[b][u]Counting the Cards...[/u][/b]
[b][i]Backbreaker-Location Unknown[/i][/b]
Spectre looked at his soldiers, his army, his [i]family[/i] from a dune. He sat there, a bottle a booze in his hand as he watched them.
The drills were endless and heavily based on the sole purpose of being more effective. Some men and women were flipping tires, some were doing sit ups. A team was in a cold water simulation, linked at the elbows. A man yelled out a speech as they shivered mercilessly.
"WE DO THIS FOR WHAT?"
The rest of the team yelled in response.
"THE REBELLION!"
"WE DO THIS WHY?"
"TO EARN BACK OUR FREEDOM!"
The whole team yelled in unison.
"HOORAAAAAH!"
He smiled as he watched, standing after a while. Sand fell from his leg armor as he stood, knees popping. He kicked out, stretching his thighs as he walked down the dune and towards the base. There was a basketball game going on between a few officers. When they saw him, they stopped and saluted.
"At ease, gentlemen, I might come to watch soon."
He smiled and they nodded, going back to the game. The dribble of the ball was constant and unchanging.
[i]Thump
Thump
Thump
Thump
Thump
Thump[/i]
With that hiccup of a dribble, he looked back and watched as a man drove up the middle and finished with a layup. Walking backwards, he slipped into his office and began working, turning on music in the background. Quietly, Hotel California played as he worked, shuffling through papers and reports.
A report caught his eye in particular, a scout report...
[i]Quazar, Xe System, 78.996 degrees North, 22.557 degrees West
A Federation outpost, loaded with vehicles, ammunition, intel, food, money and POWs, was terrorizing a nearby village that supported the Rebels. Constant raids, attacks and brutality were reported to the Rebel scout base on the planet.
Supposedly riots and protesting were done but quickly ceased with...violent efforts from the Feds.
The outpost is guarded by roughly seventy men, it won't be easy, but definitely possible, and worth the risk.[/i]
He looked up from the report.
[i]Relax, said the night man...[/i]
He spoke under his breath, thinking out loud.
"Small team of insurgents could work...then follow up with an all out assualt. Maybe bomb the place afterwords....or use it for a base of our own."
[i]We are programmed to receive...[/i]
"What if the report's wrong? It's the best intel we've had in a while..."
[i]You can check out any time you like...[/i]
"Maybe we can get the Alliance's help. Shadowed would want in on this."
He nodded with his plan, starting to write it down then get back to work.
[i]But you can never leave![/i]
[spoiler]Open to Rebellion and Alliance troops[/spoiler]
English
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"Neither am I, but when we win, somebody will have to take over. Hell if I know who..."
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[b]Thomas slaps him on the back[/b] [i]"Whatever it is your planning, I'm coming along Gonna -blam!- with all of you mid-mission"[/i]
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He chuckles a bit, looking at Thomas. "Don't make me miss, I got a big gun, with a big bullet. Don't want those flying around." He smiles jokingly.
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[i]"It'll take more than that to take me down, you know it"[/i] [b]He chuckles, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from nearby[/b]
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He smiles, shaking his head. "What do you need, Thomas? Better not be here to steal all my good booze." He leaned back in his chair.
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[i]"Well, to jump onto your team of course"[/i] [b]He presses the lid against the shoulder piece of Spectre's armor, and pushes down The lid pops off with ease[/b] [i]"And yes, some booze as well"[/i]
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"Careful with that. Armor's worth more than you." He chuckles and gets out two shot glasses from behind his desk. "And you're ex-Fed right?"
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[i]"Nah, you need me I hold the team together!"[/i] [b]He chuckles[/b] [i]"Yes, I am, why?"[/i]
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"What rank?" He chuckles a bit, standing from his chair.
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[i]"No idea, didn't pay attention to it all much"[/i]
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He nods. "Alright. Well, you must be trained already. Judging by the way you fought." He chuckles. "How's your back healing up, anyways?"
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[i]"-blam!- yeah I am And, the back doesn't hurt"[/i] [b]He takes a swig[/b] [i]"Still waiting on that rematch"[/i]
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"It'll happen, tomorrow probably. And I won't almost kill you this time, I promise." He grins.
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[i]"Hey, I still took your ass down when me legs weren't working"[/i]
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"By grabbing my ankles. That's kinda bound to happen. Caught myself anyways." He smiles.
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[i]"Not before I could land a punch I don't go down so easily, a lot of people think I do for some reason"[/i]
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"Eh, doesn't matter. Rematch tomorrow, first thing after training. Ok?"
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[i]"After training? Atleast then I'll be warmed up, but I'll need a few beers first"[/i]
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"Stay sober, I don't want you puking on me during the fight." He chuckles a bit.
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[i]"Oooh, I fight better when I'm drunk!"[/i]
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"Still don't want you puking on me."