10-25-2015, 10:11 PM
Sev pulled up the sniping blaster as the muzzle steamed softly. There came a sharp hiss as the magazine was ejected, and a subsequent, sharp clack as a fresh one was inserted. Boss's dour voice crackled in over the comm lines.
"Good work Seven. Do you have a visual on the third one?"
The squad's sniper slapped his visor scope down and peered along the smog ridden streets. Even with the powerful floodlight from the LAAT which had serendipitously arrived was having a hard time locating the arachnoid Prime. Sev issued a low, hateful growl. He hated losing track of prey.
"Negative sir. He slipped out of sight."
"That's fine. I've just been updating Dispatch and they want us to pull out."
"But Boss-"
"It's more important that Scorch gets into a bacta tank as soon as possible than run down an injured Prime freak. We're moving out. Wings, bring the LAAT around to the front of the warehouse with Sev for an extraction.
The squad's pilot confirmed the order in a somber tone.
"Aye sir."
Three-Eight hated the idea of letting the third convict escape, but the spider-eyed freak didn't exactly blend in, and he was stranded on Tier Seven with serious wounds. If and when he turned up again, the normal troopers could deal with him. For now it was better to make sure Six-Two lived to fight another day. After all, at this point, the message was pretty clear; do NOT mess with Coruscant.
Ten minutes later the LAAT was pulling up into the sky, its repulsor engines churning the dull grey smog violently as it faded from view. Triest watched the departure from the window of a dilapidated shed he had managed to find. It was over, for now...
"Good work Seven. Do you have a visual on the third one?"
The squad's sniper slapped his visor scope down and peered along the smog ridden streets. Even with the powerful floodlight from the LAAT which had serendipitously arrived was having a hard time locating the arachnoid Prime. Sev issued a low, hateful growl. He hated losing track of prey.
"Negative sir. He slipped out of sight."
"That's fine. I've just been updating Dispatch and they want us to pull out."
"But Boss-"
"It's more important that Scorch gets into a bacta tank as soon as possible than run down an injured Prime freak. We're moving out. Wings, bring the LAAT around to the front of the warehouse with Sev for an extraction.
The squad's pilot confirmed the order in a somber tone.
"Aye sir."
Three-Eight hated the idea of letting the third convict escape, but the spider-eyed freak didn't exactly blend in, and he was stranded on Tier Seven with serious wounds. If and when he turned up again, the normal troopers could deal with him. For now it was better to make sure Six-Two lived to fight another day. After all, at this point, the message was pretty clear; do NOT mess with Coruscant.
Ten minutes later the LAAT was pulling up into the sky, its repulsor engines churning the dull grey smog violently as it faded from view. Triest watched the departure from the window of a dilapidated shed he had managed to find. It was over, for now...