Rescue from Morak:- A Star Wars Story( A Request by Dummy76)

[Stormtrooper1990]

This is second of my " The Mandalorian" shorts, requested by Dummy76. This story is based on the 8th episode of the second season, in which Din Djarin and former Imperial Mayfeld, infiltrate an Imperial refinery on Morag with support from Fennec Shand and Cara Doone, to find the local of Moth Gideon's light cruiser. Of course the mission is an success, but what if it got a little dicey. Here after Mayfeld shot his former superior, both he and the Mandalorian are overwhelmed by Imperials and captured, taken to the refineries brig. This leaves Fennec and Cara with no choice, they have to rescue the duo, disable the air defences and escape with the data. But first they need imperial disguises...



It had been nearly an hour, since the Mando and Mayfeld had infiltrated the Morak refinery in their stolen imperial juggernaut, disguised as shoretroopers fending off an assault by reavers, until the Imperials had unwittingly covered their retreat. Fennec could see the explosions from here, as phase one of their insane plan had worked to perfection, but that had been an hour ago and so far they had heard nothing. Fennec and former Alliance drop trooper Cara Doone, lay prone on their lookout overlooking the Imperial Refinery concealed by the dense jungle foliage, training their sniper blasters on the roof top. "I'am telling you, Cara. They have been too long, what if they have been made?" Fennec asked through her red helmet, still training her scope on the Imperial defenses on the rooftop. "You worry too much, Fennec. The Mando and I have gotten out of tougher situations, with way more Stormtroopers then this. Did he tell you, about Navarro?" Replied the strong heavily built former rebel dropper, her loose brown hair tied into a looser ponytail, as she glanced through her scope on the same scene. Fennec took her helmet off, revealing her high cheekbones hesrt shaped features and slanted brown eyes. Her black hair tied back into a short braided ponytail. " If it was just the Mando, I wouldn't worry but Mayfeld? The guys not exactly the most stable star in the galaxy." She said as she rubbed the back of her neck, with a gloved hand. " Good point, what if he got jumpy? Wanted to settled the score with Mando, over that prison ship fias- oh crap. Take a look, lower courtyard." Fennec trained the scope of her rifle down. " Oh, crap. I knew it. Those gung-ho idiots, I knew we should have been the ones to infiltrate the refinery." She sighed as she saw Din Djarin and Mayfeld, still dressed in their stolen imperial armour, being led away by four Stormtroopers. "This is what happens when we leave the planning to the men." Cara shook her head. "Well we cannot leave them down there. I don't want to have explain to Grogou that we left his dad to rot in an Imperial cell." Cara subconsciously rubbed her throat, remembering the last time she had pissed the little guy off. Fennec nodded. "Well since we are both wanted by the remnant, we need to hide our faces." Before she could elaborate they heard two female voices, garbled by their helmet vocabularies approaching from their rear. The two women quickly darted into the bushes, observing their uninvited guests. They were two female imperial shoretroopers. Their armour consisted of matching khaki armour plates on their torsos, arms, and legs with a helmet that resembled a scout troopers only khaki. Under their armour, they wore light green uniforms of matching jacket and trousers with black knee length leather boots. They held their standard E-11 blasters lazily at rest, as they trudged up the path. Fennec turned to Cara. " Here comes our uniforms, get ready and follow my lead." She took two of her throwing knives, and handed one to Cara. The rebel dropper looked dubious. Fennec smiled. " Don't worry, a swift stab to the back of the neck. Hardly any blood, the uniforms should be nice and clean." Cara raised her eyebrows. "You speaking from experience, Fennec?" The lithe assassin patted her shoulder. "It's been known to happen, why have you never stolen a uniform before?" Cara shook her head, as Fennec grinned together they crept up on the clueless troopers.



Shoretroopers TK-352 and TK-353, walked up the path of their assigned patrol route, quietly thanking the Imperial Quartermaster who had issued them their climate controlled armour. They often made jokes at the stormtroopers expense, as they were practically swimming in their body gloves reeking from excess sweat, not the Imperial Shoretrooper though. The two women had been ordered to patrol the cliffs overlooking the refinery, to guard against any possible reaver attacks. Honestly, thought TK-352 the pair wouldn't last five minutes if they were attacked by a vicious band of reavers, they would wind up with their heads spiked as hood ornaments on their speeders, but she kept the thought to herself. She turned to her friend, TK-353. " So what's the deal with these prisoners, eh. I heard they went from heroes to zeroes in 5 minutes?" 353 nodded. "Yep, they went into the mess hall. Accessed the Imperial Data-net, then they sat down with the Colonel." 352 smiled under her helmet. " Uh-huh. That hard ass, dyed in the wool fanatic?" 353 rested her blaster lazily on her shoulder. " Yeah, they sat down with down with him. Drinking real friendly like, until one of the troopers called him out. Apparently, they both served together pre-Endor and the trooper was holding a grudge over some people who died a while back. He whips out his blaster and smokes the Colonel point blank in the chest. Then he and his partner smokes three more of our guys, before they were stunned." 352 shook her head " So he just want postal? Killed the Colonel over a grudge. Well good for him. The times I wanted to blast the Sarlacc myself." 353 laughed into her vocabulator. " Well there was a queue forming, and the trooper got first dibs, lucky bastard." As they both laughed, the two women failed to register the two blades that had penetrated the back of of their necks. Their laughter was cut short, slumping dead into the arms of Fennec Shand and Cara Doone, as they were dragged into the dense jungle.



As they laid the dead Shoretroopers, on the jungle floor, they removed their helmets. " And I was expecting her to be ugly, she's not bad looking." Said Fennec as she appraised the dead woman below her. She was relatively young, about 23 if Fennec was any judge, with high cheekbones rounded features and almond shaped big brown eyes, with a supple tanned complexion. Her dark brown hair cut short in an imperial pixie cut. "Mines quite cute has well, take a look." Cara gestured to the shallow cheekbones, slightly squared features and big blue eyes of the dead Imperial framed by shoulder length blonde hair tied back into a small ponytail. "Ok let's get them stripped. The boys are not going to rescue themselves." As they started to remove the armour plates from the dead women, Cara stopped. " No way is she my size. How can I fit into that, she's two small." Fennec sighed as she removed the imperials boots. "Well dropper, you are going to have to suck it up. We don't have time to go traipsing around an Imperial base, looking for a woman that's your size. So get to stripping, or I will go on my own." Cara shrugged as she got back to stripping the dead trooper out of her uniform. They spent the rest of the time in silence, as Fennec unbuttoned the imperials jacket pulling it off her shoulders revealing a sheer white crop vest, that barely contained the dead troopers firm B-cup breasts, her nipples peaking through the thin fabric. After unbuttoning the dead imperials trousers, Fennec worked them off her hips and peeled them off her long tanned legs, exposing a matching pair of white sheer scanty panties. As they got dressed in their stolen armour, Fennec had to put up with further complaints from Cara. " Well, it's not as bad as I first thought. At least we shared the same hip size though." Cara said as she glanced down to the dead blonde imperial, clad only in her sheer white crop vest and scanty panties, her C-cup breasts straining under the thin fabric. She maneuvered herself in the armour. "It's a little tight across the chest." Fennec shot her a frustrated look, as the rebel dropper hand up her hands. " But it will do." Fennec put on her stolen helmet. "At least you can hide those tattoos of yours. I swear are all rebel droppers so sensitive?" Cara flashed her a grin before she donned her stolen helmet. " Alright, Fennec. We neutralise the anti air first, then we spring Din and Mayfeld." Fennec nodded under her helmet. "Glad you listened to the plan. Remember just act like a Stormtrooper. Dumb and regimented." The two women walked out of the bushes onto the path, leaving the dead underwear clad bodies of TK's 352 and 353 behind in the jungle.




Using their disguises, Fennec and Cara made their way to to the roof top. There were three heavy anti air lasers on the roof top, each manned by two black uniformed gunners each. The Shoretrooper sentries were too busy chatting with their backs to the gunner crews, to pay them any attention. " Ok we do this quietly, take out the six gunners with my blades, then the troopers. Plant the charges, and detonate them when we are clear with Din and Mayfeld." Cara nodded as they readied their blades. They quietly killed the first two, one man one woman, with swift stabs to the backs of their necks. After dragging them out of sight, they set the first charge. Using their disguises, they approached the second pair of gunners, two males. After disposing of them, they threw the corpses over the side into the ravine and set the second charges. As they approached the last pair of gunners, two women, they were addressed by one of them. " Hey, slow day right? Wait were is everyone?" Fennec smiled under her helmet. "They are on a break. Care to join them?" Before both imperials could react, they were stabbed through the throat by Cara and Fennec. They died quickly, as their bodies joined their colleagues in the ravine. After setting the charges on the last gun, they approached the two shoretroopers chatting at the edge of the rooftop. " Hey, our relief is not due for another couple of hours. What's the-- hey where the hell are the gunners?" Fennec and Cora smiled under helmets. " They are in the ravine. Do tell them we said hi." Using the troopers confusion, Fennec and Cara stabbed them both in their throats tossing their corpses into the ravine. Panting out of adrenaline, Fennec clamped her hand on Cara's shoulder. " That's the easy part. Now we have to spring the boys." They both fell into step, as they left the empty rooftop.




Lieutenant Vera Jacqs, stood bored at her control terminal, in the underground brig of the Morak refinery with only two stormtroopers and the prisoners. According to stormtrooper scuttlebutt, they both had snapped and killed a few officers in the mess hall after their heroics in bringing in the rhydonium ore. Vera wasn't really surprised, the reports of troopers flipping out and losing it post-endor were too common. At 25, she had been stationed at Morag for three years and had missed Endor, thank the Emperor. She was a looker with smooth cheekbones, angular features and doe shaped green eyes. Her long brown hair, tied into a ponytail. She was dressed in the all black uniform of a technician, and because of a lack of resources was assigned to to brig detail, something she had no experience of. As she rubbed the back of her thigh, with her leg she looked up to see two female shoretroopers enter the brig. "Aren't you supposed be on sentry duty? What are you doing down here?" The slightly lithe trooper on the left replied. " We have a prisoner transfer order. For the two prisoners, who were just brought in." Vera frowned as the two stormtroopers behind her turned to look, curiously. " Well, I wasn't notified. I will have to clear it." Before she could access her console, a sharp bladed object hit her in the throat. Vera fell down dead instantly, as the two stormtroopers were also downed before they could fire off a shot, thin throwing knives penetrating their throats. "Boring conservation anyway." Fennec quipped as she relaxed her throwing stance.



They both took off their helmets. " Bloody hell, Fennec you were quick. They didn't know what hit them." Said Cara as she observed the scene. Fennec walked over to the console. "Right, Din and Mayfeld are in cell 227. Go get them, I will be here." She said has she knelt by the dead Imperial officer, removing her knife from her throat. After a few minutes, Cara emerged with Din and Mayfeld. " Cara, Fennec. What the hell are you doing here?" Said the Mandalorian as he and Mayfeld fell into step in front of Fennec. Mayfeld snorted when she saw Cara in her stolen armour. " Isn't she a little large to be a stormtrooper" He laughed. Both women rolled their eyes. " Well there's gratitude for you. We are here to rescue you. So who was it who fired first." Mayfeld held up his hands. "Alright, it was my fault. Totally my bad. I hated the bastard, can we leave now." Fennec turned to Din. " You have the data, for Gideon's ship?" The Mandalorian nodded. " Yeah just don't ask were I put it. It will better for both of us." Cara put her helmet back on. " Fennec and I have wired the guns on the roof, you two just need to get dressed and we are home free." She gestured to the corpses of the stormtroopers. Din and Mayfeld swapped glances, with each other. " Great, more stormtrooper armour." The Mandalorian said as they approached the dead troopers.



After five minutes, the group now dressed as Imperial troopers walked out of the refinery, pretending to be on another patrol. They walked through throngs of busy troopers, technicians and refinery workers, all oblivious to their true mission. As they over looked the refinery, Fennec took out the detonator from her stolen uniform pocket. " Now all hell breaks loose." She said as she pressed the button. The three guns exploded in quick succession, sending Imperials running for cover. She turned to Cara. " Call Boba, tell him the skies are clear." As Cara called Boba Fett over the comlink, Fennec and Din went into the bushes to change back into their armour. Fennec couldn't suppress a smile as she saw the Mando, in his distinctive Beskar armour. The sigil of the mudhorn flashed proud on his right pauldron. After Cara had too changed out of her stolen armour, proudly displaying her tattoos which were just as distinctive as Din's Beskar, the unmistakable shape of Slave One descended in front of them. The four of them walked up the boarding ramp, Mayfeld tossing his stolen helmet to one side. " Bloody hate those things, can't see a thing. Hey, Fennec hand me that cyclier rifle, will you." Catching his thread, she handed him the rifle. She watched as the former Imperial Sharpshooter, lined up a shot to the back of a juggernaut. It's cargo compartment packed with unprocessed Rhydonium. He fired a single shot, causing the front of the refinery to erupt in a huge fire ball. Fennec looked on impressed with his eye. "Thanks for the rescue." He said as he handed the rifle back to her. Smiling they both walked away from the boarding ramp, as Slave one rose into the clouds. Away from the devastation.

[dummy76]

way way better than the one i saw: this should be the official version

[Stormtrooper1990]

way way better than the one i saw: this should be the official version

Thanks, Dummy.

I'am glad you enjoyed it. I agree it should be.

I really enjoyed writing it through Fennec's perspective, as she is my third favourite female character after Bo, and the forge maiden.

Don't get me wrong I love a good shoot out, like the next guy. But I prefer cloak and dagger wetwork like Fennec and Cara showed here.