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GOING UNDER MAJOR RENOVATIONS
NAME: Artix Kreiger
FACTION: Galactic Alliance – Imperial Rebels
RANK: Lieutenant
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 29
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5’9
WEIGHT: 148
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: Tannish
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: N/A
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
STRENGTH: 8/10
DEXTERITY: 5/10
CONSTITUTION: 10/10
INTELLIGENCE: 8/10
WISDOM: 7 ½ /10
CHARISMA: 10/10
SKILLS:
Artix’s distinguishing skill is his leadership ability, flanked by his physical combat prowess. His commanding tone and firm stature are just a couple of the things that make him a great leader of men. Though a noble and dedicated officer, Artix leaves no empty margin for his fighting ability. His marksmanship is among the top in the Stormtrooper Corps(or was)and he isn’t afraid to fight you with his fists, either.
The Lieutenant seems to be a strong boxer, and has utilized this skill on several occasions. If you ever run into him in melee combat, you’ll want to watch out for his notorious left hook!
Although rarely seen with a sword, the Lieutenant is also a strong swordsman.
GEAR:
The Lieutenant's armory includes:
an ARC-9965 rifle or A280 rifle
a SE-14r light repeating blaster
various smoke, bacta, frag grenades
reinforced jet-black Stormtrooper armor with gold trim and pauldron
SHIP:
The Lieuteant and his 1000th Rifles were able to take control of a captured Kleequee-class transport aboard the Star Destroyer Lancelot during their mutiny on the vessel. Artix named this the Paladin.
Hero Squadron fireteams would later use the Paladin to be deployed into hotspots across the galaxy, including some major battles.
PERSONALITY:
Artix is a noble and loyal soldier, completely dedicated to his men and his Empire(later on his Alliance). Artix also sees it his duty to protect the innocent from all threats, ally or enemy of his faction, and he is equally dedicated to keeping his men alive. With that, he would gladly give his life to insure that his troops would keep theirs.. but he's certainly smart enough to keep himself out of that situation, too.
Some might describe him to be very 'knightly' or chivalrous, which he certainly is.
BIOGRAPHY:
((Warning: Fairly long))
Not much is known about the young Artix before he joined the Stormtrooper Corps at 22. It is probable that he is of some nobility of high-class family. It is visible that he had an upper-class education, as he shows an extensive knowledge of the Galactic Civil War and the events leading up to it, aswell as the Thrawn campaigns.
At the age of 22, Artix joined the Stormtrooper garrison on Corellia. After half a year, he had earned the title of Private First Class, where at this time he was reassigned to Sharkhead Station, an Imperial space station centered in the heart of pirate-controlled space. At Sharkhead Station, Artix also met many Alliance special forces troopers who were assigned to the station, where he grew a deep respect from the GA fighters.
Artix gained a reputation around the station as a young man with not much of a backstory, a polite voice, and a fierce left hook. During his service there, Artix gained a killcount of around 10 or 12 Togorian pirates. His officers recognized his fierce fighting and his dedication, so he was raised to Corporal. On occasion, he was given command of a battle station of four or five privates, where he showed his leadership abilities for the first time in the Corps.
With this great leadership ability, he was quickly then promoted to Sergeant, and sent to train his own platoon of men on Gala. The Sergeant took a weak, doubtful batch of recruits into a disciplined and fierce platoon. His skills were renowned in the Corps, and his loyalness to his men was also noted.
After training his platoon to a full batch of Private First Class soldiers, Kreiger and his men were finally deployed to action - sent to Sharkwave Station where Artix had earned his reputation. The pirate problem there had culminated into a much larger conflict - the Togorians had massed a small fleet and had gained much control of the space around Sharkwave Station, and launched a huge attack on the station.
Artix's platoon spearheaded the defense, alongside several Alliance commandos and other Imperials.
KRRBMMM! KRRBMMM! KRRRR- BLWSHEWWWWW!
For the past half hour, Sharkwave Station had been bombarded by a small fleet - consisting of five Ye-4 gunships, a small group of starfighters, and one Hammerhead-class cruiser, which seemed to be the fleet's leading vessel. Their flak cannons were ripping away with the shields, their starfighters were bombing the control center, and their cruiser always had a horde of laserfire coming from its hulls.
And now the pirates were preparing to board the station.
"Sergeant Kreiger! One boarding ship is nearing Bay A!"
"Alright, men, this is our time to shine! All you have trained for has led up to this! It is time for Rancor Platoon to show those Togorian brutes that we will not give up this territory with a good FIGHT!"
Kreiger's short speech riled up readiness in the troopers, and they scrambled to makeshift barricades made out of empty crates. The boarding vessel was now entering the hangar. The light ceiling cannon popped down and revved up to fire on the invaders.
"Rancors, take aim!"
The boarding ramp slid down quickly, and some commotion could be heard inside of the ship. The pirates would be blasting out of there at any second, with heavy cannons, vibroswords, and probably some stolen rocket launchers.
"READY!"
The first hairy invader ran out with two goons flanking him. They held some sort of light slugthrowers.
"OPEN FIRE!"
Twenty more pirates flooded out as the first three fell. The Togorians took their battle lines, forming a rough offensive front by their ship. Their was not much cover for them, and there wasn't much for Rancor Platoon, either - one Togorian lobbed a grenade right near one crate, blasting that portion of the battlements to dust. The Imperial troopers learned here to shoot down the grenades before they got near their defenses.
Alliance Commandos were operating turrets on the catwalk around the hangar, peppering the attackers with a never-ending stream of laser fire.
Then the big guns came out - four hulking Togorians armed with heavy - heavy - machine guns, and unleashed havoc on the poor Republic defenses. The ceiling cannon fired on these new enemies, but they returned fire and disabled the cannon.
With this boost of morale, the pirate infantry rushed forward with their vibroswords, in a sort of suicide-charge - their lines took heavy damage, but they would soon overrun the defenders. Sergeant Artix ordered his men to fall back a ways, in order to avoid casualties - Rancor Platoon had only four injured men so far, and the Sergeant was eager to keep that number low as possible.
While the rest retreated, a line of troopers banded their riot shields together to keep the offense from advancing, for as long as possible. One Togorian tried leaping over the shields, only to be chucked back to his comrades by the defenders. Artix led the defending line, armed with a vibrosword along with his shield. He gallantly fought against the invaders, slaying them by the minute.
The heavy pirates then blasted the line, forcing them to slowly move their defenses back.
"HOLD THE LINE, MEN! DON'T LET THEM ADVANCE ANY FURTHER FOR AS LONG AS YOU CAN! WE MUST KEEP THEM FROM TAKING THE HANGAR BAY!"
For every attacker that fell, a fresher one took place, and with this constant hammering away the line of shields slowly deteriorated. Their shields were ridden with bulletholes and slashes from vibro-axes and various other vibro-weapons, and giant dents from blaster cannons.
One defender fell, then another, and another grazed at the arm. The line was forced to fall back right up to where the other troopers were tending to the wounded. Then, something unexpected happened - the boarding ship withdrew from the hangar, flying back to join the pirate's capital cruiser. For a minute, it looked like the stations' guns were putting the pirates on the run, and the pilot was going to abandon their infantry.
Unfortunately, that was not at all the case.
Something else zoomed into the hangar - it looked like an even bigger ship, and Artix was sure that it held backup soldiers for the pirate forces. Artix grimaced at the sight of the pirates getting fresh troops, while his platoon was tired from the relentless onslaught - but they still fought gallantly. There was still a glimmer of hope in Rancor Platoon when Artix let out a battlecry, and they gained a little ground in the hangar, only to be pushed back to their original posistion. The Alliance commandos then joined the stormtroopers on the deck of the hangar - their turrets had been shot out by the pirate heavy troopers.
Then, the backup troopers started to stream out of the new carrier - they probably had fresh weapons, too, with full power packs and a good meal beforehand. Artix had to act fast if he wanted to keep this defense alive. With fresh troops, the enemy morale had been raised, and any risen morale that had been gained by the Stormtroopers earlier had now been diminished.
Artix had a feeling that there was not much hope left in this defense - but if there wasn't, and he was sure to die, he and Rancor Platoon would dang sure die sending those Togorians back to their mums.
"RANCORS, RALLY ON ME!"
The troopers readied their assorted weapons and prepared for an all-out charge on the oppression. The shieldmen would be pushing on their shields harder than ever before. Rancor Platoon was going to take the fight to the Togorians.
"CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGE!"
The trooper's yelling and battlecrys almost drowned out the constant blasterfire and clashing of durasteel and vibroblades. The front line groaned and pushed with all their might, pushing the pirates back a few meters at a time. The infantry behind them helped push, too, shoving themselves into the backs of the front line to push even harder. Now, the pirates were on the defensive.
Artix jumped over the line of shieldsmen with two Alliance commandos and initiated a melee clash, slashing and lunging at every fuzzbag in sight. One Togorian shot a punch at Artix, only to be deflected and returned with a strong left hook to the chin. Then another came, and another, and another, till there were four fuzzbag brawler bodies strewn out on the floor.
Now, the pirates were retreating! The Sergeant led out a shout, and the line of shieldsmen broke, sending the defenders charging into the crowd with the infantrymen, bashing the heads of pirates with their riot shields.
"They're on the run, men! Victory is on our doorstep!"
Rancor Platoon threw up their helmets and cheered. The battle for them was won. Their boarding party had failed, their starfighters blown to dust, and their cruiser almost ripped to shreds.
Sharkwave Station was succesfully defended. Rancor Platoon had only suffered 8 casualties, while the pirates had only almost half of their forces left. With the Togorian fleet badly damaged, the members of Rancor Platoon would now be able to take the fight to the scum, rooting them out of the system once and for all.
After this gallant victory for Sergeant Kreiger and his Rancor Platoon, he was promoted to Lieutenant, and given command of the 1000th Rifles, replacing Lieutenant Threeseas who was K.I.A. The newly-crowned Lieutenant meshed well with the Rifles, leading the company in many succesful missions against the enemies of the Empire.
During 1,011 ABY, Artix and the 1000th Rifles were stationed aboard the Lancelot. When the Empire was taken control of by the Sith, Artix led his regiment in a mutiny aboard the Sith -alligned captain of the Star Destroyer.
[SPOILER="Mutiny onboard the Lancelot Battle Scene"
]The mood in Lieutenant Kreiger's quarters aboard the Lancelot was very solemn. He paced up and down the floor, hands folded behind his back. He felt much differently about the Empire now than he ever had before.
Yesterday, word came to the Star Destroyer Lancelot in the Outer Rim that the Empire had evolved into the Sith Empire. Artix had feared this all his life - he knew what kind of tyrannical deeds were done to the innocent during the first Galactic Civil War, and he wanted no part of this Empire anymore. He wasn't sure if all of his men did, too, but he knew many did, aswell as other personnel aboard the ship.
His comm beeped with a blinking red light, a sign that it was a message from the bridge.
"Lieutenant, you're wanted on the bridge with Sergeant Marks."
Artix wondered what this call to the bridge was, and hesitantly answered the call.
"On my way."
Arriving on the bridge, Sergeant Marks was already there, striking up a casual conversation with a Navy ensign.
"Get your bullocks over here, we're wanted by the captain."
Walking up to the captain flanked by Sergeant Marks, the Lieuteant stood at a halt and - extremely reluctancly - saluted the captain of the ship. The captain had fully supported the Sith control from the beginning, and he was eager to use this new morale in his troops to start conquering territory.
"Lieutenant, Sergeant. You're two of my most trusted young men, and I have yet another job for your company. Several citizens have come up in violent protest on some of our planets in the Outer Rim. The garrisons there are too cowardly to deal with them, so I'm sending the Rifles to deal with them. You will proceed to the planets and remove any resistance with necesarry lethal force - "
"I'm sorry, sir."
"... what, did you say?"
"My company won't be killing any innocents anytime soon."
This declaration turned the heads of the navymen on the ship, directing their attention towards the confrontation at hand.
"That is an ORDER, LIEUTENANT, and you WILL CARRY OUT my ORDERS!"
"No."
"Guards.. take him away."
Two ensigns flanking the captain moved in to cuff the two men, armed with rifles. One of the guards began to slap the cuffs onto the Sergeant's hands, but he flung them away. The guard grabbed the Sergeant's arm, and he retaliated with a swift knee to the equipments.
In the next few minutes, it was like a giant brawl - the guards were trying to wrangle the two reluctant Stormtroopers, the captain was fending off attacks from Artix, and even some of the navy operators were getting into the fray - one of them jumped off of his station to help the guards, and another grabbed him by the neck to shove him back into his seat, and it escalated into an official match of fisticuffs.
Artix delivered a driving punch to the head of one of the guards, succesfully knocking him out, his body sprawled out on the floor of the bridge. The Sergeant untangled himself from the fighting, and Kreiger signalled for the two of them to run for the rapidy closing blast doors - one of the brawling officers had leaned back on a console, closing the entrance to the bridge.
Artix dove through the octagonal opening, and the Sergeant followed - not as swift a dive, but it still got him through the blast doors.
"OPEN THE BLAST DOORS, OPEN THE BLAST DOORS! - YOU FOOL, YOU CLOSED THEM!"
The captain exploded to his crew in verbal abuse and ran up to the doors, banging on them to open.
Artix tapped his comm-gauntlet while sprinting towards the turbolift, linking him to all the members of the 1000th Rifles.
"This is Lieutenant Kreiger! All Rifles report to Hangar Bay B immediately! Make haste with it!"
"What are you planning, boss?", the Sergeant said, lazily.
"We are getting off the Lancelot. If they're going to kill any innocents, they aren't going to have us to do it."
"You mean we're mutinizing?"
"That's the general idea."
The two made it to the turbolift just as the engineers on the bridge got the blast doors open. Two troopers rushed towards them with blasters firing, and the Sergeant scrambled to find cover in the circular turbolift, while Artix covered them with a spray of fire from his twin E-11s, which were holstered snugly at his hip.
"PUSH THE CONSOLE!"
"Oh, sorry," replied the Sergeant, hastily finding the button that would shoot the lift down to Bay B. The lift shot them down like a bullet.
The door of the lift opened, and the two ran down a hall connecting the lifts to the hangar. When they arrived there, most of the Rifles were already there, along with a couple other outfits. Artix wasn't sure who they were, but he figured they must be friendly. A Corporal ran up to the Lieutenant, having to drop a crate of something to do so.
"Sir, all of the 1000th Rifles are here. We want you to know that we feel the same way about this Sith business as you do, sir, and there are also two more outfits here with us two defect - "
"Don't think of it as defecting, but standing up for liberty,"
" - yes, sir. Walker Battalion B and Vicious Squadron have joined us also, and we're loading the Lambda-class shuttles over there with our gear, aswell as that Suwantek over there."
"Good work, Corporal. Make haste with the loading, the captain may be upon us at any min-"
And so they were. In the hall behind the three, the turbolifts opened to reveal a plethora of troopers, the ship's captain leading them with a pistol.
"There they are, the rebel scum! Blast them at ONCE!"
The troops opened fire, relentlessly spraying the escaping "rebels" with their various weapons. The Rifles jumped into action, making due with the cover they had, returning the attacker's spray with their own.
"Get into the shuttles!" yelled Artix at his men, firing his twin E-11s at the captain. Sprinting for a shuttle, he grabbed a grenade from his utility belt and lugged it into the hallway, sending the attackers inside reeling.
Artix and Sergeant Marks dove into the P-1800((1200?))light freighter. Safely inside, Artix hit the console on the side of the ship, closing up the boarding ramp.
With everybody loaded onto the shuttles, their respective pilots revved up the engines, sending a small shockwave of sound through the hangar and into the hallway.
The engines of the ships lit up in a hot blue, propelling them out of the hangar bay like bullets. They had succesfully done it - mutiny, and got away with it alive. Artix heaved a heavy sigh, and looked at each of his troopers in the hulls of the freighter. Each and every one of them knew that they would soon be in fierce battle with the very garrisons they had just escaped from. It would surely be a war, with many sides and only one outcome.
But it would be a war well fighting for the 1000th Rifles - or should I say, Hero Squadron, as they are now called in the Galactic Alliance.
[/SPOILER]
After the mutiny, the escapees of the Lancelot were formed together by Kreiger as Hero Squadron, and joined the Galactic Alliance among many other anti-Sith cells.
KILLS:
DUELING RING MATCHES:
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
ROLE-PLAYS:
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NAME: Artix Kreiger
FACTION: Galactic Alliance – Imperial Rebels
RANK: Lieutenant
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 29
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5’9
WEIGHT: 148
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: Tannish
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: N/A
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
STRENGTH: 8/10
DEXTERITY: 5/10
CONSTITUTION: 10/10
INTELLIGENCE: 8/10
WISDOM: 7 ½ /10
CHARISMA: 10/10
SKILLS:
Artix’s distinguishing skill is his leadership ability, flanked by his physical combat prowess. His commanding tone and firm stature are just a couple of the things that make him a great leader of men. Though a noble and dedicated officer, Artix leaves no empty margin for his fighting ability. His marksmanship is among the top in the Stormtrooper Corps(or was)and he isn’t afraid to fight you with his fists, either.
The Lieutenant seems to be a strong boxer, and has utilized this skill on several occasions. If you ever run into him in melee combat, you’ll want to watch out for his notorious left hook!
Although rarely seen with a sword, the Lieutenant is also a strong swordsman.
GEAR:
The Lieutenant's armory includes:
an ARC-9965 rifle or A280 rifle
a SE-14r light repeating blaster
various smoke, bacta, frag grenades
reinforced jet-black Stormtrooper armor with gold trim and pauldron
SHIP:
The Lieuteant and his 1000th Rifles were able to take control of a captured Kleequee-class transport aboard the Star Destroyer Lancelot during their mutiny on the vessel. Artix named this the Paladin.
Hero Squadron fireteams would later use the Paladin to be deployed into hotspots across the galaxy, including some major battles.
PERSONALITY:
Artix is a noble and loyal soldier, completely dedicated to his men and his Empire(later on his Alliance). Artix also sees it his duty to protect the innocent from all threats, ally or enemy of his faction, and he is equally dedicated to keeping his men alive. With that, he would gladly give his life to insure that his troops would keep theirs.. but he's certainly smart enough to keep himself out of that situation, too.
Some might describe him to be very 'knightly' or chivalrous, which he certainly is.
BIOGRAPHY:
((Warning: Fairly long))
Not much is known about the young Artix before he joined the Stormtrooper Corps at 22. It is probable that he is of some nobility of high-class family. It is visible that he had an upper-class education, as he shows an extensive knowledge of the Galactic Civil War and the events leading up to it, aswell as the Thrawn campaigns.
At the age of 22, Artix joined the Stormtrooper garrison on Corellia. After half a year, he had earned the title of Private First Class, where at this time he was reassigned to Sharkhead Station, an Imperial space station centered in the heart of pirate-controlled space. At Sharkhead Station, Artix also met many Alliance special forces troopers who were assigned to the station, where he grew a deep respect from the GA fighters.
Artix gained a reputation around the station as a young man with not much of a backstory, a polite voice, and a fierce left hook. During his service there, Artix gained a killcount of around 10 or 12 Togorian pirates. His officers recognized his fierce fighting and his dedication, so he was raised to Corporal. On occasion, he was given command of a battle station of four or five privates, where he showed his leadership abilities for the first time in the Corps.
With this great leadership ability, he was quickly then promoted to Sergeant, and sent to train his own platoon of men on Gala. The Sergeant took a weak, doubtful batch of recruits into a disciplined and fierce platoon. His skills were renowned in the Corps, and his loyalness to his men was also noted.
After training his platoon to a full batch of Private First Class soldiers, Kreiger and his men were finally deployed to action - sent to Sharkwave Station where Artix had earned his reputation. The pirate problem there had culminated into a much larger conflict - the Togorians had massed a small fleet and had gained much control of the space around Sharkwave Station, and launched a huge attack on the station.
Artix's platoon spearheaded the defense, alongside several Alliance commandos and other Imperials.
KRRBMMM! KRRBMMM! KRRRR- BLWSHEWWWWW!
For the past half hour, Sharkwave Station had been bombarded by a small fleet - consisting of five Ye-4 gunships, a small group of starfighters, and one Hammerhead-class cruiser, which seemed to be the fleet's leading vessel. Their flak cannons were ripping away with the shields, their starfighters were bombing the control center, and their cruiser always had a horde of laserfire coming from its hulls.
And now the pirates were preparing to board the station.
"Sergeant Kreiger! One boarding ship is nearing Bay A!"
"Alright, men, this is our time to shine! All you have trained for has led up to this! It is time for Rancor Platoon to show those Togorian brutes that we will not give up this territory with a good FIGHT!"
Kreiger's short speech riled up readiness in the troopers, and they scrambled to makeshift barricades made out of empty crates. The boarding vessel was now entering the hangar. The light ceiling cannon popped down and revved up to fire on the invaders.
"Rancors, take aim!"
The boarding ramp slid down quickly, and some commotion could be heard inside of the ship. The pirates would be blasting out of there at any second, with heavy cannons, vibroswords, and probably some stolen rocket launchers.
"READY!"
The first hairy invader ran out with two goons flanking him. They held some sort of light slugthrowers.
"OPEN FIRE!"
Twenty more pirates flooded out as the first three fell. The Togorians took their battle lines, forming a rough offensive front by their ship. Their was not much cover for them, and there wasn't much for Rancor Platoon, either - one Togorian lobbed a grenade right near one crate, blasting that portion of the battlements to dust. The Imperial troopers learned here to shoot down the grenades before they got near their defenses.
Alliance Commandos were operating turrets on the catwalk around the hangar, peppering the attackers with a never-ending stream of laser fire.
Then the big guns came out - four hulking Togorians armed with heavy - heavy - machine guns, and unleashed havoc on the poor Republic defenses. The ceiling cannon fired on these new enemies, but they returned fire and disabled the cannon.
With this boost of morale, the pirate infantry rushed forward with their vibroswords, in a sort of suicide-charge - their lines took heavy damage, but they would soon overrun the defenders. Sergeant Artix ordered his men to fall back a ways, in order to avoid casualties - Rancor Platoon had only four injured men so far, and the Sergeant was eager to keep that number low as possible.
While the rest retreated, a line of troopers banded their riot shields together to keep the offense from advancing, for as long as possible. One Togorian tried leaping over the shields, only to be chucked back to his comrades by the defenders. Artix led the defending line, armed with a vibrosword along with his shield. He gallantly fought against the invaders, slaying them by the minute.
The heavy pirates then blasted the line, forcing them to slowly move their defenses back.
"HOLD THE LINE, MEN! DON'T LET THEM ADVANCE ANY FURTHER FOR AS LONG AS YOU CAN! WE MUST KEEP THEM FROM TAKING THE HANGAR BAY!"
For every attacker that fell, a fresher one took place, and with this constant hammering away the line of shields slowly deteriorated. Their shields were ridden with bulletholes and slashes from vibro-axes and various other vibro-weapons, and giant dents from blaster cannons.
One defender fell, then another, and another grazed at the arm. The line was forced to fall back right up to where the other troopers were tending to the wounded. Then, something unexpected happened - the boarding ship withdrew from the hangar, flying back to join the pirate's capital cruiser. For a minute, it looked like the stations' guns were putting the pirates on the run, and the pilot was going to abandon their infantry.
Unfortunately, that was not at all the case.
Something else zoomed into the hangar - it looked like an even bigger ship, and Artix was sure that it held backup soldiers for the pirate forces. Artix grimaced at the sight of the pirates getting fresh troops, while his platoon was tired from the relentless onslaught - but they still fought gallantly. There was still a glimmer of hope in Rancor Platoon when Artix let out a battlecry, and they gained a little ground in the hangar, only to be pushed back to their original posistion. The Alliance commandos then joined the stormtroopers on the deck of the hangar - their turrets had been shot out by the pirate heavy troopers.
Then, the backup troopers started to stream out of the new carrier - they probably had fresh weapons, too, with full power packs and a good meal beforehand. Artix had to act fast if he wanted to keep this defense alive. With fresh troops, the enemy morale had been raised, and any risen morale that had been gained by the Stormtroopers earlier had now been diminished.
Artix had a feeling that there was not much hope left in this defense - but if there wasn't, and he was sure to die, he and Rancor Platoon would dang sure die sending those Togorians back to their mums.
"RANCORS, RALLY ON ME!"
The troopers readied their assorted weapons and prepared for an all-out charge on the oppression. The shieldmen would be pushing on their shields harder than ever before. Rancor Platoon was going to take the fight to the Togorians.
"CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGE!"
The trooper's yelling and battlecrys almost drowned out the constant blasterfire and clashing of durasteel and vibroblades. The front line groaned and pushed with all their might, pushing the pirates back a few meters at a time. The infantry behind them helped push, too, shoving themselves into the backs of the front line to push even harder. Now, the pirates were on the defensive.
Artix jumped over the line of shieldsmen with two Alliance commandos and initiated a melee clash, slashing and lunging at every fuzzbag in sight. One Togorian shot a punch at Artix, only to be deflected and returned with a strong left hook to the chin. Then another came, and another, and another, till there were four fuzzbag brawler bodies strewn out on the floor.
Now, the pirates were retreating! The Sergeant led out a shout, and the line of shieldsmen broke, sending the defenders charging into the crowd with the infantrymen, bashing the heads of pirates with their riot shields.
"They're on the run, men! Victory is on our doorstep!"
Rancor Platoon threw up their helmets and cheered. The battle for them was won. Their boarding party had failed, their starfighters blown to dust, and their cruiser almost ripped to shreds.
Sharkwave Station was succesfully defended. Rancor Platoon had only suffered 8 casualties, while the pirates had only almost half of their forces left. With the Togorian fleet badly damaged, the members of Rancor Platoon would now be able to take the fight to the scum, rooting them out of the system once and for all.
After this gallant victory for Sergeant Kreiger and his Rancor Platoon, he was promoted to Lieutenant, and given command of the 1000th Rifles, replacing Lieutenant Threeseas who was K.I.A. The newly-crowned Lieutenant meshed well with the Rifles, leading the company in many succesful missions against the enemies of the Empire.
During 1,011 ABY, Artix and the 1000th Rifles were stationed aboard the Lancelot. When the Empire was taken control of by the Sith, Artix led his regiment in a mutiny aboard the Sith -alligned captain of the Star Destroyer.
[SPOILER="Mutiny onboard the Lancelot Battle Scene"
]The mood in Lieutenant Kreiger's quarters aboard the Lancelot was very solemn. He paced up and down the floor, hands folded behind his back. He felt much differently about the Empire now than he ever had before.
Yesterday, word came to the Star Destroyer Lancelot in the Outer Rim that the Empire had evolved into the Sith Empire. Artix had feared this all his life - he knew what kind of tyrannical deeds were done to the innocent during the first Galactic Civil War, and he wanted no part of this Empire anymore. He wasn't sure if all of his men did, too, but he knew many did, aswell as other personnel aboard the ship.
His comm beeped with a blinking red light, a sign that it was a message from the bridge.
"Lieutenant, you're wanted on the bridge with Sergeant Marks."
Artix wondered what this call to the bridge was, and hesitantly answered the call.
"On my way."
Arriving on the bridge, Sergeant Marks was already there, striking up a casual conversation with a Navy ensign.
"Get your bullocks over here, we're wanted by the captain."
Walking up to the captain flanked by Sergeant Marks, the Lieuteant stood at a halt and - extremely reluctancly - saluted the captain of the ship. The captain had fully supported the Sith control from the beginning, and he was eager to use this new morale in his troops to start conquering territory.
"Lieutenant, Sergeant. You're two of my most trusted young men, and I have yet another job for your company. Several citizens have come up in violent protest on some of our planets in the Outer Rim. The garrisons there are too cowardly to deal with them, so I'm sending the Rifles to deal with them. You will proceed to the planets and remove any resistance with necesarry lethal force - "
"I'm sorry, sir."
"... what, did you say?"
"My company won't be killing any innocents anytime soon."
This declaration turned the heads of the navymen on the ship, directing their attention towards the confrontation at hand.
"That is an ORDER, LIEUTENANT, and you WILL CARRY OUT my ORDERS!"
"No."
"Guards.. take him away."
Two ensigns flanking the captain moved in to cuff the two men, armed with rifles. One of the guards began to slap the cuffs onto the Sergeant's hands, but he flung them away. The guard grabbed the Sergeant's arm, and he retaliated with a swift knee to the equipments.
In the next few minutes, it was like a giant brawl - the guards were trying to wrangle the two reluctant Stormtroopers, the captain was fending off attacks from Artix, and even some of the navy operators were getting into the fray - one of them jumped off of his station to help the guards, and another grabbed him by the neck to shove him back into his seat, and it escalated into an official match of fisticuffs.
Artix delivered a driving punch to the head of one of the guards, succesfully knocking him out, his body sprawled out on the floor of the bridge. The Sergeant untangled himself from the fighting, and Kreiger signalled for the two of them to run for the rapidy closing blast doors - one of the brawling officers had leaned back on a console, closing the entrance to the bridge.
Artix dove through the octagonal opening, and the Sergeant followed - not as swift a dive, but it still got him through the blast doors.
"OPEN THE BLAST DOORS, OPEN THE BLAST DOORS! - YOU FOOL, YOU CLOSED THEM!"
The captain exploded to his crew in verbal abuse and ran up to the doors, banging on them to open.
Artix tapped his comm-gauntlet while sprinting towards the turbolift, linking him to all the members of the 1000th Rifles.
"This is Lieutenant Kreiger! All Rifles report to Hangar Bay B immediately! Make haste with it!"
"What are you planning, boss?", the Sergeant said, lazily.
"We are getting off the Lancelot. If they're going to kill any innocents, they aren't going to have us to do it."
"You mean we're mutinizing?"
"That's the general idea."
The two made it to the turbolift just as the engineers on the bridge got the blast doors open. Two troopers rushed towards them with blasters firing, and the Sergeant scrambled to find cover in the circular turbolift, while Artix covered them with a spray of fire from his twin E-11s, which were holstered snugly at his hip.
"PUSH THE CONSOLE!"
"Oh, sorry," replied the Sergeant, hastily finding the button that would shoot the lift down to Bay B. The lift shot them down like a bullet.
The door of the lift opened, and the two ran down a hall connecting the lifts to the hangar. When they arrived there, most of the Rifles were already there, along with a couple other outfits. Artix wasn't sure who they were, but he figured they must be friendly. A Corporal ran up to the Lieutenant, having to drop a crate of something to do so.
"Sir, all of the 1000th Rifles are here. We want you to know that we feel the same way about this Sith business as you do, sir, and there are also two more outfits here with us two defect - "
"Don't think of it as defecting, but standing up for liberty,"
" - yes, sir. Walker Battalion B and Vicious Squadron have joined us also, and we're loading the Lambda-class shuttles over there with our gear, aswell as that Suwantek over there."
"Good work, Corporal. Make haste with the loading, the captain may be upon us at any min-"
And so they were. In the hall behind the three, the turbolifts opened to reveal a plethora of troopers, the ship's captain leading them with a pistol.
"There they are, the rebel scum! Blast them at ONCE!"
The troops opened fire, relentlessly spraying the escaping "rebels" with their various weapons. The Rifles jumped into action, making due with the cover they had, returning the attacker's spray with their own.
"Get into the shuttles!" yelled Artix at his men, firing his twin E-11s at the captain. Sprinting for a shuttle, he grabbed a grenade from his utility belt and lugged it into the hallway, sending the attackers inside reeling.
Artix and Sergeant Marks dove into the P-1800((1200?))light freighter. Safely inside, Artix hit the console on the side of the ship, closing up the boarding ramp.
With everybody loaded onto the shuttles, their respective pilots revved up the engines, sending a small shockwave of sound through the hangar and into the hallway.
The engines of the ships lit up in a hot blue, propelling them out of the hangar bay like bullets. They had succesfully done it - mutiny, and got away with it alive. Artix heaved a heavy sigh, and looked at each of his troopers in the hulls of the freighter. Each and every one of them knew that they would soon be in fierce battle with the very garrisons they had just escaped from. It would surely be a war, with many sides and only one outcome.
But it would be a war well fighting for the 1000th Rifles - or should I say, Hero Squadron, as they are now called in the Galactic Alliance.
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After the mutiny, the escapees of the Lancelot were formed together by Kreiger as Hero Squadron, and joined the Galactic Alliance among many other anti-Sith cells.
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