On the rail between Salibury and
Cambrielle an armored mag lev train carrying numerous Imperial weapons
and other supplies was moving at its top velocity. It was ordered to
make no stops along the route and at each checkpoint an Imperial patrol
was waiting in position. There was one car on the train where two fire
teams of Imperial Stormtroopers were set up with E-web blasters designed
to protect the train from any ground assaults. There was one glaring
weakness, however, little or no protection had been afforded to aerial
protection. Surely no one would be foolish enough to attack from the
sky. <Click>"Now passing kilometer marker twelve,"<Click> the
Stormtrooper on the back of the E-web said over the comm as he checked
in, at a regular interval.
"Sprocket, shut up!" Jane Minersha
shouted at the finicky astromech in the engine room. "You are not going
to 'fix' the engines mid mission, I don't care 'how much' you beg!" She
huffed and chuckled as she approached the train from the upper
atmosphere, coming down at a steep diagonal course. She kept the YT-2000
more or less level as she descended quite rapidly to avoid detection and
give the people she was inserting an advantage. "Alright. Drop in about
a minute. Get ready. Make sure you have your guns. Rocks and slingshots
are 'not' assault weapons!" She giggled over the ship's intercom as she
looked back behind her, ignoring the controls for a moment or so. "So
why aren't you going to blast away at some troopers in the train?" She
did not leave her controls for long, and nothing bad came of it as she
went back to them, monitoring her sensors to make sure that there
weren't any hostile targets above the area of operation.
Valeria responded as she sat in the
turrets of the Heretic's Avenger. At present she was spinning
around in the turret casually, something that was bound to make her
dizzy before too long. She would activate the intercom as she
communicated back to her friend in the cockpit. "I think I might like to
take it easy for a bit. My bacta tank is started to run low and I don't
want to buy any more right now." She slowed down the rotation of the
turret once she began dizzy, before continuing. "Plus, we spend so much
time in my ship. I figured I should do you the favor of staying in
"Hey there! I listen to you nice and
clear, I'm all set! I think." Jett looked at himself seeing if he did
not forget about anything. He had his holstered DL-44, and an E-11 rifle
he had been carrying since a couple of missions ago. "Alright, keep her
steady! I don't want to get hurt yet." Jett was going to be inserted in
the train, he had an important task: grabbing supplies. Supplies were
always important. He decided to go lightly, since in the train there
wasn't too much space for using heavy weapons. A blaster rifle and his
DL-44 would be enough. "There we go!" Jett jumped right from the ramp of
the ship and fell on the train's roof. It was going really fast. He
opened the comlink, "Jett here. I'm alright. This thing is going really
fast! Should I wait for the rest of you? I could go looking for those
supplies right now, you know!"
The assault rifle had already been
secured to the sling, while waiting for a clear spot to land. Why they
were doing this the old fashion way instead of just sabotaging the
train's electrical systems was beyond his comprehension, but valid
orders were valid orders. Peeking over the ramp would give him enough
time and space to drop the line down and steady his nerves. Nodding to
whomever was still onboard, the line was clipped in, and down he went.
Not really able to rappel, this was more of a fast-rope, which Tong had
drilled him on several times. A soft thud was heard as he impacted the
roof of the train, exactly one meter behind Jett. "So why again are we
taking this train the hard way?"
The train was moving at a considerable
speed. Jett started looking all over to see if there was a hatch.
"There!", he said. He went as he could towards it. "Take cover as you
can, I'm putting some heat into the train." Jett took a grenade, loaded
it, opened the hatch and threw it. "Get into safety! Oh wait ... just
get away from here!" He moved as fast he could away the hatch. An
explosion could be heard. The train trembled a bit, but kept the same
speed. "Okay, we're getting in. Be careful." He proceeded to go into the
Now for the fun part. With Jett heading
in, it was time to move up to the next car. Since they didn't want all
their apples in one basket, that meant Jason was going to be staying up
top. Double checking the sling holding his rifle, he sighed deeply and
backed to the end of the car. Taking off at a run, his eyes were
definitely staying fixed on the roof of the train. Jumping too soon
would cause him to go tumbling off to a messy death, and jumping too
late would see him squished in-between the cars. A few moments would see
him jumping from the edge of the first car, landing on the roof of the
next with his knees flexed to absorb the impact. "I'm on the next car.
Signal when you're ready to enter and I'll drop in a couple flashes."
Jett dropped into the car. It was still
smoky. "What the..." He took a look. There were four Stormtroopers ...
dead. And not just dead, but messed up. "Oh boy, this got nasty." The
control panels were also destroyed by the grenade. "Damn!" He thought
for a minute. "Okay, now I'll have to get across to the other car. I'll
let know Jason I'm ready to go." Jett took another look at the car. It
was really disgusting to see those dead Stormtroopers torn into pieces.
He opened the comlink, "Jason, Jett here. I think I made little mess
here. Four Stormtroopers are dead. Computers and panels wrecked up. I'm
going through the other car now, could you have it ready?"
Well, causalities were to be expected.
He thought Jett's voice sounded a bit off, had not the man seen death
enough yet to be somewhat immune to the sight? "Acknowledged. I'll drop
two flashes in. Wait four seconds after the second goes off and proceed
inside, rifle ready. With those terminals down, we'll have to use the
command console in the lead car. That means we have at least four,
probably six more troopers to eliminate. Keep collateral damage down to
a minimum. Out." Suiting action to the chatter, the hatch was quickly
opened. The first flash grenade was toss in at an angle to send it to
the far end of the car, followed by another a few moments later on a
more shallow curve to stay at the front. Once the two bangs were heard,
Jett would be free to go on, while he hopped over to the next car. For
once, he actually missed having Tong or Carson around.
Jett loaded his rifle, opened the car's
door and got into the other one. He saw two stunned Stormtroopers that
apparently couldn't see anything yet. He pointed at the first one that
was almost next to the door and shot to the chest, bringing him to the
floor. With a fast move, he turned to the other Stormtrooper, which was
to the other side, next to the door that took to the third car. He shot
quickly, to the head. Jett opened the comlink, "Two more down. Sorry
about what happened before, it's just that ... you had to see them.
Their white armor turned into red. Let's get going, kid." They were
proceeding to the third car.
The humor in the situation was not lost
on him. Definitely younger than Jett, so the 'kid' comment was
justified, the pilot didn't have his level of ground experience, yet.
"On my way, don't worry about the Stormtroopers. You'll see plenty more
before you retire, quit, or die depending on your luck." The pattern was
slightly different this time. Instead of tossing the flash grenades in
directly, the hatch was opened while his rifle came into play. Two quick
shots into the car aimed at the Stormtroopers would be a fatal
distraction, and only then was the flash tossed in. "Three in this one,
I hit one. Wait for the boom and go."
Jett was getting through the car between
the dead Stormtroopers. He got to the other door and went out. "Okay
Jason, I'm all set. I'm using my DL-44 this time, it takes rapid fire.
Hit it!" Jett loaded up his pistol. The train was moving really fast.
They were getting closer to the primary console.
The dull boom of the flash would be
audible to Jett, but not for Jason. Hazard of 200 km/h winds and all.
With only one more car to breach, it was a quick leap over to the last
car and getting into position. Considering the need to limit damage,
this car would not see a grenade, but he would rely on Jett to provide
the distraction or execution, finishing it up himself if needed. "All
yours. Remember for the last car, no unnecessary damage. Close range
blast only. If you can't hit him fast enough, distract and I'll slit his
throat when I slip in. Let me know when you're ready."
Jett got in. He was carrying his DL-44,
all set. He entered the car. Rapid eye-movement. One was down. Two were
stunned. The first shot went to the middle of one of the Stormtrooper's
chest. One second later, another shot went right to the second
Stormtrooper's belly. They were down. "Jett here, the other two are
down, too. It rhymes." He talked to Jason through the comlink. "Alright,
I'm coming in for the last one. I'm ready to go, get set." Jett made his
way to the last car, still carrying his DL-44. He got in, and when he
saw the Officer he was ready to shoot. "Here you go!" *click* "What? Oh
no." The pistol had a malfunction. Jett pushed the Officer quickly,
where Jason was. "Jason, do it!" The train was going very fast, and just
a few seconds had passed.
Soon as he heard Jett report going in,
it was easy to slip the hatch open and slide inside. It almost made
Jason laugh to see Jett's face as the pistol malfunctioned, but at least
the man had the presence of mind to push the officer towards him.
Pulling out his vibro-knife from it's holster on the sling, the blade
was moved around and up to slide ever so gently and yet deeply, across
the officer's neck. He smiled as the officer produced a gurgling sound
as the blood filled and drained from sliced throat, and calmly took the
weapons that were on his person. "You OK over there?" Delivered in a
calm, almost happy voice. "That guy will be dead in a few minutes. You
can speed it along and cut his spine if you like." Wiping the blade
clean on the officer's uniform, it was then returned to it's holster as
he walked to the control panels and started his slicing.
"That's fine. I don't like vibroblades
that much. What now?" Jett looked surprised by all the action he was
seeing already. He had seen action, but not that kind of action. It was
heavier. But it was fine. It was part of his work, after all. He
holstered his pistol and walked to the panels as well. He looked over
the path they were going, the railway. "Are we taking the supplies?",
"My objective was to get in here and
take control of the train. Which I just finished. Try calling the
pilots, one of them should know where to meet us. Oh, and do me a favor.
Find some fuel. We'll need to torch this thing as well as blow it up
after we strip it to cover our tracks." Half absorbed in controlling the
train, he was making notes of incidental information and sending along
his collector program into the train's systems. No sense in letting a
prime intel gathering opportunity go by afterall.
Jett grabbed his comlink and contacted
the Heretic's Avenger. "This is Jett. We've managed to take over the
train. Know where to meet us? Give us some time, we're going to place
some fireworks here to watch them blow. We got supplies, too! We'll see
you soon now!" He turned to Jason, "Alright, done. I'm going to grab
some fuel. Just contact me if anything comes up." Jett went back through
the cars where the supplies were.
Jane grinned as she looked at her sensor
readout. Even though she was a little disappointed at the lack of an air
response, she activated her ships short range com system as she slowed
her ship, turning around so the port side of the ship was towards the
train near the second car. She extended the three landing struts and as
usual, she set the ship down so smooth, it almost felt as if they were
still flying. She lowered the boarding ramp at the same time as she
activated the powerful hydraulic systems that lowered the entire deck of
the two cargo bays down to the ground. "Get all of the supplies you can
fit and do it fast. I'd rather not be caught on the ground having to
defend you guys from an Impy strafing run, and you don't want me to
either. If my ship gets so much as a scratch, you are all paying for the
new paintjob!" she laughed like a maniac before cutting off the external
comms, and activating the interior comm system. "Maybe next time the
Imps will want to protect their cargo with an escort or six."
"I am a little disappointed at the lack
of eyeballs to shoot." Perhaps it was from hanging around with too many
Rebels, but Valeria seemed to have picked up their parlance for TIE
fighters. Thus far she had only been spending this flight getting
uncomfortable up in the turret. She wondered if it might be possible for
her to convince MIni to install massage circuits up there like she
herself had on the seats in the cockpit of her vessel. She activated the
intercom and casually commented to Jane. "They're going to give you a
pilot's commission in the Rebellion soon, right?"
Jett was getting to the supplies car.
"Jason, I'm here. I'm taking the fuel now.", he contacted Jason through
the comlink again. "How about all these supplies? How are we taking
them?" Things happened so fast today for Jett. He sure saw a lot of
action, and he could say it was a lot because he was not used to it.
Then he contacted the Heretic's Avenger. "Jett again. There are a
lot of supplies in one of the cars. Any ideas?" Jett was thinking about
the Stormtroopers he killed. And he also thought that if wouldn't have
killed them, he'd probably be dead by now.
To that, he could only shake his head
and chuckle as he turned on the comm. "There's powerloaders in the car,
use them to haul the supplies over. If I did my numbers right, the
amount of the supplies and other useful pieces on board should just fill
the Heretics' cargo hold if you stuff it to the last possible square
centimeter. Leave the fuel out, I'll set up the blaze path. once you all
have it unloaded. Remember we need to be fast, so conscript those pilots
if you need to." Still waiting on the data mining to finish.
"Got it. I'll contact you in a few
moments." Jett proceeded to move the supplies. He did as fast as he
could. He moved them into position so he could lift them with the
loaders. "Heretic's Avenger, this is Jett. I'm lifting the
supplies. Can you be ready to pick them? Don't worry, they'll fit. Try
to hurry." And then talked to Jason, "Kid, I'm having the supplies
ready. They should pick them by now."
"I'm already landed!" Jane sounded a
little bit annoyed, but than shrugged it off. Her cargo holds were open
and ready to be loaded, and the ramp inside the ship was lowered. She
was keeping quite a close eye on her sensors. She was going to see any
inbound ship or ground vehicle long before it got into weapons range,
and she would make sure it didn't last long enough to be a problem.
Valeria frowned as she reached for her
back, getting increasingly uncomfortable the longer she was in that
seat. It was all that she could do to avoid taking a nap, which would
probably not be the best thing to do in a live fire zone.
With the supplies loaded onto the
Heretic's Avenger and the data mining completed, Jason stood up and
stretched out for a moment before walking over to the set aside fuel.
Within the space of a few minutes, the interior of the train was coated
in the fuel, with a finely atomized cloud ready to set it all off with a
blaster shot. Stepping outside, he quickly walked over to the Heretic
and stepped inside, turning on the internal comm. "We're set. Supplies
are loaded. Anyone want to volunteer to set off the fuel explosion
before we have Valeria there blow the train to molecules?"
Jett turned on the comlink, "I'll do it,
kid." He walked to the ramp, and slowly took his pistol. He loaded it,
very slowly. And then, he aimed at some spot of the fuel trail. "Well,
are you all ready for some nice fireworks?" He shot. The fuel trail
ignited and started burning very fast. "Alright, that's it. I'm closing
the ramp. Val, it's all yours!" The ramp started to close slowly. Jett
turned and went towards the cockpit.
As soon as the cargo was loaded, she
activated the cargo hydraulics and lifted the cargo into the ship. Once
she saw that the ramp was closing, she lifted off slowly and banked away
from the impending explosion. "Oh Val. Weapons free!" she said as she
fed more power to the quad laser system. From her turret station, Val
could fire all four of the quad laser cannons, provided the target was
within the field of fire of them. Making sure this happened, she angled
the ship to point directly at the train so that Valeria could have her
"Okay, this almost makes up for the
boredom." She squeezed her thumbs down on the controls for the quad
lasers, causing destructive energy to pour forth from the Heretic's
Avenger and rain destruction down on the train. Valeria didn't enjoy
killing ... not that she minded it ... but there was nothing wrong with
finding glee in a massive fireball of an Imperial supply train.
The train started blowing up. Fireballs
could be seen all around the cars. "Now, that's a spectacle! Nice work
Val!" Jett watched as the train was turning into pieces. Explosions were
happening continuously in every car. It was sure a busy day for the
Corellian. But, thankfully, everything went well. "Good job everyone.
Let's get back to the base."