O'er the Land of the Free [Dead Rabbits terrorist strike on Bothuwai]

[Follow The Rabbit]

O'er the Land of the Free...

"Welcome to the confederacy, land of the thief and home of the slave. A faction built on the backs of an insidious idea, freedom. Freedom and democracy, there is no freedom here. There's only the idea of it, the front that they put up when in truth the government is a lie and is run by select people in the shadows serving corporations that privatize water and electricity whose ideals are profit. Their public relations their human resources are lies that make it ok to rape land, the techno unions and death watches that sell suicide seeds genes.Their lust and greed has driven them to war, they are sick. And we are the cure."

LOCATION 1: BOTHAWUI, MEMORIAL STADIUM, NUNABALL MINOR LEAGUE CHAMPIONSHIPS
TIME: 1500
ATTENDANCE: 4000

"NUUUUNNNAAAA!!!" The opening kick of the minor league nunaball had begun, a game like American football for those who didn't know only replaced with robots instead of human players. The small arena was packed with fans of the sport bustling with cheers of laughter and happiness as the sport took off and the game had begun. Smiling people stood and watched the game or sat on the edge of their seats. It was going quite well really. But as this was a minor league game security wasn't as tight as you would think, a simple ticket would get you in, and searches were limited to a quick peek inside of a bag if the person had one on them. Which made it a perfect target for the Dead Rabbits. Within the crowd dressed in civilian clothing a dozen members of the dead rabbits stood mixed in random places cheering and perfectly blended with the people and civilians of the crowd. It would be just about impossible to find them out, but for now they would sit in wait until everything was set up and their plan was to go in motion.

"Hold tight, we are hitting objective two. On my mark." A cold voice came on the radio, above in the sky on a mobile speeder freighter a man in a mask sat back watching the game waiting for phase two to begin. The opened up arena surrounded by sky scrapers was ready for a unnerving wake up call.

LOCATION TWO: ROUTE 23 LOW TO THE GROUND SPEEDER LANE
TIME: 1300
POPULATION: 1 CIS CONVOY

CONVOY MANIFEST
2 cases of fifteen of ECHO SXB-1 "Scrubber"
20 Phase IV Trooper Armor
30 IFF Tags [Identification Friend or Foe tags. Aka that thing that makes you show up as a friendly on the HUD]

The small convoy of trucks zoomed down the speeder lane a few feet from the ground, standard procedure in case something were to happen to a speeder in mid flight and it wouldn't drop to the ground destroying all the content inside, but enough detail of that. The small convoy was moving down the lane at good speeds making their way to the nearest base that was fifteen kilometers out from their current position. The convoy consisted of two support vehicles and a freighter loaded with the gear the rabbits wanted. Lurking in buildings above a team of twenty insurgents waited in wait for their plan to begin. The setting was simple, a city street fifteen kilometers away from a military base. It was more on the outskirts of town so there wasn't a abundance of tall buildings. But now it was time to start

STREET LEVEL
revving of an engine could be heard as a masked ( http://www.airsoftmasks.net/images/upload/1347928345.jpg ) insurgent sat behind the wheel of semi, soon a voice on the radio came on and it was time to move "go go go." Slamming on the gas the semi took off into the street timing a collision with the first support vehicle, slamming into it the speeder tumbled and hit the ground and as soon as it had hit a door to the trailer of the semi slid open and a team of men stood there aiming rifles at the CIS transit vehicle. Taking aim they fired quickly killing the driver, it was now time to raid as a fire fight erupted in the streets of Bothuwai

[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] [member="Salem Norongachi"]

 

[Beowoof]

About 1.5 kilometers north and at 260 meters elevation, a slender young woman gazed across the cityscape on one knee, a gas mask shrouding her lower face. With her left hand, she brought a pair of macrobinoculars to her eyes, concealing the rest of her identifiable features. Memorial Stadium looked rather lively tonight. She twisted the knobs of her viewing device to zoom in further and identify the more prominent attendees of this afternoon's match.

The room was situated at the top floor of the Bothawui Union Bank Tower, pitch dark and all nearby closed-caption cams cut--with the exception of the miniscule, portable motion and infrared detectors the mysterious character had set up along the halls and doorways of the office building. An airspeeder in flat black coating was parked atop the roof, further concealed by camouflage netting.

Lowering her macrobinoculars, the invisible spectator glanced at her datapad to analyze her security system feeds, confirming that yes, she now had the top floors completely to herself. Scoped Verpine rifle clutched in her right hand, the girl waited for her time.

 

[Follow The Rabbit]

[member="Alice"]

LOCATION 2 CONVOY

As the driver of the freighter died the speeder hit the ground and slid forward the dead man's body on the brakes as it came to a complete stop on the concrete. Funneling out of the insurgent vehicle a dozen armed masked men began to push the flanks of the truck firing on the rear convoy guard. In a hail of blaster and slug fire the driver and passengers of the vehicle were gunned down leaving them only broken bloody bits of the men and women they once were. Now it was time to secure the gear inside, more than likely it was being guarded by people from the inside so it would need to be flashed and breached by the team from the outside. "Stack stack stack!" The team of terrorist quickly stacked on the doors placing a breaching charge on it.

"3 2 1." Boom, the charge went off and the doors flew open. Stepping in first a dead rabbit was quickly shot dead by one of the men inside the transport. After that the remaining terrorists shot the men inside and killed them in a short firefight. "Check the boxes!" Running up and down the truck the terrorist began to open crates and inspect them. Everything was in order and they are set to go. "Bring the truck around and commence loading !" Cried one of the men. Quickly the truck that had rammed the first speeder spun around and began to dock so loading could commence


LOCATION 1 NUNABALL GAME, HALF TIME

"Alice this is rabbit, commence the signal." Was heard over Alice's comm unit, she knew what to do and it was time to commence the gasing of the stadium. On stage for the halftime show was a some pop star singing her guts out for the crowd of people. It was time that they learned no one was safe in this galaxy. And it would start with the prettiest of people. All around the crowd the insurgents waited, watched and were ready for the incoming signal of the attack

[member="Alice"]

 

[Beowoof]

The distant observer had just finished sticking a windage meter to the exterior of the office window when she got the alert.

"Alice this is rabbit, commence the signal."

Alice--as he had called her--immediately lifted the stock of her Verpine rifle up to her shoulder, a single, mysterious blue eye peeking into the scope and gazing at the famed person who currently held the attention of the entire congregation. Alice had an audio feed of the ceremony, courtesy of the Dead Rabbits, and she listened in to determine the most poignant moment of the anthem. Something about the lovely neighborhood Confederacy people. Check.

There was no sound. No flash. No trace. Only red splattered across the grassy field as the pop sensation was flopped to the ground by a seemingly invisible force. Her head whipped to the left before her body crumbled onto the turf, inciting a collective gasp from the gathered crowds. For a split second, Alice heard placid silence from the stadium afar, followed instantly by shrill screams and panicked cries echoed throughout Drev'starn, Bothawui's capital city.

One grisly task accomplished. How many more would follow? The masked woman relaxed her grip on the gun and picked up her datapad, flicking it to a screen featuring a big red button...