Ask Man the Guns!

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  1. The Storyteller

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    Warship Oblivion, Planet Mon Cala, Calamari Sector

    From above orbital, the former Imperial warship rained salvo after salvo, targeting one of Mon Cala’s surface cities. Standing proud and rigid in the center of the busy command bridge, Admiral Riri Sozen watched the laser cannons continue to fire. Despite what’s happening the self proclaimed Lord Protector displayed nothing but a neutral expression on his face.

    Within his soul was deep contempt at the inhabitants below and the galaxy’s situation.

    How could the Sith betray the Empire they made?! All the blood shed and sacrifice our military made for them and those cowards abandoned us.

    The very thought finally caused Sozen to scowl and his hands clasped together tightened in grip. The forty seven year old officer coming from a well to do family with a long history of active service to the Empire had served the Imperial navy for much of his life. He had obeyed every order the Sith gave without question that included taking part in the Mandalorian genocide.

    We should’ve destroyed those helmet worshipping savages years ago. Their very existence is a threat to Order just as those disgusting fish down there are. They all deserve extremation. The Empire will be reborn no matter what it takes.

    Soon the bombardment stopped and the warlord heard footsteps behind him. However, Sozen didn’t turn around to see who it was. He didn’t need when his XO spoke up.

    “Milord, Dac City is no more and our navel units are hunting down stragglers . Your new orders?”

    “Target Coral City next and inform our surface forces to tighten the blockade around it. The less fish escape the better for us.”

    The captain from behind saluted and replied. “By your command.”

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  2. Omnis Waszylla

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    There was a plan, one with a slim chance of working but one that had to be attempted regardless. The Admiral wouldn't stop until everything he deemed a threat was ground under heel, leading to countless civilians to die at his hands. As a Hero, Omnis couldn't allow that. He'd teamed up with Commander Ion to take the man down and stop the bombardment, yet first they had to get on board. Two men versus a warship and small fleet, it would take a plan with some serious guts to get them through. Luckily, guts were what the two Rebels had in spades. Omnis would fire on a shuttle Hugo had stolen, making him seem like one of the enemy's forces. Fleeing to the flagship for safety, the Commander would sneak in amid the crew and cause havoc with their defense systems, letting Omnis land and then team up to head to the Bridge. A few butts to kick later and they'd redirect the bombardment to a better target. And hopefully punch the Admiral in a very painful spot.

    Dare to be a BADASS

    "Ready to go, Commander! Let's show these villains what true JUSTICE is!" With a smile as he closed the communication down, Omnis gunned the throttle and began to fire on nearby enemy ships and installations. He would try to hit the Commander's stolen vessel a few times, making shots he knew the man could dodge and force him towards the flagship. It would get quite dicey very quickly, though with the Force flowing through him he'd focus on just barely dodging while being one hell of a nuisance. He knew his ancestor Dennys would find this to be one hell of a fun situation to be in. With that exuberance and his duty held tightly in his heart he went for another strafing run, his IFF turned off so he would be a complete mystery ship for the enemy forces. Hopefully he'd done enough for Hugo to have gotten on board.


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    Inside the shuttle’s cockpit Hugo twist and turned the spacecraft while pursued. Disguised in an Imperial uniform and masked helmet the Duros muttered. “Keep it up Omnis. I’m counting on ya.”

    Admittedly this whole scheme of theirs was insane. Yet Hugo didn’t no alternative other waiting for Alliance reinforcements. But by then more people on Mon Cala will die. That was unacceptable for him.

    Squeezing the flight control with renewed determination the rebel general dive the shuttle in a barrel roll as the shields went down. Just as he neared the warlord’s flagship he called in, projecting panic in his voice

    “Mayday, mayday this shuttle 1-A I’m under fired here! Sustained heavy damage. I’m making an emergency landing in the hanger don’t shoot.”

    There was silence on the other end. The veteran tense up wondering if the former Imps were on to them. Seconds later he received a reply.

    “Acknowledged shuttle 1-A. Help is on the way.”

    Soon a dozen fighters poured out from the hangar bay. Like an angry swarm of insects they charged toward Omnis while the ship’s defense turrets activated as well. Meanwhile Hugo flew straight inside the bay and landed in an empty space. He was now inside.

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  4. Omnis Waszylla

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    Well, THAT was a lot of ships. For a moment Omnis wondered if he'd bitten off more than he could chew. He'd figured the Oblivion would be lightly defended as the rest of the force was off occupying the resistance forces on the planet, yet this was more fighters than expected. Still, when he saw Commander Ion's ship dock successfully, he knew that they were on the right track. He closed his eyes, letting the Force flow through him, and with a grin and sparkle in his eye he hit the afterburners to start evasive maneuvers. If these former Imperials wanted a fight, he'd give them one. IF they could catch him, of course. That would be the big if, for sure. He was a member of Star Squad, after all, and his number thirteen would be their Unlucky Number.

    As he wove around the flagship and other useful debris, Omnis swore every time his shields were hit by lucky shots. He needed to give Hugo as much time as he could, though a sudden rocking of his starfighter told him said shields were down and he was taking more bodily damage. And he'd just gotten the paint job on the "Magnum" just right, too. It was Great Great Great Grandpa Dennys' favorite pattern, as though the man had been a Sith he'd led a respectfully free life. Omnis was following his own heart, the thought of that letting him focus again and dodge a pair of missiles coming his way. Giving a whoop he circled around the flagship again, sticking close to the docking bay he would want to use for himself. He couldn't get shot down here, not yet. The mission wasn't done, the Mon Calamari weren't safe yet.


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