22nd Regiment: False Flag
22nd Republic Clone Commando Regiment
False Flag
TC-1979, known casually as Top was the highest ranking clone in the 22nd Regiment. He was the Regiment. While Jedi had lead most of the GAR's forces early in the war, as attrition wore down the number of Jedi able to take command roles those positions were taken by both natural-born and clone officers. And if the truth be told, it was probably for the best. While the Jedi were formidable warriors, always dedicated to doing what was right, they weren't generals.
Top, on the other hand, had been trained since childhood by career soldiers from all ranks. He neither liked nor disliked his position. It was what he was made for. But it didn't make it any easier sending brothers out on missions knowing that some wouldn't be coming back, and being the head of a commando regiment, the missions they got were amongst the hardest, the dirtiest, and the darkest.
Like this one.
Karfeddion, Senex-Juvex Sector. The Second Year of the Clone Wars
0125hrs (local time)
A dark form glided silently across the moonlit gravel garden; millions of small pebbles swept into rows and spirals. At once both a work of art and the simplest of intruder alarms. It was impossible to cross the stone garden surrounding the governor's mansion without both making noise and leaving telltale tracks. Yet the armour-clad figure had crossed it unnoticed.
Flattening himself against the mansion wall he brought up his rifle; a bulky BAW E7 blaster and motioned to his squad mates at the outer wall. And one by one the other members of the squad silently crossed the garden, taking up positions around the first intruder. Quiet, professional, one covered the building's wall in each direction while another watched the garden and outer wall and the first knelt by a plant pot and extracted a small package from his tan webbing: a Sheer Silence Bubble generator and commtrigger. After switching the commtrigger on and testing its power, he carefully concealed it behind the plant pot at the base of the mansion wall.
his Jabiimi accent came over the small squad's commnet."Set,"
Next he readied his spike-launcher. They had to move quickly; a pair of guards patrolled the outer wall every five minutes. In addition the white building was in stark contrast to the dull metal plated armour and red tabards of the four Jabiimi Nimbus commandoes.
The grapnel dart sunk itself into the underside of the fourth-floor balcony directly above them and the first Nimbus commando began to ascend. His repulsor boots, which had allowed him to silently and without trace cross the intricately patterned gravel-garden, also enabled him to scale the wall soundlessly with his feet cushioned a centimetre from the white permacrete itself.
Reaching the second storey he had to angle his boots and carefully move left round a large transparisteel window. When the repulsor boots were flat against a vertical surface it was difficult enough getting traction, but this was a true challenge. Sweat beaded on the man's head inside his grey peaked helmet, its red visor and HUD bathing his face in a sanguine glow.
Slowly but steadily he made it past the window and up to the third floor window. Still all was quiet, no sound from within the house, the occasional hoot of nocturnal avians in the surrounding forests...and the sound of the two guards making their way along the perimeter wall's walkway.
Moving up and alongside the window the first Nimbus commando slowly peeked through the transparisteel. Inside was a corridor running left-to-right; east to west on the construction bluefiles of the mansion he had memorised in their briefing. A turbolift at the west end, and at the east the corridor followed the wall round to the north.
If they haven't changed anything since the place was constructed, he thought to himself. He was now in the shadow of the fourth-floor balcony and some five meters above the other three CIS commandoes. His rifle was slung across his back; not easy to get to in an emergency but it prevented the weapon accidentally banging against the mansion wall and potentially compromising the whole op. Still, he had a blaster pistol holstered at his thigh, though if the guards on the wall spotted him he'd be relying on the rest of his squad to take them out.
He carefully extracted a vibrosaw from his webbing. Another thing he had made a mental note of on from the construction plans: the transparisteel windows of the governor's mansion were micro-thin, triple-glazed and rated to withstand cannon fire...the putty the windows were held in with however, was not quite so resilient.
The two perimeter guards then came into view; clad in black blast vests and helmets over House Vandron colours, Merr-Sonn rifles hanging from slings at their sides. The dangling commando watched as two of his three squad mates beneath him tracked the guards with their own BAW E7s while the third kept watch for other threats.
He kept the vibrosaw in hand and unpowered as the two guards patrolled past oblivious to his presence, their attention focused more on the hip flask they passed back and forth.
Turning back to the window he inserted the small circular saw into the flaky, decades-old putty and finally turned it on. The small saw began to turn and a pipe attached to it sucked up the dust as the commando carefully moved the saw round the window. No trace of infiltration.
The tiny saw's whine was largely muffled by the putty itself but still it sounded deafening to the commando as he hung suspended by a slender thread.
Eventually the saw had cut round the transparisteel sheet. He stowed the tool away again and, attaching suction cups to the transparisteel, he checked through once more for any movement within. Satisfied, he slowly eased the sheet out of its mounting, clamped it to the underside of the balcony above and slipped through the opening.
He immediately dropped into a crouch, his boots keeping him above the deep-pile blue carpet, his rifle up and scanning the barely-lit corridor. Though he had entered almost silently, the change in air pressure caused by opening a door or window could disturb a sleeper, so he paused, quickly familiarising himself with the sounds of the house, and checked his surroundings. Though only a little moonlight got in through the windows, it was clear as day through the Nimbus commando's HUD...if red-tinged.
He moved to one side as the other three members of the CIS special-forces unit climbed up. The last commando brought up the monofilament grapnel line with him and fitted the transparisteel window back in place."Clear."
The first commando lead the squad along the corridor west to the turbolift, two commandoes on each side of the corridor, the rearmost stalking backwards to cover their tails.
At the turbolift the lead Nimbus pulled a small aerosol from his webbing and gently sprayed it over the keypad. The spray's luminous green powder reacted with moisture on the four keys that had most recently been touched. But in what order?
While the other commandoes waited he gently pressed the four keys with a repulsor stylus.
Governor's D.O.B.
The lift arrived and opened as the green glow on the keys was already fading and the four commandoes piled in.
As soon as the last was in the doors closed and, after checking the lift for cameras he lifted his helmet to reveal the sweaty face of Jango Fett.
"Fierfek, Pawn! Could you've taken any longer on that entry?"
END OF PART ONE
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but anyway, I have more Alpha-squad stuff on the way.
Jez Kal'am in IAOP Order of Destruction.
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