Kyle Katarn rounded the corner of a graffiti filled wall as two red blaster
bolts flew where his head had just been, and pounded into a neon-lit sign
outside the entrance of a cantina. Kyle had been to Nar Shaddaa once
before, on an assignment to steal the navigation card of one of Jabba the
Hutt's cargo ship from the Empire while working to terminate the
Darktrooper project. It was no more than a year since he had destroyed the
Arc Hammer, the mobile factory for the super-robotic stormtroopers, and he
was on his newest assignment: to steal a prototype weapon that the Empire
was planning to issue to their basic troops, the Rail Detonator.
Kyle was short on breath, but continued to run from the gang of three- eyed Grans that had chased him from the landing pad he started on. After getting out of sight of his pursuers, Kyle produced a small, silver thermal detonator from his pouch. He thumbed the switch and tossed it around the corner, heard the explosion, followed by the gurgling moan of death that the aliens made. Although he had just finished off his pursuers, Kyle didn't slow his pace.
He pulled from his holster his modified Bryar pistol, and cocked back the hammer as he ran into a large cargo hold filled with crates and shipping machinery. He heard several blaster discharges, and glanced back. A pair of Grans charged at him, firing their weapons without even taking the time to aim. Kyle took advantage of their recklessness and sent two well aimed bolts into each of the alien's chests, falling them both.
Just as Kyle had done so, a large blast door slowly creaked opened, revealing the entrance to what appeared to be the gang's lair. Over a dozen Grans poured out of it, swinging their fists, tossing thermal detonators, or firing their aging blasters at him. Without a moments thought, Kyle hit the metal ground and rolled to the cover of a large crate while firing several shots at them with his pistol at point blank range. He heard several thumps onto the hard surface, but the blaster fire continued. Kyle slapped a fresh clip into the Bryar pistol and dashed from his hiding place.
As he managed to fire several shots, the blast door started to close. Kyle bit his lower lip as he picked up speed and jumped into the now narrow opening. As Kyle hit the ground hard, he heard the loud slam of the doors shut behind him. Darkness surrounded him, as he got up and holstered his blaster. He found a small door in front of him that led to a brightly lit room, with two motionless beings lying on the expensive couch that was positioned in the corner of the room. Other than that, the room was vacant. Kyle looked more closely at the two, slowly recognizing who they were. They were both human, one a heavy male, the other, a young female.
The man was the Imperial weapons expert, Moff Rebus, who designed the weapons used for the Darktroopers. He was the designer of the two weapons planned for issuing to field troopers, the Repeater Rifle and the newest, the Rail Detonator. Kyle looked at the floor to see puddles of dirty clothes and broken dishes scattered across the bright orange carpet. He licked his lips as he made his way across the room, to his primary objective, the prototype that was displayed behind a glass case. Upon arrival to the case he heard the girl stir in her sleep, and turned around to face her. She opened her mouth and screamed, falling off the couch. Rebus woke up, and pushed the sheets onto the girl and got up. They wore nothing but their underwear, and found a pair of expensive silk robes and put them on. Rebus narrowed his eyes at Kyle and approached him.
Kyle trained his Bryar pistol on his head, cocked back the hammer, and warned in a gruff voice, "Take one more step, and I'll put a hole right between your eyes."
The fat man stopped, and looked back to see the girl raise her hands into the air and slowly approach him.
"Stop," Kyle said to the girl, backing up to the case that the prototype weapon was in. He took out an Imperial blaster rifle and aimed at the two, while bashing the handle of his Bryar pistol into the glass, shattering it. The girl started shaking as Kyle approached them both, giving them a merciless smile, "You know, the Rebels don't need you alive. I could shoot you both right here and leave."
Rebus blinked, clearly frightened at the moment. Then his fat cheeks parted and he showed a bright smile, "Go ahead. With Rebel scum like you, I wouldn't doubt you're lying."
Kyle was taken aback by this, and lowered his weapon; looked at the two, and then said into the headset he wore, "Jan? This is Kyle. I've got the prototype, and I'm on my way back."
A sweet, soft voice crackled through the speakers, "Good work Kyle. Get back to the rendezvous, and hurry."
"Right," Kyle said. He holstered his Bryar pistol and walked past the two, and then the door he came through opened. Two ferocious Grans burst in, swinging their powerful fists into Kyle. One scored the Rebel Alliance agent, and as Kyle hit the floor, he saw the girl and Rebus escape through another door that was sealed of by several blast doors. Rebus had escaped, but Kyle could still succeed his mission without them. He tore the blaster pistol from its holster, and sent a pair of red bolts out of its muzzle, sending his attackers in a retreat. He pulled the trigger twice more, and finished them off before they could escape.
He got up, and shook the dizziness from his head, and then left the room. He was soon greeted by a whole mob of Grans, and decided his best choice was to run. The man rolled under them and fired a round of shots below them, and got up in the cargo hanger. As he ascended a ramp up to a landing pad, Kyle screamed to his mission-officer, "Jan! Get me out of here!"
"On my way."
Kyle ran through the open doorway to the rooftop of the building he was in and returned blaster fire to the Grans. He could hear the wailing of an engine that belonged to the Corellian Courier-class ship, the Moldy Crow. Scarlet bolts of lethal energy flew from its bottom gun turret, downing the majority of the Grans.
Two bolts hit the bow of the Crow, forcing Kyle to turn back and protect his escape. One last Gran stood there, and before Kyle could realize his mistake, the alien pulled the trigger. In an instant, Kyle felt a hot red bolt of burning power go through his chest. He fell down, and dropped both his blaster and the prototype weapon. After hitting the cold surface of the roof, everything went black.
Kyle was short on breath, but continued to run from the gang of three- eyed Grans that had chased him from the landing pad he started on. After getting out of sight of his pursuers, Kyle produced a small, silver thermal detonator from his pouch. He thumbed the switch and tossed it around the corner, heard the explosion, followed by the gurgling moan of death that the aliens made. Although he had just finished off his pursuers, Kyle didn't slow his pace.
He pulled from his holster his modified Bryar pistol, and cocked back the hammer as he ran into a large cargo hold filled with crates and shipping machinery. He heard several blaster discharges, and glanced back. A pair of Grans charged at him, firing their weapons without even taking the time to aim. Kyle took advantage of their recklessness and sent two well aimed bolts into each of the alien's chests, falling them both.
Just as Kyle had done so, a large blast door slowly creaked opened, revealing the entrance to what appeared to be the gang's lair. Over a dozen Grans poured out of it, swinging their fists, tossing thermal detonators, or firing their aging blasters at him. Without a moments thought, Kyle hit the metal ground and rolled to the cover of a large crate while firing several shots at them with his pistol at point blank range. He heard several thumps onto the hard surface, but the blaster fire continued. Kyle slapped a fresh clip into the Bryar pistol and dashed from his hiding place.
As he managed to fire several shots, the blast door started to close. Kyle bit his lower lip as he picked up speed and jumped into the now narrow opening. As Kyle hit the ground hard, he heard the loud slam of the doors shut behind him. Darkness surrounded him, as he got up and holstered his blaster. He found a small door in front of him that led to a brightly lit room, with two motionless beings lying on the expensive couch that was positioned in the corner of the room. Other than that, the room was vacant. Kyle looked more closely at the two, slowly recognizing who they were. They were both human, one a heavy male, the other, a young female.
The man was the Imperial weapons expert, Moff Rebus, who designed the weapons used for the Darktroopers. He was the designer of the two weapons planned for issuing to field troopers, the Repeater Rifle and the newest, the Rail Detonator. Kyle looked at the floor to see puddles of dirty clothes and broken dishes scattered across the bright orange carpet. He licked his lips as he made his way across the room, to his primary objective, the prototype that was displayed behind a glass case. Upon arrival to the case he heard the girl stir in her sleep, and turned around to face her. She opened her mouth and screamed, falling off the couch. Rebus woke up, and pushed the sheets onto the girl and got up. They wore nothing but their underwear, and found a pair of expensive silk robes and put them on. Rebus narrowed his eyes at Kyle and approached him.
Kyle trained his Bryar pistol on his head, cocked back the hammer, and warned in a gruff voice, "Take one more step, and I'll put a hole right between your eyes."
The fat man stopped, and looked back to see the girl raise her hands into the air and slowly approach him.
"Stop," Kyle said to the girl, backing up to the case that the prototype weapon was in. He took out an Imperial blaster rifle and aimed at the two, while bashing the handle of his Bryar pistol into the glass, shattering it. The girl started shaking as Kyle approached them both, giving them a merciless smile, "You know, the Rebels don't need you alive. I could shoot you both right here and leave."
Rebus blinked, clearly frightened at the moment. Then his fat cheeks parted and he showed a bright smile, "Go ahead. With Rebel scum like you, I wouldn't doubt you're lying."
Kyle was taken aback by this, and lowered his weapon; looked at the two, and then said into the headset he wore, "Jan? This is Kyle. I've got the prototype, and I'm on my way back."
A sweet, soft voice crackled through the speakers, "Good work Kyle. Get back to the rendezvous, and hurry."
"Right," Kyle said. He holstered his Bryar pistol and walked past the two, and then the door he came through opened. Two ferocious Grans burst in, swinging their powerful fists into Kyle. One scored the Rebel Alliance agent, and as Kyle hit the floor, he saw the girl and Rebus escape through another door that was sealed of by several blast doors. Rebus had escaped, but Kyle could still succeed his mission without them. He tore the blaster pistol from its holster, and sent a pair of red bolts out of its muzzle, sending his attackers in a retreat. He pulled the trigger twice more, and finished them off before they could escape.
He got up, and shook the dizziness from his head, and then left the room. He was soon greeted by a whole mob of Grans, and decided his best choice was to run. The man rolled under them and fired a round of shots below them, and got up in the cargo hanger. As he ascended a ramp up to a landing pad, Kyle screamed to his mission-officer, "Jan! Get me out of here!"
"On my way."
Kyle ran through the open doorway to the rooftop of the building he was in and returned blaster fire to the Grans. He could hear the wailing of an engine that belonged to the Corellian Courier-class ship, the Moldy Crow. Scarlet bolts of lethal energy flew from its bottom gun turret, downing the majority of the Grans.
Two bolts hit the bow of the Crow, forcing Kyle to turn back and protect his escape. One last Gran stood there, and before Kyle could realize his mistake, the alien pulled the trigger. In an instant, Kyle felt a hot red bolt of burning power go through his chest. He fell down, and dropped both his blaster and the prototype weapon. After hitting the cold surface of the roof, everything went black.
