The small Republic outpost located to the far north pole of Ord Mantell was officially called "Outpost Zeta", but the some 40 troopers that inhabited it had taken to calling it "Outpost Boredom." It had gained a reputation for being extremely boring and out of the way; in fact, the location had received so little notice and was considered so insignificant that it had, in fact, attracted the attention of the planet's government, who sent the conscripted children of politicians there for safe, easy service.
One of those children happened to be the 20 year old son of Ord Mantell's senator.
Ord Mantell's senator, also by chance, was extremely hated by a considerable number of his constituents.
Despite the close of the civil war on Ord Mantell, the hate continued. The action may have been suppressed, but the hate remained; it festered, it seethed, it writhed in forcibly restrained contempt.
"This is Shuttle Tydirium to Outpost Zeta, requesting access to land on-site."
One of the two troopers at the control station jumped up in his seat, awaking from his slumber. He looked around, confused at what was happening. His blonde companion rolled his eyes at him then moved to answer the hailing.
"Shuttle Tydirium, this is Outpost Zeta receiving your hail. On what business are you coming to visit us?"
"Surprise inspection. But, don't tell anybody; we want it to be a real surprise."
The previously sleeping trooper seemed taken aback by that, taking a sip of his caf. The blonde trooper raises a brow to his companion, then shrugs.
"Affirmative. Do you have the correct clearance code? We'll have to turn you back, if not."
The question is followed by some moments of silence before the screen in front of the troopers gives the all clear.
"Alright, you're all clear! Welcome to Outpost Zeta. Enjoy your stay!"
The Rendaran-class shuttle nestled itself down easily in front of the base. The base commander walked out, flanked by the two other ranking officers of the base, in full uniform. They stood fully at attention in front of the shuttle; strangely, the shuttle had landed facing the base... thus, the ship ramp faced away from the base.
The ramp lowered.
Down walked two men in standard issue Republic Trooper armor. One had two pistols on his hips; the other, a huge man himself, had a gigantic gun strapped to his own back. Both were helmeted.
They walked up to the base-officers and nodded at them. "Commander. Give us the tour."
They all entered the base together. The officers all exchanged uneasy looks with each other. "So... what rank are you, sir?"
"None of your damned business, commander. That's classified."
"Oh... understood, sir."
They arrived to the entrance of the building; the compound itself had a decent sized perimeter surrounded by a tall fence in a pentagon shape, with large automatic turrets on the corners and towers in between. In the center was the base, a large building with huge antennae on top of it.
The base commander walked up to a console, then typed in a few digits to enter; the door slid open.
Only for the three officers to receive gunshots to the back, their bodies sliding slowly to the ground. The 'troopers' entered the base.
There were two soldiers inside who had seen the shots, and they hastily drew their blaster pistols... but were gunned down before they could even raise them up.
The imposters split up from there, the smaller one going straight down the corridor as the huge one went door to door.
In the first door that the huge one entered was the bunk room; there were five off-duty troopers in there who had failed to notice the disturbance outside. As the door opened, they looked up in surprise to see the Wolf in sheep's clothing toss a thermal detonator; the Wolf quickly turned around and sealed the door behind him. Muffled screams were heard before a boom went off.
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