When I get back to that Sithspawned cretin I'm gonna stick his shebs on a spike and make him eat 'em. That scummy human tried to sell us out. The stench of burning flesh disrupted his thoughts. He casually kicked at the body of a nearby storm trooper.
"Status report!"
His second-in saluted casually and pointed down the hall. "No casualties worth mentioning. Borsth lost his thumb when a stormie got a lucky shot off. All surveillance and witnesses are down."
Su'Shif'ta'do laughed harshly and retrieved a spare E-11A1. He started off down the hall while examining the weapon. "Hey, Skrobb, check this out. This has an advanced freelol system, a Tibanna gas cartridge, double-collapsible stock…heck this thing even has a flip-down pistol grip under the barrel. Someone's been upgrading his security illegally."
The Trandoshan in question hurdled the growing pile of corpses being stacked against the wall and grabbed the gun. "Did you say Tibanna gas? He must have some serious enemies if he bought that stuff." He sighed longingly and aimed down the hallway. The gun barely kicked as he pounded a round through a door. The door splintered in half and crumbled under the blast. He sighed again and tucked the weapon into his pack. "I think I'll keep this one. After all, you never know when you'll need a disintegrator rifle dressed up like a regular rifle."
Su'Shif'ta'do patted him on the back and helped one of his men lift the body of the Moff that they had taken out. "Just make sure you keep the safety on. I don't want any accidents on the return trip. Spotless record and all that, you know?"
Skrobb's reply was cut off as Su'Shif'ta'do rechecked his portable scanner. Thank the Scorekeeper for scanners. He frowned as he looked at the scanner. He rubbed his eyes and looked again.
"Oh Sithsp-"
Blaster fire erupted from the second-floor balconies as a dozen stormtroopers threw off their thermal-jamming cloaks. Before the commandos could respond a pair of grey-armored figures kicked down the door in front of Skrobb. The soldier had just enough time to curse as he watched his blaster rounds bounce off of their armor before they cut him down with a hail of blaster fire. All throughout the chateau his men's vital signs flatlined as an unbelievable amount of stormtroopers unleashed a flood of fire on them.
As the armored figures turned on him, Su'Shif'ta'do dove for cover. He fumbled with the safety of his LJ-50 and prayed aloud to the Scorekeeper. When a lull occurred in the fire, he sprinted down the hall and leapt behind the pile of dead stormtroopers. His prayers were answered when a loose thermal detonator fell off of a utility belt into his lap. He paused momentarily and stared at it before gauging the explosive charge inside. Screw this. It'll have to do.
A quick glance over the pile confirmed the armored troopers' position. They hadn't moved from their place in the doorway. That's my second lucky break, I've got one left. With a silent prayer he lobbed the detonator over the pile at the troopers. The stormtroopers left off on their barrage as the detonator distracted them. Lucky break three, here I come. As quietly as he could Su'Shif'ta'do began to slink away from his position. Voice cries of dismay greeted his ears as the detonator landed underneath a clump of stormtroopers.
Unfortunately, the stormtroopers in the next hallway hadn't seen the detonator. A flurry of blaster fire caught Su'Shif'ta'do in the thigh as he entered the room. The smell of cooked flesh caused Su'Shif'ta'do to gag as he waited for the next volley.
Then the thermal detonator went off. Apparently, the deceased Moff had paid for the very best equipment, even taking care to upgrade the explosive yield of his guard's grenades. Masonry and glass shards flew in all directions as the wall behind Su'Shif'ta'do collapsed. Mangled limbs and body parts peppered the stormtroopers in front of Su'Shif'ta'do, causing them to panic. Their terror gave Su'Shif'ta'do enough time to aim his LJ-50 at the supports holding up the balcony that they stood on. Three strikes, buddy. Blue fire spewed out of the gun's barrel as it launched a high-velocity round into the main pillar supporting the balcony. After a second-long pause, the compressed energy erupted in a massive blue shockwave. The pillar shattered at the connecting joint as a wave of energy sliced through the column. Within seconds the balcony had caved inwards, spilling all of the stormtroopers onto the ground. A second shot wiped out all but one of them. The man screamed in horror as Su'Shif'ta'do's livid face encompassed his visor.
"Not so tough now, stormie."
His booted foot smashed through the stormtrooper's helmet with frightening ease. With an absent-minded swipe he cleared off the gore and surveyed the area. Through the wreckage he saw the torn bodies of most of his men. Their orange-skinned bodies contrasted sharply with the bright white and red of the Imperial trooper's armor. After a brief moment of pining, he shouldered a fallen bandolier of grenades and limped off towards his team's craft. If any had survived, they'd head there. If.