[GORGON] Fatman Mk.II [REPUB. PLAYERS ONLY]

[Tristar]

[fancybox4="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/d8/1b/5c/d81b5c2fae0a473be74f47c7559a1933.jpg"]For a plant that supplied its power to more than three sectors in the region, including the capital city of Alderaan itself, the powerplant wasn't that big or as intimidating as he imagined it to be. From the outside it was a three story building with power cables to several surface generators, walled in with concrete walls that looked thick enough to withstand anything short of a warhead. The actual building itself was unassuming, looking like every backwater powerplant that he had seen.

The actual layout however, was a little terrifying. Nayel had seen anthills; small mounds of dirt spewing tiny little devils that got everywhere in your picnic basket. Then you go to a science fair and you see the whole structure hidden from the human eye, and you wonder if it's genocide or pest control you were thinking of when you bought that pesticide. The layout of the powerplant very much reminded him of that anecdote: underground facilities that spanned at least a klick down into the planet's plate. The main reactor was at the center of it all, spewing out enough radiation to cook a ship's crew three times over.

All floors lower than that were dedicated to maintaining the cooling systems and maintenance. Closer to the surface? Living quarters for the onsite engineers, control rooms and supply centers. The only thing that kept the whole place from blowing up was a crew of fifty engineers, each on a day-night rotation. Chances were, half of the had never made contact with the other half of the plant's crew.

When it came to security, it seemed the tightest on the surface; a whole security company monitored all entrances, coupled with a god-damned mobile radar station that forced their pilot to drop Gorgon Three and Six almost three kilometers away from the actual plant itself, a situation that would plague them for a very long time. As the operators descended into the labyrinth they'd find less and less personnel in between until they made it to the actual reactor itself; it seemed that the management staff placed a lot of faith on the surface security to prevent any ruffians from cooking up mischief. And obviously, heightened security for the one thing that could blow up in their faces. "Your stop." he said abruptly as the dropship hovered a few feet from the ground, its bay doors opened wide to the golden wheat rippling from the engine's backdraft.

"Plant coordinates have been uploaded to your system- swing east and get to the point." He peered at the horizon, noting the silhouette of the plant's tallest building in the distance. "Watch it though, no cover from here to there." Not that they needed the warning. They did have a three kilometer trek through farmlands, ending only at the base of the hill the plant was situated on. If it was day, all they'd see was a sea of gold, as far as the eye could see. "Rig the place to blow, exfil' and head to the pick up zone. Make sure you leave enough time for you to bug out, cause that blast radius is going to be nasty. Best of luck."

With the dropship empty save for him and the pilot, Nayel made his way to the cockpit, the ship ascending greater heights as Gorgon Four set a course for the planet's spaceport. He dropped next to Four on the co-pilot's seat, sealing his suit with a soft hiss as they burned fuel to their final destination. Behind his helmet's visor, Nayel's muffled voice spoke through the noise of engines working overtime: "Take us up pilot."


OOC: This is the first of Gorgon Team's mission threads. The maximum amount of players for the thread is 4 players, of which two have already been taken up by Gorgon Team. This means the Republic can send at most, 2 other players to attempt to stop the mission. No meta, no godmodding (If there is proof that any Gorgon personnel has meta/godmodded, they will be disqualified from the team immediately.) as I will be personally monitoring the progress of this thread. As always, this is a DEATH ENABLED thread, with CAPTURE allowed. As another note, the operatives will have entered UNDETECTED at the beginning of the mission, so the Republic characters CANNOT know immediately that Gorgon operatives are on site. What can happen however, is for the Republic characters to expect an assault/infiltration squad and therefore prepare for such an assumption. Other than that, anything that happens to Gorgon team after this is on the operatives themselves (i.e discovery, death etc.) [With exception of possible meta/godmodding].

That said, good luck, happy hunting and try not to disappoint your factions! @Prudence @Elijah Brockway , this is your thread. Do not disappoint
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[Elijah Brockway]

Svero nodded at what Nayel said to him, jumping out of the ship alongside his current partner. His armour creaked slightly as he landed, some portions rubbing up against each other, although he straightened immediately, removing the small contact. He had his normal assortment of weapons, with ammunition in various pouches all along his torso; a B-8R pistol on his thigh, parang and dirk on the other thigh, MD-12 on his back, grenades in their own pouches on his chest, and his R-8R was slung around his shoulders. After a moment quickly looking around he dropped into a low crouch, certain for the moment that nobody was nearby and hoping that Sam would act with some professionalism.

"Alright, Kryze," he muttered through their helmet comm, looking out at the target. "I don't care how we destroy this plant so long as we get it done and we're able to make it home something less than well-done. That's your specialty. Right now, however, we need to plan how to get in." He grabbed a pair of nightview macrobinoculars he'd brought along, made to be able to work along with the fact that he was wearing a helmet, trying to get a view of how many members of the local security were currently surrounding the facility.

"I don't recommend going in guns blazing, contrary to my usual fashion," he said after a moment. "Too many of them, not enough of us. Do you have any ideas?"

 

[Sam Kryze]

Sam was less than thrilled with the distance they were being forced to start from the facility. The 3km ahead were going to be too long to walk, and way too sober, for his liking. He heard the clatter of armor as both he and Svero hit the ground. He straightened once his feet hit the ground, twisting his body a bit to crack his back, and let out a satisfied sigh. He rested his hands on the MBR-701 resting in a harness against his chest just to make sure it was still there, and joined Svero in the crouch.

"Can't say I disagree with ya' there, buddy. I certainly didn't drink my last mojito yet. Gonna have to take that one a lot slower than that. Savor the flavor and enjoy it. It'll have to sum up a lifetime of mojitos." he reached his hands to his head and cracked his neck in both directions, before rolling it a little bit.

"No shit huh? Charging the front door might get us a little toasty. Could always go in through a vent, however, and bypass a lot of the security at the door."

 

[Elijah Brockway]

Svero's eyeballs rolling in his head had to have been almost audible to Sam, after the first words the Mandalorian had said.

"Fine. A vent. Crawling through the air conditioning." Svero's voice delivered an almost palpable feeling of condescension. "Just like all the old holodramas and games we used to play as kids, right? Diamond Snake crawling around to destroy BlesTac's newest war-droid. It's amazing they didn't get sued by Blastech for copyright infringement with that name."

 

[Sam Kryze]

"Don't you talk shit about Durasteel Gear Solid," Sam said as he stood from his crouch and began to walk across the field towards the nearby woodline. For now, at 3 kliks out from their target zone, they would be able to walk to arrive. Sam began to pull up the holo schematics as he quipped back at Svero,

"Speak for yourself brother, I was playing that game during my Tour of Duty on Concord Dawn." Sam was all too aware that he had been 20 years old when Svero had been born. It didn't bother him, however, age was something that happened to everyone and Sam was far from out of his prime in his mind.

As he looked over the schematics he let out a whistle, "Looks like they've got some vent shafts that reach to the surface. Long and straight, so we'll have to catch ourselves when we come out the other side. Won't be a problem for me."

 

[Elijah Brockway]

"Won't be one for me either," was Svero's curt reply. He had narrowly managed to avoid pointing out the fact that Sam generally still acted like a child (despite his greater age than Svero's), and was instead managing to remain focused on what he had to do. He continued walking along behind Sam, looking at the schematics himself.

"Looks like the furthest down we'll actually be able to easily follow the vent shafts will only be the first two or so levels underground, though." As it was already obvious to Sam, the vents branched off much more numerously after the first two or three levels (depending on the ventilation shaft you jumped in), and many of them became too small for people to fit through. "Not that that'll be much of a problem. Security is really only heavy on the surface, and it's a very big facility once we get in. We'll just have to avoid all the engineers, since we'll be running around where they sleep."

 

[Sam Kryze]

"I noticed that too yeah."

Sam said as they entered the woodline, the dense trees offering them optimal cover from above and beyond. He looked back at the schematics, specifically where the vents exited at, and to his surprise, he saw one of them protruding into the woodline, roughly half a klick ahead of them.

"Looks like they were trying to conceal the vents and not have them come out to the entrance. To our favor, that puts us about half a klick from the nearest one. From there it'll be a long ride, because it has to meet back with the complex, but as far as I can tell this is also the deepest of the vents."

Sam picked up his pace to a jog, weaving between the trees as best he could. "Thank manda we won't be walking much longer."

 

[Elijah Brockway]

Svero jogged along behind Sam, armour creaking slightly at the close-fitting joints as he ran - it was nearly inaudible to anybody else, but Svero's constantly-frayed nerves and overactive senses picked up the sound as easily as they might a bomb. That was the one thing he always hated about armour - even without any sort of experimental systems meant to increase the power output of the occupant, armour made noise. And making noise was essentially asking to get killed on any covert operation.

And Svero's operations were all covert.

Ignoring the twinges of pain from where his cybernetic right leg had been implanted into his flesh, cold metal replacing bone, he stopped for a moment, taking a quick look through his scope, cursing the fact that he'd forgotten to bring binoculars along. Milling around the vent was a small group of five security officers, with a small landspeeder nearby. This security detachment is nothing if not thorough, he thought, before quickly barking into his squad comm, "Hit the deck!"

He dropped as well, hoping Sam - who had only advanced a few meters past him by the time Svero noticed their opposition - would have the mental capacity to listen to the instruction. "Hostiles around the vent. I have a clear view of most of them. We're far enough away from the main area and any other vents that our blaster fire should go unnoticed - there's too much baffling around with all the trees for the sound to carry like it might in an open field." He looked again, taking note of all the weapons carried.

"One man carrying a Type-12 fusion rifle, the other four are carrying Type-44 carbines. We're within range of their marksman, but it looks like they're getting a little too complacent in their duties. Circle 90 degrees around the west side, and stay as low as possible. Crawling, preferably. You can always clean your armour later. I'm going to crawl closer so that I'm in a good range; I'll notify you when I'm in position. I expect you to do the same." He promptly cut comm after that, neglecting to wait for a reply, before securing his rifle to his back and making his slow advance on the squad he was facing.

It was slow going, making sure to stay behind as many trees as possible, just to be absolutely sure that he didn't get noticed. Some few minutes later, though, he had placed himself within 200 meters of the squad, the trunk of a tree currently shielding him from sight. As soon as he worked out who to shoot at with Sam, he'd quickly stick out from behind it and start blasting. Quickly restoring communications, he sent a terse message to his partner: "In position."