SBH OP 'Sword'
Location- Freos, whereabouts unknown
People often say that their dream is to become a member of the SBH, whether it is down to the look of the uniform, the sense of the elite status or just because they think it would be fun. If they knew what members had to do and what they've done, they would think twice.
All of the SBH members were lined up in a shoulder to shoulder formation at the docking station on board Freos, each of them knowing they deserve to be here and that their training is what will keep them alive. They had been patiently and silently waiting for 10 minutes for the officers to arrive. The doors above the platform opened where Commanding officer Slowgeden with his 3 officers Capt. Designer, Mcomm Frogy and Admiral Tiph appeared.
"Officers on deck!" shouted the SBH, they saluted and stood at attention.
"CO Slow, At ease, brothers."
The troops were now at ease and ready to listen, they themselves were still in the dark on this OP; they had only been told that everyone is to meet at Freos for a briefing.
"Now, you're all wondering why you have been called here today? CC-088 has given us one hell of an assignment to complete. In 24 hours we will be knee deep in blood and mud doing what we do best"
A few of the SBH smirked at that line, due to the fact they always get told this but it's always the enemy who are in the mud covered in blood.
"Our objective is quite simple on paper; we are to 'observe' the upcoming senate meeting at Coruscant. However SBH intelligence has got word that a massive terror attack is going to take place on that day.
"Commando GT, Permission to speak, sir?"
"CO Slow, Granted!"
"Commando GT, How do we know that this information we received is legit, for all we know it could be a distraction from the real thing, they may be trying to throw us off, sir?"
"CO Slow, Noted GT, but of course we done our own research into this and found exactly what we were looking for."
CO Slow fiddled with the communications on his arm and then brought his arm up.
"CO Slow, Bring him in!"
The doors opened once again and this time a roughed up looking man was thrown out the doors and over the platform, the SBH still standing at ease did not move an inch as he fell right in front of them. Another man came through the doors, XO Mack who looked like he had just been to hell and back.
The night before, CO Slow sent his executive officer to find a man known as 'Don' in the local bar. He wasn't hard to find being the drunken dirt bag he is, however he did a few friends of his drinking with him. Mack walked calmly up to him and asked if he could have a word, Don chose the wrong answer.
"Don, You what mate... who the hell do you think you are? I'll do you in!
One of Don's thugs came up behind Mack and grabbed his shoulder. Mack sprung into action and threw his elbow back into the man's face, knocking him out cold. The other thug pulled out an E-9 and everyone in the bar started to scream and run, he opened fire on Mack, but seeing as he was drunk out of his mind he seemed to be shooting the roof without realising it. Mack ran at the thug and tackled him to the ground. In came the CSC with guns pointing and shouting like they were 100 meters from anybody else, Mack walked up to the bewildered Don.
"XO Mack, Let's have that chat."
