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A Call to Chaos - AD Pickled Yoda
The Monks
High Monk Pickled Yoda, Odin Squadron Commander
High Monk JoeyC , Asp Squadron Commander
High Monk Vladet Xavier, Crusader Squadron Commander
High Monk Trent, Vortex Squadron Commander
High Monk Choosh, Phoenix Squadron Commander
Etc
It's a period of relative peace in the Emperor's Hammer. Except, that is, for two groups of individuals who seem hell-bent on wreaking havoc on those around them.
The first group calls itself the Grey Wolf Secret Order of Monks, or GWSOoM. They are a collection of ASF reprobates who take pleasure in making their superiors bang their heads into walls to escape their antics. In particular are their leaders, the so called 'High Monks'. They are as follows (extracts taken from their Security Office files)
High Monk Joey "Ace Ventura" C, HCI file #192883
High Monk Pickled "Gangrene" Yoda, HCI file #183827
High Monk Vladet "Dark Knight" Xavier, HCI file #127368
High Monk Choosh "Scriptm3ister" HCI file #192780
High Monk Tk-6686 “Trent” HCI files #196686
The second group is a 'One-man-army'. This is, of course, General Drake. (HCI file #1) These two groups have single-handedly caused more chaos inside the Emperor's Hammer than the fabled 'Snij Clones' or 'Wil Striker Thesis/Reports'. This was the reason that prompted a Combined Arms raid by Intel and Hammers Fist….
which led to the capture of the two parties and their vessels. But instead of being booted out of an airlock, GA Ronin took pity and found something for these two groups to do that would benefit both parties...
1
“Sir?”
Grand Admiral Ronin looked up at his communications officer, who had evidently just got some news. “Yes, Lieutenant?”
“Sir, Agent Harlequin has reported that everything is in place and that the broadcasting station is surrounded.”
“And what of our little operation on the Grey Wolf?”
“Agent Winters awaits your command, Admiral.”
“Excellent. They may commence.”
The last Chiss Grand Admiral sat back in his chair, deep in thought. Another successful operation would soon make the Emperor's Hammer a safer place. And yet, what should happen to those rebellious individuals. Surely they were just releasing their pent up energy, with no one to fight.
Ronin smiled. He had just the thing for them.
* * *
Five figures huddled around a sabacc table, playing cards and handing over their money. Suddenly, the door burst open and a squad of elite Hammer’s Fist soldiers rushed into the room, Blastech E-11 rifles at the ready. The leader, Sergeant Davik, addressed the card players.
“Get up slowly. You are under arrest and will be taken to the Victory Star Destroyer Stalwart until your trial.”
Suddenly, Davik realized that no-one had so much as acknowledged their presence. He tapped one of the gamblers….and his hand passed straight through. It was a hologram!
“Damn it! They aren’t here. Call Winters and request backup for a search!”
* * *
Not far away, five real people, all robed in Monk fashion, were watching a live feed from a security camera. They were laughing and grinning inanely.
One of them, Captain JoeyC, was feeling particularly pleased. “I TOLD you that Khadgar was looking far too happy this morning. He kept looking at us and smiling. He hasn’t even talked to us since the Motti incident.”
Seated next to him, Major Pickled Yoda had to acknowledge that Joey had actually done something right for once. “Nice work, reprobate. Those are nice holograms. Your work, Choosh?”
The second smallest Monk after Yoda, Choosh was an Ewok. His past was shrouded in some mystery, as no one really understood how an Ewok could speak Basic, much less fly or code like Choosh could. “Of course it is. That particular system has been in for a while, actually.”
“Hey look, they’re moving out.” Vladet was looking at the monitor. “Have they given up already?”
“Hardly. They must be searching for us. We better find a place to hide.” Captain Trent, the Monk most proficient in small arms, was facing away from the door. He frowned. “What’s the matter guys?”
The other monks looked grim and Yoda pointed behind Trent. A squad of stormtroopers had their guns pointed directly at the five High Monks. Sergeant Davik poked Trent to make sure that he was real, and then grinned. “It is too late to hide now, Trent.”
The muzzle of a storm trooper’s rifle was the last thing that Joey saw before everything went black.
2
“Whaaa?” Joey groaned. “Where am I?”
“Beats me. So they got you as well, eh?”
Joey slowly opened his eyes and looked at the person who had just spoken to him. “Drake?”
“Who else? I got captured by Intel when they found my pirated radio station. You?”
“We got captured because of … a lot of things.” The door opened and a squad of stormtroopers came in and grabbed each of the cell’s occupants.
“Now I guess we finally get trialed.”
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