Matron, Operative of R.I.D.
Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 2:12 pm
The Begining
On a cold and damp Corillian night, a storm trooper patrol was passing through the slums on Coro-Net. They Cam across a mother huddling in a ally, sheltering a baby from the bitter wind whiping through the small passageway. They demanded identification, but the woman did not speak basic, as she was of Janta descent. The squad attempted to take the mother and child into cutsody and transfer them to imagration, but the mother resisted, fearing they were trying to take her child. In the strugle, a Troopers E-11 Rifle went off and put a smoking hole dead center in the mothers chest.
Unnoticed by either the Imperial troops nor the defenseless refugees, a team of elite Rebel Bothan Spies were on their way to a warehouse to oversee an arms transaction between the Alliance and Borvo the Hutt. While traversing the shady rooftops, the lead scout of the bothan unit spoted the disturbance out of the corner of his accutly percise eyes. Using his rebublic issue electro-binoculars to get a closer look at the event, the scout signaled for the squad to form up behind him.
Unaware of the strike being planed at this very moment on his team, the Storm Trooper Squad Leader activated his Comlink to call for pick up for the small Janta Youngling. Just as he bent over to retreive the squirming bundle, he was hit in the back by a Tenloss Disrupter Rifle round, instantly disinagrating the unfourtanate soldier. Before the rest of the White-clad men could arm themselves, 5 bothan commandos droped from the lofty heights of the corrilian buildings, one for every two of the remaining soldiers.
The squads engaged in hand to hand comabt, being far to close for the Imperial E-11's or the Rebublic Disrupters to work efficently. With the storm troopers limited visability, and the botan's unique agility, the imperial forces were slowly beat back untill one of the few Storm troopers left standing called for a general retreat. The bothans, not keen on shooting a fleeing adversary in the back, allowed the troops to escape, and took the small wailing child back to their extraction point for pickup.
17 Years Later.......
"Are you sure your ready for this son?" asked General Han Solo of the alliance resistance.
"I'll do what needs to be done" snaped the eager Agent Matron.
"Alrighty then. Heres your objective. We need a operative to scout out the imperial base before our troops get within range of their snipers. If you can dicern the location of as manby riflemen as you can, you just might turn the tide of this war son." Said General Solo over the blue prints of the target base.
" AH i see..... so no preasure then?" joked Matron somberly.
And so it starts.
On a cold and damp Corillian night, a storm trooper patrol was passing through the slums on Coro-Net. They Cam across a mother huddling in a ally, sheltering a baby from the bitter wind whiping through the small passageway. They demanded identification, but the woman did not speak basic, as she was of Janta descent. The squad attempted to take the mother and child into cutsody and transfer them to imagration, but the mother resisted, fearing they were trying to take her child. In the strugle, a Troopers E-11 Rifle went off and put a smoking hole dead center in the mothers chest.
Unnoticed by either the Imperial troops nor the defenseless refugees, a team of elite Rebel Bothan Spies were on their way to a warehouse to oversee an arms transaction between the Alliance and Borvo the Hutt. While traversing the shady rooftops, the lead scout of the bothan unit spoted the disturbance out of the corner of his accutly percise eyes. Using his rebublic issue electro-binoculars to get a closer look at the event, the scout signaled for the squad to form up behind him.
Unaware of the strike being planed at this very moment on his team, the Storm Trooper Squad Leader activated his Comlink to call for pick up for the small Janta Youngling. Just as he bent over to retreive the squirming bundle, he was hit in the back by a Tenloss Disrupter Rifle round, instantly disinagrating the unfourtanate soldier. Before the rest of the White-clad men could arm themselves, 5 bothan commandos droped from the lofty heights of the corrilian buildings, one for every two of the remaining soldiers.
The squads engaged in hand to hand comabt, being far to close for the Imperial E-11's or the Rebublic Disrupters to work efficently. With the storm troopers limited visability, and the botan's unique agility, the imperial forces were slowly beat back untill one of the few Storm troopers left standing called for a general retreat. The bothans, not keen on shooting a fleeing adversary in the back, allowed the troops to escape, and took the small wailing child back to their extraction point for pickup.
17 Years Later.......
"Are you sure your ready for this son?" asked General Han Solo of the alliance resistance.
"I'll do what needs to be done" snaped the eager Agent Matron.
"Alrighty then. Heres your objective. We need a operative to scout out the imperial base before our troops get within range of their snipers. If you can dicern the location of as manby riflemen as you can, you just might turn the tide of this war son." Said General Solo over the blue prints of the target base.
" AH i see..... so no preasure then?" joked Matron somberly.
And so it starts.
