Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 25, 2007 0:07:05 GMT -5
Mandalorian Warrior:
" Alright son, hold it steady. As you breath in then release, squeeze the trigger. Don't pull it... just squeeze. Too much, just the tip of your finger. Thats it, zero in. Take aim, center mass. Always aim center mass at this distance. "
" I know Father... We've been through this a million times..."
" Well then do it right. " Words from long ago danced through his mind, almost distracting him from the here and now.
" Do it right... heh, I do it better than you ever have Old Man. " Ralt closed the other eye, cheek pushing against the butt of the blaster. Chest rose slighty, then fell. He counted, a small draw in of his finger and light arc'd off the end of the weapon. A hole carterized its way through the center of the sentry the man toppled face firs slumping down to vanish behind the small wall surrounding the tower gate tower. His foot patrol friend already dead, not more than 3 meters from the Mandalorians current location lacerations around his neck, eyes bugged out. Tongue protruding; The handy work of a garrote wire.
He lifted up the T visored helmet placing it back onto his head after brushing aside the grass patern giley suit. The thruster pack he wore launching him forward sending him over the gate and onto the tower next to it. Sliding inside through the opening to kneel down next to the dead watchman, lifting him up to place him leaning against the roof pillar. Facing away from the compound once more. Quickly ducking back down to make sure he went unnoticed. " Lazy... "
His mark was not a person for once, it was a ship. A special one to be exact, he was hired to sneak in and steal it.. Belgorath was an easy planet on entry and exit. Being on the edge of the Core Worlds sector it made it relatively easy to avoid planetary defenses and Corsec. Not far from this 'outpost' was the city of Belgar. His contact was there, he was supposed to meet them between here and the city. To exchange the other half ot he currency and the ship. An easy fastbreak sort of way to make credits. Sensors indicated two more roving guards and one more sentry on the wall.
The ship was below, near the center left side of the structure. A fast, small star fighter. Build for rapid insurgence and possessing a hyperdrive was supposed to be a prototype. Sleeker, quicker... who knew, it was all the same speech. Next step is always better, not that he couldn't wait to get inside of it and see what it had to offer...
Kneeling to open the hatchway leading below he lowered himself dropping as light as he could in his armor. Inside the tower he descended the ramp till he was at the door entry/exit. Glancing outwards, " Now... to get from point D to E... " He reached behind him, pulling out a small explosive charge angling the petal like head towards the pathway between himself and the central tents, buildings and buildings. A button pushed and it opens up, very much like a flower. The sensory head shooting off invisible in the lighting to touch sides with a tent. Stopping there.
Turning he headed down the inner hallway, which was more like a hollowed out ring that surrounded the campset up. This "mercenary" camp were slackers, undisciplined, lazy and they kept poor care of their gear. Which was already inferior. He walked quickly the sound of a door opening inside of the 'ring' caused him to pause dropping his gloved hand down to the hip holster fingers curling around the blasters pommel, ready to snap up.
A woman. Attractive, dressed in a loose long shift stepped out carrying a platter of food. Ralt slammed his shoulders into the wall, turning so he wouldn't be seen around the outcropping that jutted between the archway. Waiting for her to pass, she seemed to stop. Causing the Mandalorian to freeze up, counting again. Something about her seemed off, something he couldn't place.
" Hello? " Came a voice. Throaty, strong seeming, even sexy in its own right. He ignored it, ignored her. Still she spoke, " Is someone there? " Silence, then another, " Hello, anyone? "
{Get lost lady, before you regret it.} His thoughts racing as his hand lifted abit. Weapon rising with it as he prepared to take her down. Footsteps followed his hand dropped releasing a breath of air into his helmet. He felt the sudden urge to shoot her with a stun shot but ignored it. Letting her round the corner, heading to the door she just left. Glancing in to make sure it was clear.
He thought back, counted in his mind paces. Gauged how far off the man would be. Soon, he needed to hurry.
Sprinting now down the hallway, tossing caution aside he made it to the turn towards the east. Same set up as last hall, just one giant ring. He came to a sliding halt as the archway came in view. Now positioned across from the other sentry, he dropped to a knee. Put his shoulder to the wall, and took aim.
4...
3...
2...
BKOOM!!! The explosion rocked one side of the compound. Explosive pellets spraying outwards in a 90 degree arc to pepper the surrounding area with small metal blades. Death to anyone in it. Being that patrolman.
1...
He pulled down on the trigger as the Sentry spun around about ready to scream the alarm. Not that it was needed, not that he could, not as the giant hole punched its way through his esophogas. Exiting out the back of his neck.
" Bad shot. " He muttered, slinging the weapon over his shoulder to rest aside the Merr-Sonn JT-12. Boosters kicking off sending him sailing through the air towards the canvas that was over the ship. Landing ontop of it as a shot rang past his head. His jetpacks burner searing a hole through the fabric to admit him entrance without tangling. Landing as more shots went by over head. He drew up one of the Deathhammers. Running to the side of the ship, a form leapt up. Almost blindsiding him as it swung a welding torch forth, trying to attack the invader.
Two shots, one in the thigh, one in the abdomen dropped the mechanic. " Idiot. " He growled out, pulling up the cracker that he was given for the mission. Punching in the initialization code. " Now to just wait for it to splice. " He turned around setting his back to it. Shouts outside, hallers. They were surrounding him.
Not the brightest course of actions but... his confidence won the best of him. Or was it ego? It didn't matter, the sound of a click behind him and the hatch to the starfighter opening had his attention now. A part of the tent ripped away, a man holding a blast shield stood at the ready, behind him another man with a ion cannon took aim on the Mandalorian who was climbing into the choobiepit.
" Don't fire! You'll hit the ship. "
" He's taking it anyways! "
Too late, Ralt waved at the men as it sealed down around him firing up the vehicle.
" A blasted Mandalorian... scum!!! "
The thrusters shot out, the ship lifted and raced off first towards the wall, only to be roughly pulled upwards. " Kandosii!!! Standard controls... not bad, its smooth. " He remarked, clear of the canvas he could see they were indeed surrounding him. Turrets were already turning towards his direction, prepared to open fire. " Not good, lets see just how fast you are... Cougar, that sounds like a grand name. Going to call you Cougar while we get acquainted. Lets do this. " He told himself... told the ship. Spinning it into a barrel-roll as it launched higher into the atmosphere, twisting from the path of cannon fire.
His heart swallowed into his gut sitting there in his belly warming it with vomit as he clutched the joystick. Regaining his equilibrium as more lanes of fire surrounded him, forming an X about the ship. Dipping it he dropped suddenly almost like he was stalling out only to slam back on the stick. A loopity loop being pulled of one of the wings being grazed. " Best stop playing... " He rumbled out as the ship vibrated, red warning lights flashing up everywhere. Streaking off across the sky towards the pick up point. Three blips appearing on the screen. " Hrm... looks like I'll have to clear the skies first. "
" Te racin ka’ra juaan kote...
" Alright son, hold it steady. As you breath in then release, squeeze the trigger. Don't pull it... just squeeze. Too much, just the tip of your finger. Thats it, zero in. Take aim, center mass. Always aim center mass at this distance. "
" I know Father... We've been through this a million times..."
" Well then do it right. " Words from long ago danced through his mind, almost distracting him from the here and now.
" Do it right... heh, I do it better than you ever have Old Man. " Ralt closed the other eye, cheek pushing against the butt of the blaster. Chest rose slighty, then fell. He counted, a small draw in of his finger and light arc'd off the end of the weapon. A hole carterized its way through the center of the sentry the man toppled face firs slumping down to vanish behind the small wall surrounding the tower gate tower. His foot patrol friend already dead, not more than 3 meters from the Mandalorians current location lacerations around his neck, eyes bugged out. Tongue protruding; The handy work of a garrote wire.
He lifted up the T visored helmet placing it back onto his head after brushing aside the grass patern giley suit. The thruster pack he wore launching him forward sending him over the gate and onto the tower next to it. Sliding inside through the opening to kneel down next to the dead watchman, lifting him up to place him leaning against the roof pillar. Facing away from the compound once more. Quickly ducking back down to make sure he went unnoticed. " Lazy... "
His mark was not a person for once, it was a ship. A special one to be exact, he was hired to sneak in and steal it.. Belgorath was an easy planet on entry and exit. Being on the edge of the Core Worlds sector it made it relatively easy to avoid planetary defenses and Corsec. Not far from this 'outpost' was the city of Belgar. His contact was there, he was supposed to meet them between here and the city. To exchange the other half ot he currency and the ship. An easy fastbreak sort of way to make credits. Sensors indicated two more roving guards and one more sentry on the wall.
The ship was below, near the center left side of the structure. A fast, small star fighter. Build for rapid insurgence and possessing a hyperdrive was supposed to be a prototype. Sleeker, quicker... who knew, it was all the same speech. Next step is always better, not that he couldn't wait to get inside of it and see what it had to offer...
Kneeling to open the hatchway leading below he lowered himself dropping as light as he could in his armor. Inside the tower he descended the ramp till he was at the door entry/exit. Glancing outwards, " Now... to get from point D to E... " He reached behind him, pulling out a small explosive charge angling the petal like head towards the pathway between himself and the central tents, buildings and buildings. A button pushed and it opens up, very much like a flower. The sensory head shooting off invisible in the lighting to touch sides with a tent. Stopping there.
Turning he headed down the inner hallway, which was more like a hollowed out ring that surrounded the campset up. This "mercenary" camp were slackers, undisciplined, lazy and they kept poor care of their gear. Which was already inferior. He walked quickly the sound of a door opening inside of the 'ring' caused him to pause dropping his gloved hand down to the hip holster fingers curling around the blasters pommel, ready to snap up.
A woman. Attractive, dressed in a loose long shift stepped out carrying a platter of food. Ralt slammed his shoulders into the wall, turning so he wouldn't be seen around the outcropping that jutted between the archway. Waiting for her to pass, she seemed to stop. Causing the Mandalorian to freeze up, counting again. Something about her seemed off, something he couldn't place.
" Hello? " Came a voice. Throaty, strong seeming, even sexy in its own right. He ignored it, ignored her. Still she spoke, " Is someone there? " Silence, then another, " Hello, anyone? "
{Get lost lady, before you regret it.} His thoughts racing as his hand lifted abit. Weapon rising with it as he prepared to take her down. Footsteps followed his hand dropped releasing a breath of air into his helmet. He felt the sudden urge to shoot her with a stun shot but ignored it. Letting her round the corner, heading to the door she just left. Glancing in to make sure it was clear.
He thought back, counted in his mind paces. Gauged how far off the man would be. Soon, he needed to hurry.
Sprinting now down the hallway, tossing caution aside he made it to the turn towards the east. Same set up as last hall, just one giant ring. He came to a sliding halt as the archway came in view. Now positioned across from the other sentry, he dropped to a knee. Put his shoulder to the wall, and took aim.
4...
3...
2...
BKOOM!!! The explosion rocked one side of the compound. Explosive pellets spraying outwards in a 90 degree arc to pepper the surrounding area with small metal blades. Death to anyone in it. Being that patrolman.
1...
He pulled down on the trigger as the Sentry spun around about ready to scream the alarm. Not that it was needed, not that he could, not as the giant hole punched its way through his esophogas. Exiting out the back of his neck.
" Bad shot. " He muttered, slinging the weapon over his shoulder to rest aside the Merr-Sonn JT-12. Boosters kicking off sending him sailing through the air towards the canvas that was over the ship. Landing ontop of it as a shot rang past his head. His jetpacks burner searing a hole through the fabric to admit him entrance without tangling. Landing as more shots went by over head. He drew up one of the Deathhammers. Running to the side of the ship, a form leapt up. Almost blindsiding him as it swung a welding torch forth, trying to attack the invader.
Two shots, one in the thigh, one in the abdomen dropped the mechanic. " Idiot. " He growled out, pulling up the cracker that he was given for the mission. Punching in the initialization code. " Now to just wait for it to splice. " He turned around setting his back to it. Shouts outside, hallers. They were surrounding him.
Not the brightest course of actions but... his confidence won the best of him. Or was it ego? It didn't matter, the sound of a click behind him and the hatch to the starfighter opening had his attention now. A part of the tent ripped away, a man holding a blast shield stood at the ready, behind him another man with a ion cannon took aim on the Mandalorian who was climbing into the choobiepit.
" Don't fire! You'll hit the ship. "
" He's taking it anyways! "
Too late, Ralt waved at the men as it sealed down around him firing up the vehicle.
" A blasted Mandalorian... scum!!! "
The thrusters shot out, the ship lifted and raced off first towards the wall, only to be roughly pulled upwards. " Kandosii!!! Standard controls... not bad, its smooth. " He remarked, clear of the canvas he could see they were indeed surrounding him. Turrets were already turning towards his direction, prepared to open fire. " Not good, lets see just how fast you are... Cougar, that sounds like a grand name. Going to call you Cougar while we get acquainted. Lets do this. " He told himself... told the ship. Spinning it into a barrel-roll as it launched higher into the atmosphere, twisting from the path of cannon fire.
His heart swallowed into his gut sitting there in his belly warming it with vomit as he clutched the joystick. Regaining his equilibrium as more lanes of fire surrounded him, forming an X about the ship. Dipping it he dropped suddenly almost like he was stalling out only to slam back on the stick. A loopity loop being pulled of one of the wings being grazed. " Best stop playing... " He rumbled out as the ship vibrated, red warning lights flashing up everywhere. Streaking off across the sky towards the pick up point. Three blips appearing on the screen. " Hrm... looks like I'll have to clear the skies first. "
" Te racin ka’ra juaan kote...
