originally posted in:The New Dojo
One Stormtrooper came out of the woods, hands up in the air.
"Sir...our leader is above you. She has weapons ready to take out your entire fleet. You can't take down the entire Empire, Rebel scum." The soldier had told him, activating something on his belt...which were multiple detonators, as he charged at the general.
"FOR THE EMPIRE!" He yelled.
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Terram made a small flick of his wrist, and an earthen fist pillar shot out from the ground, slamming into the suicide bomber and causing him to explode in himself and the fist of compacted dirt and rock. T: "Their general isn't here. My guess is that they came from some sort of spacecraft up above. Platoon 4, ETA?" F: "ETA 9 seconds." Moments later, a soft whistling could be heard from the sky as people dropped from seemingly nowhere. They landed on the TIE fighters, using rather literal, explosive melee to smash them down onto the ground. T: "Platoon 2, feel free to move in now. Take as many people captive as possible." The Weavers surrounding the village moved in, shooting down the troopers they had to, and cuffing the ones they were able to with magically reinforced cuffs–more MageTech™ goods.
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They caught 16 Stormtroopers in total, and most likely slaughtered everyone else. There was that shuttle they left behind from earlier... perhaps that may lay some clues....
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"Sir, there's a shuttle nearby that looks foreign and still rather intact." "Spéroe, investigate it." "Yessir. I want ten men standing guard outside it." "Sir!" Spéroe and a few others from platoon 7 mobilized, as the seventh platoon's Colonel entered the shuttle, his modified AR-15 loaded and at the ready. Meanwhile, platoon 4 had rounded up the captured Storm Troopers and thrown them into a pile at the center of the village.
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The shuttle seemed to be a transport shuttle by the looks of it, and, depending on how technologically advanced the Fate Weavers were, looked highly advanced in soem type of tech. Space tech, to be exact. Nearby, someone began barking questions at some sort of comm in the cockpit. "Anybody, report; we've heard gunfire near your position; what's going on down there?!" Someone asked.