Enkindle: The Dead & Alive

An alarm blaring, lights flashing red and white. The trio ran with a few members of Ulaan's rebel cell, Ulaan herself was nowhere to be found, Aegon assumed she was either ahead or a few levels above or maybe even below. "Aegon, take this!" Inna screamed, she tossed a blaster pistol over to the Rebel agent. He just about caught it, his body was tired so his reflexes weren't the best. If he were a Jedi he could have just used the Force to catch it, he didn't have that divine mystic privellige.

With the second pistol he could knock down more Stormtroopers at a quicker rate. Left trigger, right trigger, left trigger, right trigger. He could already see Trantis taking ion grenades and other munitions. Baron knew he couldn't really judge him - at the end of the day they were here to steal a weapon too. It's just they had a purpose.

Inna and Aegon took cover behind a crate. "You doing okay?" Inna asked.
"So far, but this might only be the beginning of what they have to offer," Aegon huffed, he took three seconds to rest. "Don't let them win," Inna patted Baron on the shoulder. Mouse droids scurried past their boots, weaving around the bodies and the living. "I hope this over soon, I hate Denon... but after all every planet deserves a chance at freedom." Baron looked over the crate and fired at an incoming party of Stormtroopers. "Damn you, Imperial bucket heads!" Aegon's enraged roar echoed around the hallway. He was tired, restless, damn near broken.

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Level Nine was at the top of the Denon Weapons Facility, it housed no factory equipment only lavish offices for Imperial officials to do business. An office had already been prepared for Grand Admiral Abalam, even if his time here would be short. Inside Abalam wasn't alone Luando was here too, on the floor was Ulaan beaten and bruised. Her hands had been tied behind her back.

"Your insurgency won't succeed Miss Ulaan I hope you're aware of that," Abalam threatened, he walked back and forth. "You'll fail Rebel!" Luando joined in, although her threats weren't even half as intimidating as Darsh's. "I won't tell you anything you evil bastard," Ulaan struggled to even speak she had been so badly hurt. "My soldiers are winning, they never fail."
"They will, don't believe we came ill prepared. We know all about your damned Project Enkindle - we'll burn it to the ground. Every blueprint will be destroyed, every weapon already made will be destroyed, every one of your men will die." Ulaan realised halfway through her fierce statement that she was starting to sound like an Imperial herself.

"You're pathetic General Ulaan, but the passion in your speech is certainly noticible. I'll give you that," Abalam sighed. The Grand Admiral kicked her in the ribs, obnoxiously grunting as his polished leather boots made contact with Ulaan's body. Commander Luando watched on afraid, but not afraid to break any protocols. It felt like she was watching a war crime in action. She hurried over away from Abalam's act of rage, pulling out her communicator and tuning it to Cosgrove's channel. "Captain Cosgrove this is Commander Luando speaking. If you take any prisoners take them to the cell blocks," she ordered quietly. Ulaan didn't scream or cry, she took Abalam's intense beating without making herself look weak. She was fierce. Luando watched, this Grand Admiral was a broken man. She'd never seen hatred like this before.

To Be Continued...