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ROAE S3E4: Prison Break
Agents Cross and Roan fight their way through the prison facility on Eskaedar's moon.
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Despite the ongoing red alert in the prison facility built into Eskaedar's moon, the communications room is a quite relaxed environment. Only one of the two stormtroopers stands at their post, while the other sits at the other end of the room to chat with a technician.

"First red alert in a few months." One technician says to his coworker while managing the transmissions between security levels. "That wasn't a drill, I mean."

"Mhm." The other technician agrees dryly.

"Have you relayed it to planetside comms yet?" The first asks.

The second technician sighs. "It's always such a pain to send the report. Praxus always needs me to follow up afterwards and the communications crew down there always gets angry at me for the workload."



"Quit your whining and relay the alert, Everett." The head technician speaks up from his elevated position, annoyed. "This is what we have to deal with in exchange for being on the Baron's payroll."

"No need for the attitude." Everett says defensively and begins to send a report...



... until muffled blaster fire is heard from the other side of the door.

"... I swear, I didn't get a report that they were this close." The first technician whimpered.

"Biscuit, come on over." The stormtrooper standing guard orders her fellow trooper. Having no desire to call each other by numbers after leaving the Empire's doctrine.

"Got it." The appropriately-nicknamed Biscuit sets down his crackers and starts approaching the door.



"Probably just security putting them down." The first trooper shrugs and begins to raise her blaster. "But let's be ready just in case."

"Wish they'd radio us about this kind of--"



Biscuit is unable to finish his sentence before the door cracks open and a hail of blaster bolts assault their position. The shots quickly defeat both guards, who slump onto the floor.



And in stroll ISB agents Nooram and Cross, looking no worse for wear after fighting their way to the comms center.

"Alright, if you folks want to return to your cushy jobs on Praxus's money, then don't cause trouble and we won't give it back." Nooram announces as he heads straight for the head technician's terminal.



The technician who was sitting with the late Biscuit stands up upon the entry of the rogue agents, but begins to draw a blaster pistol while he slowly shuffles towards them.



His attempts are rendered moot, however, when Cross swiftly picks up one of the fallen guards' rifles with his off hand and shoots the rebellious technician squarely in the chest.

"It's as he said. Don't give us trouble and you won't get any." Cross says evenly, not so much as flinching from the attack.



"Take a seat next to your coworkers." Nooram nudges the head technician down the steps. "Or employees. I don't know how your screwed-up hierarchy works. And don't tell me," he interrupts the head tech before they can answer, "Because I don't actually care."



"Now that we've got the luxury of the comms center, I can at least get some words-only messages to and from General Falcoff." Nooram calls back to Cross as the latter keeps his blasters aimed at the technicians.

Several long moments of silence follow as Nooram begins a complicated exchange with the General, requiring both parties to verify their identity at least thrice due to the living security breach that was Praxus's regime. The following discussion is short, but by the time Nooram turns back around, he smiles confidently. The terminals begin to shut down from an input code he used, cutting the prison off from alerting Eskaedar.



"You certainly look pleased with yourself." Cross notices.



"What can I say?" Nooram shrugs as he steps off the raised platform. "The General had some good news. Remember that old pet project of mine?"

"The... vintage vibroblade we found on Taris?" Cross guesses. "How does that- oh, or do you mean the luxury speeder we've been restoring?"



"Close, but better." Nooram circles around Cross to face the technicians that are being held hostage. "A little something we picked up from Vas Aleni is here."

"Vas Aleni?" Cross questions. "Somebody would have had to bring it here... Falcoff's boys?"

"Bingo."



Both agents now hold the hostages at gunpoint.

"We really have nothing to gain from killing them." Cross admitted, distasteful towards the idea of killing prisoners. They could have valuable information - and it just didn't feel right here.

"I agree. Let's just stun them and be on our merry way." Nooram nods, and both take adjust their blasters before taking aim and zapping each technician into a state of unconsciousness.

--



Having already cleared most of the hallways of enemies, it was easy for the operatives to find their way to one of the facility's many hangars. Inside, sitting above several fallen guards, was the gunship that Cross and Nooram had counter-hijacked from a heist crew many years before.

Having been working on it and modifying it for years, Nooram had grown quite fond and proud of it; he had redesignated it the UA-40C, or as he liked to call it sometimes, the "C-wing". He had ignored Roan's input that it looked nothing like the letter C.

"Never thought I'd be so happy to see this thing." Cross commented dryly as they sprinted through the hangar to enter the troop bay.

"You're breaking my heart, Roan." Nooram joked, running up the ramp and past a friendly shock trooper that waved them inside.



Cross and Nooram were greeted by the familiar sight of the C-wing's troop bay, though it was more cramped as usual as a fireteam of shocktroopers made combat preparations. The first trooper inside to notice the operatives' arrival was one carrying a heavy cannon, who nodded to them and called over his shoulder.

"Captain, Cross and Nooram just arrived."



"Right on time." The shocktrooper captain said approvingly, shuffling past to address them. "Agent Cross, Agent Nooram, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Captain Hildegard of the 85th Shock Trooper Corps. General Falcoff sent us ahead."

"They were about to head for the planet but I got a message out to them from the comms center, telling them to land here." Nooram explained to Cross, who nodded.

"Now we need to form a strategy." Cross declared, to which both Hildegard and Nooram agreed.

"First let me introduce you to the agent that Falcoff sent us here with." Hildegard called over his shoulder. "Inquisitor? They're here."



The shocktroopers of the 85th stepped back to make room as the door to the pilot's cabin opened and closed. From the copilot seat approached a tall figure in distinctive black armor and an almost old-fashioned looking helmet. Two lightsabers hung from his belt.

"Agents Cross and Nooram?" The figure asked with an air of authority, but also with a sense of respect for their own. "It's good to finally meet. I am Inquisitor Imprator."

--

TO BE CONTINUED...



Comments

 I made it 
  October 28, 2018
Quoting Captain Kenbo Good stuff! I have to say your photography looks really crisp and I liked the builds. Looking forward to seeing Imprator
Thanks! I've been building a better table for photography angles and ordering more pieces for builds. I'm still going to try and improve the lighting, but I'm happy with how these turned out and I'm glad you like them too!
 I like it 
  October 27, 2018
Good stuff! I have to say your photography looks really crisp and I liked the builds. Looking forward to seeing Imprator
 
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