Planet Elrood, Region I, Elrood City, I Corps HQ, PL2 Office
0500hrs
12-12-09
The morning sun had just began to break over the vast Elrood City. Its warmth had not yet even broken the chill of the winter night which still lingered strongly in the air. This however did not stop those of the Galactic Empire what so ever, and this hour of the morning was all but new to the returning Sergeant Destavol Gin. Even though the cold was only a factor to him, being able to see his own breath was rather undesirable to him and he would prefer to stay warm if given the chance. The R4 unit in front of him was giving off random beeps and electronic whelps as it slowly guided him. Destavol was a droid nut, and in this situation he would have much rather had the old "Mouse Droid" that was common among the Imperial forces as they moved much faster but he worked with what they gave him. The R4 unit was also assigned to be his personal assistant, its title was R4-U2, and despite its slow movement, Destavol already had plans for this little droid.
Finally after nearly twenty minuets of walking and shooting up and across elevators the pair arrived at the 8th Floor Office of the 2nd Platoon Leader for Hornet Company. It was much bigger than his original office back when he was a Lieutenant and actually a Company Commander, but then again the Empire had shot up in both size and wealth since he had served with the Army. R4 inserted the cylinder arm and twisted the lock mechanism, unlatching the door and opening it to reveal the inside of the office. It was, like everything else basic to Empire protocol, cold and lifeless. The LED lights activated by the motion sensors throughout the room, giving well appropriate lighting for the office. The Sergeant gave a first glance around, mostly looking for anything out of place ie land mines, assassins or anything of that sort. His time in the Army had made him a bit paranoid due to the attempts on his life on the field, but he knew at his current level he did not have much to worry about other than a stray blaster bolt hitting him in the right spot while in combat. However something did catch his eye, something silver sitting on his desk. In curiosity Destavol dropped his carry bag and walked over to the desk. The shining object which when closer he made out to be a chrome plated DL-44, his personal favorite sidearm since he first started in the Empire. A note was attached to the trigger guard by a string. "Welcome back Sergeant, thanks for taking no hard feelings on the demotion, let this be a sign of our gratitude for your return to service. It has been to long since our forces have had a man of your expertise and experience at the held here in the Army. Signed your old friend, Lieutenant Max Reem."
Destavol smiled, he had been told that an old friend of his was leading the Company although he was no sure until now. He then picked up the marvel of a sidearm and inspected it. While the blaster was surely a masterpiece it was also a working model, one that he intended to keep and use. A leg holster was also laying on the desk beside it, thus the Sergeant wasted no time in placing the weapon on over his duty uniform. Also on the desk was a brown envelope, which immediately struck Destavol as a mission order. The only time the Empire used paper was when they wanted the information on that paper destroyed after reading it. He was eager to open it and read it, but an all to familiar voice rang out from the open door at his office. "I hope you don't mind that weapon Sergeant, it is something both myself and Staff Sergeant Felth thought you may like." Destavol grinned knowing exactly who it was and raised his eyes to meet an old friend and veteran like himself, Lieutenant Max Reem. "Well now Max I thought you would have caught a stray blaster bolt by now, I guess hiding under your paper work kept you alive long enough to reach commission eh?" said Destavol in a jest towards his superior and old friend. Max laughed. "If only that were so. No my friend I've had to earn my way here with every bolt taken, and life taken.
Destavol could see that Max was no longer the young man he once knew, but his eyes now reflected years of combat and even a few scars about him showed he had earned that rank with blood and skill. "Max, man it is good to see a familiar face here. I was worried I was not going to see anyone I once knew here. I happened to see a few people I once knew but I did not think I'd have the honor of serving under a former student of mine. It would seem the student has now become the master right?" said Destavol in just. Max caught on to the joke and laughed. "Nah, I'm still just same old me, but on a real note Dest.. despite how far back we go I will have to request that when we are not in private as we are now, you act as if you don't know me anything other than Lieutenant Reem." Destavol had still not yet taken his eyes locked from Max's. He smiled and saluted. "Yes sir Lieutenant Reem!" he said as he would to even the highest ranking General in the Empire. "I appreciate it Dest, we go a ways back but the Empire is no longer a favorites organization and I don't want people to think that because of our history together that you and I will treat one another any differently." said Max who now walked in and shut the door behind him.
He closed in on the Sergeant who offered Max his seat, but was refused kindly. "That's your chair and you won't be seeing much of it so it is only fair you get to sit in it while you can. So Dest I take it you have already seen you have a mission statement there. It looks like you won't be here in your office for more than a few hours. I've already given the order to have 2nd Platoon to organize at the barracks for inspection by their new Platoon Leader. From there you will be briefing them on this mission, but I will tell you now that I hesitated on giving you this assignment, with this being your first day back on the job again and all." stated Max who took his seat and posture comfortably in one of the chairs across the desk from Destavol. "So I'm guessing not even 24 hours on the job and 2nd Platoon will be moving out for action?" which caused Destavol a brief moment of unsureness. He had not even got to meet his men, much less evaluate them and see who needed to be doing what. "Yes unfair I know, but you and your men won't be alone out there. I intend to have 1st Platoon assist you. Why don't you open the message and go over the details yourself, I'll leave you to think everything over, Sergeant." said Max as he stood and brushed his clothes down to knock any wrinkles out. Before exiting the door Max paused, which his back still turned. "Dest, it really is good to have you back.. but you just happened to have come back in a time of dire need for veteran killers like ourselves. It is not going to bother you that your first few days on the job you'll be spilling blood, does it?" His question was met with a laugh he had not heard in a while. "Lieutenant if I had a problem spilling blood I'd be with the Medical Core trying to stick it back in people. Allow me to review this report and I'll assemble with my men ASAP for Briefing with them. Satisfied with his PL's response, Lieutenant Reem exited the office and the door slid shut.
Destavol now curious as to what could possibly be demanding of blood shed this early but his questions would soon be answered when he opened the letter..
-(To Be Continued)-
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SGT Gin / Hornet P2L / 2nd Brigade / Imperial Army
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Destavol Gin
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Planet D'Skar, Taracel Desert, T'Pal City
0725hrs
12-13-09
No sooner had Sergeant Gin arrived at the Imperial City for his assignment, he received orders to take 2nd Platoon to the planet D'Skar, in the Taracel Desert - A hellhole of a place to be for any living being that was not native born. The men and women of 2nd Platoon were all outfitted in their Desert Assault Stormtrooper Armor (DASA), and equipped with proper modifications to their weaponry to adjust it all to the rigorous conditions of the planet. D'Skar was much like Tatooine which Destavol had the pleasure of only having to visit once in his career, but D'Skar was all to much a reminder of it to him. His last visit to a desert planet he lost 3 fine soldiers, and his Platoon Leader. He hoped that he would not meet the same fate has his prior commander.
The 2nd Platoon was currently posted on perimeter security for the city of T'Pal, a typical desert wasteland city. Its only real spotlight was that it had a starport and thats what mattered to the Empire. There were three starports total on D'Skar and this one happened to be the biggest one, and was believed to be the location of a soon to arrive Alliance Troop Transport. Destavol himself being a combat veteran knew this was quite silly, the Alliance might have been nothing more than a bunch of under trained terrorist wielding any p.o.s weapon they could get their hands on but he knew that their intelligence on how to insert and extract their forces on hit and fade missions were beyond anything the Empire knew how to do, thus it would be obvious that they would not be using the busiest starport on D'Skar.
For this mission Destavol was outfitted with his custom BlasTech E-11 Assault Blaster Rifle, which he had over time modified to his likings. He had attached a nightvision / thermal scope along with an aiming laser and even added an extended barrel which not only made his E-11 look much different but greatly increased the accuracy and range of his weapon. On a final addition to the weapon, Destavol had the E-11 painted with the desert tiger stripe pattern camo. Unlike most troopers he also kept the TFS, or Tactical Foldout Stock, unfolded because he never knew when the time would come that he would have to pick off a fellow sharpshooter like himself. On his right leg was the chrome DL-44 that had been gifted to him by his Company Commander and fellow Platoon Leader. While he did really love the blaster, he also considered it a liability. With the light conditions on D'Skar it stuck out like a sore thumb and it really made him look like a persons of importance. He did not like that, but he allowed his better judgment sit this one out, he really wanted to test the sidearm out.
At 0730 different radio communications began to call in over his built-in Com-Link in his helmet. The voices of the men and women he had only had a few hours to meet were reporting in their status reports. For this particular assignment Destavol had only half of his platoon with him. The other half were left aboard the VSD Advocate for secondary support should the situation need it. For now Destavol had taken 2 of his 12 men Infantry Squads which had been code named Alpha and Bravo, also he had taken half of his 8 man Sharpshooter squad which each shooter had been codenamed High-Ground 1-4, and 6 of his Heavy Weapons specialist. At the front and back gate he had two Heavy Weapons deployed, and on either side of the star-port he had a Heavy Weapons deployed. This was to ensure no vehicles, ground or air, could enter or exit without a chance of getting blasted into vapor. He had divided his 2 squads into 4 fire-teams consisting of 6 troopers each. This was so that his forces could cover more ground yet stay safe enough to handle any situation. He had placed his 4 snipers strategically in what he considered the 4 highest buildings that were no very closely monitored.
After the radio reports finished and all was clear Destavol walked across the street to meet with Alpha Fire-Team 1, who had reported an equipment malfunction. It was about the most excitement the entire group of soldiers had heard all day. Right on time Alpha FT-1 came to a halt before the PL and stood at attention. Destavol glanced over his men, and the surroundings ensuring no one was looking or spying more to say, then he turned his attention to his men. "Yes Corporal you reported a malfunction in equipment?" asked the Sergeant. The young man quickly handed him his datapad which had a bunch of jibberish written across the screen. "Sir when I was trying to receive standing orders from HQ this came in, and I'm not quite sure what to think of it. I think the damned thing is glitching." replied the Corporal. Destavol took the datapad and looked at it and reviewed the different letters and symbols written on it. It did not take Destavol long to realized what had happened. "Corporal this is not an error, your datapad has intercepted a coded message some how. Where were you at when you received this transmission?" replied and asked the Sergeant.
"Sir I believe we were two blocks to our six." replied the Corporal. Destavol gave a quick review over it and grinned under his helmet. Even though he could not read exactly what it said, he knew what it was. "Good work Corporal, continue with your routes and I'll have this returned to you ASAP." The Corporal nodded, turned back to his Fire-Team and waved them on as Sergeant Gin stepped aside to let them by. Destavol himself quickly transmitted the intercepted message to the VSD Advocate for a code breaker to transmit what it meant in common, and within twenty minuets he got what he had been looking for and read it.
TO : Colonel Yuclipse
From : Mr. Hodges
"Sir, I regret to inform you that some how the Empire has discovered our plans to have an Alliance insertion here. They've already taken control of T'Pal city so it would be to much of a risk to try and deliver your men here. It would be best for us to deliver and receive your forces at the Tarcel Desert several miles from here. I have friends at the star-port that will block out any knowledge of the incoming drop ships that way the Imperials do not know of our actions. I will meet you at the coordinates 22A-0A012. Please bring the medical supplies you promised us, our people are dieing here in T'Pal. I've also housed your agent that you sent here, he is currently been given the name "Michael Tyvon" and is working as a security guard at the star-port. I shall have him come with me to meet you at the drop zone. Best of luck Colonel, I'll meet you there, then we can drive these Imperial scum from our city and then our planet!!"
~Signed Mr. Hodges
After reading the transmission Destavol wasted no time, it was now time to take both Mr. Hodges and Mr. Tyvon. Then it would be time to terminate any alliance threat. He did not have much time, and the element of surprise would be needed to take these men before they would have a chance of notifying the Alliance from delivering their forces, plus with any luck an interrogation could provide information on the vessel that was delivering the drop ships so that the VSD Advocate could either disable or eliminate it. Destavol got on his Com and sent the needed messages to his team and the plans were set into motion.
T'Pal City, Hodges Residence
0915hrs
Alpha Squad and reformed into a complete 12 man squad and covered the neighborhood. The squad had blocked off any entrance or exit that one could take, denying any and all residence of T'Pal access to their homes or the roads near the Hodges residence. Destavol had entrusted Corporal Alex Dexter Devaros to head this raid and capture. The man was still young but he was one of the few in Alpha that had combat experience. Corporal Devaros was not a fan of having to take anyone alive, but he knew that for this to work out the target would need to be alive, so he ordered his men to set to stun. Only five of the twleve man Alpha squad were going to deal with the actual extraction of Mr. Hodges, but waiting just outside were two support men with blasters set to kill just in case the worse happened.
The extraction was quick, and to the surprise. A Private in the squad broke the window of Mr. Hodges house and tossed canister of tear gas, along with a flash-bang device. In moments after the bang, the team rushed in. To their surprise Hodges had a Security Defense Droid in the main room where they entered, but with his training and experience, Corporal Devaros switched the E-11 to kill and quickly turned it into scrap. The other troopers moved swiftly and precisely while cutting corners and covering each room to room. They found Mr. Hodges, an older man in his late fifties laying face down with his hands on top of his head. A random private wasted no time in hitting Hodges with a shot of stun rings from his E-11, then placed him in binders before he could have a chance to wake up.
"Big Boss this is Alpha Lead, mission successful, we've captured target alive and well. Extracting to our Mobile Command Center for medical assessment and interrogation." stated Corporal Devros over his com.
T'Pal City, T'Pal Starport
0925hrs
Destavol recieved the transmission and verfified. "10-4, we're moving in for phase two now." and with that said Bravo Squad, lead by none other than Destavol himself stormed into the Star-Port. Their first target point was the Security center, and Communications station. The squad split up, with Lance Corporal Dylan Paul Walters the actual Squad Leader of Bravo taking a team and Destavol taking the other. Lance Corporal Walters and his men rushed passed Star-Port personnel until they reach the Communications and took everyone to gunpoint. "EVERYONE GET ON THE GROUND! GET THE HELL DOWN NOW OR YOU'RE DEAD!!" screamed the rash and eager Walters. At the opposite end of the Star-Port Destavol and his men had reached the Security station, which needless to say was a bit more difficult to take. It seemed that not just the mole the Alliance had planted was ready to fight, but several others he had defected to his cause. Four of the security guards opened fire on the stormtroopers, one of the bolts nearly taking Destavol's head off.
The seasoned Sergeant dropped to one knee and placed a three round burst into the closest guard's chest, burning three holes in and out of him. The two privates behind Destavol opened fire and dropped two of the other guards. Standing alone now were two security guards who had dropped their weapons and were standing with their hands up. Destavol stood up and eased towards them with his blaster rifle at the ready. "WHICH ONE OF YOU IS MR. TYVON!?! ANSWER ME NOW OR YOU BOTH DIE!!" yelled the Sergeant to the two scared to death guards. The youngest of the two pointed to the guard next to him, but the guard next to him pointed to the other. Not wanting to waste any more time Destavol set for stun and hit them both with the blue rings, knocking both out cold. He smiled under his helmet. "Bind em both and take them to the MCC for medical eval and interrogation. We don't have long boys, and we have some reblets to put some holes in." said the Destavol who had already turned and walked out of the security station. "Alpha Lead this is Platoon Actual, confirm mission success. We will meet you guys at the MCC and see what we can milk out of these two gentlemen.
"10-4 Platoon Actual, we're en route as we speak." replied Devaros. Destavol was satisfied at the reactions of his men, perhaps 2nd Platoon was more than he had originally thought. "Alpha Lead, have two of your men escort that POW to the MCC, I want you here to run the show while I go to the MCC." replied the Sergeant already exiting the star-port en route to the MCC just outside of T'Pal. "Rodger that Actual, I'll be sending two rooks but with our Highgrounds watching the transfer I doubt even they could lose him." This made Destavol chuckle a bit. "Rodger that, I'll be taking two in so that we can ID which one is the real Tyvon. I'll escort them myself, no need for to much attention. Tell them to take the back streets to the main gate, as will I. We don't know just how deep the Alliance has dug in here." "10-4."
Well we have a start, but I know it won't be long before those terrorist scum bags that claim to be freedom fighters show.. Only they won't be meeting their contacts, just a whole lot of blaster fire. And hopefully we can intercept that vessel that's delivering them also.. thought Destavol to himself as he waited outside for the two prisoners to be brought out of the star-port to him.
0725hrs
12-13-09
No sooner had Sergeant Gin arrived at the Imperial City for his assignment, he received orders to take 2nd Platoon to the planet D'Skar, in the Taracel Desert - A hellhole of a place to be for any living being that was not native born. The men and women of 2nd Platoon were all outfitted in their Desert Assault Stormtrooper Armor (DASA), and equipped with proper modifications to their weaponry to adjust it all to the rigorous conditions of the planet. D'Skar was much like Tatooine which Destavol had the pleasure of only having to visit once in his career, but D'Skar was all to much a reminder of it to him. His last visit to a desert planet he lost 3 fine soldiers, and his Platoon Leader. He hoped that he would not meet the same fate has his prior commander.
The 2nd Platoon was currently posted on perimeter security for the city of T'Pal, a typical desert wasteland city. Its only real spotlight was that it had a starport and thats what mattered to the Empire. There were three starports total on D'Skar and this one happened to be the biggest one, and was believed to be the location of a soon to arrive Alliance Troop Transport. Destavol himself being a combat veteran knew this was quite silly, the Alliance might have been nothing more than a bunch of under trained terrorist wielding any p.o.s weapon they could get their hands on but he knew that their intelligence on how to insert and extract their forces on hit and fade missions were beyond anything the Empire knew how to do, thus it would be obvious that they would not be using the busiest starport on D'Skar.
For this mission Destavol was outfitted with his custom BlasTech E-11 Assault Blaster Rifle, which he had over time modified to his likings. He had attached a nightvision / thermal scope along with an aiming laser and even added an extended barrel which not only made his E-11 look much different but greatly increased the accuracy and range of his weapon. On a final addition to the weapon, Destavol had the E-11 painted with the desert tiger stripe pattern camo. Unlike most troopers he also kept the TFS, or Tactical Foldout Stock, unfolded because he never knew when the time would come that he would have to pick off a fellow sharpshooter like himself. On his right leg was the chrome DL-44 that had been gifted to him by his Company Commander and fellow Platoon Leader. While he did really love the blaster, he also considered it a liability. With the light conditions on D'Skar it stuck out like a sore thumb and it really made him look like a persons of importance. He did not like that, but he allowed his better judgment sit this one out, he really wanted to test the sidearm out.
At 0730 different radio communications began to call in over his built-in Com-Link in his helmet. The voices of the men and women he had only had a few hours to meet were reporting in their status reports. For this particular assignment Destavol had only half of his platoon with him. The other half were left aboard the VSD Advocate for secondary support should the situation need it. For now Destavol had taken 2 of his 12 men Infantry Squads which had been code named Alpha and Bravo, also he had taken half of his 8 man Sharpshooter squad which each shooter had been codenamed High-Ground 1-4, and 6 of his Heavy Weapons specialist. At the front and back gate he had two Heavy Weapons deployed, and on either side of the star-port he had a Heavy Weapons deployed. This was to ensure no vehicles, ground or air, could enter or exit without a chance of getting blasted into vapor. He had divided his 2 squads into 4 fire-teams consisting of 6 troopers each. This was so that his forces could cover more ground yet stay safe enough to handle any situation. He had placed his 4 snipers strategically in what he considered the 4 highest buildings that were no very closely monitored.
After the radio reports finished and all was clear Destavol walked across the street to meet with Alpha Fire-Team 1, who had reported an equipment malfunction. It was about the most excitement the entire group of soldiers had heard all day. Right on time Alpha FT-1 came to a halt before the PL and stood at attention. Destavol glanced over his men, and the surroundings ensuring no one was looking or spying more to say, then he turned his attention to his men. "Yes Corporal you reported a malfunction in equipment?" asked the Sergeant. The young man quickly handed him his datapad which had a bunch of jibberish written across the screen. "Sir when I was trying to receive standing orders from HQ this came in, and I'm not quite sure what to think of it. I think the damned thing is glitching." replied the Corporal. Destavol took the datapad and looked at it and reviewed the different letters and symbols written on it. It did not take Destavol long to realized what had happened. "Corporal this is not an error, your datapad has intercepted a coded message some how. Where were you at when you received this transmission?" replied and asked the Sergeant.
"Sir I believe we were two blocks to our six." replied the Corporal. Destavol gave a quick review over it and grinned under his helmet. Even though he could not read exactly what it said, he knew what it was. "Good work Corporal, continue with your routes and I'll have this returned to you ASAP." The Corporal nodded, turned back to his Fire-Team and waved them on as Sergeant Gin stepped aside to let them by. Destavol himself quickly transmitted the intercepted message to the VSD Advocate for a code breaker to transmit what it meant in common, and within twenty minuets he got what he had been looking for and read it.
TO : Colonel Yuclipse
From : Mr. Hodges
"Sir, I regret to inform you that some how the Empire has discovered our plans to have an Alliance insertion here. They've already taken control of T'Pal city so it would be to much of a risk to try and deliver your men here. It would be best for us to deliver and receive your forces at the Tarcel Desert several miles from here. I have friends at the star-port that will block out any knowledge of the incoming drop ships that way the Imperials do not know of our actions. I will meet you at the coordinates 22A-0A012. Please bring the medical supplies you promised us, our people are dieing here in T'Pal. I've also housed your agent that you sent here, he is currently been given the name "Michael Tyvon" and is working as a security guard at the star-port. I shall have him come with me to meet you at the drop zone. Best of luck Colonel, I'll meet you there, then we can drive these Imperial scum from our city and then our planet!!"
~Signed Mr. Hodges
After reading the transmission Destavol wasted no time, it was now time to take both Mr. Hodges and Mr. Tyvon. Then it would be time to terminate any alliance threat. He did not have much time, and the element of surprise would be needed to take these men before they would have a chance of notifying the Alliance from delivering their forces, plus with any luck an interrogation could provide information on the vessel that was delivering the drop ships so that the VSD Advocate could either disable or eliminate it. Destavol got on his Com and sent the needed messages to his team and the plans were set into motion.
T'Pal City, Hodges Residence
0915hrs
Alpha Squad and reformed into a complete 12 man squad and covered the neighborhood. The squad had blocked off any entrance or exit that one could take, denying any and all residence of T'Pal access to their homes or the roads near the Hodges residence. Destavol had entrusted Corporal Alex Dexter Devaros to head this raid and capture. The man was still young but he was one of the few in Alpha that had combat experience. Corporal Devaros was not a fan of having to take anyone alive, but he knew that for this to work out the target would need to be alive, so he ordered his men to set to stun. Only five of the twleve man Alpha squad were going to deal with the actual extraction of Mr. Hodges, but waiting just outside were two support men with blasters set to kill just in case the worse happened.
The extraction was quick, and to the surprise. A Private in the squad broke the window of Mr. Hodges house and tossed canister of tear gas, along with a flash-bang device. In moments after the bang, the team rushed in. To their surprise Hodges had a Security Defense Droid in the main room where they entered, but with his training and experience, Corporal Devaros switched the E-11 to kill and quickly turned it into scrap. The other troopers moved swiftly and precisely while cutting corners and covering each room to room. They found Mr. Hodges, an older man in his late fifties laying face down with his hands on top of his head. A random private wasted no time in hitting Hodges with a shot of stun rings from his E-11, then placed him in binders before he could have a chance to wake up.
"Big Boss this is Alpha Lead, mission successful, we've captured target alive and well. Extracting to our Mobile Command Center for medical assessment and interrogation." stated Corporal Devros over his com.
T'Pal City, T'Pal Starport
0925hrs
Destavol recieved the transmission and verfified. "10-4, we're moving in for phase two now." and with that said Bravo Squad, lead by none other than Destavol himself stormed into the Star-Port. Their first target point was the Security center, and Communications station. The squad split up, with Lance Corporal Dylan Paul Walters the actual Squad Leader of Bravo taking a team and Destavol taking the other. Lance Corporal Walters and his men rushed passed Star-Port personnel until they reach the Communications and took everyone to gunpoint. "EVERYONE GET ON THE GROUND! GET THE HELL DOWN NOW OR YOU'RE DEAD!!" screamed the rash and eager Walters. At the opposite end of the Star-Port Destavol and his men had reached the Security station, which needless to say was a bit more difficult to take. It seemed that not just the mole the Alliance had planted was ready to fight, but several others he had defected to his cause. Four of the security guards opened fire on the stormtroopers, one of the bolts nearly taking Destavol's head off.
The seasoned Sergeant dropped to one knee and placed a three round burst into the closest guard's chest, burning three holes in and out of him. The two privates behind Destavol opened fire and dropped two of the other guards. Standing alone now were two security guards who had dropped their weapons and were standing with their hands up. Destavol stood up and eased towards them with his blaster rifle at the ready. "WHICH ONE OF YOU IS MR. TYVON!?! ANSWER ME NOW OR YOU BOTH DIE!!" yelled the Sergeant to the two scared to death guards. The youngest of the two pointed to the guard next to him, but the guard next to him pointed to the other. Not wanting to waste any more time Destavol set for stun and hit them both with the blue rings, knocking both out cold. He smiled under his helmet. "Bind em both and take them to the MCC for medical eval and interrogation. We don't have long boys, and we have some reblets to put some holes in." said the Destavol who had already turned and walked out of the security station. "Alpha Lead this is Platoon Actual, confirm mission success. We will meet you guys at the MCC and see what we can milk out of these two gentlemen.
"10-4 Platoon Actual, we're en route as we speak." replied Devaros. Destavol was satisfied at the reactions of his men, perhaps 2nd Platoon was more than he had originally thought. "Alpha Lead, have two of your men escort that POW to the MCC, I want you here to run the show while I go to the MCC." replied the Sergeant already exiting the star-port en route to the MCC just outside of T'Pal. "Rodger that Actual, I'll be sending two rooks but with our Highgrounds watching the transfer I doubt even they could lose him." This made Destavol chuckle a bit. "Rodger that, I'll be taking two in so that we can ID which one is the real Tyvon. I'll escort them myself, no need for to much attention. Tell them to take the back streets to the main gate, as will I. We don't know just how deep the Alliance has dug in here." "10-4."
Well we have a start, but I know it won't be long before those terrorist scum bags that claim to be freedom fighters show.. Only they won't be meeting their contacts, just a whole lot of blaster fire. And hopefully we can intercept that vessel that's delivering them also.. thought Destavol to himself as he waited outside for the two prisoners to be brought out of the star-port to him.
SGT Gin / Hornet P2L / 2nd Brigade / Imperial Army
"I am a Demon.."
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Destavol Gin
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Planet D'Skar, Tarcel Desert, MCC Voyager
0500hrs
12-14-09
It was 5am. The previous mission had been a success but the interrogation of the prisoners had taken longer than Sergeant Gin had liked. Of course it did not take long once Gin began performing more "old school" methods of interrogation, involving electricity and fire. He yawned and stretched, and scratched his head as he sat up in the uncomfortable bunk that had been afforded to him in the MCC. He looked at the time and rubbed his eyes then looked again to make sure his eyes were correct. He had not even got out of his armor, the Sergeant was so tired he just crashed out in the armor. By now the shift change between the forces he left aboard the VSD Advocate and the ones that had worked all day should have already happened. He knew that at least Corporal Walters was still on duty. Wanting not to waste any more time he placed his helmet on, grabbed his weapons, checked them then rearmed himself before walking outside.
Destavol gazed off into the distance, and watched as the sun began to rise over the desert. Its golden red glow just was breaking over the dunes and hills of the Tarcel desert. If there was one thing he did have to admit about desert planets, it was that the sun breaks and sun sets were amazing. Changing his focus he turned to see two Privates standing at attention before the two prisoners, whom were blindfolded, shackled and on their knees. He walked up and the two Privates stood a little bit straighter. "So gentlemen what seems to be the issue here? Why are you not in T'Pal with the rest of your platoon?" asked the Sergeant. The taller of the two Privates answered quickly. "Sir we were assigned by Corporal Walters to stand guard over the two prisoners." Destavol cringed at the thought of two men just standing around doing nothing, so he drew his brand new DL-44 placed it to the back of each prisoner's head and pulled the trigger. At this close of range there was still a reasonable amount of blood splatter, which got onto the two Private's uniforms. Destavol then holstered his sidearm and pointed towards T'Pal. "Doesn't look like you have any more prisoners to guard so go fix us some coffee eh?" replied Destavol.
Not wanting to question the Sergeant after the display of sheer brutality, the two hurried off to fix food and coffee for the Sergeant and themselves. Destavol smiled, he was not a violent man but he hated terrorist and anyone who aided them. He caught the shorter Private by the arm before he could run off. "Now it only takes one man to prepare breakfast. As for you I think these two men have payed their debt, and deserve a proper burial. See to it that I do not smell these corpses Private. Once finished fall in with the rest of the Platoon once they all get here.
Planet D'Skar, Tarcel Desert, Outside the MCC Voyager
0800hrs
The entire 2nd Platoon had been called to attention. Some were still tired from the previous day, but in this situation Destavol did not care as he was working on the same amount of sleep, in fact less due to the interrogation. With his men assembled he was going over step by step the assault they were about to lay down on the incoming Alliance insurgents. His orders were to kill everyone, but capture the good Colonel Yuclipse alive if possible. It took no time for the forces to move out and intercept the incoming alliance Company. With the Empire catching them off guard it was a slaughter fest.
Upon reaching the insertion point, 2nd Platoon had arrived about the same time that the three drop ships were coming down. Destavol had his men wait until all three had firmly landed and opened ramps before opening fire, this would ensure that they could not quickly jump back up. Once all three had done so, it was obvious that the Alliance had no idea that the Empire was waiting on them as the rebel scum began walking out as if they were back at home. Surrounded, and unprepared the Alliance had no chance to even consider reacting to the assault.
"FIRE!" ordered Sergeant Gin, and within seconds a stream of red bolts came spraying towards the three landing craft. Destavol himself had gone prone and began sharpshooting with his E-11, picking off men both outside and inside the landing craft. The stream of E-Web bolts crashed against the sides of the landing craft, and with their shields dropped for landing it took no time to cripple the three craft. "AIM FOR THE ENGINES SO THEY CAN'T FLY!!" ordered the Sergeant. With that said the engines became nothing more than an orange glow and ash. The men and women aboard the landing craft had no choice but to rush out in a blaze of glory and hope for the best. streams of green and red bolts mixed came flying towards Destavol and his men as wave after wave began exiting the craft. "HEAVY WEAPONS!! CUT DOWN THAT INFANTRY!!!" ordered Destavol, and in moments the once dangerous rebels were now smoldering piles of swiss cheese with smoke still boiling out of their bodies. "ALPHA AND BETA!! MOVE IN FOR CAPTURE OF LANDING CRAFT!!" yelled Destavol, who also folded his stock and set his weapon to full auto.
In a charge of marvelous bravery the men and women of 2nd Platoon that were not sharpshooting or operating the heavy weapons charged in to take control of the landing craft. It took little time to surround the craft. Estimating the bodies around the craft, Destavol knew there still had to be nearly 20 men still alive and he did not see the notorious white officer's uniform so that meant the Colonel was still alive. About the time he was ready for entrance a message came over his Com-Link. "Sergeant Gin this is Captain Tullov of the VSD Advocate. We have destroyed the M/CRV Telepathy. Repeat, target destroyed." This put a big smile across his face, but it did not last for long as he did not want to be distracted from his current task. He and 7 other troopers stood outside the open ramp of the landing craft. Destavol waved a go ahead to his troops to enter, with him taking the rear. The Fire-Team leaders surrounding the other two craft did the same.
Immediately blaster fire rang out and Destavol watched as the point-man for his team was hit four times in the chest. The rebel was met with roughly twenty or more bolts to his. The space was tight, and Destavol did not like combat like this. "Move slowly, there is no rush because these scum are going no where. Private Hill, drag Private Nuvi out of here, he may still be saved." With no response the men moved up and Private Hill began dragging the near dead Private Nuvi out of the craft. Finally the Fire-Team entered the more open main bay of the landing craft, where they met the remaining 5 rebels still alive on this craft. The rebels had dug in and fortified themselves behind supply crates and benches that had been torn off the walls and flipped up. "FALL BACK FALL BACK!!" ordered Destavol. And his men immediately dropped back down to the entrance. Destavol took a flash bang grenade from his back and twisted it to activate it. He watched the timer count down from 8 and threw it at about 3. In seconds a lound BANG rang out and the troopers all rushed in to pick off the remaining forces.
It took little time to wipe them out, as they were blinded, deaf, and the concussion in this tight of an area had even caused injury to some of them. Though still at the ready, the team was now searching the corpses to identify the Colonel. Not seeing him Destavol frowned under his helmet. "Alright boys, fall back to outside. I need two gentlemen to unload these supply crates for confiscation but other wise were are going to blow these birds." ordered the Sergeant. He could still hear blaster fire from one of the landing craft but it only lasted a few moments after he exited the one he and his team had pacified. He glanced over to see Corporal Walters with a man in white over his shoulders. "EXCELLENT WORK! Is that our man Coproral?!" asked the Sergeant excitedly as he rushed over. "Yes sir I believe it is!" Destavol now stood over his first official prize to the Empire upon taking command of his Platoon. "Great work Corporal. This is him. Have your boys unload any and all munitions off of those birds and then have dets placed in them for proper disposal." replied Destavol as he crouched over the incapacitated Colonel. He placed binders over his wrist then stood up and signaled to the VSD Advocate "Advocate, this is Sergeant Gin. Mission successful. We are ready to come home..."
-Fin-
0500hrs
12-14-09
It was 5am. The previous mission had been a success but the interrogation of the prisoners had taken longer than Sergeant Gin had liked. Of course it did not take long once Gin began performing more "old school" methods of interrogation, involving electricity and fire. He yawned and stretched, and scratched his head as he sat up in the uncomfortable bunk that had been afforded to him in the MCC. He looked at the time and rubbed his eyes then looked again to make sure his eyes were correct. He had not even got out of his armor, the Sergeant was so tired he just crashed out in the armor. By now the shift change between the forces he left aboard the VSD Advocate and the ones that had worked all day should have already happened. He knew that at least Corporal Walters was still on duty. Wanting not to waste any more time he placed his helmet on, grabbed his weapons, checked them then rearmed himself before walking outside.
Destavol gazed off into the distance, and watched as the sun began to rise over the desert. Its golden red glow just was breaking over the dunes and hills of the Tarcel desert. If there was one thing he did have to admit about desert planets, it was that the sun breaks and sun sets were amazing. Changing his focus he turned to see two Privates standing at attention before the two prisoners, whom were blindfolded, shackled and on their knees. He walked up and the two Privates stood a little bit straighter. "So gentlemen what seems to be the issue here? Why are you not in T'Pal with the rest of your platoon?" asked the Sergeant. The taller of the two Privates answered quickly. "Sir we were assigned by Corporal Walters to stand guard over the two prisoners." Destavol cringed at the thought of two men just standing around doing nothing, so he drew his brand new DL-44 placed it to the back of each prisoner's head and pulled the trigger. At this close of range there was still a reasonable amount of blood splatter, which got onto the two Private's uniforms. Destavol then holstered his sidearm and pointed towards T'Pal. "Doesn't look like you have any more prisoners to guard so go fix us some coffee eh?" replied Destavol.
Not wanting to question the Sergeant after the display of sheer brutality, the two hurried off to fix food and coffee for the Sergeant and themselves. Destavol smiled, he was not a violent man but he hated terrorist and anyone who aided them. He caught the shorter Private by the arm before he could run off. "Now it only takes one man to prepare breakfast. As for you I think these two men have payed their debt, and deserve a proper burial. See to it that I do not smell these corpses Private. Once finished fall in with the rest of the Platoon once they all get here.
Planet D'Skar, Tarcel Desert, Outside the MCC Voyager
0800hrs
The entire 2nd Platoon had been called to attention. Some were still tired from the previous day, but in this situation Destavol did not care as he was working on the same amount of sleep, in fact less due to the interrogation. With his men assembled he was going over step by step the assault they were about to lay down on the incoming Alliance insurgents. His orders were to kill everyone, but capture the good Colonel Yuclipse alive if possible. It took no time for the forces to move out and intercept the incoming alliance Company. With the Empire catching them off guard it was a slaughter fest.
Upon reaching the insertion point, 2nd Platoon had arrived about the same time that the three drop ships were coming down. Destavol had his men wait until all three had firmly landed and opened ramps before opening fire, this would ensure that they could not quickly jump back up. Once all three had done so, it was obvious that the Alliance had no idea that the Empire was waiting on them as the rebel scum began walking out as if they were back at home. Surrounded, and unprepared the Alliance had no chance to even consider reacting to the assault.
"FIRE!" ordered Sergeant Gin, and within seconds a stream of red bolts came spraying towards the three landing craft. Destavol himself had gone prone and began sharpshooting with his E-11, picking off men both outside and inside the landing craft. The stream of E-Web bolts crashed against the sides of the landing craft, and with their shields dropped for landing it took no time to cripple the three craft. "AIM FOR THE ENGINES SO THEY CAN'T FLY!!" ordered the Sergeant. With that said the engines became nothing more than an orange glow and ash. The men and women aboard the landing craft had no choice but to rush out in a blaze of glory and hope for the best. streams of green and red bolts mixed came flying towards Destavol and his men as wave after wave began exiting the craft. "HEAVY WEAPONS!! CUT DOWN THAT INFANTRY!!!" ordered Destavol, and in moments the once dangerous rebels were now smoldering piles of swiss cheese with smoke still boiling out of their bodies. "ALPHA AND BETA!! MOVE IN FOR CAPTURE OF LANDING CRAFT!!" yelled Destavol, who also folded his stock and set his weapon to full auto.
In a charge of marvelous bravery the men and women of 2nd Platoon that were not sharpshooting or operating the heavy weapons charged in to take control of the landing craft. It took little time to surround the craft. Estimating the bodies around the craft, Destavol knew there still had to be nearly 20 men still alive and he did not see the notorious white officer's uniform so that meant the Colonel was still alive. About the time he was ready for entrance a message came over his Com-Link. "Sergeant Gin this is Captain Tullov of the VSD Advocate. We have destroyed the M/CRV Telepathy. Repeat, target destroyed." This put a big smile across his face, but it did not last for long as he did not want to be distracted from his current task. He and 7 other troopers stood outside the open ramp of the landing craft. Destavol waved a go ahead to his troops to enter, with him taking the rear. The Fire-Team leaders surrounding the other two craft did the same.
Immediately blaster fire rang out and Destavol watched as the point-man for his team was hit four times in the chest. The rebel was met with roughly twenty or more bolts to his. The space was tight, and Destavol did not like combat like this. "Move slowly, there is no rush because these scum are going no where. Private Hill, drag Private Nuvi out of here, he may still be saved." With no response the men moved up and Private Hill began dragging the near dead Private Nuvi out of the craft. Finally the Fire-Team entered the more open main bay of the landing craft, where they met the remaining 5 rebels still alive on this craft. The rebels had dug in and fortified themselves behind supply crates and benches that had been torn off the walls and flipped up. "FALL BACK FALL BACK!!" ordered Destavol. And his men immediately dropped back down to the entrance. Destavol took a flash bang grenade from his back and twisted it to activate it. He watched the timer count down from 8 and threw it at about 3. In seconds a lound BANG rang out and the troopers all rushed in to pick off the remaining forces.
It took little time to wipe them out, as they were blinded, deaf, and the concussion in this tight of an area had even caused injury to some of them. Though still at the ready, the team was now searching the corpses to identify the Colonel. Not seeing him Destavol frowned under his helmet. "Alright boys, fall back to outside. I need two gentlemen to unload these supply crates for confiscation but other wise were are going to blow these birds." ordered the Sergeant. He could still hear blaster fire from one of the landing craft but it only lasted a few moments after he exited the one he and his team had pacified. He glanced over to see Corporal Walters with a man in white over his shoulders. "EXCELLENT WORK! Is that our man Coproral?!" asked the Sergeant excitedly as he rushed over. "Yes sir I believe it is!" Destavol now stood over his first official prize to the Empire upon taking command of his Platoon. "Great work Corporal. This is him. Have your boys unload any and all munitions off of those birds and then have dets placed in them for proper disposal." replied Destavol as he crouched over the incapacitated Colonel. He placed binders over his wrist then stood up and signaled to the VSD Advocate "Advocate, this is Sergeant Gin. Mission successful. We are ready to come home..."
-Fin-
SGT Gin / Hornet P2L / 2nd Brigade / Imperial Army
"I am a Demon.."
"I am a Demon.."