Star Wars RP

Williams looked at the imperial shuttle and growled something to himself. He stood up inside the rebel shuttle and got his weapons ready to fight the imperials.

 

Markus simply readied his blaster pistol as the Rebel shuttle he was in approached the Star Destroyer.

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"Breath in, breath out. Keep calm, do not let them intimidate you at all. Do your job, have no fear, think of it as the last time you will live," Was all he could think at all. His old mentor had died during time of war, and now it was his turn to fight. Kyoto was not like other Rebels where they enjoyed killing the Imperials or take the joy of war and wanting it all of the time, he wanted it to be over once and for all. Every squad he had been on ha either died from gunfire, disease, bled out, devoured by some unknown alien, or just simply left and never came back. Kyoto was not too keen on fighting, but he had to, he needed something to help him get pumped for it, hell, even a booster shot of adrenaline would work.
Kyoto was not passive at all, he just had those days when he just did not want any war, but as always, he was being pushed into battle after battle.

Kyoto was the lone survivor of the Lost Gates crew, a large frigate that was large compared to most Rebel ships. When they had crashed, they had to fend off an Imperial Star Destroyer, and the troops and vehicles it had to offer. The vehicles were taken out, and even the Star Destroyer was demolished from the Rebels anti-air weapons, even their pulse cannons did good damage. But alas, the entire was destroyed by what was left of the Imperials, a good forty of them by the least. The only survivors were Kyoto and his old squadron, smart and deceptive, they would hide beneath the bodies of the fallen, where blood would soak their armor and clothing and skin. Once the Imperials stumbled across the squad, they popped up and killed every last single Imperial, only one arm being shot off. That was when Kyoto had first joined the Rebellion at first, but as years passed, he would see all of his fiends disappear into myth and legends.

Now, he was the one man squad that traveled with others, and repeating to himself mentally the words of his old mentor, he was getting battle ready, having his Blaster Rifle by his side and some Incarnation Grenades and some other handy gadgets, he was prepped and ready to work now.

 

"Sir? Orders?" Mel asked, looking to the Sortie's commander. This whole mission seemed odd to him, but he knew better than to publicly question his superiors.

 

He could trace his heritage back to Mandalore the Preserver. He could make bombs out of warships. He could slay Jedi. Yet, he was being hired to investigate a derelict Star Destroyer? Hardly a job for The Harbinger of the Mandalorians. But the client was offering a large sum of credits for this job, so he couldn't decline. He hopped in his Basilisk, which at this point was more of a star fighter than a war droid at this point, and took off from the Smuggler's Moon of Nar Shadaa. He plugged in the coordinates into his warpdrive, and in an instant, he arrived at the Star Destroyer. He noticed two shuttles, one Rebel and one Empire already landing in opposite docking bays. He decided to enter the Dreadnought in a unique. The airlock. Small spacecraft could already land in it if the pilot was injured and needed fast care, but you needed clearance to open and close the doors. That's where breaching charges come in handy.

Harbinger transmitted the signal to open the airlock, and landed in it. He waited for the doors to close behind him, and then blew open the magnetically sealed doors with breaching charges. That might have drawn some attention. He drew his assault rifle, and headed for the bridge to check for survivors.

 

"Yes Sir." Sighing inaudibly, Mel readied his weapon. The destruction of the Death Star had hurt the Empire badly; many of their best leaders and troops had been wiped out, and now fresh-faced fools such as this one were being put in command before they were even ready to leave the academy.

 

Willams was the first one to advance, mostly to explore the area before the other to make sure it was safe.

 

Markus followed Williams closely, not wanting to be fighting the Imperials out in the open alone.

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Allan shuttle's zipped quickly next to the star Destroyer before landing in the shuttle bay opposite of the others. He had his own job from one of the various crime lords of the galaxy looking to make it big: cripple the Star Destroyer and beat feet out before a fleet of pirates arrive. What the pirates did with the ship was none of his concern, and the pay kept his mouth closed for questions.

As the shuttle landed, he gingerly strolled out onto the deck, checking the seals on some of his detpacks while whistling a tune from one of his holologs.

 

Kyoto kept to the middle of the group, watching every corner, only keeping his senses and rifle at the ready. If shots were fired, then he would have to kill. Simple as that. Most of these men seemed scared witless, ready to turn and hightail it out of there, if they do, that just gives him the opportunity to make up for some of the slack he had for several months. No less though, he was readied for battle, pushing his fears and past in the corner of his mind, Kyoto would be ready to take on the Imperials, just like any other mission that turned into a large war.

 

Exiting the shuttle, Mel took a firing position behind some conveniently placed boxes and started firing in the general direction of the rebel shuttle, trying to lay down covering fire for the rest of the squad.

 

Harbinger heard shots being fired from the direction of the hangar. Didn't want to be caught in that. He took the turbolift to the bridge, but before it started up, the turbolift AI spoke to Harbinger. "Sorry, due to low power, the turbolift is offline, as power has been diverted to primary systems. "Damn it!" He thought. "I'll have to get to the engine room to bypass that. "Maybe I can find some clues there as well." As he made his way to the engines, he examined his surroundings. "Strange. There's no bodies, carbon scoring or any sort of heat indicating there were people here..."

 

Allan had made his own way to the engine room, having been on enough jobs from the Imperials to know most of the layout to a Star Destroyer. He sauntered into the engine room with little care, planting a detpack on the engine coolant system.

 

Williams took cover as soon as the battke started. He started firing back so his team could be ready.

 

Firing a final volley of shots, Mel broke from cover and ran after his courageous commander.

 

Harbinger ran into the engine room, and before heading over to the power distribution console, he saw Allan crouched over the coolant. He pointed his rifle at the saboteur. "Hey, what the hell are you doing?!" He roared.