All Your RHE Are Belong To Us

[Hol Horse]

Armani stood in his kakhi armor, looking at the layout of the glorified factory he and his fellow supercommandos were her to secure. The blonde's eyes smoothly scanned over the layout for the building, every nook and cranny was on full display thanks to the ingenious slicers of the dominion. At its simplest, the factory was nothing more than a single overly long hall. The factory line ran through the whole thing from one side to the other, in theory he could just prop himself up on one side and get an easy view of the rest of the facility. In some ways, it was a dream job for a sniper like him, almost like a shooting range with a few extra construction machines tossed in there for good measure. Of course, this mission of theirs wasn't exactly like shooting fish in a barrel, they were still in it deep.

It didn't help that the details of the mission were rather unsavory: no survivors allowed. The only thing they were supposed to leave untouched was the facility itself as much as possible, the RHE was a valuable prize for the Dominion, if they could obtain it they'd be able to start slowly chipping away at the industrial powerhouse of the Empire. Armani rubbed his tired eyes as he felt the weight of his sniper rifle on his back weigh him down a tad, once again, he was going to have to be the eagle eye in this op. Thankfully, he at least had two other commandos with him, as well as a troop of 25 special ops troops at their disposal to help them secure the facility.

Armani turned off the holoprojector and picked up his helmet, he tucked it underneath his left arm as he walked down the empty hallway to the briefing room where he and his comrades would finalize their plan before they dropped from hyperspace to sneak into the building. Once they were inside, they were going to need a way to make sure nobody left as well as make sure no outside forces interfered with their op. It was going to be an interesting night that much was certain.

@Sarah
@MaskedMosquito

 

[Sarah]

Lylieth, exited, scared, and nervous for her first mission, had read the mission details at least ten times by now, and was just finished cleaning her fusion rifle, along with her type 15 and disassembling and reassembling both of her data pads. As she loved technology, this mission would be perfect for her first. Get in, gather as much information as you can, don't let anyone leave, and don't let anything be broken or altered. "Remember, we can't break anything in the facility, we could eventually be able to make use of this place." She prepared herself, normally she wasn't okay with the whole "no one leaves alive" thing. But, this was for Mandalore, so it was worth it, without question. She also wondered how the diversity of the super commandos would affect performance. You had your standard footsoldiers, normal. But then you had a sniper, a mechanical/technology expert, and one that prefers to go in all out firefights. "At least we'll have multiple options, between all of us." She thought.

 

[Hol Horse]

Armani gave a small nod in response to the other commando, Lylieth. "All I need is to get up onto one of the upper platforms at one end of the hall and the place will be a shooting gallery" he stated, noting how the entire building seemed to be comprised of one singular hall along whcih the construction belt ran. He could slice into the building's mainframe, probably lock the external doors, let the troops flush the goons out like a bowel movement. The whole thing would be easy in theory, which was refreshing- usually tasks like this were more challenging than they first appeared to be. Still, it wasn't like years of training and experience had taught him to get comfy up in his sniper's perch, a bird's eye view of the fighting may have been helpful but wouldn't do any good if the troopers on the ground couldn't walk the walk. Thus, Armani would put on his helmet as he spoke, adjusting the HUD and built in scope to his specifications. "You lead the men on the ground, I'll take care of the rest" he stated, leaving the briefing room and picking up his rifle the 'Karma Chameleon' as he left to finish preparing for their mission.

They had almost arrived.

 

[Sarah]

"Works for me" Lylieth said through the comm-link, her T15-S on a mag-holster, her particle rifle in her hands. As they got into position to drop, Lylieth informed the men of their formation "Armani will lock down the doors, making sure none of the hostile force escapes, but until then all soldiers to my right will go to the southern-most exit, blocking off escape and entry to the building. Likewise, everyone on my left will go to the northern-most entry and block it off, again. No one gets in or out alive. Everything without Mandalorian armor is your enemy, and we do not give our enemies mercy. For Mandalore!" As the ramp went down, Lylieth and the special ops forces went to their postions, 13 to the south, 12 to the North, with Lylieth joining up on the north to make things even "How'd I do? Was it inspiring enough?" Lylieth joked, after putting her comm-link on a private channel linking Armani and herself, should he need assistance with cover or slicing.

 

[Hol Horse]

Armani whistled to himself under his helmet as he went over a final inspection of his sniper rifle, the Karma Chameleon. Handling it better than he'd handle his wife if he ever married, the Corellian gave it a once over, as well as adjusting the barrel of the gun. With great power came the requirement of even greater care for a gun like this, it was his child practically. Once the man was satisfied with the condition of the rifle, he placed it back upon his back and returned his focus to Lylieth as she spoke to the rest of the troopers with them. His job was a simple one, made even simpler with how straight and linear the majority of the base was. Sure there would probably be some form of security, but that wasn't anything two supercommandos couldn't handle.

"Yeah, kill 'em all, go team" the sniper said with a fraction of the enthusiasim the rest of the men showed, his focus was still on the digital layout of the factory in his HUD. It was only as he heard the words 'for mandalore' that he actually shouted in tandem with the rest of the men, even he couldn't resist the call to arms. Armani led 13 of the troopers to the south side of the ship in preparation for the imminent drop. They were narrowing in on the factory. The next few minutes were going to be the most turbulent of their mission as it was vital they locked down or secured the doors at both ends of the factory. If even one escaped, their task would be a failure.

It seemed the tough words spoken by Lylieth were less than that, "It got my adrenaline going, though I'm not sure if that's from the speech or seeing how well that cute butt fits into all that armor" he quipped over their secure channel while checking his HUD for how much fuel he had in his jetpack. After Armani signalled off a final 'ready check' to his troopers, he began to countdown beginning at five. Upon reaching one, the drop commenced, causing the kahki mandolorian to drop through the sky at breakneck speed alongside her brethren towards the factory below. Truth be told, Armani could never really get over the feeling of a drop, even after all these years, it was terrifying yet exhilarating all at once. He picked up his whistling again as he felt the drop pod catch fire as it clashed with the planet's atmosphere, causing it to burst into a ball of flames. Faster and faster they went, the imminent impact closing in fast. The sniper braced himself.

A few moments later, Armani and his troopers crashed through the ceiling of the factory, digging into the metal. The shock of the blow jarred the blonde, but thanks to the mechnical prowess that only the inheritors of Manda'lor could boast, he was unharmed from the drop. A few moments later, as alarms began to blare, the man swiftly kicked the front of the pod off its hinges and whipped out his pistol, firing at the first worker he could find. Immediately, his HUD began attacking the factory's mainframe, looking for a way in that was slicable. While this automated process took place, Armani lept up into the air, flying via his jetpack to the top of the Southern entrance behind him and pulling out his sniper rifle. From here, he would be in position to start the mission in earnest, all while his southern troopers began butchering the scientists where they stood.

It was showtime.

OOC: sorry for the delay, im ready to rapid fire these posts if you are!

 

[Sarah]

"It got my adrenaline going, though I'm not sure if that's from the speech or seeing how well that cute butt fits into all that armor" Lylieth laughed a bit "Whatever makes you fight harder, right?" She was quiet for the most part after this, and took a deep breath "They are the enemy, armed or not." Lylieth told herself, and waited for the final moments before her own pod reached the ceiling, just after Armani's had. The landing shook her a bit, but she shook it off as quickly as it came, broke through one of the ceiling's windows in the northern region of the building. Commandos flying everywhere, treating the place as Armani had said, a shooting gallery. It was. In seconds many civilians lay dead at the hands of Mandalorian soldiers, and Lylieth was no exception. She had spent the better part of two magazines mowing down the workers.

It all happened so fast that she didn't think a security force would have time to react, which of course, was wrong. By the time the commandos had formed a line in the sand, covering the only exits in the northern area, the workers and security forces had figured out a strategy of their own. The number of security was unknown for now, but many workers had borrowed the sidearms of the guards, doubling the amount of threats. Fortunately, most were unarmored, and those that were had medium or light armor, so they still went down quickly, besides, the workers weren't trained for firefights, making this all the easier. The weapons were too varied as well, making it somewhat difficult to adapt to their firepower and determine which ones were more of a threat, but it also made it impossible for them to come up with a sound strategy, except throwing guards onto the first line.

Lylieth had been mainly focusing her efforts on runners, until the Mandalorian soldiers could form a solid line. At this point, Lylieth noticed the workers and guards working better than expected together, and focused fire instead on any guards she could see. "There are a lot more people in here than I anticipated, I swear I've killed around 30 so far and they aren't thinning, yet!" She warned Armani through their private link.​