The mission began under a veil of white silence. Snow fell in thick sheets, muffling sound and cloaking the world in an endless frost. The small strike team trudged through calf-deep drifts, their breath forming clouds in the bitter air. Cloaks and armor were painted in muted grays and whites, blending them into the blizzard like ghosts. Their target was a Black Sun relay station guarded by the base of the mountainside. A frozen outpost feeding encrypted transmissions to orbiting ships.
Destroying it meant cutting off enemy coordination in the sector. But the outpost itself was moderately guarded, ringed with manned turrets and outfitted by hired guns that were well equipped against the cold. How trained they were against others that were heavily trained in all manner of things. Cassian wasn't the one to ever be cocky or to underestimate someone, yet he was eager to take the fight to these rabble.
The team advanced carefully as frost clung to their visors. Their gloved hands numbed against the cold metal of their rifles. The snowstorm was both shield and enemy concealing them, yet threatening to swallow them whole.
Every step closer meant greater danger. The glow of the relay's towers loomed faintly ahead, lights blurred by the storm. Their mission was simple, infiltrate, sabotage, and vanish into the snow before the Black Sun ever knew they were there. But in the frozen silence of that world, even the smallest mistake could turn this strike into a desperate fight for survival. There was a rally point near the base of the mountain close to the station, that was their destination.
Cassian glanced towards team lead, as his voice sounded off in their comlinks directing the squad to spread out, as the searchlights began to reach them. Yet their beams were distorted due to the snowfall, personnel froze immediately every time the light came near. Taking in a deep breath, holding their breath just as a small measure, by the far off chance that something else could be seen in the force forsaken blizzard.
It would be dumb luck if they were found out by the air they breathed.
Through the haze the rally point was near. Cassian looked over to the relay station as it became much more clearer. The steel fence was iced over and covered in frost.
A distant sound rang out, one of the hired guns somewhere beyond the fence cursed, the sound faint in the storm. The squad stayed low, hearts beating a little quicker than normal, waiting for the noise to settle back into silence.
The approach was almost complete. One more stretch of frozen ground, they would be at the rally point. Everyone would take their positions, the power to the facility would be cut and their strike would begin quick and swiftly.
Destroying it meant cutting off enemy coordination in the sector. But the outpost itself was moderately guarded, ringed with manned turrets and outfitted by hired guns that were well equipped against the cold. How trained they were against others that were heavily trained in all manner of things. Cassian wasn't the one to ever be cocky or to underestimate someone, yet he was eager to take the fight to these rabble.
The team advanced carefully as frost clung to their visors. Their gloved hands numbed against the cold metal of their rifles. The snowstorm was both shield and enemy concealing them, yet threatening to swallow them whole.
Every step closer meant greater danger. The glow of the relay's towers loomed faintly ahead, lights blurred by the storm. Their mission was simple, infiltrate, sabotage, and vanish into the snow before the Black Sun ever knew they were there. But in the frozen silence of that world, even the smallest mistake could turn this strike into a desperate fight for survival. There was a rally point near the base of the mountain close to the station, that was their destination.
Cassian glanced towards team lead, as his voice sounded off in their comlinks directing the squad to spread out, as the searchlights began to reach them. Yet their beams were distorted due to the snowfall, personnel froze immediately every time the light came near. Taking in a deep breath, holding their breath just as a small measure, by the far off chance that something else could be seen in the force forsaken blizzard.
It would be dumb luck if they were found out by the air they breathed.
Through the haze the rally point was near. Cassian looked over to the relay station as it became much more clearer. The steel fence was iced over and covered in frost.
A distant sound rang out, one of the hired guns somewhere beyond the fence cursed, the sound faint in the storm. The squad stayed low, hearts beating a little quicker than normal, waiting for the noise to settle back into silence.
The approach was almost complete. One more stretch of frozen ground, they would be at the rally point. Everyone would take their positions, the power to the facility would be cut and their strike would begin quick and swiftly.
