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"Steady your breathing," Jay repeated to himself for the third time.
Whest flipped through the diagnostics of his MK-420 blaster carbine; the weapon had already been thoroughly checked, but the habit harmed no one and gave the young officer something to do. Jay glanced around the cargo hold of the medium sized frigate. The vessel, modified specifically for S.O.L.A.G. and officially christened Wendigo, lumbered on. The ship had been formerly registered to the Black Sun before being acquisitioned for Republic Commando purposes.
Jay let out a deep breath, sucking in the stale air, before enclosing himself in his helmet. His blue painted helmet covered his face, and he watched the rest of his unit similarly enclose themselves in their full suits of armor. The Republic SOLAG unit had been ordered on a secret mission; their operation, entitled 'Care Package,' was especially high priority, bringing with it the Commandoes' Alpha 10 commanding officer. The elite soldiers were tasked with inserting into Hutt supply ships, commandeering them, sabotaging the contents, and delivering them to redistribution stations.
Two squads of troopers had been assigned to the mission, Groups Morbid and Decay respectively. Jay, as a relatively high ranking tactical specialist classified as B8, was in command of Morbid while their commanding officer led Decay. Jay and his unit would move in first, inserting and clearing the way for the following squad. Jay had been chosen as a squad leader not only for his prowess at squad based tactics but for a natural ability at close combat fighting, something that would come in handy in the close quarters the squad would be experiencing in point. Whest looked to his left, and was reassured by the sight of C7 Ilbert Baker. The man had a reputation as a highly qualified infantry soldier, and specialized in boarding actions. Having this experienced soul backing up the green officer was a comfort.
Jay blinked as he read the statement that appeared on his HUD from the bridge. He opened his mouth to speak over the squad synchronized comm channel. "Morbid group, prepare to insert, mark 3 minutes. Wendigo is moving in to dock." Jay glanced around the helmeted faces of his allies. They were a formidable sight, he realized, in the dark of the bay. Eye lights glowed, and their intimidating looks could only aid them. He trusted that all members of the group remembered the plan to its fullest extent.
The Hutts had been contacted by two Black Sun vessels, both commanded by SOLAG personnel, and offered an escort for no charge due to a mishap in a slave trade gone bad not long ago. Command has assured the teams that they would accept, as most Captains were fearful of their lives along the treacherous hyperspace lines anyhow. Once the crews launched off at sublight, before jumping to hyperspace, the Wendigo was to dock with the Hutts vessels, and secondly the Commander's vessel after Group Morbid cleared the way.
Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, Jay had heard word from the pilots of the vessel that the Hutts were preparing to jump to hyperspace. The Wendigo immediately began docking processes, complaining of a slight engine malfunction. Jay sounded off a ready check. "All units, check in," he called, his voice echoing through each of his men's helmets. He listened intently as the men's voices rattled into his ears.
Jay's squad had been handpicked for the mission; not including himself, there were two B-classified officers, ranked 2 and 5 respectively, one specialized in piloting and the other in electric counter measures for jamming and hacking. The other seven members of the team were combat specialists, mostly C classified, trained in boarding tactics and close quarters combat. Jay checked his carbine, appreciating it's small size in the confined quarters he knew were soon to arrive. Onto the gun he had attached a 15 inch bayonet, and he intended to use it if necessary. Also equipped on his belt were his Kooper Tactical and Utility knife, nicknamed by himself the 'Baconmaker' for its curved and deadly sharp blade. He was ready to draw the blade and go melee if necessary, and also kept the ejectable vibroblade in his gauntlet ready. Whest drew his dual T4 heavy blaster pistols to once again check their fully charged power packs. As he returned them back to their holsters he watched as a one minute timer appeared on his HUD's right screen.
"All up," he said calmly, attempting to project an aura of confidence through his voice as he stood. Jay moved to occupy the point position of the unit, placing the specialists towards the back in a practiced motion. The men had been through the motions before, Whest knew. Jay had insisted upon taking the point position in their practice sessions, preferring to lead by example no matter the risk. Jay turned to C7 Baker, who was preparing himself besides the squad leader. "Let's rock and roll," he quipped to the hardened soldier.
"A10 Veln, this is B8 Whest, preparing to roll out. See you on the bridge, sir," he said as calmly as he could muster. Jay brought his carbine up to bear, the extended stock resting assuredly at his shoulder. His eye wandered to the countdown, and he felt the frigate shake as they docked.
3, 2, 1...
The door opened with a flash of light, and Jay glanced intently down the iron sights of his carbine for the first victim of their infiltration.
Whest flipped through the diagnostics of his MK-420 blaster carbine; the weapon had already been thoroughly checked, but the habit harmed no one and gave the young officer something to do. Jay glanced around the cargo hold of the medium sized frigate. The vessel, modified specifically for S.O.L.A.G. and officially christened Wendigo, lumbered on. The ship had been formerly registered to the Black Sun before being acquisitioned for Republic Commando purposes.
Jay let out a deep breath, sucking in the stale air, before enclosing himself in his helmet. His blue painted helmet covered his face, and he watched the rest of his unit similarly enclose themselves in their full suits of armor. The Republic SOLAG unit had been ordered on a secret mission; their operation, entitled 'Care Package,' was especially high priority, bringing with it the Commandoes' Alpha 10 commanding officer. The elite soldiers were tasked with inserting into Hutt supply ships, commandeering them, sabotaging the contents, and delivering them to redistribution stations.
Two squads of troopers had been assigned to the mission, Groups Morbid and Decay respectively. Jay, as a relatively high ranking tactical specialist classified as B8, was in command of Morbid while their commanding officer led Decay. Jay and his unit would move in first, inserting and clearing the way for the following squad. Jay had been chosen as a squad leader not only for his prowess at squad based tactics but for a natural ability at close combat fighting, something that would come in handy in the close quarters the squad would be experiencing in point. Whest looked to his left, and was reassured by the sight of C7 Ilbert Baker. The man had a reputation as a highly qualified infantry soldier, and specialized in boarding actions. Having this experienced soul backing up the green officer was a comfort.
Jay blinked as he read the statement that appeared on his HUD from the bridge. He opened his mouth to speak over the squad synchronized comm channel. "Morbid group, prepare to insert, mark 3 minutes. Wendigo is moving in to dock." Jay glanced around the helmeted faces of his allies. They were a formidable sight, he realized, in the dark of the bay. Eye lights glowed, and their intimidating looks could only aid them. He trusted that all members of the group remembered the plan to its fullest extent.
The Hutts had been contacted by two Black Sun vessels, both commanded by SOLAG personnel, and offered an escort for no charge due to a mishap in a slave trade gone bad not long ago. Command has assured the teams that they would accept, as most Captains were fearful of their lives along the treacherous hyperspace lines anyhow. Once the crews launched off at sublight, before jumping to hyperspace, the Wendigo was to dock with the Hutts vessels, and secondly the Commander's vessel after Group Morbid cleared the way.
Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, Jay had heard word from the pilots of the vessel that the Hutts were preparing to jump to hyperspace. The Wendigo immediately began docking processes, complaining of a slight engine malfunction. Jay sounded off a ready check. "All units, check in," he called, his voice echoing through each of his men's helmets. He listened intently as the men's voices rattled into his ears.
Jay's squad had been handpicked for the mission; not including himself, there were two B-classified officers, ranked 2 and 5 respectively, one specialized in piloting and the other in electric counter measures for jamming and hacking. The other seven members of the team were combat specialists, mostly C classified, trained in boarding tactics and close quarters combat. Jay checked his carbine, appreciating it's small size in the confined quarters he knew were soon to arrive. Onto the gun he had attached a 15 inch bayonet, and he intended to use it if necessary. Also equipped on his belt were his Kooper Tactical and Utility knife, nicknamed by himself the 'Baconmaker' for its curved and deadly sharp blade. He was ready to draw the blade and go melee if necessary, and also kept the ejectable vibroblade in his gauntlet ready. Whest drew his dual T4 heavy blaster pistols to once again check their fully charged power packs. As he returned them back to their holsters he watched as a one minute timer appeared on his HUD's right screen.
"All up," he said calmly, attempting to project an aura of confidence through his voice as he stood. Jay moved to occupy the point position of the unit, placing the specialists towards the back in a practiced motion. The men had been through the motions before, Whest knew. Jay had insisted upon taking the point position in their practice sessions, preferring to lead by example no matter the risk. Jay turned to C7 Baker, who was preparing himself besides the squad leader. "Let's rock and roll," he quipped to the hardened soldier.
"A10 Veln, this is B8 Whest, preparing to roll out. See you on the bridge, sir," he said as calmly as he could muster. Jay brought his carbine up to bear, the extended stock resting assuredly at his shoulder. His eye wandered to the countdown, and he felt the frigate shake as they docked.
3, 2, 1...
The door opened with a flash of light, and Jay glanced intently down the iron sights of his carbine for the first victim of their infiltration.