11-13-2015, 10:11 PM
"Blast!" Corporal Anderson took three quick steps, bounding out of the shuttle, lifting his blaster in one hand to take aim at the retreating hover bike. His hand wavered as the distance rapidly increased, and he was forced to lower his arm. At this range there was no way he could make a reliable shot. He instead simply switched on his comm, turning and hopping back into the shuttle. "Situation has escalated. Repeat, situation has escalated." He waved over a handful of stormtroopers that came barging out of the detainment facility, blasters at the ready, and with only a single glance in the direction of the retreating hoverbike they broke into a run for the shuttle, leaping into the back of it.
"That's a roger, Corporal. We are directing backup from the original scene to give chase. Keep eyes on the target."
"Understood." Anderson strode up to the front of the shuttle and poked through the door to the cockpit, clapping one hand down on the pilot's shoulder. "Alright, hotshot. Let's move."
"You got it, boss-man!" With a flourish, the pilot brought the boarding ramp up and the shuttle lifted off from its ground-bound position. "Y'all better hang on to your helmets, ladies and gents. When there's some crazy prisoner-snatching loon to catch, I don't fly with the kid gloves on." One arm stretched out to the main throttle lever, and the word "Swerve" could be seen scrawled along the exterior of his forearm.
"Oh dear sweet Emperor..." Anderson whispered, and immediately grasped at the edge of the doorway.
And then the craft lurched forward, leaving behind faintly glowing trails of engine exhaust in its wake.
Below, several speederbikes and a landspeeder roared by the detention facility, already at top speed in pursuit. "Target is within range. Fire at will!"
"Copy that!" The gunner, a particularly burly-looking fellow with a targeting reticule etched over one eye of his helmet, growled in what could only be called intense satisfaction as let fly a volley of laser fire at the fleeing hover bike. Unfortunately...the main gun on Imperial landspeeders were designed for hitting much slower-moving targets, or at the very least, somewhat larger ones. His aim was good, but it wasn't perfect. Several near misses blazed by uncomfortably close to the pair of fugitives, but hit only empty air and the occasional building. "Dang it!" he roared, pounding one fist against the gun barrel. "Can't get a solid shot in at this distance! Not at this speed, anyway!"
"Keep up the fire anyway! Make 'em panic, they'll get sloppy!" The driver shouted back.
"Watch out, he's up to som--GAH!" One stormtrooper, his helmet suddenly splattered with jam, reared back, swerving chaotically as he fought to keep his course level. He ripped his helmet roughly off, blinking his eyes in the suddenly much brighter light, only to find the rapidly approaching sight of an obstruction in his path filling his vision. "Oh...my...." was all he had time to say before he hit it full-on. There was a horrid crunching and tearing of metal and the remains of the speederbike went flipping end over end through the air, along with the unlucky trooper, who hit the ground and skidded several times over the ground. He finally came to a halt with his armor covered in burns and dents, and with his exposed head bloodied, but alive. "Dang....that sucks...."
Several more of his compatriots blazed past him, leaving him to haul himself off to one side of the road, out of the way, as best he could.
In his position of overwatch in the shuttle above, Anderson smashed his fist against the bulkhead. "Son of a...." He turned to Swerve. "Open the boarding ramp to firing position."
"You got it!" Swerve said cheerily, and smacked a button on the control panel.
"Command, we have an officer down in pursuit of the subject. Requesting recovery, and eyes on all potential exits from Tier 1. We're not letting those two get away now."
"We read you loud and clear, Corporal."
Striding to the rear of the ship, Anderson stared down at the chase below through the now half-open boarding ramp. "Alright you bunch. Normally this is the part where I'd say bring them down and take them in alive to properly pay for their actions." He unhooked a marksman rifle from the wall of the ship, passing it off to another of the troopers present. "But now that's three of my men they've either killed or injured. They've earned a one-way trip back to the Fountain of Infinity. Fire at will."
"Understood, sir."
"That's a roger, Corporal. We are directing backup from the original scene to give chase. Keep eyes on the target."
"Understood." Anderson strode up to the front of the shuttle and poked through the door to the cockpit, clapping one hand down on the pilot's shoulder. "Alright, hotshot. Let's move."
"You got it, boss-man!" With a flourish, the pilot brought the boarding ramp up and the shuttle lifted off from its ground-bound position. "Y'all better hang on to your helmets, ladies and gents. When there's some crazy prisoner-snatching loon to catch, I don't fly with the kid gloves on." One arm stretched out to the main throttle lever, and the word "Swerve" could be seen scrawled along the exterior of his forearm.
"Oh dear sweet Emperor..." Anderson whispered, and immediately grasped at the edge of the doorway.
And then the craft lurched forward, leaving behind faintly glowing trails of engine exhaust in its wake.
Below, several speederbikes and a landspeeder roared by the detention facility, already at top speed in pursuit. "Target is within range. Fire at will!"
"Copy that!" The gunner, a particularly burly-looking fellow with a targeting reticule etched over one eye of his helmet, growled in what could only be called intense satisfaction as let fly a volley of laser fire at the fleeing hover bike. Unfortunately...the main gun on Imperial landspeeders were designed for hitting much slower-moving targets, or at the very least, somewhat larger ones. His aim was good, but it wasn't perfect. Several near misses blazed by uncomfortably close to the pair of fugitives, but hit only empty air and the occasional building. "Dang it!" he roared, pounding one fist against the gun barrel. "Can't get a solid shot in at this distance! Not at this speed, anyway!"
"Keep up the fire anyway! Make 'em panic, they'll get sloppy!" The driver shouted back.
"Watch out, he's up to som--GAH!" One stormtrooper, his helmet suddenly splattered with jam, reared back, swerving chaotically as he fought to keep his course level. He ripped his helmet roughly off, blinking his eyes in the suddenly much brighter light, only to find the rapidly approaching sight of an obstruction in his path filling his vision. "Oh...my...." was all he had time to say before he hit it full-on. There was a horrid crunching and tearing of metal and the remains of the speederbike went flipping end over end through the air, along with the unlucky trooper, who hit the ground and skidded several times over the ground. He finally came to a halt with his armor covered in burns and dents, and with his exposed head bloodied, but alive. "Dang....that sucks...."
Several more of his compatriots blazed past him, leaving him to haul himself off to one side of the road, out of the way, as best he could.
In his position of overwatch in the shuttle above, Anderson smashed his fist against the bulkhead. "Son of a...." He turned to Swerve. "Open the boarding ramp to firing position."
"You got it!" Swerve said cheerily, and smacked a button on the control panel.
"Command, we have an officer down in pursuit of the subject. Requesting recovery, and eyes on all potential exits from Tier 1. We're not letting those two get away now."
"We read you loud and clear, Corporal."
Striding to the rear of the ship, Anderson stared down at the chase below through the now half-open boarding ramp. "Alright you bunch. Normally this is the part where I'd say bring them down and take them in alive to properly pay for their actions." He unhooked a marksman rifle from the wall of the ship, passing it off to another of the troopers present. "But now that's three of my men they've either killed or injured. They've earned a one-way trip back to the Fountain of Infinity. Fire at will."
"Understood, sir."