The Rebel Faction

The team found themselves pinned down in the hole in the wall, a deadly stream of fire picking away at their cover. Over the roar of fire, J-1 shouted to his team.

"Two Destroyers, their shields are up! We're out of high explosives, any ideas!?"

The team looked baffled. They'd expected high security, but Destroyer droids were something else. They still had a few smoke grenades, but they had plenty of other sensors. J-1 checked his wristwatch, they were running out of time...

The two droids kept pouring fire into the wall. Then, all of a sudden, something rolled between them. They turned to see that it was a grenade, and though they were useless against droids the pair still paused for a fraction of a second.

Long enough for J-6 and J-3 to come barrling out of the hole in the wall, clutching melee weapons. Passing through the shields, they grappled the droids in hand to hand combat.

"Move!" shouted J-1, and the other three agents ran past the fight, vaulted up a flight of stairs (hopping nimbly over the laser-tripwires, revealed by the smoke grenade) and continued into the base.

*Cough cough*

As J-6 tore into the other Droideka's backside with his claws, his leg was painfully slashed by a spike on the arm of the first droid. He fell to his knees, as both droids turned to fire. But a vibro-dagger spun out, planting itself in the head of one droid. The other turned, and got a faceful of screaming Aqualish in its' face. The two droids and the two agents, both still functioning, felt a sudden tactical imperative to get behind cover and reassess.

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Outside the tower, however, things were far calmer. J-5 had finished running the last of his little bugs to mess with the security system, and was carefully removing anything that would suggest that it had been specifically a Coalition agent that had come here. But just before he unplugged the wire he'd attatched to the security system, there was a blipping from his monitor.

It took a few moments to realize what it is, and J-5 swore under his breath. He scrabbled quickly for his comm-unit.

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J-1, 2, and 4 were almost there. Stealthily stepping over suspiscious floor panels, avoiding the sight of laser-activated defences, and cracking the last few routine locks, they finally found the last doors within their sight, at the end of a short corridor. J-2 took a step just as their comm-units turned on.

"Don't step in there!" Said J-5, hysterically "Its' a trap!"

And in the following hush, all heard the near-silent sound of a descending floor panel, under J-2's foot.

"Holy sh-"

J-3 and J-6 knew what was going on. They quickly rolled back into the hole in the wall, well before the gentle pitter-patter of deadly laser-fire.

"What do we do?" said J-3 "We can't possibly move forwards, and we can't go back."

J-6 shrugged "May as well pin them down for now." and with that drew his pistol. "On three."

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J-1 had to move fast. Just in time, before the Sh- had come out, he rolled back out of the room. But J-2 and J-4 were not so quick, and the Repulsors knocked them into the air.

There was nothing J-1 could do right now, and all of them knew it. The two were pinned, in a quite painful but not yet fatal way. Skirting the edge of the Repulsor field and keeping his eyes on his compatriots, he made it to the far door, clicked it open, ran inside-

-and rolled, as he came immeadietly under fire. Two super-battle-droids, old but still top-of-the-line fighters and guards, sprayed precision fire at him. He kept rolling until he was behind another pillar - there seemed to be a number of them around here.

He was in Rico's office, and he was COMPLETELY pinned down.

(I hope you don't mind if I at least write a little for this thread. I'm anxious to get it going, you see, so if you want me to edit it away I will.)

J-1 gritted his teeth, listening to the rythmic pattern of fire the two droids were sending his way. After determining the pattern (he hoped), J-1 gritted his teeth, and dived.

He was right. Just as he did so, both droids were reloading, and J-1 shot one through the head, which collapsed. The other was quick to return fire though, and J-1 scrambled up a staircase overlooking Rico's office. The droid was bright though, and J-1 barely had the time to wonder why the rythmic fire had stopped when he felt the staircase shake below his feet.

The droid was firing rockets at him, and one had just blasted a portion of staircase nearby into rubble. J-1 got to his feet, and straight ran up the stairs, as another rocket crashed into the wall, the blast nipping at his heels.

He arrived at the top of the stairs, to find there was nothing more then a small ornamental overlook onto the rest of the office and a window. A third rocket could be heard heading straight for him. J-1, keeping his head, snatched something from his pocket-

-And then the blast hit the top of the stairs, sending a cloud of dust, bits of stairs, and smoke in all directions. The droid stopped, trying to evaluate wether his target had survived or not. Satisfied, it turned to the door-

Just as J-1 swung through a window on a grappling rope, attatched to the window several meters higher and near the blast. His pistol found its' mark, and sent the second droid sprawling into the ground, pierced many times through the back.

J-1 landed with a grunt of exertion. He pressed a button which loosed the grapnel, and coiled it up again. So this was Rico's office, he better act fast.

With great care, inspecting every footstep he took (For Rico was a crafty sort) J-1 made his way to the main desk, with the main computer on it. Now, if only J-5 was still there, he needed someone's help for this.

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Outside the tower, J-5 flattened himself against the wall again as a passing airspeeder scanned the tower with a searchlight. Once it was gone, he heard a bleep from his datapad. He flipped open the screen.

It was a message from J-1, which quickly updated the agent on the situation. The team leader needed someone to slice Rico's personal computer, something next to impossible without a connection to it, but J-1 had provided by using his limited computer abilities to connect the computer to the main Network.

J-5 cracked his thin fingers, as data streamed into his datapad. This was going to be the sloppiest, worst-done bit of programming since that 'hello-world' bit he'd done in the first grade, but with all his cunning, it might just work.

J-1 cursed, and watched with baited breath as the file downloaded. 75%... 85%...

Finally, success! J-5 signald the file was across, and J-1 breathed a sigh of relief. He stepped back, and put two shots into the computer's screen. They already knew he was in anyways, might as well be thorough.

He ran out of the room, dodged around the remaining defences, and arrived to where J-2 and 4 had wriggled free from capture. Without a word between them, they slipped down the stairs, and landed behind the battle going on with the rest of the team and the droidekas. From their position, it was the work of a moment to snipe off the two droids.

The team fully reassembled, except for J-5, they silently made their way back the way they came. Thermal scans revealed a veritable army of security droids and personnel coming up the tower, along with far more deadly defence systems.

Outside the tower, J-5 turned on his cable-winch, which rapidly lowered him down to the ground floor. As he landed on the ground, he cut the cable, and scampered away into an alley to lurk. His small size allowed him to find a snug corner, where he waited for contact.

The rest of the team got back up on to the roof. J-6 groaned, and said "If we've got any escape plans, I suggest we exectue them now."

J-1 nodded, and scanned the skies. Where were they?