Corellia
Southern Hemisphere
The locator in the cockpit was counting down the kilometers rapidly as they approached the reported site of the old Alderaan Royal Engineers research facility. Hopefully it would actually be here. The last three reported sites had been nothing but destroyed warehouses, looted long ago for their material. But those had been hidden nowhere near as well as this site, so with any luck they would actually hit paydirt. But Zekk wasn't counting on it.With one last move to the starboard side they slipped out of the canyons and into large bowl, ringed on all sides by high stone walls at least 3 kilometers high. In the middle of the bowl sat a complex. It consisted of several long buildings made out of a dull grey metal that seemed to squat close to the red stone they sat on. They were connected to each other by a complicated series of skywalks and covered tunnels. A preliminary scan noted that the buildings were mostly intact. A few bays had collapsed but otherwise it was remarkably well preserved after after almost 150 years.
"Get me a landing pad, D4. The sooner we're out of here the better." Another trill, another grunt. Silent reigned again for the next few minutes while they moved in to a landing pad and the freighter bumped slightly as they set down. Zekk stood and stretched his back before patting the droid gently on the dome. "Keep this thing ready to go. The things I've heard about the ARE we might be running out under fire." He moved out of the cockpit and stopped in front of the locker that sat outside the hatch. His hands moved quickly and with a practiced ease as he strapped on a flexible chest plate, a slicing gauntlet, his gunbelt and two bandoliers, and slid his Bryar Pistols into the well worn holsters. His E-11s fit into its carrying straps across his back, and he slid a cut off scatter gun onto clips placed along the small of his back. His rebreather slipped into its pouch, and the rest were filled with various accessories of his trade. A dozen magnetic grenades sat along his left hand side, and a miniaturized grapple gun hung below it. The last piece were his long leather duster and his wide brim leather hat that was broken in perfectly to his head.
With his kit in place he moved into the bay onto a catwalk above where a dozen Mon Cal moved about. He looked out over the bay and after moment clanged his gauntlet on the railing. After a moment they looked up at him and he opened his mouth to speak. He hated this, but they were a necessity.
"My name is Zekk Krieg, and I am a Sector Ranger. That means I'm in charge of this operation. You will do what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it. My job is to keep you alive, and I intend to fulfill that job. We have landed in unknown territory, and everything outside of that door is presumed to be a threat until proven otherwise. According to scans we have 4 surface buildings to check, and then we have detected a large power signature in a what appears to be a shielded bunker 100 meters undeground. I've uploaded what we believe to be schematics to your HUD. You'll also notice an add on. It's biomonitor. It'll allow me to keep track of you and whether or not you meet your fate here." He placed his hands on the handrails for the ssteep ladder that led to the catwalk and slid down them to where his feet encountered the metal deck.
He strode across to the ramp and slammed his hand onto the open control. Steam hissed from the hydraulics as the large ramp lowered to the solid metal landing bay. A quick turn to face the Mon Cal followed. "Stick close. I don't know what's out here waiting for us." Another turn and he walked down the ramp with sure, even strides into the darkness that awaited them.
@Fine Dining Set
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