Pirate Alert

[shinjo97]

Lieutenant Mikko Teir of Alliance Military, Army, absolutely hated pirates. As a matter of fact, he hated criminals of every kind. The fact that these pirates were using an abandoned Jedi Enclave only served to make him hate them even more. He hated Jedi, and he hated criminals, and these criminals were using a place built by the Jedi. It enhanced the 'hate' part of things. The transport lurched out of Hyperspace, and Mikko fought not to lose his lunch. He hated flying more than Jedi and pirates. That's all anyone needs to know that knows him; You put him in a small ship in space, and you have a sick and grumpy Lannik on your hands.

"We're beginning descent; Prepare to disembark!" the Pilot announced over the Transport's speakers. Mikko clutched at his stomach, trying to ignore the rocking of the ship as it shot through the planet's atmospheric layers. Finally, unable to hold it in any longer, he stood, stumbled to the a trash bin, and retched into it, coming up with a sickly look on his face. He belched, turned and moved to the boarding ramp, so that he would be the first to exit the ship. Suddenly, the transport smoothed out, and Mikko could hear the engines slowly powering down, signaling that the ship was rapidly descending to land. A few moments later, the ship bumped against the ground, and the boarding ramp opened. "I hope you enjoyed riding Transport Retch-Wagon. Please come back again!" the pilot announced, making an obvious jab at Mikko.

"You frakking little..." he muttered, before exiting the ship and finally calming his stomach when he found himself once more on solid ground. He turned, made an extremely rude gesture at the ship, and then spun and examined the surroundings. They were in a clearing, amongst a lightly-forested area. It was a backwater world, with a name that he didn't exactly remember at the time and didn't care to, either. He took out his rifle and moved forward, deciding he would secure the perimeter while the rest of the team disembarked from the ship. He smiled; this was where he excelled. On ground ops, with blasters and melee weapons, and other things of the sort. He was a Lieutenant in the Galactic Alliance Army, and he loved killing pirates.​

 

[Michael Scott]

Steven jumped out of the transport right behind the officer and ran for cover behind a rock, scanning for any enemies that might have been patrolling the area, he found none. It was finally his first official mission endorsed by the Alliance and his first mission to test the skills he developed as a Scout in training. Even though this was a simple observation mission with a secondary objective to stop any pirates in the area, his adrenaline was flowing like a nubian waterfall.

"Lieutenant," Steven said as he continued kneeling behind his cover, "area secure and no sign of the enemy."

 

[Xyrael]

The only thing Private Nathaniel was sure of at this point was that his Lieutenant seemed to be fairly annoyed. He exited the transport and secured his rifle, double checking to make sure the safety was off. His eyes scanned around landing site, knowing that if the pirates had any wits about them, they'd have noticed the approaching transport. They were standing in a clearing within a lightly wooded area that would provide plentiful cover to an enemy. He felt exposed, and he quickly scanned his surroundings, looking for a place to take cover in the event he was attacked. It had become second nature for him. Once satisfied, he looked to his lieutenant, eager for orders, his finger near the trigger that he had become so used to. He just hoped that the LT didn't let his anger get to him and become overly reckless.