Post by Galio on Feb 18, 2010 19:58:00 GMT -5
Micah
There's something about sliding an energy pack into a blaster that gets you ready. Something about sliding a vibrosword into a sheath that makes you ready to pull it out again. I could have someone else do all these things for me but I don't. This is my war, my mission, and my weapons and if I'm not ready to be a part of everything that goes into it then I have no business being a part of it. Below us the ice world of Hoth spun lazily on it's access apparently unaware of the destruction that circled above it. I looked around at my squademates. Each lost in his own thoughts, each prepping in his own way. We don't talk much before missions we don't need to. We're brothers in more ways than any one could understand, we are the best at what we do and none of us questions the abilities of the others. Created by the Empire, trained by Darth Vader himself, we are the Ghosts. There is no mission to hard no location to far, get out of the way or take up permanent residence there as a corpse, your choice I don't much care.
With a hiss the door to the small transport the Ghosts were gathered in opened to admit a tall black robed figure. Darth Vaders distinctive breathing gave his identity up before he stepped into the dim light cast by the single fixture above us. "Ghost Squad." His deep voice echoed. "Admiral Veers has begun his assault on the Rebel Base. He will march on the front blast doors of the base and destroy the shield generator. Your mission is to open the blast doors from inside the Rebel Base. Your shuttle will land you a mile from the base, enter through the ventilation shafts in the rear of the base. I will arrive in 4 standard hours. Good luck." The dark figure turned and left the room.
"Not one for long goodbyes." Ghost One remarked as the door slif shut behind the Sith. Not that the Ghosts needed a long goodbye. For Ghost One there was nothing outside of his mission, now that he had a mission he saw no point in messing around. He walked to the controls of the shuttle and snapped the launch switch before strapping himself in. "Impact on iceball in 15 minutes." He said flicking the countdown onto the HUD display of his helmet. That helmet was as much home to Ghost One as anything else here. Frankly the Ghost did not understand most people, did not grasp their existence the seeming pointlessness of their lives, he had never not had a mission, had never not completed a mission, and not not ever been hesitant about giving his life for a mission. There was success or there was death. Those were the lines in the Ghosts life nothing else existed because nothing else mattered. With a lurch the shuttle launched and began spiraling towards the planet below. Inside his helmet Ghost One smiled. The mission had started.
Riley
After several minutes of breaking through the atmosphere and then after that, flying near and between ice caps and over frozen plains, the shuttle landed an easy run from the Ghost Squad's objective, the Rebel's retreat, the clandestine, Echo Base. The pilot notified the squad, "Arrived at objective. -138 degrees and heavy snow, so visibility is minimal." At the latter notification, each Ghost knew the other two were grinning behind their masks. The moment the shuttle door opened, the squad sprinted out into a whirling blast of snow and to the nearest cover they could find. Even at this high speed sprint, they all stayed within arm's reach of one another. Before they reached cover, the shuttle lifted off and flew away, low and slow. Ghost three, weapons and electronics specialist, ran several close range, thorough scans of the terrain around them. He pointed into the blizzard and said over radio, "Objective that direction, six hundred meters," he paused and then pointed to his left, "four bogeys... fifteen meters and closing." The squad quickly lowered their stances and took up ambush positions. "They must've picked us up during break through." Ghost three whispered. Neither confrontation, nor first contact, were his primary purpose in this or any mission, so pulled his mini gun from his back and took up position a distance behind Ghost one and two for covering fire. Ghost one and two crouched down and prepared for this ambush. From his higher position, Ghost three could now see the bogeys in thermal through his HUD. He notified his comrades, "Confirmed, four Rebel foot soldiers all armed with standard blaster rifles; Eliminate with discretion. Six meters, now. Also, bare in mind, two hours till the blast doors must be opened." He set his mini gun on a bi-pod and aimed it just in front of his brothers. He slowly spoke to them, "Steady, now. They're right on ya."
Micah
"Copy." Ghost One replied as Two marked 4 targets. Underneath his helmet a broad grin split his face. "Ghost Three Mark the two on the left side I have the right. Two you're on clean up no weapons fire unless un-avoidable."
Ghost One slipped to the right his armor (an advanced cammo-flex material) blended with the snow allowing his movents to go undetected. His two marks moved with the typical dull un-concern for their surroundings of most soldiers.
"She doesn't even know you exist Mark." One of the Rebels said. "She's into you like a wookies into bath water."
"Oh come on she's to..." With a smooth, casual, practiced motion Ghost One reached forward and wrenched the soldiers head to the left. There was a sickening crunch and just like that his problems with women we're over. His partner turned sharply around bringing his blaster around and... a 6 inch vibro-blade buried itself in his neck. The snow turned red as his body sank into the drift.
Ghost One sheathed his blade and turned back to check on his squad mates and the two remaining guards.
(I know I know I posted out of sequence. We should be able to stay in order from here on out with a Damien, Me, Deagan format. The imperitive here is gonna be speed. We don't linger or wait we execute and move. Character development is gonna be done slowly and in pieces as we roll!! Have fun!)
Nick
((Okay, getting used to being called 'Two' is going to be rough. Can we have call-names? Or should we stick to numbers? Love the RP so far though, no lies.))
Ghost Two muttered some indiscernible complaint about no weapon fire. Switching on Adv. Camo-Flex, Two stood up and slammed the two other guards' heads together with such strength that they both landed unconscious on the snowy floor. Two quickly slit their necks to be assured of their silence. He shut both sets of eyes on the soldiers and touched both of their foreheads. He then stood and turned to Three.
"Ready."
Riley
((I think we can reveal our real names over time, but call names would be cool))
After overseeing the demise of the Rebel foursome, Three packed the bi-pod and his mini gun on his back, and in less than five seconds of the assassinations, the team was off to Echo Base in a cautious run. Three ran scans in front of them to make sure no more Rebel patrols were wandering out in this blizzard. In mid stride, Three reached forward, tapped the two in front of him, and said, "Off to the side, here." He lead them down a snow-faded path to a secret entrance into the base. He scanned the door and said, "One guard," he pointed to the right side of the door, "against this wall." He placed, what he affectionately called, "The Galaxy Key" on the code box of the door and punched a few keys. He looked back at One, whispered, "In three, two, one!" and kicked the steel door open, causing in a blinding whirl of snow.
((GET'IM, KESSEN!!!))
Micah
No one can understand the connection that Ghost Squad's members have. It goes beyond friendship, beyond even brotherhood. They we're... unified. Years of training and working and living together had made them into almost a single entity. They had had no other "friends" had never been part of another squad each was a part of the other and none we're entirely complete without his brother's to fight beside him. That said when Three kicked the door in Ghost One was already moving. They synchronization was perfect, the timing exquisite, and their execution flawless. The guard registered the door opening and Ghost One flying through it and perhaps if he was incredibly experienced had just enough time to think about firing a shot. Ghost One's jump took him right past the guard to where he landed soundlessly a few feet beyond the man. If the guard had incredibly fast reflexes he may have seen the knife that ended his life. If he was incredibly long lived he may have felt his lifeblood escaping his neck. His body hit the floor a second later.
"That door." Ghost One said sheathing his knife and pointing to a door to their left. The hallway beyond it would lead them through a storage room which contained an access point to the ventilation system.
Nick
((So... I'm really not sure exactly what I'm good at yet, lol, but I'll figure it out eventually))
Two jogged into the room and to the second door, opening it slowly he peered inside to see two guards both chatting, one attempting to grab something from the top shelf of the shelves that lined the entire left side of the hallway. Pulling out two throwing knives, Two cranked open the door and lodged both daggers into each of their heads, creating silent, seamless deaths. He passed over them, picked up both daggers, closed their eyes and moved to the next doorway which led into the storage room.
Riley
One and Three jogged up to the two unfortunates who, moments ago, discovered the efficiency Two's knife throwing abilities. Three started running scans, but something about the icy walls caused him to have to recalibrate. Three said to the others, "These settings aren't proven yet; We'll have to be careful." To be safe, he decided to rescan every room and hallway before they entered it. He stepped over the second body and prepared to scan around the corner. As he walked around this corner, he saw two Rebel soldiers walking down the hallway towards him. They instantly saw him and scrambled for their weapons. Three, quickly reached up next to his head and snapped his wrist forward, sending a flash bomb cruising down the hallway at head level. The bomb went off five feet in front of the guards, silently and effectively. Before either of the guards could even yell, Three had pulled out his pistol and fired twice--twice was enough. While One hid the first two bodies, Two and Three silently ran forward to conceal the next two. Three ran scans of the long hallway while Two ran ahead to the dead guards. Two closed both their eyes as Three looked on respectfully and understandingly. They quickly dragged the bodies out of sight and ran back to reunite with One. As they ran, Three said to Two, "Stupid, new scanner--I want my old one."
Micah
One stowed the bodies of the soldiers and winced as Blaster fire echoed through the storage room. This could get interesting.
"Form up" He commed walking towards the grate on the far side of the room and with a wrench pulling it free of the wall. He slid inside keeping his balance as he slid slowly down the close corridors of the pipe. He could have flicked on his flashlight or night vision but elected not too. One was a practical person and he liked the dark. The Dark was all he had ever known and as he slid carefully down the air shaft he let it envelop him. The trip was longer than he had anticipated, the shaft was clogged at points with sludge from lack of maintenance but then again he supposed that's what he was at the moment. "The air duct clogs from Hades." He thought smiling to himself.
A flash of light caught his eye from below. "Prep for exit." He whispered into his helmet comm. "I'm on the right, Two you've got the left, Three you're on cleanup. Let's make a good impression on the locals."
One hit the exit grate with both feet and rode it into the room, tucking into a role and assessing the situation as he moved. Four soldiers, two to the right standing in front of a large glass window, one across the room on the left, and the final one standing behind him against the wall. The Ghost came out his roll and moved right whipping out his curved vibro-knives as he rose. The first guard turned just in time to have his throat slit the other brought his gun around but was somewhat distracted by One's foot slamming into his knee. The joint cracked under the pressure and the soldier let out a shout which was cut off abruptly as One neatly ended his screaming and his life. The Ghost dove away from the soldier's bodies and came out in a combat stance as he whipped around to check on his squad mates.
(Damien your the Force Sensitive one. Not at Jedi level... think more along the lines of a Jedi Apprentice ability wise. Also in the name of our sanities if you guys could throw up "call names" it'd help with the flow of things. Ghost One doesn't really have one aside from just the Ghost. )
Nick
((I have no idea dude... Ghost, Bobby Joe and Hot Tomale? I can't think of any good ones right now...))
Two landed and leaped forward, in one smooth motion. He already knew where the guard was going to be, somehow. He just knew. He had his hands stretched out in front of him and before the soldier could freak out or scream or yell, Two had twisted his head to the soldier's left and snapped it, not to mention it got slammed up against the wall pretty hard. Two landed, closed his eyes and turned with a throwing dagger ready in each hand.
Riley
"Cleanup," Three thought to himself, "yet again." The sound of one kicking the grate open had kicked three's adrenaline into gear. He dove in right behind two and decided to test his new toy on a Rebel guinea pig who he rolled next to. The Rebel was sitting in a chair, staring in awe from behind a frost covered desk as his friends were dismantled before him by one and two. Three placed a motion-sensing, cardial rhythmic disruptor (Designed for incapacitating a sleeping subject immediately upon waking.) under his chair, set it for kill, and rolled behind a desk to watch. The Rebel reached for his gun, which was on the table, and in doing so, moved his chair. The motion detector picked up the movement and activated. The soldier's heart was stopped instantly, and he fell to the floor. Three thought to himself, "Cool. I'll keep it." Three quickly peaked up over the desk, stabbed another Rebel in the back of the head, and happily went to go retrieve his new toy. He whispered over the radio, "Any more?" Two confirmed that the room was empty, and three came back, "Eighty minutes till doors must be open. We should keep moving." They quickly and quietly hid the bodies in the vent and again, proceeded to the objective.
Micah
Just for the heck of it Ghost Two (Nic) is now called Stitch, Ghost Three is Eyes. Totally ad random but we need a little somethin-somethin.
"Eyes," The Ghost said gesturing towards a large window that looked down over the hanger. "We should be about thirty feet up," he said. "Kratos Maneuver in ten." He said and without further explanation headed towards the door on the right.
The Kratos maneuver was simple and based on one simple over arching human emotion: fear. Ghost One was the instigator, the match that lit the fuse and the hanger was a bomb practically waiting to be lit. A large room, one large door for an exit and packed with ships that we're filled with more fuel than a drunk Wookie. Ghost One crept down the stairs like a whisper eyes never ceasing to move. Two innocents came down the hall and two innocents never walked out. Casualties of war, it happens you either get over it or you don't. For the Ghost not getting over something just wasn't an option. Even while the Ghost crept towards the hanger he knew Two and Three were getting into position. Two should be making his way towards the one exit, One's panic would push everyone towards the exit and when they got their Stitch would be waiting. Three should be setting up some artillery, something to add to the panic One would cause and take advantage of man's natural desire to form groups for "protection". Guani Fish in a barrel." One thought with a chuckle. And made his way towards the hanger.
Nick
As soon as Stitch heard the word 'Kratos' he was already getting excited. He smiled as he jogged, silently towards the first exit that Eyes had pointed out to him at the window looking into the hangar.
Stitch drew his two short-blades and quickly ended a whistling guard who was relaxing foolishly outside the sliding doors that were to be Stitch's killing grounds. Stitch checked his various different weapons as a normal precaution; he knew they were all there, but it was a drill that he was taught to always perform.
'Almost time...' he thought to himself.
Riley
(I love how you don't have a name yet!)
Eyes felt as though he had been waiting months for this moment. In fact, he had! The Kratos Maneuver was without doubt, his favorite to execute, and likely his squad mates' also. He smiled as he assumed his perch high in the window overlooking the hangar. As he looked over the pathetic Rebel guards and pilots scrambling around, he thought to himself, "What unsuspecting fools."
The energy was ecstatic. Each Ghost new the other two relished the opportunity to unleash a small potential of their own volatile capabilities in teamwork.
Eyes spoke through his com, "Three is in position." He then waited for the triggering word from his squad leader.
Micah
(One doesn't have a name other than just the Ghost)
Ghost One crouched near a stack of old crates and counted. 3 2 Every muscle in his body tensed and pulled as the soldier prepared to pull himself out. Times seemed to slow as he exhaled. And slowed more as one final thought echoed through the Ghost's mind... 1
Faster than thought the Ghost was moving! In one motion he leaped over the crates he was behind and with a firm throw launched an adhesive grenade across the hanger. The grenade flew like a lazer bolt and lodged itself firmly onto the undercarriage of one of the Rebel Snow Cruisers. "Three seconds to detonation" He whispered. More grenades flew as the Ghosts legs struck the ground and turned a sharp left. "Two seconds" A guard spotted Ghost One just in time to catch the full force of the Imperial's punch. The guard slumped to the ground and with a primal whisper the Ghost simply said "Boom". Chaos erupted in the hanger as three ships detonated in a hail of fire and debris. Cries from the injured, shouts from the panicking, and the noise of swiftly running feet all combined into a maelstrom of sound and fear. "Honey, the Ghost thought. "I'm home." The Ghost registered the noise of Two and Three adding to the chaos as Rebels flocked towards the rooms only exit but the Ghost hardly spared them a thought. Ahead of him were the gate controls. Three panicked guards stood around it with fear running rampant in their eyes. "Time for a nap boys." The Ghost thought and moved towards them.
There's something about sliding an energy pack into a blaster that gets you ready. Something about sliding a vibrosword into a sheath that makes you ready to pull it out again. I could have someone else do all these things for me but I don't. This is my war, my mission, and my weapons and if I'm not ready to be a part of everything that goes into it then I have no business being a part of it. Below us the ice world of Hoth spun lazily on it's access apparently unaware of the destruction that circled above it. I looked around at my squademates. Each lost in his own thoughts, each prepping in his own way. We don't talk much before missions we don't need to. We're brothers in more ways than any one could understand, we are the best at what we do and none of us questions the abilities of the others. Created by the Empire, trained by Darth Vader himself, we are the Ghosts. There is no mission to hard no location to far, get out of the way or take up permanent residence there as a corpse, your choice I don't much care.
With a hiss the door to the small transport the Ghosts were gathered in opened to admit a tall black robed figure. Darth Vaders distinctive breathing gave his identity up before he stepped into the dim light cast by the single fixture above us. "Ghost Squad." His deep voice echoed. "Admiral Veers has begun his assault on the Rebel Base. He will march on the front blast doors of the base and destroy the shield generator. Your mission is to open the blast doors from inside the Rebel Base. Your shuttle will land you a mile from the base, enter through the ventilation shafts in the rear of the base. I will arrive in 4 standard hours. Good luck." The dark figure turned and left the room.
"Not one for long goodbyes." Ghost One remarked as the door slif shut behind the Sith. Not that the Ghosts needed a long goodbye. For Ghost One there was nothing outside of his mission, now that he had a mission he saw no point in messing around. He walked to the controls of the shuttle and snapped the launch switch before strapping himself in. "Impact on iceball in 15 minutes." He said flicking the countdown onto the HUD display of his helmet. That helmet was as much home to Ghost One as anything else here. Frankly the Ghost did not understand most people, did not grasp their existence the seeming pointlessness of their lives, he had never not had a mission, had never not completed a mission, and not not ever been hesitant about giving his life for a mission. There was success or there was death. Those were the lines in the Ghosts life nothing else existed because nothing else mattered. With a lurch the shuttle launched and began spiraling towards the planet below. Inside his helmet Ghost One smiled. The mission had started.
Riley
After several minutes of breaking through the atmosphere and then after that, flying near and between ice caps and over frozen plains, the shuttle landed an easy run from the Ghost Squad's objective, the Rebel's retreat, the clandestine, Echo Base. The pilot notified the squad, "Arrived at objective. -138 degrees and heavy snow, so visibility is minimal." At the latter notification, each Ghost knew the other two were grinning behind their masks. The moment the shuttle door opened, the squad sprinted out into a whirling blast of snow and to the nearest cover they could find. Even at this high speed sprint, they all stayed within arm's reach of one another. Before they reached cover, the shuttle lifted off and flew away, low and slow. Ghost three, weapons and electronics specialist, ran several close range, thorough scans of the terrain around them. He pointed into the blizzard and said over radio, "Objective that direction, six hundred meters," he paused and then pointed to his left, "four bogeys... fifteen meters and closing." The squad quickly lowered their stances and took up ambush positions. "They must've picked us up during break through." Ghost three whispered. Neither confrontation, nor first contact, were his primary purpose in this or any mission, so pulled his mini gun from his back and took up position a distance behind Ghost one and two for covering fire. Ghost one and two crouched down and prepared for this ambush. From his higher position, Ghost three could now see the bogeys in thermal through his HUD. He notified his comrades, "Confirmed, four Rebel foot soldiers all armed with standard blaster rifles; Eliminate with discretion. Six meters, now. Also, bare in mind, two hours till the blast doors must be opened." He set his mini gun on a bi-pod and aimed it just in front of his brothers. He slowly spoke to them, "Steady, now. They're right on ya."
Micah
"Copy." Ghost One replied as Two marked 4 targets. Underneath his helmet a broad grin split his face. "Ghost Three Mark the two on the left side I have the right. Two you're on clean up no weapons fire unless un-avoidable."
Ghost One slipped to the right his armor (an advanced cammo-flex material) blended with the snow allowing his movents to go undetected. His two marks moved with the typical dull un-concern for their surroundings of most soldiers.
"She doesn't even know you exist Mark." One of the Rebels said. "She's into you like a wookies into bath water."
"Oh come on she's to..." With a smooth, casual, practiced motion Ghost One reached forward and wrenched the soldiers head to the left. There was a sickening crunch and just like that his problems with women we're over. His partner turned sharply around bringing his blaster around and... a 6 inch vibro-blade buried itself in his neck. The snow turned red as his body sank into the drift.
Ghost One sheathed his blade and turned back to check on his squad mates and the two remaining guards.
(I know I know I posted out of sequence. We should be able to stay in order from here on out with a Damien, Me, Deagan format. The imperitive here is gonna be speed. We don't linger or wait we execute and move. Character development is gonna be done slowly and in pieces as we roll!! Have fun!)
Nick
((Okay, getting used to being called 'Two' is going to be rough. Can we have call-names? Or should we stick to numbers? Love the RP so far though, no lies.))
Ghost Two muttered some indiscernible complaint about no weapon fire. Switching on Adv. Camo-Flex, Two stood up and slammed the two other guards' heads together with such strength that they both landed unconscious on the snowy floor. Two quickly slit their necks to be assured of their silence. He shut both sets of eyes on the soldiers and touched both of their foreheads. He then stood and turned to Three.
"Ready."
Riley
((I think we can reveal our real names over time, but call names would be cool))
After overseeing the demise of the Rebel foursome, Three packed the bi-pod and his mini gun on his back, and in less than five seconds of the assassinations, the team was off to Echo Base in a cautious run. Three ran scans in front of them to make sure no more Rebel patrols were wandering out in this blizzard. In mid stride, Three reached forward, tapped the two in front of him, and said, "Off to the side, here." He lead them down a snow-faded path to a secret entrance into the base. He scanned the door and said, "One guard," he pointed to the right side of the door, "against this wall." He placed, what he affectionately called, "The Galaxy Key" on the code box of the door and punched a few keys. He looked back at One, whispered, "In three, two, one!" and kicked the steel door open, causing in a blinding whirl of snow.
((GET'IM, KESSEN!!!))
Micah
No one can understand the connection that Ghost Squad's members have. It goes beyond friendship, beyond even brotherhood. They we're... unified. Years of training and working and living together had made them into almost a single entity. They had had no other "friends" had never been part of another squad each was a part of the other and none we're entirely complete without his brother's to fight beside him. That said when Three kicked the door in Ghost One was already moving. They synchronization was perfect, the timing exquisite, and their execution flawless. The guard registered the door opening and Ghost One flying through it and perhaps if he was incredibly experienced had just enough time to think about firing a shot. Ghost One's jump took him right past the guard to where he landed soundlessly a few feet beyond the man. If the guard had incredibly fast reflexes he may have seen the knife that ended his life. If he was incredibly long lived he may have felt his lifeblood escaping his neck. His body hit the floor a second later.
"That door." Ghost One said sheathing his knife and pointing to a door to their left. The hallway beyond it would lead them through a storage room which contained an access point to the ventilation system.
Nick
((So... I'm really not sure exactly what I'm good at yet, lol, but I'll figure it out eventually))
Two jogged into the room and to the second door, opening it slowly he peered inside to see two guards both chatting, one attempting to grab something from the top shelf of the shelves that lined the entire left side of the hallway. Pulling out two throwing knives, Two cranked open the door and lodged both daggers into each of their heads, creating silent, seamless deaths. He passed over them, picked up both daggers, closed their eyes and moved to the next doorway which led into the storage room.
Riley
One and Three jogged up to the two unfortunates who, moments ago, discovered the efficiency Two's knife throwing abilities. Three started running scans, but something about the icy walls caused him to have to recalibrate. Three said to the others, "These settings aren't proven yet; We'll have to be careful." To be safe, he decided to rescan every room and hallway before they entered it. He stepped over the second body and prepared to scan around the corner. As he walked around this corner, he saw two Rebel soldiers walking down the hallway towards him. They instantly saw him and scrambled for their weapons. Three, quickly reached up next to his head and snapped his wrist forward, sending a flash bomb cruising down the hallway at head level. The bomb went off five feet in front of the guards, silently and effectively. Before either of the guards could even yell, Three had pulled out his pistol and fired twice--twice was enough. While One hid the first two bodies, Two and Three silently ran forward to conceal the next two. Three ran scans of the long hallway while Two ran ahead to the dead guards. Two closed both their eyes as Three looked on respectfully and understandingly. They quickly dragged the bodies out of sight and ran back to reunite with One. As they ran, Three said to Two, "Stupid, new scanner--I want my old one."
Micah
One stowed the bodies of the soldiers and winced as Blaster fire echoed through the storage room. This could get interesting.
"Form up" He commed walking towards the grate on the far side of the room and with a wrench pulling it free of the wall. He slid inside keeping his balance as he slid slowly down the close corridors of the pipe. He could have flicked on his flashlight or night vision but elected not too. One was a practical person and he liked the dark. The Dark was all he had ever known and as he slid carefully down the air shaft he let it envelop him. The trip was longer than he had anticipated, the shaft was clogged at points with sludge from lack of maintenance but then again he supposed that's what he was at the moment. "The air duct clogs from Hades." He thought smiling to himself.
A flash of light caught his eye from below. "Prep for exit." He whispered into his helmet comm. "I'm on the right, Two you've got the left, Three you're on cleanup. Let's make a good impression on the locals."
One hit the exit grate with both feet and rode it into the room, tucking into a role and assessing the situation as he moved. Four soldiers, two to the right standing in front of a large glass window, one across the room on the left, and the final one standing behind him against the wall. The Ghost came out his roll and moved right whipping out his curved vibro-knives as he rose. The first guard turned just in time to have his throat slit the other brought his gun around but was somewhat distracted by One's foot slamming into his knee. The joint cracked under the pressure and the soldier let out a shout which was cut off abruptly as One neatly ended his screaming and his life. The Ghost dove away from the soldier's bodies and came out in a combat stance as he whipped around to check on his squad mates.
(Damien your the Force Sensitive one. Not at Jedi level... think more along the lines of a Jedi Apprentice ability wise. Also in the name of our sanities if you guys could throw up "call names" it'd help with the flow of things. Ghost One doesn't really have one aside from just the Ghost. )
Nick
((I have no idea dude... Ghost, Bobby Joe and Hot Tomale? I can't think of any good ones right now...))
Two landed and leaped forward, in one smooth motion. He already knew where the guard was going to be, somehow. He just knew. He had his hands stretched out in front of him and before the soldier could freak out or scream or yell, Two had twisted his head to the soldier's left and snapped it, not to mention it got slammed up against the wall pretty hard. Two landed, closed his eyes and turned with a throwing dagger ready in each hand.
Riley
"Cleanup," Three thought to himself, "yet again." The sound of one kicking the grate open had kicked three's adrenaline into gear. He dove in right behind two and decided to test his new toy on a Rebel guinea pig who he rolled next to. The Rebel was sitting in a chair, staring in awe from behind a frost covered desk as his friends were dismantled before him by one and two. Three placed a motion-sensing, cardial rhythmic disruptor (Designed for incapacitating a sleeping subject immediately upon waking.) under his chair, set it for kill, and rolled behind a desk to watch. The Rebel reached for his gun, which was on the table, and in doing so, moved his chair. The motion detector picked up the movement and activated. The soldier's heart was stopped instantly, and he fell to the floor. Three thought to himself, "Cool. I'll keep it." Three quickly peaked up over the desk, stabbed another Rebel in the back of the head, and happily went to go retrieve his new toy. He whispered over the radio, "Any more?" Two confirmed that the room was empty, and three came back, "Eighty minutes till doors must be open. We should keep moving." They quickly and quietly hid the bodies in the vent and again, proceeded to the objective.
Micah
Just for the heck of it Ghost Two (Nic) is now called Stitch, Ghost Three is Eyes. Totally ad random but we need a little somethin-somethin.
"Eyes," The Ghost said gesturing towards a large window that looked down over the hanger. "We should be about thirty feet up," he said. "Kratos Maneuver in ten." He said and without further explanation headed towards the door on the right.
The Kratos maneuver was simple and based on one simple over arching human emotion: fear. Ghost One was the instigator, the match that lit the fuse and the hanger was a bomb practically waiting to be lit. A large room, one large door for an exit and packed with ships that we're filled with more fuel than a drunk Wookie. Ghost One crept down the stairs like a whisper eyes never ceasing to move. Two innocents came down the hall and two innocents never walked out. Casualties of war, it happens you either get over it or you don't. For the Ghost not getting over something just wasn't an option. Even while the Ghost crept towards the hanger he knew Two and Three were getting into position. Two should be making his way towards the one exit, One's panic would push everyone towards the exit and when they got their Stitch would be waiting. Three should be setting up some artillery, something to add to the panic One would cause and take advantage of man's natural desire to form groups for "protection". Guani Fish in a barrel." One thought with a chuckle. And made his way towards the hanger.
Nick
As soon as Stitch heard the word 'Kratos' he was already getting excited. He smiled as he jogged, silently towards the first exit that Eyes had pointed out to him at the window looking into the hangar.
Stitch drew his two short-blades and quickly ended a whistling guard who was relaxing foolishly outside the sliding doors that were to be Stitch's killing grounds. Stitch checked his various different weapons as a normal precaution; he knew they were all there, but it was a drill that he was taught to always perform.
'Almost time...' he thought to himself.
Riley
(I love how you don't have a name yet!)
Eyes felt as though he had been waiting months for this moment. In fact, he had! The Kratos Maneuver was without doubt, his favorite to execute, and likely his squad mates' also. He smiled as he assumed his perch high in the window overlooking the hangar. As he looked over the pathetic Rebel guards and pilots scrambling around, he thought to himself, "What unsuspecting fools."
The energy was ecstatic. Each Ghost new the other two relished the opportunity to unleash a small potential of their own volatile capabilities in teamwork.
Eyes spoke through his com, "Three is in position." He then waited for the triggering word from his squad leader.
Micah
(One doesn't have a name other than just the Ghost)
Ghost One crouched near a stack of old crates and counted. 3 2 Every muscle in his body tensed and pulled as the soldier prepared to pull himself out. Times seemed to slow as he exhaled. And slowed more as one final thought echoed through the Ghost's mind... 1
Faster than thought the Ghost was moving! In one motion he leaped over the crates he was behind and with a firm throw launched an adhesive grenade across the hanger. The grenade flew like a lazer bolt and lodged itself firmly onto the undercarriage of one of the Rebel Snow Cruisers. "Three seconds to detonation" He whispered. More grenades flew as the Ghosts legs struck the ground and turned a sharp left. "Two seconds" A guard spotted Ghost One just in time to catch the full force of the Imperial's punch. The guard slumped to the ground and with a primal whisper the Ghost simply said "Boom". Chaos erupted in the hanger as three ships detonated in a hail of fire and debris. Cries from the injured, shouts from the panicking, and the noise of swiftly running feet all combined into a maelstrom of sound and fear. "Honey, the Ghost thought. "I'm home." The Ghost registered the noise of Two and Three adding to the chaos as Rebels flocked towards the rooms only exit but the Ghost hardly spared them a thought. Ahead of him were the gate controls. Three panicked guards stood around it with fear running rampant in their eyes. "Time for a nap boys." The Ghost thought and moved towards them.