Now, although I have Scenario 2 in draft form, I have an assessment this week that takes precedence but, when that's out of the way, I will make sure it goes up. However, here are the results from the last one, in story form...
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Teeth placed his charge on the wall, calling back to his partner as he did,
“How you doing Slim?”
“Nearly there.” His partner called, placing his demolition pack on the underside of the shield generator. Rolling backwards as it beeped to confirm it was armed, he yelled to his partner.
“Go, go, go!”
Teeth detonated the charge, blowing a hole in the wall as Slim ran towards him. Barely slowing, Slim leapt through the gap, kicking a droid to the floor as he did.
“Clear!” He yelled as Teeth came to follow him. Suddenly, several laser bolts ploughed into the floor beside him, forcing him into cover.
“They’re on us!” He called. Leaning round the corner, he saw a lumbering B3 droid coming towards him. “We have trouble.”
“And that’s not all!” His partner called. “They’re inside!”
Slim spun back to the broken wall, glancing into the control room. Sure enough, several droids were moving in, trying to remove the charge.
“Frag out,” Teeth yelled as he hurled a grenade into their midst, “I think it’s time to leave.” Vaulting through the wall, he sprinted towards the extraction point.
“You get the door,” Slim called, firing into the control room “I’ll hold them here.”
“Sergeant, where are you?” Roared Teeth as he dodged the incoming shots of the B3.His was answered by a fusillade of laser bolts as the Clones opened fire, causing the B3 to reel as it was struck repeatedly.
"We have your back.” The sergeant’s voice crackled over the intercom, “Let’s get this done.”
Teeth hurriedly placed his charge on the door, blowing it apart.
“Slim, we gotta go!”
“On your six!” Came the reply as Slim broke away, sprinting across towards his partner.
The Clone’s intercom was suddenly interrupted by a scream. Glancing across at the Clones, Slim saw the B3 unleashing a salvo of rockets that tore them apart.
Sliding into cover he took careful aim, firing shot into the rear of the B3. Convulsing as its core systems were compromised, the massive droid turned towards Slim, his rocket launchers hurling munitions his way.
“Kark!” Slim cursed, scrambling to his feet as he tried to avoid the blast. The missiles detonated just as he stood, throwing him from his feet and slamming him through a wall. Coughing, he tried to stand as the his shielding failed, but his legs buckled underneath him, and he collapsed. Running from cover, Teeth dragged his comrade to his feet, and began to drag him away, when a silhouette appeared over them. Turning slowly, he saw the massive arm of the B3 rise to target them both.
“Not like this...” He breathed, waiting for the crack of the droid’s cannon.
THOOM
Teeth winced, then opened his eyes. The B3 tottered slowly, then fell sideways, a gaping hole in its side.
“ARCs, this is CT-3345, Guns. Sergeant is dead, but you are free to go. Good luck.”
“Good work trooper,” replied Teeth. “ARCs out.”
“Hold on Slim,” he whispered to his unconscious partner, as he dragged him into the lift shaft that would take them to the roof, and evacuation.
Propping up his friend, Teeth crouched next to him, gun ready, as the lift rose. Counting under his breath, he paused at five and listened as the sound of the detonation charges reverberated up the lift shaft. Opening a comm channel he contacted his pilot.
“Raptor, this is Teeth. Mission is a success, but Slim is down. We will need emergency medical supplies, inform HQ.”
Placing his hand on his partner’s shoulder as the affirmative reply came in, Teeth spoke aloud,
“Hang on. Just hang on, and we’ll be out of here.”
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Results: Republic Victory.
Slim is pretty mashed up, so we'll see what happens there later on in the story...
Stay tuned for the next Scenario that follows this...
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