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Post by bruinfamer on Aug 2, 2009 18:35:03 GMT -5
The stars whizzed by as the fleet was enroute to the Taris system. Don sat aboard the bridge of the Daemon, an MC90 Class Star Cruiser. Being gazed upon the stars, a trooper got Don's attention.
"Sir, Mad Dog has reported the cargo is at our destination. It should be leaving at any time."
Don rubbed his chin, looking at the grid coordinates of the planet and where exactly the cargo was. It was the perfect place for extraction. "Good work. Prepare the assault team, we're making a quick drop off. Have the Daemon travel to the other side of the planet and await orders. Tell the Haemon to be ready right when we exit hyperspace."
"Yes sir."
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Post by bruinfamer on Aug 2, 2009 19:25:14 GMT -5
Various ships entered and left the Taris system, families going on vacations to the luxurious parts of the planet, freighters entering and leaving the system so they could get a paycheck, and the hidden criminal elements on the past war zone planet. There was one criminal organization known for taking hostages, extortion, and weapon and drug smuggling, along with other crimes; RAM, Riestra and Miedvel. They were twin brothers from Corellia who were known for their Criminal Organization. They had broken their ways into the Taris Government and Local Law Enforcement, paying the executives and police to keep their business to themselves and not to bother them. Hell, you could say that they ran the entire planet.
At the RAM Base, deep within the ground sat 30 Mercenary soldiers, who were arrested on Taris for budding into the wrong business. One of the Mercenaries, Tara, a Duro Merc looking for work on Taris. She was the leader of the other 29 Mercs, all looking for work ever since the Republic regained control in the Core Worlds. She watched as the guards walked by, gazing at her looks. Looks could be deceiving, though...
"What you looking at, tubs? You aint my type."
The other mercs laughed at their leaders joke, the guard staring at her and then pulling a Stun gun from his holster and fired it at her. Tara fell back to the ground, two of her comrades catching her. She looked at the guard as he smiled and continued on, then passed out.
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Post by bruinfamer on Aug 21, 2009 10:36:55 GMT -5
The Daemon lept out of hyperspace, far out of site from the Taris system. Don was in the hangar bay with 15 Jet Troopers. They were going to bust out 30 Mercenaries from RAM. It was rumored that the HQ held some nifty supplies that could improve ships of all kinds, this would be their second objective. Their Primary Objective would be to free the Mercs and get them the hell out of there. The troops gathered in front of Don who stood in front of their transportation, two Dragoons that would drop them off, and an additional 3 Dragoons that would pick the Mercs up.
"Alright, listen up. We're going deep underground in Taris to release 30 Mercenaries. The enemy is well trained and well equiped. They will stop at nothing to stop us, so be ready for the worst. If there aren't any questions, mount up!" The Jet troopers poured into their designaged Dragoons and Don followed them. The Dragoons roared to life and exited the hangar bay. They began their flight towards Taris as the Daemon entered hyperspace...
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Post by bruinfamer on Nov 8, 2009 1:19:06 GMT -5
The transports did a quick flyby over the target area as the packages were dropped. Don Marka dropped down, landing on the roof of the enemy stronghold, followed by the jet troopers. The sun began setting behind the skyscrapers of Taris, a planet torn up by war in the past. This was the perfect time to free the trapper mercenaries.
"Delta Leader, procede with the primary mission."
"Roger that, Rogue." said Delta. The 16 man team double checked their weapons and proceded to the ventilation. Two of the marines dropped gas down the vents, which would paralyze the people in the compound for the most part. The marines then placed their gas masks over their faces and set explosives on weakpoints of the building. The explosives detonated and the marines dropped into the building.
Marka began walking down the hall, watching as the people in the building fell to their knees coughing up blood. The gas wouldn't kill them, it would only cause them to fall asleep for the next 24 hours, plenty of time for team to complete its objective.
Traveling down the flights of stairs, Marka saw the doorway an area that was not very well lit, but heard laughing and a womens voice there. He motioned for the marines to be on full alert, that this was probably the area they needed to be.
Approaching the doorway, Marka peered his head into the room, seeing two guards walking back and forth. There were about 30 prisoners in two cells. Taking out a flash grenade, Marka tossed it into the room, and two seconds later hearing a loud bang. The team quickly stormed the room, with the guards and prisoners temporarily blinded. As the guards were quickly subdued, Marka shot out the locks to the cells with the prisoners stumbling out.
Tara gained her sight back as she watched the marines secure the area. "What the fuck is this...'' she said in a calm, low voice. "Who are you?"
"A friend of a friend. We'll explain later when we get back to space."
"Space, well I hope we got a nice ship." said Tara. "You have any guns for us?"
Don looked at her, staring into the blankness of her eyes. "Absolutely not. If you wanna live, follow us." he said, reaching for his comlink. "Flight leader, meet us at the pick up point."
"That's a 10-4, Rogue. ETA 2 minutes."
"2 minutes?! How does he expect us to do-" Tara said before she could finish her sentence. An explosion rocked the furthest wall, exposing the city life of Taris. Don walked over to the hole as the air swooped into the room, clearing out some of the lighter items. "Welcome to Taris." said Don as one of the LAATs swooped by. Don filed on, followed by Tara and some of the mercs along with some of the troops. The LAATs then headed back to the ship. The ship then jumped into hyperspace.
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