IC: Romeyn Oakes Geonosis Canyon Range The sounds of the undead faded and their battle with the stormtroopers disappeared as the trio progressed toward the landing spot where the Blue Mynock was parked. Oakes had little time to think of anything other than revenge against those who had sent them on this foolish mission into the depths of Geonosis. His concentration on the crew of the Duraless was broken by the distinct sound of Imperial speeder bikes heading their way. Looking ahead, Oakes could see the dust trails kicked up by the speeder bikes. Readying his blaster carbine, Romeyn expected a confrontation and was disappointed when he would not get it as the speeder bikes flew by them to help their beleaguered comrades out on the line. Probably radioed us in anyway. Great Romeyn thought as the trio trudged forward through the sand, wind, and other miserable conditions of Geonosis toward their salvation. Surmounting a summit in the trail, Oakes looked down at the Blue Mynock and was surprised to see an Imperial-Lambda class shuttle resting gently next to their escape and four stormtroopers. "Halt!" A voice called out from one of the white helmeted demons. The commander, you go down first. Oakes thought as he turned to look at Striker who had been right beside him a moment ago. Now, the Captain was charging head long into the enemy, slug thrower blazing, shots finding their mark. Rage boiled up in Romeyn Oakes. Rage that he had suppressed the entire time they had slogged their way through the hell of the Geonosian tunnels. There was no way he was about to let the Captain be cut down by a bunch of Imperial lackeys. Not if I have anything to say about it. Oakes thought as he clasped his blaster carbine tightly in his hands and raced forward toward the landing pad and the Imperial stormtroopers whose attention was fixed on Striker. One of the stormtroopers was within arm's reach, busily trying to shoot Striker down. Getting a firm grip on the white armor, not an easy task, Oakes spun the soldier around and jammed his blaster carbine into the gut of offending person and pulled the trigger. A wisp of crimson shot out the back of the soldier as the blaster carbine wreaked havoc on the man's insides, doubling what remained of his center over onto the ground, dead as dead could be. The other stormtroopers had noticed him now and had just begun to raise their blaster rifles to take care of him. Sithspit Romeyn thought as he realized he had put himself into a very vulnerable position. Tag: Grey, Ktala, Sarge OOC: Many heartfelt thanks to those who voted me one of the best RPers of Autum 2010. What a surprise. I had no idea, really, and greatly appreciate being able to craft my creative side in this wonderful community. A writer is only as good as the story he creates and I feel that this story would not be half as powerful or epic without Sarge 221's guidance and the wonderful additions of every Rper here, especially Ktala and GreyJedi. Thank you so very much. I am truly humbled and shocked.