The streets of Cormond were bustling
with civilian activity as the restaurants began to let out and
businesses had begun to close. At the corner of one particularly busy
infrastructure a checkpoint featuring several Imperial Stormtroopers had
gathered, who were slowly scanning each speeder that passed through the
intersection. Tensions were growing high as tired Brentaalans were eager
to get home, having become quite frustrated by the recent increase in
Imperial security measures. The Stormtroopers were newly arrived to
Brentaal, replacing the Battalion that had been previously slaughtered
by Tong's Commandos and were not combat tested. Their scanners were old
and in badly need of upgrade and as a series of speeders began blaring
their horns they began letting the speeders move through with lackluster
<Click>"You want to get something to eat
when we go off duty?"<Click> Trooper Trenton Iacon said to the trooper
standing next to him as he hurriedly waved a speeder along. <Click>"Move
along, move along,"<Click> he repeated as tired eyes barely registered
the scanner's readout. A model of Imperial efficiency he was not.
As the streets were beginning to get
crowded, the Rebel, Zek Correson, was awaiting orders from his commander
as he drove his speeder down through Cormond. Evidently, he had expected
the newly stationed Stormtroppers whom he spotted a mile away. Heading
down the streets, he came closer near the men, while glancing over to
his partner. "We got a little trouble. Sure that thing will prevent us
from hiding the weapons back there?" Nodding behind them.
Korr Machton was quite distracted. A
catchy song from the earlier cantina visit refused to leave his ear, and
the young man continually bobbed his head to its rhythm as the speeder
drove along. It took several moments for Korr to register that his
partner was speaking to him. Turning towards Zek, Korr shook his head
slightly. "Oh, we'll probably be fine. Can't imagine they're all that
perceptive, and isn't it right about time for their shift change?" Korr
glanced at the chronometer on his wrist, noting the hour before resuming
his rhythmic nodding to the unheard musical beat.
Sergeant Goodwin readjusted the pauldron
as it dug into the neck seal of the helmet, the MFTAS scanned the
populace as he started his approach on the two Troopers, an E-11 with
it' stock extended hung in his grip, as it shifted with every step. The
sun reflected against the plastoid armor that encased his body, he came
to a stop of the two troopers, his helmet's speaker gives off a short
squelch as he started, and then ended t talk, <Click>"I just received a
communication, the next few trucks are to be hand searched, and
<Click>"But Sergeant ... that will take forever,"<Click> the inexperienced
Trooper Iacon complained as he looked over the seemingly endless row of
speeders moving through the intersection. Sighing beneath his helmet he
cursed in a way that could not be heard through the helmet as he
proceeded to search the first speeder. He found nothing, but truthfully
he was not performing the most effective of searches. The Trooper on his
right side held his T-21 repeating blaster, standing in reserve should
he be needed.
Glancing at Korr, Zek was a little
nervous about the troopers finding the illegal firearms they possessed.
Not to mention their allegiance with the Rebel Alliance. Heading down
along the line, he glanced at one of the troopers. "Afternoon." He said
calm and polite.
Korr had fought his way through several
skirmishes in the past, though he was not particularly worried about a
confrontation at the Imperial checkpoint. As their speeder pulled up
Korr flashed a semi-sincere smile at one of the troopers. It was a
preemptive apology, perhaps, in case the Rebel guerrilla ended up
shooting the trooper later.
Goodwin shook his head disgustingly at
the Trooper that asked that question. <Click>"Random inspections, and
secondly I just gave an order. If you want to go back to your shifts
aboard the Star Destroyer, guarding the Captain, instead of doing your
duties. I can arrange that, Trooper."<Click> He said, as he pointed his
left forefinger directly at him.
Trooper Iacon nodded to Zek, not
suspecting anything out of the ordinary as it appeared to be just
another speeder. He grumbled about his Sergeant beneath his helmet as he
moved to the back of the speeder to begin his ordered manually
inspection. He attempted to open the rear compartment of the speeder,
but found that it was locked like many of the speeders he had inspected
that evening. <Click>"Open the trunk, citizen,"<Click> he ordered as he
slapped his armored covered hand on the back of the speeder once.
Looking back at the Trooper, Zek grew
nervous and wondered how things were going to work out. Underneath the
blazing sun, sweat ran down his face covering up his nervousness. Yet,
the Rebel soldier remains cool and calm. "Sure." He said, then pulled
the lever opening the trunk. Once popped open, inside the Trooper would
see various pieces of broken parts from a freighter. Hopefully the parts
covered up the A280 repeater blasters. He glanced back at Korr.
The young Rebel continued his rhythmic
bobbing, casually glancing at the troopers around the vehicle. His right
foot came to rest on the speeder's door release valve, and the Trooper
began judging the distance between himself and the nearest Imperial. He
expected the parts to conceal the blasters, which had been deactivated
and separated from their power packs, but even the best laid plans were
prone to going awry.
Goodwin, rolled his eyes behind the the
polarized lenses, he stepped away from the Trooper with the T-21 rifle,
he starts his approach to the driver's side of the speeder, and came to
a stop three feet from the trooper, observing him.
Trooper Iacon grumbled at the Sergeant
beneath his helmet and began carelessly shifting around what appeared to
be broken speeder parts in the back of the speeder. Thinking there might
be a second layer beneath the parts, he attempted to lift it up when
suddenly he hard a *click*. A moment later an explosion of shrapnel
erupted from the trunk of the speeder obliterating the Trooper before
the hapless Trooper could realize what had happened. As a security
procedure a triggered explosive had been rigged to keep their weapons
from being discovered.
Goodwin was knocked backwards, the
E-11's strap was the only thing that prevented from the weapon
skittering across the ground. The helmet's speakers adjusted
instantaneously preventing him from being completely disoriented, he got
to his feet, brandishing the E-11.
Peering back, Zek had studied the
Trooper whom checked the trunk temporarily until a sudden explosion
kicked back the Trooper. In an instinctive motive, Zek punched the
speeder and driven towards the Trooper carrying a T-21.
Korr's rhythmic nodding was violently
interrupted by the explosion of the trunk. His head slammed forward into
the dashboard before Korr reeled back in his seat. "Go, go!" The
guerrilla shouted as his right food pressed the speeder's door latch.
The vehicle door swung open as the speeder accelerated, creating a wider
profile that would ideally impact the T-21-carrying Imperial.
As the smoldering remains of Trooper
Iacon lay behind the speeder, the remaining Trooper with the T-21 began
firignly wildly at he oncoming seeder. However, the speeder made short
of him, throwing him back helplessly against the duracrete before the
speeder crushed him beneath its considering weight.
Goodwin's MFTAS highlighted numerous
points on the speeder as it crushed, the trooper that was there only
seconds ago. He took aim with the E-11 rifle, and fired off two shots at
the respulsors of the transport, he was in shock everything had happened
so fast. Yet the training had kicked in, and he was on his feet.
<Click>"Stop, freeze!"<Click> He yelled as the speaker amplified his
As the speeder's front end struck the
Imperial soldier, Zek had thrusts the repulsor engines and sped quick as
possible. Meanwhile, he listened to the other Stormtrooper try stopping
them, only as Correson's speeder would be hit by one of the two shots of
the Troopers shots. Zek almost lost control but shortly recovered as he
retrieved a C-22 grenade and tossed it to Korr. "Give'em hell!" He
shouted, while he continued racing through the streets of Cormond.
Korr felt the speeder shake slightly as
it was impacted by the blaster bolt ... the Rebel hoped it would hold
together, as he was not quite in the mood for a foot race against the
Empire. The guerrilla caught the grenade and activated it, sitting
upright in his seat and twisting as he tossed the explosive behind them.
He had been briefed to avoid collateral damage when he first arrived in
Cormond, but given the example his fellow freedom fighters had already
set regarding discretion, he was not too concerned about being
reprimanded for destruction.
Goodwin had just enough time to throw
his entire body backwards, and as the grenade exploded, he had taken up
enough cover, and the fact that his armor was still intact, he survived
the blast, though this time he was disorient, and searched for the
missing E-11, he scooped it up by the weapon strap. He called in the
description of the speeder, requesting immediate assistance, and that
two troopers were down.
The explosion would most likely buy some
time for Zek and Korr to make their escape. Speeding down the streets of
Cormond, he made sharp turns and twists through traffic, aiming to
hideout somewhere within the vicinity of Cormond. Seeing various
vehicles in sight, Zek made expertly maneuvers dodging any incoming
traffic. Remembering about one of the Rebel hideouts, he headed towards
a nearby destination. "Better hide this piece of a junk, otherwise
they'll find us. There's a nearby Rebel hideout. Let's head there."
"Can't argue with that." Despite their
speedy getaway, Korr felt vulnerable with their lack of firearms. He
continued to glance about as the speeder twisted through the city
streets, as the Imperial presence could certainly appear when they least
Checking his navigation system, he
entered the coordinates while making his venture through Cormond.
Keeping track of his destination, he noticed the lack of reinforcements
or back-up the Imperial soldier would had called. The Rebel Commando
headed towards an alleyway fifteen-meters from the Rebels hideout.
Powering down the aerial vehicle, Zek had popped open where those two
A280 rifles and their power packs. "Set a charge on that speeder. We
can't let them know where we are." Providing yet another C-22
fragmentation device, he tossed the explosive at Korr before heading
towards the hideout. Making his way near the front entrance, his hand
checked for a hidden panel. Applying his hand, a fingerprint
identification scan was registered. Taken a few seconds until he gained
access within the small hideout. He waited for Korr near the front
Korr debarked the speeder with his
partner, catching the second grenade in his hands. He glanced at the
nearby entrance to the safe house ... fifteen meters seemed slightly too
close for comfort. Running over to the driver's side, Korr entered
several automatic nav points for the speeder to follow in the back
alleys of Cormond. Satisfied with the route, Korr set the grenade for a
two minute timer and placed it in the driver's seat. Slamming the button
for the automatic pilot, Korr backed away as the speeder took off. He
joined Zek at the safe house entrance, proceeding inside and eagerly
awaiting to hear the distant explosion of their former craft.