Open Resisting On Raxus Prime

[Telly Udon]

All told, Raxus Prime wasn't exactly a good candidate for invasion.

It was a world covered entirely with the refuse and detritus from better planets. Trash heap upon trash heap littered the surface and any lushness or beauty had long ago been corroded by industrial waste and abandoned factories. The residents? Castoffs from society; scrappers, scavengers, and thieves, looking to make some credits in exchange for toiling under the choking scent of the planet, the acidic precipitation, and the burning temperatures. It was the garbage pit of the galaxy and most would rather give it away, rather than take it.

But, for Telly Udon, it was the perfect planet.

First off, Telly knew from his Rebel Alliance days that both the Rebellion and the CIS had conducted operations on the surface of the junk world, meaning a goldmine of abandoned bases, discarded battle droids, and old intelligence could potentially be there for the taking.

Secondly, it was an Imperial world. However, given the active war going on in the galaxy and the fact that most of the security forces were probably concentrated above orbit in the shipyard. From what intelligence his spies had been able to gather, most of the Imperial presence on the surface itself consisted of troopers ensuring that any ship dumping junk had the proper permits and overseeing scrap collection for their shipyard. Telly had no reason to doubt the veracity of this intelligence, which meant that this could be an excellent battle test for his eager-but-inexperienced soldiers.

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The Resistance had come in hazmat suits and industrial explorer outfits, anything to survive the hazardous environment. Apart from the stench and the danger, Telly hated the fact that his suit's protective helmet meant that he wouldn't be able to smoke a cigar during this operation. Pity. He found the vice helped him think clearly when plans started to go awry, as they often did in the Resistance.

His troops were scattered amongst the scavenging crews of Raxus and with their hazmat suits, they blended in. While the Meeknu Jawa clan were, far and away, the biggest scrapper crew around and had made deals with the Empire to keep it that way, there were plenty of ambitious or disgruntled former Meeknu members that were happy to team up with the Resistance in the hopes of getting a bigger piece of the scavenger pie on the planet.

The plan was a simple one. Most of the ground forces would execute several guerilla strikes all over the surface, hoping to draw out most of the enemy in a diversionary show of force. In the meantime, Telly and a small strike team led by some native Jawas would use the planet's elaborate sewer system to sneak into the command post from below, take the top brass hostage, and win the day. It sounded simple enough but Telly didn't exactly feel great about it as he followed his Jawa guides into the sludge that made up the sewers of Raxus Prime. His troops continued the illusion that they were just scrappers, waiting for Telly's command.

OOC: Open to allies and reasonable defense forces.

 

[Chewy]

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Chewy could see why the organics would dislike the surface of the junk planet. It was not very aesthetically pleasing to look at and there were doubtfully any good food sources thriving out in the wild. The droid had successfully infiltrated the imperial base. However, it was alone. At least they had a concealed blaster and spark projectors in a chassis compartment respectively.

A few days prior the machine was "traded" to the local base by some scrapers and put to work in their kitchen. The Crisp-E-O droid was a delight to be around. It quickly memorized the sugar and cream measurements, preferences on tea, and morning pastries of the base staff. It was a pity he would have to leave eventually. But the droid was getting paid well by the Resistance.

Presently, the machine moved about the kitchen continuing about its business. Its assignment was to wait for the signal before making a move. More risk for more reward. But a few cycles had passed since the droid had signaled it had achieved its goal of sneaking in. How many more days or weeks was it going to be until the Resistance made their move? It did not matter to Chewy. He was resolved to following his programing, forced to in fact in most cases.

@Fantasy Liver

 

[Telly Udon]

So far, no one was shooting at him, which Telly found to be an excellent sign.

The sewage was predictably disgusting to wade through but it did have the benefit of giving the Resistance strike team some secrecy. After all, what Imperial would want to venture down here if they didn't have to?

Telly surveyed the ragtag group that made up this Resistance strike team. They certainly made an odd sight; a couple of Mustafaran sharpshooters; eager and ill-armed. Imperial defectors were far and away his most competent forces but he had precious few of them to spare and, as a result, only one of them accompanied him on this perilous trek through the Raxus Prime sewage system. There were others; an elderly Wookiee who was a recent recruit, a human Yavin Yellowjacket who was about as tiny as his twin pistols, and their Jawa guides who were leading the way. And, perhaps, strangest of all, was Telly, whose towering frame and crisp uniform seemed most jarring compared to the garbage that surrounded him.

At last, the Jawas stopped and pointed upwards. On the ceiling of the main pipe they were currently traversing through was a small opening, which the Jawas claimed was the Imperial base's officer lounge's toilet pipe. Pleased they had to trek no further, the Rebels got to work. The Mustafarans readied their cutting torches to make an opening big enough for the Wookiee, while the defector readied some explosive charges to blast their way into the base from below. Lastly, the human was readying a grapple line launcher to give the Resistance fighters a straight shot into the compound.

"Alright lads, we got ourselves a right ruckus ahead of us, wot wot! Our man on the inside is ready to give us a hand at a moment's notice, so don't go breaking ranks and screaming if things get dicey in there." Telly ordered cheerily but firmly as he readied his commlink.

"The banthas are in the barn, repeat, the banthas are in the barn." Telly commed into the secure Resistance channel, of which @Chewy would be able to hear. As soon as this signal came through, the Resistance fighters on the surface got to work. Any patrolling Imperials would, no doubt, be shocked by the amount of chaos that unfolded in a few brief seconds; speeder bikes were stolen, sentries were sniped, trash piles were set on fire, and Imperial property was being bombed haphazardly as the Resistance did their best to provide Telly, Chewy and the strike team the distraction they needed.

@Darasuum

 

[Chewy]

With everything cleaned up and squared away the droid began brewing a fresh pot of caf inside its own body. A set of clean immaculate plates were stored as well inside the machine's body. A fresh batch of donuts were baking when they recieved the signal.

+Copy that.+ The droid's voice would come over with a tinge of excitement. The moment was finally here. The droid's locomotion of two legs was a smooth though strange to balance platters and beverages without spilling or dropping anything. The machine made its way to the service droid utility lift which would take them directly to the officer's lounge.

After a brief ride, Chewy exited the tiny turbo lift with a freshly brewed pot and pipping hot donuts. The officers inside the lounge brightened their expressions at the prospect of tasty treats. By the time they were halfway through their donuts it was time for the droid to make its move.

When the officers of the lounge seemed to relax, the droid moved out of their eyeline and was quickly forgotten. Triggering its concealed blaster modification, the weapon fired once at each of the officers. The light blaster was set to stun and was low in power. Pew. A stun bolt took out one officer hitting him in the back of his unprotected head. Chewy fired again, pew, aking out a second officer who crumpled to the ground unconscious.

Two officers remained and were fast enough to try and get out of their seat. Chewy did not hesitate to spew scalding hot coffee in the man's face causing him to yell in pain and clutch at his eyes. Next the droid flung a saucer into his friend, interrupting his fumbling attempts to draw their sidearm. Chewy lunged at the un-burned officer as their torso opened up extend a spark projector and grabbing hold of his legs. BzzzzzzZZZzzzt! The officer convulsed and dropped to the ground like the others. The last officer still wiping his blistery face was still partially blind an an easy target for the Crisp-E-O droid to finish them off with the spark projector. BzzzZZZzzt!


@Fantasy Liver

 

[Telly Udon]

One officer was thankfully spared from Chewy's rampage in the lounge. Unfortunately, the reason he was spared was because an upset stomach had forced him to the refresher. He just knew those donuts were going to wreak havoc on his stomach but damn it, that droid could bake.

However, while he might have been spared being assaulted by his favorite donut droid, it was only for a few moments. The very toilet he was sitting on suddenly exploded, as Resistance agents breached the base from the sewage system below. The poor guy went flying into the ceiling, landed on the floor painfully and, as a last embarrassment, was finished off with a quick blaster bolt from Telly.

The Resistance had successfully made it inside.

The hard part was over, which meant the rest of the plan fell easily into place. Telly's strike team grabbed one of the stunned officers from the lounge and used him as a hostage as they made their way into the base's command center.

Of course, the Imperials were resistant to rolling over and following Resistance commands but a few blaster bolts into kneecaps did wonders for motivation. The Imperial troops outside were told to break off the pursuit of the fleeing rebels and, instead, all converge on a refinery station. The refinery station was just a ruse, however, and now unpursued, the Resistance fighters were free to attack their primary target - the landing pads.

Raxus Prime was used by the Imperials as a shipyard, which meant scrap metal on the surface world was melted down and sent up into space to be used in ship construction. This required many, many shuttles and transports and those were exactly what the Rebels were after.

They began replacing the actual cargo with crate and crates of explosive devices. The shuttle pilot droids, having seen all this, radioed into the base, informing them that the usual loading crews and cargo weight limits were off today but, at the point of Telly's blaster, the base commander told the droids to follow their usual routes. Doing as commanded, the shuttles that had been bombed up by the Resistance, docked into the shipyard and were remotely detonated by the rebels, causing untold amounts of damage all throughout the Imperial production facility.

As the Imps began dealing with the fallout of that, as well as trying to figure out what the hell had happened on the ground, Telly and the strike team stole the nicest ship on the base, loaded it up with pilfered Imperial weapons, droids, datapads and anything else they could get their hands on. After the looting, Telly's crew flew off into the night along with the rest of the rebels in other stolen shuttles.

As Telly watched Raxus Prime disappear from view, he happily munched on the most tasty of stolen Imperial property he got his hands on - a donut.

Damn it, that droid could bake.


OOC: Exit thread. As discussed, the raid is a success due to lack of opposition. @Darasuum feel free to have Chewy escape with the Resistance or on his own