Guns Lots of Guns

[Brent Smith]

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Brent swallowed, gripping his rifle close to his person as they were hurling through space. On the inside of his tinted glasses, the new agent was reading the sparse files they had for his mission. Ordinarily it wouldn't have been too big of a problem--a ship had gone down carrying highly sensitive intel for the First Order. Pirates had hit it, inderdicating out in the edge of nowhere by some terrible planet that wasn't much except a path of self-destruction. The pirates had no clue that the target they sent barreling down in planet fall was sensitive material, and they couldn't have known either. But reports had stated that they were hanging around, deep and in raiding often, so he was being escorted down to the surface.

And that wasn't even where the bad stuff ended. No, from what Brent was reading here--that was where the crap would really hit the fan. The files were sparse, but clear, there was cannibalism, crime, and sheer madness. The more he read, the more he wanted to be back home and away from all of this.

To keep things on the downlow--and the First Order's presence here known only to the most important people-- he wasn't allowed to wear his armor, just his trench coat and as many weapons as he could fit in it. And fit them in, he certainly did.
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It was almost impossible to sit comfortably with the massive amount of durasteel gunmetal pressing against him, but he would manage, and there was the black duffle bag he had full of weapons too. He was sure it would be empty by the time he made it to the ship, ready to carry their needed intel home.

[member="Sara Lee Jones"]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

Spooks, once you knew one, you pretty much stayed on their radar...least Sara thought, she was fly8ng a small ship, carrying [member="Brent Smith"] she glanced in the back, they had about thirty minutes to the zone might as well strike a conversation

*so uhhh, pretty crazy stuff happening here, I'm surprised yall spooks don't have your own pilots*

She said as she gave a chuckle and looked forward, she spotted something up ahead and moved flying low, just in time for a ship to pass above and dip down crashing behind them

*heavens...and their sending you ground level? Guess that's why they sent me for support....ok nearing the zone...you ready back there? This is gonna be a fast landing got to much airtraffick to hang around*

 

[Brent Smith]

He took his glasses off for a moment looking at Sara with a wry smile. He had stopped believing that Derrium, his handler, had ever operated with a single purpose in mind. He doubted that Derrium's choice in breakfast cereals even had a single meaning. Every squad, ever person assigned to the squad, every mission the squad ran on, all of that was a part of his scheming.

"I suppose that the Intelligence department just wanted some inter-branch relations," he said with dry humor. "A PR event, I suppose, so you can go and tell all your friends how I am not as big of a monster as they say I am. Or something."

He slipped the sling of his rifle overhead, rising and gripping the duffle bag with his free hand. The blasters and slug throwers strapped to his body clattered against him with each movement. Glasses back in place he strode to the exit hatch. It took a lot of courage to jump into places like this. He didn't know if he had it, but Brent would at least have to try to pretend like he did. He looked back with a grin, "Sure you don't want to come with? I have heard this will be the vacation and tourist hot-spot for 2017."

[member="Sara Lee Jones"]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

*Guess so, whatever the reason my hands won't be out of it, I bet this won't be the last time in flying or working with you, and hey, your not some big monster, just the shadow no one sees*

She winked as she looked at the lz, she turned the ship quickly as she hit the open button and looked back with a laugh

*I'll stick the with air tour I think looks better happy hunting agent smith *

She said, and once he was unloaded she immediately cleared the area, and started a circle around hik.while watching the sky just in case biggest came in

[member="Brent Smith"]

 

[Brent Smith]

When he stepped out into the battered streets, Brent's gut wrenched. There were war zones and then there was this.

Looters were mobbing the savage streets, running wild with their makeshift weapons and antiquated slugthrowers. They were falling on each other, cutting throats and ferral digging into the bodies with sharp, hungry teeth. It was a horrific display as blood was sent spraying onto the broken permacrete streets.

One of the packs of cannibals sighed Brent and began stalking towards him, their crude blades in hand. Adrenaline took over as he looked into their inbred, twisted eyes.

He dropped the duffle bag and raised his rifle to his shoulder in a single, swift movement. With a squeeze of the trigger he dropped the leader, it's body crumbled to the ground. The others bolted toward Brent, the agent sighed each, his slugthrower dispatching them with a single trigger squeeze each. More of the savages began to leap at him, whether for self-protection or to claim him as their own prize, he couldn't tell.

Click. Click. Click.

His empty rifle sputtered. The agent brought the butt of it around, driving one of the cannibals back long enough for him to draw a pistol.

"Requesting cover, Bolt One, I need some breathing room," he said into the comm pressed in his ear.

[member="Sara Lee Jones"]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

Sara looked diwn as she saw multiple fires and a few explosions, her view went back to the agent, she watched as chaos erupted around him, she waited till she was called and gave a smile

*calvary is on the way!*

She brought the ship in front of [member="Brent Smith"], she gave a smile as she opened fire with the guns, tipping the enemy to shreds, she then moved up and angled as she tried firing at the ones it cover to keep them down, she then moved out

*guns gotta cool party should be calm for you now*

[member="Brent Smith"]

 

[Brent Smith]

As the laser fire tore around him, duracrete dust and bits peppered against him. Through the haze and carnage, Brent began to nimbly thread his way out of the fire zone.

"Thanks Bolt One," Brent said watching the survivors flee in terror.

He grabbed the duffle bag with his free hand and began running through the shattered streets. As the crashed freighter had come inland it had broken up, the debris that landed wrecked a devistation on the cracked streets.

He turned a corner, coming face to face with a blade wielding cannibal. He didn't even have a moment to think before he pulled the trigger, dropping the young man where he stood. Another behind him froze for a second in fear, long enough for Brent to knock him down with his duffle bag and put two shots in his chest.

"I need eyes on how far I am from the target," he said ducking under a stray slug round.

[member="Sara Lee Jones"]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

She gave a smile as she moved the ship up and away, she started doing her round again, watching the chaos in the streets...this is why she was glad to be a imperial...such places needed the firt order

She snapped out of her thoughts as she listned to [member="Brent Smith"] and gave a nod to herself looking down* half a click away looks like you got holy sh-*

She weaved as a rocket flew past her, she immediately moved out of range

*Agent smith pirates have rockets just got buzzed by one each pass now is gonna have to be a quick one how copy?*

 

[Brent Smith]

Brent raised his pistol and fired off a trio of rounds, sending the shooter who's stray shot had almost gotten luck into the afterlife. These beings where everywhere, and they seemed to have an endless taste for blood.

"Roger, willco," Brent grunted. "I've almost secured my vacation home," a rock came from out of nowhere, smacking him against the head. Brent crumbled back on the wall behind him, his vision blurring for a second. A pair of hands gripped his throat with a vice grip. He reached into his coat and pressed the heavy blaster from it into the assaulter's stomach. The four shots sent the body falling back onto a pile of overturned duracrete. Brent rubbed his neck, firing of a salvo of shots that sent a few more of the fellow blood feasters running. "I think the locals want me to become a full time resident, though." He fired a few more shots, "They seem to be quite taken with me."

He pushed himself off the wall, sprinting down the road as fast as he could. He shot as he ran, spraying a wall of blaster shots and bullets as he ran. At last he slid to a halt, the shattered freighter, long burned out stood before him. "Bolt One, I have eyes on the target, taking," he looked over his shoulder, he could feel without seeing the savage onlookers waiting in the shadows, "Be advised: Exfil will be hot."

[member="Sara Lee Jones"]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

She kept a circle around his position, she gave a sughed as she looked at the ground watching the battle ensue

*hey make sure it has two rooms please I think I'd like to visit*

She teased as she smiled she listned in again as she nodded to herself and kaughed, yea residents want him alright...probably medium rare to

*don't get to comfy, dinner is by 6*

She said the code word needed to tell.him the time they needed this opportunity to be finished

*Roger that a hot exfil got ya sh I understand I try and sweep the area before hand make it semi like warm?*

[member="Brent Smith"]

 

[Brent Smith]

There were plenty of holes in this mangled mess of a freighter after its planet fall. He slipped through one, his eyes adjusting to the dark as he stalked through it, his blaster ready and pointing ahead of him.

"Trust me," he said, his voice a low whisper, "I have no intentions of being late for the appetizers."

The intel had been preserved in a black, tight field box designed to--well, survive ship crash or even a direct hit from a turbolaser. His eyes lighted on its dark blue metal box. It was the size of a small tool box, with a handle on it. When Brent grabbed it, it felt heavier than it looked, and he guessed it was part of the heavy alloy it was made from. He brought it with him to the surface and began took look around, waiting for all hell to beak loose on them. It was too easy without the obligatory last stand these cannibals would almost certainly give. "We have it, ready for extraction."

[member="Sara Lee Jones"]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

She gave a smirk, she was starting to like this guy's attitude a lot, definitely would make these missions worthwhile if she did more of them

*Roger that*

Her eyes moved down, she watched as people darted to and from some being gunned down or sliced up....thank God she was far away from it all...it made her wonder though...could she really look at someone as she killed them? Sure she had seen the photos after a great battle and such but...she hadn't been the one to kill them....

She snapped out of her thoughts as she maneuvers the ship and opens the doors as she looked around

*agent smith sensors are showing-*

Before she got the rest of the sentence something hit the engine area, Sara gasped as she roughly shut everything off causing it to drop with a loud bang

*crap crap engines have failed I gotta repair them!*

[member="Brent Smith"]

 

[Brent Smith]

The comms filled with the all too familiar high pitched sound of engine failure. Brent's father had been a mechanic before his injury, as a young boy he had spent many hours with his dad working on local speeders, ships, farm vehicles--anything that ran on fuel. He had learned a lot from him about mechanics and so far it had helped save his life more times than he could have imagined.

"Roger, do what you have to," Brent said, his eyes roving, this was not good, not in the least, "But keep in mind," he could see the Silhouettes of more canibal locals coming towards him, looming ever nearer. "These guys don't like house guests."

This time he could see they were not alone. Alongside each of the primally armed headhunters were mangy, wild dogs. Their teeth barred in angry growls and thick, mucusy saliva dribbled from their maws. Brent pivoted, dual aiming a blaster pistol from either hand. He was surrounded, there was no running from this one.

"If your going to go out," he muttered to himself, "You might as go out with a bang."

He squeezed the triger of both weapons, sending two volleys of automatic blaster fire down range as he spun on his heel. Accuracy was secondary, he couldn't really miss. One of the dogs was the first to come close to him as the maneaters charged him. Brent stepped on its back flipping overhead in a high backflip. He angled both of his blasters downward in a spray of green plasma to clear his landing. His left foot landed on one's head, kicking it in with a hard snap. As he came close to the ground, Brent tossed his empty blasters aside drawing two E-11's. Twisting and turning as fast as he could, Brent's fingers pulled the trigger with a keen, almost sixth sense as he moved. Bodies began to pile around him.

One of the cannibals managed to grab and pin his arm as another came in with a wickedly curved sword. Brent shot the swordsman down and the three following close behind him, pivoting his left leg in a kick that released his grip from the man who pinned him.

"Anytime would be nice," Brent said dodging a grab and kicking another man down before shooting them both down, 'The locals are getting too touchy-feely for me."

[member="Sara Lee Jones"]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

Her training had kicked it, she immediately got out of her seat, she went outside and climbed the access ladder up, she looked around see the left was smoking, she moved over to it and popped the hatch ppen, she coughed and wiped the smoke away from her

*ah damn, this will take a minute*

She said as she started quickly removing parts, she looked around pressing herself to the ship so she wouldn't be hit by stray fire, she moved gears and bits away, she then sighed and wiped her forehead

However she didn't notice the cannibal that jumped onto the ship, not until his shadow was over her, she quickly turned with the wrench and hit him up side the heaf, her pistol came up as she fired at it and kicked it off

*yea I feel you there*

She said as she started back and smiled as she fixed it

* all aboard the express to getting the Frakoutaville*

She said and jumped down getting to the pilot seat and starting it up

[member="Brent Smith"]

 

[Brent Smith]

He was more than ready to leave, and that was keeping it mild. The agent tossed his smoking, emptied blasters away, grabbing a pair of slug thrower repeating pistols. As he charged forward, the agent pressed down on his pistols, sending a hail of bullets forward that leveled the path for him. Adrenaline took over for him and Brent's mind and body became bent fully on getting to the ship and free.

He broke through the army of cannibals and sprinted ahead at full speed, the enemy hot on his heels. He dove for the loading ramp, twisting and turning to land on his back with a hard thwack. He depressed both triggers, spraying more bullets at the cannibals coming hot behind him.

"Clear, clear, clear," he shouted through clenched teeth, kicking back one of the pursuers.

It was going to be a photo finish.

[member="Sara Lee Jones"]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

Sara watcged as the lz was starting to get filled, temporary fear sat in. As she remembered the whole zombie thing....she gulped and her body pressed up. She had no idea he was already on

She gasped as she set them towards where they needed to go hyper drive warming up as she sat back and rubbed her eyes

*well! That was exciting seems like there's better spots to vacation anyways*
[member="Brent Smith"]

 

[Brent Smith]

Brent lay where he was staring at the closed hatch for a few more minutes as they exites atmosphere and the gravity well. He took a moment to compose himself. The agent removed his sunglasses, cleaning them and wiping the sweat off his face before he stood and made his way back to the cockpit.

"Oh I don't know," he said, quirking a slight grin. "The meals seemed to be pretty low priced and you have to admit it, there wasn't a dull moment."

It was morbid humor to be sure but he had to cope somehow. All of the stormtroopers he had ever met developed their own sick sense of humor much worse than that. You had to live with what you did. It certainly changed you in one way or the other. Brent was finding his own ways to make it work.

"Good work," Brent's tone and face took on a much more serious look. "We pulled that off without much of a hitch, all things considered."

He retrieved his datapad, typing out a short, encoded message. To anyone who would have opened it, it would have appeared very unremarkable but for the receiver, he knew what it meant:

"I have grandma's old dress and I'm coming home to drop it off. I have suzie with me. Looking forward to seeing you, ly."

[member="Sara Lee Jones"]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Brent Smith"]

*hahaha I don't know own their right alomg side rations of say didn't get to taste though to busy with the sights *

She said as she gave a smile and gave a salute as she nodded

*despite the end part if say mission went as planned without any mistakes or big change*

She said as she hit the hyperspace switch sending them flying off

 

[Brent Smith]

"I didn't get to either, but, you know what they say," Brent said sitting in the copilot's chair, "'Anything is better than the dried rats.'"

Sara would probably be familiar with the term if she had any interactions with Stormtroopers. Dried rations (or "dried rats" for short)--their cube forms with the perfect balance of carbs, protein, vitamins, minerals, and fiber--was the daily staple of all soldiers in the First Order. Their taste was terrible and was barely able to be managed down at all. But with this and clean water, a Stormtrooper could be healthy and operating at maximum efficiency for an indefinite length of time.

He returned the salute, "Mission acomp--"

His comm interrupted Brent with a chirp. He snapped it up and checked the message, his face quickly grew somber.

"Well done," he said pocketing the device. "Well done indeed."

He rose abruptly and walked as quickly as he could from the cockpit to the refresher, not bothering to close the door behind him. He braced himself over the sink, his body shaking for a moment. He squeezed his eyes closed and a single tear trailed down his cheek.

[member="Sara Lee Jones"]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

She smirked at his comment as she swung the chair to face him

* you have a point there though it's fun eating them then going into the high speed maneuvers ugh....can't tell you how many times I almost lost kunch*

She was gonna smirk, but suddenly his face went somber, Sara looked at him confused, what had he just heard? It must've been something terrible becasue he immediately got up and headed to the refresher, she turned away for a moment and frowned as she stood and made her way to him, she stopped at the door as she slowly approached and spoke

*Brent....what happened?*
[member="Brent Smith"]