Touchdown

[Prudence]

4th Moon of Yavin
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Republic shuttle Vigilant dropped out of hyperspace above the forest moon of Endor. Inside the troop bay of the shuttle sat four heavily armored Death Watch soldiers, including the Mand'alor himself, Prudii Kyramud. The mission was simple, get in, get the target, and get back out. Prudii had considered asking for Republic Armor to go with the ship when he had negotiated the contract, but given the nature of who they'd be facing Prudii had decided they would need their own armor for this.

Helmet sitting beside him Prudii stretched a bit, popping his back and then glanced around at the two other men here with him. Prudii began checking the power levels on his various blasters and carbines, ensuring the weapons were ready for combat.

"Is everyone clear on the objective? When we touch down we move immediately. Time will be short because we're outmanned here. We have two Hunter-Class's in orbit ready to provide air support should we need it, but otherwise we need to use our element of surprise. We will find Darth Vrastic, and Commanders Sar and Skirata, move on them, subdue them, and bring them into the shuttle for evac. If anything goes wrong you let me know and we GTFO. Got it?"

@Cinereous
@Daz

 

[The New Guy]

THEME
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Chos was feeling the adrenaline pumping through him. He'd taken some serious white spice to get him going, and he was ready to take the hyperway to hell. He hadn't really read the mission dossier, he had only joined to get some fresh air and follow Prudii into possible combat. The only thing that he had read on the dossier stated that they were to be quick; and he was convinced the adrenaline-inducing spice he took was the best way to go fast.

The Mando was in full gear, and has his Nova carbine for once; he didn't want the explosive attention his XPC rifle came with. As he checked the charge on his rifle, Prudii spoke up. He only confirmed what Chos had remembered from earlier, quickly find, subdue, and extract their targets. When Prudii finished speaking, the high man let out a hearty "woohooo!". Not caring if his companions were judging him for the random action, Chos put his helmet on and got warmed up. He was ready to go.

 

[Daz]

Urou Brikas leaned back lazily in his seat, a wide grin plastered across his face. His helmet sat on his knee, pinned there by his massive hand. He idly flicked at the antenna, only half-paying attention to the orders... Until "...and we GTFO. Got it?" caught his full attention, of course, followed by Chos' exuberant expression.

"AHAHAHAHAHA!"

Booming laughter echoed through the troop bay; half directed at that "woohooo," and half at the last few words of Prudii's speech. "We're going to run if something goes wrong?" It took a huge amount of effort to suppress his laughter; it wasn't a good idea to laugh at the Mand'alor, but he found the notion of them having to run hilarious. He'd follow the orders, of course, if it actually came down to that, though. No need to die for something this small.

"...Got it. Beat up the Sith, bring 'em back alive." He was pretty sure he only got about twenty percent of the details right, but it was probably twenty percent more than the spiced-up Mando'ad beside him. The hulking Mandalorian pulled his helmet over his head, covering up the ever-present grin, before pulling himself up and out of his seat. Despite his laid-back posture, he was just as eager to land as Chos seemed. His hand rested on the hilt of the vibroblade at his hip, which reminded him... "What about the lightsaber?"

 

[Prudence]

The humming sound of the shuttle moving through space was pierced first by Chos's "Wooohooo" and then second by the shrill laughter of Urou. Prudii arched an eyebrow as he turned to look at the large Mandalorian man, currently laughing at his statement. The man then raised a question about them running if something went wrong. Prudii shook his head,

"This is a contract OP. It doesn't benefit us any except credits. Our people's lives aren't less valuable than fekking credits. If it goes to hell, we get out."

He then reached to his side and lifted his own helmet up, sliding it onto his head and into place with a pop-hiss. The sound was reassuring, reminding him that he was sealed into the suit should they lose atmosphere or encounter toxins. The larger man then began running through the mission plan one more time, and poised a question about the lightsaber.

"Keep it as a trophy if ya like."

He didn't care what happened to the lightsaber, as their employer hadn't specified that either.

The shuttle broke formation, moving through the atmosphere. The sudden resistance caused the shuttle to rattle and pitch as they sliced through Yavin like a blade. After a moment of turbulence the small craft shot out of the other end of the atmosphere and towards their target. He could see now through the viewports the sith emplacement that they were hitting. No doubt they had been detected on the way down, Prudii was counting on that. Meanwhile, the Hunter-Class Freighters above would have been detected as well, and those would be a much greater threat. The shuttle dropped towards an ancient stone building, large enough to serve as a central HQ and a hangar.

Several lances of superheated plasma launched from the shuttle, tearing into the roof and causing it to cave in as they approached. In the next moment, their shuttle would settle down through the hole and towards the ground.

Prudii turned to Urou,

"Go seal those hangar doors as soon as we touch down. We want to be alone in here if possible. Chos, you're with me. We're swarming the HQ."

A final tremor made its way through the shuttle as it touched down, settling into the mossy stone floor.

 

[The New Guy]

Chos had ignored everything Prudii and Urou had said, he was in his own little zone. He was running through vivid scenarios in his head as the shuttle made it's descent. He was picturing a small opposition, large opposition, no opposition, and was trying to paint possible escape routes in his head; which he wasn't very good at. Thankfully, he didn't have to think long because the shuttle gave a resounding thump to signal that they had landed.

The shuttle doors slid open, and the room they had landed in was empty; probably because they had caved the roof in. He ran out of the shuttle and waited for Prudii to file out. He watched as Urou ran to go seal the hangar, and then Chos ran with Prudii towards a nearby door. He wasn't sure if the door would lead towards the HQ, but he trusted Prudii's judgement.

 

[Urou Brikas]

Brikas nodded in response to his orders and stepped out behind Chos, before picking up the pace to get to a security terminal. It took a few moments to figure out the terminal's basic protocols - Urou wasn't the best with computers - but he managed to seal the hangar after a brief struggle. He glanced over his shoulder, just in time to see Chos' back disappear through one of the doors - a lucky break. He'd probably get lost if it he were a few seconds later. Then, after a frustrated kick to the base of the terminal, he started running again to catch up with the other two, barely maintaining a distance of twenty feet behind them.

At about halfway to the door he saw Chos enter, he remembered something --- he reached up for his wrist gauntlet, intending to make use of his Jumpers, and pressed a button, with a laugh. He strode forward, closing the remaining distance with ease... Before the Jumpers ran out of fuel. He zoomed past them, quickly extending his foot to stop himself, before losing balance and falling flat on his face. His explosive laughter mixed with a startled scream as his breastplate skipped against the ground, several yards in front of the other two. When he finally stopped, he pulled himself up with a grunt, and propped himself up against a wall, with a hand. Must've forgotten to swap out the cartridges.

 

[Prudence]

The halls of the pyramid-like hangar were dank and moist, with moss clinging to unnatural surfaces. The halls were dark, making vision without a light difficult. Prudii had activated the helmet mounted light on his helmet as they moved through the halls. Several steps away, Prudii saw a Sith technician step out of the command center. The man recoiled in surprise when he saw the Mandalorians, but Prudii cut him off. Grabbing the man's head he forced it hard against the wall, either killing or disabling him.

Stepping over the body he heard Urou soaring through the air to land near them with his jumpers. The large man caused quite a loud crash when he landed. No doubt the command center would now be bustling with activity, after the approach of a republic shuttle and their infiltration. His assumptions were proved correct when he turned the corner and blaster fire ricocheted through the air. It was small arms fire, as the two commanders found themselves unarmored, and only armed with their sidearms.

Prudii could also see the Darth standing behind them.

"Urou, Chos, handle the Commanders. I'll take the Darth."

 

[Loco]

Mikha'el looked at his wrist chrono. This mission was taking entirely too long, and he had plans he needed to get back to. He'd told the others he had an important appointment, and had even gone through the trouble of landing them inside the ancient temple just to speed things along, and now they were out there just... just lollygagging. Ha'raingir preserve them, it felt like they'd been here in this temple for weeks. He wasn't even sure why he was here, really- Prudii could have handled this job himself. Mik was being drug along just for babysitting the targets on the way to collect payment. The whole affair was a load of bantha poo-doo. Screw it, Mik thought, unbuckling his harness in the pilots seat of the shuttle. He'd show these schuta's how to complete a mission without moving at the pace of a dying dewback in the shade. Mik grabbed his sword on the way out of the cockpit, leaving his gun belt and pike behind- he wouldn't even need them for this.

"KYRAMUD!?! KYRAMUD, WHERE ARE YOU?!?"

The priest shouted impatiently, stomping across the stone hangar floor. Blaster fire down one of the hallways caught his attention, and he stalked towards it. The dark hallways hampered him not a bit as he legged it down the corridor, all irritation and swirling white cloak. He quickly caught up to the three warriors ducking blaster bolts fired wildly from within the control room. Without missing a beat, Mikha'el stepped past them all and right through the doorway. This clearly surprised the two soldiers standing near their master, and they momentarily hesitated. One of them managed to get a shot off, which Mikha'el caught in his armored glove with a grunt and a bit of aid from the Force. In retaliation, Mik flicked his wrist, sending the offending soldier flying into his comrade and crumpling them both in a heap on the floor. As the War Priest stepped around them, he gave one a nonchalant kick to the face to ensure he stayed down.

"Now you will face my wrath Manda-"

Darth "Whatever his name was"'s taunt was cut short by a rapid swing of Mik's blade. The Sith brought up his saber just in time to parry the blow, but was not fast enough to catch the spinning strike that severed his arm at the elbow, dropping his lightsaber to the ground. Another powerful Force push flung the Dark Lord through a transparisteel window with a crash until he rolled to a stop near the Mandalorians shuttle. He did not get up. Mik exhaled sharply, satisfied with his work, and made his way back toward the entrance to the control room. As he did so, the second soldier meekly raised a blaster from his spot on the floor. Mikha'el whacked him hard on the temple with the flat of his blade and moved on with his life.

"Are we done now? Mission complete, right? I've got osik to do."

@Prudence

 

[Prudence]

Prudii had been prepared for a rather boring and monotonous fight with the Darth, and was reaching for his vibroblade when Mikha'el stepped into the room. Like a hurricane he dispatched the two commanders as Prudii quickly switched to his XPC-71, taking aim at the Darth and letting three shots loose. The Darth had dispatched these pretty quickly, and that was a problem for him. Mik stormed through the Darth as well, knocking him out of the window.

Shrugging as he turned to exit the command center, stepping out down the ramp to exit into the hangar he said,

"Sure Mik. That was... fast. Pick up your prizes and load them in the ship."

He hooked his hand under the arm of the Darth and began dragging him towards the shuttle, sliding the man up the ramp towards the ship's hold.