Allies: [member="Robert Praxon"] [member="Drass Mon"]
Enemies: Sith/First Order and their affiliates
Objective: Secure the palace, rescue queen, get promoted
Equipment:
Heavy Pistol,
Bacta Glove (3 capsules), Highly calcified bones
Reginald's "disguise"
"Chop chop boys and girls," Reginald beamed as some of the soldiers just entering the pod they were assigned to paused a moment, confusion upon their faces. Standing far to the back of the pod and centered between two short rows of harnesses meant for the fine folk joining his afternoon jaunt stood a fabulously well dressed man, head covered by a conspicuous hood and mask and hands covered with a set of silk white gloves, a mechanical gauntlet over one of them.
"Sergeant Frederickson?" The one woman in his assigned squad queried.
"The one and only. Now if you would kindly strap in young sir." he ordered in a proper yet very clearly condescending manner. He hadn't bothered to even look at his list of subordinates for this mission, frankly he didn't care. They were all just bodies to him until they proved otherwise. Reginald made a point of not strapping in himself until every other member of the team had stuck themselves to the metal coffin ready to plummet to the surface, buckling himself up tightly without moving a muscle, the straps and latches seemingly folding around him by themselves. This occurred whilst Lieutenant Praxon was delivering his own orders, all of which seemed relatively self-explanatory.
"Of course, sir. I'll do my best to keep the children unharmed." He replied directly to Robert and Dras' minds. Comms weren't especially effective when you can't make any intelligible noises biologically. Luckily the range at which he could telepathically communicate was impressive, to say the least.
The next moment, a sudden and expected jolt signalled their descent towards the palace. Moments later, a sudden and unexpected jolt from above signalled the unfortunate demise of well over a hundred people that had just helped them to get to their destination
Oh dear, poor fellows probably weren't looking forward to that when they were enlisted. Best I avoid a similar fate. He thought as the pod rumbled and shook through the atmosphere, shockwaves wracking the hull as they shot past anti-air blasts which couldn't quite keep up with them. Really, they were safest in the few moments between the ship and the ground, though the rest of his squad likely felt very differently. One of the blank slates that were accompanying him was shaking, though not from the force of the pod. From what Reginald could gather, the man was certain they were going to be blown out of the sky.
"Come now gentlemen, try to enjoy the ride! Haha!" He exclaimed to the people sitting beside him, his voice having no real point of origin. Though the words themselves weren't particularly inspiring, the confidence behind them had some small impact on the soldier's nerves. Any little bit would help.
Seconds passed before the pod blasted a portion of the foyer's roof to bits and immediately afterwards the foyer's floor, sharpened bits of stone and glass shredding several armed guards before embedding into the walls, floor, and what remained of the ceiling. Everyone knew what the force of impact meant, and begun to unbuckle themselves
"Ha, weapons still holstered and we've already managed to land killing blows!" Reginald said as the straps undid themselves. He didn't bother to hide his presence in the force. He rarely did; after all, he very dearly loved to let others know of himself in most situations. To those that may be feeling him, his presence was undeniably dark, though not like that of someone who has given themselves wholly to the power of darkness. Strange, though unlikely to have not been felt by experienced force sensitives before in some manner.
The woman that questioned who he was before launch quickly climbed upwards and into a built-in heavy weapons emplacement, firing wildly for a moment before getting her bearings, though not necessarily out of inexperience. The aim was to send whoever was pointing their weapons at them behind cover so they would be worried about avoiding fire rather than shooting whoever emerged from the pod. Even with wild fire, however, she managed to injure a soldier, striking his arm and sending him to the ground, crawling for cover. This gave her time to finish him off with focused fire before unleashing a torrent of bolts onto the remaining enemies in cover, allowing the rest of the squad to exit the pod and get to their own cover with relatively little danger. Reginald emerged last, tapping his cane on the metal plating of the pod as he emerged, standing wide open to enemy fire as he scanned the battlefield, his head perfectly still. Not an especially large force were occupying the room, though they had entered
behind the security checkpoint for a reason.
Should be simple enough he thought as a bolt from a trooper peaking out of cover rushed for his chest, his hand already placed exactly where it were going to land, glancing off his glove and off to his side before quickly striking a nearby wall.
"At least some of them can shoot straight" he said to all nearby before stepping out of the open pod door, and leisurely walking to cover with the rest of his squad the tap tap tap of his cane on the stone floor ringing out as he did so.
Soon enough, Robert's order came in. Luckily he and his squad had already landed nearest the western exit of the Foyer, leaving little exposed running from cover to hallway.
"Understood, beginning sweep," he telepathically responded,
"Gentlemen, we're Westward bound!" Reginald excitedly exclaimed.
"Young sir, you can come down from the emplacement." He said to the woman unloading on the remaining entrenched units. She stopped immediately and quickly climbed down to the rest of the squad, who were hunched behind a fallen pillar, as many in the room were.
"Now stay close behind me if you would." He commanded, the pillar in its entirety raising off of the ground and moving towards the Western exit. Befuddled as some of the squad was, they followed closely behind, the pillar serving as makeshift mobile cover until they had made their way to the more clear hallway which they were to traverse.
"I'll be taking point, you will be covering the rear young sir. You three," he glanced at the remaining members of his squad
"I don't know anything about any of you, so arrange yourselves as you see fit." He said as he begun to stroll down the hall, telepathically 'humming' a tune as he went, twirling his cane.
The entire squad was still for a moment as Reginald walked away from them, staring as he went. A deep voice rose from the largest man of the group, standing nearly a foot taller than Reginald, and likely weighing well over a hundred pounds more, to his companions
"You gotta be poodootin' me. What the hell kinda Sergeant is
that?" he rightfully questioned, bewilderment and a certain amount of disdain hidden behind his helmet across his wide face.
"He's gotta be one'a those jedi I always heard about. You see what he did with that huge pillar?! Lifted it up like it was nothin'?!" an almost ratty sounding voice came from the smallest member of the team barring Reginald himself. "I heard them folks can kill a man jus' by lookin' at 'em!"
A husky voice seeped from the helmet of the remaining member of the squad aside from the 'young sir' "You'd best hope not. Where there are Jedi, there will be Sith. And not the troopers you know. The sorcerers that annihilate battalions of soldiers like cutting weeds from a garden."
"Enough." the 'young sir' said in a commanding, though obviously feminine tone, walking straight past the gossiping group of soldiers. "Get in formation, now." She said, stopping ahead of them and motioning for them to follow their commanding officer, the squad taking up position behind him with the 'young sir' making certain they stayed in line.
[member="Ariealla Vareldi"]
Reginald could feel several presences in the force, most of which trying and for the most part succeeding in hiding their presences. Luckily his species relied wholly upon their ability to sense through the force which was only amplified further by being naturally more receptive to it. Few in the galaxy could sense like he, though the precise locations were still muddy at best, and completely unknown at worst, meaning he was dealing with some potentially serious threats. One, however stood out like a sore thumb. A sickeningly dark presence that caused him to scowl, mentally anyway.
I think we'll be staying well away from that while the children are still here he thought, making a ninety degree turn down a hall opposite the direction he sensed that evil emanating from.
