S.O.L.A.G. - Operation Care Package

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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.
 

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Anyone who told you they weren't scared before they were about to go into combat is either a nutter or a liar. The feeling of weapons blowing up near your body, the feeling that this could be your last day in the galaxy is enough to turn anyone to jelly.

The difference with a soldier is he controls that fear and gets on with his job, the difference between a commando and a solider is he goes into the fight again and again because thats what they do, there job is to be the best. Being a commando is a state of mind.

'This is Ti C-7, we are ready, awaiting go signal'

As he strapped on his Radio, checked his weapon and looked out at the stars of the galaxy, he was ready to get some payback.
 

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Veln stood at the command post of Squad Decay's captured Black Sun frigate, overlooking the dual pilot chairs and carefully resting his arm's armour plating on the part of the superstructure that he had deemed cleanest. The ship had only been scrubbed for biological toxins and viral threats; he had ordered the detox detail to keep all the stains and filth in place. His eyes were still healing from the disgusting naked pinups he had seen of some Gamorrean; whether or not it was female, he didn't care. The image was still scarring his retina.

One of the pilots spoke. "Hutt ship is hailing, sir." Veln nodded, observing the viewscreens; they had pointed the cameras at the two pilots, one of who was assuming a pretend leader role, in case of any video contacts; the two operatives were dressed in traditional merc plating, profanities scrawled across their armour. The faux leader, Delta-Four Merks, had even plastered fake tattoos over his Zabrak horns, giving the impression that this crew was under a pretty bad-ass CO.

"What the frack is up, Behemoth?" Merks said, impressively coherent considering the fat cigar that hung from his pursed lips.

Veln stood up straight, unfolding his wrist-mounted tactical computer; the other squad, Morbid, was due to dock first, under the cover story that one of their engines was flaming out. Decay would dock with the trailing Hutt supply vessel, the Leviathan, after their sister squad had inserted and neutralized the Behemoth's capability to transmit.

"Same shit, different day, Suns. Your cheap-ass buddies over there just lost an engine, they're coming into the repair bay. Just dock with Leviathan, we can't take your ship into our normal bay since you're too big."

"Time to invest in more bays, bitchez. Alright, out." Merks closed the channel, maneuvering the ship around to the trailing Hutt frigate. The two Hutt escort ships, measly half-frigates with barely any weaponry, had already docked, leaving Veln's ship the last free-floater.

"Wait for my mark, Merks." Veln tapped a few more commands, issuing a general readiness order to the docking deck, where his men awaited. He eyed his tactical as Whest's frigate docked with the Behemoth.

"A10 Veln, this is B8 Whest, preparing to roll out. See you on the bridge, sir,"

Veln grabbed his helmet and stepped out of the bridge doors, pausing. "Alright, mark. See you two on the sunny side." He locked on his helmet, initializing the armour's HUD as he descended the ship's stairwell, exiting onto the docking bay. The other eight men filled the room, finishing final preparations. The Alpha-Ten unholstered his carbine and slapped it into his left hand, resting his finger on the trigger guard.

"Alright, Decay. We hit them in thirty. Boarding positions."

The squad assumed cover behind the various structural reinforcements in the docking bay, eyes staring down the dock door. Veln placed himself behind a pillar, whistling as his timer counted down.
 

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Baker tapped the tobacco out of his pipe, donning his helm. Everything around him became bathed in augmented reality readouts. He inspected his vibro-khukri. The blade was sharpened, gleaming viciously. He checked the ammo drum on his shotgun, 'Betty', keeping it on a strap, while he would keep a silenced SMG in his hand.

He'd been assigned to a large squad, other Charlie classes present, but none as well trained in boarding action as Ilbert. It was his element. These Hutts were getting a surprise up their shitpipe. Ilbert grinned behind the grey faceplate.

''C7, Baker, reporting in.'' He tested the system. All working good. He stood up, Looking down the sight, making sure his views were aligned. They were going in quiet on this one.

He kept behind his squad leader, the Beta 8. He knew that the higher-ups wanted him to remember the damned command structure. They knew about his team-shirking shenanigans of old.
 

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The doors slid open and a burst of white light filled Jay's optics.

Two engineers received the momentary shock of their lives before Whest drilled the first man in the chest, followed by a burst of fire from one of the squad mates. Jay moved forward, motioning for one of the SOLAG operators to detain the door. He strode to the status panel and flicked on the 'In Progress' button, indicating that the hypothetical repairs had begun.

Jay walked over to the door, where one of his squad members stood diligently. "Pop the door," he said grimly, waving for the unit to fall back into formation. "We make the push to the bridge now, folks; pop the door." The doorman depressed the button, and the door again opened with a swoosh. Jay moved forward, swinging his carbine around the corner. He let loose a small sigh of relief with the lack of crew around the bend.

The vessel they had boarded didn't have a large crew, only minimal security personnel and a skeleton crew for these deliveries. Still, Jay's squad was outnumbered, and caution was something highly emphasized. Each of the operator's lives was valuable to the Republic's cause. Morbid rounded another corridor to be confronted by a surprised off duty Weequay. Jay grimly squeezed off a round directly into the man's head. Four doors lined the hall they'd entered. "Split into fireteams; Baker, take Falkowski and clear the first left." Jay finished doling out orders, splitting the unit up.

Whest pointed at the remaining soldier. "Let's secure the turbolift, shall we?" The commandoes moved out, and Jay heard a few doors open and several blasters discharged. Jay opened the turbolift's entrance and had his slicing specialist step inside. "Lock down this turbolift to only our own use."

The armored hacker nodded, inserting odd electronic devices unique to his trade into the turbolift's interface. "Done," he said calmly 30 seconds later.

Jay nodded and re-opened his comm channel to the A-10. =^= Deck 1 is clear, repeat, clear. Decay group should begin to dock when possible, we should reach the bridge in approximately 7 minutes. Whest, out. =^= Jay closed the channel. The next deck would be interesting; the majority of crew quarters and storage bays were located in that area, and the minimal security that was present would be there.

For Whest, he relied upon inexperience and fright to complete the unit's mission.
 

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C5 Stuart stood at the door, twin vibroblades held back as the ship shuddered its way through the Hutt docking doors. To his right was C4 Varns, holding a vicious-looking polearm; they both stared at the doors in front of them, blind due to their disabled optics. Veln opened his squad comms. "We hit them in ten. Stuart and Varns, you lead." The squad readied up as the docking door groaned and started to slide open.

The combined flash of seven stun grenades overwhelmed the room with a bloom of brilliant phosphorous light. Veln peeked his head out from behind his support pillar, infrared vision switching on just in time to see his two melee specialists click on their optics and slice through the three disabled rabble that had been waiting to escort the Black Suns in. Stuart hopped up onto the docking bay's control terminal and jammed an EMP spike into the system, disabling the ship's communications on that circuit.

The rest of the team swept through, headed by Veln. He assessed the grimy ship; they had no schematics of the hauler, but it seemed standard enough - gray walls, iris doors, and an under-staffed, over-worked crew. No wonder Hutt morale was suffering even with their battle advantage. He selected separate groups of his squad with his tactical overlay and started splitting them off.

"Stuart, lead Melk and Suni through that hatch, looks like it leads to the storage bays. Tiberius, Locust and Sven, take that door and eliminate all opposition. Verns, Manta, you're on me."

The squad separated in a beautifully-efficient pattern, emptying the docking bay within seconds. Veln sprinted through his chosen portal - a small archway that looked like it led upwards, towards the command deck - and rolled to a stop, bowling over the Trandoshan who had been coming out of a small room. Veln's carbine met the thug's chin as the lizard's neck snapped, leaving him limp on the ground. Verns and Manta had already swept the small room - what appeared to be a comms room - and deposited a communications spike into the Hutt systems. From here on out, the Hutts would be forced into radio silence.

"Deck 1 is clear, repeat, clear. Decay group should begin to dock when possible, we should reach the bridge in approximately 7 minutes. Whest, out."Veln sent a ready signal back as he rolled a smoke detonator into an opened door, rewarded by the coughing of multiple hostiles. "Way ahead of you, bud. Decay has disabled enemy transmissions and is moving up to their bridge."
 

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'Sir! Locust, Sven, come on.'

Tiberius Slung his blaster and Shock baton and stepped forward against the door, he bent down against it and pulled out one of the wonderful gadgets Solag always managed to get there hands on before the rest of the army. It was a motion detector that was linked into Ti Helmet.

The motion detector emitted a small that went pulse that through the door and gave the person outside a basic reading of what was inside, the pulse would outline supplies, weapons and most importantly.....People.

'Ok, we have two tangos, one on either side of the room. Tango one is human with a rifle but is facing the opposite way while Tango 2 is a Transdoshan with a very large sniper rifle in his hand. The room is full of supply cases so important we take them out ASAP! Amateurs, what the hell do you need a long in this environment! Ok, basic breach and clear on my go'

Ti put a breaching charge against the door then moved to point, the other two seamlessly moved into position, ready...

'Go'

The charge went off with an almighty bang as the three swept in, the human was dropped with three shots to his abdomen from Locust and Sven whilst the Transdoshan was dispatched with a well executed rifle butt to the head as Tiberius closed the gap quickly dispatching him.

'Locust, Sven......Sabotage those weapon crates'
 

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Ilbert nodded. ''Come on, piss stain.''

Deftly, Ilbert swept left, gun raised. There, a pair of off duty Rodians chatted, babbling in their indecipherable 'language'.

''Bloody Hutt bugs.''

Ilbert squeezed the trigger on his suppressed SMG, the weapon coughing and rattling as it ended the lives of the crewmen.

''Left clear.''

Baker jogged back to his commander, fellow SOLAG in tow, as he stepped into the lift. Next, the crew quarters. He smiled behind his helm. Shooting fish in a bloody barrel. He clamped his SMG to his thigh, swinging Betty into his hands, making sure the suppressor was on. Still had to be schtum about it all.
 

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The Zabrak mercenary almost flew out of the smoke-filled room, vibroblade missing Veln's head by an inch as he instinctively dodged to the side. The thug's landed a solid hit on the Republic Alpha's shoulder, knocking Veln over as the Zabrak pounced on Manta. Verns quickly unsheathed his shiv, placing it directly between the Hutt's collarbone and neck; the Zabrak fell to the ground, twitching. Veln whirled around and set himself in a crouch, releasing a burst of rounds just as two more pirates emerged out of the fog, weapons readied.

"You two okay? Manta, any wounds?"

"Negative. I think I'll just need to take a long shower, sir."

Veln smirked as blaster pistols unloaded over his head, stilling the remaining opposition. He ran to the doorway and leaned in, optics fighting through the dissipating remnants of smoke. The only heat signatures he could see were slowly fading, leaving behind an unfinished game of pazaak and a few tables upturned in the chaos.

"This one is clear. Has anyone made it to the storage bay yet?"
 

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(( Hey guys, sorry; got slammed with homework this week and I didn't want to pump out a crappy post just for the sake of posting ))

Jay chewed viciously on his lip, fulfilling one of his unhealthy habits as the turbolift slid upwards towards the second deck.

Jay stepped outside in a burst of blank, sterilized white light. He brought his carbine to bear, but was disappointed at a lack of crew in the area. Jay motioned with his hand for the unit to move forward, and consulted a sign at a crossroad of the corridors. One pointed to the storage bay, and the other showed the direction that their A-10 was located.

"Fan out; Ilbert, lead a fireteam and clear a path to the A-10. I'll take the rest and head for the storage bays. Have your team merge with Decay and head for the bridge."

Jay lifted his hand and closed it in a fist, waving down the open path. "Vibroblades ready, boys," he said grimly over the squad linked channel. He took advantage of the strap and custom built rifle attachment set in the back of his armor, clipping it firmly into place after flipping on the safety. Whest drew one of his pistols and activated one of his gauntlet vibroblades with a quick blink. The razor sharp blade ejected with a menacing hiss.

The Bravo Eight brought his pistol up in a two hand grip, using his left hand as his main grip with his right hand's vibroblade ejected. He adopted a classic stance, and took a step to the side.

Jay brought his fist forward, driving the vibroblade directly into the brain cavity of the Weequay standing before him. Only a pained grunt escaped his throat, and his security partner, a Rodian, was quickly cut down by a hail of gunfire. Whest looked on with disdain at their pitifully equipped torsos, only a light blaster pistol and durasteel sword adorning their belts. "I have a feeling this room's going to be full; let's go with standing door procedure."

Jay threw his hand at the door and took up a position to the right, allowing the squad's designated grenadier to draw a flashbang and take up his position. Jay lifted his fingers in a countdown, and then depressed the door open button.

Jay's HUD went dim for a moment as the flashbang exploded before automatically raising the volume settings on his helmet. He shouted as loudly as possible, hoping to further disorient the occupants of the storage bay. Jay entered quickly, sending a few rounds down the area, careful to not expend extra rounds or miss. Any blaster stains on the wall could arouse suspicions after their sabotage.

Jay took cover behind a unlabeled durasteel box, popping his head up to return fire once. The resistance was only nominal, but still posed a threat to carelessness. Jay was reminded of this fact as he heard the hot sizzle of a blaster bolt bury itself a few inches past his concealed head. At that moment a voice came over his command channel.

"Has anyone made it to the storage bay yet?"

Jay recognized the strong voice of his commanding officer. "Securing the bay now, sir. I've dispatched a team to assist you in seizing the bridge while we begin the sabotage, over."

Whest poked his head out of the durasteel box, seeing the few remaining defenders fall under the lethal rain of fire poured upon them. "Let's get down to business," he said under his breath, directing the soldiers to begin the sabotage of the boxes immediately.
 

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'Come on Boys'

Ti secured a turbo lift as the other Commandos came running in checking there corners briefly before going over there weapons.

'Well, top floor generally means the most important place I reckon'

The others nodded there agreement as Ti hit button for the level that he assumed was the bridge, he didn't much fancy storming out of a small area no matter how heavily armed he was. The ship still wasn't aware they were under attack but no way was he going to chance a full on fire fight before he needed to.

'Sir, this is Ti with the others, we are progressing through the ship towards the bridge, do you want us to continue or regroup with you?
 
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