yarmin. “I really wish I hadn’t looked down.”
Evy’armi’naken
Location: Naalol
Objective 2: CLIMB!
”Of course not,” Veda scoffed, not daring to admit being afraid of anything. Truth be told, his fear of heights wasn‘t as high on the list as his fear of a summa-verminoth or losing the Rubicon in a card game, but it was on the list. He shook it off and got in position, firing his grappling gun in sync with the Alliance soldiers. “One foot in front of the other,” he whispered to himself, walking vertically up the side of the tower, knowing better than to look down. How far up was he now? 40 meters? 60 meters?
PEW! PEW!
Veda instinctively pulled himself into the wall even before Yarmin could give the command. Too close. But the shots caught another commando in the chest, sending him spiraling to his death.
Now this was a pickle. The group was pinned to the side of the tower, a Sith trooper raining down fire from above, and nothing but a long drop to hell below. Think! The soldier yelling for someone to take the shot didn’t help. But he wasn’t wrong. There was only one way out of this jam, and it was to take out the gunner on the ledge.
Veda was a crackshot with his pistol, that he was sure of. He turned to the commando next to him and instructed, “On my count, I want you to shoot. Two shots. But shoot wide. If you don’t, you’re gonna hit the tower, and the last thing we want is a bunch of bricks hitting us in the head or our hooks comin‘ loose.”
”Can do,” the soldier replied, a little curious but nevertheless willing to give it a try. He secured his repel line to his belt and brought his rifle around on its sling, taking control and aiming it straight up.
Here we go. “Now,“ he ordered, and the commando fired. After the second shot, Veda kicked off the wall, keeping his grappling line in his left hand and drawing his trusty IB-94 with his right. As expected, the Sith trooper above stepped back to dodge the two blasts, then immediately leaned over to return fire.
PEW! PEW! PEW!
At least one of the shots was on target, and the enemy hunched over then fell from the ledge above. He nearly hit Veda on his way down, but the smuggler angled away and came crashing hard into the side of the tower, absorbing the impact on his side and nearly dropping his favorite blaster in the process. “Oww!” But that didn‘t hurt nearly as bad as the muffled thud! he heard a few seconds later, looking to see the Sith lackey’s body hit the ground below.
Veda got his bearings and slipped his pistol back in the holster, then looked over to Yarmin. “I really wish I hadn’t looked down.”
