The evening was loud with the sounds of
the Cormond traffic, a constantly moving mass that surged about all
hours of the night. Speeders passed in front of an inconspicuous house
in a residential area. The home was two stories high and windows covered
its front face. A number of men sat inside the building, and a glum mood
hung over the interior. These were the Black Sun survivors of
yesterday's raid on the police training center. The attack had gone well
until the Imperial reinforcements arrived, when half of their number had
been cut down. All had rifles in hand or nearby, with various grenades
and rockets scattered in different rooms. They were paranoid of
retribution, and they had good reason to be.
Jonas finished cleaning the last of the
foul mess of the sewers from the armor, and sealed the helmet in place
on the modified Krail 210 suit. He refused to let the Black Sun agents,
to see his face, it would hold up with the fact that he was posing as a
Bounty Hunter, he loaded the last capsule into the FWG-5 before securing
it in place on his right hip holster. He also went about inventorying
his gear, and laying a surprise or two about the grounds, he did not
trust the Black Sun agents when it came to setting traps. Though he
doubted that there would be any trouble, considering he had cut out most
of the evidence. He opened the door into the main room where most of
them had been left to chat among themselves.
Four blocks away in a high rise
apartment Major Kerrie Kiley stood on a nondescript balcony, an Imperial
issued infrared scanner in her hand. She pressed it firmly against the
visor of her Storm Commando helmet as she scanned the building that
Major Zevrin had identified as a Rebel safe house. It seemed too easy,
something was clearly not right. However, she had her orders and she
would not dare disobey them. She could make out the images of at least
three heat signatures in the building, but she suspected there would be
more. <Click>"There is your target. I want prisoners. Not
corpses."<Click>, the diminutive Commando ordered through the intercom
of her black helmet. She looked almost comical next to the tall, burly
commandos that comprised the rest of the unit.
In unison eight Storm Commandos nodded
to their Commander and proceeded down the turbolift of the building
towards the street level. They would begin the slow march in the
darkness, their black armor blending in perfectly with the night. After
the first block they split into two groups, four veering off to the
right, and four veering off to the left. They began taking parallel
courses towards the safe house and were now two bocks away. Each man was
heavily armed and boasted the powerful E-11 blaster rifle, and one man
each section held an Oppressor flame thrower. An assortment of grenades
ranging from fragmentation to cryoban were arrayed on their belt. This
lethal unit was handpicked from the Imperial Stormtrooper Corps to fill
this unit, and they were well trained for their first hunt against the
Three of the men in the living room sat
around a small table, silently playing cards. None seemed to
particularly enjoy the game, as it was simply a distraction against
thoughts of fear. The fourth man stood by the window, casually glancing
about into the darkness. His eyes darted from streetlight to
streetlight, though given the time of night, most everything else was
obscured from view. The final Black Sun member was nowhere to be seen,
perhaps wandering elsewhere within the house.
Jonas glanced at the men in the living
room, as he made his way up the stairs, he did not even acknowledge
their presence, as far as he was concerned, his portion of the original
mission had been completed, the comm unit though had remained silent, it
nagged him as he took each step up the second level.
Major Kiley moved into the apartment
quickly, throwing a casual glance to the tied up Bothan in the corner.
<Click>"You will have your apartment back in no time, citizen. I
apologize for the inconvenience."<Click>, she muttered at the creature
reading the correct political spiel. She opened up a weapons case and
pulled out a rather large rifle known as an E-11s, a variant used as a
sniper rifle. It was not her weapon of choice, but she made her way back
to the balcony and quickly dropped down onto her left knee. She gripped
the rifle firmly with both hands, leaning her elbow against her knee to
create the ideal firing perch as she looked through the scope. She could
make out the individual standing in the window, but not clearly, so her
left hand adjusted the scope to magnification ten. A perverse smile came
upon her lips and her tongue slithered from her mouth to lick her lips.
A split second later her gloved finger pulled back on the trigger and
unleashed a crimson bolt of death soaring through the night sky at the
man's torso. She was aiming for his guts, as she wanted him alive.
Commando Team One made their way to the
building, but were still more than a block away. They saw the kill bolt
soar overhead and realized their time to attack was now. The second
Commando produced his Prax Arms Model AXM-50 "Blast and Smash" and
loaded a stun grenade into the launcher. <Click>"Round out!"<Click> he
warned his comrades as he pulled back a trigger and sent a stun grenade
heading towards the window closest to where the three Black Sun members
were playing their card game.
The blaster bolt smashed through the
window, striking the mercenary in the chest. With a loud yell he fell
backwards, his own blaster pistol clattering to the ground. The men
playing cards looked up immediately and one among them immediately
darted from his seat, running towards the adjacent kitchen. The other
two grabbed their DH-17 carbines and turned towards their fallen comrade
when the stun grenade exploded. Both staggered backwards, falling over
the various items of furniture that dotted the living room.
Jonas heard the blaster bolt, and then
heard even more glass shattering through the amplified speakers, from
the helmet. A frown crossed over his face, as he brought up a screen
within the helmet, showing him various positions within the house. He
took some solace in the fact that the sensors had not triggered yet so
that meant they were incoming. The Black Sun
Agents, were now expendable he thought, as he pulled off two grenades
from his belt, he punched a small hole into the wall, and ran a razor
thin wire out to the staircase, as he finished it up, he pulled the pin
on the smoke grenade, and idly tossed it down, creating a billowing
smoke that would travel down through the building. It would hamper
anyone not wearing enclosed armor. He kept moving, avoiding the windows
by ducking, and made it into a room.
Commando Team Two consisting of four
commandos had made their way to the rear of the building and took up
firing positions on all of the windows. They were to be held in reserve
as Commando Team One proceeded for the classic frontal assault. The
fourth commando reached down his belt and pulled a fragmentation grenade
out. Setting it for the maximum effect, he rolled it forward towards the
door and then ran to take cover. The four commandos would crouch and
turn their backs to the door as they awaited the grenade's impending
The sensors went off, a team was at the
back door, Jonas braced himself against the wall as he waited for the
The front door was neatly blasted off
its hinges and sent sailing back through the main hallway, landing with
a rattling crash. No immediate response was heard from within the front
of the house aside from mild grunts and groans. The three men within the
living room rolled about slightly, with one instinctively clutching his
blaster wound, though none would offer any further resistance to the
The four Commandos were splattered with
debris, which bounced harmlessly off their armor as they turned around
and surged forward into the smoldering doorway. Once inside they began
quickly scanning the interior for the remaining Rebel insurgents. The
lead Commando adjusted the volume of his comlink and barked a commanding
order. <Click>"You are under arrest in the name of the Galactic Empire.
Throw down your weapons and give yourself up!"<Click>, he ordered as the
fourth commando trained his E-11 blaster rifle towards the kitchen
doorway. The second and third Commando quickly made their way to the
nearby living room where they found the three fallen Rebels and
immediately moved to move their weapons to one side of the room and then
dropped next to them begin placing stun cuffs on them.
Jonas started to count down, as he
unhooked a glop grenade from his belt, and waited for the speakers to
register the incoming explosion of the first planted glop grenade, by
this time the smoke grenade would have covered the entire staircase with
Two loud pops were heard from the
kitchen doorway, and a pair of cylinders sailed into the living room.
The bottom of both cylinders ignited and propelled the objects upwards,
quickly hitting the ceiling. They were hoverflares, designed for
illumination on the battlefield, not firing within buildings. Their
incendiary charges fired and set the ceiling ablaze, and the
flames quickly began spreading to the walls as well. Between the growing
smoke and emerging fire, the bottom floor of the house was becoming a
rather unpleasant environment.
The lead commando of team one groaned
angrily as he watched the fire begin to spread around them.
<Click>"Clear the prisoners!"<Click>,he ordered to the other commandos
as his attention turned to the kitchen. His hand went down to his
utility belt and he grabbed hold of another stun grenade. He set the
timer to explode on contact and he quickly threw it into the kitchen in
hopes of getting lucky. Commandos two and three began dragging the three
stunned Rebels from the living room out onto the street, struggling
against the oncoming flames. Once they were clear one Commando stood
over them with his E-11, while the other moved inside to join the two
moving on the kitchen.
The stun grenade exploded within the
kitchen, though the room had already been vacated. The Black Sun
mercenary held a wet towel to his face, squinting his eyes as he dashed
through the first floor of the house. He skidded into the first floor
bathroom and slammed the door behind him, searching the cabinets for the
pre stored weaponry. From a darkened upperfloor window, a sudden burst
of blaster fire streaked from the house towards the commandos and
prisoners in the street. The fifth Black Sun gunmen held the trigger of
a T-21 light repeating blaster for several moments, discharging its
lethal fury before ducking back into the black recesses of the upper
Major Kiley had been in her crouched
position, watching each of the windows with her E-11s. She relished the
opportunity to get in the game and when the man with the T-21 presented
himself as a target she quickly zeroed in on the unsuspecting prey. They
had their prisoners, and now she wanted blood. She had been relegated to
the task of a bodyguard too long and it was against her natural
instincts of years of service as an assassin. Without even breathing she
depressed the trigger of the sniper rifle and a red bolt of energy left
the barrel, making its way directly for the gunman's left eye socket.
She did not look away, her eyes fixated through the scope as she wanted
to savor the moment.
On the street, the Storm Commando took a
hit to his left shoulder from the T-21 and dropped roughly to the
ground, cursing under his helmet and the material melted to his flesh.
On the bottom level of the house the fire had become too consuming and
the three Commandos gave up on their attempt to go deeper into the house
and withdrew to the street where the prisoners were being kept. The lead
commando pressed a button on his comlink and the message was sent to a
A TIE/gt starfighter configured for
atmospheric duty roared to life as it soared through the Cormond sky.
The pilot activated his proton torpedo launcher as he prepared to
unleash his payload on the pre-designated target. It would take another
few moments for the craft to get in range.
Jonas pulled the pin on the glop
grenade, and cooked it before casually tossing it out the second story
window, where it would fall to the ground within a meter from the back
door. He had caught the sight of movement, from one of the monitors.
The glop grenade exploded near Commando
Team Two that had been waiting at the back door. They were caught
unprepared and two of them were immediately ensnared in the restrictive
substance. Unable to move they began firing wildly at each window of the
building with their E-11 blaster rifles as they lay down suppressing
fire. The commando who was equipped with the Oppressor flamethrower
pulled down on the trigger, clenching firmly, as a wide swath of flame
was expelled from the nozzle and sent straight towards the back door of
the safe house.
The top story gunman had already been
pulling back from the window when the blaster bolt hit. It would save
him from death, but not harm, as the energy bolt struck and seared his
left ear. He fell to the ground with a muffled swear, clumsily grasping
around for the remainder of his weaponry. His hand felt the round shape
of fragmentation grenade; he armed the weapon and tossed it out of the
window, out of sight from the street below. On the bottom floor, the
bathroom mercenary glanced anxiously between the door and window,
debating his options. Electing to escape, he propped opened the bathroom
window and hoisted himself out, falling onto the garden bed below.
Jonas struck the sheer-silence bubble
generator on his belt, as he removed a smoke grenade form his belt, and
pulled the pin, letting it go freely, and start billowing smoke out, as
he jumped out the window, sending out shards of glass everywhere, he
activated the repulsor jet pack, which allowed him to soar past the
The fragmentation grenade exploded near
the Commandos in front of the house, who immediately were torn into by
the shrapnel from the explosion. They wondered where the TIE/gt was as
they struggled to move their battered prisoners further away from the
house. Suddenly the sound of the twin ion engine roared over head and
two proton torpedoes were launched directly at the rooftop of the
decidedly unsafe safe house.
When the explosion hit the roof, and
collapsed the room he was hiding in, Jonas was already out of the
building, and in the air. He did not travel that high up, he used it as
a skip, and a jump into another yard. He made sure to keep the building
between him, and whatever was facing the opposite end. He touched down
onto the ground, and shut down the jet pack.
The upstairs mercenary heard the
familiar scream of the incoming TIE, though there was nothing he could
do to avoid its wrath. The proton torpedoes struck the rooftop of the
house, smashing through the interior before striking a ferrocrete wall
and detonating. The explosion ripped through the house, as well as the
houses adjacent to and behind the target. Flames extended outwards in
all directions, windows were shattered across the block. The bathroom
mercenary, now running in the street, was picked up and slammed into a
nearby wall by the concussive force of the blast. Nothing was left of
the safe house, and its neighbors were in rather poor shape.
The MFTAS would highlight any targets
within the surrounding area. Jonas closed down the program in the lower
right hand corner. He would not need the cameras anymore since there was
no longer a house. He started to move through the yard into the next
one, making sure to keep cover via the nearest thing from TIE, which
filled his helmet with noise.
The two Commandos who had been trapped
in the glop were obliterated by the force of the explosion as the house
collapsed around them. It was an unfortunate loss for the Empire, but
their mission had been accomplished and the causalities were within
acceptable means. The Lambda-class shuttle Sonthi slowly
approached and touched down in a courtyard two blocks away. By now the
two commando groups had joined together and the three that were still
standing upright began assisting their wounded companions and the three
prisoners towards the shuttle.
Major Kiley did a sarcastic wave to the
bound Bothan as she exited the apartment without untying the poor
creature, and quickly made her way down the turbolift towards the street
level. "It is done," she transmitted over the comlink to the command
ship as she hurried down the street towards the shuttle. When she
arrived she shook her head in disgust as she took a head count, noting
that she had lost two men. It was never an easy thing for a commander to
lose troops on a mission, but she had three suspected Rebels prisoner.
She assisted in getting the last man aboard as the shuttle Sonthi
began its pre-flight procedures. In a moment it would blast off from the
surface and return to the fleet victorious.
Jonas shook his head in disgust, there
had been no forewarning of the raid, which meant Jonas was now either
considered expendable, and that he was to be terminated, or there had
been a lack of communication between the offices. This did not sit well
with him, he chewed at his lower lip, as he used the sensors within the
helmet to avoid detection on the ground, and would eventually go back
out using the sewer system for a second time to make his escape.
A moderate crowd was now gathering in
the street in front of the house, though certainly far enough away from
the Imperial Commandos and the Lambda shuttle to avoid notice.
Concerned whispers and frightened murmurs were heard among the group,
pointing to this and that, shaking their heads and squinting their eyes.
Colonel Verus Theus stood among the crowd, clad in an unassuming black
long coat fitting for the weather this time of year. Limit collateral
damage, the Admiral had told him. This strike was on the Commandos, not
the 317th, his forces had shown discretion. The publicity victory would
ideally overshadow any civilian loss of life, as the Empire had finally
made progress against the 'Rebel' cell that had attacked the Imperial
Garrison and RSSF training facility. It was a start, he reflected as he
gazed upon the burning block, though they certainly had a long way to