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The sizzle of exposed wiring and broken power pods filled the already smokey air with a noxious fume that seemed to cling to the nostrals. I wiggled a pinkey, then a toe, feeling encouraged i began to roll over and open my eyes, "still alive i see" i blinked like an owl getting used to the dim light and brief flares of electricity from shattered panels, the voice came from sargent Gospel who was our platoon sargent but as i looked around at the charred remains of several bodies strewn across the command deck i began to feel that he might be the highest rank left on the ship, considering how well the officers had done in engagement i found this fairly comforting. "yup, take more than this to keep me down sarg" although privately i added "....not much more...", "get your self in shape and lets pick up as many survivors as we can quickly, before the empire decides that prisoners are a high priority!".
We swiftly searched through the small attack craft for any others but seemed we were out of luck, of the 13 crew of the Agondist (a light system attack craft) we were the only ones still living, and from the looks of us i use that term loosely. opening the security lockers i picked out a light pistol blaster and the scoped disrupter rifle, Sargent Gospel naturally did his stripes proud by arming up with thermal detonators and a heavy repeating blaster rifle, i grinned as i realized there would probably be no sneak attacks with this man in charge.
Properly armed and thus feeling abit better about our chances we slip out the hatchway and take a look around the crash sight, to be honest we probably could have found a worse place to land but its kinda hard to imagine it. we were right smack in between the battle lines of storm troopers and our own home guard units trying despreratly to keep the empire from entering the palace and seizing control of not only the governing council but also the atmosphere controls that keep this tiny moon breathable, once that was taken there was no point in continuing to fight on unless anyone felt the need to sufficate rather than surrender...
The home guards lines were stretched in a semi-circle around the palace grounds and at the moment were holding thier own with the palace security shields deflecting the worst of the blasts off the troops.... from what we could see from our position they had pretty good cover as well but even if we manage to give as good as we get we would still end up losing being as brutally outnumbered as we were. but there was nowhere to run so fighting was our last option.... The rock next to my head crumbling to dust brought my thoughts back to my own troubles!! rolling to the ditch to my right i glanced up as the twenty ton front foot of an Imperial Walker began to rise off the ground as the war beast marched onward towards our friends and comrades, i caught a flash of blue green on the shaft of the foot as i gaped at gospel riding the foot like a bantha!
i wooped as i realised his plan and charged after him, gospel held on for dear life as he wedged his explosives into the gears connecting the footpad to the rest of the hulking troop transport
The sizzle of exposed wiring and broken power pods filled the already smokey air with a noxious fume that seemed to cling to the nostrals. I wiggled a pinkey, then a toe, feeling encouraged i began to roll over and open my eyes, "still alive i see" i blinked like an owl getting used to the dim light and brief flares of electricity from shattered panels, the voice came from sargent Gospel who was our platoon sargent but as i looked around at the charred remains of several bodies strewn across the command deck i began to feel that he might be the highest rank left on the ship, considering how well the officers had done in engagement i found this fairly comforting. "yup, take more than this to keep me down sarg" although privately i added "....not much more...", "get your self in shape and lets pick up as many survivors as we can quickly, before the empire decides that prisoners are a high priority!".
We swiftly searched through the small attack craft for any others but seemed we were out of luck, of the 13 crew of the Agondist (a light system attack craft) we were the only ones still living, and from the looks of us i use that term loosely. opening the security lockers i picked out a light pistol blaster and the scoped disrupter rifle, Sargent Gospel naturally did his stripes proud by arming up with thermal detonators and a heavy repeating blaster rifle, i grinned as i realized there would probably be no sneak attacks with this man in charge.
Properly armed and thus feeling abit better about our chances we slip out the hatchway and take a look around the crash sight, to be honest we probably could have found a worse place to land but its kinda hard to imagine it. we were right smack in between the battle lines of storm troopers and our own home guard units trying despreratly to keep the empire from entering the palace and seizing control of not only the governing council but also the atmosphere controls that keep this tiny moon breathable, once that was taken there was no point in continuing to fight on unless anyone felt the need to sufficate rather than surrender...
The home guards lines were stretched in a semi-circle around the palace grounds and at the moment were holding thier own with the palace security shields deflecting the worst of the blasts off the troops.... from what we could see from our position they had pretty good cover as well but even if we manage to give as good as we get we would still end up losing being as brutally outnumbered as we were. but there was nowhere to run so fighting was our last option.... The rock next to my head crumbling to dust brought my thoughts back to my own troubles!! rolling to the ditch to my right i glanced up as the twenty ton front foot of an Imperial Walker began to rise off the ground as the war beast marched onward towards our friends and comrades, i caught a flash of blue green on the shaft of the foot as i gaped at gospel riding the foot like a bantha!
i wooped as i realised his plan and charged after him, gospel held on for dear life as he wedged his explosives into the gears connecting the footpad to the rest of the hulking troop transport
