Star Wars: YIARA

Chapter Three: Diffusion

The City.
"Move into position! Be ready to fire! Callum, plant that final Concussion Imploder!" Mavral shouted as a soldier in black attire with white pouches assorted on his chest and thigh and even ankle with white gloves and a more modified gas mask sprinted past him with a bad of five pounds worth of Concussion Imploder in his hand as he sprinted up a stone stairwell in almost an alleyway of sorts in the city. Their drop ship had landed right in the center of the city as they took position. Mavral took the lead and lifted his blaster, pointing it upward on the stone pathways, searching for imperial officers who were scattering and evacuating. The streets were desolate and he made his way down the streets. The entire city had been ordered to be evacuated as he was followed by three more rebel soldiers with their blasters drawn.

"Brody!" He shouted, making hand signals to the three men, Brody, Malone, and Cavrium as they moved down the alleyway to his right.

He advanced forward and looked down his scope for a second as he saw an animal sprint across one alley into another. He turned and looked up to his left but only saw a large stone stairwell. He turned back straight ahead advancing. He moved clothes hanging on a line out of his face as he moved back forward again. The other men in his squad stayed behind, guarding the drop ship. Mavral listened to chatter in the streets and the sound of Imperial TIE fighters over head. The sound was eerie the way they screeched. He stared up trough a crack between the hutts and small homes that were literally compacted together and on top of one another. The alleyway was narrow and not much wider than him but he stared up, through a cable running across the top of the alleyway to the sun glaring down on top of him. He saw TIE fighters streaking in a line across the sun, followed by an Imperial drop ship following behind. Then, there was another line of TIE fighters once again leading what was almost another convoy of drop ships and TIE fighters. He quickly snatched up his walkie-talkie.

"Grida, Grida. Imperials are coming. Someone gave orders to act I repeat, someone gave the orders to act." Mavral shouted in his deep grizzly voice as the sound blaster fire started surrounding him as he heard the ships descending outside of the planet.

"Mavral be prepared to act! You have the REAL detonator correct!?" She shouted over her COMs.

"Correct, yes, that's correct Grida." Mavral said.

"Okay quick Mavral! Make your way back to the drop ship and fast! Be sure that the C4 gets planted and if they in fact are acting...then blow the scum away." Grida aka Yiara said, gnashing her teeth.

"Yes madam." He said kindly but efficiently.

"May the force be with you." She said.

"May the force be with you madam." He said as he turned off his communicator, slipping it back into his pocket as he turned and sprinted, shoving the clothes out of his way again as stormtroopers sprinted toward him.

"Shit." He said, pulling up his blaster and firing hard on the troopers.

He pelted the first in the chest, leaving black charred ash on his chest plate and fired again, hitting the next right in the head and the next directly through the heart. The fourth trooper fired at him wildly as he swung his forearm and large blaster back and he hit the soldier right in the jaw with the barrel of his blaster as the soldier dropped and he pulled up his blaster, pointing it directly at the stormtrooper. The bottom half of his helmet had been cracked. Blood filled his mouth. Mavral aimed his blaster at the soldier's head.

"Freeze!" He heard.

Mavral moved his head up slowly. Whitehall stood there with a blaster in her hand, pointed directly at him with four stormtroopers there with her.