As the others contributed their own concepts of what would be the best plan of action, Aska opted to remain silent. Silent, that is, until the human man decided to suggest that they coral the infected towards Durr’s gates. This warranted a single heavy and sarcastic laugh from the clone.
”Yea? And how do you propose we get the damn things back to the quarantine zone after we’re done with them? Nal Hutta may as well get glassed after that,” The clone replied, smirking as her cigarra hung from her lip. Of course, after her trip to Mataou, she knew all too well that Hutts weren’t above orbital bombardment of their own worlds to subdue the ever rampant virus. Would it truly be such a bad thing? Maybe they would just be accelerating the inevitable if that was the route Callo chose?
It would not be, however. It seemed that much of the plan was to follow her own suggestion though with less division of their forces. This suited her just fine. Nodding her agreement, the clone started towards the door but not until after she had retrieved a large bottle of whiskey from one of the serving droid’s trays.
The time had come. Nal Hutta, just as slime covered and stench ridden as it was the last time she had visited with Alisaah, was to be the scene of their attack. What it was with Hutts and worlds like this, she couldn’t understand. Nevertheless, she was ready.
Dressed in her custom armour and with her usual loadout, the clone had opted to bring along three thermal and three remote detonators. If Covax had taught her anything, it was better to have a grenade and not need it than to need one and not have it. The teams had split, leaving the clone with the legendary Callo as well as the ‘man’ known as Ines. The sun had set and it was nearing the time to move.
“Aska, Ines. Brought your jet boots?” Preef asked, to which Aska simply smirked as she took a drag off her cigarra, careful to keep the burning embers concealed by her palm so as to not allow any scouts or surveyors of the palace to spot them in the dark of night.
”Don’t leave home without em,” she replied. With her own pair of microbinocs, Aska could see the hordes of infected casually roaming outside the walls of the base, unthreatened by the palace guards who in turn were casual in their demeanor. Great…
”What I would give for Poffo to be here with his flame thrower right about now…” she muttered, amazed that the words even slipped past her lips. ( @Isen )
”Yea? And how do you propose we get the damn things back to the quarantine zone after we’re done with them? Nal Hutta may as well get glassed after that,” The clone replied, smirking as her cigarra hung from her lip. Of course, after her trip to Mataou, she knew all too well that Hutts weren’t above orbital bombardment of their own worlds to subdue the ever rampant virus. Would it truly be such a bad thing? Maybe they would just be accelerating the inevitable if that was the route Callo chose?
It would not be, however. It seemed that much of the plan was to follow her own suggestion though with less division of their forces. This suited her just fine. Nodding her agreement, the clone started towards the door but not until after she had retrieved a large bottle of whiskey from one of the serving droid’s trays.
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The time had come. Nal Hutta, just as slime covered and stench ridden as it was the last time she had visited with Alisaah, was to be the scene of their attack. What it was with Hutts and worlds like this, she couldn’t understand. Nevertheless, she was ready.
Dressed in her custom armour and with her usual loadout, the clone had opted to bring along three thermal and three remote detonators. If Covax had taught her anything, it was better to have a grenade and not need it than to need one and not have it. The teams had split, leaving the clone with the legendary Callo as well as the ‘man’ known as Ines. The sun had set and it was nearing the time to move.
“Aska, Ines. Brought your jet boots?” Preef asked, to which Aska simply smirked as she took a drag off her cigarra, careful to keep the burning embers concealed by her palm so as to not allow any scouts or surveyors of the palace to spot them in the dark of night.
”Don’t leave home without em,” she replied. With her own pair of microbinocs, Aska could see the hordes of infected casually roaming outside the walls of the base, unthreatened by the palace guards who in turn were casual in their demeanor. Great…
”What I would give for Poffo to be here with his flame thrower right about now…” she muttered, amazed that the words even slipped past her lips. ( @Isen )
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