Objective: 2
Tags: “Cresh Team” (
Gir Quee
Finley Dawson
Ura Iolar
)
A week of chipping paint and cleaning bathrooms hadn’t done much good for Hana’s sleep schedule.
She was lucky to get off as easy as she did, with only a demotion down to the training rank, a six-month deduction in pay, and long periods of “droid duty” assigned by her commanding officer, where she performed a series of soul-crushing tasks that were typically designated for droids under normal circumstances. Compared to what could have been a court-martial, with a potentially long prison sentence and a dishonorable discharge, Hana knew that she had little reason to complain, but it was still a dreary existence that was only made worse by the fact that she had to help clean the mess hall before finally being allowed to eat what was left by the lunch-time crowd. Even so, in spite of everything that had transpired during the engagement in the sewers, her commanding officer had noted, albeit begrudgingly, that she had been extremely effective in the field.
It was why, for the last couple days, she had been looking forward to her next deployment. On Taris, she had unknowingly developed a taste for the rush of combat and all the excitement that it entailed. In the brief moments she had to herself between training exercises with her platoon and droid duty, Hana had taken to watching helmet-cam recordings from Yurb, sating her appetite for violence with footage from Rangers who had fought on the very front lines, engaging in brutal close-quarters combat against hulking Draelvasier that before Yurb, were thought of as being nigh-impossible to kill. She dreamed of herself in their position in an almost romantic light, fighting off endless hordes of the towering creatures while standing on top of a pile of Draelvasier and Sraelvun corpses.
For now, slavers would have to do.
Hana was quick in getting to her assigned escape pod with a few others, including a couple of Rangers and Jedi. The pod launched with a shudder, before careening down to the surface with violent speed that made Hana feel slightly light-headed as the intense Gs put pressure on her body. As she was taught in training, she controlled her breathing and tensed her muscles in order to keep blood flowing to her vital organs. All the while, Hana was already beginning to feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, holding her senses primed as the pod rocked in tune with the discordant harmony of re-entry. Then, after a few moments, Hana felt the pod begin to slow down, meaning that presumably they were getting closer to the surface.
Perhaps sooner than she had expected, Hana felt the pod lurch as it slammed into the surface. The inertial compensators softened most of the blow, but it was still a jarring impact that might have thrown her within the pod had she not been strapped into her seat. Nevertheless, the ex-A-pop dancer was quick to pull herself out of the crash webbing, loading her rifle with a fresh CryoBan cell before stepping out of the pod with the weapon held at the ready.
In the next instant, two shots rang out from her rifle when she spotted an armed Trandoshan slaver just outside of the pod, flash-freezing the lizard down to the molecules before causing his frozen corpse to collapse to the ground, stiff and unmoving.
Within seconds of their touch down, the Antarian Rangers were engaged with the enemy.
Tags: “Cresh Team” (
Gir Quee
Finley Dawson
Ura Iolar
)- Vornskr Blast Helmet/Massiff Blast Armor and Battle Dress Uniform [Antarian Rangers]
- Small Arms
- Melee
- Grenades
A week of chipping paint and cleaning bathrooms hadn’t done much good for Hana’s sleep schedule.
She was lucky to get off as easy as she did, with only a demotion down to the training rank, a six-month deduction in pay, and long periods of “droid duty” assigned by her commanding officer, where she performed a series of soul-crushing tasks that were typically designated for droids under normal circumstances. Compared to what could have been a court-martial, with a potentially long prison sentence and a dishonorable discharge, Hana knew that she had little reason to complain, but it was still a dreary existence that was only made worse by the fact that she had to help clean the mess hall before finally being allowed to eat what was left by the lunch-time crowd. Even so, in spite of everything that had transpired during the engagement in the sewers, her commanding officer had noted, albeit begrudgingly, that she had been extremely effective in the field.
It was why, for the last couple days, she had been looking forward to her next deployment. On Taris, she had unknowingly developed a taste for the rush of combat and all the excitement that it entailed. In the brief moments she had to herself between training exercises with her platoon and droid duty, Hana had taken to watching helmet-cam recordings from Yurb, sating her appetite for violence with footage from Rangers who had fought on the very front lines, engaging in brutal close-quarters combat against hulking Draelvasier that before Yurb, were thought of as being nigh-impossible to kill. She dreamed of herself in their position in an almost romantic light, fighting off endless hordes of the towering creatures while standing on top of a pile of Draelvasier and Sraelvun corpses.
For now, slavers would have to do.
Hana was quick in getting to her assigned escape pod with a few others, including a couple of Rangers and Jedi. The pod launched with a shudder, before careening down to the surface with violent speed that made Hana feel slightly light-headed as the intense Gs put pressure on her body. As she was taught in training, she controlled her breathing and tensed her muscles in order to keep blood flowing to her vital organs. All the while, Hana was already beginning to feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, holding her senses primed as the pod rocked in tune with the discordant harmony of re-entry. Then, after a few moments, Hana felt the pod begin to slow down, meaning that presumably they were getting closer to the surface.
Perhaps sooner than she had expected, Hana felt the pod lurch as it slammed into the surface. The inertial compensators softened most of the blow, but it was still a jarring impact that might have thrown her within the pod had she not been strapped into her seat. Nevertheless, the ex-A-pop dancer was quick to pull herself out of the crash webbing, loading her rifle with a fresh CryoBan cell before stepping out of the pod with the weapon held at the ready.
In the next instant, two shots rang out from her rifle when she spotted an armed Trandoshan slaver just outside of the pod, flash-freezing the lizard down to the molecules before causing his frozen corpse to collapse to the ground, stiff and unmoving.
Within seconds of their touch down, the Antarian Rangers were engaged with the enemy.
