Here's one of Zurthas' missions, made up as I went. Some things may seem outrageous, but it's starwars, and it's me. Enjoy! Oh yeah, it's 3 pages long, just a warning.
A Colonel was addressing a special
operations unit about to embark on a mission most of them would not return
from. They were in a submerged bunker,
armored with multiple feet of reinforced concrete and steel. The Colonel stopped mid-sentence and looked up,
a light whistling sound found its way through the armor. Suddenly, a large thump, quickly followed by
a loud bang, as part of the roof collapsed onto the troops below. The remaining who were still conscious heard
a second, much lighter thump on the roof.
A dark figure dropped from the new hole in the ceiling, almost
unnoticed. The dazed survivors looked
amongst the rubble for the wounded soldiers underneath. Few if any heard the small gasp that came
from the head of the room.
The colonel stirred, finally
opening his eyes in a dark smoky room, with only one wall lit, just
barely. He groaned slightly, realizing
painfully that his left leg was broken.
The light on the wall responded to the sound by jerking to the left onto
the side wall, and then the source faced him, just a narrow strip of light,
which then went out. His eyes were not
spared the onslaught, as two bright lights,
a bit higher then the small strip, and not spaced very far apart, turned
on, cutting through the smoke, and bearing down on him.
A low voice mumbled, “well, for
effect” and suddenly the two bright lights went out, replaced by a sparkling
flare, which split in two, and now he could see his tormentor. The two flares dropped to the ground, revealing
a tall, thin figure, encased in armor.
The golden visor glinted in the light of the flares. The mysterious figure was holding a small
black, highly durable booklet, which had been in the Colonel’s jacket pocket
before the meeting. It was their battle
plans for the next 5 years.
“He can’t get out of here!” the
thought roared through his mind like a TIE fighter. He reached for his e-beacon on his belt. The man looked up from the glowing object on
his wrist, realizing what he was doing, and full on dove across the room,
landing a fist in the colonel’s face, but it was too late, the hand fell on the
emergency button.
Zurthas heard a muffled alarm, got
up from where he landed next to the colonel in an attempt to stop him, and
jumped through a hole in the wall. He
turns on the lights on the top of his helmet, and comes back out with a large
cylindrical tank on his back, and holding a flame thrower.
He pulls the flamethrower up,
holding it with one hand and resting it against his shoulder, and with resolve
seldom seen outside the movie theater, states,” When in doubt, use fire.”
Arriving at the top of a long
spiral staircase, with several burning carcasses somewhere behind him, he
slowly forces the door open, enough to survey outside. Army personnel are lined up and patrolling,
with others obviously searching for the colonel in charge, both groups are
assisted by vehicles, heavy and light.
Thankfully for Z, the emergency beacon didn’t have a homing chip. He places the flamethrower next to his right
thigh, and activates the magnetic clips to hold it. Pulling from his belt several C4 charges, he
places them on the door, and then he removes a cardboard tube from his back,
mounting it on his shoulder, presses the safety, and fires a single high
velocity rocket at the nearest tank through the door. He jumps backwards over the railing, landing
a floor down, mid flight he presses the button to detonate the C4 on the
door. He races back up the stairs, turns
out the door, and begins throwing flames.
His advanced new flamethrower, with
a range of over 200m, easily reaches most of the armed personnel in the area,
as well as some of the vehicles. The
lighter armored ones are out of action almost immediately, but some of the
crews in the heavier vehicles aren’t getting cooked alive, and are still
providing quite the nuisance. He reclips the flamethrower to his thigh, and
grabs two thrown rockets from a clip.
Leaning around a corner, he tosses one towards an APC spewing light
turbolaser rounds in his direction. The
rocket travels about 5m out of Z’s hand, before the rocket ignites and propels
it towards the APC, where it impacts with enough force to punch through and
kill the operator. With the other
rocket, he turns, and seeing a tank slowly coming around a corner, he throws
it, attempting to time it so it would hit the turret when it became exposed,
but the pop out fins catch the wind and the nose falls, and it skips off the
ground, destroying one of the tanks repulsor pods. Now disabled, the tank’s fire from its main
cannon is blocked by the building.
Seeing how most everybody who was in the courtyard had taken cover in
buildings, he ran into what seemed like it would be an armory.
With plenty of small rooms filled
with explosives and live rounds, mayhem ensued as soon as he lit the flamethrower. Though looking at the diagnostic screen on
the weapon, Z realized he had spent more than most of his fuel in the
courtyard, so he disconnected the fuel tank to the actual flame thrower, and
dropped the auto-booby trapped fuel tank onto the ground. He attached the flamethrower to his back and
pulled the shotgun from the shin attachment.
Turning the next corner, he showered the room with BBs and lasers. After
clearing what he thought was all the rooms, he returned to the main room to see
if he could scavenge any useful weapons.
Scouring among the weapons, he
heard a door open, and looked towards the sound. One of the Colonel’s personal guards and two
other, much lower ranking guards stepped through the door. The main one, a trandoshan, was wearing what
seemed like an awfully ceremonial outfit to be wearing during a one man
invasion. Then he realized he was here
to fight, one on one, mano a mano. The
trandoshan was holding a power hammer, so Zurthas unclicked his belt and
bandolier, and also disabled the magnetic weapon clips, so he was left with a
machete and his father’s hunting dagger.
He placed the dagger in a hideaway compartment in his right bracer. He felt no need to discard his armor, as the
trandoshan was too wearing armor, though Zurthas felt confident it was not
nearly as good, nor did it cover his face, hands, or feet. Looking down at himself, he activated a
feature in his armor he had not used in a long time, the two liquid weapon
dispensers in his right bracer lifted their back ends, and two long,
brilliantly red feathers emerged. This
was no longer about politics; this was a fight of honor.
One of the lesser guards clapped
his hands twice, and the trandoshan charged, Z figured it meant go, so he did
the same, sidestepping at the last moment, as his opponent went roaring
past. The fight went on for a good
twenty minutes, Zurthas simply sidestepping more attacks then blocking or
giving. The trandoshan suddenly paused
and reached under the small cape he was wearing, and pulled out a modified,
high power blaster pistol. Z froze, then
dodged as the gun went off. Figuring if
it was a free for all, he turned, going to one knee as he did, raised his right
arm, and activated the pop out mini flame thrower. He grinned under his helmet, and napalm
gushed out the tube, but it failed to ignite, his target simply coated in
goo. He dove to the side as another shot
from the blaster rang off, then jumped up and charged at the dosh, pulling his
last flare from his hip. The trandoshan
raised his gun for the last time, as Z jumped he lit the flare and jabbed it
into his opponent’s face, causing initial pain, before he burst into
flames. He about faced the two other
guards, reached down while lifting up his right leg, on which his shotgun was
situated (he had slyly placed it there when he dodged after his flamethrower
malfunctioned) and keeping it attached to his ****, fired it twice. Both guards received all the force of one
shot in their stomachs, they died almost instantaneously. He returned to his pile of weapons, and
replaced each to its spot.
Peering around the door frame, he
saw a conjugation of armored vehicles in front of the building, though they
were facing in no particular direction.
Stealthing himself, he ran back to the door through which he came from
the spiral staircase, and jumped down the stairwell. Arriving where he had left the Colonel, who
was still there, or at least his body was, he stepped over the carcass and into
where he had stashed his weapons months prior to the attack. He took what things he thought he might need,
along with a 2 foot long, 10 inch thick, round topped cylinder, and booby
trapped what remained. He slung the
SPABTC (Self Propelled Air Burst Tactical Nuke) over his shoulder and headed
back up the stairs.
Arriving topside, he scaled a short
building, for a vantage point to activate this suicide weapon with. He unstealthed, and leapt off the roof,
landing in the middle of a crowd of people and vehicles, at first nobody wasn’t
surprised enough to realize who he was, so they all stood in stupor, until he
stabbed the SPABTC into the ground, and activated it, in which, they began to
grab for their weapons. Zurthas sprinted
for cover, behind a pillar on the mayoral building, pulling a book sized box
and a waterbottle sized cylinder from his belt, he pressed a button on the
cylinder and stabbed it into the box, causing a handle to protrude from each
object. He had started his count at 15
when he had initiated the nuclear device, he was now at 3…2…1. The bottom inch of the nuke exploded,
igniting the rocket motor in the upper half, which sped strait up to over 500
ft in less then two seconds. Upon
hearing the initial explosion, Z had grabbed both handles on the shield booster
mechanism, sending millions upon millions of volts of electricity through his
suit, which it used to create a ton of more shield power… for about 5
seconds. The nuke exploded at 572 feet
above Zurthas and the large group of enemy forces. The 9 kiloton warhead wiped out the entire
city.
Zurthas’ boosted shields had held
up, though the outside of his armor was glowing red when he stood up. His armor’s radiation filter had kicked in,
and he headed out of the flattened, lifeless town, through a mile or two of charred
and decimated forrest, and to a pre designated rendezvous point.