Killteam (Dominion, Chiloon and Irn, Round 2)

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"Five minutes to impact."

The boarding craft sailed through the darkness of the void unseen. The light of her engines was dulled by the myriad of colors that had formed in the chaotic nebulae surrounding the target, and her hull blended in well with the blackened backdrop. She had sacrificed conventional shields for the sake of stealth, her generators hiding the presence of those aboard rather than providing them with traditional protection. A single turbolaser volley would rip her apart at the seams, but then that was the intention.

She was small and fast, and a turbolaser wasn't going to amount to much if she went unseen.

Situated just outside the cockpit, Alexander Ontonas ran a third check of his war-gear. His shacklebolt rifle was picked apart, cleansed, and put back together again. His shields were overloaded and forced to recharge seven times to check for failures in the system. The radial movement sensors were calibrated to such a degree that even the slightest flexing of a muscle showed up as a little blip in the corner of his visor. The warrior was ready.

"Two minutes to impact."

"Thank you Stanley," the soldier reached up to run a hand over his shaven head and peered out at his comrades. His team was made up of initiates and highly decorated operators alike; he had faith in them. "We'll need to gain access to their database as soon as we're aboard," he reminded them. "Then we move on the core. Watch out for one another, and no heroics. You'll be able to do more for us retreating than you will dead."

"One minute to impact. Interlinking with your armor systems now. Please don't break me," the AI's voice rumbled with electronic laughter.

 

[Lucien Galtier]

Lucien sat staring at his trusty old A280c. He greased and oiled the gun before every fight. He was in the midst of putting the weapon back together when the electronic voice rang out through the hull of the ship.

"Two minutes to impact."

Lucien was almost done, he screwed the barrel back into place and the weapon was almost hole again. He unsheathed a knife from his belt and attached the blade to the tip of the gun. Lucien placed his rifle between his legs and prepared for land fall. He bent his head low over the rifle and offered up a silent prayer to the powers that be. As he finished squad leader spoke up.

"We'll need to gain access to their database as soon as we're aboard," he reminded them. "Then we move on the core. Watch out for one another, and no heroics. You'll be able to do more for us retreating than you will dead."

Lucien nodded to the man he knew the drill. He had been through the training simulations for this particular raid. He had played out every scenario, but then again things never went as planned. Lucien hoisted himself out of his Chair and slung his rifle around his shoulder. He grabbed hold of a safety strap hanging from the ceiling and braced himself for impact.

"One minute to impact. Interlinking with your armor systems now. Please don't break me," The Ai laughed mirthfully

One minute till Lucien was once more gazing into the abyss of hell. One minute before Death's cold clutches took another piece of the cyborg. He had lost so much now that he imagined death would be like slipping into a hot bath. But, he was not ready to give up. Not yet.

[member="Alexander Ontonas"]

 

[Xandari Eriss]

Objective: Not die
Post: 1

There wasn't a weapon on that transport within Xandari's that hadn't been disassembled and reassembled as she tried to control her nerves going into this. Why, if she thought she could get away with it, she would've started on cybernetics, her own included if not for the fact that dissecting it would most definitely require two hands.

Her first 'mission', the door opener, whatever that meant. She hoped it would be a simple job, one involving little combat on her power. Even then, that's what her vibro whip was for. Speaking of the weapon, it'd probably been cleaned eight times before someone finally told her it was time to stop. Now, with only minutes left, she was a jittery mess.

[member="Lucien Galtier"] | [member="Alexander Ontonas"]

 

[Marcus Itera]

Black-clad in his armor, Marcus pitifully sat in the rear of the little vessel. Squeezed in between the rest of the Dreadguard's new mooks and some weapons rack, he calmed his nerves by chain smoking several cigarras. Miranda kept trying to enunciate the fact that they were going to kill him before the Sith did, but he rebutted any complaints on her end by informing her about his particular physiology. Chiefly the fact that he was more of a machine than a man - and these things made his man parts feel good.

Well, not all of them.

And so, he awaited for the impact. Nonchalant and an uncaring visage presented itself to the outside world. Deep within the confines of his mind, he and Miranda plotted out the various plans of tactical insertion and destruction of this vile place.

Ah, the perks of being transhuman were endless.

[member="Xandari Eriss"], [member="Lucien Galtier"], [member="Alexander Ontonas"]

 

[Darth Arkanus]

"Five minutes to impact."

The Sound came to his ears as he cleaned off his T-21. He checked every piece thoroughly. Not wanting to miss a single thing that could make this mission go wrong, or leave him dead. His eyes were moving frantically but to everyone else a black face-mask provided him the solitude he needed. He didn't take the mask off much, except when the mission was over. He knew he'd at least be wearing it for a little while.

He glanced around at the armor and the weapons of them men around him. Seeing a A280c in the hands of one of the men, he just looked at it and nodded, old weapons did not mean bad weapons, it just meant that the user had to be more skilled. He knew this as he held a fairly old blaster as well, his T-21 was not the newest or the shiniest but it did what it needed to do, when it needed to do it, no questions asked, no problem about it.

Two minutes to impact."

The voice reached his ears again and he nodded as he began to resembled his rifle, making sure that every piece was as clean as it was brand new before he put it back together. He listened to the brief by the leader, who he only knew as 'Rook'. He took note of every word he said so he could make sure that everything was done in the mission.

"One minute to impact. Interlinking with your armor systems now. Please don't break me,"

He heard the electronic voice of the AI and nodded, it was show time.

[member="Xandari Eriss"] | [member="Lucien Galtier"] | [member="Alexander Ontonas"] | [member="Marcus Itera"]

 

[Adron Malvern]

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{1}​

Location: Hyperspace, near Irn.​

Objectives: Bring the Fleet out of hyperspace and establish a stronger military presence on Irn.​

Allies: [member="Anya Loma"]​

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Surrounded by the coursing white lights of hyperspace, The Dominion's 2nd Sector Fleet sailed towards it's target of Irn with a full armament. The White Nova, a full fit Venator-Class Destroyer, led the way as the flagship for this mission. It was no surprise The Dominion was returning to this world, though they had a decent hold on the planet it was not yet fully under their jurisdiction which posed a problem for the faction.

With his arms clasped behind his back Adron watched the flashing stars as they passed the ship at incredible speeds. He had parted with his cloak and robes for this mission, instead he wore the dark grey fatigues of a Dominion officer. His hair had been gelled and slicked back into a tight ponytail, which was as close to regulative as he was willing to go. Behind his back he tapped his fingers together slowly, both nervous and anxious for the mission to come.

"Commander. We'll be coming out of Hyperspace in less then ten minutes." The Head Navigation's officer called to the Count.

"Good, contact the other ships." Adron ordered. Following the command one of the Deck Officer's activated the holopad in front of Adron. One by one the light blue lights formed the images of Adron's fleet staff.

"Listen up. We're going to begin a military occupation on Irn. First things first, once we break hyperspace there is an asteroid field we have to get through, after we've broken through we'll clear the space over the planet. Captain Yossel and Morun will break off and maintain our rear flank. We'll be moving in a box formation on our approach to the planet." As Adron explained the mission the officers seemed confident in the briefing.

"Understood?" He asked. The Officers all called out, "Yes sir." before Adron turned to the Deck Officer. "Cut the transmission."

Adron crossed his arms, watching as the white hyperspace void surrounding them quickly shifted back into the darkness of Space.



Fleet:
The White Nova~Full Outfit~100%
The Outcast~Full Outfit~100%
Ession's Messenger~Full Outfit~100%
Morrow's End~Full Outfit~100%

 

[Anya Malvern]

[member="Adron Malvern"]
Objective- follow orders from count adron and protect him

Location-hyperspace, onboard the cruiser above irn

It was her first actually mission with the count, she had finished suiting up within her new armor, low profile and she felt it suited her, she rolled her shoulders and left her room as she made her way for the bridge to be on it with adron

As she walked onto the bridge she caught the last of what he said and stood beside him as she crossed her arms watching as they reverted to real space as she looked over at him

seems like we get the fun part of it all huh

She said with a chuckle as she looked forward again

 

[Miles Varden]

(1)

Another drop, he'd done hundreds of missions deployed this way, back with the collapsed Republic, the OP, the GA and now the Dominion. This was to be his first with these warriors. Their cause was one that fit his own moral objectives. They seemed strong and capable. Miles adjusted his sights on the AX-T5 commando rifle he held with him. His Spectre armor was well worn, each groove fit perfectly to his form, his aging form. He hadn't been on a mission in years and was feeling the rust fall off his joints. The LZ was an old Primeval Space Station. The goal was to infiltrate and set charges on the core and exfil before detonating, removing the eyesore from the system.

Miles looked about the cabin of the dropship, the others with him seemed new, save for the squad leader. He was as much a veteran as Miles. You could feel the steel nerves from here. Then there was one who looked far more experienced than even Miles.

The countdown was slowly getting closer to green light, Miles racked a new power cell into the rifle and prepared for impact.


[member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Jayce Miller"] [member="Marcus Itera"] [member="Xandari Eriss"] [member="Lucien Galtier"] [member="Alexander Ontonas"]

 

[Adron Malvern]

{2}
Location: Real Space near Irn.
Objectives: Move the Fleet through the asteroid field and take control of Irn
Allies: [member="Anya Loma"]

Holding hand to his chin Adron watched as their ships began to move through the asteroid field. He glanced over to Anya and offered a quick smile before nodding at her words. "We took Irn a few months ago but we need to set up a garrison on the planet if we want to hold this sector." He explained, turning his attention back to the Deck Officer before him. "Order the starfighters to prepare for launch, I want them ready in case we come up against any surprises."

"Yes sir." The man muttered before tapping a few buttons on his terminal. "All starfighter squadrons, report to your sectors and prepare for launch." His voice echoed over the intercom.

Adron turned back to Anya, still considering his course of action as he looked to her. "Anya. When we reach the planet I want you to go ground side with a Company of my men. Irn's capitol, Irnfall, will be the host of our new garrison. My Officers will do most of the work I'd just like you to keep an eye on things down there, can you do that for me?" Adron asked.





Fleet:
The White Nova~Full Outfit~100%
The Outcast~Full Outfit~100%
Ession's Messenger~Full Outfit~100%
Morrow's End~Full Outfit~100%

 

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Words went unspoken. Alexander gave Marcus a simple nod of the head, though the meaning behind such a gesture was infinitely deeper than mere words could describe. His brother had returned to his side, and while the permanence of his position was unclear, it was good to have an old friend to kick the door in with.

"He'll want to catch up after all this." Stanley quipped into [member="Marcus Itera"]'s comms. "I know you both went different ways, but...well, Alex needs someone he can trust aside from me. I was worried about him for awhile there." Stanley made a sighing noise, "And Miranda, you and I will have to speak as well. I'm sure you've plenty to of tales to tell after spending so much time alone with this bastard." The AI rumbled with distorted laughter, and then came the impact.

The vessel clamped smashed into the space station's hull. The impact bent the durasteel of the station walls inward, the material groaning against the terrible weight pressed upon it. It only took a second or two for the wall to give way, the boarding pod having cut clean through. The pod's doors hissed open to a mass of dust and wailing breach alarms. Alexander was the first man off, his rifle raised to cut down any poor souls caught in the hallway. To the team's fortune, and in no small amount due to Stanley's timing, the hallway was entirely empty.

"Clear." Alexander rose to his full height as he scanned the hall. They were caught at a three way intersection, and an incomplete map of the surrounding structure came to life in the corner of their HUDs. "We need to move before they realize this impact wasn't from a rogue asteroid. Galtier, you have point."

Stanley's voice sputtered over the team's comms. "Given the layout of the ship, we should be able to find a port where Miranda and I can see what's going on. It'll be a small circular hole in the wall; the kind used by astromechs. This station is populated mostly by droids, so it shouldn't be too difficult to find one. I've marked a path toward what I believe is a maintenance chamber on your HUD maps."

"You heard the man. Let's move Ironmaw." The warden gestured down the hall that Stanley had indicated and waited for Galtier to move.

[member="Miles Varden"], [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Jayce Miller"], [member="Xandari Eriss"], [member="Lucien Galtier"], [member="Marcus Itera"]

 

[Lucien Galtier]

[SIZE=11pt]Lucien held tightly to the safety strap as he awaited impact. The ship shuddered violently as it connected with the hull of the station. Lucien lurched forward slightly and the claws opened wide admitting them a view into the massive star station. “Rook” was first in, Lucien quickly followed suit. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]"We need to move before they realize this impact wasn't from a rogue asteroid. Galtier, you have point." Rook said and Lucien nodded. He shouldered his rifle, carefully aiming down each of the halls as his cybernetic HUD illuminated the way. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]"Given the layout of the ship, we should be able to find a port where Miranda and I can see what's going on. It'll be a small circular hole in the wall; the kind used by astromechs. This station is populated mostly by droids, so it shouldn't be too difficult to find one. I've marked a path toward what I believe is a maintenance chamber on your HUD maps." The electronic voice buzzed in Lucien’s ear.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]"You heard the man. Let's move Ironmaw." Lucien nodded again then descended down the marked hall. His trained eyes scanned every nook and cranny as they moved forward. They approached a small in doorway in the Hall and Lucien motioned for them to stop. He took a peak inside and spotted a lone engineer in the maintenance bay. Lucien unsheathed his knife and motioned for someone to cover him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The commando crept across the hall and into the room. He slid behind the man and placed a hand around his mouth while his other dirked the man in the spine. Lucien guided the body to the ground carefully, then, crouched low, took a quick look around. He motioned for his comrades to move up when he spotted the port Stanley had told them about. Lucien reattached the bayonet and raised his rifle, providing cover for his fellow soldiers.[/SIZE]

[member="Alexander Ontonas"] [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Miles Varden"] [member="Anya Loma"] [member="Jayce Miller"] [member="Marcus Itera"] [member="Xandari Eriss"]

 

[Anya Malvern]

[member="Adron Malvern"]
Objective- follow orders and protect adron...objective onlanding watch over the placement if the garrison
Location-hyperspace above irn, asteroid field
Post 2

She tapped her finger on her arm as she glanced over at him listening, her emotions were hidden behind the armor face mask and hood created a shadow over her eyes as she nodded looked forward

by securing this, and having a presence none shall step up

Then she looked over at him again as she bowed her head and spoke proudly, as she placed a fist over her heart and chuckled

by your words, I'll make sure everything goes smoothly, but may I ask where will you be? I wish to make sure and know your safe...

She said as she looked forward again seeing the planet coming closer

 

[Marcus Itera]

Post: [02/20]

The mercenary returned the nod.

He had definitely changed over the course of these few years. He'd gone across the galaxy several times and had formed his own little family. Garo, Krix, Myria, and the whole of the Disfavored Elite comprised all he ever wanted or needed in life. They weren't unholy, altered abominations like himself, just a band of brothers and sisters with skills that many found quite useful in dire circumstances. They fought together, bled together, and died together - but more importantly, they lived together.

Marcus let an exasperated sigh escape his nostrils, ashing his remaining cigarra. These were new and strange people. Even [member="Alexander Ontonas"] seemed distant. Ever the beloved comrade and leader, Marcus couldn't help but notice how much he'd changed. A broken man turned into a creature of iron will and might. Though that was what the rest of the galaxy saw. They expected him to be a killer, they expected him to live up to the assumption of being just another hired gun.

So he did. It was all he could do, really.

Julia wouldn't have wanted him to do this.

Julia.

He missed her sorely.

"Stop." Miranda materialized once more in AR. Her minimized avatar approached him, resting a hand upon his helmet. "I'm here."

THWACK!​

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The dull and thunderous impact nearly wretched the man from his seat. Thrown back into reality like a boarding pod thrown into a space station, his depressing introspection ended abruptly. Adrenaline flooded his veins and brought him back into the real world where bullets hurt and space magic existed. The Dreadguard and their cybernetic amalgamation of warriors rose at once and charged into the fray, with the mercenary closely in tow.

Marcus brought the butt of his SMG into the nook of his shoulder and swept the corridor with absolute silence.

The electronic warble of Stanely came over the comms, causing the man to snort with amusement.

"We'll see about that Stanny," Miranda's smitten reply came.

[member="Lucien Galtier"], [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Miles Varden"], [member="Anya Loma"], [member="Jayce Miller"], [member="Xandari Eriss"],

 

[Xandari Eriss]

Objective: Not hold the team back
Post: 2

With orders to move, Xandari kept on the heels of whoever was closest to her, determined not to get left behind, terrified of screwing up the first mission. Each action airing on the side of caution, perhaps a bit too much. With her focus on moving silently, constantly scanning the area for signs that they'd been found, she promptly missed the cue to stop, stumbling into the person in front of her. "Sorry," the apology was barely there, her focus still lacking in direction other than the pressing need to be quiet with everything she did.

Slipping into the room, she paused when she caught sight of the body. For a brief moment, horror overcame her, breath intake sharpening as the gravity of what she'd signed up for started to settle in. As that moment passed, discipline took over, the Falleen returning to formation refusing to let the shock of seeing the body get to her. Not when there was a mission to be carried out. That was the appropriate mentality, right? She might have accepted that she was by far the most useless person on the team, but she was still ready to contribute. Now if only she knew how.

[member="Lucien Galtier"] | [member="Alexander Ontonas"] | [member="Miles Varden"] | [member="Jayce Miller"] | [member="Marcus Itera"]​

 

[Adron Malvern]

{3}
Location: Real Space near Irn.
Objectives: Move the Fleet through the asteroid field and take control of Irn
Allies: [member="Anya Loma"]

As the fleet slowly crept through the asteroid belt surrounding the planet Adron continued to speak with Anya. "Come on, Let's go to the main hanger. I'll see you off." He placed a hand on Anya's shoulder, guiding her down the hall. In essence the nature of their mission was not a violent one, however the Count was never quite sure if there was a such thing as a peaceful mission. "The last time we came here a Sith cell attempted to force us out. We beat them back over Irn, however we did not do so well in the Rift. A small strike team will take back the Rift while we make base here." He explained.

Once they found themselves in an elevator Adron dug in his pocket, producing a small comlink that he held out to Anya. "Here, stay in contact with me at all times. If anything goes wrong I want you to get in touch with me immediately." From his other pocket he produced another link, setting it in his own ear.

Adron tapped the button on the elevator to take them down to the main preparation deck. "The soldiers here are loyal. You can trust them in a tight spot but I'd keep a watchful eye open."

A moment passed and Adron lowered his voice as he crossed his arms over his chest, a bit of concern in his voice. "Are you going to be ok? If we get into a conflict with other Sith I mean. I don't want you to get....confused."

Before she could answer the elevator would open up to the main hanger. He looked to her intently before leading the way out of the elevator. "Commander on deck!" A trooper called out, bringing the deck to silence and attention. "Carry on." Adron said, allowing the soldiers to return to their duties.




Fleet:
The White Nova~Full Outfit~100%
The Outcast~Full Outfit~100%
Ession's Messenger~Full Outfit~100%
Morrow's End~Full Outfit~100%

 

[Anya Malvern]

[member="Adron Malvern"]
Objective- follow orders and protect adron...objective onlanding watch over the placement of the garrison
Location-hyperspace above irn, asteroid field
Post 3

she looked over and nodded as she followed him turning as she walked and looked over at him when he mentioned the rift and a sith team, this unsettled her a bit as she simply nodded

She got into the elevator as she moved around and shifted as she looked and took the comm link as she put it into her and adjusted it

Don t worry I'll make sure that if anything goes wrong I'll tell you and try my best to fix it

She sighed out as she looked down and then back over to hin, she gave a small smile and nodded as he told her to watch out just in cade, she hi estky didn't trust the men so her eyes would definitly be watching. When he asked if she would be ok she took a deep breath in and looked over confidently

However she wasn't able to speak and looked forward at the troops as they went to attention before going about their business, she lowered her voice and spoke

my life and duty is to you adron, if anything I'll use their confusion to my advantage

 

[Darth Arkanus]

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His mind changed, in a blink of the eye it went from focusing on his blaster to focused on the mission, plans were racing through his head, nothing had to be said, he knew what he had to do, and he intended to do it to the best of his abilities. He looked around the cabin once more, at the faces of the people he would be fighting with, he nodded softly to himself, they looked ready, to fight, to die, and that's what he needed to be around, he didn't think he could work with anything less. The masks that covered the group made them seem, emotionless, and truly he felt, they were.

He stood up with the rest, he reached out and grabbed a strap and wrapped it around his arm as he waited, his senses were on full alert, scanning processing giving back to his brain and his brain sending signals back out again. They worked together, his brain and the cybernetics, like nothing he had ever felt before he had them, he didn't think he could live with them, but now he didn't think he could live without them, making him more perspective, stronger, faster, better. His brain and the machines in his body worked with perfect unity, flawless precision, which made him feel... complete.

Finally he felt the ship lurch and stop as it clamped itself to the station. The ship was silent as the doors slowly slid open. Rook was the first one it, taking charge as he looked and saw there was nothing. He called out to them and the members inside the ship began to file out and make their way forward, continuing the mission objectives. He came out of the ship and swung his T-21 around from his back and checked the room as he made his way off of the safety of the ship.

His cybernetics kicked into overdrive as they accessed and read the new information coming t it, looking over every inch of the compound as he and the rest of the team began its movement to find a access port for Marcus' and Rooks' AI's to see what was going on within the station. He kept his eyes open, and his eyes did all the work checking and making sure that him and the rest of the team weren't getting into any trouble. He knew that the other guys had more advanced technology in their noggins but he wanted to do his fair share of checking too.

He heard a scream, he glanced around and realized it had just come from the depths of his mind and he shook his head moving on.

[member="Anya Loma"] | [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Xandari Eriss"] | [member="Marcus Itera"] | [member="Lucien Galtier"] | [member="Alexander Ontonas"] |

 

[Adron Malvern]

{4}
Location: Real Space near Irn.
Objectives: Move the Fleet over Irn and establish control.
Allies: [member="Anya Loma"]

"I trust you Anya, I'm sure you'll be of great help to me." Adron responded.

After speaking to Anya his eyes searched the deck, combing over the soldiers that were preparing for transport to the planet. Finally Adron's eyes caught the one soldier he was in search of. "Follow me." Adron said, making his way past the line of transports that stood beside them.

"We're moving half a battalion ladies, let's keep it pushing! Alpha and Bravo Company will be the first to make their way planet side! Charlie and Delta, you will stay back unless further support is requested. After the Commander clears the sector you can join us in the poodoo." A large, grizzled, man called out over the commotion of preparation. The man's accent was oddly proper for the language he used in exercising his orders. "Major." Adron called out, gaining the older man's attention.

Immediately the soldier made his way down the transport ramp he had been standing on, snapping a salute to Adron. "Sir?" Adron nodded back at the man, not feeling the need of a salute to be returned. "Major Yorus, this is Anya. She is a special task force agent I am assigning to your unit. I want her to report back on the planet's situation for me. She is combat capable and field commissioned as a Lieutenant. Anya, this is Major Solaron Yorus Dooku. The Hound of House Dooku." Adron added, glancing over at the man with a curios expression.

Major Yorus has served House Dooku faithfully for most of his life, however when he was passed over for the position of Count he turned his efforts towards military service instead, his military prowess earning him the title of "The Hound."

"He's my field Commander and a good one at that, he'll take care of you." Adron reasured, placing a hand on Anya's shoulder.

A loud beep rang through Adron's ear, forcing him to click the button on the side of the commlink. "Commander Malvern, we've cleared the asteroid field and are making our approach."

"I'm on my way." Adron responded before ending the commcall. He turned his attention back to the two in front of him. "Well looks like they miss me, I'll see you soon Anya, be safe." With that the Count placed a hand on Anya's before turning back to the elevator.

 

[Anya Malvern]

Objective-watch over the placement of the garrison, quell the riots
Location-above irn
[member="Adron Malvern"]
Post 4

She gave a confident smile, one that was hidden but her eyes would show thanks to his words, she turned and followed him a s she looked at the soldiers marching towards the transports to get in. She looked forward again once again listening to adron

She looked to the grizzled older man as she gave a nod upon her introduction, it felt odd to her having such importance for once l, but nevertheless it gave her some purpose and she loved it.

She had been silwnt, but once adron announced he had to leave to head back to the bridge she followed and turned him as she spoke

you better be safe as well, and something I think you deserve

She tugged her half mask down and quickly gave him a kiss before putting up the mask and winked turned as she walked for the shuttle and looked to the major

when do we head out major yorus

The man had chuckled at the sight then collected himself as he looked down and spoke

we leave out as soon as we are within shuttle range.... lieutenant Loma

He didn't say much as he got in and boarded, anya followed as she grabbed a hand rail as she got ready

Once the cruiser was within range she felt the rocking of the ship as they lifted up and out of the hangar, she took a breath in as she gave a look arpund, she could sense some didn't trust having a special task force around. The ship rumbled as they were on their way to now doubt chaos

 

[Miles Varden]

(2)

[member="Darson Ontanos"] [member="Xandari Eriss"] [member="Marcus Itera"] [member="Lucien Galtier"] [member="Alexander Ontonas"]

Miles slammed into the restraints as the infiltration unit impacted the station. As soon as he was able, he unlatched the restraints and followed out of the pod into the station with the rest of the team. Coming in behind the black armored mercenary, Miles' AX-T5 was up and scanning for targets. The AI that had tapped into his comms was directing the unit to a nearby port so they could download a full schematic of the station. The youngster who'd taken point had already found a hostile and killed him quiet and efficiently. The next step was getting the download before any other hostiles approached the maintenance hall.

His HUD was lit up with information that the AI had streamed to the team. The old Commando armor was still keeping up with the new tech of these young guns. He realized that wouldn't be the case for very much longer. The duster he had over top the armor was faded and worn from use, but it still effectively did it's alchemical duties. His gear was aged but some of it was priceless and irreplaceable. The Lazy Eye Power 5, his Butcher, and the M42 Gauntlets that simulated a FU's Force Push. Enough about what he had from back in the day, the future was what he needed to look forward to, and it consisted of finishing this mission to hopefully get in with Ontonas' up-and-coming unit.