Log Date: 11/22/98 Logger: Stalh Log Intro: This is the log taken of the NR's ground assault on the space station known as Pride-1 (to its inhabitants and to the NR), or Redemption (by the Imperials who commandeered it). The ground assault occurred after the NR forces showed up in Pride-1 space and refused Imperial demands to surrender. Pride-1 had been in Imperial hands for some time, and now, finally, after several months' effort to organize an attempt to take the station back from the Imperials and give it back to its rightful owners, NR forces have arrived. ---------- Inner Garrison - Level 2 - Garrison This is a spacious room with several doors leading to the rest of the garrison. A circular weapons rack is located at the center of the room with a electronic mechanism locking the transparisteel doors that allow access to it. The walls are covered with bulleting boards belonging to the different units stationed here and a desk with several terminals occupies one of the corners. Automated food dispensers stand at the rear wall, right besides a dart table. Uniformed personel continuously walks in and out of the place and the whine of engines can be heard coming from the airlock. Herric watches Macer's show of extreme stupidity with some scorn from behind his barricade, clicking his blaster rifle onto the 'KILL' position he peeks from behind the large metal object to observe the entrance of the rebel troops, pulling his head back he talks quietly to his squad - issuing orders. The Blast Doors open with a single chilling hiss. The tension mounts as the door reveals nothing but empty space - not a single soul can be seen from the newly opened door way. The only sound is the terrible sound of calm before a battle - an eerie sound which is about to be A squad of 104 Stormtroopers. Each member of this large entourage sports a standard issue ST-II blaster rifle. Their white armor gleams under even the slightest light as militarily polished as their step is militarily trained. Dark visors hide emotions from the all-alike men. Tasker thinks for a moment, "Screw it...." and drops the TD, he raises his rifle to the ready, set on kill. The calm grips across the room; and he waits for he first rebel's entry... Meileani rolls a 9 for her PERCEPTION skill. A Poor roll! Macer rolls a 12 for his PERCEPTION skill. An Average roll! Orion rolls a 13 for his PERCEPTION skill. An Average roll! Phillips rolls a 10 for his PERCEPTION skill. A Poor roll! Stalh rolls a 19 for his PERCEPTION skill. A Good roll! W_Cambell rolls a 8 for his PERCEPTION skill. A Poor roll! Danny rolls a 6 for his PERCEPTION skill. A Poor roll! Herric rolls a 7 for his PERCEPTION skill. A Poor roll! Tasker rolls a 15 for his PERCEPTION skill. An Average roll! A single ungloved hand shows itself from the side of the blast doors. A voice, cold and barbaric calls out chillingly to the white-clad ghosts, "You are outnumbered.. There is no chance for escape." Silence follows after, if the man is looking for a response, perhaps a chance to surrender?- but no, he continues, with a sadistic laugh, "So Prepare to die!" With that a Silver Flash supressor reveals itself around the corner as a volley of Blaster fire erupts from the door. Tasker watches, and listens to the pitiful scare tactics, his trained blaster waits for the precise moment to make his move, and he lets shot after shot leave his blaster, not particularly aiming at one person, but just the door opening itself... He grins evilly, the blaster fire not phasing him as he smirks, "You first......" Orion rolls his eyes. "Somebody's got to die sometime... let's go, Ghosts!" He rolls across the door's opening from left to right, getting a few shots off through the door.. Macer bellows, "Attack!" and begins to open fire with his blaster rifle. The mass of troopers in the room errupt into action, their blasters filling the room with shots. In mere seconds, chaos ensures. Tasker stands up, and lets a fierce volley of fire erupt from his blaster, taking out a few rebels. Before he can return to his cover spot, several shots rip through his chest. He falls to the ground with a large thud; unable to move; he lays on the ground dying.... Crouched just past the open blast doors, Meileani waits for the blaster-fire to slacken just a touch, her fingers busily arming the thermal detonator in her hand and setting it's timer. At some unspoken cue, she moves, hand flicking around the corner and rolling the detonator inside like a champion cricketeer. 3....2....1... >From behind one of the fallen food dispensors, Cambell fires a burst of blaster bolts towards the rebels. He huddles close to it, attempting to gain as much cover as possible. Hey, if he's going to die, he may as well stay alive as long as he can to take a few of them with him. "When I wanted to test out the configuration on my blaster I had something else in mind, but what the hell..." Danny snakes his profile out of the door frame and opens up with his blaster. The red bolt seers through a Stormtroopers helmet, sending the res of him clattering down to the deck plating, another shot takes down another stormtrooper, a shot just below his torso. He staggers as he sees a stormtrooper comming up along the doorway with blaster rifle aimed at a trooper along side him, he snaps a kick at the Stormtroopers stomach, knocking him back, giving him time to shoot his chest, leaving a smoldering black hole where the armor used to be. His rifle clatters to his feet. He holsters his blaster and picks up the rifle. "You boys will be eating your own bolts today." He mumbles underneath the onslaught of blaster fire, firing around the room with the rifle. A Marine - just a boy really, clutches his unprotected throat as a single shot from a StormTrooper decimates his thorax. Grasping wildly at thin air in a vain attempt to save himself, he causes only more attention to be called in his direction - as result of which is several more shots striking his body - the blood splattering out on Stalh's battle-raged face and clothes. 'Didn't like him anyway...' The death of the Boy is not a concern - but the ruining of his favourite shirt is. "Son of a ..." The exploding grenade makes him look away for a moment, but he blindly fires into the smoke filled room. Bodies of the dead and dying lay strewn on the outside of the Blast Doors - some NR marines fatally caught in the blast as well. A few concerned Marines have fallen back as temporary medics - though many still continue to fight The grenade rolls into a group of huddled troopers, and the resulting blast sends them flying through the room. The troopers fight hard, but are overcome by the sheer number of the opposing force. The room is filled with motionless white armor, the living Imperial forces falling back a little to regroup. With over thrity five dead, their size is quickly dwindling. The ex-StormTrooper turned New Republic Diplomat regains his vision as the acrid smoke of the grenade clears. His MX Heavy Blaster Pistol, with its distinctive Silver flash supressor spewing forth another volley of death and destruction. Stalh, a true sadist, aims not for the head, but for the groin, watching two StormTroopers fall, squealing in agony. A evil and cruel laugh flows forth from Stalh as he insanely appears to be enjoying the bloodbath. A few more shots, a few more deaths - it is all oblivious to Stalh. Orion smiles grimly. "Come on, Ghosts! They're retreating! Let's take this inside..." He narrows his eyes, and with a wild cry he rolls into the room, 11 pilots in grey following him. They quickly tumble behind cover and take shots at retreating troopers, four dropping dead and one clenching his arm from a good shot Meileani rolls into the door just behind the Ghost pilots, cold-eyed to the sight of death around her. She's been tortured worse, and returned the favor more than once. It's just part of the job. Her blaster shots are shortly aimed but quick, accurate for the most part, aiming for hearts and vital organs. A quick death, more than most of the Impies would give to her compatriots W_Cambell quickly reloads his rifle and pops up again from behind the broken food dispensor. His teeth grind together in a fit of rage as he picks off a few more of the Alliance. A few shots hit the machine in front of him, as his rage is unleashed into the oncoming terrorists. A shot hits his left arm, knocking him backwards as a splash of red flies through the air. He returns to position almost as quickly however, the pain only bringing more life to his veins as he continues his volley of shots into the opposing force. Danny pays no attention to Stalh and his festivities. He takes a step out of the doorway as the Imperials move back. He looks to his right as a Stormtrooper fires at his head, he quickly brings the rifle to his head, ducking at the same time. Lucky for him the blaster hit the rifle, rendering it useless. The Stormtrooper, seeming out of stupidity or having a taste for hand-to-hand combat rushes towards the pilot. Danny stands up, as the trooper nears him. "We'll see if that training they gave me works," he mumbles as the trooper nears. He ducks as the trooper comes at him with a vibroknife, quickly turning around and smacking him in back of the neck with the butt of the rifle, a spot where the armor doesn't protect all that well, he jumps and slides across the deck floor, hands going for the blaster in his holster as he glides across the deckplating momentarily, drawing and squeezing the trigger before he slides to a short halt. The shot hits the trooper in the back. The trooper, still dazed from the strike to the neck, doesn't seem to know what hit him. All the better. Danny moves for one of the barricades some of the troops shield him from fire. He fires a shot at a trooper, hitting him in the leg, and fires another shot as he tumbles over, hitting him in the rib cage, leaving him for dead. Danny looks at the charge, hitting the release switch, dropping the power pack out of the blaster, soon as it falls, he slaps another one in there, and powers it up. Stalh, seeing that more of his men are dying simply only shrugs, "They obviously weren't good enough." he muses as he stands and withdraws his secondary weapon - another blaster. Callously he steps out from behind his cover and walks non-chalently into the room, shooting coldly at those he feels necessary to die. Like Danny, a shot of his also hits a blaster - the StormTrooper lunging at him with the force of a Vorskynnr. Stalh however, is not as chivalrous as the Rogue pilot, putting to blaster bolts into the unarmed man. With his smaller weapon drained of energy, he tosses it aside, shooting randomly it seems at all the Imperials - they will all die - not because they are his enemy - no, but because they aren't good enough to live. The storm troopers continue fall left and right. Their numbers drop by another forty or so, leaving roughly 25 in the room. Macer, obviously the leader of the resistance finds his rifle out of ammo, and proceeds to use it to bash in the skull of an advancing 'rebel'. He bellows, "Fall back, men! Fall back!" The entire white mob begins to back toward the command center providing each other cover as they slip through the door. Macer pulls out his blaster carbine, drops to one knee, and pulls off a quick shot, one of whick slams directly into Stalh's right shoulder. The trooper smirks and stands, following his men into the command room. About 10 more have gone down by the time the Imperials have pulled their forces back. CenterCommand Center - Level 2 - Garrison This is a large circular room. Both the floor and the ceiling are covered in white panelling. Lights in concentric circles radiate out from the center of the ceiling. Various computer consoles line the walls, there must be at least 20 stations. Most of them are being used, but a few are sitting vacant . In the center of the command center is another large console with several monitors on it. That one must be for station security. Orion rolls in, taking up a stance behind a console, then gets off several shots... he manages to put several blasts in the leader, Macer. Orion calls out, "Ghost! Let's help secure the area!" He runs out with his squad... Meileani rolls in the door behind Orion, staying low as she opens fire, looking around for cover to get behind as blasters erupt all around her. W_Cambell staggers towards one of the monitors, his left arm limp, blood dripping from his finger tips. He turns around, firing his rifle with just one arm into the rebels. A blue blasts through his stomach and he falls over. Blood falls from his mouth while it pours from his stomach. He raises his right arm however, firing more shots, taking out two more of the rebels. A pool of red has formed around him, as he roars a battlecry. He aims straight for Stalh, attempting the shot that will finish him. To late, however, a shot from his flank nails him square in the chest. He stares coldly at Stalh, his finger dying to pull the trigger. Nothing happens though, as his lifeless body falls backwards onto the floor of the command center. Danny looks out from the door. Only to have his chin hit by one of the officers that remained behind. Danny falls on his back, his blaster clattering out of reach. The officer kicks him in the ribs, he rolls out of the way. Gasping for some breath. He slides against a wall thats close and uses it to get up. He takes up a defensive stance as the officer advances. His hands go towards the back part of his flight suit. The officer smiles, "Looks like I caught me a nerf," he says coldy. Danny speaks calmly, "You should have learned a lesson: Nothing more dangerous than a caged animal." With that said, he whips his hand out quickly, flinging a Vibroblade he keeps back there in case. The blade connects with the man's neck, he staggers back, gripping the blade. A spray of blood seeps out through the stab, he eventually comes to rest at a bulkhead, and goes limp, a trickle of blood dipping from his mouth and covering his neck. Danny dives to the deck to avoid some blaster fire, and grabs his blaster, bringing it up to a Stormtrooper who decided to take advantage of his situation. He rolls onto his left side as the trooper fires, seering the left side of his flightsuit. Bringing up his blaster and leveling it with the stormtroopers head, he squeezes the trigger as the trooper aims to get the kill shot. Luckily, Danny got it first. The bolt hits the trooper in he right eye panel on the helmet, sending him falling backwards. He quickly moves out of the way incase someone else happens to be close. A stricken StormTrooper lies injured on the floor - the blood from his injured stomach seeps out slowly onto his armour and drips like a light patter on the cold hard floor. The man's helmet has slipped off, revealing a young man of no more than 20 years old, with piercing blue eyes and sandy blonde hair. His face is like that of a child; his face, though in anguish, still contains the innocence of youth, and it is apparant that this boy was caught up in the struggle, and not the methodical killer that the Empire was made out to be. "Please," he whipsers through a choking rasp, "Help me please." The plea is addressed to Stalh, who peers down at him like a mythological harbringer of destruction. Through tears in the young man's eyes he tries to speak, "Please sir... please.." is all he can bring himself to say. Stalh lowers his weapon to the man as he studies him. "Tsk Tsk." Stalh says as he shakes his head at the youth. If the boy on the floor is not a methodical killer, than Stalh most certainly is. Without a hint of remorse, he raises the blaster quickly and a single shot reverberates throughout the room. As the smoke from his blaster clears, the life of the boy fades slowly - a look of shock still implanted on his face as the blood seeps from the wound to his forehead. Orion's shots blows the carbine from Macer's hand. The room is surprisingly quiet suddenly. Stalh's shot kills off the last troopers in the room. The Imperials managed to hold most of the Alliance out of the command center, though. Macer, Stalh, Danny, and Meileani are the only living creatures in the room, the rest of their forces about to enter. In that instant, Macer stands at the main control pannel, his left hand clutching the bandolier of grenades around his torso, as he lifts his right fist over the final destruct button of the station. He looks up at the trio of soldiers, sneering. With blood dripping from his mouth, he mutters "For the Empire..." Danny squeezes the trigger on his blaster. Only to hear a sputter from the muzzle. His free hand searches for a power pack, only to find none. Suddenly, he mutters a quick curse, and remembers something. He hits the release button on the blaster, the power pack clattering to the floor, he squeezes the trigger again. The gun springs to life. A red bolt jumps from the muzzle of the gun towards Macer's head. The impact forces Macer to drop the grenades, a second shot from the blaster plasters Macer's head to the wall. Using his blood as the glue. A soldier quickly picks up the grenades and checks to make sure none were armed. Danny looks down at Macer's corpse, observing the bloody pool that seems to be drenching the man's clothes, he turns away, and puts his blaster in its holster Danny sighs, gazing upon all the death. "They brought it on themselves," he mumbles, walking with a limp on his right side from where the officer struck him. On his way out the door, he looks at the officer, taking the knife out of his throat, he sticks it into the knive's holster in his back, walking away from the officer. He makes a wheezing noise with every step he takes, obviously he has a broken rib or something. But it doesn't matter to him, he continues on, shrugging off all the soldiers and medics that offer him help.