Project Boussh: Silly Squadron by Unidentified The following logfile appeared mysteriously in Terra Group's official archives shortly following the end of Project Boussh. All involved in the alleged incident vehemently deny its contents. No being has stepped forward to claim responsibility for it. The author remains unknown. -- "Terra Group, this is Rogue Lead. We have walkers incoming. Repeat, we have walkers incoming. All pilots, scramble. All pilots, scramble." Sci hissed in irritation. The Empire was attacking! Everything he'd worked for these last years was about to come crashing down around his ears. He had only choice left to him. He stepped out of his ooglith cloaker. The cloaker settled at his feet as Sci ran his mangled hands over his scarred face. It felt so good to experience the sensation of air brushing against his true face. Sci Domain Fan Tasee rummaged through his room for his amphistaff. He would destroy the hated metal walkers. And when the enemy were defeated, he would return to his mission. -- The pair of Ewoks advanced through the undergrowth, blasters in hand. One wore a stormtrooper helmet several sizes too big. They yubbed to each other as they saw a walker approaching them. "Yub yub, Nick," the one in the stormtrooper helmet said. "Nerga Josh thwupt," the other replied. They ran at the walker. The Ewok with the stormtrooper helmet grabbed a lightsaber from its waist and started whacking the walker with it. The other fired random shots at nearby stormtroopers. -- Brad stalked the battlefield. Where he went, stormtroopers died. He was cybered to the max, chromed death. His ShadowHunter eyes detected stormtroopers hundreds of meters away. His CyberTail and Kid Stealth legs allowed him to move with shocking speed and agility. His dermal armour plating protected him from the occasional lucky blaster shot. He carried a weapon so big it had an integral repulsorlift. A massive assault cannon with SmartLink III, auxiliary missile launcher, and CD player. "La la la la la," he sung, in a high-pitched, squeaky voice. The munchkin was all of three feet tall. -- "I don't like you!" Vickie screamed at the stormtrooper as she clutched her Core Rules book. "There is no emotion; there is peace - you meany head!" She ran at the stormtrooper and cut it in half with her lightsaber. "That's the last course of action a Jedi must take-" here she was interrupted by the appearance of another stormtrooper, who was quickly disembowelled. "Oh drats," she muttered. -- Death was in the air. The stormtroopers could hear it. And it sounded like MIDI. Soon reports were firing up and down the line as stormtroopers reported hearing strange, 8-bit music, then nothing. As Mike killed another stormtrooper, he hummed absently, and the Force pushed it... -- Emily thumped through the undergrowth. A stormtrooper drew a bead on her but the sight of Emily's youthful, innocent eyes caused him to sniffle. Then she shot him. -- Sci finally found a walker. Unfortunately, it had also found him. He ran towards it spinning his amphistaff. The walker pointed its blaster cannons at him, fired, and then went off in search of a new target. -- Josh finally succeeded in bashing the foot of the walker in with the handle of his lightsaber. He and Nick exchanged Ewok high-fives as several new people burst into the clearing. Brad entered and sized up the walker. He debated stealing it then decided it wasn't worth it, even though he had plenty of points in his default Walker Repair skill. Vickie entered, sobbing, and started hurling abuse at the downed walker, citing the Core Rulebook. Majick filled the air with cheesy MIDI music as he wandered in. Emily entered and everybody felt older, except for Brad, who was too munchkin to think about Age, as it had no bearing on his ability to kapow NPCs. "Abuwwa negawa," Josh said. Everybody laughed at the joke. Majick looked at Brad. "Aren't you elsewhere?" Brad shook his head and spoke in his distinctively high pitched voice. "Naah, it's okay, I bought the GM's pizza, my Dependant isn't going to get hurt." Majick nodded. A particulary cheesy MIDI strain broke out.