| Location | NJO Temple, Coruscant
| Objective | Infiltrate and Engage
DT-7477 felt their pod rattle as it broke atmosphere, silent while their flying tomb began to heat up on entry. The team had been tasked with infiltrating the surface, and had managed to do so before the planetary shields had been raised following the sudden incursion on Coruscant. Their task was a simple one; locate the energy grid that powered the shield and render it inoperable. Lifesigns showed stable, the heat of atmospheric entry illuminating the dimly lit pod. The pod's automated voice chirped at them, indicating their imminent arrival, flashes of red reflecting off their welded helmet. Brace. Brace. Brace. Impact in three..two...one... CRASH. The deathtrooper lurched forward in their harness as the pod crashed into the side of a building, tearing through duracrete and finding itself lodged into someone's living room.
The pod hissed and vented as steam escaped, depressurizing as the pod door flew off, DT-7747 stepping out with their E-11D hefted in hand, a stunned family of three huddling and shirking in free. The ominous gaze of the trooper's green visor fell upon them as they scanned the rest of the room, ensuring there were no threats.
The husband, a pale green Rodian, grabbed a knife off the counter and proceeded to lunge at 7747, prompting the trooper to let their weapon fall on their sling as they raised their arms to intercept the frenzied attack. It all happened so quickly, the Rodian having their arm twisted and broken before promptly being swung around, one of 7747's hands raising to cover their mouth while the other unholstered their sidearm. The barrel pressed against their side as two muffled shots went off, silencing the father as they immediately went limp, crumpling to the ground. The wife was ready to scream, clutching their child and averting their gaze, only to be stopped by 7747 leveling their sidearm directly at them with one hand while the other raised to where their mouth was in a gesture signalling silence.
