The Night Terror slipped out of hyperspace above the volcanic and unstable world of Aeten II, maintaining a safe distance away from any orbiting Czerka supply vessels. Aska at the controls, cigarra hanging from her lip, she observed silently for some time. There was no sort of large orbiting space station nor much in the way of capital vessels or frigates. There was, however, a small refueling station that was nearing the dark side of the planet, it’s underbelly illuminated from the crimson reflection of Aeten itself. The lack of any sort of permanent orbital presence told Aska that this mining operation that Newton had discovered was relatively new. Otherwise, Czerka would have taken the opportunity to establish a more permanent presence.
”Hope you brought your tanning lotion, Covvie. SPF 3000 should do the trick,” the clone joked as she leaned back in her seat. She had expected the volcanic activity, having done her research shortly after departing Newton’s office where they had accepted the job. Still, this was a first for her. Never before had she seen a world with such instability. Still, the stygium crystals were down there and the pair of mercenaries gave their word they’d be liberated. There was no point in wasting any more time so the clone urged the ship forward and descended into the smokey and ash-filled atmosphere of the mineral rich world.
Docking ramp descending, Aska was the first to touch boot to ground. Donning her custom armour for the first time in what felt like ages, she was prepared for what was to come. She had taken some time to modify an assortment of it’s functions and added a second holster to allow both her SE-45 and DX-2 to be a part of her arsenal.
Doing her best to breath, the clone immediately decided the sooner they were of this over cooked ball, the better.
”Facility should be half a click past that ridge, according to Newton’s coordinates. Judging by the images, there’s going to be a few anti-personnel turrets between us and the main structure. Got any suggestions?” Aska looked to Covax as she made her query. If he had nothing, then they’d just wing it. After all, destruction was the clone’s favorite hobby.