Darek Sjaa
Deus Vult
Avalonia
Uninhabited Ground
Raid
The long snout of an E-11S found it's way over pieces of rock and glass. A rifle that had been maintained with the careful hands of one trained in it's maintenance and one who treated the weapon with the respect it deserved. Behind the beast crouched an uneducated man that possessed a remarkable ability to align the tool with the gray matter or cardiovascular center of a being and end their existence.
He wore the armor of the First Order Stormtrooper Corp besides the helmet which was hooked onto his pack, which lay next to his position in the Crows' Nest. In the rig's place sat a turned about white BDU cover. One of the few luxuries afforded by his NCO status and occupation. His eyes scanned from behind a scope that had been rigged up to his armor's systems. Relaying information to an eye piece that sat over his left eye relevant to taking a shot that processed itself a hell of a lot faster than the user could themselves. His vision was filled with a picture of man vs nature, crumbling concrete structures and their durasteel frames as he scanned for anything that could be interpreted as out of the ordinary. There were two of his fellows positioned similarly with their respective spotters. The Private next to him had only recently graduated for the Academy and possessed a zeal that Derek hadn't experienced for some time. He did what he did, and what was willed by God. It had ceased to be a thing to be worked up over until an issue arose. The only slightly biologically younger human beside him had yet to acquire the same near apathy.
They were providing overwatch for the group of grunts and a few Company men that were soon to be knocking on what was assumed to be a subversive hide out. He wondered if the poor bastards knew how screwed they were. They'd yet to had a clearing that resulted in anything less than one hundred percent casualties on the side of the dissidents, with all traitors either killed or captured for interrogation.
Uninhabited Ground
Raid
The long snout of an E-11S found it's way over pieces of rock and glass. A rifle that had been maintained with the careful hands of one trained in it's maintenance and one who treated the weapon with the respect it deserved. Behind the beast crouched an uneducated man that possessed a remarkable ability to align the tool with the gray matter or cardiovascular center of a being and end their existence.
He wore the armor of the First Order Stormtrooper Corp besides the helmet which was hooked onto his pack, which lay next to his position in the Crows' Nest. In the rig's place sat a turned about white BDU cover. One of the few luxuries afforded by his NCO status and occupation. His eyes scanned from behind a scope that had been rigged up to his armor's systems. Relaying information to an eye piece that sat over his left eye relevant to taking a shot that processed itself a hell of a lot faster than the user could themselves. His vision was filled with a picture of man vs nature, crumbling concrete structures and their durasteel frames as he scanned for anything that could be interpreted as out of the ordinary. There were two of his fellows positioned similarly with their respective spotters. The Private next to him had only recently graduated for the Academy and possessed a zeal that Derek hadn't experienced for some time. He did what he did, and what was willed by God. It had ceased to be a thing to be worked up over until an issue arose. The only slightly biologically younger human beside him had yet to acquire the same near apathy.
They were providing overwatch for the group of grunts and a few Company men that were soon to be knocking on what was assumed to be a subversive hide out. He wondered if the poor bastards knew how screwed they were. They'd yet to had a clearing that resulted in anything less than one hundred percent casualties on the side of the dissidents, with all traitors either killed or captured for interrogation.