Well-Known Member
Location: Yinchorr, Detention Center
Objective: Prisoner extraction
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Rinoi Ssiv
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Aeshi Tillian
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Julius Sedaire
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Saram Kote
Audren took the bottle handed to him and gave it a sniff, then passed it on. He wasn't above drinking by any means but drew a line when the stuff smelled like fighter fuel. So far the situation didn't sound so bad: standard patrols and guards, don't know they're coming. It was a prison, but a prison what was effectively a backwater planet. Plus they had a distraction; once they hear the fighting they go, sneak in under the radar, get the prisoners, and get out. It wasn't a bad plan, especially with the squad of Mandalorian soldiers they had.
The distant explosion was apparently the go-signal. The organizer of this whole event launched forward in his green speeder. The others in the strike force followed suit, leaving behind only those members of the support crews who stayed with the hidden ships. As soon as they broached the shelter and dropped into the valley separating the rally point from the prison gusts could be felt. Rinoi was first and the Sephi could see the sudden deceleration those winds caused, and many of the speeder bikes had trouble keeping a straight line. The pilots were bobbing and weaving like they'd finished off a bottle of the Liberty's Flame each. The speeder trucks were less-affected given how much heavier they were, but they were also significantly slower. Even souped-up as they were they were only about half as fast as the bikes, so it took them just under a minute to get to the other side.
While waiting for the launch command one of the pilots had managed to tap into signals. Air Traffic Control broadcasts were available to all legitimate vessels but a comm scanner was more impressive. Much of the traffic was encrypted, as benefited military comms, but it was enough to get an idea of how much was out there. As could be expected the amount of comm traffic increased exponentially once the frontal assault started, but there was still much more than anticipated. Plus the ATC feed showed a lot more ships than anticipated for such a planet. It was almost enough to worry.
"Incoming."
Now it was time to worry. A glance at the ATC feed showed that some unknown person had dispatched starfighters to the prison and they were heading in fast. The trucks had finally arrived to see several speeder bikes abandoned outside the wall, some more concealed than others. They hadn't planned on using them, but the two drivers hurriedly broke out the Thuraen netting and began spreading it over their transports. The netting was a near-perfect match to the surrounding ground and on the unlikely chance that the vessels had thermal scanners the temperatures were pretty darn close as well...desert planet compared to engines and all.
Meanwhile, Audren had been one of the last ones to scale the wall. A minute twitch of Force power alongside the classic grapnel-and-rope combo allowed him to scale the wall quickly and roll into cover before the fighters got into view. There were no bodies visible in this immediate stretch of wall: either those who'd arrived earlier had hidden them, no traces had been left, or there hadn't been any in the first place. Once the fighters had dropped out of range the Jedi slipped over the side and down into the main prison, rifle carbine held at the ready. It took just a matter of seconds to catch up with the others in the party.
"SM-1, how important did you say this prisoner was? Some yokel scrambled starfighters and has them buzzing around outside."
Objective: Prisoner extraction
Tags:
Rinoi Ssiv
|
Aeshi Tillian
|
Julius Sedaire
|
Saram Kote
Audren took the bottle handed to him and gave it a sniff, then passed it on. He wasn't above drinking by any means but drew a line when the stuff smelled like fighter fuel. So far the situation didn't sound so bad: standard patrols and guards, don't know they're coming. It was a prison, but a prison what was effectively a backwater planet. Plus they had a distraction; once they hear the fighting they go, sneak in under the radar, get the prisoners, and get out. It wasn't a bad plan, especially with the squad of Mandalorian soldiers they had.
The distant explosion was apparently the go-signal. The organizer of this whole event launched forward in his green speeder. The others in the strike force followed suit, leaving behind only those members of the support crews who stayed with the hidden ships. As soon as they broached the shelter and dropped into the valley separating the rally point from the prison gusts could be felt. Rinoi was first and the Sephi could see the sudden deceleration those winds caused, and many of the speeder bikes had trouble keeping a straight line. The pilots were bobbing and weaving like they'd finished off a bottle of the Liberty's Flame each. The speeder trucks were less-affected given how much heavier they were, but they were also significantly slower. Even souped-up as they were they were only about half as fast as the bikes, so it took them just under a minute to get to the other side.
While waiting for the launch command one of the pilots had managed to tap into signals. Air Traffic Control broadcasts were available to all legitimate vessels but a comm scanner was more impressive. Much of the traffic was encrypted, as benefited military comms, but it was enough to get an idea of how much was out there. As could be expected the amount of comm traffic increased exponentially once the frontal assault started, but there was still much more than anticipated. Plus the ATC feed showed a lot more ships than anticipated for such a planet. It was almost enough to worry.
"Incoming."
Now it was time to worry. A glance at the ATC feed showed that some unknown person had dispatched starfighters to the prison and they were heading in fast. The trucks had finally arrived to see several speeder bikes abandoned outside the wall, some more concealed than others. They hadn't planned on using them, but the two drivers hurriedly broke out the Thuraen netting and began spreading it over their transports. The netting was a near-perfect match to the surrounding ground and on the unlikely chance that the vessels had thermal scanners the temperatures were pretty darn close as well...desert planet compared to engines and all.
Meanwhile, Audren had been one of the last ones to scale the wall. A minute twitch of Force power alongside the classic grapnel-and-rope combo allowed him to scale the wall quickly and roll into cover before the fighters got into view. There were no bodies visible in this immediate stretch of wall: either those who'd arrived earlier had hidden them, no traces had been left, or there hadn't been any in the first place. Once the fighters had dropped out of range the Jedi slipped over the side and down into the main prison, rifle carbine held at the ready. It took just a matter of seconds to catch up with the others in the party.
"SM-1, how important did you say this prisoner was? Some yokel scrambled starfighters and has them buzzing around outside."
