Arms trough the galaxy

This continuos back and forth continued for two more days before they finally decide to launch a decisive assault on us, about 200 members, if not more, of the Black Sun aboard they're speeders launch themselves againts our walls and doors, but this two days we prepare a couple of surprise for them. The first one being a couple of Stokes Mortar (3-inch) place in the center of the town ready to fire the battle begin and are within range.

"Fire at will"

What follow was completely diferent from the previous days scenes, machigun and rifle bullets tear apart the speeder bikes riders and killed a few of the man not hiden in the insides of the Ubrikkian Sail Barge. But they couldn't ram in the walls so they're best option was to use them as protection to disembark, create an opening and assault in full force. From above me I could hear the passing of the mortar shells, this was pure carnage, every time a shell explode it either blow apart the person or the sharpnel injured them. Finally the speeder were force to stop at about 20 meters from the walls and men began to land and run toward the doors. The first of them took the brunt of our fire but as more and more keep comming we began to feel the pressure, there where not enough bullets for all of them. My focus was concentrated on the right side, my trusted MP-28 on my shoulder and in my hands a Lewis Light machine gun the magazine almost dry once more, this was already the fourth magazine, the situation was spiraling out of control and our loses were begining to pile up. Force with only one option I decide to take.

"Retreat to the second line of defense, retreat" After ordering the retreat I shot an orange flare to the sky.

Meanwhile on the mortar site the militia men were constanly firing the proyectiles toward the enemies, they're orders clear, keep firing intermittently to the door direction with HE shells, but after a few more minutes of shelling an orange flare rose up in the sky. Seeing the flare the commander quickly issued orders.

"Stop the shelling, be ready for cover fire at my order, lower the mortar 0.18 same conditions as before, constant fire. Fire!"

Back at the gate, the doors had finally been breach and enemies were pouring from the outside and the battle has turn to a more CQC role, rifles and longer blaster had been relegate to a more secundary role, thanks to the previous preparations small squad of militia men were equiped with a variety of submachine guns but the most common was the MP-28, these militia men were less focus in accuracy and more in gaining any type of advantage at close range, they were also equiped with C96 with an extended butt, Mk2 grenades and cold weapons, from trench knives to maces, in other words a less trained version of stormtroopers.

Obviously right now they weren't engaging the enemy but rather fleeing to the second line of defense and the enemy close to their positions when suddenly a deafening boom came from their back, it was the mortar fire, and the mercenaries seeing no better options abandon the persuit and focus more on taking cover inside the houses or even retreating, but this did not mean that they escape the first explosion from the mortars, at least 20 of them perish in that first explosion.

After reaching the second line of defense, consisting of houses and barricades, less solid than the firstline but not by much. There were three clear ways to get to the center of the town from the door, of the three two were completely block and guard from both sides of the street and the last one was transform into a chokepoint, if anyone or anything try to pass it would be meet by heavy fire. Also after loosing the first line of defense the mercenaries didn't launch anymore attack, so we decide to use psycological warfare, in the middle of the night or at rest hours we launch a couple of shells in their lines to keep them from sleeping, this continued for another four days with neither side taking the initiative to push for ground, and the numbers also weren't in our favor, we have lost aroud 30 militia men (A.N: With this I refer to man, woman and elderly that can fight) and even though we have inflict them heavier casualties than our own we don't have the exact number of deaths, but the time was against them, at this point all of Tatooine must know what is happening here and if I was Jabba and a large number of my competitors were to leave their territory undefend, well you have already give a silver spoon place it in my hand and serve me the meal. The number of men lost here will surely not be replenish anytime soon and they only have two choices mutual destruction or a tactical retreat under some terms, I'm fine with either of them because they can't make the first one a reality and in the second one I put the terms not them.

And I hit the nail on the head, the next day a messenger came with the terms of surrender, and I gracelly let him keep his life. These attemps at negotiation were follow by an attempt to take our position but different from the first line of deffense, here we knew the street, corridors and alleys they didn't, and to make matters worse for them we had heavy machine guns now, with belts of over 250 rounds, light machine guns and submachineguns. Not a single try work for them and finally after the fith day since the take of the first line of defense they retreat leaving behind their deaths, but I prefer to not take matters lightly and order for them to not relax their vigilance. After hours and without any movement I decide to take a squad of semi-stormtroopers to clean that part of the city, building by building the only thing that we sometime found were some wounded which we put out of comision for good and so after hours of makings sure that everything was clean we finally could take our deaths, bury them or burn them and have a good night of rest, but in the back of my head I knew that this was only the beggining for ourselve because soon I was sure that Jabba will be here and he will demand something for sure, but I refused to back down even if it lead to my death.