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Three atmospheric transports moved in a v-formation across the sun-scorched landscape of outside of Sardonis City. The battle there had been hard-fought by ADI and the Rondani people, but at significant casualties. The numbers were in the hundreds, but volunteers had shipped in from a number of neighbouring towns and smaller cities. They were equipped with fresh kit daily, blasters and fresh armour to keep them fighting. The local atmospheric transports proved to be a bloody godsend, relieving the larger ships for major troop movements. In orbit hung The Helios, keeping vigilant watch over the ADI/PDF forces.
The transports used were one large VTOL lift craft carrying 10 men with a light-attack hovertruck slung from a couple of mag-clamps, accompanied by two small variable-tilt rotary wing craft, capable of carrying about 5 troops each. Their slow speed proved valuable in navigating the precarious path through the rugged mountains, the need to stay below sensor horizon absolutely essential. The radio station was about 40 seconds out. Men slapped power packs into their rifles and loaded up, ready to drop.
As they got closer, the transports rounded a mountain face and a long winding road ran beneath them right up to the gate of the station. Small arms fire opened up and pinged off the transports' hull, but when the anti-air opened up and flak puffed black clouds on the sky, evasive manoeuvres. The transports bucked and jerked, lurching with every blasts.
Warrant Officer Kaidan Solas clacked the charging handle on his fresh CZR-01 blaster rifle. He pushed his helmet onto his head and locked it in place, the HUD lighting up. He activated his comms and opened the line to the two officers present.
"I know you guys are the commanding officers, and with all due respect, it is my place to ask..." He had always been enlisted, but he'd been fighting for years, longer than most others, especially lieutenants. "You ready, mate?"
@TheHook1
@Cameron Foster
@Sal Falūd
[[OOC Thread]]
The transports used were one large VTOL lift craft carrying 10 men with a light-attack hovertruck slung from a couple of mag-clamps, accompanied by two small variable-tilt rotary wing craft, capable of carrying about 5 troops each. Their slow speed proved valuable in navigating the precarious path through the rugged mountains, the need to stay below sensor horizon absolutely essential. The radio station was about 40 seconds out. Men slapped power packs into their rifles and loaded up, ready to drop.
As they got closer, the transports rounded a mountain face and a long winding road ran beneath them right up to the gate of the station. Small arms fire opened up and pinged off the transports' hull, but when the anti-air opened up and flak puffed black clouds on the sky, evasive manoeuvres. The transports bucked and jerked, lurching with every blasts.
Warrant Officer Kaidan Solas clacked the charging handle on his fresh CZR-01 blaster rifle. He pushed his helmet onto his head and locked it in place, the HUD lighting up. He activated his comms and opened the line to the two officers present.
"I know you guys are the commanding officers, and with all due respect, it is my place to ask..." He had always been enlisted, but he'd been fighting for years, longer than most others, especially lieutenants. "You ready, mate?"
@TheHook1
@Cameron Foster
@Sal Falūd
[[OOC Thread]]
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