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| Qymendru_dap_Benjiar | Date: Monday, 20 Aug 2012, 6:37 AM | Message # 1 |
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| The Kaleesh lieutenant colonel spent some time orchestrating this mission for the Libs. It took weeks, if not months, to put the plan into motion. The leader himself didn't want to spike the activity until he had left the Empire. Now that he has, it's time to hopefully deal the Empire a small blow. It would have to start somewhere, and start small. The objective of this mission was not to take over the planet. The objective was to show that the Empire can be defeated. Besides, the Libs don't have the manpower to defend a planet anyway. The location of the strike were chosen to be Tatooine. The backwater planet was under the Imperial jurisdiction, but was run by the Hutts. Qymen dislike the Hutts as much as he dislike the Empire, but the difference was he had a personal vendetta against them for keeping his homeworld under the siege for a long time.
Before joining the Libs, he was a Clone Wars veteran. Qymen fought on the Separatist side before helping the Kaleesh resistance out against the Empire. Now he had an opportunity to do a favor for his people and for every sentient beings that wished for freedom. There were 12 men alongside him, a squadron with elite training. The Kaleesh wanted to put them to the test since they haven't been working together a lot. That isn't all that's going to help accomplish his mission. The Libs always believed in coordinating with local rebel elements because the natives typically know their planet the best, thus increasing the chance of success. In this instance, it would be a little different.
The Libs would "use" the Sand People as the ones that could play an important factor in this upcoming action. Qymen was taking a risk in hoping they were actually an intellgent species. He would have one of the men draw a herd of Banthas with an evidence that an outsider was luring them, in addition to Banthas leaving a trail of footprints that would lead them to the site of the soon-to-be chaos. Then the Libs went the old-fashioned way by covertly digging several holes, and putting in a hundred pointed wooden sticks in the holes. That would serve as booby traps at some distance from Mos Eisley. That's not all.
There were another squad hiding somewhere in the city, waiting for the signal. They were foot soldiers for the Libs, but are capable of dealing with the Imperial garrison stationed in the city. A YT-1300 light freighter had come in a few days prior, so that the Libs could secretly smuggle assault rifles to the slaves that has hunger for freedom. The slaves were doing their usual labor this day, also waiting for the signal to raise arms and combat the Imperials. A y-wing, along with a couple of Z-95 escorts, would slowly make its way for Mos Eisley, Tatooine from the edge of the system.
The Lieutenant Colonel decided to wait for the Sand People to arrive and begin their futile assault upon the city. They probably already attacked several speeders and such on the way there. Qymen was committing ruthless actions during the Clone Wars, and he would if he have to, but Black Sheep made it clear civilian casualties are not acceptable. With utmost urgency, he ordered all involved not to shoot at civilians unless it was in self-defense. The Kaleesh anxiously awaits the battle that could help swing the recruitment efforts in favor of the rebellion.
The Lieutenant Colonel decided it would be best to wait for the y-wing to arrive on the scene before Hell breaks loose.
~Qymen dap Benjiar
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| Wolf | Date: Sunday, 26 Aug 2012, 11:26 PM | Message # 2 |
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| He stood in one of the makeshift watchtowers in Mos Eisley. The cool night air still breezed across his face as the glow of the coming dual sunrise sat like a specter to the east. It was an odd feeling at this time of day on Tatooine; the wind would often still carry the chill of the night, but the twin suns were already heating the air. One could be sweating already this early in the morning, and within a moment, begin spasmatic chills from the cold. ALPHA-99 took to watching the sunrise every day, as well as the sunset, from the same watchtower like clockwork. Some said it was an OCD-like behavior due to clone madness beginning its onset in him; perhaps they were right, however he had always had a ritualistic and systematic way to himself. Every day, he only rested for four hours, unless otherwise necessary, ate each meal at the same exact time, unless otherwise necessary, and if possible, attempted to witness each sunrise and sunset. There was a certain finality to both, and also a check of perspective. No matter what you did, there were some things that you just could not change. He was a clone, and nothing could changed that. He served the Republic, and now the Empire, as was his duty, unquestioningly, and the end of such a life was death. There was no changing that, and like the sunrise and sunset of any world, there was a certain unchanging, unquestionable, finality to it.
He couldn't rightly say why he was still on Tatooine. A Jedi Master had gone on a veritable rampage on the planet, even bested one of the Inquisitors that tried to capture him, although from the reports, it seemed to equal to the Jedi sending a Youngling to face Lord Vader. He was here shortly afterwards in an attempt to find the Jedi, but all searches came up with the Empire left wanting. Although a rumor of a Jedi roaming the Jundland Wastes and living on the planet as a hermit came up as a promising lead, such exploration was quickly halted when repeated patrols seemed to have utterly disappeared out in that unforgiving region of the planet. He was currently conducting an readiness inspection of the Mos Eisley garrison, hence his presence in the city. It was hardly work befitting an ARC Trooper, but he was at the mercy of the Planetary Governor due to his orders, thus he was obliged to obey them, no matter how degrading they were... or how much he hated them. Something told him the Governor hated Clones, himself especially. He was often wishing he would be reassigned to Algarian... at least the brothers of the 13th Legion were seeing some combat. Warfare didn't bother him, no matter how hellish or unforgiving the fight, or climate; it was the time in between combat that he truly hated.
One of the birth-borns broke his pseudo-meditation as he watched the sunset with a race up the watchtower. He saw him sprinting through the street a minute ago, and could hear him coming up the stairs, one clank at a time. Like his brothers in the 13th Legion, he still donned his Phase II Armor, rather than the new Stormtrooper Armor. Frankly, until they produced an ARC equivalent, he would use his extraordinary power to live by the old regulations. This included his custom appearance. His armor was actually not his own, rather it was not issued to him. He was part of Rancor Battalion, helping in the assessments for new ARC Troopers out of the recently trained Cadets when the battle occurred. Out of the four of them, he and Commander Blitz were the only ones to walk out alive. Among the losses was his pod-brother, Havoc. While all four of them were among the Alpha-class ARC Troopers, Wolf and Havoc had a special bond that the Kaminoans had not seen among Clones. It was very common for them to be deployed together on missions, and they worked as a team.
When the battle was over, he and Blitz promoted Fives and Echo into the ARC Troopers to replace Colt and Havoc, but there was no replacing Havoc. Many said he changed after Havoc died, become colder, more calculating, and emotionless... as if all were even possible for a Clone to do. He became much of a lone-wolf, and many believed he had embraced his name. He took Havoc's armor and wore it as his own after that day, adding a black wolf face to the helmet and an alpha-omega symbol to the back of the cape. His own armor was painted all black, to which he added camouflage as necessary and wore as necessary, but he still preferred the "wolf" armor.
"Commander." The panted expression from the birth-born Stormtrooper broke his thoughts on Havoc.
"I'm not your superior, Trooper." The birth-borns had an habit of going to directly to him for just about anything at every garrison he was at across the planet lately. He was curious if this would be occurring just on Tatooine or if it would everywhere. It was annoying, although slightly flattering.
"Uh, sorry... sir. Captain Tayvus is not awake yet."
"Have you tried waking him?"
"Uh... no... sir..."
"For frack's sake, birth-born; what is it?"
"We have reports of a Sand People raiding party hitting seemingly every vehicle they spot between the nearest settlement and the city. They seem to be headed for the city."
'Finally, a good fight...' he thought to himself as he stood in meditative silence. Were the Sand People to attack the city, they would be easily handled... and certainly they had little reason to leave the city. He silently put on his helmet and then proceeded to make the long walk back down the tower, which loomed over most of the city. He was certain the birth-born was hounding him with questions, but he largely ignored him until they exited the tower.
"Put the current watch on alert. Brief the next watch and the command staff after morning meal. If-"
"But sir, I'm only a Trooper."
"Then find the watch officer and tell him."
"Lieutenant Baines is... missing."
He stopped in his tracks. "Missing?"
"He, uh... I..." At this point he turned around to face the birth-born.
"Lieu... Lieutenant... Lieutenant Baines, uh..." He grapped the birth-born by the shoulders. It stopped the stammering, but even through the visor of his helmet and the visor of the birth-born's, he could see the fear cascade over his body.
"Trooper; where is Lieutenant Baines?" he said, slowly and deliberately, as if asking a child a complicated question. As he did, he noticed he absentmindedly had lifted the birth-born from his feet.
"Uh, every Benduday... uh... Lieutenant Baines... skips out on watch to enjoy the late-shift at the Dowager Queen." It was now that he realized he had picked up the birth-born when he let go of him, he fell to his feet. This was the problem he saw with the birth-borns. Not even a month into their formal fielding, and he was already encountering a corrupt officer looking to see how many ways he would benefit from his position rather than do his duty. The late-shift was notorious at the Dowager Queen. Off-the-books gambling in the casino, and dancers more than willing to earn some extra credits with a little extra work. It was formally closed during this time of day, but it did not stop the activities from taking place.
"Find Lieutenant Baines, I don't care if he's in the middle of fracking a Twi'lek model, and bring him to me. Find the Officer of the next watch, wake him, give him my orders and all relevant information," he said as he began striding for the command center at the barracks. It was not more than ten minutes later, that Lieutenant Baines was in binders and knelled outside the barracks. The night watch was gathered around, that could be spared. His formal charged were read off. Absence without leave, dereliction of duty and conduct unbecoming a Stormtrooper. The haggard and undone state of his uniform clearly showed that he was in the middle of the very activity he had ordered be interrupted. Without a word, he withdrew a pistol, and shot him in the forehead. A clean kill. The body would be dumped outside the city walls for the womprats to enjoy.
Soon, morning finally came, and the night watch was in the process of undressing, getting something to eat, and going to bed, as the morning watch was in the process of waking up, getting something to eat, and dressed for patrol when he finished briefing the Captain on the apparent situation. As expected, the Captain dismissed the idea of it warranting any attention, and agreed with his assessment of leaving all patrols within the city today. Shockingly, however, the Captain dismissed Lieutenant Baine's execution and felt the incident warranted no reporting or even request of a replacement. He decided that for the time being, he would serve as night watch officer in the city. For now, however, he went back to observing the shift change as the first platoon began its eight hour patrol of the city and the second patrol readied to begin their twelve hour patrol of the spaceport and cantinas for smuggler and pirate activity that would start in two hours. It would be another four hours before third platoon would be woken to ready for their eight hour patrol of the city at the end of first platoon's, and fourth platoon was now likely going to rest. If Hell were to break loose, now would likely be the time to do it.
Commander ALPHA-99 ("Wolf")
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| Qymendru_dap_Benjiar | Date: Monday, 27 Aug 2012, 3:27 PM | Message # 3 |
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| Indeed, there was a reason for organizing an attack on precise time. If you can study the enemy long enough, you could find when they tend to let their guard down. Qymen had employed this to a great effect for the Separatist side during the Clone Wars. Unfortunately, his efforts were squashed by what most, including Qymen himself, doesn't know were Palpatine engineering a plot to control the galaxy. This time around, there would be no Sith pulling strings among the Libs. Just mostly regular soldiers looking for a shot at freedom. Simplicity serves the Libs best. That component would be put to a use this day.
With the Imperial defense relatively down, it was time to attack. Once the Sand People had arrived to start shooting at Imperial patrols outside the city, Qymen gave a thumb signal for the slaves to rise against their Imperial masters. They did so. Raising A280s, they would begin shooting at msn and women in Imperial uniform. Then came the y-wing and its Headhunter escorts. The y-wing would launch a couple of concussion missiles toward the Imperial base, while Z-95s would be on the lookout for the Imperial fighters. That's when the final phase of the battle entered.
With his accent hard to read, he would overcome that barrier by letting out a roar. "Let's go show the galaxy what grunts like us are made of!" The Lieutenant Colonel was the first one to come out of an alley and shoot at a stormtrooper. Meanwhile, the rest of his squad would follow by. The second and final squad had emerged on the other side of the city and began doing the same thing.
Chaos was expanding, and the Libs know they would soon face more Imperials and wanted to give them a hard fight for the time being.
~Qymen dap Benjiar
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| Wolf | Date: Monday, 27 Aug 2012, 10:18 PM | Message # 4 |
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| They may have been timing it right, but the terrorist attack had woeful mistakes spread throughout. The reports of the movement of the Sand People were not from patrols, but civilians fleeing the war party. Imperial patrols had been ceased outside the walls since the disappearance of a platoon in the Jundland Wastes. Seeing as Mos Eisley currently only had a company of Stormtroopers for a garrison, they had little room for outer patrols with the demands of only a couple of hundred keeping peace in a city of several thousand, while attempting to reign in what could debatably be called a police force that was corrupted as easily as the winds of Tatooine shifted the sands. There was no reason, however, for an increased garrison. And the bulk of their forces were concentrated in Bestine, the only possibly valuable target on the planet, but even that was debatable. Other than a platoon outside Fort Tusken, outside Anchorhead, Wayfar and Mos Taike, as well as a company at Mos Entha and Mos Espa, the rest of their Regiment and the entirety of the Imperial Army's own Repulsorlift Regiment they had deployed were in Bestine.
While Bestine was close, it would be awhile before any assistance could come. However, since their comms were still up, they could still give out the call. For now, however, they reserved that possibility for should the absolute worst come of the situation. As ALPHA-99 looked at a holomap of the city, which feed tactical data through the city's sensor network, he saw the enemy attack begin. The moment any blasterfire, or in this case, the presence of improper weapons were detected, an individual would be painted on the map for easy trackdown. The A280 was such a weapon, due to its notoriety for being able to penetrate Stormtrooper armor. The external sensor net was also now pinging an alert for the incoming Sand People. The incoming enemy fighters, having been slowly moving and coming from the edge of the system, were easily detected and noted, for a flight of TIE/ln Starfighters were already en route from Bestine, long before what could at best be called an erratic attempt at a missile salvo on the barracks be attempted. At the edge of their possible range, the atmosphere had caused the weapons that were designed for operation in vacuum to drift, due to their extreme range, and one would strike against the barracks, which held against the blast of one missile. The second, however, which would have penetrated the central unit of the barrack, and likely have killed most of the Imperials, instead struck outside the barracks; which was the only possible location for Qymen's troops.
There were no Stormtroopers to be found in the streets. Still being in the midst of the shift change, thus the prime time for such a strike, the only men out on the street of any authority were the local security force which, while corrupt, would still defend its city. Mistaking him for a Stormtrooper, Qymen instead shot Lieutenant Rahg Barthis. He was a Clone Wars veteran of the Republic, who had been deafened and blinded and lost all four of his limbs in the war in the savage fighting that occurred on Umbara. He was denied entry into the Imperial Army following his long recovery from such wounds due to his cybernetics, which allowed him any modicum of functionality in life. Back to Tatooine, and his family of a Twi'lek woman, who he had liberated from slavery during his time in the Republic Judicial Forces, and four hybrid children. Due to prejudice on the world, they could not work, and thus he was the only breadwinner in the family. Qymen's raged shots would strike him in the head and chest. Expecting just a dull overnight shift on patrol, he was one of the decent and loyal cops in the city, thus his attention was drawn to a loud road out of concern for the well-being of a fellow citizen. The last sight his cybernetic eyes would ever see, and the parting image of his life, was the incoming shot from a rifle held by a crazed Kaleesh. His family would likely now starve to death, that is if they weren't enslaved by the Hutts.
Within moments of the opening attacks on many similar security officers, the barracks were soon swarmed by security patrols seeking safety from the attack. It would be easily put down however. The slave chips installed in the countless slaves now revolting in the streets allowed easy identification through the city's sensor network. Once all were tallied, as they made their way towards the barracks, Wolf turned to the control panel and inserted the proper control signal. Immediately, and within a blink of an eye, the slave chip within every slave exploded with the force of a thermal detonator. It would be a gruesome sight, but more importantly, damaging to many buildings in the avenue, which was like to be the most notable aspect of the action. Whether or not Qymen's men were caught up in the massive, simultaneous blast, was left to be seen; regardless of whether they were harmed, they just witnessed the bulk of their assault force being eliminated in a mere instant. That kind of event does something to a man, and it was likely that they had lost much of their will to fight. If they hadn't, they were foolish, and would shortly.
"Commander, what should we do?" asked Captain Tayvus. Wolf merely shook his head at the man's incompetence. He heard he had a brother in the Army's Commandos who was showing much more promise; the man before him was obviously riding his family's coattails.
"Get fourth platoon ready to re-deploy. First platoon, with me. Second platoon, deploy in one minute."
By deploy, he meant walk out of the front door, guns blazing. Leading the way with his WESTAR-M5, behind him came thirty four Stormtroopers, eight of which wielded T-21 Light Repeating Blasters and eight of which wielded DLT-20A Blaster Rifles, the rest carrying the standard E-11, however with the stock unfolded. While the fourth platoon was entirely birth-borns, and the third platoon was all birth-born except the Lieutenant and Sergeant Major, the first and second platoons were entirely Clones. Not only that, but battle-tested and hardened veterans. They were accurate, precise, cunning, and most of all, professional. As they came out of the building, those with the E-11s spread out along the now scorched and battered wall, while those with the T-21s and DLT-20As moved towards cover, albeit slowly as they laid down suppressing fire towards Qymen's squads. Once reaching the cover of the half-wall two meters in front of the building, those with E-11s and himself moved up to give covering fire to the second platoon that was now stacking up behind the once again closed door of the barracks. On the scopes of the fighters in air, which were now definitely in position to give better close air support to Qymen's men, the blips of an approaching five TIE Fighters in their infamous formation.
Commander ALPHA-99 ("Wolf")
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| The-Twins | Date: Thursday, 30 Aug 2012, 4:31 PM | Message # 5 |
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| Not all battles were won by numbers. Granted, the Empire had the manpower to throw massive amounts of numbers into any battle, but sometimes, every now and again, a combination of tactics, mobility, speed and the perfect shot could turn a tide, at least briefly. It was that which had brought Jonas and Phaedra Riallo to be lying prone atop a radio broadcast structure some thousand meters from the Imperial barracks and situated so as to provide a rather decent sight, if one had the scope and steady hands to work it with or, even better, a command of the Force.
The deaths of the slaves made the twins wince, almost as much as the lash of extinguished life en mass as much as the roar from the explosions, which could be heard even as high up as they were. As the stormtroopers moved out, working their way against Qymen's remaining forces, Phaedra gritted her teeth and sighted down her weapon, doing what Castor Vax had sent her there to do: kill Imperials. Her weapon was in excellent condition and the blaster rifle, a heavily modified DLT-19, was quite capable with the modifications made to it to be easily able to reach out and give a friendly tap against the helmet of any stormtrooper she sighted upon.
While most of the stormtroopers were not her concern, certain members were. She swore briefly as she lost sight of one in Phase II armor and switched her scope over to those carrying the heavy weapons. Time seemed to slow for Phaedra as she tagged each of those in the initial group carrying T-21 blasters. Her finger kissed the trigger and the rifle's barrel barely wavered save for the minute adjustments in her prone position to aim a shot through the eyepiece of each helm. Eight shots, four seconds, ideally all would strike their target. From there, she'd assess the situation and engage any other she saw carrying equally heavy weaponry.
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| Qymendru_dap_Benjiar | Date: Monday, 03 Sep 2012, 6:41 AM | Message # 6 |
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| Qymen's troops would not be anywhere near the barracks when the missile had hit outside the barracks. They were well outside of the range when the missile was impacted. The Libs would suffer a few casualties, three soldiers were killed in the initial wave of attacks. The Kaleesh had ordered every single one of his soldiers to move through the houses, to avoid being bombarded by the TIEs. The time for hit-and-run was over. The element of surprise had been lost. They didn't succeed in impacting the barracks as he'd hoped for, but it was time to leave. Qymen was the only war veteran out of all the troops presented. They had to get out of there. The y-wing and the Z-95s had been called off, heading back toward breaking out of planetary atmosphere. Everyone needs to leave before the reinforcements arrives. The Libs weren't quite ready for a full-scale combat yet.
Every soldier except Qymen would move for the nearest exit of the city, their escape likely aided by a pair of snipers that had just rained a few bolts toward particular Imperials. The Kaleesh would be able to catch the sight of a clone, he growled. Qymen had hated the clones for their actions during the Clone Wars. Then proceed to spray laser bolts toward the clone and a few of his companions before moving through different set of buildings. The Libs could escape in a ship as long as the reinforcements from Bestine doesn't arrive.
~Qymen dap Benjiar
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| Wolf | Date: Friday, 14 Sep 2012, 12:59 PM | Message # 7 |
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| "SNIPER!"
The shout pierced one's mind on the battlefield as if a vibrodagger had been shoved into the base of the brain. It not only startled one, but numbed one as well. Two the shots had rang true on the heavy weapons Stormtroopers, as they dropped, with their brains blasted out of the back of their helmets; another shot hit the third in the neck instead, decapitating him and sending his head flying, while the fourth was grazed on the shoulder. The wounded heavy weapons Stormtrooper crawled with his feet to the safety of the barrier they were all now nestled behind, ensuring their protection, at least for a time, from the Force-aided sniper. Like it or not, however, the drawback of blaster weaponry was its easy trace. Unlike many slugthrowers, the blaster left a visual clue to your position. It was a simple act of triangulation to get the location of the Sniper for elimination. The trick, however, would be, to get more shots out of the sniper without losing more men. Out of the range the city's sensor net, ALPHA-99 reached into his belt and produced a probe that he threw up. The small droid did its work to aggressively scan the city and countryside and find the sniper, while he watched through a holoprojector.
The TIEs, which would surely be a welcome sight to the Stormtroopers, were still working their way towards the insurgent flight. They would be nearing weapons range by now, and were already primed for combat.
Commander ALPHA-99 ("Wolf")
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| The-Twins | Date: Friday, 14 Sep 2012, 1:09 PM | Message # 8 |
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| A sniper with adequate cover and a weapon whose muzzle flash was suppressed could conceivably remain hidden for quite some time, striking out here and there before being forced to move. Unfortunately, the rooftop was far from ideal concealment and with air support coming in, odds were not in the twins' favor. "We need to get out of here Jonas!" Phaedra rolled on her side, then her back, behind the lip of the building. Her path took her to the opposite edge facing away from the stormtroopers to roll off, several stories down, to land lightly on the ground below. By the time the probe was likely to scan their rooftop, Jonas and Phaedra were already off of it.
With the rifle stowed in a case, the pair quickly made their way along the streets away from the garrison, past screaming women and men and children who wept at the carnage or vainly hugged shattered corpses to themselves. Hopefully, they'd bought the Libs some time to escape. Their small, small part in this failed skirmish was over.
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| Qymendru_dap_Benjiar | Date: Sunday, 28 Oct 2012, 5:33 AM | Message # 9 |
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| Indeed, this battle went miserable really fast. It would take the Kaleesh Colonel some time to get used to the majority of the Libs being inexperienced in warfare. The time to grit is not now. It's time to get the rest the Hell off Tatooine. "I'm ordering an evacuation!" His mouth tasted bitterness in his mouth. This wasn't the Huk Wars nor was it the Clone Wars. They need every single soldier as alive as possible. The Empire have an abundant supply of soldiers. The Libs don't.
Since the twin snipers most likely left the city by then, as well as his troops, he became an one-man army. Qymen moved through every house and shooting at the whites at every open window to slow their advances upon the soldiers of the Libs. The A280 assault rifle were effective. The Sand People pressed their attacks on. That helped a little bit. Likely, the explosion further agitated them. As the TIEs were closing in, he had an unconventional idea on how to fend the fighters off. The exit Qymen was heading for were where the Sand People were at. With the A280 assault rifle, he fired three shots at each of the guards keeping the barricade closed. Then as he ran, he slid a bit onto the sand in order to slid over to lift the bar off the door. Qymen using one hand to fire off a few rounds at the incoming stormtroopers.
With the free hand, he opened the door for the Sand People to pour in. That should buy the Libs a little more time, waiting for the Sand People to empty the passageway before getting out in the desert. That's when he decided to contact the twins, grabbing a comlink. "We're sitting ducks! I know this is crazy, but could you try sniping some pilots down?! I'm on my way!" The Kaleesh would make a beeline for their ships.
~Qymen dap Benjiar
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