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Post by shaneymania on Nov 29, 2016 12:53:21 GMT -5
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Post by captainecho on Nov 30, 2016 9:01:01 GMT -5
This was awesome, and a lot of fun. We got through 3 missions? The setup is the killer (like most fantasy flight games there are a lot of pieces, as Wes pointed out.) We were down one hero, and its easy to swap people in.
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Post by Southerncap on Nov 30, 2016 12:36:54 GMT -5
"Get this thing off of me!" the female commando shouted. The tripod-mounted heavy blaster fire tore through her dwindling cover of mud and rocks, allowing no respite for her to return fire. In one smooth motion, another commando, this one much more grizzled-looking, popped around a wall and fired a single accurate shot. The Imperial Stormtooper manning the turret collapsed with a gaping hole between his eye-pieces. Without hesitation, the female commando sprung up and made a suicidal charge through a swarm of probe droids for the barricaded door, blasting it open with the fire from her powerful DL-44. As she collapsed from multiple blaster wounds, the grizzled commando shouldered his way through the opening, ignoring the distracted probe droid menace.
The holorecording stopped.
General Vitsun Weiss of the Imperial Army stared coldly at the frozen image of the wounded commando for another half a minute. "Who are they?" He asked the pair of ISB Security Agents across the holotable. They looked so much alike that they could be brothers. Weiss has long since forgotten their individual names, and now referred to them as "A" and "B" mentally. "B" had the slightly bigger nose.
It was "B" who first responded. "We do not have a solid identification on them yet."
"What we can say, though, is that this is the same strike group who knocked out our F.O.B. on Yavin IV," added "A". "We also believe that this is the group that wiped out some of our on-the-ground assets on Onerdon."
What an interesting and clinical way of describing the situation, Weiss thought. The reprehensible rebels used the Empire's own bombs in the attack, securing them to the legs of a manned AT-ST scout walker, bringing it crashing down with a massive explosion. He had seen the crater himself.
"A" worked the controls of the holotable, which shortly showed several simultaneous recordings of obviously different sites. The same individuals appeared in each. "The male definitely has military training, and is equipped in a fashion that resembles the rebel special operations strike teams. The female is more lightly equipped, but extremely quick and deadly."
"She is also impossibly difficult to kill," "B" added. "We have multiple recorded instances of her taking blaster fire in the face. Heavy blaster fire..." He pulled up a recording of one such incident. "There's not enough Bacta in the galaxy to keep her operational. It's... improbable."
A quick adjustment of the controls cycled all the recordings to now display a female Twi'Lek. "This one is the most curious of all," said "A". "Her only weapon appears to be a simple metal staff." He pointed to a recording of the Twi-Lek engaging and quickly dispatching one of Weiss's pet Nexu, just prior to holding off a second creature.
"She has Jedi training," Weiss said coldly.
"A" snorted while "B" said, "Impossible!"
That's the problem with these brainwashed ISB fools, though Weiss. They so fully believed in the infallibility of the Empire, that they let loyalty trump logic. They are told that Vader destroyed the Jedi. They cannot even contemplate that he failed; Even slightly. He reached for the controls and wound back the recording to the beginning of the fight against the Nexu. The giant alien predator flashed claw attack after claw attack at the Twi-Lek, each expertly deflected and countered. He showed it again, slower this time.
"She is anticipating the attacks before they happen. Watch her movements closely," Weiss said, walking away from the table and clasping his hands behind his back. Yes, Vader is powerful, he thought, but even the most powerful individual will still make mistakes.
A loud chime erupted from the messaging console across the room. "B" moved to retrieve it and his voice became still and cold, "General... A message from Lord Vader..."
Weiss met the ISB agent's eyes directly for the first time in days.
"And he is not pleased."
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Post by captainecho on Dec 1, 2016 18:02:36 GMT -5
"Get this thing off of me!" the female commando shouted. The tripod-mounted heavy blaster fire tore through her dwindling cover of mud and rocks, allowing no respite for her to return fire. In one smooth motion, another commando, this one much more grizzled-looking, popped around a wall and fired a single accurate shot. The Imperial Stormtooper manning the turret collapsed with a gaping hole between his eye-pieces. Without hesitation, the female commando sprung up and made a suicidal charge through a swarm of probe droids for the barricaded door, blasting it open with the fire from her powerful DL-44. As she collapsed from multiple blaster wounds, the grizzled commando shouldered his way through the opening, ignoring the distracted probe droid menace.
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"She is also impossibly difficult to kill," "B" added. "We have multiple recorded instances of her taking blaster fire in the face. Heavy blaster fire..." He pulled up a recording of one such incident. "There's not enough Bacta in the galaxy to keep her operational. It's... improbable."
I was laughing so hard I cried when I read this. Not enough Bacta in the world for sure. Thanks Wes for playing the DM for this craziness
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