({Radio Chatter})
"I've got eyes on the target, over.." {Radio crackle}
"10-4, we see him." {Radio crackle}
"Spree, is the path clear?" {Radio crackle}
"Give me a second.." The sound of a silenced blaster shot is never heard over the sound of the bustling rebel camp. A man hunched over guarding a small building with a tired expression on his face is suddenly propelled behind a pile of empty equipment crates as a red streak of light connects with his forehead.
"Clear." Is the radio response from the sniper safely tucked away on a grassy hill. His green-camouflaged painted armor blending in with the tall grass and trees surrounding him."Trips (A fellow Scout) take point and move up." {Radio crackle}
The sniper swivels his view to watch as the similar painted Scout Troopers slip undetected into the forested camp. Tucking themselves behind the crumbled stone building, the scouts are met by a surprised engineer wearing the rebel insignia proudly on his chest turning the corner who is quietly gunned down by the all-seeing sniper. The lead trooper quickly catches the man as he falls with a burning indent in his chest and places hims next to the other dead traitor's now bleeding body. "Target's moving into the tent straight ahead. Two guards and possibly two to three more inside." Spree says into his short-medium range radio inside his visored helmet while repositioning himself to get a better view of their yellow-robed target.
The Scouts were not given the name of their target, only a strong description of him. His usual attire being a yellow robe with a red Rebellion symbol stitched onto his blue undershirt. His skin was slightly more pale compared to the rest of the men and women around him and his bright orange hair that was cut just below the ears made him all the more easy to spot. His body language shows him as a confident leader as he kept his head high, ducking into the dirt colored tent, leaving his two guards outside.
(He is a made up Rebellion officer and is not a real character inside of Star Wars)
"Remember, we need him alive." {Radio crackle} Captain Walker whispered into his helmet. "Intel says he knows the location of a spy we need eliminated, so if worse comes to worse, don't aim for the head." {Radio crackle} Without another word, the four scouts inside the camp slowly transitioned behind the tent, away from the guarded entrance. "What do you see on thermal, Axle?" Named for his love of machinery, the third scout trooper in line quickly slipped a thin visor over his helmeted head, positioning them in-front of his eyes. "Less than what we expected, sir. Three men inside, only one is armed with a blaster." {Radio crackle}
Spree scanned the surrounding area, making sure the scouts are unnoticed. "Don't go through the front entrance, you'll be spotted by the watchtower and possible by others walking nearby." He stated into his radio, informing his squad-mates below him.
"Roger that, we'll burn a way in through the back." {Radio crackle} The team quickly inserted two cylindrical devices into the thin fabric of the tent which slowly and silently heated up. "Get ready boys." {Radio crackle} "Set to stun." {Radio crackle} The sound of clicking could heard through the tent and the guard inside unknowingly glances over at the sound. "Breach." {Radio crackle} The devices burn a straight lined gap down the side of the tent and instantly the scouts launch a hail of ringed stun blasts into the tent, instantly immobilizing and shocking the three men inside with a low buzz. The two guards outside are greeted by two red bolts of silent light as they turn to the commotion inside of the now burnt smelling tent. They thud helplessly onto the ground with sizzling holes in their chests that weren't there five seconds ago. Spree reloads and adjusts his view in the scope again. They are quickly pulled into the tent and hidden with the two unwanted and unneeded stunned rebels. "Target acquired, pulling him out now." {Radio crackle}
The four scouts crawl out of the demented and smoke scented tent and hoist their target onto the shoulders of Blue, a scout trooper obsessed with wanting something blue on his armor because of his undying love of the color blue, and slip undetected into the shaded grass on the edge of the oblivious Rebellion campsite. Spree keeps his eye on the camp a few minutes longer, knowing he will have to gun-down any rebels with good eyesight. But no traitor notices as the four scouts hurry their way past Spree and are safely out of harms way.
With a flick of a finger, Spree turns off his radio and slips his E-11 onto his back, his sling pulled tight so it doesn't bounce as he jogs up to meet his comrades. Tucked under the black shade of a short and stubby tree the squad's medic, which happens to be Blue, injects a large dose of a chemical. that Spree can't pronounce, into the neck of the already unconscious Rebel officer. "There, that'll have him asleep for a long enough time to get him back home." Blue said slipping the needle back into his med-pack attached to his belt. Captain Walker sits a few feet away talking on his long range radio.
"-Roger that, heading home now." Home was the main term for, "Headquarters", or where the squad were stationed on the planet of Fedje. A remote outer-rim planet controlled by the Alliance/Rebellion/whatever you wanna call it.
Buckling the hostage onto Spree's 74-Z speeder bike as if he was just another piece of luggage, the squad of scouts, Spree, Axle, Blue, Captain Walker, and Trips, mount onto their hovering bikes and zip south into the forest and away from the commotion of the camp that just realized what had occurred. The only trace left of the group are four dead and two unconscious and groaning men with headaches that will last the remainder of the day. The high pitched squeal of the speeders leave a heavy blanket of dread hanging over the violated campsite, but a proud sense of victory hovering above the five camouflaged painted soldiers.