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| Post #21 20 Jan 2011, 18:57 | Commander Khaler |
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Khaler let out a sigh of relief as Githard got past the scanner. Now things were much more stable. "Okay boys, looks like we're in. IC-447, don't screw this up." Githard had no desire to screw this up. He had been trained for this, and he didn't want to screw it up now. His heart was begging to start racing, his pulse wanted to take off, but he simply took a deep breath and tried to relax. He was one step closer to getting in. This was the easy part, and he had to remember that. Trying to keep alert, he picked up on what they called the target. "Pinnat? Funny nickname." He laughed softly, teasing who he now knew as Pinnat in a friendly manner. He needed to keep everything looking convincing here. "Well, Sir, its a pleasure to be here and finally meet you." "Zak" said as the man who seemed to be in charge approached them. "I'm Zak, and I'd like to join the Rebellion, if that's what everyone here is doing." He said, smiling eagerly and congenially. Remember Joel, you REALLY want to be a hero and stick it to the evil Empire. Githard didn't know what would happen next, but he knew he had to play it well. Carefully, he kept his eye on the Commander's face, allowing the support team to get a good read on him. If they could send the image to the Imperial databanks, they would be able to get a pin on him already, if he was high ranking enough. If he wasn't there, he would be soon. |
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| Post #22 23 Jan 2011, 21:44 | Jon Pinnat |
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The commander regarded Zak evenly. He was a passionate man, but with the patience and careful balance between boldness and caution necessary in a leader. He was also no fool. He knew how vital it was for the various local cells of the Alliance to remain as unconnected as possible, to look after the security of each individually, and at the same time use the locality and closenes to the streets to draw in more recruits. The Alliance needed anyone they could get. Not badly enough to just open the doors to anyone without thoroughly checking their intentions, though. Jon for example, he did not know it, but he was still in some form of probation. There was potential, but it would still be some time before he was trusted with more imprtant tasks or sent off to join one of the centralized units in the sector. And now the commander had another eager youth at hand. "Any good man or woman is welcome, but of course we'll have to learn to know you a little better first." he said, waving Zak to one of the chairs around the table. "Just tell us a little bit about who you are and why you want to join up.." "Jon tuned it all out. He knew the interview, and he had heard Zak's story before. There was something else to occupy his mind. He went to retrieve his bag which beside some spare clothes contained his most prized posessions: his flute and the stack of datacards containing everything he had stolen. They had been copied a dozen times by now, but he still kept the originals. One especially held his interest right now, the one about prisoners, lists of who, where, when - and sometimes even why. If Zak's Dad could be found in here if could give him some more incentive - and his story more credibility. The commander looked sympathetic, but Jon knew how sparcely he handed out trust. With the safety of everyone around at stake, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. So once Zak had been told to stick around for a bit and "we'll see what we can come up with for you" Jon waved him over to the computer terminal he had fired up. "Zak, I'll need your father's fully name and birthday and the date of his arrest, something to start the search with." His eyes were sparkling with excitement. This was what all his efforts, the long years of planning and preparation, had been ultimately about. For the Alliance the military and administrative information he had stolen as a cover-up might have been more useful, but got Jon the purpose had always been to find out what had happened to his father. Now if he could help Zak find his, that would be a very special bonus. |
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| Post #23 23 Jan 2011, 23:11 | Commander Khaler |
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Jak Khaler regarded the Rebel commander with an icy scowl from his speeder, where he was watching the exchange through Githard's eyepiece. This man wasn't an idiot - not a legend, but not an idiot. He would be looking very closely at the new recruit, from what Khaler judged. That meant all units would have to be on standby, ready to break in and start taking people down if need be. Meanwhile, all units were where they needed to be. The three additional commandos were stationed inside of nearby bars or restaurants, hidden in back kitchens with the help of Imperial sympathizers - i.e. the rich people of this world that wanted a stop to the Burka Weed shipment interruptions that were costing them money. All they needed was confidence that they had all they were going to get out of the world, and they would be moving in. It might not be this day, or even a week from now, though it could be within the next few minutes. All Khaler knew was that when it went down, they would do their job quickly, efficiently, and correctly. Meanwhile, "Zak" was being asked about his story. The boy was a natural actor, and delivered a heartwarming tale about how his family was wiped out when the TIE fighter crashed, and they were given no compensation. He even managed to get his voice to crack - rather convincingly, Khaler assumed, since the sound of it made his blood boil - about how his beloved father was hauled away. Then, with a beautiful fire in his eyes, the young would-be rebel explained how he had vowed to help fight the evil Empire, and was determined to see it fall, even if he had to fight Vader himself. It was all very well and good, the commander didn't ask much more, and "Zak" was told to go sit down for a while, which he did. No doubt the Rebels would be running a background check, looking for records of the boy. They wouldn't find much of anything of course, since the man was young and admittedly hadn't done much, but there was a birth record and identity number assigned to the name Githard was using, with scant information that matched the story he was telling. However, as Khaler was just starting to relax, the target, this "Pinnat", starting talking to Githard, asking for information and brandishing some data cards. Githard was obviously surprised, and stood and walked over to the boy. Khalersimply raised his eyebrows. So, the boy had stolen some information? They would have to take him too. "Um, sure, I guess." The disguised commando said, looking at Pinnat quizzically. "His name was Erich Dalton, he was born on, um, I'd like say the 8th day of the sixth month thirty years before the Empire was started, and I don't really remember the exact day he was arrested - I was, uh, not exactly sober. It was sometime in the third month though, a couple years back. Why, what is all that stuff?" He asked. |
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| Post #24 27 Jan 2011, 12:45 | Jon Pinnat |
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Jon was already typing away the name as he heard it, but converting the birth date into the right format in his head took a moment longer. That was the point when he first started to hesitate. Someone who could not off the bat name his father's birthday? Well, he supposed there were families that weren't quite as close, but in those the son usually was not that eager to avenge wrongdoings against his Dad. The date of arrest was even more vague, and while Jon figured that should not impede his search too much as long as he had a good starting point he should be fine, but it troubled him. "It's what I hope a complete list of prisoners in imperial custoday as of a few weeks ago." he answered Zak's question, still typing. There was more, but that was on the other disks. He finished up the query and set the program to search, turning to Zak while they waited for the results. Yes, something was strange. Jon had been a child, but he still remembered that day - or rather that night, the date, the weather, what color pyjamas he wore. And that had been years ago, not just a few months. You would think that kind of experiences was kindof sobering. The commander picked up on the slight frown on Jon's face and walked over, not yet saying anything, though. Jon was more than happy to ask the questions for him. "Sounds like a bad time to get drunk. You do that a lot?" In that moment the computer terminal blinked and brought up the results - zero. "Erich Dalton is not in there." Jon looked mostly disappointed, but the commander took this as a hint for a little more caution. "Run a background check on some Erich Dalton as well." he told the tech who was already working on the one on Zak. Turning back, he gave Jon a quick nod, but his attention was still on Zak. "Everyone has his or her own skilset, and you never know when one will be useful. "What do you do for a living, young man?" |
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| Post #25 27 Jan 2011, 18:36 | Commander Khaler |
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Commander Jak Khaler's scowl hardened into an expression that would have boiled a gundark's blood. "Cover's about to be blown wide open. Men, move out, its time to engage and bag whoever we can." He said, thumbing a command to alert the garrison that the time had come. The stupid boy had stolen Imperial prisoner records? That was quite a crime, and one they may want to look into. Slowly, the three commandos began to creep through the city's growing shadows, and move in towards the rebel cell. In a few minutes, they would burst in, launch an EMP charge to fry any surveillance circuitry, and gun down the guards. That would be when Khaler would join them to storm the underground. Turning, he put on his helmet and reached underneath the tarp in the landspeeder he was waiting in, ad with a grunt, extracted a mini-cannon. Big, and capable of sending a barrage of blaster bolts into a small space, it would quite fun. Quite fun indeed. Meanwhile, Joel Githard, or "Zak" as he was currently known, was coming to a similar conclusion as Khaler, but couldn't do as much about it. He simply ignored Pinnat's questions at first, acting as if he didn't need to explain himself. However, he knew the boy might just blow his cover right here, right now. It looked like they would have to move in a little sooner than expected. Githard just hoped it wasn't too late to save him. "What do you mean he's not there? Does that mean he was never taken prisoner...they just...killed him?" Githard said in a struck tone, as if he had just been forced to realize a terrible truth. However, it seemed that it was too late for that now, and the commander was getting suspicious. He ordered a background check. Well, the check will buy me a few minutes before they find anything. They'll find vague data, but I don't know how long that will stall them now. "My living?" Githard repeated the commander's question, snapped out of his thoughts. "Well when I was a kid I wanted to be a pilot, but, you know, ever since the incident I just sort of...drift here and there." How much longer did he have? |
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| Post #26 29 Jan 2011, 21:00 | Jon Pinnat |
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"It's possible, I guess.. " Jon said a little sheepishly. He was no expert, but he did have the feeling that the empire was far more inclined to dispose of troublesome individuals by just killing them now than in the earlier days. It wasn't a pleasant thought. Generally, Jon did not like the direction this was going. He was not quite sure what troubled him the most, the commanders rising suspicion about a man he had given his trust to, or his own little emerging doubts. He quickly started some more searches, hoping to come back with something that would help him make up his mind, but they all came back as blank as the first one. The commander even quickly glanced over at him and he shook his head indicating that no, he hadn't found anything. From the tech's frown the man wasn't having a lot more luck with the background check. The commander was a man who liked to give people the benefit of the doubt. However, he also knew when caution was needed. Right now the alarm bells in his head were ringing - not bad enough for any rash moves, but enough to take a few precautions and do some more digging. Again, he waved their new recruit over to the chair. "That's quite alright, kid." he said, chosing a more conversational tone. "Just tell me what you've been doing in the last week or month or so. Somehow a mand has got to feed himself." Only about half a second later the first alarm was raised by the front guards. As someone who was not combat trained at all, Jon found it amazing to see how quickly, almost magically, everyone in the room except him and Zak pulledo out blasters from somewhere. The table was turned over and transformed into a meek cover while everyone tried to figure out what the situation was. All this took place in less than two seconds, at the end of which he hunched down at the edge of the computer terminal and got startled by being handed a blaster as well. Good gracious, he barely knew one end of these from the other! While Jon tried to figure out how to hold the thing in a way that would endager the enemy more than himself, he listened with half an ear to the commander and his second in command exchange very quick sentences. Obviously they were trying to decide whether it would be worth putting up a fight. The decision didn't take long. The empire pretty much had the greater manpower - virtually everywhere. The Rebellion survived by picking its battles and staying in hiding the rest of the time. "Out the back!" The commander ordered. "And let's hope they didn't cut off that area compltely." Back? Jon looked around in confusion. He hadn't seen a back door anywhere. As far as he knew there was just one way out, and that was through the little shop in front, so what was the commander talking about? The answer came a moment later when one of the techs started placing some explosives along the back wall. |
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| Post #27 30 Jan 2011, 02:56 | Commander Khaler |
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Khaler grinned savagely from behind his stormtrooper mask as his boys dispatched the guards and began to prepare for entrance. They would certainly have alerted the rebels now, and the real fight was about to begin. The thrill of combat was upon the old veteran, his blood rushing, and his mind becoming sharper than ever. Their work was about to come to fruition, and they would be home and drinking by the end of the standard day, but not before some good sport. However, a voice quickly cut into his excitement, and the tactical maneuvers playing through his mind: "Well, would you look at that." Came Joel Githard's voice over the comlink;filled with mock-marvel. Khaler called up the eye-cam display onto his helmet's HUD, and uttered a stream of swear words that would have made Jabba the Hutt blush. The rebels were trying to avoid a fight by escaping. That, quick frankly, could not fly. Acting without a moment's hesitation, Khaler held the mini-cannon with his cybernetic arm and pulled his datapad out with his flesh one. Punching in a quick command, he signaled for the landspeeder he had driven to the scene to speed over to the back of the building. when the rebels detonated the wall, they would find the speeder waiting for them, filled with enough explosive material to level a small house. In the meantime, Khaler hauled himself as quickly as he could to the scene, barking orders: "Khaler to Garrison, I want air support ASAP. Inform the Punisher that I want eyes in the sky. Men, keep pushing down, they'll be trying to flee, so send in concussion grenades as quick as you can." the men acted at once, already almost on the room where the rebels were holed up in. Not stopping their charge that had dispatched the guards and whatever light resistance that hadn't gone in with the rest of the rebels, they breached the entrance and dove for cover in the hallway even as they tossed three concussion grenades into the room, sending waves of concussive force, light, and noise into the room. Using debris and broken furniture as poor cover, the three opened fire with high-powered stun bolts into the room, their helmets shielding them from the grenades' blinding and deafening effect. Meanwhile, Khaler was almost at the back entrance, though he was not as fast as he used to be. If the landspeeder and attack slowed the rebels down enough, they would be exiting the building under fire from the mini-cannon's heavy rate of fire. If that was successful, they would be caught between the lethal mini-cannon barrage, and the non-lethal stun bolts. That's when Khaler expected them to start fighting like animals, and that's when the commandos would fake a retreat to try and herd the rebels to the approaching garrison that would take them captive. Of course, if that didn't work, they would all die - Khaler, the commandos, the rebels, and everyone in the city. Imperial Star Destroyer volleys weren't very selective, and standard procedure demanded that such a volley would be sure to follow if the ground forces were compromised. |
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| Post #28 1 Feb 2011, 20:24 | Jon Pinnat |
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Even while Jon still watched in fascination - although with quite a but of nervous tingling - while the tech skilfully distributed the explosives the sounds of fighting just outside the room intensified, and about half a second later someone yelled "Get down!" at roughly the same time as the tech gave out a much less audible warning to take cover. The place turned upside-down and inside-out in a sudden eruption of chaos as grenades and explosives went off roughly at the same time. If Jon hadn't been in a dive for the floor already he would have ended up there in any case, no doubt. Unable to see, hear or gather his thoughts for several heartbeats he stayed down, the blaster still clutched in his hand. He sensed more than heard the movement around, and desperately tried to get his bearings. The doorway seemed thick with blaster bolts, although they were not frying the table and other equipment they hit quite as much as he would have expected. Not lethal, he realized. Stun setting. As if that made it much better! Actually, it did, but not so much that Jon to feel very reassured. Once you got past the point of panick there weren't a lot of nuances anymore. As the dust dispersed just a little the big hole in the back wall became visible. It looked ugly, and there was rabble everywhere, threatention to trip you, but it was a way out. Although his limbs felt like lead, Jon forced them into activity, much slower than those few others who were stil.. No, bad thought there! "Stay close." Someone told him, just before the men charged out the back exit. Jon followed, a little slower than he should have. This proved a blessing not long after, though, because he was still close enough to the hole that he could take cover behind some debries one of the deadly barrage started. This didn't look good at all! |
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| Post #29 7 Feb 2011, 02:09 | Commander Khaler |
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(OOC: Sorry for late reply, school was kind of busy this week) Khaler smiled fiercely behind his helmet as he sprayed blaster bolts towards the back entrance, the mini-cannon making a deep whumpwhumpwhump as he did so. The rebels would soon be forced to make a choice between trying to take out the three troopers and taking him out - and if they fought like Khaler they would go for the man with the lethal weapon as opposed to the three without. Granted, it would be easier if they didn't - but Commander Jak Khaler wanted to defeat enemies who were competent. Fighting one man in an open space was always better than fighting three in your face, even if the one was ridiculously well armed. With that in mind, Khaler began to make his way towards some cover - a large landspeeder made for collecting garbage - while keeping up the volley. The rebels had numbers, but they ahd surprise and tactics, and if they could wrap it up quickly the rebels would be unable to bring their numbers to bear. Meanwhile, the commandos were doing their job. The three men kept a steady wave of stun bolts coming towards their quarries, aiming with the precise aim of special units. They had their cover, but knew they would be hard pressed if the rebels all began to fire on them. They had an escape option, of course, which was something their enemies lacked. However, the targets were currently pinned quite nicely, and if they could keep them there for a few more minutes, there would be no way the surprised rabble would manage to walk out consciously. It was around this time that Joel Githard decided that it was time to break his cover. His ears still ringing from the grenades he had known would be coming, the agent spat dust out of his mouth and blinking the tears from his eyes. The concussion grenades had hurt, and his head felt like it was about to burst, but he had known to get down right away, so he was already coming around. The commando knew that this would be the crucial point in the battle, where the Rebels used their superior numbers, or the commandos' ambush would crush them. That noted, Joel decided that it was time to ensure that the rebels didn't have someone directing them. Casting his eyes around the ground, the man snatched up a dropped blaster pistol and set it to stun in one deft move. Making sure his comrades were aiming elsewhere, the soldier took aim at the nearby rebel commander and fired a sizzling blue stun bolt. If successful, the blast would drop the man, and the rebels would effectively lose their lead. Then, it would only be a matter of time. |
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| Post #30 8 Feb 2011, 14:54 | Jon Pinnat |
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The hideout was still a picture of chaos. Two of the three men who had made the spearpoint attempt out the back dropped instantly, the third managed to double back and take cover around where Jon was hiding. "You know how to use that thing?" the man asked, poined at the blaster in Jon's hand. The young tech shook his head. "Not really." "Well, learn fast! And make sure you point it in the right direction." Jon did not find that in any way reassuring, but he knew that in this he just had to do what he was told, since he was out of his league by several light years, and was more than happy to follow the order to "stay here for the moment". The rebel soldier moved back to the control coom where the last remaining men were thoroughly pinned behind whatever cover they had found. It would take a bold and decicive move, strong leadership included, to still get out of this. But just as the man't eyes found the commander among all the dust and rubble, the commander was going down. He did not see where the shot had come from, though, which was lucky for Zak, because otherwise he would not have hesitated to kill him. Someone had to take commad, though, so the man did the only thing he could. "Pinnat, come over here!" he yelled and waited for the kid to show up. "We'll give the others cover fire so they can break that deadlock. Afterwards we all make for the back, run yell, and above all don't stop shooting. This has to be a breakout. If we hesitate, we lose, got that?" Jon nodded. He looked pale as a sheet but would do as he was told. Two seconds later the soldier gave the signal, and pulled the trigger, spraying a near constant barrage of distruction. It wasn't aimed at all, but did its job. The shots from the door lessened in both speed and accuracy so those within the room could shift cover. Precious time was lost when the soldier tried to convince everyone that a sortie out the back was their only option, but in the end they followed him. Shooting and shouting the remaining six rebels to face off with the one trooper stationed there in an attempt to get past that speeder. (OOC: No problem. I've been in a similar situation for a while now. I am starting to get a grip, but man starting your own little business is more work than expected) Edited by Jon Pinnat, 8 Feb 2011, 14:54.
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