Neldar Poska
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[member="William Kerkov"] [member="Corin Tal'verda"] [member=Aro]
It had been a long day, and now the time would be relatively late in the day, at least for Neldar. Treasure had no sense of time; no beauty sleep nor no schedule, and it was time to take it. Several Derriphan-class battleships loaded with troops and ready to launch some shuttles, with Neldar ready aboard his Argosy to give the order. The Derriphans being only 200m, incredibly ancient and unshielded vessels were merely to give Golan Arms some backbone in their fleet, which Neldar didn't like focusing on too much. Hundreds of terribly murderous and savagely ruthless Ganks were almost half of the fighting force, thirsting for blood. While two thirds of the force was occupied by ragtag bands of spacers, ready and willing to take up Neldars offer of treasure and goods, in exchange for helping him chabge the bases control over to him. It seemed a military base had formed with the medical facility, and both would make this a challenge to take over. Armed with Golan Arms branded nasty anti-infantry and anti-armor flechette weapons and stun grenade launchers, a little over a thousand smugglers, pirates, mercenaries and random assorted beings were ready to fill the backbone on Neldars ground force. The Mercs might be outnumbered by the military base alone by half a hundred or so, but even if they tore up the facility, they were going to make the walls and soldiers into swiss cheese, otherwise capturing enemies in groups in key places of the facility, rather than destroy absolutely everything.
"We ready?" Neldar asked over the transmission to his other ships crew and captains, including his own. The captains all agreed; some cheered, some nodded, some snoring, until the alarm was sounded. "Okay! Jump to Polis Massa, yes, go!" Neldar ordered, the ships all starting their hyperjump engines. Whatever would lay on the other side of jump, auto defense turrets, fighters, or capital ships, the battle was about to begin.
It had been a long day, and now the time would be relatively late in the day, at least for Neldar. Treasure had no sense of time; no beauty sleep nor no schedule, and it was time to take it. Several Derriphan-class battleships loaded with troops and ready to launch some shuttles, with Neldar ready aboard his Argosy to give the order. The Derriphans being only 200m, incredibly ancient and unshielded vessels were merely to give Golan Arms some backbone in their fleet, which Neldar didn't like focusing on too much. Hundreds of terribly murderous and savagely ruthless Ganks were almost half of the fighting force, thirsting for blood. While two thirds of the force was occupied by ragtag bands of spacers, ready and willing to take up Neldars offer of treasure and goods, in exchange for helping him chabge the bases control over to him. It seemed a military base had formed with the medical facility, and both would make this a challenge to take over. Armed with Golan Arms branded nasty anti-infantry and anti-armor flechette weapons and stun grenade launchers, a little over a thousand smugglers, pirates, mercenaries and random assorted beings were ready to fill the backbone on Neldars ground force. The Mercs might be outnumbered by the military base alone by half a hundred or so, but even if they tore up the facility, they were going to make the walls and soldiers into swiss cheese, otherwise capturing enemies in groups in key places of the facility, rather than destroy absolutely everything.
"We ready?" Neldar asked over the transmission to his other ships crew and captains, including his own. The captains all agreed; some cheered, some nodded, some snoring, until the alarm was sounded. "Okay! Jump to Polis Massa, yes, go!" Neldar ordered, the ships all starting their hyperjump engines. Whatever would lay on the other side of jump, auto defense turrets, fighters, or capital ships, the battle was about to begin.
