[First Order] Assault at Skye

[Kriel Firin]

Talon Ren. He had grown into the title. At first it had felt honorific – which in a sense it was. There was a connection attached to the suffix Ren. He was a Knight now and as such was expected to undertake certain duties and accept specific responsibilities that he had not when he was a Disciple. His wariness for the Sith for example. They were allies of the Order and as such were to be afforded the same respect as any other comrade. Some had even declared themselves as part of the First Order. This elevated their standing even higher. But they were not Ren. They had a different outllok to the Knights. They had similarities too, but they were not the same.

Perhaps Kriel was worried that one day they might outnumber the Knights and usurp them in the Supreme Leader’s favour? Perhaps. It was a possibility that had crossed his mind more than once. But deep down he was loyal to both the Order and the Ren – and that was unswerving. He was not here to be popular, or more popular – but to carry out the Supreme Leader’s will. And keep his concerns to himself unless instructed otherwise.

And he was also now expected to share his knowledge. Two of his Disciples were now Knights. Both advanced quickly but the decision to promote was the correct one. Like him, he expected them to grow into the mantle. He had developed since he’d taken the Talon name. He had formed himself to that moniker and continued to serve through teaching others.

So he was here on Skye to continue that requirement. The Disciple's Academy was at the Citadel but promising youngsters who needed to be developed would come to places like this. Like the Younglings the Jedi would nurture until they were ready to become Padawans. Except the Knights went a step further and kept the two ranks apart. Here you would find diamonds in the rough so to speak. Some who went straight to the Citadel were headstrong and arrogant. The former was a talent that could be moulded for the individual and the Knight’s benefit. The latter was not acceptable but the Disciple had to want to change for that to be eradicated. Confidence was positive. Conceit was a step too far. Here was a place to ensure only those worthy made it to the Citadel.

So he arrived at the site’s hangar and stepped off his ship. He wore his usual robes and mask – so often explained as a means of declaring unity. That they were part of a whole as opposed to individuals. For Kriel it also masked his burns – suffered when his ship crash-landed some years before. He had become feral before being found. It had taught him much. Like how fragile life was, even if you were a dark sider.

[member="Soleil Ishtar"]

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location:​

Port Hangar, FIV Admonitor; Space near Skye & Atmos​

In Vicinity:​

[member="Halcyon Greenslade"] | [member="Garett Van"] | [member="Ranulph Tarkin"] ​

[member="Kresh Vanukar"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]​

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The familiar vibrations of the shuttle lifting off its haunches and out into the deep dark void of space were a feeling that most of the time lulled the Major to sleep, today however that was not the case. They'd gotten off to a shaky start, a miscommunication delaying the launching of his battalion from the FIV Admonitor but now they were planet-bound. That was the goal anyway. They hadn't hardly broken free of the hangar bays before the shuttles shook as laser cannon fire battered their shielding, but they held. It had been a while since Major Amsel had been part of a 'hot' drop. More often than not, First Order troops wouldn't encounter any resistance in space, their main opposition not more than a fly to be swatted till solidly on the ground. He'd grinned at the response given him by Lieutenant Tarkin, he wasn't wrong. A particularly large jolt jarred the hull of the shuttle they were aboard, it almost felt as if the shuttle had collided with something. They didn't have to wait long before the shuttle began shaking, subtle at first but after about twenty seconds it had turned into a near wobble.

"Hold on tight, we're almost there."

Rolf had been eyeing the display in his HUD, they'd made it almost to the atmosphere, that would be their saving grace. A few more seconds passed, the steady vibrations growing even stronger. Whatever they'd hit had done some damage but he wasn't privy to that information, no doubt the pilots in the cockpit were worrying enough about it, no need to pester them with distracting chatter. His eyes scanned the troopers sharing a shuttle with him, some officers, others enlisted. Today they would earn their name, stormtroopers. He knew they couldn't see it, but he kept a straight face beneath his helmet. Gripping his blaster rifle tightly he spoke calmly into the troop bay comms.

"Entry in five."

Each man would count down in his head, waiting for the inevitable jolt as the ship hit the planet's atmosphere. Entries were usually somewhat turbulent but even those were usually done without being under fire. This one was much more violent. The hull bucked as the ship came into contact with the planet's upper atmosphere. It almost looked comical as everyone's armored bulks were shaken, arms shifting, one poor trooper even dropped his blaster. Upon hitting the atmosphere the wobble stopped, or at least it did at first. Without warning the troop bay was cast into darkness, a knot quickly forming and rising in the Major's stomach. He could feel the nose of the ship rising as the troop laden portion of the shuttle began to dip. A silent scream began to build as the knot in his stomach rose into his throat as the shuttle began to fall backwards. This wasn't supposed to happen, the shuttles had multiple layers of redundancy to prevent against a total systems failure... but it didn't seem like it had mattered. What was likely only about twenty seconds felt like an eternity as the ship began to tumble, the lights miraculously flickering back to life as the familiar hum of the ship's power systems coming back online broke the silence of their fall. A silent sigh of relief escaped Rolf's lips behind the veneer of his armored helmet. They were no longer powerless but he could feel the steep descent of the ship, and now atop the vibrating he could hear a rattling noise.

Consulting the HUD he could see they were still coming in quite steep. Gritting his teeth he clutched his weapon tightly, nervously but silently watching the display plummet. They needed to pull up faster. Quickly calculating their altitude and angle of descent he knew the truth a moment before the intercom lit up.

:: Oscar Four Alpha, Mayday, Mayday. We are going down. Coordinates Kilo Seven Delta. ::

Repeating the message once more the comm barked back to life.

:: Brace for impact. I say again, Brace for impact. ::

A quick glance confirmed what Rolf already trusted to be true. He'd done countless crash drills during his time in service of the First Order but he'd never had to brace for impact. Quickly securing his blaster in the clamp next to his seat he crossed his arms across his chest and leaned back in his seat.

:: Impact in five... four... three... two... one... ::

The shuttle rocketed across the sky, coming in low over a small hill, nearly catching on its peak. Barely scraping over it the shuttle streaked towards a small forest, engines releasing a thick acrid cloud of smoke. Several large rends in the hull could be seen, a good portion of hull plating sheared from the panels protecting the port drive. That's what had likely caused the ship to suffer a malfunction. In a matter of milliseconds the shuttle would crash into the trees. Hopefully there would be survivors. The pilots had done their best, attempting to bring the ship in low and level but once the angles of the shuttle's hulls caught on the trees, the game was in fate's hands.

 

[Garett Van]

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Location:​

Port Hangar, FIV Admonitor; Space near Skye & Atmos​

In Vicinity:​

[member="Kresh Vanukar"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"]​

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Garett stood calmly in his AT-ST as he felt the lurch of the shuttle ascend and get underway into the blackness of space. The formation of shuttles the carried the Company of walkers started to take fire the minute they left the hanger, as they were a prime target for enemy. Garett could feel the laser blasts that landed near his shuttle as it rocked. What he couldn't see it the devastation from the attacks. The formation was getting picked apart, and only the pilots of the shuttles knew the extent of the damage.​

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As one of the pilots was looking out his viewport, he could see the lead shuttle take a hit in the cockpit, he started to list to the right, then slammed into on of the IPV-1 patrol craft, and then it was gone. The pilots of the shuttles tried evasive maneuvers, but they were too bulky to evade well. Two more were hit before the formation would hit atmo. The remaining shuttles due to maneuvers were of course by 10 klicks, and at this point landing was the only safe option. ​

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Once the shuttles landed the pilot of Garett's shuttle brought him the bad news.​

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"Lieutenant?"​

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"Yes what is it?"​

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"Sir I hate to inform you but your Company's Command shuttle was hit on approach and destroyed."​

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Garett, sighed in shock, not knowing what else to do he called it in, hopefully Major Amsel would know what to do.​

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"Major Amsel, this is Lieutenant Van of the 242nd Armored. What is left of the Company has made land fall, according to the pilot, we lost two shuttles including Company command. That makes us short one platoon of walkers. Also according to my scans we are 10 klicks from the original landing site, please Advise."​

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Garett at this point waiting for the Major to respond, took brief command and organized the rest of the company, he made sure they all knew what befell Captain Weatherly, and the other shuttle, but he made sure to keep the morale of his crews high telling them the they would make the enemy pay for what they did.​

 

[Natasi Fortan]

As the Keeramak's fleet engaged with the First Order, down below, its ground forces were moving swiftly and ruthlessly from their landing sites towards their goals. As Keeramak had one eye fixed on the space battle, it turned part of its attention to the ground war. "It appears that a large majority of the planet's population have moved here, to Canaitith Mountain -- our intelligence operatives suggest that there is some sort of fortress there, offering shelter," the Keeramak's adviser explained in a series of whistling and clicks. The Keeramak's nostrils flared and it nodded its head slowly. "This is as expected," it chirped back to its advisers. "How go our collection efforts on the rest of the planet? The landing craft were meant to come down near settlements."

"They have been on planet only a short time, Keeramak," replied the adviser, bowing his head submissively.

The Keeramak huffed through its nostrils, its golden eyes flaring dangerously. "I am aware of the timetable."

"We have confirmation from the ground troops that they have several dozen Sky'tiri in custody already, Great One," replied the adviser. "Unfortunately many had to be killed to take this number into custody, as the Sky'tiri see us as enemies rather than liberators."

"Yes," the Keeramak mused thoughtfully. "I thought they might -- and they're not the only ones."

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The ground attack came in the middle of the night in the most heavily occupied area, but the destruction of the First Order satellite blew their cover, so many had begun their evacuation by the time the Ssi-Ruuk invasion fanned across the land. The Sky'tiri, being a noble and fierce people, would not come quietly. They were subdued when they could be, but many had to be killed. Ssi-Ruuk soldiers and their battle droids, shaped like terrifying monsters in their own right, and P'wekk slave-soldiers fanned out, collecting and killing as they went. Forests burned in their wake, corpses littered the ground, and the debris of some destroyed battle droids, too.

One platoon -- for lack of a better word -- of Ssi-Ruuk soldiers and battledroids was tramping through the woods when they heard a loud roaring noise over head. Craning their reptilian necks, they saw a damaged shuttle streaking overhead. They hissed at one another, whistled softly, chirping almost silently as they agreed to investigate the crash site which became apparent only half a mile ahead of them. They made good time, arriving shortly after the shuttle had crashed into the forest. The platoon circled the shuttle, raising their weapons and waiting to see if anyone inside had survived the crash after being rattled around like dice in a cup.

[member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Din-o7"]

 

[Kresh Vanukar]

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Location:
FIV Admonitor; Space near Skye
In Vicinity: [member="Rolf Amsel"] |[member="Garett Van"]
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Lt. Vanukar was shaking his leg with anticipation in his position in an AT-ST on a shuttle. His platoon, the 3rd Platoon of the 242nd Armored Battalion had not seen engagement for some time. The shuttles left the hangar, following the 2nd Platoon. Fire immediately was directed at the shuttles, some of the 3rd Platoon was grazed by the fire, some taking severe hull damage. His comrades in the 2nd Battalion was less fortunate, with several shuttles taking heavy damage and losing several of their number. The enemy must have been hoping to ease the first wave of attackers, as the 3rd Platoon took no casualties.

"Kark," Kresh said, "How have we not been hit?"

The 2nd Platoon was not able to reach the designated landing zone. This was chaos, but commands still need to be followed, so the Platoon avoided fire and tried for the landing zone.
The first order after landfall was to link up with the rest of the company to establish a proper beachhead. Lt. Vanukar ordered his shuttle to clear as soon possible and to assemble formation to move. They made quick time, the rest of the company was only 10 kliks away.

Lt. Vanukar attempted communications with Company Command with no success. He moved on to the next in line for command.

"Lieutenant Van, I can't make contact with Command, I will provide support to you until I receive further orders."

 

[Asharad Graush]

SKYE
PLANETSIDE
CLOSE TO MOUNT CANAITITH

The deployment had gone as smoothly as one should've expected. It was night on this side of the planet. The stormtroopers had the equipment available to combat their enemies in the dead of night, there shouldn't have been anything to worry about. As they descended through the atmosphere, A'sharad Graush had made sure to order the deployment of his own shuttle when it was close to being the last one out of the hangar of the Wolf's Maw. Not once did he look back as the Resurgent Star Destroyer descended towards the planet, flames licking up along the sides of its hull. But even as they escaped the fiery ball of metal, shuttles ahead of them were destroyed, drawing fire from the enemy forces, which left them rather unharmed besides the sporadic turbulence that occurred.

"Hm," A'sharad said as he glanced somewhere to his side. He opened up the door of the shuttle, they were getting close to the ground. Still, there was an expectant look.

"Oh, uh, Skye's defenses... Right," the unidentified stormtrooper said as he undoubtedly pulled up the information on his HUD inside of his helmet. "One of the taller mountains, Mount Canaitith hosts a Citadel near the top. Lots of the, uh... Ground dwellers have headed there after being attacked," to which, A'sharad nodded his head. Turning back into the shuttle, he looked to the holotable in the centre of the command shuttle and he took a moment to gather his thoughts before he spoke.

"The soldiers here," he pointed to the table, "Who are they?"

If it was possible, he could sense the frown on his face. "The Gundark Gunners, Sir, about... Fifty of them there should be," the man said..

Pausing, A'sharad had to take a moment to get a mental picture of [member="Rexus Wenck"]. "Oh... Them," he said with a frown. The shuttle was touching down to the ground at that point, almost two dozen stormtroopers filed out, surrounding the shuttle in a defensive formation. "Patch me through to them," A'sharad ordered, and then there was a click. He turned from the holotable and he looked out to the dark silhouette of the mountain some miles away. They could get there in a few minutes he knew. "Lieutenant Wenck," his cold voice undoubtedly cut across the comms. "Secure Skye Citadel on the top of Canaitith Mountain. Protect the surviving populace," he said. "Anything not a humanoid is killed." Those were the orders, and with his infamous click, the channel was closed.

The stormtrooper from earlier was waiting for him, "Sir, I've just sent the 101st ([member="Lucien Galtier"]) to the City of Winged People," and in response, A'sharad nodded.

"This is the new unit?" A'sharad's gauntleted finger touched down the holotable, immediately pinging the comms of [member="Kato"] and his squad. That'd get their attention, a direct message from the White Wolves Command. Once he got a confirming nod from the stormtrooper, the rank on his shoulder designating him a Captain. Huh. "Sergeant Kato," the Sith Knight said. "You're close to a cave entrance in the Highlands, rife with the enemy," he said. "Enter the cavern. The enemy is already within the labyrinthe. Flank the ones moving to take Canaitith... Bring down the tunnels behind you and await me at the base of the mountain." Graush closed that channel.

"Sir, we have movement in the distance."

"Get the shuttle out of here, we're moving out." There was a grunt from his two Pureblood bodyguards and as soon as they made the sounds, they vanished from his side and into the dark outside of the shuttle. "Follow them," he said, though, it was taking them away from the Mountain. They'd have to find one of the nearby towns to discern as to the purpose of this attack.

In the distance, far away, one could see the sky light up as the Wolf's Maw crashed. A fiery explosion, large enough to illuminate the entire field for a brief moment. In that moment, that was when the fighting began.

[member="Keeramak"], [member="Rolf Amsel"],

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Rexus shivered when he heard the all too familiar voice. "Aye aye sir, we'll get there quick and smart sir!" he said, trying to shake off the surprise and to be honest, fear of his superior. When the transmission clicked off with as little as a 'Thanks you', or 'Bye', Rexus turned to his unit, "Gerda, you're on point. Mission objective, climb the mountain to the citadel. Eliminate any resistance."

The sergeant nodded, and saluted, "Will do bossman. Alright you shiny faced virgins!" He bellowed, "Lets kark some poodoo up!" He roared, setting off on a jog through some bushes up to the mountain top.

Rexus flicked on his comms, "Gunner element two, this is Wenck, when landed, rendezvous with the others at coordinate six, dash four two seven."

"Understood sir," Element two responded, "We're on the way."

Rexus turned back to where his unit had gone, and began to follow where they came. Oh how he hated traversing the mountain side. Mountain climbing was among the worst jobs a soldier had. Even worse than latrine duty, because at least then, you had something to joke about. He heard blasters discharging in the distance, hopefully his men were the ones who'd got the jump on the enemy. When he found his group, they were standing triumphant among a squad of some form of dead reptilian. He approached the unit, and eyed the lizards carefully.

"What the kark are these?" Rexus asked, kicking the dead body of one of the lizards.

"Dunno sir," Gerda replied, "We got told to wipe 'em out, they had blasters, and we shot 'em. Had no chance. Took them from behind rough and like. This is probably the vanguard."

"What are these?" Rexus asked, pulling the body of one of the reptilians over, it wasn't anything he recognised.

Sticks spoke up, he was covered in red, and brown muck. "S-ssi-Ruuk." he said quietly.

"Stick, what the kark happened to you?" Rexus asked, ignoring his answer.

"Kid took on the animal closest to 'im, blasted the thing at point blank range, and its belly popped." Gerda replied with a small chuckle.

"Alright, enough chit chat, keep on moving, Stick, you're with me!" Rexus bellowed. Gerda nodded, and continued to move the unit up the mountain path. Rexus brought up the rear with Stick behind him.

"Whats this Ssi Ruck poodoo?" The lieutenant asked.

"They were an empire that appeared around the Battle of Endor, I'd assumed they are some old story, but these look exactly the same," Stick said, his whole helmet and chest plate were coated with the lining and innards of one of the beasts stomachs.

"Well, what the kark do they want?" Rexus asked.

[member="Asharad Graush"]

 

[Ria Misrani]

Ranulph turned to the men beside him as he prepared himself, as the shuttle rocked - a fleet battle was already underway. Shields were holding and the Lieutenant steadied his breathing as his HUD informed him of his environment. Major [member="Rolf Amsel"] informed the officer to hold on and to be quite honest, "sir if I tried to hold onto anything at this point my armor might just rip from my body where I stand." Always a talker when he was nervous, the shuttle's shaking jarred him a little. He heard the word entry and looked over his shoulder, and gave a solid nod and made a little quip, "all aboard then-" Tarkin was cut off by a severe jolt. Not too unusual for entry into the atmosphere, but within moments things went from normal to absolute disaster.

By the balance... he thought to himself as he could feel the shuttle drop, "feth."

His arms went out to the men and women beside him to try and keep them from falling but he was no use against the inevitable. His heart rate went up and his nerves were gone, Ranulph was downright scared. Things like this weren't supposed to happen, and yet here he was falling with his comrades. The lights went off and he felt that if he were to die then it was the will of the Cosmos and that perhaps in his death something good would come of it, but then - he realized. He was afraid to die, afraid to go into the deep black abyss of nothingness, with no stream of consciousness. No hold of anything, just nothing. Because if this entire plummet into the dirt wasn't enough to turn his stomach the thought of impending death was sure doing the trick.

Lights came back on, power systems were starting to come back online as well.

He knew what those words meant, and he strapped himself into the shuttle, "harness now! Harness!" Ranulph shouted, ordering those who could hear to strap themselves in as before anyone else knew it their vessel was careening across the landscape, with the pilots doing the best that they could do, but would it be enough?

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location:​

Crash Site, Skye, 10k NW of Planned LZ​

In Vicinity:​

[member="Halcyon Greenslade"] | [member="Garett Van"] | [member="Ranulph Tarkin"]​

[member="Kresh Vanukar"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]​

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Dust. Rocks. Heat.​

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Rolf looked down at his hands, calloused and covered in dirt and grime. The smell of oil and heated metal filled his nostrils. On the ground in front of him lay the heavy mining drill, heat waves still coming from the glowing red chisel mounted to the hand held engine. Reaching up with his forearm the young miner wiped his brow, smearing the mixture of sweat and grime. His arms shook with exertion, he'd been up nearly eighteen hours, the work hard and the breaks few; miners didn't get paid for breaks. It was a rough life, it always had been. He'd wanted to quit more than once, his body sore his mind exhausted, but he kept fighting. It was all he knew. Picking up the jack-hammer he grit his teeth as he hefted the machine back to the rock before him.​

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Grnnnnnnnggggrrrrrr!​

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The noise roused him, eyes fluttering open. Where was he? Everything looked strange, as if it had been.. He was upside-down. Swallowing carefully he breathed in, his lungs burned as the oxygen forced its way into his body. Staggered breaths at first he began to get his bearings, pulling his arms in close to his chest he fumbled for the buckle that would set him loose. The Major hung suspended at a slight angle, various pieces of equipment and blaster rifles scattered about the floor... or was it the ceiling? He didn't have time to ask questions. Already the cabin of the shuttle had begun to fill with thick smoke. Clawing at the buckle he managed to hit the release sending him dropping to the ceiling of the upturned shuttle, his body connecting with a clatter as his armor contacted the durasteel. Lifting himself to a knee he began to take stock of the others who had been in the shuttle with him. No doubt was left in his mind as to the fate of several of the troopers who had been in the rear of the shuttle, the mangled hull decorated with a spattering of crimson. The sight would have caused a lesser man to wretch, even Rolf forced himself to look away. There were others yet suspended upside-down and they needed to get away from the wreckage quickly.

Trying to swallow the stale and acrid air and purge the taste of iron from his mouth he nearly choked, a fit of coughing wracking his body. Forcing it back down he rose to both feet, ducking his head beneath the hanging arms of a few troopers who had yet to wake. Reaching up with an armored fist he began gently rapping on helmets, speaking as he did so.

"Get up. Get out. Wake up, time to go."

A few of the troopers moved, struggling to get their buckles released but once free they began struggling out the door, the Major himself reaching up to help unbuckle a few of his fellow officers.

"Lieutenant, time to get a move on, let's go. No sleeping on the job now." he said as he began assisting Lt. Greenslade. Moving on towards Lieutenant Tarkin he did the same. "C'mon now. We have to get clear of this wreck."

Rolf tried to hurry as best he could, shuffling amidst the broken hull and scattered equipment he picked up a blaster rifle. Snagging as many as he could he stumbled free of the wreck, out of the smoke and into the light. Putting left foot in front of right, blasters rattling he made his way free of the immediate crash zone, trying to get some bearing as to where he was, or where in fact they were. From the looks of it a few industrious troopers had already begun to set up a casualty point, a few of them even providing what cover they could, it looked like not everyone had recovered a blaster, some wielding naught but their backup pistol. Shouting over the din of the creaking wreck, Rolf began distributing the blaster rifles, depositing them on the nearest trooper and instructing him to hand them out. Raising his fist in the air he signaled for his officers to rally on him, keying up the comm.

*Praise be to the balance if comm still works.*

Thankfully for the Major, shortwave comms did in fact work and it took him little time to make use of it. Within a matter of minutes the survivors of the crash had set up a small perimeter, officers gathered at the center. The terrain wasn't exactly favorable. The shuttle had left a wide swathe of destruction after hitting the trees. If the enemy had seen the shuttle fall, and it was almost a guarantee they had, they would be upon them soon. It didn't bode well for the small group, cut off from contact with the rest of their troops. The best they could hope for is that some of the shuttles that had made it ground side would be able to lock on to the emergency transponder located in the wreck and find them. That is, if they were going to sit and wait.

Gritting his teeth, the Major turned to his assembled officers, a decision had been made.

"Get your men geared up as best as possible with what we've got. We have to carry on from here. Tally the dead, salvage what weapons and gear you can. We need to press on from here."

Overlooking the small HUD display in his helmet he'd finally figured their approximate location. They'd have a heck of a hike to make but they could still make it to their objective, albeit from a different direction than planned. If they could make the timetable, they may even be able to turn this tragedy into a tactical advantage. There was a time for remorse and a time for memorial but that was not now. Keeping his voice steady, he spoke once more, a commanding tone carrying through to his officers.

"We leave in two mikes. Fifteen meter spread, Wedge formation. Halcyon, you're on point. Tarkin, bring up the rear. The rest, you're on me."

He trusted his men, and he hoped fervently that they would trust his judgement. Rolf wasn't without compassion, but right now the mission came first and if the men didn't focus now, he knew it could mean even more deaths later. They needed an objective, something to keep their minds busy, and he was giving it to them.

 

[Garett Van]

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Loaction​

242nd Aurek Co. Crash Site 10km N of planned LZ​

Vicinity:​

[member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Kresh Vanukar"]​

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"Lieutenant Vanukar, The Captain is KIA. Not sure where everyone else is, I can't get a hold of Major Amsel either"​

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Garett at this point could only get the suriviors of Aurek company on comms, everyone else was in a blackout. With that he took command of the company.​

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"Alright everyone listen up, I can't get the Major on comms, and I now know that Cpt. Weatherly is KIA, I for the time being will take command until we can reestablish comms or regroup with Maj. Amsel. We are going to move to the original LZ and hope everyone gets there as well."​

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With that he ordered the rest of the company, minus third platoon which seemed to get to the LZ fine. As 1st platoon or the remainders of it started to move out, Sgt. Illerian radioed Garett.​

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"Elle Tee, we need to make sure everyone else with us gets there as we have no infantry support right now. So be careful."​

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"Alright Serg'nt." He moved to comms the rest of the units with him, "Everyone head on a swivel, we have no infantry support."​

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So the rest of the Company, started to move out to make up the difference of the 10k between them and their comrades. Their movement very slow for walkers since infantry support was needed for them to be a bit faster, but due to the infantry Battalion being MIA this made Garett and his troops job much harder since the point walker could be ambushed by pretty much anything.​