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There was tension in the air- he felt it, and so did the rest of the strike team. Everyone of them, all experienced members who had several years of service to their names and twice as many kills- none knew what failure meant and weren't eager to find out. They were seated within the cramped quarters of a drop ship modified for a stealthy fly-by as they soared across the black skies. It was a cloudy night with no visible light save for the moons but as far as everyone was concerned they were just the boogeymen painted black. Commandos, all of them.
And he was to lead them all. Fiddling with his DC-15A blaster, the trooper gave the compartment a quick scan of faces- none of them showed any signs of breaking. Yet he was still very much worried; there was a wild card. Newboy, he called him. Vin Corrin as he adamantly called himself but to the rest he was still pretty much boot as frakk. He had no interest in learning more about him than he ought to know, but was glad for his skill set regardless. Thyferra may have lush forests and dark swamps but the cities were where it was at. Tapping his helmet, he caught the attention of everyone else within the compartment before launching into a speech.
"Troopers- class time's in session. Talizabeth Outpost's been laid siege and it's up to us to break 'em out. Intelligence confirms they're not pirates or rebels, so all evidence points towards mercenaries or other external factors- could be the Hutts, though we've yet to have any confirmation on that." Hutts. Smugglers and beefed up pirates who lacked small unit tactics and their large scale invasions usually started with a bombardment before launching a ground invasion with heavy focus on overpowering the enemy rather than quick surgical blows. This was not their style, which meant mercenaries, and experienced mercenaries too. That was a scary thought- his last encounter with mercenaries had nearly cost him his life and Ishale's arm.
"Though OPFOR has the outpost surrounded, we've a few of our boys who've managed to sneak past the siege and set up contact with us. A small squad- we'll designate them as ALBION. Think anyone's around us, challenge word's Flash, countersign is Thunder. ALBION's been informed. We're to link up with them and get a further briefing on ground news, but we've an actual objective." He uploaded a holographic image of a turbolaser battery, the size of a 2 story building with its quad-barrels pointed upwards idly, with the shadow of a smaller gun with its base set up on a half-blown up building next to the turbolaser. It rotated in the middle of the compartment, fuzzing as the blue imagery tried to maintain stability.
"AA Guns. OPFOR has 'em set up not 7 klicks from the dropzone, another 2 from our main contact point. That thing's got a sphere of influence around 5 and a half klick with enough punch to knock out a bird out of the sky with a round, while the peashooter's got a smaller one for minor distractions- 2 to about 3 and a quarter. Once we link up with our contact, we hike to the ack-acks- designated GORGON- and knock it out with charges. Once it's down, fire a red flare and wait for the counter-flare; green. That's our confirmation that the rest of the garrison's out to fly. Then we sit down tight and await the shit storm that's gonna be headed our way until the evac is complete before heading to the extraction point- 10 klicks, out of the city. Shuttle'l be waitin' for us." he concluded even as the restriction bars lifted off of his chest. There was a muffled thump as their ride deposited itself gracefully onto their landing zone, the engines slowly humming. There was a rattle of activity as the soldiers performed last minute checks on their equipment. Corric for one activated his night-vision and found it working in perfect condition. Standing up, he shouldered his rifle and banged the barrier between them and the pilots.
The interior lights flashed green even as the bay door fell open softly, hissing like a rattle snakes. In the pitch dark, the quiet squelch of 16 night-vision goggles marked the only signs of life in the empty courtyard as matte-black troopers slowly creeped out of the shuttle, guns aiming around them. Taking advantage of the split second before the silence fell, Corric whispered. "Alright boys you heard the man- time for some hazard pay." A navigation marker flicked brightly on every individual soldier's HUD pointing towards south-west through a set of narrow buildings that opened up into a deserted highway. All was silent. All was dark.
Beware beware, they've come to snuff your spark.
And he was to lead them all. Fiddling with his DC-15A blaster, the trooper gave the compartment a quick scan of faces- none of them showed any signs of breaking. Yet he was still very much worried; there was a wild card. Newboy, he called him. Vin Corrin as he adamantly called himself but to the rest he was still pretty much boot as frakk. He had no interest in learning more about him than he ought to know, but was glad for his skill set regardless. Thyferra may have lush forests and dark swamps but the cities were where it was at. Tapping his helmet, he caught the attention of everyone else within the compartment before launching into a speech.
"Troopers- class time's in session. Talizabeth Outpost's been laid siege and it's up to us to break 'em out. Intelligence confirms they're not pirates or rebels, so all evidence points towards mercenaries or other external factors- could be the Hutts, though we've yet to have any confirmation on that." Hutts. Smugglers and beefed up pirates who lacked small unit tactics and their large scale invasions usually started with a bombardment before launching a ground invasion with heavy focus on overpowering the enemy rather than quick surgical blows. This was not their style, which meant mercenaries, and experienced mercenaries too. That was a scary thought- his last encounter with mercenaries had nearly cost him his life and Ishale's arm.
"Though OPFOR has the outpost surrounded, we've a few of our boys who've managed to sneak past the siege and set up contact with us. A small squad- we'll designate them as ALBION. Think anyone's around us, challenge word's Flash, countersign is Thunder. ALBION's been informed. We're to link up with them and get a further briefing on ground news, but we've an actual objective." He uploaded a holographic image of a turbolaser battery, the size of a 2 story building with its quad-barrels pointed upwards idly, with the shadow of a smaller gun with its base set up on a half-blown up building next to the turbolaser. It rotated in the middle of the compartment, fuzzing as the blue imagery tried to maintain stability.
"AA Guns. OPFOR has 'em set up not 7 klicks from the dropzone, another 2 from our main contact point. That thing's got a sphere of influence around 5 and a half klick with enough punch to knock out a bird out of the sky with a round, while the peashooter's got a smaller one for minor distractions- 2 to about 3 and a quarter. Once we link up with our contact, we hike to the ack-acks- designated GORGON- and knock it out with charges. Once it's down, fire a red flare and wait for the counter-flare; green. That's our confirmation that the rest of the garrison's out to fly. Then we sit down tight and await the shit storm that's gonna be headed our way until the evac is complete before heading to the extraction point- 10 klicks, out of the city. Shuttle'l be waitin' for us." he concluded even as the restriction bars lifted off of his chest. There was a muffled thump as their ride deposited itself gracefully onto their landing zone, the engines slowly humming. There was a rattle of activity as the soldiers performed last minute checks on their equipment. Corric for one activated his night-vision and found it working in perfect condition. Standing up, he shouldered his rifle and banged the barrier between them and the pilots.
The interior lights flashed green even as the bay door fell open softly, hissing like a rattle snakes. In the pitch dark, the quiet squelch of 16 night-vision goggles marked the only signs of life in the empty courtyard as matte-black troopers slowly creeped out of the shuttle, guns aiming around them. Taking advantage of the split second before the silence fell, Corric whispered. "Alright boys you heard the man- time for some hazard pay." A navigation marker flicked brightly on every individual soldier's HUD pointing towards south-west through a set of narrow buildings that opened up into a deserted highway. All was silent. All was dark.
Beware beware, they've come to snuff your spark.