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ABHEAN
Cybernetic replacements fixed and configured, it was time for the shadowguard to return back into the field. It had been a strange few months, perhaps more stinging of his humiliating retreat was the fact that he had been stripped of the very prestige he leaned upon to give his life worth. However, in the actions committed by his superiors, they had created an even more dangerous operative. Now with nothing to lose and hungry to prove his worth to the Empire, the former commander had a massive chip on his shoulder. This would be the first mission to show the galaxy, just who he really was.
He was dressed in an ebony duraplast and steel configured armor, bearing no insignia of any kind on his person. It was as if he was a rogue agent or perhaps a secret assassin tapped for the Empire's dangerous mission. He didn't arrive with his deployed comrades, but instead commissioned a single high speed vessel to fly over the desired coordinates. The team would rendezvous closer to target, as having all three agents arrive in concert would have likely been more suspicious. In the thickness of night and concealment of the void, clouds glistened over pale moonlight as the vessel came to a vertical distance of approximately 300 meters, cargo hold snapping open. The shadowguard leaped from the bay, barreling towards the ground with ascending velocity. Lever pulled across his chest as a large black parachute activated from the back straps, the armored figure gliding until he made contact with the ground and came to a rolling halt.
Parachute dragged behind his body for several meters until he finally disengaged it from his breast plate, preparing his armaments and deployed weaponry. He carried his signature weapon: The Devastator Carbine and loaded an ammunition pack. Two fragmentation grenades, two smoke grenades, a grapple line, twin carbine blaster pistols at his hips, and a vibro-knife concealed on his back. Fingers adjusted the HUD scope, a ghastly green glow radiated from the barrel of his customized weapon along with a fine green laser sighting.
Black armor made him virtually invisible to be seen in the Abhean nightfall, he making his way towards a set of coordinates agreed upon by his teammates for this operation. The Rendezvous point, conveniently located half a kilometer from the outskirts of the settlement. It seemed this Admiral preferred to live in solitude, comforted by the mountains but also secluded from any immediate assistance.
@Gian Greydragon @Luster