Lan sat nestled quietly in the pilot seat of Havoc Squads personal Malos Class Gunship. The usually brown and gray vessel was painted sheer black, and was equipped with the bare minimum of stealth technology. This insure that Havoc squad wouldn't be easy to spot on approach, and more importantly could get away far easier than otherwise.
In the back of the ship sat the rest of Havoc squad, all nestled quietly in place and ready for the operation to go down.
It was a simple job this one, Havoc squad was being sent in to do the preparation for the inevitable war between the Sith and the Republic. Unlike the Jedi or the other unites of the Republic Havoc was no afraid to strike first, and that is exactly what they would be doing. Charros IV was a factory world that belonged to the Sith. It primarily produced droids and battle tanks, a vital thing for any war effort. Havoc was being sent in to destroy the primary refinery, and to do all the extra damage they could.
It was what they did best, and they were more than prepared to the the Job. Lan smirked slightly as the Daritha Time piece on his left wrist made a clicking noise, a second later the Malos Gunship dropped out of hyperspace, tumbling into the Charros system and blending seamlessly with the stars.
“15 minutes ETA!” Lan called into the back of the gunship. His squad would be ready, they'd do their job.
In the back of the ship sat the rest of Havoc squad, all nestled quietly in place and ready for the operation to go down.
It was a simple job this one, Havoc squad was being sent in to do the preparation for the inevitable war between the Sith and the Republic. Unlike the Jedi or the other unites of the Republic Havoc was no afraid to strike first, and that is exactly what they would be doing. Charros IV was a factory world that belonged to the Sith. It primarily produced droids and battle tanks, a vital thing for any war effort. Havoc was being sent in to destroy the primary refinery, and to do all the extra damage they could.
It was what they did best, and they were more than prepared to the the Job. Lan smirked slightly as the Daritha Time piece on his left wrist made a clicking noise, a second later the Malos Gunship dropped out of hyperspace, tumbling into the Charros system and blending seamlessly with the stars.
“15 minutes ETA!” Lan called into the back of the gunship. His squad would be ready, they'd do their job.