Post by Clone nine on Jan 25, 2008 10:17:47 GMT 1
Title: Ambush
Author: Clone nine / trager / clon89
Characters: original - but it doesn't really matter
Genre: drama
Rating: PG / PG-13
Summary: An ambush, and that is all I am willing to tell
Disclaimer: I don't own starwars, but the characters are my own.
Notes: This is the mix of an unhappy RPG character, with a bit to much control over my imagination and the influence of my Danish teacher and all her talk about different writing styles that have had influence on Danish literature during the last two hundred years… odd mix, I know, but hope you'll like this anyway… Oh and by the way this is a one shot
The sky over Nar Shadda had started to darken and where there was no lights darkness was falling rapidly.
This particular sector was quite silent, which was not that strange considering that it was almost abandoned. In the middle of the sector stood a high skyscraper. One that was higher that all the others around it. Its top almost reached the soaring landing platforms and their connecting bridges which had been built over the city almost like a giant spider web. The skyscraper looked very derelict, enough so that not even the bravest of scrap gatherers would venture into it. And of course that was the reason why it looked the way it did.
It had been very carefully modified to make it look derelict and empty. Just like its location had been carefully picked out, to have as few people pass by it as possible. Few people on the moon knew of this, knew what was hidden in the building, but some did…
The two men had not been in the building for long when the first of the soldiers arrived. They moved slowly, careful to avoid detection. The soldiers were well trained and knew exactly what to do. There was no hesitation, no doubt among them. Their job was to keep their base safe and therefore to capture or kill the intruders. They could not be allowed to get away and tell others of the base.
As the soldiers were heading towards the skyscraper the intruders were headed for the exit. They thought the soldiers were approaching from the roof of the building, where they had entered, and therefore they were headed down towards another exit, one five levels below the roof. Of course the only information they had about the soldiers had come from what they thought was the base security system, which was in fact not a security system, but a program designed to look like a security system in order to make the soldiers able to con intruders into heading for the exit five levels below the roof. And so the intruders were unknowingly headed right into the soldiers ambush.
As the two intruders exited the building they walked out onto a small landing platform that sat on the side of the building. According to the maps they had seen on the "security system" there was a bridge here leading to another building. This was actually true, what the "security system" had not told the intruders though was that there was several ways of the landing platform and that they were all covered by soldiers ready to shoot anybody trying to get pass them.
"Here they are." A quiet voice said over the soldiers comm system. Every one of the soldiers were ready to perform their tasks, but even so they were going to fail, because there was something they did not know. Something that would transform their carefully planned and exercised trap into a catastrophe.
One of the intruders stopped as soon as he was out of the building. While looking around he took out his comm link and spoke in to it. He only gave one short command, but it was enough to ruin the day for the soldiers.
The command the intruder gave over his commlink was quickly answered, but not in words. No, it was answered in beeps. Because on the other end of the commlink was a droid. Actually it was an astromech droid, of the type known as artounits to be precise. It was sitting in its socket onboard the x-wing its master owned. It had been sulking, hoping in vain for something to shoot at and perhaps kill, but nothing had come along. Now with this new command, and the prospect of something to shoot at and kill, it came to life. Quickly it fired up the x-wing's engines. They had only been on standby so it took just a few seconds to start them. When the engines were ready it killed all lights on the x-wings and headed out to pick up its owner.
On the landing pad the one of the intruders who had called for his x-wing was smiling even as he was firing back on the soldiers. The other beside him was not so happy. They had both taken cower behind an old wrecked fighter that lay on the landing platform close to the wall.
The soldiers were all around them, and they were all sure that success was close by. And it was, just not for them.
One of the intruders, the one who had not called for the x-wing, suddenly smiled and ducked around the fighter. He headed for the middle of the landing platform and took down several soldiers as he ran. In the middle of the platform he took cover behind some crates. They were not the kind that would provide cover for long, should the soldiers start shooting at them, but the intruder did not care. He did not mean to stay there very long. He had a plan.
And his plan worked. Several of the soldiers became overconfident when they saw the move. They headed towards the lone intruder on the middle of the platform and that became their death. Others, the smarter ones, stayed where they were and started to shoot at the crates in hopes of getting a shot in at the intruder. In doing so they felt them self incredibly clever and they became convinced that they would have success.
The intruder however only smiled when the crates started to demolish around him. His plan was working perfectly. He got ready for his next move and was just about to brake from his cover, when his plan failed. There was one factor he had not taken into account. One little mistake, not that it was really his fault. His plan was good, but he did not know everything and so he did not protect himself from shots coming from the direction of the shot that killed him.
The other intruder had stayed patiently by the wall. He did not need to run off like his accomplice. All he needed was patience. He was waiting for his ride out of there, but more than that he was waiting for his chance to shoot his companion. To finally get rid of him.
The intruder by the wall was the first to notice it. The x-wing that is. The noise of an x-wing's engines, when it is coming to a halt in mid air, is not very loud when there is a fire fight going on around it. That the x-wing even got so close to the building with out being noticed was the fault of the soldiers' scouts. They had been so focused on the fire fight that they had forgotten all about their duties. So the x-wing, that had come from below, had been allowed to slip all the way up to the landing platform's underside and now it was hovering just beneath the platform with one wing under the platform and the cockpit right at the edge, to make the jump as easy as possible for its owner and pilot.
The intruder by the wall, who was the owner and pilot of the x-wing, to a careful look around the platform before quickly running to the side of the platform, where the x-wing was hovering. He then turned around and looked at his fellow intruder, who by now had forgotten all about him, and lifted his blaster.
"I win." He yelled and fired his blaster. The other intruder turned around just in time for the blaster bolt to hit him in the front of the head in stead of the back of the head. He died immediately. While he died the, now only, live intruder greeted his artounit and jumped into the x-wing. The cockpit closed above him and he quickly strapped in.
The soldiers who saw all this were confused. Why would one of the intruders shoot the other? They asked themselves, but they found no answers, because they had to turn their attention towards the x-wing. The problem now became that they had been so sure that the intruders would be on foot that they had not brought any weapons with which to fight an Incom T-65 x-wing starfighter. They could only stand and look as the x-wing flew over them, blasting them all to pieces. The smarter ones of the soldiers threw themselves behind what cover they could find, but there was nothing close that would save them from the blaster cannons onboard the x-wing. Some of the dumber ones threw themselves over the side of the bridges they were standing on. The lucky, or perhaps not so lucky depends on ones point of view, were allowed to plummet to the bottom of the chasms between the building, where they died when they hit the hard surfaces below. Others were caught by the fire from the x-wings blaster cannons and where killed instantaneously.
By the time the x-wing left the area there was no soldiers left alive. No one to tell the tale of what had happened that day except the surviving intruder and his arounit. Though they are not likely to ever tell it since sharing, or bragging for that matter, is not in their nature.
Author: Clone nine / trager / clon89
Characters: original - but it doesn't really matter
Genre: drama
Rating: PG / PG-13
Summary: An ambush, and that is all I am willing to tell
Disclaimer: I don't own starwars, but the characters are my own.
Notes: This is the mix of an unhappy RPG character, with a bit to much control over my imagination and the influence of my Danish teacher and all her talk about different writing styles that have had influence on Danish literature during the last two hundred years… odd mix, I know, but hope you'll like this anyway… Oh and by the way this is a one shot
The sky over Nar Shadda had started to darken and where there was no lights darkness was falling rapidly.
This particular sector was quite silent, which was not that strange considering that it was almost abandoned. In the middle of the sector stood a high skyscraper. One that was higher that all the others around it. Its top almost reached the soaring landing platforms and their connecting bridges which had been built over the city almost like a giant spider web. The skyscraper looked very derelict, enough so that not even the bravest of scrap gatherers would venture into it. And of course that was the reason why it looked the way it did.
It had been very carefully modified to make it look derelict and empty. Just like its location had been carefully picked out, to have as few people pass by it as possible. Few people on the moon knew of this, knew what was hidden in the building, but some did…
The two men had not been in the building for long when the first of the soldiers arrived. They moved slowly, careful to avoid detection. The soldiers were well trained and knew exactly what to do. There was no hesitation, no doubt among them. Their job was to keep their base safe and therefore to capture or kill the intruders. They could not be allowed to get away and tell others of the base.
As the soldiers were heading towards the skyscraper the intruders were headed for the exit. They thought the soldiers were approaching from the roof of the building, where they had entered, and therefore they were headed down towards another exit, one five levels below the roof. Of course the only information they had about the soldiers had come from what they thought was the base security system, which was in fact not a security system, but a program designed to look like a security system in order to make the soldiers able to con intruders into heading for the exit five levels below the roof. And so the intruders were unknowingly headed right into the soldiers ambush.
As the two intruders exited the building they walked out onto a small landing platform that sat on the side of the building. According to the maps they had seen on the "security system" there was a bridge here leading to another building. This was actually true, what the "security system" had not told the intruders though was that there was several ways of the landing platform and that they were all covered by soldiers ready to shoot anybody trying to get pass them.
"Here they are." A quiet voice said over the soldiers comm system. Every one of the soldiers were ready to perform their tasks, but even so they were going to fail, because there was something they did not know. Something that would transform their carefully planned and exercised trap into a catastrophe.
One of the intruders stopped as soon as he was out of the building. While looking around he took out his comm link and spoke in to it. He only gave one short command, but it was enough to ruin the day for the soldiers.
The command the intruder gave over his commlink was quickly answered, but not in words. No, it was answered in beeps. Because on the other end of the commlink was a droid. Actually it was an astromech droid, of the type known as artounits to be precise. It was sitting in its socket onboard the x-wing its master owned. It had been sulking, hoping in vain for something to shoot at and perhaps kill, but nothing had come along. Now with this new command, and the prospect of something to shoot at and kill, it came to life. Quickly it fired up the x-wing's engines. They had only been on standby so it took just a few seconds to start them. When the engines were ready it killed all lights on the x-wings and headed out to pick up its owner.
On the landing pad the one of the intruders who had called for his x-wing was smiling even as he was firing back on the soldiers. The other beside him was not so happy. They had both taken cower behind an old wrecked fighter that lay on the landing platform close to the wall.
The soldiers were all around them, and they were all sure that success was close by. And it was, just not for them.
One of the intruders, the one who had not called for the x-wing, suddenly smiled and ducked around the fighter. He headed for the middle of the landing platform and took down several soldiers as he ran. In the middle of the platform he took cover behind some crates. They were not the kind that would provide cover for long, should the soldiers start shooting at them, but the intruder did not care. He did not mean to stay there very long. He had a plan.
And his plan worked. Several of the soldiers became overconfident when they saw the move. They headed towards the lone intruder on the middle of the platform and that became their death. Others, the smarter ones, stayed where they were and started to shoot at the crates in hopes of getting a shot in at the intruder. In doing so they felt them self incredibly clever and they became convinced that they would have success.
The intruder however only smiled when the crates started to demolish around him. His plan was working perfectly. He got ready for his next move and was just about to brake from his cover, when his plan failed. There was one factor he had not taken into account. One little mistake, not that it was really his fault. His plan was good, but he did not know everything and so he did not protect himself from shots coming from the direction of the shot that killed him.
The other intruder had stayed patiently by the wall. He did not need to run off like his accomplice. All he needed was patience. He was waiting for his ride out of there, but more than that he was waiting for his chance to shoot his companion. To finally get rid of him.
The intruder by the wall was the first to notice it. The x-wing that is. The noise of an x-wing's engines, when it is coming to a halt in mid air, is not very loud when there is a fire fight going on around it. That the x-wing even got so close to the building with out being noticed was the fault of the soldiers' scouts. They had been so focused on the fire fight that they had forgotten all about their duties. So the x-wing, that had come from below, had been allowed to slip all the way up to the landing platform's underside and now it was hovering just beneath the platform with one wing under the platform and the cockpit right at the edge, to make the jump as easy as possible for its owner and pilot.
The intruder by the wall, who was the owner and pilot of the x-wing, to a careful look around the platform before quickly running to the side of the platform, where the x-wing was hovering. He then turned around and looked at his fellow intruder, who by now had forgotten all about him, and lifted his blaster.
"I win." He yelled and fired his blaster. The other intruder turned around just in time for the blaster bolt to hit him in the front of the head in stead of the back of the head. He died immediately. While he died the, now only, live intruder greeted his artounit and jumped into the x-wing. The cockpit closed above him and he quickly strapped in.
The soldiers who saw all this were confused. Why would one of the intruders shoot the other? They asked themselves, but they found no answers, because they had to turn their attention towards the x-wing. The problem now became that they had been so sure that the intruders would be on foot that they had not brought any weapons with which to fight an Incom T-65 x-wing starfighter. They could only stand and look as the x-wing flew over them, blasting them all to pieces. The smarter ones of the soldiers threw themselves behind what cover they could find, but there was nothing close that would save them from the blaster cannons onboard the x-wing. Some of the dumber ones threw themselves over the side of the bridges they were standing on. The lucky, or perhaps not so lucky depends on ones point of view, were allowed to plummet to the bottom of the chasms between the building, where they died when they hit the hard surfaces below. Others were caught by the fire from the x-wings blaster cannons and where killed instantaneously.
By the time the x-wing left the area there was no soldiers left alive. No one to tell the tale of what had happened that day except the surviving intruder and his arounit. Though they are not likely to ever tell it since sharing, or bragging for that matter, is not in their nature.