Chapter 3- Alive and Well
Yaeb sneaked quietly around the side of the first outpost. He saw the elite troopers move stealthily around the jungle toward the spot where the massacre took place. They would be circling around back soon. After the fight that had taken place half an hour ago, Yaeb had collected his vibroblade and climbed the nearest tree. He had only avoided the troopers by jumping from tree to tree over their heads. There were twenty of the troops, and soon they would get wise to Yaeb's clever escape and be on him like nek battle dogs on a bank robber. Yaeb sensed thirty Peace Brigade soldiers inside the small, two-story compound. They were relaxed, but had a nervousness about them that meant they knew about they were in danger. Yaeb opened the side door after neutralizing the roof sentries. He was greeted by several blasters rising level to his chest. "Freeze, I'll kill you. Put your hands behind your head," the tall, bearded commander barked at Yaeb. " I suggest you put that gun down, boy," Yaeb began in a calm voice, even though the commander looked to be several years older than Yaeb, " I don't want to, but I won't hesitate to hurt or kill you if you get in my way." That comment was responded by several more blasters being brought to his head as well as several hands reach over and take his equipment harness. Yaeb didn't flinch. " I take that as a no," Yaeb grinned as he reached two fingers up to jab the commander in the neck. As he choked, Yaeb dived to the ground and (with the help of the Force) dodged all the blasts coming at him. He slid out the knife concealed in his sock and threw it at one of the three people firing at him. He used the Force to grab his '42 from the countertop and blasted at the two remaining guards who would not be telling anyone about him using the Force. He armed his grenade tube and launched a concussion grenade at the stairwell where ten more soldiers were rushing down. He grabbed the commander's military sword that he wore on his belt and brought it around in a ready position. Not as good as a lightsaber, but it'll do. The sword had a carved wooden handle and sharp, durasteel blade. Yaeb climbed what was left of the stairs and saw a group of five guards with a leader at the front and two lines of two on either side of him. Yaeb hurled his sword through the leader's neck. He then armed a grenade and hurled it into the middle of the group. As he dived down the staircase he realized he didn't have the thermal detonator he had stolen from a soldier thirty seconds ago.
Oh, no, he thought as he dived behind the computer console and the whole top story exploded into little more than a memory. There were no enemies left in that particular outpost. He looked to the where the commander's body should be and saw nothing there. Cursing himself for being so caught up in eliminating all the people in the base, Yaeb ran to the restroom where he heard the commander's voice say, " Yeah, he's a Jedi. I saw him grab his gu-." Just then Yaeb busted in and shot the commander through the throat. He snatched up the comm and said, " Hello, who is this?" The voice on the other side said, " I can ask you the same question." " My name is Banth Afodder," Yaeb said as he flushed the commlink down the refresher unit and ran over to the counter where he snatched up his equipment harness. He then jumped over the counter and found the location of the other Peace Brigade outposts. There were only three more outposts due to small uprisings in the town. Good old Davak, Yaeb thought as recalled his bald, dark-skinned friend from back home who was most likely the one leading the strikes. He loaded up his equipment, recharged his blasters, and walked out of the demolished building, stopping briefly to scribble a note to the troopers who would most likely be coming soon.
Hoik Golnim, the leader of the elite troopers on the trail of who the commanding officer identified as Banth Afodder, ran up to the demolshed structure of Scout1. There was a note written on flimsiplast that was secured on a countertop. It said,
I got away from scouts, I got away from a whole scouting base. What makes you think you and your little group are so good that I can't hunt you down and tear you to pieces. I might not be trained as well as you, but while you are busy concentrating on being super-stealthy and such, I am still alive and well. I am coming for you.
In you nightmares,
Banth Afodder
Tell me how you like it. I like the whole name thing. And the sword through the throat, that was cool. Next chapter I have a Rambo thing going on with Yaeb. Here's a clue, facepaint. Use your imagination until I write again. Review, I can't tell if you are reading my stories if you don't review.
Yaeb sneaked quietly around the side of the first outpost. He saw the elite troopers move stealthily around the jungle toward the spot where the massacre took place. They would be circling around back soon. After the fight that had taken place half an hour ago, Yaeb had collected his vibroblade and climbed the nearest tree. He had only avoided the troopers by jumping from tree to tree over their heads. There were twenty of the troops, and soon they would get wise to Yaeb's clever escape and be on him like nek battle dogs on a bank robber. Yaeb sensed thirty Peace Brigade soldiers inside the small, two-story compound. They were relaxed, but had a nervousness about them that meant they knew about they were in danger. Yaeb opened the side door after neutralizing the roof sentries. He was greeted by several blasters rising level to his chest. "Freeze, I'll kill you. Put your hands behind your head," the tall, bearded commander barked at Yaeb. " I suggest you put that gun down, boy," Yaeb began in a calm voice, even though the commander looked to be several years older than Yaeb, " I don't want to, but I won't hesitate to hurt or kill you if you get in my way." That comment was responded by several more blasters being brought to his head as well as several hands reach over and take his equipment harness. Yaeb didn't flinch. " I take that as a no," Yaeb grinned as he reached two fingers up to jab the commander in the neck. As he choked, Yaeb dived to the ground and (with the help of the Force) dodged all the blasts coming at him. He slid out the knife concealed in his sock and threw it at one of the three people firing at him. He used the Force to grab his '42 from the countertop and blasted at the two remaining guards who would not be telling anyone about him using the Force. He armed his grenade tube and launched a concussion grenade at the stairwell where ten more soldiers were rushing down. He grabbed the commander's military sword that he wore on his belt and brought it around in a ready position. Not as good as a lightsaber, but it'll do. The sword had a carved wooden handle and sharp, durasteel blade. Yaeb climbed what was left of the stairs and saw a group of five guards with a leader at the front and two lines of two on either side of him. Yaeb hurled his sword through the leader's neck. He then armed a grenade and hurled it into the middle of the group. As he dived down the staircase he realized he didn't have the thermal detonator he had stolen from a soldier thirty seconds ago.
Oh, no, he thought as he dived behind the computer console and the whole top story exploded into little more than a memory. There were no enemies left in that particular outpost. He looked to the where the commander's body should be and saw nothing there. Cursing himself for being so caught up in eliminating all the people in the base, Yaeb ran to the restroom where he heard the commander's voice say, " Yeah, he's a Jedi. I saw him grab his gu-." Just then Yaeb busted in and shot the commander through the throat. He snatched up the comm and said, " Hello, who is this?" The voice on the other side said, " I can ask you the same question." " My name is Banth Afodder," Yaeb said as he flushed the commlink down the refresher unit and ran over to the counter where he snatched up his equipment harness. He then jumped over the counter and found the location of the other Peace Brigade outposts. There were only three more outposts due to small uprisings in the town. Good old Davak, Yaeb thought as recalled his bald, dark-skinned friend from back home who was most likely the one leading the strikes. He loaded up his equipment, recharged his blasters, and walked out of the demolished building, stopping briefly to scribble a note to the troopers who would most likely be coming soon.
Hoik Golnim, the leader of the elite troopers on the trail of who the commanding officer identified as Banth Afodder, ran up to the demolshed structure of Scout1. There was a note written on flimsiplast that was secured on a countertop. It said,
I got away from scouts, I got away from a whole scouting base. What makes you think you and your little group are so good that I can't hunt you down and tear you to pieces. I might not be trained as well as you, but while you are busy concentrating on being super-stealthy and such, I am still alive and well. I am coming for you.
In you nightmares,
Banth Afodder
Tell me how you like it. I like the whole name thing. And the sword through the throat, that was cool. Next chapter I have a Rambo thing going on with Yaeb. Here's a clue, facepaint. Use your imagination until I write again. Review, I can't tell if you are reading my stories if you don't review.