Life On the Last Chance: Part One

[N-11 Commander Ordo]

Kor shook his head and rolled his eyes. At times like this, Bishop's nonsense got testy and annoying.  Jor nudged Kor in the side with his elbow, pointing to his pack.

Kor nodded and reached over to make sure it was secured properly. Unbeknownst to the other soldiers in the gunship, inside Jor's backpack was a special computer spike. It was programmed to insert a hopefully undetectable program into the Seperatist Battle Net. This program sends whatever information it comes across back to the relay station at the Last Chance, and then back to Coruscant.

If this worked, the GAR would be able to see the Seperatist plans and be able to prepare for them before they happened. It was a long shot that it would work, but they had to try. They couldn't let this war drag on indefinitely.

Kor rolled his neck, hearing the satisfying pop. "8 Minutes out!!" The pilot called. Kor and Jor nodded at him in unison. Ever since training, they had been a two piece machine of percision destruction. If they had been born normally, people would say they were identical twins, finishing eachothers thoughts and sentances, doing things at the same time without planning it, and knowing exactly what the other was planning without discussing plans.

Kor and Jor unbuckled their harnesses, getting ready to leap out of the Larty and spring into action.

[Drake Vhett]

"May the holy lord above guide and protect us." Bishop said as the larty touched down. The bay doors opened to reveal a grassy planet. The only word to describe it was grassy. Waist-high grass stretched over flat land for miles around. The only change in the scenery was a small outcropping of buildings and tents in the only depression around.

"The lord leads me, so I will lead you." Bishop said as he took point.

[N-11 Commander Ordo]

Kor was about to be irritated at this, but Jor placed his hand on his brother's shoulder. "Leave him be, Kor. If he wants to be the first one in line for plasma, or a mine, he can be our guest. We've got to keep this," Jor motioned to the backpack, "Out of fire as much as possible."

Kor nodded agreement, and took step behind Bishop, sprinting towards the Last Chance outpost. They made a quick check to be sure no Seps had penetrated while they were gone. Kor and Jor paused at the door to the command center, and stacked the sides. On three, the door opened, and the two burst in.

With nobody around, the pair relaxed a little and took seats, popping off their helmet seals and breathing in the un-filtered air.

[Drake Vhett]

OOC: I was under the impression we were going to Last Chance first, then to the Separatist outpost. Thus Bishop's use of words like "bastion".

[N-11 Commander Ordo]

OOC: Right, sorry Editing... Done

[Drake Vhett]

"Where are the holy warriors who should command and defend this place?" Bishop asked as he looked around. He had hoped to get to the cleansing soon today. He also wanted to ride from his chariot from above and sweep down upon the unclean like an angel.

OOC: I'll translate Bishop-speak. He's asking where is everyone and wants to do a para-drop and kill some droids.

[N-11 Commander Ordo]

Kor looked around for a moment, then announced sternly, "The others are dead. They told Jor and I before we left last week that they feared their next mission would be their last. I believe they were ordered to try and set up an observation post near the Sep encampment. From the looks of things, the Seps noticed and killed them, and have not yet tried to overtake the base, not knowing how many more clones would be here."

"Which means," Jor continued for him, "It's time for a little payback. Looks like you got your wish, Bishop. Everybody get your gear together, we'll leave in 1 hour."

The two ARC Troopers stood in unison and walked off in silence. Upon reaching their quarters, they remarked how eerily quiet it was now that everyone was gone. The Last Chance had always been a quiet place, considering how few people were stationed there. But now, it was deathly silent. Every little sound echoed through the complex like shattering glass.

Kor and Jor unpacked the gear they'd used on their previous mission, replacing it with fresh ammunition and equipment. Jor pulled the special spike out of his pack, played with it in his hands for a moment, then held it up to his brother. "Time to use this?"

Kor thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, might as well. The data we got from that factory," he indicated their last assignment off-planet, "said the Seppies were gonna heavily reinforce this place within the next couple days. Might be the last real chance we have to get in and out of there smoothly."

[Cassa_Mirdala'Kotep]

Vin followed the others his eyes searching for trouble as he moved. He was ready to take down some droids. Lost brothers would be taken into account. He'd check for the armor tallies later. First things first keeping the droids from making them dead too. Then if nothing else once the base was secure, he'd make amends for their brothers.

[Drake Vhett]

"I shall perform the last rights for our fallen brothers." Bishop said hanging his head. He smacked the butt of his rifle into the ground and knelt. He bowed his head and began murmuring. It was something he did after every battle for fallen brothers. He also did this when the order to retreat was given. Usually before turning the tide of the battle in some crazy fashion. Some said he was damn lucky, others said the stuns he pulled must have been allowed to him by his god.

[N-11 Commander Ordo]

An hour later, the pair walked out into the main area of the Last Chance. Everyone was assembling. Kor displayed the layout of the Seppie camp on a hologram, while Jor made mental notes about the latest Intel from around the galaxy.

"Everybody ready?"

[Cassa_Mirdala'Kotep]

Vin didn't miss a beat, "Ready Sir!" he was as ready as he was going to be for whatever they were heading into.
He wasn't sure what he was looking forward to more. Either way it didn't matter. There was a job to do and he
was going to do his part to the best of his skills and not quit no matter the odds.

[N-11 Commander Ordo]

"Our objective is to penetrate their outer defenses and sabatoge prime targets that are available. There is a fuel depot here," Kor indicated the holoplans, "which they are completely reliant on for the moment. Take that down, we can majorly disrupt their operations."

Jor piped in. "You will also be acting as a useful distraction while Kor and I infiltrate their comms center. Here is our evac point, call us if you need assistance."

The two stood, shouldered their packs, and walked towards the flightline outside.

[Drake Vhett]

"We shall burn the unclean from this planet" Bishop murmured as he readied his rifle. He began walking toward the combat zone without a word, cutting off any other attempt at conversation.

[N-11 Commander Ordo]

Even though the Separatist Encampment was only a few Klicks away, Kor and Jor decided to insert by Larty for the quickest In-and-Out. The pilot fired up the massive engines, sending an ear-bursting roar across the Last Chance facility.

"Let's move out!"

Kor shouted and ran for the Gunship.