Back to normal schedules next week, in the meantime, here’s a short short sort of tale for you. We had a new guildie drop in out of nowhere, though she said she had come from Lok. She was pretty great, and loved PvP and flight when it came to the game.
Ariadne Rides Again
Fourteen Imperial bases destroyed in one night! An incredible series of strikes by Rebel forces had the night air ringing with intercom voices. Weeks of planning, scheming, back alley meetings and blatant spying had led to victory.
“The Imps must be so pissed!”
Ariadne smiled as she listened to the chatter. Her own part in the raids gave her great satisfaction. She had kept her group together, directing each move in a commanding voice. They had responded by moving as a unit, fifty rebels moving base to base, bringing down turrets, At-Sts and surprised Imperial troups with utter precision and ruthlessness. Now, taking the chance that she might be ambushed while still overt, she headed to Lok to meet a long time friend, sometime foe who said he had crates of incredibly powerful mines that she could use to defend her home base against inevitable reprisals.
The angelic choral music of Nyms Stronghold greeted her as she stepped off the shuttle. Dressed in her trademark black slacks and jacket she pulled out her speeder bike, checked her datapad for the rendezvous point and headed away from the star port.
“Where r u?” her contact asked.
“Three k out” she replied, veering away from a spined snake recluse nest, its writing hissing contents instantly on the move in pursuit.
“K” came the reply.
Anticipating an ambush, she pulled out a flask of her best brandy and took a deep drink. The man they called Red Spike was a bad man to meet anywhere. It was almost certain he planned to take advantage of her present vulnerability in Imperial territory, but she had to take the chance. In an hour she would be safe from attack but he insisted they meet now. Two hundred meters from the meeting point she stopped, dismounted and stored her bike. Equipping her krayt enhanced FWG5, she moved cautiously towards her target.
Would he betray her this time? She knew she couldn’t trust him, but if he delivered,
the Rebellion would benefit as she used the mines to defend their base. The base was under constant attack and any added defense would make her guild mates happy and the Rebellion stronger. As it was, they were weary of coming to its defense at all hours of the day and night. Checking her radar she sighed in relief—he was alone. He could call in his friends anytime but she hoped his feelings for her would keep her safe. She was counting on it.
As she approached he smiled. She waved in return. He looked at her, taking in the long blonde hair blowing in the Lokian breeze. So beautiful yet so treacherous he thought. He had fallen for her warm confidential manner like so many others had. He had thought once they had a future, fighting side by side but she had firmly let him know that there was someone else.
She returned his gaze evenly, thinking he had seen too many late nights in cantinas across the galaxy. His years of fighting on the side of evil had changed him. Once a renowned Rebellion colonel, now he crept the back alleys of the galaxy doing dirty deeds in the name of the wrinkled lump of pale flesh that was the Emperor. She was alarmed to see he wore the sign of the Empire openly. If she could act like nothing was amiss, grab the mines and run, it would be a successful trip to Lok, the perfect ending to an evening of excitement.
“Trade please” she said (bubbly).
“Hello Ariadne, I’ve missed you.” Red Spike wore full armor and held a rocket launcher casually. He passed her the crates and smiled (full of mischief).
“Thanks for coming” he said.
“There wasn’t a better time or safer place to meet you, I want you to know that.” Red Spike offered.
“You mean there was no safer place for you.” Ariadne smiled.
“Your activities on behalf of the Emperor are making you somewhat infamous” She said, stepping back towards her bike. He took a step towards her.
“Stay and chat a moment” he grinned.
“Incoming overts from the north! – Five of them!” came the urgent voice of Sloane. He and five others had arrived on Lok and spread out around the rendezvous point as soon as Ariadne had let them know she was going. Well placed spies always payed off, thought Ariadne. She hit the button to pull her bike, mounted and turned swiftly south toward the star port. Red dots appeared on her radar briefly, then she was out of range and ahead of them.
“Wait!” Red Spike pleaded on her intercom her.
“Your friends might not be so pleasant as you’ve been tonight!” she responded. “Mines from an old friend are one thing, deathblows from your companions? I’ll pass! Great to see you again!”
Her bike flew up and over a hill, temporarily carrying her high above a frustrated band of pirates. She grinned as she sped through the parched landscape. Nym’s Stronghold came into view, the star port and a quick flight to Rebel aligned Moenia minutes away. Suddenly her radar was filled again with dots of blazing red. A squadron of openly Imperial infantry waited at the star port. Turning sharply, she sped back to the main stronghold, hoping to make it to see Nym himself before the Imperials could catch her. Nym’s guards fired on the the Imperials as they chased her through the streets. Newly equipped with superior weaponry, the guards were deadly to the Imperials as they pursued Ariadne deep into the stronghold. Screams, explosions and gunfire filled the air as she reached Nym’s home. Virtually flying off her bike, she ran in, her health indicators so low she felt she hardly moved. The sound of blaster fire dimmed as soon as she was inside. Nym, who sitting behind his table busily looking over maps stood as she entered.
“Welcome back Ariadne” He grinned. “I didn’t think you would ever dare to return.” He motioned to his guards. Outside all was quiet. Inside only the echo of footsteps on cold stone could be heard.