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Uncharted Asteroid Field
Ison Corridor
0230 Galactic Standard Time
"Pirating the Pirates..."
Ison Corridor
0230 Galactic Standard Time
"Pirating the Pirates..."
"Get Ready!"
"Stand up!"
"Check equipment!"
"Sound off for equipment check!"
(The sound off is positive)
"Shuffle to the ramp!"
"Stand in the ramp!"
...
"Oya!"
"Stand up!"
"Check equipment!"
"Sound off for equipment check!"
(The sound off is positive)
"Shuffle to the ramp!"
"Stand in the ramp!"
...
"Oya!"
It was always an odd sensation, those strange seconds that felt like hours when you were in free-fall. But every time instinct and muscle memory took over and your body reacted like it was supposed to, and before you know it you're on the ground with a light thud and a puff of space dust. This particular landing wasn't nearly as rough as her approach to Tekshar Falls had been on Kuat, Arya thought. This one was quiet and careful, the exact opposite approach of the massive snap raid on the Alliance stronghold she'd led over a decade ago. A quick glance around showed her that the rest of the commando's had landed in a pattern across the rocky valley of the asteroid. The only audible sound was her own breathing echoing in her helmet as her armor recycled the air, cycling in the oxygen reserves from the tank on her back. A small blue digital readout populated in the corner of her HUD, counting down the amount of air she had left. The backup tank gave her several hours, but it was a long hike across the asteroids surface to the Pirate bases entrance. Arya slowly pulled back the charging handle on the silenced slug thrower slung across her chest, ensuring that a round was chambered. The clack of the handle sliding forward was totally inaudible in the vacuum. The only sensation was biting cold that worked its way into even her temperature regulated suit- Zero G work was uncomfortable, and she knew she had to get moving before she froze. A silent wave of the arm set the team into motion- no point in risking short range communications yet- as the stealth Haranov faded into the distance, a barely discernible black smudge against the background of stars.
It had taken weeks of work by scouts to pin down the probable location of the Pirate base, and even more stealthy scouting and risky, quiet scanning runs to devise the current plan of attack. The Rebellion was too busy elsewhere to devote resources to this endeavor, and the Confederacy couldn't risk a blind attack with their limited resources. Spending a great deal of money and effort retrofitting one of their several Haranovs had presented a solution. And now, here she was, freezing and breathing filtered air as she stalked inexorably into a pirate den. Arya couldn't deny it was a bit of a thrill- one she hadn't felt in a long time. There wasn't anything else in the galaxy quiet like a high risk stealth infiltration with a troop of Mando'ade commandos at your back. She scanned her immediate surroundings, wary of the possibility of early warning devices planted by the pirates, and then caught sight of aliit'alore Delmon Skyblade looking back at her from a few dozen meters away. She wondered what the man behind the blank face plate was thinking.
Arya gave her wrist chrono a double tap and held up two fingers for her fellow Alore, then pointed magnetic West from their position. Two hours out...
@Seanna Vel @T.J