E iā mākou i Ka Hale (Make us a Home) [Closed]

[Ardgal Raxis]

The woman nodded to Myles. She wasn't impatient, she wasn't hurried. Those things got the job done wrong, and jobs done wrong got people killed in this business. And Virgil was all about getting the job done right so people could come home. "Of course. Sargent Ares and Sargent Reynolds will be ready to accompany you whenever you are ready for him and the godkillers to your mission."

As one last gift before they parted, she sent Ares' and Reynold's comm frequency to the man. Ares was one of the Godkillers, one of the few who chewed through force users for a living and spat them out as bloody pulp. He had a squad under him of like-minded individuals. Cold as ice, hard as durasteel. Reynolds was over a squad in the Alpha company. They were great shock troopers. Some of the best you could ask to come with you into your classic fire fight--or to just spray out death in the armfuls.

With her work done with Myles, the woman pulled out a series of datapads and began perusing, preparing for the military base they would be crafting in a matter of days. Outside the sound of the raxis employees clearing the jungle could be heard with great alacrity, in a beautiful symphony of change. She pressed her helmet comm close to her ear, "Very good, Davorak. Stay frosty. Out."

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[Myles Davorak]

Now it was time for Myles to work in his element. The female Mandalorian was kind enough to give him access to Alpha Company and the God Killers should he need them.

He figured it was best to go alone during the recce, he could cover ground more unnoticed. He was edging further into the jungles. Slowly and silently he crept. He came upon a clearing surrounded by jungle trees and thick foliage. in the middle was a rock cliff which was complimented by a gushing waterfall. The village lay at the base of this rock formation. He could see Gamorreans going about their business, using the waterfall as their main source of water.

Ticonderoga, appropriate name for a waypoint for a place so well hidden. He thought to himself.


He took out his binos and surveyed the area. He estimated about 20-30 Gamorreans alone in this village.He went down to a crawl and advanced to a higher position nearing the rock formation. They were sharpening their axes, making defenses ready. They knew that trouble had come to their paradise. He saw what would be the Alpha Gamorrean, a bigger scarred beast he was he was squawking and squealing orders. A hunting party from the looks of it.

He had to act quicker than he thought, they would be marching to Raxis and his men, he didn't want that to happen. He knew he would have to contact Alpha Company.

Getting his smoke grenade ready he quipped on the comms channel
<<Reynolds, This is Myles at target designation Ticonderoga. I need your men to converge on my position ASAP. Stealth is required, these pigs don't know we are comin for em. Be sure your thermals are in working order, cause this place is going up in smoke>>

His plan was to take a shot at the Alpha, cover the village in smoke, and issue a clean and sweep operation. Nothing would be left.
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[Ardgal Raxis]

It took hours to begin the first clearing was completed. The useful timber was stacked up to be reused as housing for the RMIA compatriots, the rest was taken into large vats by the Shapers.

"Everything is of essence," Alaka'i explained, "We believe that all life has a use, that nothing is worthless. All we make is taken from something else. Most would burn these plants, which is a total waste of their life," she waved to the large vats bellow them in the shaping chambers of their ship, "But with these we will take the biological compounds and reuse them, shaping them into biots, food, or fuel of some sort." her dark eyes looked back at his helmet, "Everything has a purpose. To be frank, this is why we hate outsiders. They take what is a blessing and corrupt it, they destroy it and take it for granted. They throw away sacred life and treat it like an inconvenience. And what do you get? Polluted planets, destroyed ecosystems, mass diseases, plagues, horrible consequences. All for your pride, all for your desire to take something useful and twist it into what you preconceive."

Ardgal crossed his arms and said nothing to the tongue lashing. He waited a few moments to be sure the shaper had finished her lecture before opening his mouth.

"I am not one to waste anything," he said at last, "I believe its a horrible sin. But not out of the same religious fervor you do, I believe it because its true. When you've been without and you've been horribly destroyed, you are a changed man. Trust me on that."
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<<Willco, Myles,>> said the husky and personable voice of Reynolds. <<One set of fire crackers coming up on your location.>>

The squad loaded up into the Hardback, the eight tires kicking up a spray of dirt and grass as it began to rip through the forest after Myles. The ride was bumpy, jostling the men in their armor like sardines in a can. It took only 15 minutes for them to come crashing in on his position. The Hardback broke through into the clearing, catching air off of a rise in the ground, the sound of its screaming engines filled the air for a moment before it came smashing down on one of the nearby houses. A spray of broken lumber and splinters filled the air. The top mounted rail gun began twisting, spraying a hot hail of lead on the pig-like foes as the hatch opened up. Eight of the Alpha company Commandos stormed out, their disruptor rifles screaming death.

<<Welcome to the party, gentlemen!>> Reynolds said with a loud shout of glee, <<Take down everything you see, we got ourselves a good ol' BBQ.>>

The Hardback fishtailed, spraying more ruined house bits into the air as it started smashing through several of the houses on a total rampage.

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[Myles Davorak]

The sight of the Hardback and the Alpha Commandos at work was enough to get Myles from his hidden position and start opening fire on the Gamorreans below him. He ran down the slope a few feet, stopped, then took aim at a few of the pigs and struck them dead. He would try to make this as quick and painless as possible.

Ill grant you quick deaths he thought to himself. He ran down to the outskirts of the village, away from the Hardback's rampage.

<<Alright, Commandos, as you know, clean and sweep is what we are doing here. Time to have a good BBQ, right Reynolds?>>

He tossed smoke grenades in the gaps of the huts to break his outline so he could maneuver deeper into the settlement. The alpha Gamorrean was nowhere to be found. Did he split?

No it couldn't have.

He breached a few of the smaller shacks and eliminated what would be hiding in there. Most of the Gamorreans were outside ready to engage. The technical and tactical superiority of the Commandos and Myles would be too much for the swine species. Smoke was piling up and pluming above the village. Ardgal and Virgil should be able to see it from their Corvette and from the FOB area.

<<Doing great! We will have this place cleared before dinner time. Keep an eye out for the Alpha, he may be tougher than the others>>

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[Ardgal Raxis]

<<Hell yea, bring on the bacon and smoked ham!>> Reynolds cackled with a hoarse laugh.

It was a killing house, and the Alpha squad--they were the butchers. The Gamorrean's tactics comprised of charging their foes with vibroaxes raised high in mad charges. The eight men and women tucked themselves together in a lose circle formation, covering each other's backs as the smell of charred flesh filled the air and green blood splattered onto the ground. The sounds of war, the last cries of screaming pigs, the blasts of destruction, filled the air. It was music to Reynold's ears.

Reynolds shouldered his rifle pulling a flame thrower from his back, <<On me, boys and girls! Let's blow this gas can!>>

He moved to the nearest house and set it ablaze, the dry wood quickly setting to flame. The soldiers around him followed not far behind, shooting and stabbing. Like a kid in a candy shop, he bound over to the next hut, setting it to golden flames with a howling laugh. Did he love his job? Probably too much.

<<Burn baby, Burn!>> he roared as the next home began to go up in flames. <<Take that you son of a-->>

His words were cut off with the sound of a hard crack of contact against his Matrix armor. The man fell on his back, eyes wide with surprise under his helmet. the Alpha Gamorrean, wreathed in flame and burns from being in the hut stood before him, with a triumphant squeal.

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[Myles Davorak]

Myles heard Reynolds get cut off....assuming the worst case scenario he sprinted toward Alpha Company and there it stood.....the Alpha Gamorrean, standing taller than the rest of his tribe, he pounded his chest in rage and bloodthirst.

"Reynolds, Ill draw it away, take time to recuperate and clear the rest of the village. He is all mine"

He fired his rifle from the hip and it hit the creature in the gut, but it remained unharmed. The Alpha squealed in anger and charged toward Myles.
Davorak took this opportunity to flee to the outskirts of the village, have a final showdown to determine the fate of this village.

He ran and ran until he came to the waters edge, nearing the waterfall he spotted during the recce. Whipping around he saw the creature not to far behind, Myles fired more shots at the creature; hitting its shoulder, then its thigh, then its torso. It was taking the shots like a damn sponge and remained unmoved. Before Myles could take evasive maneuvers the beast rammed into him with its shoulder, knocking his blaster carbine out of his hands and knocking it out of reach.

Myles landed on his back in the water, he was fully submerged.....then a mass jumped on top of him holding him down in the water. Myles was a decent swimmer but didn't know how long he could hold his breath.

He tried everything to throw the creature off balance, but none of it did any good. He inched his leg as far as it could to where he could draw his pistol that Virgil let him have. He could hardly see the Gamorrean's head, everything was getting muffled and blurry.

Myles drew the pistol and fired upward; miss....he fired another shot and heard it squealing in agony. The Alpha moved off of him a brief moment, enough time for Myles to get up out of the water. He swiftly shoved the pistol into the maw of the Gamorrean and fired two shots, to which the Gamorrean fell to the ground, lifeless and motionless....it lay in its final resting spot....for now that is.

Gasping for air Myles got back on the comms, he could rest when he was dead <<This.....is...Myles. Alpha has been taken care of.....what's the situation Reynolds? I gotta give Virgil and Raxis a report ASAP>>

After the transmission he bent over trying to recover some air before moving back to the village. He had hoped he performed up to what Raxis thought.

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[Ardgal Raxis]

It took half a moment for the repose to come through to Myles' question.

<<Myles, this is Private Taygon, Reynolds says his comms were damaged on impact. He wanted me to relay the village is clear. I repeat, the village is gone.>> said a younger but still equally lively voice. <<The Sarge is fine, he just has some bruising. No other injuries. We're all in tact. Moving in on your position.>>

A few moments later the smash-hungry Hardback would roar in on his position, carving huge furrows in the dirt as it slid to a halt near the other Mandolorian. The back hatch was still open, and there was plenty of room for Myles and a few dozen more men too--if they had them of course.

When the man was onboard, the heavy transport roared away through the forest, bumping along until they returned to the encampment. Night was coming soon, the sun of Pzob was nearing its setting. Lights had been set up along the camp, the perimeter had been secured rather tightly, but still several of the Vong and their biots were hard at work cleaning, clearing and preparing.
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Alaka'i lowered her head slightly, it wasn't much, but it was enough for Ardgal to see that he had hit something--and that he was going somewhere in terms of respect from her. He would take that and be glad. It was a lot of progress for one day.

"With planning, I suppose you should know what is in store," Alaka'i said, "We will need to begin the digging and shaping to make our ship womb. We will certainly need to be sure of security, this is a dangerous and exposed work, if any locals decide to interfere, we will have an even harder time making this happen. We will also need to begin growth on a Dovil Basin. This will be no ordinary basin, it will be large enough to protect us from orbital bombardment and act as a planetary shield in our crisis. This will take some time and is very volatile, General. If sabatuged, this whole colony will be for naught. Then, of course, we will badly need to begin construction on full scale growth chambers for our shapers. The ones aboard our ships can only sustain this pace for a limited time--even with the carnage I expect from your troops and their actions to fuel them."

Ardgal held up his hand to stop her as his comm blinked. He activated it, <<Yes?>>

<<Sir, Myles is back.>> one of the officers reported.

<<Send him to me for debrief.>>

<<Yes, sir.>>

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[Myles Davorak]

Myles, this is Private Taygon, Reynolds says his comms were damaged on impact. He wanted me to relay the village is clear. I repeat, the village is gone.

<<Solid copy Private Taygon, standing by for pickup....over and out>>,>

This was only one Alpha and he felt like this. Should he clear another village he would bring heavier firepower in anticipation for another Alpha Gamorrean.

He heard the jungle being ripped away and the massive Hardback came through at a hard slide near him.

With the rear hatch open, Myles climbed into the massive vehicle and sat with the rest of the team. He gave an approving nod and smiled at them for a job well done

"We did really good today. Raxis said you guys were good at what you do. He couldn't have been more correct..good fighting with you guys"

The ride was uneventful and bumpy, but that was okay. They arrived back at their FOB and things were already starting to take shape. Amazing at what work can be done in a few hours. Lights were penetrating the surface and security was being tightened, it was looking like a well guarded build site.

Reynolds briefly pointed to where Raxis would be, and Myles took his leave from the Alpha Commandos. His face was slightly cut and bruised but he didnt have time to tidy up, he wanted to give a report to Ardgal before prepping the next mission.

Ardgal was overseeing operations and Myles had come up behind him
"You requested to see me sir? I can say that this mission was a success but i guess you want the debrief?"

Myles was recalling the events and scenarios that happened today and relayed this info to the General
"This village, which i labeled as Waypoint Ticonderoga. Had an estimated 30 Gamorreans with primitive shacks and dwellings. All the buildings have been razed and the inhabitants eliminated. There was a "chieftain" of sorts, he was their Alpha. It engaged Reynolds when he and his men arrived to the AO. In short, the Alpha was killed and Alpha Company finished the objective. The area is ready for annex if need be"

He did volunteer information that if more "Alphas" exist, then heavy firepower would be needed to dispatch them
"The swine took 5 good shots from my rifle without flinching, heavy ordnance or larger caliber arms would be suggested to take them out"

He stopped there, he didn't want to overload the General with too much information while he was still in the middle of his task. He stood there, tall and awaiting further reply from [member="Ardgal Raxis"]

Myles would need a good hearty meal after all of this.
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[Ardgal Raxis]

Alaka'i quirked her eyebrow in a questioning look when Myles entered. Or, at least she would have if she had eyebrows. Ardgal listened to Myles' report with a series of short nods. When the man was done, the general removed his helmet and offered his hand for a shake, "Good work, Sir. We are thankful for your help."

When the shake was done he motioned to the Vong woman beside him, "Myles, this is Alaka'i, the lead shaper of this community and our leader of this Vong contingency."

She nodded tersely, "Charmed. The population centers we will be looking at, max out in the thousands there is no way our forces could take them if these Gamorreans are that resilient."

"You underestimate my forces," Ardgal said with a sideways glance, "But, for the sake of economy, we will DBZ their zones, starting immediately." He gave Myles a pleased smile, 'Thank you, sir. If you are up for it, we will have more work for you in the morning. Your efforts were paramount to truly understanding what we are up against. Go get your rest."

Night fell on the camp, and work by the Vong and their biots did not stop. With dawn came a new look on the camp, buildings were already erect, and more were rising. Parts and furnature were being moved in. Log cabins and permacrete bunkers were under way as well. When Myles finished his breakfast, his comm would ring. Virgil had a new job for him and was waiting aboard the Corvette that had landed and was powering the camp, Red Hope.

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[Myles Davorak]

"Good work, Sir. We are thankful for your help."

Myles nodded with confirmation and added "Thank ya for having me aboard General Raxis. This op is whipping me back into shape so its rewarding nonetheless."

"Myles, this is Alaka'i, the lead shaper of this community and our leader of this Vong contingency."

"Pleasure to meet you, Alaka'i, hope all is well on the homefront here."

'Thank you, sir. If you are up for it, we will have more work for you in the morning.Your efforts were paramount to truly understanding what we are up against.Go get your rest."

"I appreciate the extended offer, would love to help out some more. Good progress is being made here. I could use the exercise and the opportunity, if you will have me. Anything you need, as always I will provide the best that I can."

Myles went back to his ship and slept. He felt most protected while in his ship, heck he even lives in the thing. Morning broke early for Myles as he could feel his fibromyalgia creep up on him. Davorak had some medication that helped quell the pain, but with his case the fibromyalgia can be severe sometimes and mild other times. He didn't wanna take chances and took a helping dose of the meds.

He was eating breakfast when his comms buzzed; alerting him that he was needed aboard the Corvette....No doubt Virgil would brief him, and that was okay. Myles enjoyed her company, as well as Ardgal's he felt a strong liking to them....he felt a kinship of some kind-- it was hard to explain and Myles didn't want to elaborate on that.

Myles walked aboard the Corvette and found the War Room, where that familiar female stood, waiting for him to arrive

"Ah Virgil, nice to see ya again. What do you have for me today?"
He could only go up from here.
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[Ardgal Raxis]

"Myles, thank you for your cooperation," she said. Virgil was never one for social fluff she cut right to business.

"Your next mission will be slightly different," Even if her displeasure could not be seen on her face behind her helmet, it could be heard in her voice as the woman spoke. "Last night we began bombardment, destroying several of the major cities the Gamorreans held. These holds have been reduced to dust, later clean up teams will be routed out to manage the area and begin a reconstruction for the Vong. But for now our focus is on aquiring the manpower to do so, and that requires us to use other methods."

She tapped on the holographic table in their briefing room bringing up one of the Gamorreans. "Although we have successfully destroyed high population centers and irradiated at least 60 percent of the Gamorreans on the planet, that leaves us with numbers in the high hundreds of thousands on this continent," It was chilling how emotionally detached her words were as she described the mass destruction the woman had personally ordered. "The Vong believe they can take several of the Gamorreans and adjust them to more equitable statuses by slight alterations to their DNA and their brain structures. The Gamorreans get to live and we get to add to our ranks several working hands. I think its a bit of a win for us both."

She tapped the table again, and the map zoomed in on an area, "Here on the hilltop we have a concentration of Gamorreans in the hundreds. They have taken up recent holding here over night after the bombings, these are survivors from the previous cities we demolished. This is your target. Bring as many of these Gammorreans in alive as you can for testing. I will be leading another strike team to a different location, we are blitzing a series of targets of similar size across the continent. With you will be Reynolds from before as well as 100 more of the Alpha company and 100 of the vong intent on capturing these beings with you."


She tapped her thumbs together, his target looming between them, rotating in its blue holographic form, "Any questions on this mission?"

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[Myles Davorak]

The woman's cold replies didn't offset Myles one bit. She was work-oriented and he was okay with that.

"Straight to business huh? No problem. Sorry for my delayed arrival"
He listened on intently as the female Mandalorian briefed him on the situation. Seems as if he needed to go non-lethal for the mission to be a grand success.

The numbers and the details of how many Gamorreans were left on this planet shocked him....in just a couple of days they were able to seize a planet as they saw fit, granted Gamorreans aren't the toughest of foes, but the idea still shocked him to his core.

He crossed his arms and stared at the holoprojection, analyzing the terrain for tactical advantages and the like.

"Any questions on this mission?"

Myles snapped back to attention and replied to Virgil "Ill be utilizing non-lethal then....would i be able to have access to the armory, there are some more toys i would like to pick up and try...if that's alright. If not, then my blaster has a stun setting i can use."

It's not that he needed the equipment, he just wanted to see what was in store. Heck, he could even be in the market for General Raxis' gear.

"Other than that, i have no other questions and i will get started stat. Thank you for your time as always Virgil, stay safe"
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[Ardgal Raxis]

It was amazing what you could do with a few well placed turbo laser shots from orbit--and it was even more amazing when you could do it with several dozen turbolaser shots.

Good, there were no endless arrays of questions. Virgil liked efficiency more than anything else in this galaxy. Efficient meant detachment, detachment meant no pain from loss. She didn't need any more of that in her life.

"Unfortunately, we haven't begun to broach the non-lethal market yet," Virgil said with a hint of longing in her voice. She tapped her gauntlet and one of the panels on the wall opened up, revealing a massive silver canister with the black letters CMO2-06 emblazoned on the side. "Early on, during our conception as a company we created this gas to help subdue our enemies. It was primarily intended to help alongside lethal weaponry, but it is highly effective. Feel free to use as much as you need." She tapped her gauntlet again, and the other panels slid open, "You are welcome to our armory at any time, you are an part time employee, if not a contractor, for now. With that, use what you need, as you need it."

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[Myles Davorak]

"Early on, during our conception as a company we created this gas to help subdue our enemies.It was primarily intended to help alongside lethal weaponry, but it is highly effective. Feel free to use as much as you need."

Myles gave a mischievous look at Virgil and the canisters hanging on the wall. "Aye, these came in handy at the other village.....Ill take just a few, they are really good at dispersing and dispatching the enemy, Kudos to the R&D dept. on this."

Myles took a good amount of the canisters and clipped them on his tactical harness for ease of access.

"You are welcome to our armory at any time, you are an part time employee, if not a contractor, for now.With that, use what you need, as you need it."

Myles gave a respectful nod "Much appreciated Virgil. I should be all set now, and so i shall leave you to your op and team. Ill rendezvous with Reynolds and we should have mission success fairly soon."

And with that regard Myles departed from the War Room and found himself back on the planet's surface. Nearby he saw Reynolds with a good amount of his men standing by awaiting action. This would be fun

"Ah, Reynolds! Good to be working with you again. This next village is a little bit of a trek, but I am sure you men will make it no sweat. If you and your company are ready to deploy then we should depart so we can get there at a somewhat decent hour."

Myles didn't want to assume control of these Mandalorians, but instead wanted to work with them. He wanted Reynolds to still have control of his men, since he has been their leader for a long while now. Myles was just.....an extra hand. an outside contractor. He still enjoyed the moral attitude these men displayed during combat, it was enough camaraderie to spark inspiration and maximum effort.
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[Ardgal Raxis]

"Glad to be of service," Virgil said with her total stoicism before the man left. She grabbed her weapons soon after and got to work getting herself ready for this tactical snatch and grab.

Reynolds was still a little sore but the works of some bacta and a few medical procedures had done a great deal for him, now the Sargent was in fighting shape again. Even if he wasn't the man was not about to be held back from the action based on a few smacks and bruises, even if they were pretty bad bruises.

"Ready and gung ho to go when you are cochise," said Reynolds. He raised his rifle high, "Oya boys, lets saddle up and get running!"

His men clambored onto their waiting Hardback transports, several more of the same thing that carried them into the battle the first time. Along with it were a few of the Grinders that were there just in case things got too intense. When everyone was loaded up the transports peeled out and began screaming towards their target. Last minute weapon checks were going through the entire convoy, in each of the 4 different Hardbacks and 3 Grinders. Pre-combat jitters were being diffused with off-color jokes that by far exceed the PG-13 rating on this board.

"What's the plan here, boss man?" Reynolds asked [member="Myles Davorak"] setting his rifle to stun and cradling it like a baby, "We got 15 mikes till we get there, so you got time to slap something together if ya want."

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles chuckled at the man's attitude, he is what good camaraderie comes from.

"Ready and gung ho to go when you are cochise,"

"Glad to hear Sergeant Reynolds...hope your feeling better than you did yesterday." He laughed.

Climbing in the Hardback with the rest of the men made him feel like a part of this special task force. He enjoyed their humor and conversation while they were en route to their target destination.

"What's the plan here, boss man?"

Myles shook his head back to attention to answer the man's question
"Since we have to bring the pigs alive, we gotta do a little roundup and wrasslin' it may be ideal to scatter the lot. These Gamorreans can do a hell lot of damage grouped together, and they know that. Use smoke and or gas when available. This will scatter them through the village. We could use the Hardbacks to make an armored perimeter so that none escape. I seriously doubt their vibroaxes will do much damage against these vehicles. From there we use non-lethal as much as possible but I dont want you to lose any men today, if they are getting too close for comfort, then lethal force may be necessary"

He slapped a fresh energy cell into his rifle, which suffered a heavy beating from yesterday's skirmish. I will need to get a new one perhaps after all of this is over.

Myles didn't want to be giving the orders so he probed the mind of this well-off soldier.
"What are you thinkin' Reynolds? You got something in mind?"
The Hardback was nearing their destination each passing moment. Myles could feel the ground get more uneven and coarse from the vehicle bumping up and down as the suspension was caressing the terrain.
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"Sounds like a damn fine plan to me," the Sargent said after he heard Myle's plan. "We'll roll that around and crush it, we should have plenty of room to hog tie these bastards and strap em to the roof."

The convoy arrived at their target. A makeshift tent town had been erected the night before, most of it was barely functional "housing" of anything at all wedged in the valley between two hills. Lean-tos and tarp tents predominated the encampment that ranged in the hundreds of male, female, and runtlings. The Hardbacks circled both sides of the valley in no time and pandemonium began to set in. The pigs screamed, running into each other, they had been caught off guard. Some grabbed whatever was laying around and grabbed it to use as a makeshift weapon.

"Well, lookie here," Reynolds said stepping out of the transport with the rest of his men. "I love it when they struggle, makes it more fun."

The first wave of pigs began charging with screeches.

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[Myles Davorak]

Once the Hardbacks were in position, Myles exploded out of the vehicle ready to bag'n'tag as this operation should take no time at all....they did have the tactical advantage of catching the porcine off guard.

Myles stayed in the general vicinity of Reynolds and his men, he felt more safer and more efficient that way...strange to say that since he was a lone operator most of the time.

Davorak looked over at the Sergeant who was no doubt ready for a fight today
"Let's see how fast we can get this done, Godspeed everyone"

Smoke was filling the village and the Gamorreans were scrambling for defenses...if they even had any ready. Myles had a basic respirator on to filter out the particles and smoke, some of the female and runtlings were caught off guard by the attack that most of them were knocked out by the gas. The gas should have a decent time of effect, enough time for them to load them up and haul 'em back to base. Myles wanted to clear the village first before they started loading, ensures that they have proper security in place.

The stun setting on his blaster rifle was initiated and he was peppering the Gamorreans like no tomorrow, they were dropping like flies too, they weren't getting close enough to engage lethal action or CQC. This was perfect.

KLANG! Myles was caught off guard. A Gamorrean warrior had thrown a sizable piece of debris which hit Myles square in his left shoulder, making him lose grip of his rifle
"Damn!!! That's my shootin' arm!"

Out of reaction and rage, Myles quick drew his Punisher pistol and fired 3 blind shots--killing the Gamorrean in its tracks.
He looked down at the ground for a split second and cursed at the ground for losing his temper, he holstered his pistol and was unable to shoulder his rifle left handed so he had to shoot right handed for the time being....that was alright though.

So much for a smooth operation.
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[Ardgal Raxis]

Stunned Gamorreans were quickly hog tied (pun... sorta not intended) and thrown in semi-neat piles. It was really a clean up job. The biggest challenge was making sure their trigger fingers didn't get sore. The Alpha Company comandos fanned out, covering greater area as they came in from the north and south. When the Gamorreans ran for the hills (literally), they found other commandos cresting the surface, shooting down on them with paralyzing stun rounds.

One Gamorrean bull charged Reynolds as the Sargent was reloading his rifle.

"Oh hell no," the man shouted lurching back in time to barely miss the pig. The butt of his rifle extended instinctively, crushing the nose of that oinker. The big fat boy was tagged, bagged, and piled in with the rest. "Not this time, kiddo."

It took a lot less time than one would expect, but then again, they were little more than savages. When they were done, all the pigs were gathered up and tossed in the backs of the Hardbacks. Reynolds went to over see some of the gathering and storing with two of the Privates.

"Sir," one of the younger commandos said approaching [member="Myles Davorak"]. He gave a salute, "Gusberg reporting. I found something. I thought you should know."

The man led Myles to one of the hills, its mossy side was covered in scuff marks and boot prints from the work they had done gathering their targets up. His voice quivered with uncertainty, "Sir, I think that this is more than just a hill."

His gauntleted hand rubbed over the surface, revealing a sheet of quadranium steel. "I found this just on accident, running down, it sounded a little too metal." He swiped again revealing a few black letters, He brushed more, "This is my first day on the job here, sir. I was just promoted from the general ranks. Its a new thing for me to be among these commandos. And thing is I don't know what we are supposed to--"

His words caught in his throat at the revelation of the dark words emblazoned on the front. He swallowed hard, fear scrawled across his face. Just two words had changed him from uncertain youth to terror-filled being.

Project: Madman​

 

[Myles Davorak]

The op was going very well, Gamorreans were being loaded into the Hardbacks and the plan was being executed fairly well.

Once the dust had settled and the Gamorreans were mostly loaded up, a younger recruit had come up to him

"Gusberg reporting. I found something. I thought you should know."

What could he have found?!

Myles was nervous yet curious at what Gusberg had found, after explaining what exactly he found, it left him in bewilderment......
"What is it? What did you---Kriff.....Project Madman?!"

He wasn't sure what exactly was under the hill, buried deep within the surface of Pzob. Seems either to be a facility or some kind of vessel, he wasn't sure but this wasn't sitting right with him. Pzob was supposed to be inhabited by Gamorreans only......it wouldn't make sense for there to be anything else...advanced technology or not.

Myles at first was hesitant on calling it in, but Ardgal or Virgil may find it interesting, as he was sure they would dig it up for sure.

"Thank you Gusberg, for bringing this to my attention. Ill be sure to let your superiors know the perception and skill you showed today"


Myles shook his head dammit, this could be bad....or it could slow our progress.

Davorak got his Holocom out of his harness pocket and transmitted a video message to [member="Ardgal Raxis"] and Virgil

<<General Raxis; Virgil. One of your men, Gusberg has found something......strange hidden beneath surface here. Sixty paces from the Hilltop village, he found thick metal plating underground....Its huge. Not sure if its a ship, facility or containment box. But stenciled on the metal is written Project: Madman. May be advised to send a crew here to excavate the perimeter. Gamorreans have been rounded up. What are your orders?>>