As the reincarnated United States Marine Corps Corporal Gregory Sands drove... Flew... Whatever, the imperial speeder bike towards the base. his mind raced on how to thin out the 200 troopers stationed at the main imperial base on the coast of the largest island on the planet. If it was the same as the other base half of the troopers would be asleep or off duty at any given time so that made it slightly easier.
Stopping the bike just short of Base, Greg stashed the vehicle under some brush in a clump of trees where he could make a fast escape if needed. Crouching, he moves through the trees to scan the base with his binocs. He needs to find a way inside so he can start thinning the numbers.
Looking down the length of the base is wall Greg is struck by how unprofessional these guys are they had trees and all matter of Flora blocking sight lines almost all the way to the wall itself if this had been a US or hell any turn countries base or Outpost there would have been a clear sight line on a small flat like this for at least a hundred feet to create a no man's land.
Looking at the top of the wall Greg sees a pair of bright white clad troopers marching along the top of the wall. A few more troopers standing guard at the main gate, all together totaling maybe 20.
Getting in will be the easy part at least Greg thinks.
It only takes a few minutes to find an opening in the wall, guards patrol timing too quickly, scale a tree and lower myself on the other side. Once on his feet Greg draws the stubby imperial blaster and copied the imperial style that reminded him of a patrol ready carry. Walking around he checks each building finding a mess hall, armory, a pair of barracks filled with sleeping men and women, a moderate sized motor pool where mechanics were working on various speeder bikes, a ATST was propped up on a lift and its leg removed. The communications and headquarters building was at the center surrounded by several storage buildings.
The entire base scouted Greg prepared to start thinning the herd of troopers. Heading to one of the two story barracks he walks inside like he belongs and headed upstairs deciding to start on the second floor as he readied the sharp combat knife Greg still preferred over the fancy vibroblades they were nice but he still preferred cold hard steel or tungsten as the case would have it.
Walking up to his first Target on the far side of the room a human male no more than a kid really maybe 19 or 20. His brown hair at military cut shortness.
What am I doing Greg thinks, shaking his head to refocus on the mission at hand.
Taking a deep breath Greg covers the kid's mouth and jam the blade between the third and fourth ribs. The kid's dark brown eyes shoot open as his arms reach out to grab Greg. He tries to scream. Greg's hand blocks all sound after a moment that he doesn't look into his eyes. He falls still and goes quiet. Greg holds for a few seconds longer before putting his fingers on the kid's carotid artery and doesn't feel a pulse. Pulling the blade out and covering the kid with his blanket, Greg takes another deep shaky breath. As he moves on to the next he doesn't bother to look into his face beyond getting a grip on his mouth and repeating the process.
And the next.
And the next.
The ones sleeping on their back died the same with a quick heart piercing stab. The ones sleeping on their sides might have died easier having a blade jammed into the base of their skull severing the brain stem from the spinal cord a near instant death. The same could be said for the one sleeping on their stomach. It actually made it easier shoving their heads into their pillow and thrusting the blade into their skull.
As Greg finished covering the last woman near the door of the first floor he leaned against the wall taking several deep breaths centering himself again 50 down 50 to go.
Closing the door behind him Greg hurried to the next barracks, this one next to the base's main air pad. As he rounded the corner heading for the door he almost jumped out of the shitty armor at the commanding voice behind him.
"You there, trooper"
Turning around Greg sees a man in a dark brown uniform with a visor cat that almost covers his eyes. shit Greg thinks better play the part he has another barracks to hit.
Coming to attention he answers "Yes Sir?"
"Come with me to the shuttle pad." and without another word he turns and heads for the pad next door.
Rolling his eyes Greg just follows. At the shuttle pad where a Lambda class shuttle sat with its ramp down was something that reminded Greg of a pallet jack just instead of Wheels it had anti-grav. The officer pointed at the heavy load on the loader "follow me to the headquarters building" with no choice but to obey. He took the handles from the pilot of the shuttle and they followed. Using his own credentials we walked our way through the headquarters security, it didn't take long to just stand there like an idiotic Stormtrooper to find out that it was a new transmitter to replace the comms system the base had which was on the fritz.
With the officer and the headquarters comm specialist leading the way Greg was taken to the roof of the building to assist and replace the old unit with a new one. he didn't even bother as a lift neared the top of the building Greg switched the carbine to stun as he pulled his blaster and a point blank range fired into the officer's back watching the ring of bluish energy that cause both men to fall unconscious where they stood. As the elevator door opened he dragged both men and the new unit out of the lift and to make it look like an accident Greg snapped both their necks and at the same time and pushed them quickly followed by the unit off the side of the five-story headquarters building.
Running back to the elevator Greg hits the call button causing the doors to open immediately as he hits the button for the ground floor. He waits patiently as the elevator descends. As the doors open Greg calls out "they fell from the roof, call for the medics!" As Greg races for the front door others join him.
Outside it's a grizzly scene as both men lay squashed under the new com transmitter, Red blood pooling around both of them. Greg helped to move the heavy unit off of them; it must have weighed 300 lbs. As they are moving the unit three men wearing light blue armor showing that they were imperial medics came running up.
The medics seeing both men were dead work quickly informed after several others pointed me out. Quickly concocting a BS story that comms. specialist was getting ready to install the new system when he noticed something but Greg couldn't hear what the next thing he knew was the officer and specialist was fighting and they both fell pulling the unit with them.
Being the only surviving witness they had no choice but to believe him the medics suggested that he take the rest of the shift off and go rest in his quarters to be debriefed later which like a good shell shocked trooper nodded and shuffled off towards the second barracks near the motor pool.
As Greg rounded the corner and left their sight he rushed to the motor pool area and found a pair of troopers who didn't even buy a helmeted eye as he walked right in. Greg was surprised to see the floor was filled with almost 100 speeders of all kinds along with a dozen AT-STs all of it under the watchful eye of a trooper watching something on his data pad.
The man didn't even look up as Greg quietly walked right past him to check the security station seeing no one else was inside he walked right up behind the distracted trooper and with a quick yank of his head Greg slit the man's throat wide open, lowering the body to the floor Greg took the master data pad for the motor pool building itself and almost laughed as he saw what was playing on the screen. Looking at the dead man Greg tips his head and says "I guess porn exists here too." As he exits the video of an orgy involving a blue and green Twi'lek and at least four Togruta and all of them female with a single human male.
Quickly skimming the command controls Greg sees what he will need as he walks out. Greg shuts and locks the door behind him, nodding at the two troopers he rounds the corner. Looking at the pad again Greg activates the "Silent Citadel" option that shuts and locks the doors with no announcement to the people outside the doors wouldn't open until this pad issued the command.
This will keep anyone going for help or heavily reinforcing the Stormtrooper numbers once the blasters start flying, now for the next barracks.
This barracks didn't go as planned. The second story was a breeze like the other, however on the ground floor with three sleeping troopers left the furthest one woke up as Greg plunged the blade into the man's skull he was on. She didn't react at first as she sat up on her bed slouched in her birthday suit. In the middle of her stretch she noticed him and the blade sticking out of that trooper's neck. As she went to scream Greg yanked the knife out and threw it at her. As it left his hand he knew it wouldn't hit the way he was hoping.
As the heavy handle hit her chin bloodying it Greg jumped up putting a stun bolt right in her chest as she collapsed waking the other guy up pulling a knife from under his pillow earning him a stun blast as well.
Collecting his knife from where it had landed Greg jamming it into both of their skulls he put the bodies back in bed shaking my head at the woman's beauty. As he covers her up as well.
What a shame.
Seeing this would be the best time to have his droids ready Greg uses his personal pad to send a quick text only command.
Move up and snipers prepare barracks down just like before snipers Target any emplaced positions and patrols before the main force moves in.
A few minutes later the reply comes in
Strike Force acknowledged