Viva la Resistancé!

[Denzein]

So the Hutts had Bothawui... Yeah, right. Spectre wasn't too hot when it came to politics or the definitions of victory and defeat, but he was dead certain that you hadn't won when there was still an enemy to fight. He hoped the Hutts knew that, for their sakes.

He was furious. His squad had suffered badly, being some of the thousands left to die by a Navy running scared. Only the most ruthless of those abandoned had survived, outrunning and out-gunning those that would have seen them dead. All that remained of the 472nd was himself, Ptolemy, Ravenor and Fulsk. They had always been the hardest men in the unit, and now they were all that was left. They had each sworn to give their lives for the Republic down here, in whatever way they could. they would fight the Hutt invader with every atom of their beings.

There were others with them, disparate survivors too deadly or to evasive to have been shot or caught. Together they had formed the underground movement, the illegal Republic, the revolution. They were the few against the many, and Spectre loved it. Where else could he constantly test himself? Where else was there a constant threat of death? It was heaven for him. Only Ravenor agreed.

There was a small team of Resistance Troopers with him now, in the Capital itself. They were in the ship yards, on the outskirts of the city, posing as workers, for now. Their mission was to steal and/or destroy the vital military supplies convoy that was landing there in about fifteen minutes. They had brought enough explosives to get the job done, but Spectre would prefer to get the goods, they needed it if they didn't want to go hungry.

He waited behind his crate, ticking off the seconds on his watch. His team were assembled and ready, in hiding places just like his. He smiled to himself, this was going to be fun...

 

[Mr. Crunchy]

So here she was, ex-senator Karla Brushai of Corellia, crouched behind a crate. She looked around her, others were looking as dirty and disorganised as her, some were tired and other seemed to have mild wounds. In fact, her own clothes were in tatters, the official uniform of a Republic delegate unrecognisable almost underneath the heavy rusted body armour she wore.

The slight frame of the thirty-something woman looked too fragile to be a soldier, yet she was managing within the resistance. She had been on a diplomatic mission to Bothawui when the Hutts had struck, and had been taking refuge in the main military headquarters. She'd fled into the city, and had managed to blend in during the lost battle and subsequent occupation until she had heard of a Republic resistance movement.

In fact, she'd never been much of a soldier but it seemed the Republic needed her again, albeit in a different sense. She was equipped with a large blaster rifle and two smaller blaster pistols, and if she saw herself in a mirror she would comment she was looking 'very guerilla'. This was not what she was used to, but when she was in trouble and at risk of dying, it seemed something a bit more primal had kicked in. She was determined to fight for her beloved democracy, and this was much more hands-on than any way she had done it before.

 

[Darth Vader]

Jack was sweating, he was on his first assignment in Axe Squadron, it was a serious battle, the boss had sent him already, the co-ordinates to Bothawui had been logged his ship, the JSrevolver, he radioed in to the Hutt Military "All right, guys? This is an important battle, I might not be a man of high power, but my droid here has told me that there is a small team near the the capital, prepare for heavy resistance, since I'm a new guy, this isn't an order, this is just advice, long live the Hutts!" Jack turned on video and pulled out his revolvers and did the swirl trick to impress the guys.
Jack's Custom JK51B droid turned to him to ask him, "Query: Am I aloud to fight with you, master?" Jack throttled the hyperdrive and zoomed into hyperspace.

He turned to the droid, "I don't know yet, I've contacted my boss, just in case.

The droid nodded, "Statement: JK51B is ready to kickass!"

An hour later the JSrevolver rocketed out of hyperspace and entered the orbit of Bothawui, "I'm on the atmosphere and landing on the check point, what are my next orders?"

 

[Phil]

CDR-382 was already on the planet, and the mere presence of the heavy armored Alsakan demanded respect of those below him, and fear to all non Hutts. Decked in his crimson Alsakan armor and helmet, with his pistol and sword on the hip, his rifle and plasma thrower on his back, he went everywhere prepared, even if it was a simple meeting unless The Hutts demanded him to leave his tools of war behind. Little escaped his notice, and already he knew that the people here would not submit to the might of the Hutts, and they would need to be made example of.

Walking along the shipyards, he observed many people, usualy stopping some that he did not like the look of and had them confined for questioning, though this was done so no one would think otherwise. That's when he noticed an area where workers should be, and there were none there. It was not their break, and already he did not like this. His squadron of incompetents, what was left of them from the previous battle, were given orders to land at his location and regroup.

His thoughts were interrupted when a Bothan accidental bumped into him, realizing who it was and immediately panicked.

"Insolent bothan, watch your step and get back to your duties. Now."

He demanded, taking a step forward to intimidate the pathetic worker before he scampered away.

 

[Darth Vader]

Jack's ship landed in a nearby ship yard and pulled out binoculars to see that his JK51B droid was right about the small team of rebels, he radioed in, "I've confirmed that there are a team of rebels in the capital, proceed with caution, over." Jack pulled out his revolvers, JK51B pulled out his lightsaber, "Statement: Master, let's kick rebel ar** back to where they came from!"

Jack loaded a fresh clip in each gun rapidly, then sprinted down to see CDR-382, "Sir! What's my objective? I'm with Axe Squadron."

 

[Wit]

As the shuttle touched down a door on the side slid open and a ramp lowered to the ground. A young female Zeltron, no more than 16 or 17 years old stepped out from the shuttle. As soon as she was out the shuttle took off and returned to the fleet above. As she began walking towards seemingly nowhere in particular, she drew the eye of almost everyone in her vicinity. Strikingly beautiful like most of her race, she drew the attention of all the males and even a few females around her. But none of them approached her, something about her told them to stay away. Maybe it was the lightsaber hanging on her hip or maybe just the way she carried herself. But they could all tell that it was best to leave her alone. Lyra Teff could feel how they felt, how they saw her, she did not need to use the Force to sense that. Seeing the conflict between their lust and sense of self-preservation disgusted her.

Walking quickly, with her cloak flailing behind her, she took a meandering path, turning into one alley and then another until she finally reached a secluded alley not far from where she had landed with a small eatery at the end. Stepping in she walked straight to the back and stepped into a small booth. Sitting there, waiting for her was a young female Bothan. The Bothan waited for her to sit down and began, "The initial phase is near completion. The equipment is ready and in place and Team Mynock agents are waiting at all the locations."

"What about the other team? Has it been assembled?" asked Lyra.

"Yes," replied the Bothan. "We located a local from one of the mid-level stations as per your orders and have him waiting for orders. His team, Team Candid, will step in as soon as we give the word."

"And how will we be contacting them?"

The Bothan removed a small communicator from her pocket and handed it over. "This has only two channels, one to get in touch with all the members of Team Mynock, and the other to get in touch with Team Candid. The whole operation can be controlled with this communicator."

"Clearance codes?"

"Alpha-Psi-3-3-Bantha-9"

"Good, well done." said Lyra and taking out a blaster, shot the Bothan in her head. A number of droids stepped out from the shadows and picked up the body, "Dispose of it." she ordered. There could be no trail linking her to this operation. Pocketing the communicator she stepped out into the alley and seeing that there was still some time before the first move began walking towards the spaceport.

 

[Emperor Gary]

Trello was sitting in the soldier barracks, polishing his guns. He was stationed here as a muscle force, just in case some sort of rebellion happened. "Yeah, right..." Trello was thinking as he was walking to pick up some gun parts he left at the ship yard. "No one would ever dare to rebel against the Empire. We killed all the leftover Republic soldiers, and those puny Bothans wouldn't even lift a finger against us. I'm once again stationed in a very boring place."

Suddenly, a message came through the radio Trello had put on his belt. Since he forgot to turn it off after speaking with a Hutt soldier, he could hear the message very clear: "I've confirmed that there are a team of rebels in the capital, proceed with caution, over."

Trello smiled. "So..." He began running back to the barracks to pick up his guns. "I guess this isn't gonna be so boring after all."

 

[Denzein]

Spectre watched several of the new events unfold from his vantage point, eyeing with interest the pretty one with the lightsaber. A Bogan, no doubt. He grinned, she was too young to be well trained in the force, she would have trouble dealing with the highly trained killers that lurked in wait for the signal. There were thirty seven of them, including himself and the senator. Fulsk had gone with them, his affinity for special weapons invaluable in what was inevitably going to turn into a skirmish.

In the surrounding scaffolding Spectre had placed his failsafes. Hidden away in the derelict old structures were a trio of RPG armed soldiers, and four snipers lead by his old friend and protégé, private Ravenor. The boy was a master sniper and Spectre trusted his shots with his life.

He checked his watch again, hearing the convoy approach. Dozens of containers had been loaded off a shuttle and into a trio of cargo-trucks, slow unwieldy things that were built with capacity in mind, not armour or price. They were guarded by a pair of heavy speeders, each armed with a repeating heavy blaster turret bolted to the back. One went ahead of the trucks and one went behind. The convoy's destination was one of the fringe city's, on the edge of the fighting in an area where the Hutts were yet to take control. The supplies were desperately needed by the Huttese troops down there, and Spectre hoped to do his bit by denying them their precious supplies.

He sent a short blurt of static down his comms to "Thunderbird thud". The beginning was near, just a few more seconds for the convoy to get in line with their hiding places... It would pass within tens of metres from where he was, and he wanted it to be as close as possible when the thud came.

 

[Phil]

CDR heard someone call him as he turned around to look down at the "troop" who had addressed him. He tilted his head to the left slightly, then down some.

"Axe Squadron. Really... What's your name, Private, and where is the source of these rebellions you spoke of?"

He spoke with authority, not seeing this guy before and after dealing with the troublesome Ozan, he was short on patience for small timers under his command.

 

[Mr. Crunchy]

Karla adjusted her weapons, clicking the huge rifle into place. She had had barely a few days training with it, but felt she was already very proficient. Maybe her calling in life wasn't to be a Senator, but an elite commando. But this was no time for contemplation, this was time to survive.

That was all that was on the disgraced ex-Senator's mind, the primal urge to survive and get off of this blasted planet, return to Coruscant and have a good cup of Alderaanian tea!

 

[Finbar800]

Redgar was in Bothawui to deliver some spices to a spice dealing Rodian. Redgar stopped in a bar to ask directions. He was confronted by a man who asked him, "You look like a criminal. How about joining a rebellion squad? I'm sure you would get paid." Redgar replied, "Rebellion? Hmmm. It has been a little dull for me. Sure. I will join your squad."

He now found himself with a sniper rifle. He was with 3 other snipers one of which was an expert named Ravenor. With him by his side, Redgar felt safe. Redgar had been on sniper missions before. He once assassinated a business man with a sniper rifle. It wasn't Redgar's first time he had been in a large battle.

Redgar awaited for the signal. He waited and waited...

 

[Denzein]

"Thunderbird Thud ejecting..."

That was it, the signal from the Bothan cargo freighter that the lone pilot was ejecting to safety. From there he would grav-chute to a rendezvous point with a pair of resistance soldiers and go into hiding in the slums of the Capital. Spectre briefly thought of his eventual fate, hoping the man would evade capture. He didn't know enough about the resistance to compromise it if capture, but he could give away a few names who did.

He put the pilot from his mind, turning his attentions to the freighter itself, which was now hurtling towards their position, dirty black smoke pouring from its rear section, giving it the appearance of having been shot down, or having suffered from a critical engineering failure. The real reason for the smoke were the smoke launchers set into the back of the customised ship.

They weren't even the best bit of the surprise though. The reason they had chosen a cargo freighter was because of the large capacity, and they had made the best possible use of that. They had spent the last day or so scavenging what they could from the week-or-so old battlefields that scarred Bothawui's landscape. They had gone in search of ordnance in any form, shells, grenades, land mines anything and everything they could find had been loaded into "Thunder Thud" and set to a delicate fuse that would detonate the lot on collision with the floor.

The ship hit the ground, digging in by a metre or two before the ordnance charges exploded. It had hit just on the opposite side of the yard to where Spectre hid, he ducked as it smashed into the ground. The explosion itself was cataclysmic, vaporising several Hutt troopers from the sheer energy of the blast. Shrapnel spun out from the bast, scything into troopers many metres away from the blast. A handful of resistance troopers were cut down by the razor sharp metal too, but their looses were minimised by the cover they were behind. The Hutt forces didn't have that luxury.

As soon as the shrapnel had stopped flying Spectre vaulted his crate, leaping into the thick smoke, using thermal goggles to cut through the smoke that would be obscuring the views of the Hutt troopers. Every Resistance trooper had been issued with a pair, knowing that the blast would send up plumes of smoke.

He fired through the smoke, downing a pair of startled Hutt soldiers with his custom slug rifle. He was alert, waiting for the Bogan acolyte he had spotted to make the move he suspected she would...

The comms opened up with individual chatter, the men on the ground beginning their attacks in sync with Spectre. The RPGs and snipers remained quiet for now, waiting to be called in.

Spectre rolled past another trooper and shot him as an afterthought through the back of the head. He was making his way towards the convoy, which had stopped, consumed by the smoke. The speeders were yet to find targets, thanks to the smoke. He grinned.

"For the Republic!"

 

[Finbar800]

The explosion was massive. Smoke and debris shot up towards the snipers. They weren't going to fire until the smoke settled down and they could get a clear shot at the survivors.

The battle raged below. The dazed and confused convoy was being massacred in the fight. Redgar waited to shoot. He really wanted to. It had been a long time since his last battle.

 

[Wit]

As Lyra approached the spaceport an explosion made her instinctively drop into a defensive crouch. After a few seconds she got up ran towards the spaceport. From far she could see the dust floating in the air and the blaster bolts flying around and realized that the rebels had already taken action. Smiling she took out the communicator, This works well for us she thought. Contacting Team Mynock and Team Candid she gave them the order to execute the first phase of the mission and then asked Team Candid to send a automated holo-cam to the spaceport before proceeding with the second phase. "The Rebels have been kind enough to help us out. It would be rude to turn down such an oppurtunity."

After pocketing the communicator she began moving again towards the spaceport and reached out with the Force. As she stepped into the spaceport she hid behind a crate and began observing the carnage. Through the Force and by her own Zeltron abilities she could sense two different feelings. Most of the beings were emanating a sense of confusion and fear, these were most probably the Hutt soldiers, taken by surprise and unable to see due to the dust. But there was another group, much more organized, confident and though scared, determined. These must be the rebels, she thought. Obviously, they must be prepared for this. Special optics most probably. Concentrating on these she sensed them on multiple locations. One group was close to her, at a certain elevation. Snipers! Deciding that they needed to be dealt with first she began moving towards the direction in which she sensed them. Entering a side alley she ran towards a building where she sensed the beings who were hopefully the rebels. She entered the building next to that one and climbing up to its roof began reaching out with the Force, not only trying to locate the rebels, but also to try and sense any traps they might have pit up.

 

[Count Sam]

What the hell were they trying to do? that question kept on repeating itself in Hiachi's mind as he held his RPG between both his hands. After all, it was always a good idea to provide giants such as Hiachi with heavy weapons that would be hard for normal troopers to carry, but still that did not change the fact that what they were trying to do was sucidal no matter how skilled they were. However even though Hiachi did knew well that they did not have a chance he still stood next to his comrades without shaking or running away.

After all, he was a brave and an honorable warrior just like the rest of his big family. So, simply running away was not on his book no matter how the circumstance was. It also annoyed him that he had to wait next Redgar and Revnor up and away from the ground battle till his chance to fight came. Gladly, Hiachi still had his other weapons that he fought with back then before the Republic retreated with him so simply even if the plan failed he was going to take out his weapons, and well die for the sake of his ideals and the Republic.

But for now he only had to wait, and see what was going to happen tonight on Bothawui.

 

[Emperor Gary]

Trello had picked up his guns and was running to the shipyard, when he heard the explosion and saw the smoke from afar. "Shit, those rebels mean business. Good thing I picked up my sniper." He grinned and continued running.

In about 10 minutes, he was near the shipyard. The soldier hid behind a pile of trash, blending in so no one would notice him. He took out his sniper, set everything up and began to look for enemies through the long-range scope. "There they are..." Trello saw the group of rebels shooting any Hutt soldier they would see. They were easy to indentify. He immediately began shooting at the rebels, though the smoke obscured his vision.

 

[jpchewy01]

The signal was sounded and the resistance troopers began to move. Jaren Cabilla was amongst them. He shot a dazed Hutt trooper and pressed on toward the convoy.

((OOC: Sorry for the short post and coming in late. I'm on vacation with family in Mississippi.))

 

[Denzein]

The heavy speeders finally spoke, their chattering heavy blasters scything through the thirty something resistance troopers like a sickle through wheat. One lost a leg, he started to scream before a Hutt soldier shot him through the eye. Another's head disappeared, as quick and as clean as a conjourer's trick. The man running forward next to Spectre was hit square in the chest twice, the sheer concussive force of the shots tearing his frame to bloody chunks of gristle and bone.

Spectre grit his teeth, got his head down and kept going. He knew they had to take this convoy, they coudn't lose momentum or every last one of them was through. It was always going to be a messy affair for the resistance... They had known that from the moment they had decided upon the raid, Spectre just hoped that the men would fight rather than flee.

He patched himself through to Ravenor, still running for the convoy. Those speeders needed killing, perhaps it was time to reveal his ace?

"Ravenor, get those RPG's on the speeder furthest from my position, now!"

"On it. Charlie team, fire!"

A trio of rockets lanced through the smoke, aimed accurately thanks to the firer's infrared goggles. The first missed, throwing up a cloud of shrapnel to the rear of the vehicle, showering Hutt troops taking cover there. The second glanced off the armoured hull, spinning off wildly into the air before detonating in a violent airburst. The third hit home, driving into the engine casing and detonating in an explosive show of what rockets do when they touch off fuel tanks.

The explosions blinded the resistance troopers who had looked their way, overloading their infrared goggles momentarily. The faster of the Hutt forces took advantage of this, cutting down as many of the blinded as they could. Spectre was not one of the blind. He, among others including Fulsk, had known exactly what explosions did to infrared goggles, and had clawed them of before the rockets hit home. Vision through the smoke was bad, but better than a white out. He could make out heavy blaster fire ahead, cutting into a trio of pinned resistance fighters with sadistic fury. From the angle of gunfire, Spectre was able to work out that the operator would be side on to him... Perfect for a little flank attack. He grinned, motioning the others around him forward to advance. They caught on when they worked outwhat he had.

He stalked through the now dissipating smoke like a ghost, no, a Spectre on the wind. His rifle was raised, hunting for the operator of the second and last heavy speeder's turret. He caught a glint of steel at head height, a helmet? He squeezed off a trio of well placed rounds, advancing faster. He wanted to commandeer the second speeder if he could.

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Private Ravenor had hid his sniper's scope from the heat of the exploding speeder, along with the rest of his sniper cadre. They were all veterans, experts at the art of long range firefighting. He watched the flow of the skirmish, smiling as he realised it was going their way. The RPG teams needed to relocate, incase the enemy had triangulated their position and were drawing firing solutions. He trusted Private Winters to do that.

He took his eyes away from the battle, surveying the surrounding rooftops as a hunter watches his territories. He was checking for any Hutt snipers, competition in his field. They had chosen to hide in scaffolding for that exact threat, otherwise Spectre's ace in the hole might have been wiped out before it had been given its chance to shine. Ravenor knew what he was doing, and sure enough there, on a roof where some innocent Bothan children had been caught in the fighting and were cowering from the violence, he saw her. The dark robed beauty... A dark jedi, she must be. He raised his rifle, grim determination hardening his jaw. She needed killing, before she slaughtered the children she was stalking, probably having mistaken them for him and his comrades.

He lined up a perfect shot, the three other snipers following his lead in other scaffolds around the edges of the yard in which the main fighting was taking place. He muttered three words to his team:

"Snipers, rooftop. kill."

The snipers fired, each bullet coming in at a different angle to the Bogan Acolyte. With luck the Darkling would't be strong enough to evade every shot... Otherwise Ravenor and his boys were in for one hell of a fight.

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"Burn! Fraggers! Burn!"

Private Vig 'O' Fulsk was not a happy bunny he was a delighted one. The one thing he loved more than fire was fire on a Hutt, and here he was getting to make plenty of his favourite thing. His flamethrower sputtered, coughing out another belch of sticky, flaming chemical onto a pair of unfortunate soldiers. The pair dropped everything, running a disturbing distance before the all-consuming flames devoured their will to live...

Spectre was nearby, he was sure of it because he could hear the sounds of well motivated professionalism seeping into the resistance troopers around him. That was what he'd tell anyone who asked, but the real reason was that he could just feel the presence of another killer oozing from somewhere to his right. The biggest maniac besides him in this outfit was Spec, so it had to be him. This made Fulsk happier.

He had always been quietly pleased that the four survivors of the 472nd had been who they were... it just seemed to make sense in his mind. The four hardest fraggers in the Republic, so damned tough that not even the mighty Hutts could bring them low with their backs to the wall. He squirted off another blast of flame, incinerating an unlucky Hutt trooper with an unrestrained giggle of glee. He knew his job was to gut the convoy vehicles' cockpits if the worst came to the worst, so he wasn't technically disobeying Spec by having some fun before he was called in, was he?

 

[jpchewy01]

As other soldiers ran for the convoy, Jaren Cabilla stopped and took cover. Speeders screamed overhead and the Hutt forces began to organize. Shots whizzed wildly through the air. Soldiers fell left and right. The immense violence and bloodshed around him was only amplified by the concussive shots from the RPGs. After a few breaths, Jaren peaked above the makeshift barricade of barrels and strewn rock and began to fire. One down, two down. As the bodies began to fall and the tide turning again, he saw the Bogan.

He slung his rifle around and began to fire on full-auto. He knew that he was no longer safe. He ran towards the other men while still firing. The objective remained the convoy, no matter how good a score the Acolyte would be.

 

[AmbuFett]

Breento's patrol vehicle shuddered to a halt. He called to the pilot "What is going on?" The Nikto replied " I have picked up several enemy targets coming towards us Corporal!" Breento quickly loaded his blaster turret. The first enemy to appear was a Bothan armed with slugthrower about 60 metres away on a hill. The bothan fired twice, both times the projectiles bounced off the speeder. Breento fired the turret rapidly knocking the Bothan off the hill and leaving a nice burn mark where he used to stand. The other enemies came, he killed them as quickly and they move on.