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Post by Zimmy on May 22, 2014 14:03:37 GMT -8
Zimmy nodded
Thank you, sir...
The boy's stance changed a bit, his spine straightening and his muscles loosening. He looked like a startled prey bird taking in it's surroundings before darting away.
Um... I feel something strange... like... a hollowness.
He turned his head away from Tag and held his arm out towards a pebble on the ground. Even with his basic knowledge of the force the task of lifting a pebble was well within his reach, but the stone stayed put. He tried again with more emphasis in his hand. He could have sang and danced as well and it wouldn't' have mattered. He looked back to Tag with quiet fear in his voice.
I can't feel the force here...
Zimmy let his visor drift to the Jensaarai and saw a look of controlled panic he recognized well. When he was a kid, he and the others who lived with his master were force fed psychedelic and hallucinogenic substances and forced to fight one another. That was the look Adi had on her face when Zimmy's sword stuck through her guts: Wonder, horror and peace. Like something important was missing and there was nothing you could do to get it back.
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Crystaall Sehefadu
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on May 22, 2014 16:23:34 GMT -8
*Crystaall sighed as the attention focused on her. It was her own mistake, and she couldn't bother to explain it to the rest of the group. Taking a deep breath, she tried her best to assure everyone she was alright. Switching her pistol with Tag, she shook her head.*
-I'll... be fine. I severed my connection to the Force, temporarily. I did it so I could focus on our mission instead of having the planet's dark energy hound my mind. Can we please get moving? I'll get my connection back in approximately 5 minutes, and I'd rather not still be in this forest when that happens.-
*Crystaall's temperature began to cool down, after she began to speak, the heat she had earlier still remained do to so much energy she had around her It was almost like she was absorbing its power. Of course, she wouldn't spit out the true reason, for 1 it could sound ridiculous to the group, or it could just sidetrack them from the mission, and she'd rather not have that. The Force here was as strong as she was, and she didn't want to take the risk of falling to it like prey. She hoped the group could just dismiss the issue and keep going. The serious look in her eyes meant that they should probably keep going. And when the Force returned to her, she would be able to focus more inside the facility, rather than outside.*
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Post by Ellie Ordo on May 22, 2014 16:37:13 GMT -8
*Ellies attention went from Crystaall to Zimmy then back again. She found it kinda strange, she was having no problem connecting to the force, then again she had been supressing her force signature since meeting GALSAF. Maybe that was helping her. Her gaze fell on Crystaall, sizing the women up. She knew from experience, mainly dealing with her own stubbornness, that the women's decision would not change. It was then she realized that her hand rested on the pouch that held the Siths lightsaber and her presence in the force had started to rise. Quickly removing her hand from the pouch, she pushed down her presence in the force. Breaking her gaze from the Jensaarai she spoke.* ::She has a point. We best keep moving. The longer we stay in one spot, the more likely it is we can be found.::
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Post by Ander Tagira on May 22, 2014 23:36:38 GMT -8
Tag gritted his teeth, the grating sound of his enamel rubbing together sounding dully over the commlink. He dismissed Ellie with a wave of his hand as Crystaall took the Verpine pistol from him, handing him her own. The Sith have no roving patrols and we're well beyond their perimeter. He gave each of the three Force Sensitives a cold, hard stare. The T-visor of his helmet was emotionless, bereft of any sign regarding how the man behind it was feeling. But the venom was clear in his tone. He holstered Crystaall's pistol and gave the three of them a warning, the only one they'd get. I don't give a damn what you lot decide about your own mental health, but get it sorted now or I'll leave you bound and gagged back here, waiting for pick up so you don't end up crippling our mission. He hefted his rifle and turned away, returning to the head of the column. Now get moving. Tag snapped. Joanie snickered over the commlink. Can it, Joan. Tag warned, clearly in no mood to deal with any more hang ups. He appreciated the abilities Force Users were capable of employing on the battlefield, but working with them could be like sitting sickly children. He stepped off once more, over brush and around tall, spindly trees, ensuring the rest of the column remained well enough spaced from one another.
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on May 24, 2014 6:56:04 GMT -8
*Crystaall only nodded her head and then bowed it when Tag began to speak about herself and two other Force users. But the man was naive to the Force, he couldn't perceive what she felt in her own mind. All he saw was a mission and a beautiful landscape that can kill him. But that's where she admired most of GALSAF's soldiers. They had their mission briefing, two years of harsh training and a good leader. All she had were her allies and then the Force, which she depended on to help and curse her. She sighed and decided to follow Tag's movements efficiently and silently. All she could do was hope she could prove her and her ability in the Force was powerful and useful.*
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Post by Ellie Ordo on May 24, 2014 19:00:09 GMT -8
*Ellie almost snapped at Tags response. But a voice in her head, that sound very much like her sisters, told her to stay calm. Cursing her conscious, she followed after Tag. She wanted to get to the Sith base as quick as possible. Who knows what they had done to her twin in the length of time she has been captive.*
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Post by Ander Tagira on May 25, 2014 12:20:18 GMT -8
Tag continued forward, satisfied their little hang up had been resolved. The going was somewhat slow, due to the denseness of the forests, but they made good time. In under an hour they arrived at a small clearing that dipped downward into a hovel clogged with brambles and roots and undergrowth. Joanie and Chachi were there waiting, squatting by the sides of the depression, their rifles resting across their thighs. Joanie nodded towards the depression, which darkened as it went deeper into the ground. This is it. He muttered over the commlink. Tag stepped forward while the other commandos in the column took up security positions around the edge of the clearing, and peeked down into the hole. Alright, two at a time. Keep your eyes and ears peeled, and keep quiet. More important now than ever we remain undetected. There's no way to tell what the Sith will do to their captives if they find out they're being attacked. Tag stepped down into the depression, over roots and through brush, pushing branches and plant stalks out of his way with the barrel of his rifle.
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Post by Ellie Ordo on May 25, 2014 18:12:16 GMT -8
*Ellie followed the commandos down into the depression. A darkness seemed to wash over her, growing ever stronger with each step. Not the darkness from lack of light, but one that gnawed at her from the inside. They were getting closer to their target. So far things had been going more or less smoothly. This was strange to her considering what it took to even get this far. She kept her rifle trained forward and her senses on high alert. For some reason she didn't feel welcome here, and not from the fact that they were in hostile territory. The feeling extended deeper, right to the core of the planet, as if it was alive and upset that they were here. Ellie tried shaking the feeling but found that she could not. Were they being watched? Was there something out there just as dangerous as these Sith? She switched to a private channel with Tag.* ::Tag. Somethings wrong, I can feel it. It's like the planet itself is upset by the fact we're here. I can't shake the feeling like we're being watched. Not by Sith, but by something closer to this planet itself, something native.:: *Then it clicked. Felucia had a native population of force sensitive beings. Maybe that's what she was feeling. Perhaps they had a deeper connection with the planet itself, and it was calling to them like a mother to its children. If that was the case, then the Sith may not be their only problem.* ::Did any of the information gathered have anything on the native population. Was there a village nearby or any signs of one? Maybe that's what I'm feeling.::
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Post by Zimmy on May 26, 2014 12:24:48 GMT -8
Zimmy fell into his positing, cheeks burning under his faceless helmet. He knew many of GALSAFs recruits were iffy at best about force users, but he felt snubbed. To be disconnected from the force was like waking up to find ones arm missing. The young man simply wanted to relay useful information to a commanding officer. There was something about this place that made Zimmy uneasy. Maybe it was the sound of hidden predators lurking in the brush or the damp looseness of the ground beneath his feet, but there was an utter darkness to this place that sent a part of his mind fleeing. . . like he was closing himself off to some unseen harm. Whatever or whoever was doing this was sure to affect other troopers. Zimmy just wanted to let any other force sensitives in the group know and to prepare everyone for a face off with Sith. They got into your mind, worked at your deepest, darkest insecurities and fears until you open yourself to attack. They fed off your rage and made themselves stronger, taking pleasure in your bloody demise. Zimmy knew he wasn't totally ready and he was sure there were others, especially with the way many people felt towards force users. He fell into the center of a three man arrowhead formation and dove into the jungle.
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on May 27, 2014 3:51:36 GMT -8
*As Crystaall followed the group in silence, they reached a small drop. They only stopped for a short time though, dropping onto lower ground. Crystaall actually holstered the verpine shattegun Tag had given her. It surprisingly fit into the flexible pocket as she still held one of her lightsabers in her right hand. Listening to Ellie's question, she began to go over her own memory of Felucia. It had Felucian warriors and shamans, but not one powerful enough to take on trained Force Sensitive. By her own thoughts, they were probably being controlled by the Sith in this area, which might be a problem should the Sith even discover them. Cracking her neck, she noticed that she was the only one not wearing a helmet. As the Force steadily began to climb its way back up to its strength inside her, Crystaall tried her best to reach out to the Felucians without alerting her presence. Luckily, she could tell that not all of them welcomed the dark Force users. Reverting her attention back to the squad and no longer trying to learn about the planet, Crystaall decided to remain silent, wishing she had brought her helmet.*
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Post by Ander Tagira on May 30, 2014 21:07:27 GMT -8
Intel picked up random assortments of natives several klicks South and East, but it's nothing to be concerned about. No more than three at a time, and only a handful of groups were spotted. Tag looked up and watched the view of the forest canopy disappeared overhead as he entered the weed-choked sewage tunnel. Soil and rushes gave way to ferrocrete and metal, though the ground was littered with enough leaves and discarded flora to pad their footsteps and minimize noise. The Force Sensitives amongst them were bugging out, Tag could feel it at the back of his own mind. They were nervous, one might even say scared.Just like Jedi, eh? Afraid of power. Chachi spoke to him over a private channel. Sometimes Tag wondered if she could read his mind. What do you mean? Tag asked, not getting the woman's point. They sense evil. Darkness. I can tell. They don't like it. It makes them uneasy. Chachi clarified. Tag grimaced, stepping over a large root and holding a hand out to his side to signal the obstacle to those behind him. Have you not heard of what Sith are capable of? He retorted. He couldn't believe Chachi would be so uninformed. Then again, while she'd trained to fight Force Users same as the rest of them, her primary theaters of experience were during the Vong war. The woman, Ordo, said so herself: These folks ain't Sith. They're likely crazed Jedi. Untrained in the Dark Side, they'll lack discipline and skill. They'll fight like they're hopped up on ryll spice. Tag wasn't so inclined to take Chachi's assertions for truths. He said as much as they continued into the dark tunnels leading to the underbelly of the Sith compound. They've got a Sith leader, I'm sure he's plenty capable. Chachi was unconvinced. Our Jettise are afraid of the forest. Of its inhabitants. The Jensaarai is afraid of herself. Ordo is afraid of...everything, it seems.Tag was growing tired of the conversation, it was leading them no where fast. That's why we pack Verpines, isn't it? Force Users can't do much against that, can they? Natives or SIth. Chachi snorted inside her helmet, Tag could see her maybe ten meters ahead of him. True enough. Jettise train to take on blaster weapons, and when they run up against slugs, they get run through like hot knives through snow. Makes you wonder what we might really be facing though, doesn't it? If even these Forcies are nervous? Tag's grimace only deepened. Whatever we face, we face it like any other hostile, and we put it down.Ahead of him, Chachi turned a corner, Joanie at her side. The light had all but fled at this point, and yielded to complete darkness further ahead. Maybe. Maybe not. What can we do against Force powers? Her line of questioning was making Tag nervous. He didn't want to be nervous, not now, not when they were already on the ground and headed for their objective. Maybe they should have taken more time to prepare. Maybe they wouldn't make it out alive. Maybe they'd all fall to crimson blades and crackling Force Lightening.storage.proboards.com/3615323/i/8XmT6HoQljhxqElw8Wzf.pngOrdo, our recce units are still out in the forest, they'll keep us updated on the locals. Hopefully they'll leave us be, but the Sith are our objective. Tag told Ellie, hoping to provide her with the confidence he was suddenly lacking. It might not be enough, Tag. Chachi said. Tag wanted to hit her, shut her up for good. Can it, Chachi, I don't want anymore of your naysaying. Tag muttered after switching back to their private channel. He reached the turn in the tunnel, and followed Joanie and Chachi around its bend. The brush and brambles had yielded entirely to hard stone and metal beams now, and he had to step more carefully to remain quiet.What happens if the Sith sense us? Hoover asked. Tag was glad the voice didn't belong to Chachi. She had already gotten under his skin and he didn't want anyone burrowing any further. I don't know. But with all the life teeming about this place, I expect we'll manage to slip in unnoticed, despite their Force powers. I'm worried about our own though. If the Jensaarai's having problems, that means that Zimmy might as well. Tag split his visor's filter settings, switching the right side of his HUD to thermal, the left to night vision. This would maximize the light ranges he could cover, preventing him from missing anything. What happens if this crazy Sith get into our Forcies' heads? It wasn't a question Tag wanted to answer, but he knew he had to. If they manage to turn them against us, you mean? Hoover grunted an affirmative. Tag swallowed a lump in his throat. Well, what's policy? It was all he could bring himself to say, even over a private channel. Hoover let out a breath, Tag could hear it over his commlink. The man understood. Not even Zimmy was exempt from policy. Force Users were welcome, but they were dangerous as well, and no one was allowed to endanger the mission. Not Tag, Hoover, or any other commando. Not even the Lord Commander himself.Tag continued forward, Chachi and Joanie leading the way in silence. He looked back periodically through his buy'ce's 360Âş field of vision, ensuring the rest of the group was keeping pace. He brought up the layout of the compound on the right partition of his HUD, checking their progress. They were roughly one-hundred meters from their objective, the access point that would lead to the interior of the compound. When he arrived, Joanie and Chachi were waiting for him, their rifles held casually as they looked up at a metal access ladder. The yellow paint was cracked and peeling. The metal beneath was pitted and covered in rust. Water leaked down its rungs steadily, forming a puddle on the ground at their feet that disappeared into the darkness back down along the corridor.Here we are, folks. Hold up. Rear guard, watch our six. Tag told the group, looking up to see where the ladder led. It ended against the underside of a thick metal hatch covered in rust. The source of the water was a leak along the hatch's edge. A rubber seal was ripped and hung from its mount.I'm goin' up with a phalange-cam. Tag said. He pulled a small camera out of one of his belt pouches. It was tiny, no larger than a fingertip. He activated it and pressed it against the tip of his gloved forefinger, then ensured the feed was linked displaying properly at the corner of his HUD before he began to slowly climb the rusted ladder. He made it no further than five rungs before reaching the hatch, careful not to snag the camera on anything as he made his ascent. Tag stepped up another rung and pressed his plated shoulder against the underside of the hatch, pushing as slowly as he could. At first it wouldn't budge and he thought it might be rusted shut, but after a moment the hatch began to open. It scraped quietly as he lifted it, cracking it open just far enough to stick his hand up around the metal lid. Tag angled his forefinger this way and that, scanning as much of the area as he could before pulling back in and letting the hatch shut carefully.Looks like a storage room, we're lucky. It's empty, no lights, nothing. Doesn't look like it's used for anything, or that anyone's been there in years. Tag relayed the feed to the rest of the group, including Ellie and Crystaall, who had that mechanical eyepiece that functioned in similar ways to his own helmet systems. The feed, only twenty or so seconds long, exposed a small room, laden with empty metal shelves and containers. Most of the containers bore the markings of the Old Republic, others the Imperial Crest. The compound had indeed been used by both governments over the years, though the layers of dust and dirt that caked everything looked as if it had been abandoned for decades.Alright, listen up. Tag said, stowing the phalange-cam back into his belt. We'll go in one at a time, of course, and set up in the storage room. The hatch stays open. No one's staying behind in here. We'll stick it out in two teams. Tag pointed to each of them in turn. Joanie, Chachi, Gaunt, Cheeky and Hoover, you're Able Team. Myself, Reader, Zimmy, Ellie and Crystaall, we're Baker Team. Keep your movements slow and quiet. Work in steps. You see a target, identify it to the rest of us. Decide if you can avoid it, if not, devise a way to neutralize it. No one fires a shot or does any killing without my clear, got it? Unless it's life or death, and you haven't got the time to clear it with me. We have the battalion just outside in the forest to call on for distraction if need be, but we want to be able to wait as long as possible before making that call. Our first contingency plan is to signal for artillery on the compound, the Coronel's already got coordinates locked in. But once the fighting starts, there'll be chaos, and we'll risk losing captives as well as having to face down crazy Sith. Savvy? Tag asked, then once the group had split into teams, Tag made his way back up the ladder, phalange-cam fasted to his fingertip. Once again the store room was empty, and he pushed the hatch open all the way, resting it carefully against the stone floor. Once they were all out of the tunnels and inside the storage room, Tag checked the bottom edge of the door to the rest of the compound with his camera. What he saw worried him. He withdrew his finger and stowed the camera, then turned back to the group.Outside there's a corridor to the left and right, but I can't see where they lead. Just outside the door is a large opening that leads to an empty courtyard, nothing but crates and supplies here and there. A couple armed speeders, and a small transport, unknown make and model. At the far side of the courtyard is a large metal chamber, with two walls branching off either side. The courtyard is maybe fifty meters across, though I don't know wide it is. Wider than that though, certainly. Above the chamber is the North wall of the compound. I can see two Sith patrolling up top, East and West. There are weapons emplacements on the North wall, I expect there's more along the rest of the sides as well. There's another Sith hanging by the corridor on our side, to the right. He's not looking our way. I'm going to crack the door and check the corridors on either side. If they're clear, I'm going to take out the Sith and make my way right. Baker Team, you're going to follow me. Able Team, hide the body and split left. I suspect the chamber on the opposite side of the courtyard is hiding our captives. We'll verify with a scan once we've secured the corridors outside, and if I'm right, we'll head around on either side of the place and meet up on the North wall. Again, stop anytime you see an obstacle and figure out how to deal with it. Clear any actions with me.Tag turned back to the door, peeking it open just far enough to get his arm outside. The Sith he saw through the camera was fiddling with a datapad in his hand. The light from the screen cast a green glow to his face. The man was human, but his skin looked burned on the near side. He seemed entirely unaware anything was amiss. Tag angled the camera on his finger left and right, clearing the corridors on either side. They were empty. Tag took a deep breath as he retracted his arm and fed his rifle's barrel through the gap. Tilting the weapon slightly to the side, Tag brought the Sith's head into the view of his canted red dot sight. Letting the air leave his lungs, Tag relaxed his firing hand on the grip of the weapon. His rifle clicked quietly, the round he fired piercing the Sith's skull in silence. Blood misted from the right side of the target's head as his body crumbled towards the ground. In a flash Tag was rushing out of the doorway, Reader taking up his security position, rifle in hand. Tag crossed the distance between the storage room and the Sith in two long strides, catching the dead man by the waist before he hit the ground. Tag softly lowered the body, dragging it out of sight of the courtyard and leaving him to rest behind the wall. He held his rifle aloft and crouched beside the corpse, looking out into the courtyard. He could see the West wall of the compound from his position. Three more Sith patrolled the wall, garbed in the same drab black tunic and robes as the man he'd just killed. Repeating blasters were mounted along the wall's edge, overlooking the forest below. Tag looked back to the storage room and signaled for the rest of Baker Team to follow him as he turned around and began to stalk at a crouch down the corridor to the right.
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Jun 2, 2014 18:38:23 GMT -8
*Ellie followed Tag down the tunnel and up through the hatch into the storage room. She listened to his instructions, taking in each detail and memorizing them. When Tag killed the Sith, she didn't even flinch. Him killing the man didn't bother her, deep down it bothered her that it wasn't her killing the Sith. She bit her lip and gripped down on her rifle, suppressing her feelings. Ellie kept low and followed after Tag, her sense on high alert. The three Sith on the wall weren't as well armed or armored as the ones on Felucia. Guards possible, not fighters she fought before. Instinctively her senses reached out, searching her surroundings. Without warning her mind hit something familiar, something close to her. Ellie drew in a sharp breath of surprise. She spoke aloud into her comlink without realizing it was on an open link.* ::Tag. I found her! I can sense my sisters presence, she's close. It feels like she's below us. Maybe in an underground storage area. The rest of the hostages are probably with her.::*She carefully reached out with the force to try and contact her twin. To her dismay, she couldn't seem to do anything more then just feel her presence. This made her feel nervous. Maybe her twin was unconscious. This seemed to calm her somewhat, it explained why she couldn't connect with her.*
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Post by Zimmy on Jun 4, 2014 12:45:20 GMT -8
Zimmy had trouble concentrating as the squad sized task force crept through the jungle towards their entry point. through gaps in the foliage he could see glimpses of predatory creatures and the occasional Twi'lek settlement. He and the other two members of his arrowhead quietly plunged through the underbrush with speed that rivaled an acklay. One by one, the members of the squad reached the crumbling ferrocrete sewage pipe that was marked on their HUD and dropped into it. They crept down the pipe, Zimmy squirming inside of his armor the whole time. There was something in the air here that made his instincts demand flight: some hidden, though perceivable, danger. With great effort, he settled his stomach and tightened his control over his thoughts. Within the space of ten deep breaths, he was back in stealth mode, footfalls falling silently against the centuries old ferrocrete.
Zimmy watched Tag with interest as he used his finger-mounted camera to survey the storage room the tunnel lead to and crept up the ladder, the eighth out. He stood silently, trying to remain calm as Tag scoped out their surroundings once again. He readied himself as Tag took aim and dispatched the fledgling Sith in their path and was out the door two seconds after the soldier, stooping to the side of the Sith to collect his datapad and weapons. The boy dashed to cover and wiped the pad, storing all of it's information on his own systems, then stashed the late sith's lightsaber and blaster in his small pack before awaiting orders. Zimmy held his verpine rifle close to his chest, his back pressed against a low retaining wall. Stealth was his preferred method of fighting, but he knew how easily their mission could be compromised and how quickly they could be overwhelmed. He took a moment to bring his thoughts back to their center and waited, looking and listening, watching the yellow-orange colored silhouettes of Sith guards pace back and forth atop the compounds walls.
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Post by Ander Tagira on Jun 4, 2014 14:54:57 GMT -8
Tag gave Ellie most of his attention as she spoke, keeping his eyes forward and watching the corridor. Good, you've got her. Now that we have a location on the captives, make sure you Force Users keep your powers turned way down from now on. We don't want your Dark Sided brethren to sense your presence. Tag had a solid understanding of how Jedi and Sith both utilized their latent Force talents, for they were in many ways similar to his own buy'ce. His helmet was nearly a part of him, and he used it with ease, as if it were merely another part of his body. The equipment was even capable of some of the same tasks. With it, Tag could communicate silently and securely with other commandos, and could even seize control of the minds of droids and other machinery that weren't made to defend against such invasion. The comparison only strengthened Tag's assertion that Force Users were just like everyone else. Ellie, since you've got the location down, you take point for our team. Keep your map of the compound open on your HUD so you can relay to Able Team where we're going. They'll continue around the other side of the courtyard and meet us on the opposite end. Tag pressed himself against the stone wall at his back, sidling along it and leaving room for Ellie to take the lead. He kept his rifle up, maintaing point security while he waited for her to take over. When they completed their rearrangement, Tag found himself between Zimmy, the youthful overzealous one, and Crystaall, the stalwart Jensaarai powerhouse. Something about the boy's demeanor told Tag he was having a rougher time with this mission than usual, but he refrained from bringing it up with Zimmy for the time being. Under pressure, Zimmy had always performed well, and Tag would have expected him to say something if he were dealing with more than he could handle. Behind them, in the West-running corridor, Able Team held their position, waiting for the queue to continue onward.
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Jun 5, 2014 13:58:56 GMT -8
*Everything was set in stone when they reached their destination. Formations were set-up, and Crystaall found herself with a familiar face, Zimmy. She did not know much about the boy, but she knew he was a good kid. As Tag instructed, she kept her powers on a down low, this time without stripping them completely and losing her focus. She was now concentrated on the mission, not even the most powerful Force User would stray her from her objective. Crystaall made sure she had both of her lightsabers ready, should any fighting happen and walked with a silent, but deadly look upon her face. The mission of saving Ellie's sister and other captives was now priority one. Priority two was making sure they all survived the escape. Then a thought crossed her mind..... which was that not every plan succeeded with Plan A.*
:: Tag, if we run into trouble, I'll keep any and all hostiles off you guys. I have enough experience dealing with the Dark Side that I won't be an easy target. If it comes to it, I want you guys to go ahead while I defend. I won't take no as an answer. ::
*Having dealt with many missions like this, she knew anything could happen. But even if nothing went astray, she needed to make sure that Tag understood she could hold her own against a hundred of these men. Because she was only strong enough to take on half of that, doesn't mean she had to tell them.*
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Post by Ander Tagira on Jun 5, 2014 16:46:00 GMT -8
Tag grimaced, calling Ellie to hold as he turned his gaze to the Jensaarai woman. His frustration was apparent in his tone and demeanor. Had Crystaall been working with her pint-sized girlfriend, Leftenant Hadrix, her insistence might have held sway. But Tag wasn't a commando, he was a Black Operator, and his missions were run by his rules. Contingency plans were predetermined, and adhered to for a reason. Even in the most dire of circumstances, a good contingency plan carried a far greater success rate than the superfluous fighting style common amongst Force Users. I'm afraid you'll have to take no for an answer, Sehefadu. He bit out, wanting to end the conversation as quickly as possible. Every moment they spent planning was another opportunity for a Sith to take a wrong, ill-fated turn around a corner and expose them. Were that to happen, the captives might be the first casualties. If we've got no other choice, then sure, stick around and dance about with your little blades. But barring the worst of the worst, you stick with the group, and we react and fight as a team. This isn't a Jedi operation, we play by different rules. When this is all over, remind me to tell you how many soldiers I've seen die in combat because some Forcie wanted to look good on a battlefield report. Tag leaned forward, looking passed Crystaall and tapped Ellie on the shoulder, signaling her to move. His words were harsh, but then again, that's the type of man he was. He had no time or patience for heroes, and the Jedi hadn't earned much of his respect during his long years of service. To Tag, success on the battlefield was determined by intellect and preparation, not skill with a blade. He'd seen plenty of Jedi cut down because they relayed so heavily on their lightsabers to provide them cover and offense. Sure, the powers they were capable of were quite impressive, and they could usually take down a room full of enemies before being put down, but what good was winning the battle if you lost the war? Fight smarter, not harder, was a motto common amongst more formal military organizations. It was corny, but couldn't be more true, which was why Tag lived by it as best he could. If Crystaall was going to need her lightsabers, that was fine, but the weapons made noise, were instantly recognizable, and required close-quarters to engage most effectively. Tag would have preferred she stick with the shatterfun he'd given her, but he knew that wasn't likely to happen.
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Post by Ali Hadrix on Jun 6, 2014 13:07:15 GMT -8
Leftenant Ali Hadrix [GC-1124] 4th Platoon Leader, 2nd Battalion, 1st IBCT Five kilometers West of Sith Compound The gunships had inserted them into Felucia's forests without an issue. The local flora grew so unusually large that small clearings were commonly scattered throughout all but the thickest of areas. Each LAAT/i had inserted before their carrier counterparts. Dismounted commandos were offloading first, then vehicles were dropped off once each area was secured. It may have looked like a large-scale operation to an outsider looking in, but the unit was relatively small compared to the size of the rest of the organization. Ali had one platoon and a MAT-TE walker under her command, no more than thirty-five commandos, including the mounted crewmen. After her walker had been disengaged from its carrier gunship, she'd approached it to speak with Pay Company's First Sergent, a Nautolan male named Joot Tan.Everything settled? She called up to the man before scaling one of the walker's thickly armored forelegs. She sat down on the top of the vehicle, just behind the cockpit. First Sergent Tan was standing from inside a dorsal hatch, his rifle resting on the armor outside. Almost. We'll be prepped for movement in about five minutes. My orders are to come within three kilometers of the objective and hold position until we receive the attack signal. Ali nodded. The infiltration team shouldn't be no more than an hour out, then. I wouldn't think they'll take more than ten or twenty minutes after that before they're ready for us. The Nautolan smiled, showing opposing rows of dangerous pointed teeth. It wasn't a smile humans were typically comfortable with, but Ali could care less. She wasn't dating the man, after all.Hearing a voice over the comm, Ali turned her attention away from the First Sergent. It's Hadrix, what is it? The voice on the other end belonged to Pay Company's Captain, In'koh Gatara. Have you been briefed on our standing orders, Hadrix? The Captain asked. Ali replied in the affirmative. Good. I'd like your dismounts to screen a half-klick ahead once we start moving. The rest of the platoons are to do the same for their vics.Aren't you worried about being able to lend us quick support through all this forest? A third-klick would make me more comfortable. Ali replied. Captain Gatara agreed, and Ali dispersed the information to the rest of the platoon leaders. Soon enough, they were ready to move, and Ali hopped down off the MAT-TE's back and rejoined her platoon. Gunnery Sergent Dulton was waiting for her, the platoon's four squads arrayed in a half sphere along the Eastern edge of the clearing. Hadrix, I've got something for you. Ali glanced over at the Zabrak. Ya, what is it? Dulton looked over at a petite human woman roughly the same size and build as Ali herself. The woman had brown hair and deep blue eyes, with a slender build. She was an attractive woman, and Ali thought the scar on her cheek only added to her already lovely visage.Mirian Santiro, assigned from the Firestorm. She's medical, for the most part. For this mission, at least. Gatara introduced them briefly. Ali smiled beneath the visor of her helm, then decided she wanted the other woman to see her face as she introduced herself. Ali pulled her helmet off and tucked it under one arm, extending the other. Ali Hadrix, a pleasure. I'm glad GALCOM decided to send someone down with us, I thought we were going to have to treat all our casualties ourselves. She smiled and winked at the other woman.
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Post by Mirian Santiro on Jun 7, 2014 3:18:46 GMT -8
Goofball Mirian Santiro [LOTSA-NUMBERS'N'FIGURES] 4th Platoon Sheep, 2nd Wool, 1st Shearing Somewhere On This Crazy Random Planet, But Not In The Frontlines For Sure "OOMPH! AGH! YOWCH!" Mirian accentuated each impact she made with loud exclamations as she bounced roughly down a small hill, finally coming to a stop by colliding into the shins of a heavily armored Fardraxas, one of the commandos. It had been going fairly fine for the girl. Her first stint with GALSAF in an actual mission, for which she showed her appreciation by yawning in technicolour into the nearest waste bin when she'd been informed that she'd be disembarking with the armed forces.
They still couldn't tell if she'd thrown up in over excitement or utter terror, or both.
The LAAT/i that she rode with were full of commandos who were somewhat familiar with the rather unorthodox girl. No doubt she guessed they were wondering what she was doing out here with them as much as she herself was. She was a farmer, a mechanic, a self-trained field medic...at the very least, and an endless source of amusement inside the Firestorm just by walking (and crashing) around. The girl had two-and-a-half left feet, and could trip over her own legs three times in a row. She was never allowed to hold scissors as a result. No telling what limbs she'd cut off from herself if she did carry one.
So when the gunship dropped the commandos off, she'd been the last one off from a low hill surrounded by really tall...were those things mushrooms?!? Anyway, she'd tried to be cool, or so she thought, by imitating the commandos who easily jumped off the transport craft. Unfortunately, she'd lost her footing with her jelly-like ankles, and ended up rolling past a group of commandos, and finally being "saved" by crashing into Fardraxas, who appeared completely unmoved, literally, by her impact. Weighing at only a hundred and ten pounds, she wasn't likely to be able to make that much of an impression on someone in heavy armor anyways.
Fardraxas politely asked her if she was all right."Yep!" Mirian said far too quickly, and leapt to her feet, causing blood to rush to her brain and make her a little woozy, and blinked rapidly a few times to clear out the white spots she saw in her field of vision. "Totally fine...yeah..." The hopeless girl stumbled away to pick up all her gear, blushing as she passed the commandos she'd rolled past earlier when she lost her footing.Mirian wasn't prone to overpreparing for anything. It was her first mission, and she'd studied the guidelines in an instruction manual, and then went over with several individuals on what she should bring. So she only stuffed in two Life-Support Kits, a customized GALSAF-issue First Aid Kit, all put into a backpack, and then she'd acquired a utility belt akin to the kinds used by Stormtroopers. She also packed ration bars, a micro power supplier and nightlamp. In addition to her hidden and faulty lightsaber, she also had her S-5 Heavy Blaster Pistol, along with GALSAF issue weapons, and the lightest chestplate she could find. When she was given the armour, she was told try not to get shot, stabbed or bitten by anything. She also had some spare parts and a toolbox to fix droids or machines.
Yep, Mirian wasn't one to be overprepared. She was just carrying the bare minimum.
After her glorious entry, Mirian stood to one side, and tried to brush out the nativity in her hair and face. Being accustomed to having accidents, she did an impressive job of cleaning herself in a relatively short time. Just as she finished, Gunnery Sergent Gatara Dulton beckoned her over, then told her to stay put. The Zabrak went a short distance away to greet someone else. Mirian took the time to take in her surroundings. She'd studied as much about the planet as she could before embarking on her first mission. When she'd learnt that the Living Force had a strong influence here, the girl blanched and had a mild panic attack. The last thing she needed was to be closer to the accursed Force than she already was.
As it was, many of the Corellian Jedi used to muse amongst themselves that she was living proof that the Force had a sense of humor. Yay, go Mirian.
So with that thought in mind, she began to go over her old teachings from her master. There were ways to suppress the influence of the Force in and around her, so she did just that, and that immediately resulted in an increased amount of clumsiness and mishaps happening to her. Any use of the Force held adverse effects for her. Unbeknownst to her, back aboard the Firestorm, a technician who was working on a Walker would have been crushed if she hadn't tripped over her own feet not fifty feet away from him, and he'd come out from the walker to see if she was okay. The walker shortly after lurched forward and would have flattened the technician if he hadn't left.
Mirian scratched irritably at the scar on her cheek, as she continued to size up the planet. She already felt like she wanted off the place. But she would stay here with the commandos for as long as they needed her to be. Still, she wondered if she might not have been of better use to them inside the Serene Moondancer, her ship. Mirian Santiro, assigned from the Firestorm. She's medical, for the most part. For this mission, at least. Gatara introduced them briefly. Ali smiled beneath the visor of her helm, then decided she wanted the other woman to see her face as she introduced herself. Ali pulled her helmet off and tucked it under one arm, extending the other. Ali Hadrix, a pleasure. I'm glad GALCOM decided to send someone down with us, I thought we were going to have to treat all our casualties ourselves. She smiled and winked at the other woman. Mirian was snapped out of her reverie when she heard her false name being spoken out loud, and she'd noticed that Gatara and the other person, Ali Hadrix were now right in front of her, or did she walk over to them? She couldn't quite remember, as her mind had wandered off quite a bit. Ali pulled off her helmet and introduced herself while extending an arm towards Mirian."H-huh?" Mirian stammered distractedly. She was trying to keep track of everything being said, and at the same time keep her eyes out for anything amiss in her surroundings, but then, that would be the whole planet. "Oh! Uhm...sorry, I mean...h-hi..." She reached out uncertainly and gently clasped Ali's offered hand. Her grip was both firm, and shaky all at once. It didn't appear to be just nervousness, and for some odd reason, Mirian gently swayed Ali's hand left-to-right in a dreamy manner, and her royal blue eyes focused past Gatara and Ali, her mind wandering off again, thinking about keeping up with commandos and staying alive, before she blinked a few times and quickly glanced back over at Ali, momentarily distracted again."Oh Hi..." she said, "Right...I'm, I'm attached to the Firestorm, yeah. Trained in field medicine and all that sort of thing, so yeah...I mean, I'm happy to be of service to the commandos and all that." She offered a casual smile, and then tilted her head slightly to one side. Did Ali just wink at her??? What was that about? Was she like hinting at how hard the mission was going to be and this was like a hazing or initiation mission? If so, she wished the commandos picked something gentler for her, like maybe Alderaan. She finally looked down and realized that she was still holding on to Ali's hand, and her hand was trembling slightly. She quickly withdrew her hand and distractedly brushed her hair back with her other hand, placing her still trembling hand behind her, and she smiled innocently.
Get a grip, girl! Mirian scolded herself privately, whatever you do, DO NOT throw up on the commanding officer's boots. Or anyones for that matter.
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Post by Ali Hadrix on Jun 8, 2014 22:01:44 GMT -8
Ali's polite smile faltered noticeably as Mirian's eyes gazed passed her. She glanced over her shoulder, hoping to find whatever it was that had distracted the woman from their conversation, but found nothing. This is bound to be interesting, Ali told herself. She glanced down at the small hand that clasped her own, swinging gently from side to side. The Leftenant could feel Mirian's hand trembling, and assumed it was just nerves. Ali had to pull her hand away with a slight amount of force, Mirian's mind was obviously preoccupied. Ali's lips pursed slightly, wondering if the woman were overly nervous about the coming operation. She didn't mention it, however, in the presence of the others, which might embarrass Mirian. Ali didn't know her well enough to presume either way. "Yes...and all that." Ali repeated Mirian's last words, the woman truly was scatter-brained, it seemed. She couldn't blame Mirian either, her first real taste of combat had led her to some rather dark places. Hopefully Mirian would escape unscathed, in body as well as in mind. "We'll be moving here shortly. I'd like for you to accompany me. I'll be riding with my platoon in that walker over there." Ali pointed to the vehicle, its engines rumbling gently. "If for whatever reason we have casualties to treat, you'll be accompanied by a pair of commandos, to provide you and your patients with proper security." Ali reestablished her smile, hoping the news had helped calm Mirian's nerves.
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Jun 9, 2014 19:14:02 GMT -8
*Ellie took point when Tag ordered her to. She didn't get very far when Crystaall voiced her opinion and Tag made her stop. The exchange of words from Tag to the force user were harsh, but then again they needed to be. This was a delicate operation that could end in tragedy fast. She turned and made her way down the hallway, rifle raised and each step as cautious as the one before.*
*She came to a stop when the hallway widened out into another small courtyard. Ellie pressed her back against the wall and remained in the shadows. From where she stood, she could see two heavily armored guards on top of the wall. In the courtyard itself were at least four more guards dressed in similar fashion. Only two guards in the center were lightly armed. They seemed to only be carrying lightsabers and small blasters. She updated their position to the other team before pointing at a door halfway across the courtyard. Standing in front of the door was another heavy holding a repeating blaster rifle.* ::See that door there. That's probably where the hostages are at. Getting a solid lock is hard here with all the plant life and Sith wondering about. And I doubt they'd post this many guards for an empty room.:: *She scanned the area again. There were a lot of guards the she could see, probably some more that she couldn't.* ::Alright. I'm open for suggestions on how to get over there without alerting those guards.::
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