Gammous Guards vs Glamorous Infiltration

[Robert Abbotangelo]

This was Bantha poodoo. Bob was having a very nice day, preparing for his retirement and enjoying the last few hours of Imperial employment. But just when he thought he was out! The pulled him right back in. A new operation had been declared, and all Imperial Agents were supposed to help out in one way or another. This postponed his well deserved retirement for an indeterminate amount of time, making him a little grumpy.

To make matters worse, he wasn't here to provide his professional expertise to the younger generation like he usually was. Oh no, not at all. He was to participate, and that really wiggled his wumbles. He's getting to old for this shit.

Regardless, he had a job to do and he was to see it through. He just wished it wasn't so grim. They had a clear objective, infiltrate and eliminate the guards wholesale. Making matters worse yet again, Bob was told to cooperate with them gloomy Sith'folk. Now he wasn't a racist, but the whole lot of them could do with some cheering up.

So, despite his internal grumblings, he was in position at the meetup point a ways away from the spaceport, hidden amongst the foliage, awaiting his compatriots, he checked his gear over one last time. It was a hell of a hard time squeezing into his old armor, but he managed well enough, and he was happy he got to use his repeater again. One could never be too careful with these kinds of things, and the guy with the biggest gun usually won.

So he waited, and he waited some more. He couldn't bring his booze, and that made him slightly grumpier. As much as he was confident he could accomplish this mission himself, he was told to wait and show the younger kids the way stealth was done. At least he could scope out the starport with his rangefinder.

@Gian Greydragon @Meckabro

 

[Relmar Tythus]

As Tythus's ship came into landing outside of the establishment, he made his way off of the ship, crouching a little to accompany for his height. Flipping his hood over his head, Tythus's cloak flapped around violently as the winds whipped and turned as they pleased. At the rendezvous point, a fat old man came into view. This fat man looked rather angry, and Tythus was agitated a little, whilst the crusaders fought in the glorious battles across the galaxy he was sent to this rotten hell-hole, accompanied by a man who looked like he would just slow down the sith once the action began. He made his way over to the man, standing directly in front of him as his eyes scanned the surrounding area, realizing one was still not here yet. His eyes turned back to the old man before he spoke.

"Old man." he said sharply as he stared towards him. "Aren't you a little old and..." Tythus's hands gestured towards his stomach which was bellowing out through his armor, which looked like it hadn't been touched for twenty years. "You know... for these types of missions?"

 

[Robert Abbotangelo]

Sith, always confirming Bob's biases. Judgy little pricks they always seemed to be. Bob didn't want to think of every Sith as a good for nothing unhappily ambitious slime ball out for himself, but they always seemed to end up that way. Now Bob was usually in a good mood, however today was not a good day. So Bob, uncharacteristically frowned and said "I've been doin' this kind of thing since before your daddy was in diapers boy." Bob finished with a quick sigh. Unhappy to be unhappy, and only slightly ashamed at how he had let himself go over the years.

He gestured for the Sith to join him overlooking the spaceport. The mission was to remove the guards so the Imperials can assume control. A simple enough job, but one that would require careful planning as they had to remove most of the guards all at once otherwise they wouldn't be able to kill enough of them to capture the spaceport efficiently. Bob extended his hand to the younger man, having vented his mild frustrations with his previous statement, and grunted out "Names Bob. Now the way I see it, we need to take down the guards all at the same time, so I figure we should lure them all into the spaceports generator room and blow it up. Gammoreans aren't especially smart, so they should hopefully fall for the trap. We can plant some bombs without getting noticed, set a timer and book it back here to watch the fireworks. Seeing as our other compatriot is delayed, we might as well get this show on the road, sound like a plan?"

Bob looked to the Sith, hoping for agreement or perhaps an even better plan. He was a little apprehensive at doing this with only one other teammate, but considering their other supposed teammate was delayed, they had to work with what they got. And besides, orders were to bug out if they meet any opposition, so if push comes to shove, no one will blame them from running from this fight.

@Meckabro

 

[Relmar Tythus]

Relmar smirked to himself, despite the old man's hindrances and drawbacks, he couldn't help but slightly admire his passion. He listened to the old man's plans, intensely thought-out plans would be a waste of time the sith thought to himself, seeing as that they were dealing with pigs, with pig brains. The sith yawned slightly, responding to the proposed plans.

"All sounds good to me, I'll distract the pigs and lure them into the generator, make my quick escape and blow them to bits, while you secretly..." Taking another look at the lumbering goat, he realized having him doing the stealth part of the plan probably wouldn't be the best idea. "We'll switch the roles, you lure the pigs and I'll plant the bombs around the perimeter and other vital places around this dump, then we can meet up outside, this same spot." After he finished speaking he looked over, his eyes darting out the establishment before looking back over to the man.

 

[Robert Abbotangelo]

Bob wasn't exactly what one would generally consider a sneaky guy. Despite his decades of experience on the very simple matter of not being seen. But, it might be funny to see the arrogant Sith mess up and force him to do all the work. Regardless, now that he the mission was underway, Bob sent out a series of coordinates on Gamor to Niish Chichel, and several other Sith operatives. He wasn't in the know as to why the coordinates were needed, but it was most likely to only benefit the empire.

"Fine, I could do it, but it might be fun to see how you operate. The explosives you'll need are in the crate of there," Bob pointed to a small crate of explosives marked brightly with the words 'EXPLOSIVE HANDLE WITH CARE.' "I'll give you about a five minute head start before I make myself known and begin bookin' it towards you. I should hope by the time I direct the pigs to the generator, you'll have done your job? Anyways. Mic-Check, 1-2" Bob tapped the comm's set in his helmet, making sure it was working so both him and Relmar could keep in touch. "Mic's are working fine, lets get to it."

@Meckabro

 

[Darth Perilius]

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Markov attended to the comms device as he went on to complete his objective. He scurried with the box into the nearby generator room in stealth, keeping his presence low. Attempting to remain as quiet as possible, he tapped into the force minorly to diminish the sound he was making. Opening the crate of bomb, he noted their size and their radius. “Planting the bombs now... Make sure the guards get into this generator room... Bob” he spoke.

There was 7 bombs inside the crate of multiple sizes, including one master activator. Taking the largest one he set it onto the large epicenter generator of the room and connected it to the activator via a code. The bombs weren’t heavy and he was surprised the guards weren’t nearby nor able to hear any sound he’d make placing and arming the bombs, each connection to the activator notifying with a CONNECTION MADE, DENOTE WHEN READY


Markov went back to the case and took out more bombs, looking for good locations to set them at. The decently sized room had a center generator with 4 others in the corners of the room. With six bombs left, he planned to arm each generator with one, and then use the remaining two in the area between the side walls of the room and the center generator to cover all grounds. In the time he began contemplating and slowly setting them, Bob would begin his objective of luring then into the room.

@Shax

OOC: Replacing meckabro due to inactive posting.

 

[Robert Abbotangelo]

The sudden crackling of Markov in Bob's ear was a bit surprising, what was even more surprising was the voice that came through. "Markov! I didn't know you would be helping with this mission?" Maybe Bob had just missed that bit in the mission brief, or maybe he just wasn't told. What was doubly surprising, was when Bob turned back to Relmar and found him to have disappeared. Hell, maybe Bob was getting old. Starting to see Sith where there aren't any. He couldn't help but feel that there was a person there before, but with a lack of evidence to back up such a claim, Bob could only question his sanity and the validity of his thoughts.

"Whatever, I'm on the move." And Bob was, pushing thoughts of old age and mortality aside in favor of the mission. While he would have much preferred a diplomatic method to this endeavor, he had his orders and all that. So, like the sneaky demon he was, Bob lumbered down the hill towards his target. The methods of raising the alarm wouldn't be difficult, and he had several options to choose from.

He could just start shooting the pigs and lead them towards the reactor, but that raised the question of Bob's escape. He could also just pose as an off-world inspector and try and get the stupid aliens to buy it, and just bullshit his way into getting the various guards into the reactor room.

But, he elected to go to the simplest option. Finding the previously prepared control panel some other agents had prepped before Bob and Markov's arrival, and pressing the big red button to alert the semi-intelligent pigmen of extreme danger in the reactor room. Which should hopefully draw the aliens in so they can go boom. Even if it didn't, they wouldn't have enough people to resist Imperial occupation.

Such was a simple operation, and all it took was swaggering down to the outside of the poorly constructed building and finding the buried controls. "I'm at the controls Markov, I'm digging them up now. Let me know when to lure the dumb greens towards you."

 

[Darth Perilius]

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Bob's actions that followed suit immediately after he contacted him made the Crusader have a rare genuine smile. The sounds of said actions rang across the general area as Markov got to work on setting the bombs further. Indeed the Gamorroan guards had began to scramble as alarms and sounds of multiple kinds rang through the facility. What were each of the alarms for? Who cares, Bob just needs to make an alarm for himself. "You got them coming for your location, Bob. Be square," he said through his comlink as he continued hauling and setting bombs. The fools would be heading for the control room to discover the bumbling 'threat' they have to attend to, and the Overseer must be able to re-route them into the Reactor before they can surround him.

Markov laid the last bomb, the final connection to his activator device made as he sighed with relief. He had laid the groundwork of all of these guards' demises. Now it was time for Bob to lure them into the room. "Bombs have been planted. Lure them inside the room and i'll use the force to trap them in and then this room will go kaboom," he ordered through his comlink as he readied his detonator. Before he could finish his communications, though, one pesky guard did appear, cursing at him in their language. Annoyed by this, Markov drew upon his lightsaber, and charged at the being.

The skirmish was quick and clean. The Gamorran was barely able to defend before being overwhelmed by Markov's aggressive form and begin dropped to the ground. His body laid pitifully below the Sith's feet as he waited now for the legion of guards that Bob will be sending to trap. Markov, though, also hoped that some would come directly to him to be trapped and tortured personally; after all, just sitting and waiting for them to take the bait would take a while, depending on where the control room is anyway. He stood, staring at the door as he waited for the next move.


@Shax

 

[Robert Abbotangelo]

Bob wasn't too worried about the Gammoreans, worse comes to worse he just plays himself off as a bumbling senile old man in full imperial gear. Not the weirdest story Bob had spun to people and gotten away with. As the alarms began whaling out around the facility, it wasn't hard to get the attention of the guards.

It was a little more tricky to get the guards to where he wanted them to go. But, seeing as he had effectively full control of the facilities more ancillary functions, it wasn't too difficult. By shutting off the alarms to the rest of the building once all the guards had heard the warning, and only leaving the one in the reactor room on, he directed the confused gammoreans towards the reactor. To make sure that everyone went there however, Bob opened a comm channel that had been conveniently prepared to speak with the pigmen. He played a recording into it, -also helpfully provided by Imperial Intellegince- which spoke in Gammorean and basically just said there were intruders in the reactor room, and all guards are needed to contain them.

That got the pigmen moving in the right direction, and now all that was left was for Bob to make his daring escape. So, he casually strode through the small throng of confused tourists that were present at the spaceport, masking his appearance somewhat thanks to him being in the crowd. Soon, he would be out of the spaceport entirely and would only await his partner at the rendezvous point.

@ByakuyaXVTogami

 

[Darth Perilius]

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Markov continued to wait as ruckus arose throughout the entire building. The guards were moving from one place, then another. It was very comical as suddenly the alarms were cut off except for the one inside the Reactor Room. Bob had then directed them into the room that he was standing. Preparing for their arrival to find the 'intruder', Markov hid nearby the entrance to the room, behind the jutting wall as the Gamorrans finally entered the room.

The legion entered the room, confused at the fact that there is no intruders in the area. Markov slipped out when they were all turned as their dimwitted selves searched for what intruder they were looking for. The Sith smirked as he tapped into the force to lower and close the door shut and tightly. The door shut with a loud thud as the Gamorrans turned to the door in shock and further perplexity. "It seems you have fallen for our game, and now you shall die for being so stupid, as well as not submitting to the Empire. For the Empire... Goodbye..." Markov spoke through the door as he clicked the detonator and ran off. The timer on every bomb inside the room counted down as the Gamorrans realized that their malevolent demise was inevitable. Some attempted to break down the door, but the position and thickness of it was impossible to make any major dents. He ran through the facility, making sure to not get caught into the blast as he left the Space Port and ran for his debrief location. The timer of the bombs beeped to Zero as a fiery of explosions rang throughout the compound, the reactor room exploding in a storm of bits inside. Most would die inside the room nearly-instantly as the bombs exploded, while the remaining clinged to life briefly before dying due to blood loss or internal injuries due to debris. The deed had been done, and the guards had been murdered in rage.

Markov arrived to the area where Bob was, standing beside him as he inhaled and exhaled, slightly exhausted from running like hell, especially given what he was wearing. "They've been killed. Now communicate to the Gamorran leaders who own this facility what we have done, and that they now must join the Empire or meet the same fate..." he said as he smirked. Opening his com-link, he requested his personal ship to arrive and pick up the pair, and it would arrive soon, according to his bodyguard who operated the ship for him.

@Shax

 

[Robert Abbotangelo]

Bob was a huffin and a puffin as he made his way up the hill towards the meeting point. Grumbling all the while about his old bones and how unfair life was and how he hated everything. He didn't hate everything though, so he grumbled about his own uncharacteristic lying as well. There was some similar grumbling behind him as he was chased by similarly beleaguered Gammoreans, who were also trying to climb the relatively small hill after him.

With a sigh and a deep breath, Bob unholstered his pistol and shot the two pigmen three times. They had little time to react, and their attempt at returning fire was woefully inadequate to save their own lives. With some more grumbling, Bob turned around again and finally made it to where he needed to be.

It didn't take long for good buddy Markov to join him, giving him orders that he really could have done himself. With a shrug, Bob opened a general comms broadcast. "We have destroyed the spaceports of your planet, that means nothing comes in, and nothing goes out. The Empire demands your immediate surrender, submit, or starve." Bob finished, knowing that eventually the message would be given to the people in power even if they hadn't heard it initially.

He turned to Markov with an expectant expression, though did little else.

@ByakuyaXVTogami

 

[Darth Perilius]

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He stood beside his friend, taking note of the bodies of the Gamorrans that laid before him. They had frozen expressions of determination, but that had faltered to their doom. Running up to an armed, experienced Imperial was a foolish endeavor after all. His ally had picked up the comms and spoke, ordering the submission of their new subjects. Indeed the Empire has Gamorr’s fate in their hands. They either could submit and make it simple, or pay the grisly cost of starvation and death.

“We surrender... You have conquered both the most powerful fortress... and made an example with your other actions...” a somber voice responded to Bob, implying the other mission that usurped Jugsmuk. The voice was both saddened and fearful. Markov smiled as he heard this: it had finally been done. The empire had its sphere expand to Gamorr.

Markov’s Patrol Craft soon arrived at the hill they were standing, the soldier operating the ship stepping out and guiding the pair inside. “Let’s perhaps have a drink, shall we?” Markov said to Bob as they sat down. The ship lifted and left as it went to leave the Gamorran system, entering hyperspace in a flash when they were able to.

The deed had been done, and the Gamorrans conquered.



//End Thread
@Shax