Moving Mountains (Mandalorian Protectors)

[Arrbi Betna]

[member="Anija Ordo"]
[member="Arrbi Betna"]
[member="Arumi Zy"]
[member="Atin Kandossii"]
[member="Evi Sohl"]
[member="Ijaat Akun"]
[member="Jaden Taacyn"]
[member="Naast'ika Laaran"]
[member="Nolan Detta"]
[member="Olivia Dem'adas"]
[member="Shaw McKeller"]
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
[member="Vilaz Munin"]


Betna stood on a frozen, rocky outcropping. He wore his armor and helmet and made damn sure it was sealed tight. Over that, he wore layers and layers of cold weather gear. The temperature was colder than Hell here and he knew that even a little exposure would give him frostbite. Hoth could go jump off a cliff as far as he was concerned.

But he was here for a reason. They all were. Mandalore had been hit before in the past, they all remembered. It could be hit again and with the rising darkness in the galactic west that gnawed at the Republic and defied all attempts to stem the tide, it was only a matter of time before ships arrived over Mandalore's skies.

It was time to prepare.

He glanced over and spotted those with him. The Protectors were here. They would do what others could not. Would not. They would prepare and build and arm themselves. They would get ready for the onslaught, make sure everything that could be ready was so, and hope it never arrived.

Construction crews and earth movers unpacked and went to work. The great mountain range he stood upon would become their target. Earth would move and rock would split under their efforts and the land would bear teeth. Mandalorian teeth.

"How's the unloading going?" he asked over the comms, ignoring the cold air he could still feel through the layers and his armor. "Everything going okay?"

 

[Anija Betna]

Spoiler

[member="Anija Ordo"]
[member="Arrbi Betna"]
[member="Atin Kandossii"]
[member="Ember Rekali"]
[member="Evi Sohl"]
[member="Jaden Taacyn"]
[member="Mia Monroe"]
[member="Nolan Detta"]
[member="Olivia Dem'adas"]
[member="Shaw McKeller"]
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
[member="Vilaz Munin"]

Anija too was bundled up. She felt perhaps it was a bit of overkill, but then she looked at the temperature gauge displayed in t he corner of her HUD and shivered. Part of her wondered why they hadn't done this sooner. Sure it was going to be a fethton of work, but she didn't care. it was necessary. If they didn't work to secure Manda'yaim, no one else would. She still felt a cold lump in the pit of her stomach as she thought over the events of the last few weeks. Coruscant....Aeten II... Empress Teta. She shivered again, but not from the cold this time.

It was at Coruscant that the course of her life had changed, perhaps forever. Her buir had been possessed by a Sith spirit. Mia Monroe had died there. She still didn't fully understand how, nor was she sure if she ever would. Or if she even wanted to. And Teta. Even now, she could feel a white-hot rage sitting in her chest. She worked hard to keep it at bay and direct the energy to something useful. Like building the Protectors. it was a project of hers that she'd discussed with Ember Rekali at some length.

Back then, she hadn't seen much need to move forward with the idea. Now she wished she had. And so they were. Ordo's turning had been the catalyst for her in a lot of ways. She'd been running Mandal Hypernautics pretty much solo for the last several months, which left her in a good position to supply the Protectors with equipment and such that they might need. What Mandal Hypernautics couldn't supply, she knew they could secure elsewhere.

And now, here she stood along with the others whom she had come to trust. This frozen wasteland would become the first of the new Mandalorian Protectors installations. The Mandalorian Protectors. Some might think she was turning her back on Mand'alor and the Resol'nare. In fact, she was doing the complete opposite. The Resol'nare stated that one was to support their clan, defend their brethren and to answer Mand'alor's call. She felt that this endeavor did all three. Though the issue of Mand'alor was somewhat in the air right now. Gilamar had been killed at Teta, and as of yet, there was no word on who might succeed him.

She shook herself slightly, and went back to helping unload the shuttle. It was so cold here that even droids wouldn't function. She'd need to see about fixing that. "Seems to be, except for the lack of droids..." she complained lightly.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

"Yeah, you'd think the droids would be fine in this weather," he said, a cold gust of wind whipping past and sending chills into his body.

His beskar'gam wasn't new and shiny like Anija's was. His was old, very old. It had been his father's and his father's father's and so on and so forth. It had been resized for him when he'd finished growing. That said, living with Anija had seen him well fed and well taken care of. Gone were the days of bachelorhood, living out of his old Pathfinder and running off of ration cans. Here were the days of home-cooked meals and someone to make sure he ate enough to keep going and then some. He realized this had become reality even more than he had previously when he found his belt was tighter than usual around his midsection. Betna resolved himself with a mix of sadness and happiness to set up a more intense workout at the gym. It seemed he enjoyed Anija's cooking far too much lately, something he didn't regret one bit.

"Do we know if they've set up the demo charges to get those tunnels ready?" he asked. A moment later, a loud explosion shattered the air down below. "Nevermind."

[member="Anija Ordo"]

 

[Shaw McKeller]

Shaw stepped back long enough for the charges to go off. Rock was sent in all directions, but none were fazed. This was the norm for them all. For the construction workers, they were used to flying debris from digging charges. For Shaw and some of the other warriors, it was from explosives used against them. Either way, no one was hurt, the work went on.

He shouldered a massive excavation charge again, and dragged it forward. He wore his armor, though his shield lay in the shuttle with his sword. This was Mandalore, they had little to fear here. Shaw dropped the charge where he was told by another worker and went back for another. It was heavy work, and tiring, but the Force kept him strong and moving.

Plus, it was a nice change from being shot at.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

There were some circumstances under which Ember Rekali considered himself happy to take a back seat without knowing the full picture. He'd seen enough of Betna's and Anija's work to trust that everything was coming together.

The pickaxe fit his gloved hands in a familiar way. When he worked in the cold, even the deep cold, he preferred good boots, a warm hat, warm gloves, and a light, long-sleeved shirt. He was capable of burning twenty thousand calories a day, on a heavy day; that lent itself to a lot of heat. A hot thermos and protein bars kept him company as, strike by strike, he tore his way into the hillside. Dense ore crumbled away, each blow a soft, solid impact that dug the tip in by an inch or so. This was good ore, he noted, with an eye that was growing, if not expert, then at least competent. He could use this for something, in time. For now, what mattered was clearing out this part of this hillside, making room for the duracrete pour. And wasn't that going to be a treat.

 

[Anija Betna]

Spoiler

[member="Anija Ordo"]
[member="Arrbi Betna"]
[member="Atin Kandossii"]
[member="Ember Rekali"]
[member="Evi Sohl"]
[member="Jaden Taacyn"]
[member="Mia Monroe"]
[member="Olivia Dem'adas"]
[member="Shaw McKeller"]
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

For the moment, she continued to unload the shuttle a little at a time. After the first trip or two, she cast a speculative glance in Ember's direction before taking a breath and using the Force to shift the next load. That didn't quite feel right though, and it did next to nothing to help her keep warm. And so, she went back to moving the gear the old fashioned way. There was something... satisfying about it. Shaking her head at herself, she continued like this for another fifteen minutes or so before moving on to the next shuttle.

There, she much the same thing. The supplies she was unloading were mostly foodstuffs, and things they would need to establish the base. Electronics and the like. She wasn't sure how they would hold up to the extreme cold. For now, they were secured within sealed cases away from the frigid temperature. She then moved onto the last shuttle and did the same thing. It wasn't long before she'd finished. And when she had, she leaned back against the side of the shuttle and called up the schematic for one of the loader droids. There had to be a way to modify them so they would function in extreme cold.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Betna slid down the slope he stood on until he reached the flatter ground below. He made his way over to a group of construction and excavation foremen and stopped to speak with them for a moment. A quick discussion on how the work was going was highly informative, as was the occasional explosion from digging charges.

The plan was to fortify the mountain before them primarily, then branch out into a few nearby areas, including the nearest mountain or two. A series of tunnels would be dug at first, then expanded. Rooms and such would be added once that was done, then they'd start moving electrical equipment, wires, power conduits, and power sources. After that, they'd move on to refining the interior, finalizing the installations, and moving on to the second step of the plan.

Stage two was the weapon installations and the hangar bay. The hangar would be carved halfway up the mountain, then shielded and camouflaged. Up the slopes of the mountain would be the weapon platforms. They, too, would be cut into the rock itself, small niches and gun houses made up of the natural stone of the mountain. The weapons purchased from Firemane would supply the main armament of the installation. Twelve light and twelve heavy anti-air weapon platforms would form the defensive teeth of the base, but the main weapons would be the two Tempest cannons bought from the company. Capable of firing on and damaging capital ships within range, the cannons would allow the defense installation to damage, cripple, and even destroy anyone reckless enough to attack Mandalore itself.

The last stage involved finalizing the installations itself, making sure the power conduits were online, making sure all the installations were at one hundred percent. Then, they would expand into the nearby area. More tunnels, more space, more rooms, and more power. Targeting relays, shield pylons, garrisons, armories, comm stations, and much more would fill in the external space while the main area was reserved for power generation, command and control, fire control, and the hangar itself.

Satisfied that everything was in order, Betna moved on. The faster they unloaded, the faster they could dig. The faster they dug, the sooner they got out of the polar wind. The sooner they got out of the wind, the sooner Betna was warm. That, and Anija would be warm and have a nice, cozy place to work. For Betna, a happy Anija meant a happy life... or something like that.

[member="Anija Ordo"]

 

[Olivia Dem'adas]

Olivia stepped off the shuttle and into the biting wind. Snow and cold were nothing new to her. Nor were they to the men and women that followed her down the ramp and into the crunching snow. Clan Dem'adas would do their part to secure Mandalore. They were merchants, sailors, and soldiers. But they were no strangers to hard labor. A quick word with the foreman and her men and women were given orders and assignments. Olivia, for her part, stood her ground against the wind, surveying the site that was to become a bulwark against those who would seek to take what was theirs. The legacy of the Mando'ade and the Taung. Mandalore.

Olivia glanced at the two orchistrators of this endeavor and nodded to them before turning her back to the two and making her own way into the winding tunnels beneath the rock and ice. She would be by the side of her clansmen as they dug at the earth and laid foundation.

 

[Anija Betna]

Anija fiddled with the schematic she was working on for a few more seconds before she nodded. The solution she'd developed to address the issue of the droids not functioning in sub zero temperature wasn't exactly pretty, but it would work. It involved insulating the droids' power core. She frowned. They certainly had an overabundance of insulation to use.

For now, she closed down that schematic and moved off after [member="Olivia Dem'adas"]. She knew [member="Arrbi Betna"] had the construction crew well in hand. The construction charges continued to detonate occasionally, making the ground rumble every few seconds. They were making good progress.

The design of the base itself had been one which she and Arrbi had designed together. They wanted functionality, security, and the possibility of expansion to other areas as a main focus. The design that they had come up with was that - and more. As far as power generation was concerned, Anija had seen to that one herself. She had tried to consider every possible scenario when designing the system. That included the possibility of an enemy force disabling the system, should they manage to breach the base defenses. With that in mind, Anija had made the only sensible choice. Geothermal. Each main system was to have it's own self contained power source. So that if one went down, it would not affect the entire base.

Stepping inside the tunnels, she sighed in relief. Just that cut down on the biting wind considerably. Once her eyes had adjusted, she moved further into the complex to locate the site for the first geothermal generator.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Mandalorians were among Firemane's favourite customers. Yes, the suspicion that the Company said this to every customer might not be unwarranted, but it was true. Say what you want about the sons and daughters of Mandalore, they knew how to use big guns efficiently - and had a strong appreciation for the sort of toys Firemane manufactured. Moreover, in recent history they were rather big on bashing the skull of Sith. This was something the two directors of Firemane Industries could especially appreciate given their own history with this particular cult of dark-robed, red glowstick wielding mages. And so while the Mandalorians worked on constructing their fortress, determined to prove those wrong who proclaimed that armies and planetary defences were just background noise, Firemane was living up to its end of the bargain and delivering.



A horde of heavily armoured transport ships dropped down through the atmosphere, descending upon the planet like a swarm of alien locusts. Except rather than wanting to strip the entire planet bare of resources they brought guns. Plenty of guns. To be specific they carried Javelin and Ballista laser cannon turrets, along with Tempest turbolaser cannons. A while ago one of the leaders of the Mandalorian Protectors had placed an order on Firemane's holonet site, which could be easily reached using the intergalactic search machine called hoogle. The transport vessels would descend onto the planet and offload their cargo at the landing pad they had been assigned to. The credits had already been transferred and once all the forms had been filled out - alas a little bureaucracy could not be avoided in such transactions - the cargo would be loaded onto trucks and transported to the premise where the fortress was being built. Capitalism was such a beautiful thing.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

A small alarm chirped in his helmet as Betna made his way among the work sites. Here and there various crews labored hard and fast along the base of the mountain. He spotted the form of [member="Ember Rekali"] as the man hacked away at a section of rock, heedless of the cold extremes. [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] gave a short nod to him as he passed her before she disappeared into the freshly created tunnel. He knew [member="Anija Ordo"] would be further inside the tunnels as well setting up her power supply grids and plans.

It was all coming together nicely and when Betna checked what the earlier tone had been, it brought a whole new level to the game. The defensive emplacements had arrived. A dozen light anti-air defenses to station around the mountain along with a dozen heavier versions to do the same. The skies would be clear should the base ever fall under attack.

The two largest weapons were the twin Tempest cannons. Massive Turbolasers designed to fire on ships in orbit, the pair would have an unmatched arc of fire up here at the polar ice cap. In fact, the two cannons were entirely crucial to the creation of this installation, in a way. Without those two guns, this station's importance lowered drastically.

With a satisfied nod that things were going smoothly, Arrbi ducked into the tunnel nearby. Other things needed to be checked. The construction had only begun.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Anija Betna]

Spoiler

[member="Anija Ordo"]
[member="Arrbi Betna"]
[member="Atin Kandossii"]
[member="Ember Rekali"]
[member="Evi Sohl"]
[member="Jaden Taacyn"]
[member="Mia Monroe"]
[member="Olivia Dem'adas"]
[member="Shaw McKeller"]
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Inside the tunnels, they were shielded from the boring wind; but the cold just seeped into one's bones. Her first priority was to modify some of the lifter droids to work in the cold. There had been a few offloaded with the construction machinery. Frowning slightly, Anija grabbed some of the insulation and then worked on prying the droid's casing open. Not an easy thing to do when wearing gloves and when your hands were stiffened from the cold.

After a couple tries, she succeeded in removing the droid's outer casing. With the power supply and wiring now ex exposed, she set about carefully wrapping the power supply and wiring bundled with the insulation. Then, she hooked up her engineer's datapad and loaded a new program. It was a subroutine that accounted for the extreme temperature and the added insulation. She only hoped it worked.

Holding her breath, she powered the droid back on after replacing the outer casing. And it worked. The droid came alive, lights blinking and making soft beeps and whirs as it implemented the new programming. Grinning to herself, she typed a few commands into her datapad after disconnecting it. A second or two and then the droid lumbered off to help unload the construction materials.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Ember, to the surprise of nobody, wore a toque when doing manual labour in in the cold. The thick hat prevented the head from incurring the single greatest loss of body heat in the humanoid body. Apart from that, workboots and gloves formed his only concessions to the notoriously harsh pole of a notoriously harsh world. He'd once learned how to modulate his body temperature, just one of the many skills he'd picked up and let slide over a forty-year Force career. Grudgingly -- pickaxe, pickaxe -- he conceded that maybe now was the time to figure out how to do it again. The ability to keep oneself warm in the cold was well within his standard purview; he'd learned pretty much every Control-based skill at one point or another. Tapas was an interpolation, not an extrapolation.

As the pickaxe rose and fell, biting into the oreface, he drew on the Force for heat, much as a Sith would draw on it to conjure electricity. Energy, all energy, was mutable on some level, able to be transformed. To draw in the Force for heat was, in its way, as simple as drawing on it for the kinetic energy of telekinesis, if one knew what one was doing. The hat, the boots, the gloves and the exertion kept his heat loss manageable; slowly, he warmed up in addition to that.

 

[Nolan Detta]

In an offshoot of an excavation tunnel, Nolan sat behind a lifter droid with a couple friends he'd made in the engineering corpe, they had set up a larger than nromal amount of explosives at the next blast site, but before they could count to three, Nolan stepped out from behind the droid and shot the explosives...BOOOOMMM....to the others nearby, a massive cloud of snow would blow through the tunnels. And with that cloud, the snow spit out Nolan, rolling and laughing. Fresh char marks on his armor alluded to his involvement. The engineers were being carried out, coughing and covered in freezing snow by the lifter droid.

Nolan rolled to his feet and continued to laugh....He was more than likely in trouble but that was most definitely worth it.


[member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Olivia Dem'adas"]

 

[Muad Dib]

He enjoyed the work. Working with his hands on manual labor was sometimes mind numbing and physically exhausting. But at the end of the day t was worth it. He was working with several work crew from his clan on cutting the niches in the mountain's slopes. From inside the mountain several crews were working from the inside out. They would end up meeting in the middle.

Straightening he felt his back pop several times as he looked down the slope watching the debris piles grow. We really could use this debris later on. If Mandalore is attacked when we fight back from here there will be a ground assault on this location. We will eventually need trenches on our perimeter. This debris could help with fortifications.

Blinking he pulled up his mid range comm and shot [member="Arrbi Betna"] the idea for later on. Then turning back he slid back into the niche and got back to work.

 

[Anija Betna]

Spoiler

[member="Anija Ordo"]
[member="Arrbi Betna"]
[member="Atin Kandossii"]
[member="Ember Rekali"]
[member="Evi Sohl"]
[member="Jaden Taacyn"]
[member="Mia Monroe"]
[member="Nolan Detta"]
[member="Olivia Dem'adas"]
[member="Shaw McKeller"]
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

As cold as she was, the temperature couldn't snuff out Anija's resolve. Teta... had taken a toll on her, both emotionally and physically. Before the invasion, there had been plans to try and exorcize the sith spirit from [member="Ordo"]. Now, that would never happen. Sighing and muttering a curse or two under her breath, Anija turned back to her work. With both Ordo and Gil dead, they had even more reason to resurrect the Protectors. She shook her head and finished modifications on yet another lifter droid. Sliding the outer panel back into place, she started on the next one.

Continuing like this, she soon had close to a dozen of the droids modified. It was as she was finishing the final one that she felt the ground shake more than it had been. It only took a few seconds for her to pinpoint the cause on her sensors. When she did she sighed and keyed her com. "Nolan Detta, I would remind you that the amount of explosives needed for each blast has been carefully calculated. If you do that again, you will be excavating by hand... Without a heater to keep you warm. Do I make myself clear?" Her tone was sharp. "And if you cause a cave in, you will be clearing it by yourself."

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Betna heard the rumble of explosives in the distance as it echoed through the tunnels around him. They'd only started relatively recently, but already they had made headway. Tunnels were formed and expanded as the new defensive guns made their way to their designated locations. It was moving like clockwork and it made Betna grin from ear to ear at the speed they accomplished the work by.

He picked up the exchange between [member="Nolan Detta"] and his [member="Anija Ordo"], his wife. He chuckled a bit at the antics, secretly wishing he could join in, but knew his wife had a point.

"Love, don't be too hard on him," he said over their private channel. "He's making the work go by fast which makes them work longer and harder. So long as they don't go wild with the charges or cause a cave in, let them have their fun."

He then swapped to Nolan's channel for a moment as he got [member="Atin Kandossii"]'s message. The new Mando had a good point about the debris, which gave him an idea for handling the Detta brother.

"Vod, try and keep it down a bit. Don't want any cave ins today, alright? Tell you what, why not grab some of the extra explosives and start setting up the trench lines I highlighted on your HUD? Blow some holes and connect them, then shore up the sides. The engineers can come along later and add the rest. Sound good?"

 

[Nolan Detta]

[member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Atin Kandossii"] [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] [member="Shaw McKeller"]


Nolan lowered his head like a shamed child, and grabbed the explosives and headed for the mapped points on his HUD.

Having planted the charges in a few lines that he had mapped, Nolan stood back and detonated the charges. A jagged line now lay in many areas. He started digging until the areas were one solid line, and he got creative, to a few that were very near each other, he dug a tunnel that connected the lines for easy movement between the trenches.

Once he was finished, he reported in to Arrbi and Anija, Looks like we have trenches now boys and girls, best bet now would be to stock the lines with storage boxes with ammo and gear I'd say.

 

[Evi Sohl]

It was unforgivably and preposterously cold.

E’vi had never liked the cold in the past, having long preferred the desert climate of Socorro where she’d spent the first eighteen years of her life. But Mandalore had a more varied climate, and she was slowly becoming accustomed to a place with actual seasons and a variety in the weather.

But now, she mused, as she shook her distinctly feline frame, it wasn’t so bad. The blood of a Shi’ido parent was a gift, although a relatively recent discovery. Conversations with her sister Mara and months of practice with her assistance had seen her beginning to unlock the potential her abilities held. It was, however, a limited gift...as a half-blood, she couldn’t project the telepathic impressions to truly fool those with the senses to see beyond the physical; nor, she discovered, could she take the shape of anything larger than a few meters.

She shook herself out of her mental reverie, nose twitching as she lifted it into the biting cold wind. Nothing. Nothing sniffing around the wide perimeter they had set in order to keep the base of the site safe, since the wampa she’d run off several hours ago. One of the vod approached her position, searching for her in the snowdrifts and cursing at his luck. She rose and offered a grin brimming with sharp teeth, her eyes the brilliant crimson of her regular form. The beskar necklace with the sigil of her clan dangling from it lay around her neck, identifying her even though he jumped a bit.

Amazing how well white fur blended in to the snow. E’vi bowed her head as he took up her position, and took the next hour to make a thorough search of the perimeter. Scouts and security in place, she considered her first task accomplished. Sauntering back towards the base camp, she strode through after checking in and made her way up to the tunnels where she was told she’d be able to find Anija. The place was abuzz with activity and she took a moment to drink it all in.

It had been an endeavor that Anija had spoken of in the past, the need for a new group of Protectors. Now it seemed more necessary than ever, given the events of the last several months. The familiar pain settled into her chest as she turned away and headed into the tunnel trying to suddenly remember how to breathe. E’vi took on her human shape, clad in several warm layers that weren’t nearly as comfortable as the fur of the Asharl panther in the cold.

Nodding to a passing vod, she accepted the proffered communicator and tucked it into her ear. She should have been in armor, but she still could not bring herself to wear the beaskar’gam that her buir had given her upon her adoption. It hung unused at home in Keldabe, a stark reminder of what she and her sisters had endured and continued to endure in the aftermath.

Tapping the comlink, she activated it even as she came up to Anija, putting a touch of mirth into her tone in spite of the ever-present tightness in her chest. “Perimeter is secure. Scouts and security solidly in place. Where do you want me next? Please say it involves me shifting into something with a fur coat...I’m freezing my shebs off in this shape.”

Spoiler

[member="Arrbi Betna"] ~ [member="Anija Ordo"] ~ [member="Atin Kandossii"] ~ [member="Ember Rekali"] ~ [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] ~ [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] ~ [member="Shaw McKeller"]

 

[Muad Dib]

"No di'kut, the cables run from outside in, that way we can let gravity do the work. We'll uncoil downwards that way we don't work so hard, right Kad'ika?" Atin jokingly hit the shoulder plates of on of his clan mates. They grinned at one another before Kad moved along back down the tunnel. Looking out of the opening Atin looked at the cloudless sky as he felt the perspiration on his face frost over from the intense cold.

"Buy'ce back on Kandossii." Sliding his bucket on he resealed his suit and climbed from the hole into the freezing winds. His beskar'gam was matte black and easily seen on the snowy mountain side. In twelve other locations other mandalorians were getting ready to wrestle their own durasteel harnesses into the holes. Kad came back and together the two got to work.

It was several hours to wrestle the harnesses in and anchor them down into the mountain's rock. With the frame secured they fell to the ground to wait for the arrival of the of the twelve light anti air weapon platforms. Soon enough it was go time and each of the twelve locations were sites of activity as the mandalorians got to work.

Once the platforms were secured and installed the cables that were previously run were connected and the platforms were given a trickle of juice so they could check the systems. They came online and appeared to be in working order. But at a later date, not to far into the future, they would be test fired. Slapping his vode on their backs Atin congratulated the twelve work crews under his supervision and ordered them to the mess hall to get some hot grub and cafe before the twelve larger niches had to be excavated.

Walking down the tunnel he checked the worklist and reported that the twelve light anti air defense platforms were installed and under power. In the crowded mess hall he waited by the entrance where he slid down the wall watching to make sure his men ate and drank. Soon it would be time for the twelve heavy anti air platforms.

[member="Evi Sohl"] [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] [member="Shaw McKeller"]