For Honor and Clan (Stage 3)

[Sisk_Renelo]

Nar Shaddaa
Level 12
0220 hours

The Death Watch. Two words that have brought shame to Mandalorians for generations. A rogue group, they have been nothing but a thorn in the side of the true Mandos. Striking fear through indiscriminate bombings, slaughter of civilians, and the taking of contracts that no true warrior would accept, they are considered by all factions a Terrorist Group.

The third group of the strike team entered level 12 from the opposite side of the main assault force, with the mission of asset denial. This means that they are to intercept and kill any Death Watch that escaped the main battle. To accomplish this, they have brought an eclectic group of weapons, and several speeder bikes. If they are not actively engaged, their secondary objective is to deny this base to the Death Watch forever. Small Thermal Detonators, placed at strategic supporting joints, will cause the bunker to collapse in on itself, with no collateral damage.

They have reached a distance of 1/2 a kilometer, and have counted 3 patrolling sentries, their routes timed with great precision to insure that every section of ground is visible by at least 1 of them at all time. The Team needs to figure out how to remove the Sentries quickly and quietly without them raising an alarm.

 

[Dmitri]

Verde Tracyn had been apart of the advance team. One of the first to arrive at Nar Shaddaa, and one of the first to investigate. He had already hacked into numerous cameras and discovered the sentries and their routes. He had already begun hacking into the traffic lights, in order to back up traffic if need be. He also had hacked into nearby spaceports, in case they tried to escape.

All this in an adjacent apartment that had been abandoned. The small mess of spice suggested it had been drug users, though had not been in their home for a great deal of time, like several months; probably dead. However, it had been transformed into the Verde's mobile command post. From here, he could help coordinate movement. By the window was a custom sniper rifle. It shot explosive rounds that had armor-piercing capabilities.

"Green 1, here. I have sent you the necessary data about the sentries. Anyone have a plan to take them out? We need to be subtle about this. Over," he said on the encoded frequency.

 

[Demiurge]

Kyr'orar rode on the speeder bike in silence during the trek, fully clad in his chrome black armor. He was the only member of the Nightmen assigned to the task force - indeed, the only one participating in the entire operation. And it is because of who he was that he was dispatched. He was the foremost of the Nightmen of Clan Xesus. The Runi'naast... "Destroyer of Souls". As his speeder bike landed at the back door of level 12, his Reflec, crystal stealth and acoustic suppression systems initialized as he became almost perfectly transparent to the unwary.

Getting off his bike, Kyr'orar infiltrated level 12 with the task force, taking clear advantage of the darkness of the underworld bearing from the Smuggler's Moon towering buildings and forgotten slums. As the group came roughly half a kilometer into the base, they came into visual contact with three sentry patrols, each of them synchronized to be in regular visual contact with each other. The Nightman's eyes narrowed, taking careful account of their distance to each other, their projected routes, and the speed of their rotation. With other Nightmen, there would have been no need for words or gestures, but there was a need to adapt.

"Three hostiles, armed, patrolling in rotation. Chained visual contact with each other. Prepare to engage in eliminating hostiles in synchronization on my mark."

At that, Kyr'orar turned his head back to the others. Using military hand gestures as he spoke. It was a habit; the Death Watch were ill equipped, unlike most targets he'd been sent to eliminate as a Nightman. Comlinks could be tapped and intercepted, so he often relied on their enhanced visors and visual communication with hand signs.

"Mandalorians, we need swift eliminations. Hit hard, hit fast, and hit clean. The less mess, the better. Strike at vital locations; armor is generally weakest at the neck for mobility reasons - throat attacks prevent screaming and kill nearly instantly. Target them by design. The other tactical vulnerable area is between the torso plates at the center. The gaps are large enough for a shiib'kal (type of standard issue Mandalorian knife/dagger; lit. translation is "thin blade") to penetrate. But the plates are thin, so your aim must be true. There will be no second chances on this. Projectile weaponry will work too. We'd been provided with disruptors; if you have the ability, use them - same vulnerable locations apply."

Kyr'orar once again turned his gaze to the patrol, thinking back again to the members of the task force. At that, the Nightman slowly crept into the level, scaling up the high wall to a safe, out of sight position while he oversaw the situation. His near-invisible form and the nigh-perfect silence together with the darkness of the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa made him a virtual ghost among the Death Watch.

"We need to get into positions - I need a rapid run down of who has finesse with cqc and who with sniping, now."

 

[Logan_E]

Shev'la had picked out his hide a hours before the operation was to take place, an abandoned 4th floor apartment next door to Verde's chosen complex. He had helped in doing a recce of the entire back perimeter and surrounding area of the Death Watch base. He knew every road and alley like the back of his hand now. Shev lay on a long table with his sniper rifle in the back of the room with a shroud covering most of the window, but from his vantage point he could still see the entire back side of the base, as well as the three sentries.

He had taken long hours in padding and soundproofing the room as much as possible to conceal himself even after engaging the enemy, it was a labourious job but one that would pay off. 'We need to get into positions - I need a rapid run down of who has finesse with cqc and who with sniping, now,' Kyr'orar stated over the comms. Kyr'orar was some sort of spook, assassin or something. He knew how to handle himself.

'Shev here. I got the chakaar sporting the black shoulder cape in my sights, awaiting the word to strike,' he said slowly and deliberately, keeping his aim adjusted very carefully on the man's mid-cervical vertebrae. One round from Shev's slugthrower would pass through the throat and destroy most if not all of those precious bones and result in an instant (albeit bloody) and silent death.

 

[Gazer]

Rift sped along side his fellow Mandalorians, assessing the situation at hand on his speeder bike. Gaining entry into this small base would be nothing but hard work and determination. Mixed with stealth and high end awareness. Rift had gone over the objective a hundred times in his mind. He even had a nice new set of paint on his armor. Dark blue. He wanted to make sure he was shadow like when he moved and he wanted to blend in if he was to infiltrate this compound. The lower levels on Nar Shaddaa were dark, damp, and just unsanitary. The low light here would mean he would need something a little more... Blendable. Rift got off his speeder bike, and was right behind the rest of his small team as they went deep into enemy territory.

Once they got to the sentries, Rift changed views on his new visor he picked up right before the mission. He flipped through a couple of views. Touching the side of his helmet, he switched to white hot thermal. Then to thermal heat vision. Then to actual night vision. Then he flipped back to regular vision. Picking this up after briefing was, to him, a huge improvement to his tactics in the dark. He did the touch up work himself. After all, he isn't the worst electrical man in the galaxy.

The squad leader, who had plenty of toys to keep himself concealed, moved up a wall and stood there. Rift stayed low, his disrupter he was given slung around on his back as he peaked around the corner from the shadows. He moved silently across the street to a small alleyway. He hid behind what looked like a slimy dumpster, and looked around it. Nothing but dark. He touched the side of his helmet and went into white hot thermal. He wondered if he could get to one of the moving sentry guards from around the corner. He silently moved in a crouch in the damp alleyway and stopped at the corner, making sure he was hugging the wall and every step he took was slow and silent. He peaked around the corner, his thermal still on.

He whispered into his encrypted comlink in his helmet. "Cqc underway. I got the di'kut walking near the alleyway." His thermal picked up many things in the alley, including small insects and the likes. But the unaware death watchmen had no idea Rift was in the shadows, watching him pace back and forth across the alley. "Just give me the go ahead." He whispered, pulling a thigh strapped shiib'kal from its holster. Another small trinket he picket up before the mission. He would wait until the order was given, spring out in the mist of the chaos that would soon arise and drag this man into the shadows. It would be his last days here.

 

[Wit]

Riding in on his speeder bike, Atin kept an eye on the route they had taken, remembering areas which could be used as staging areas in case they had to make a retreat by the same way. The 306 degree view on his HUD display, disorienting to almost anyone but a Mandalorian, allowed him to keep track of not just what was ahead of him but behind and on the side as well, allowing him to not only track alleyways as they appeared before him but as they retreated behind him as well. As they approached level 12, he switched on his helmet's infrared scanner to get a hold any unwanted company. While the equipment worn by their squad leader might have defeated the scanner, he doubted any of the Kyr'tsad would have anything as sophisticated. Their heat signatures should be easy to pick up with with his kit.

As they infiltrated the level, soon spotting the three sentries, Atin brought up a small map on his HUD and began overlaying the projected movements of the sentries on to it. As Kyr'orar began moving forward, Atin made his own advance in another direction, staying in the shadows and using the map on the corner of his display to make sure he was never in the line of sight of any of the sentries. As other members of the task force called in their targets, Atin spotted the remaining target and noticed his own proximity to the target, a wide smile appearing on his face, just my luck. "Sniper here, I the last one is mine." Within a minute he was positioned at a first story window, his Verpine Sniper Rifle in his hands, tracking the last sentry through its scope. "I have him in my sights alor, just give the word."

 

[Sisk_Renelo]

NPC: The three sentries strode in what seemed to be a relaxed manner, but their weapons were held tight, fingers resting on triggers, eyes constantly scanning their helmet's sensors. They did not consider themselves traitors, but the true Mandalorians, and they maintained a level of discipline consistent with warriors. There was no chitchat, no extraneous chatter on their comms, only terse situation reports. The chronos in their helmets read 0315.