Leandros Solus
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- Joined
- Dec 15, 2018
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Leandros held a fist up to his men, signaling for them to stop. Their approach on foot through the thick jungles of Yavin IV was moving far faster than he expected, and they were nearing their target. The Imperial military base here supplied the temple and kept communications open for this region of Sith-controlled space, and as part of his initial attack on the planet to take it he needed to take the base and destroy the comms station. Several other seasoned warriors traveled alongside him, rearing for action and hating the subtle approach with which their Mand’alor was taking this. With the Sith Empire dissolved and only relegated to a few key planets, they needed to have every advantage they could get in taking their worlds. In time, his warriors would see his ways as effective. They had no other choice.
The sounds of distant predators echoed throughout the noisy jungle and the howling wind disturbed the foliage enough to conceal their approach in the underbrush for them to get close. They were within a few dozen meters of the outpost’s walls now, and soon his attack would begin. Where others would try and remain subtle all the way throughout the operation, Leandros decided to give these bored Imperials a taste of Mandalorian shock combat.
With a sharp whistle, one of his men rushed forward and planted shaped explosives on the wall, primed them, and hustled back to his Mand’alor, handing him the detonator. Leandros looked at his fighters and nodded once, and they responded by raising their weapons. With a weighty clack, he triggered the bombs, and a harsh crack echoed in response. The explosives blew, turning the wall they were on into shrapnel and slag, sending fragments of durasteel forward. Molten hot chunks of metal ricocheted around and slammed through several unaware Imperials milling about, cutting short their career of service in an instant.
With a war cry, the Mandalorians charged through the breach or took to the skies with their jetpacks, raining down hate upon their enemies. Leandros ran forward several meters and leapt into the air, letting his jetpack send him over the breach and into the base. The Imperials were shocked by the sudden and unexpected attack, but he knew it would only be a matter of time before they rallied for the defense. He flew over the chaos below, heading for the garrison headquarters building to kill whatever leadership cowered within. Cut the head of the snake off and the rest will die, and all that.
He landed outside the entrance to the headquarters building, raising his Shriek-hawk and preparing to breach. Behind him, the sounds of battle sang out its sweet chorus to the gods, every slain Imperial avenging the death of his home, the death of his wife.
@Sreeya
The sounds of distant predators echoed throughout the noisy jungle and the howling wind disturbed the foliage enough to conceal their approach in the underbrush for them to get close. They were within a few dozen meters of the outpost’s walls now, and soon his attack would begin. Where others would try and remain subtle all the way throughout the operation, Leandros decided to give these bored Imperials a taste of Mandalorian shock combat.
With a sharp whistle, one of his men rushed forward and planted shaped explosives on the wall, primed them, and hustled back to his Mand’alor, handing him the detonator. Leandros looked at his fighters and nodded once, and they responded by raising their weapons. With a weighty clack, he triggered the bombs, and a harsh crack echoed in response. The explosives blew, turning the wall they were on into shrapnel and slag, sending fragments of durasteel forward. Molten hot chunks of metal ricocheted around and slammed through several unaware Imperials milling about, cutting short their career of service in an instant.
With a war cry, the Mandalorians charged through the breach or took to the skies with their jetpacks, raining down hate upon their enemies. Leandros ran forward several meters and leapt into the air, letting his jetpack send him over the breach and into the base. The Imperials were shocked by the sudden and unexpected attack, but he knew it would only be a matter of time before they rallied for the defense. He flew over the chaos below, heading for the garrison headquarters building to kill whatever leadership cowered within. Cut the head of the snake off and the rest will die, and all that.
He landed outside the entrance to the headquarters building, raising his Shriek-hawk and preparing to breach. Behind him, the sounds of battle sang out its sweet chorus to the gods, every slain Imperial avenging the death of his home, the death of his wife.
@Sreeya