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FIRES OF EXARON
The year is 4 ABY. After the fall of Hoth to the Empire, the Rebellion is scattered and on the run, trying to regroup to continue their fight against the Imperials. Around the galaxy, the Empire is tightening its grip and clamping down on various worlds, pushing people more and more towards the edge; one such world is Exaron. A heavily industrialized planet providing mechanical equipment for the Imperial war machine, the people of Exaron have long been subjugated and worked to the bone by Imperial authority. Its capital city, Vratokh, is a sprawling metropolis of smog and industry, with a seedy underground that is barely tolerated by the patrolling Stormtroopers.
Vratokh is divided into five main districts. The Imperial District is home to the central Imperial barracks and command centers, as well as housing for Imperial bureaucrats and dignitaries. The Naviar District is home to the rich elite, the heads of industry who have Imperial connections. The Killik District is a small residential district which houses the mid-level management and middle class of Exaron. The Tondar District is an enormous slum, home to the working class, as well as containing a separate ghetto where the alien population of the city, shunned because of Imperial rule, are located. Finally, the Industrial District, which comprises the majority of the massive city; the Industrial District itself is divided into ten sub-districts, denoted only by number.
The Imperial presence on the planet is massive, consisting of an above-average number of Stormtroopers and Imperial Army troops to keep the population in line and the machinery churning. A Moff resides in Vratokh, and is assisted by a General and an Admiral, who command the ground and naval forces, respectively. They have at their disposal Stormtroopers, a small number of walkers, artillery pieces, transport vehicles, speeders, speeder bikes, TIE fighters, Interceptors, and Bombers, an Imperial-class Star Destroyer, a Victory-class Star Destroyer, and five Carrack frigates.
The Rebellion has no official presence on the planet. Ten years prior, when Imperial rule on the planet was looser, they established a small cell to operate against the Empire. With time and increases in surveillance, however, the cell has become cut off from Alliance support, and has evolved into a dissident cell working to free Exaron, rather than to support the Rebellion. Their weaponry and equipment is a conglomeration of stolen Imperial weaponry and black market purchases, and their tactics consist of sporadic hit-and-run and harassment attacks. However, with the recent capture of an Alliance military officer on Exaron, the cell sees a chance to perhaps reestablish contact with the Alliance for support and put Exaron on a path to freedom.
Major Patrick Rudder lay in the underbrush of the forests of Exaron, his breathing slow and shallow to the point of being inaudible. He peered through the 2x sight of his A280 blaster rifle at the lead member of the Stormtrooper patrol that was slowly approaching his position. Clad in camouflage fatigues and a boonie, and with his face and weapon both painted in similar camouflage patterns, he was all but invisible to the closing patrol. He slowly moved his index finger from the side of the weapon into the trigger guard and rested it lightly against the trigger of his weapon as he moved the red dot in his sight to the head of the second Stormtrooper. He took a slow breath in, exhaled, and then stopped his breathing completely. All of a sudden, an explosion rocked the forest, cutting down several members on the right side of the patrol. Patrick squeezed his trigger, sending a single blaster bolt into the helmet of the Stormtrooper he was aimed on, and in his sight saw two other Imperials be cut down in like manner. In a matter of seconds, the forest was once again quiet and the entire patrol was dead. Patrick waited, continuing to peer through his scope to see if any more Imperials would come. Then, in a slight whisper, he spoke into the mouthpiece of his wiry headset, “Alpha Niner-Zero, Alpha Six. Any tangos?”
“Negative, all clear for at least five zero zero meters.”
“Roger,” said Patrick. He slowly rose to a kneeling position, extending his hand and making an upward motion with it. Around him, fifteen men dressed in like fashion and wearing an assortment of helmets, hats, and other headgear got slowly and quietly to their feet from the brush. Patrick slowly made his way forward to where the Stormtroopers had been killed and examined the carnage. Three men on the right side of the patrol had been cut down by the antipersonnel mine the rebels had laid as a fire commencer, while six more were killed with headshots immediately upon the detonation of the mine. Turning back towards his men, he held a single finger up and twirled it in a circular motion. The men got up and quickly converged on him, while from further back in the woods two men wearing heavy ghillie suits slowly rose from the ground and walked forward, one carrying a long KiSteer 1284 sniper rifle while the other had an A280.
Once the men were all assembled around him, Patrick kneeled down again and said, “Aright, people, we’re about one klick from the objective. Advance in column, fire team wedge, roger?”
“Roger,” replied the soldiers.
“Form up and move out,” said Patrick. The troopers quickly got into their formations and began their speedy yet quiet movement forward through the forests. These men were Rangers, elite SpecForce troopers trained specifically for fighting in woodland areas.
Fifteen minutes later, Patrick heard his sniper’s voice over his headset, “Alpha Six, Alpha Niner-Zero.”
“Go ahead,” said Patrick.
“Eyes on a single Bothan up ahead, three-zero meters at eleven o’clock,” said the sniper. “He’s hiding.”
“Roger,” said Patrick. “Any sign of the other?”
“Roger,” said Patrick. He turned to his men, pointed to his eyes with two fingers, and then pointed ahead with one before waving side to side, indicating that his men were not to kill the man up ahead. They slowly advanced, weapons at the ready, and within several moments were only meters from the Bothan. Aiming his weapon at the man, Patrick said, “Freeze.”
“Who are you?” asked the Bothan in return. “Where are you?”
“Get up with your hands in the air,” said Patrick. “Are you armed?”
“Yes,” said the Bothan, slowly getting up, his hands raised.
Patrick motioned to one of his Rangers, who jumped up and rushed over to the Bothan, removing the blaster pistol from the man’s holster and giving him a quick pat-down. “Clean,” said the Ranger.”
Patrick finally showed himself, as did the rest of the Rangers. “Gath Laons’hir?” asked Patrick.
“No, Kolir Za’hen, Gath’s partner,” said the Bothan.
“Where is Gath?” asked Patrick.
Kolir looked down for a moment with shifty, embarrassed eyes. “He has been taken by the Empire.”
Patrick breathed out heavily, thinking. "Ok, what happened?" he asked.
"Not long after we made the call, they found us," said Kolir. "Gath and I split up to increase our chances. I used my comm equipment to hack into their communications, and I found out that they had captured Gath."
"Do you know where they are?" asked Patrick.
"Yes," said Kolir. "There is a facility not far from here where they are keeping him. We must rescue him and escape."
"Do you have the information we need?" asked Patrick.
"Yes," said Kolir.
"Then we're leaving, let's go," said Patrick.
"What about Gath?" asked Kolir.
"There's nothing we can do for him now," said Patrick.
"Please," said Kolir. "I have known Gath for many years. I have surveilled the location and there is a way to sneak in. We will only have to deal with minimal guards, and I know the SpecForce can handle it."
Patrick looked around at his men and then back at Kolir. "How many men?"
"No more than ten," said Kolir. "And we have the advantage of surprise. They will not expect us."
"Sir," said First Sergeant Shrinlock, Patrick's company sergeant, "Let's give this guy a chance to get his friend."
Patrick nodded. "Very well, but if we get there and I don't like anything about this place or the situation, we're leaving," he said.
"Of course," said Kolir. "Thank you. Follow me."
The men set off to the north, following Kolir for at least thirty minutes. The spy was just as good, if not better, than the Rangers at moving quickly while being silent at the same time; at some points Patrick nearly lose the Bothan in the forest, despite the man not wearing full camouflage. Finally, Kolir stopped and said, "The back entrance is just ahead. It is unguarded right now."
Patrick looked through his sights at the metal bunker in a clearing ahead of them. As Kolir pointed out, there was no one currently guarding it. "Alright, let's go. Linhoros, Galkin, you stay here."
"Yes, sir," said the sniper and his spotter.
Patrick, Kolir, and the rest of the Rangers got up and sprinted across the clearing to the wall of the building. "Can you hack the door?" asked Patrick.
"No need," said Kolir, walking up to the door.
"What do you...?" started Patrick, but Kolir simply pressed the door controls and they slid open to reveal a contingent of Stormtroopers waiting there with their weapons leveled at the Rangers. From around the corner of the building came more Stormtroopers, weapons at the ready.
Kolir turned to Patrick and shook his head. "I'm sorry."
"You bastard," muttered Patrick.
One of the Stormtroopers stepped forward and said, "Drop your weapons and surrender."
Patrick looked at his men, and Shrinlock said, "Sir, 'Surrender’ isn't a Ranger word.”
"My thoughts exactly," said Patrick, and he raised his weapon in an instant and fired a blaster bolt through the chest of the Stormtrooper officer. Immediately both sides opened fire, dropping all the Rangers and an equal number of Stormtroopers. Patrick felt a blaster bolt cut through his stomach and he doubled over from the shot. As he fell he saw his men being killed and shot, and as he hit the ground, the firing slowed and ceased. He heard a crack as Linhoros undoubtably felled an Imperial with a sniper shot, and several Imperials rushed towards the forest. Two Stormtroopers lifted Patrick off the ground and carried him over to an Imperial officer wearing a black uniform.
"Is this the leader of the group?" asked the officer.
"Yes," said Kolir, standing next to the officer.
The officer nodded. "Very well, take him back to the city. We will interrogate him there."
Across Exaron, the Imperial-controlled holovids broadcast the news immediately and often: a Rebel force had been wiped out, and its commanding officer captured.
((OOC: Hopefully that will give you guys a good place to start, with the news of the officer's capture being widespread. Post in the OOC if you have any questions or need help starting. For the Rebels, I'm going to need to be rescued. ))