Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20170213053613/@comment-26104528-20170619235234

(Works for me.)

Now Stella lay prone on the roof of the apartments. The rangefinder on her helmet booted up and she studiously surveyed the gate area that was just half a dozen blocks from where she was.

A number of field guns, a small motorpool for tanks, a fuel depot in the distance, and several defensive positions for droidekas could be seen.

Multiple lanes of fire, intercrossing too...even if we take this down it's a deathtrap...

She crawled backwards slightly, wracking her head. She wasn't force sensitive in the slightest but something still did not sit well with her about this mission at all. The sheer presence of Seperatists within the city, the lack of support and reinforcements, could it be a trap? There were at least 4 Jedi here; most operations would barely require 2 generals and those were key strategic worlds like Geonosis. Why would a small outer rim planet need 4 generals plus a Mandalorian?

Either way she had a job to do.

''Ok, I'm good, but not that good. There's no way I can take all that on myself...''

Estellia cracked open the case of mines she brought with her and dug around in one of the side compartments, hoping there'd be some alternate trigger mechanisms. Tripwires wouldn't do her any good in this situation. No such luck; she only found spare wires. Lots of spare wires...

Hmm...lightbulb!

Gingerly, Stella tied two extra wires to the original ones on each mine, extending them to almost 50 feet each.

"Al'verde, please send me a full copy of all recon intel we've compiled." she said into her communicator as she repacked the mines and went back to surveying the area with her Rangefinder, specifically that fuel depot she just saw.

"DIstance to Target: 583.4 Meters"

"Maximum Effective Range of Missile: 2000 Meters"

Stella grinned as she opened up the console on her wrist and entered in the target information. A virtual red "fire" button soon appeared on her screen and she crouched down, angling herself towards the fuel tank in the distance.

''Hmm...I'll have maybe 10, 15 minutes until the Seppies clean up my mess...Here goes nothing. ''

Stella pushed down on the button and her rocket screeched to life. In the dust it kicked up, the Tigress lept off the building and let herself fall until she was at a decent altitude where she burst her jetpack again towards the rooftops of some shorter buildings, right next to one of the motorpools. Simultaneously, her rocket struck the fuel depot, setting off a significant explosion. Outpost alarms started blaring and several of the droids started running off to investigate and help contain the fire, leaving only a token force behind.

Ok, on second thought...Estellia now decided that trying to plant mines to set off the next morning may not work in her favor, considering the droid snipers were among the troops left behind. She set the case in the corner of a parapet and piled rubble on top while the snipers were still trying to disclose the location of the launch.

"Up there! Look at the dust!" she heard one shout as she finished up.

"I see it, anyone else see that yellow guy flying out?"

Fuck!

"Maybe! You look for him, we'll watch up there!"

With her ruse very quickly falling apart, Stella didn't have much choice left. She vaulted over the parapets and landed feet first next to a STAP. Clambering on, the tigress gunned the engines and took to the skies. Around 10 battle droids spotted her, all calling out in thier distinctive voices to shoot her down. Plasma bolts filled the air while Stella responded with long bursts from her carbine as she flew off and over the walls toward the FOB.

"That was them! That was the yellow guy!" the droid sniper called out as it kept taking potshots.

"Leave 'im, you can't hit him from here." another replied from the ground.

"but he blew up our fuel! I think he's with the republic!"

"Republic don't hire bounty hunters, remember? I think they're with the Trandoshans. Mercenary scum..."

Hoping she was finally clear of the Seperatist Jamming, Estellia went back to Republic comms.

"Attention Jetti, this is Estellia Corlyson. I am returning to base on a stolen STAP with recon intel. Please confirm..."