Catalys Maijora
Executor
Ord Janon...
Catalys inhaled before donning his helmet. The advanced armour he wore was defensible, made primarily out of Cortosis and could even save his skin from the end of a lightsaber. However; where he was going still didn't sit well with him. Orders from above came and the agent was sent to Ord Janon. Here there was intelligence suggesting that a mercenary group had been supplying weapons to insurgencies throughout Primeval space. The planet was once an ordinance depot and many of its secrets were left untouched for centuries.
Whatever weapons these mercenaries have found, whoever hired them; that is what Catalys intended to find out.
"We're landing about a klick west of the cache. Our sensors did not pick up any unusual activities but it seems the intel was right; there's something here." The Caisson-class starship touched down in a small canyon just a short distance from their destination.
"I'll be maintaining radio silence until the job is done." His voice was coarser than usual, the agent was getting sick. It was a common symptom from traveling often and becoming exposed to various illnesses all whilst your immune system was weakened by stress. Despite the medical advancements of the modern galaxy, such luxuries as medicine were not available to an agent on the go. Not that he was worried.
"Understood. Just give the orders and we'll come in hot." The ship's captain dropped the landing ramp. A small squadron of troops exited the starship and secured the landing site around them. So far so good.
With the zone secured, Catalys walked down the ramp; armed only with a PAR rifle he intended to travel light.
Catalys inhaled before donning his helmet. The advanced armour he wore was defensible, made primarily out of Cortosis and could even save his skin from the end of a lightsaber. However; where he was going still didn't sit well with him. Orders from above came and the agent was sent to Ord Janon. Here there was intelligence suggesting that a mercenary group had been supplying weapons to insurgencies throughout Primeval space. The planet was once an ordinance depot and many of its secrets were left untouched for centuries.
Whatever weapons these mercenaries have found, whoever hired them; that is what Catalys intended to find out.
"We're landing about a klick west of the cache. Our sensors did not pick up any unusual activities but it seems the intel was right; there's something here." The Caisson-class starship touched down in a small canyon just a short distance from their destination.
"I'll be maintaining radio silence until the job is done." His voice was coarser than usual, the agent was getting sick. It was a common symptom from traveling often and becoming exposed to various illnesses all whilst your immune system was weakened by stress. Despite the medical advancements of the modern galaxy, such luxuries as medicine were not available to an agent on the go. Not that he was worried.
"Understood. Just give the orders and we'll come in hot." The ship's captain dropped the landing ramp. A small squadron of troops exited the starship and secured the landing site around them. So far so good.
With the zone secured, Catalys walked down the ramp; armed only with a PAR rifle he intended to travel light.