Storm Trooper Assault Fighting Force and the Rise of the Rebel Nuisance!

[Trixie]

Going in hot meant that Fuse had to strap his kitbag to his back and wear his dual holster for ‘Breach & Clear’, his two modified DC-15S Blaster Carbines. It meant that his basic rifleman training was going to be useful on this mission along with his extensive knowledge of explosive hardware. As Rooster navigated their way down to Tier 3, the orange armored Clone Trooper was in the back with Terrence equipping themselves for a firefight.

“There’s a really good bar right down the street from this bank. The Lighter Touch. It’s a lesbian gay bar, but they have the best selection of…whiskey.”

“Right. You go in there for the whiskey, I’m sure.” Terrence said with a grin, loading an energy cell into one of his many heavy weapons.

“Yes. I do!” Fuse said, unscrewing a flask he had pulled from his person, taking a long swig.

“What did they make you out of, Fuse? Jeez.” Rampage remarked as he watched their explosives expert empty the flask in one drink.

With a burp Fuse smiled, “Whiskey and poor choices. Do you think six bricks of plastique is too much?”

“Six!?” Granny said, entering the assembly area to grab whatever she may have needed.

“Oh! Granny! Tell Scrubsey that I molded one of the bricks to look like a duck!” Fuse said as he slid on his helmet, rotating the lock at the bottom, securing it to his armor.

Giving her the thumbs up sign, the explosives expert was ready to kill terrorist scum.