Log:Relics of the past
This is a log of the past history of Thrawn, From the eyes of the First Order troopers who are sent to secure one of four known objectives.
Relics of the Past
OOC Date: August 2, 2018
Location: Ice Planet: Sarn
Participants: Grishk, Kisaiya, John Drayson, Domino, Sylvixi Janil
To stormtroopers it's just another battle field, but to Valkyrie Squad this one is unique. This area is new, they've not seen this region of space or the enemies that lurk with in. Their Objective is an old Imperial Era base, Base 463. And it's space station in orbit above it. There is a catch however.. there is a shield around the station that is powered by a generator that is in the planet side base.
For almost thirty years, this base has been abandoned, the risks involved with this operation are high. But what mission is difficult? THe rewards for securing this base. weapons, vehicles, and tie fighters along with a Super Star Destoryer and two Imperial-II Star Destroyers. Valkyrie's Task is to turn off the Generator and secure FO Base 463
Grishk playes as stormtrooper FB-0285, Standing on the Assault shuttle he Yells. "We are 2 minutes out, get ready! We are landing to take out the shield generator. Once we land, dump out and move to cover. We will asses the situation once we land"
Sylvixi Janil is the strong silent I-Follow-Orders-OKAY type. At the order that they're two minutes out this totally-not-Sylvixi stormtrooper is going to check his weapons one last time. No need to let them blow up in his face because he wasn't careful.
It wasn't Jonn Drayson here. It was a perfectly average stormtrooper. Corporal MC-9090 was standing ready, with his blaster carbine in his hand and holding on to the top rail of the landing transport. "Stop your grinnin' and drop your linen, boys and girls! We are bonafide, certified badasses of the First Order! Who's the best? We're the best!" Because if he was going to be any soldier in this chickensithspit outfit, he was gonna be the one played by Bill Paxton.
Are they cheering? Because Mr. Grunt is just going to glance up? Shake his head once, then go back to doing something useful till it's time to go.
Domino is #1208 and cluching her rifl, helmed head bouncing like a life-sized bobblehead as she gets ready to land and make her debute with the others. There's a muffled siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh at the theatrics and cheekiness from the polite, her foot tapping impatiently.
TK-0458 (Syralana but not, because Syralana isn't here) is looking over her rifle. Her helmet swivels from one side to the other. "Oh shove it ninety ninety. There's no civvies here for you to excite with your speeches." She would probably pull out a cigar to chew on the end of it, but there's that pesky helmet. Instead she looks about through the menus, making sure the armor is all running properly.
The pilot says nothing as he touches down, the rumble of the thrusters on the ship picks up suddenly as he brings the ship in for a landing. THe ramp drops, and it's dark. The base is stone cold just like this snow covered planet. The ride down was more than likely a hot one for the troopers as they came down from the Destroyer Defiant. Once the ramp is down, no cover is easily easily seen.
FB-0285-Grishk makes his way out of the ship, rushing to the first sign of cover. "Go Go Go!" he yells as he heads out into the darkness. Valkyrie squad was tasked with a heavy mission and this shield generator was the first task, they had a lot of steps to make towards the end goal.
FB-9873-Syl doesn't bother yelling. What a waste of time. Instead he ducks his head down when the order is given and rushes forwards as quickly as he can. Getting shot isn't actually on the agenda today.
"Civilians or not, we all gotta know that we are the biggest badasses in the galaxy! VALKYRIEEEES!" Goddamn he was just so punchable. But he was the guy with the tech kit and unfortunately as a result spacing MC-9090 wasn't necessarily an option right about now. He was invincible!
Still, he was a Stormtrooper of the First Order, and that meant that he was just as capable as everyone else here. Or so he hoped. He was down, behind FB, carbine up and ready for trouble.
Domino just gives another exasperated siiiigh and readies her rifle but Nope-she's NOT volunteering to be the first one off this bird. At the verbal spurring she dutifull trot-stomps forward however. Cowardice has it's own risks around here!
TK-0458 double checks her charge as the sounds change, just about there. Good charge. Just wait for the light to change. Her breathing starts up a bit faster, adrenaline always does that - first drop or three hundredth - adrenaline is fun like that. Just wait for - Go Go Go - that. She keeps the rifle pointed down until she clears the ramp, then it's up and down range to fan out with the others.
The main entrance to the base is marked on the HUD of the each storm trooper. It's not easy to see with the snow blowing. But some of the troopers spot movement at the entrance, some sort of furr covered six legged creatures.. two of them. The are sort of loitering at the entrances then they slip inside, from what could be seen of these creatures they had vicious looking teeth.
FB-0285-Grishk didnt see any of these things, but still moves forward. "Lets go The faster we get this done the faster we get outta here!" he yells. Though he doesnt move forward until the rest of Valkyrie move with him. "Be Aggressive, be violent!"
Borias Temerian (bors) pages: Hmm, 50xp for being a trooper there? :) Hard to compete!
"Yes sir!" said MC, a bit enthusiastically. He hadn't spotted the six-legged bastards until he saw Efbee-Nine have a mild freakout. "Contact!" he exclaimed, bringing up his blaster. He didn't manage to get a shot off, they disappeared into the entrance before them. "At least one big furry mother fracker! Gonna skin it and use it as carpet for the bunkroom! Oorah!"
FB-1208-Dom calls and points her rifle "Be advised two Unknown local Fauna-potentally hazardous by the entryway of the structure!"
TK-0458 gestures with her left hand toward the base - the right still on the rifle - "Movement." She says it with a flatness to her tone, the hand returning to the forward grip on the weapon as she stares down the sights. She didn't quite see what they were, just fur and limbs from the look, she'll keep moving in the direction of the waypoint though with the crunch of snow and that rifle still to her shoulder.
The report of the hostiles has everyone's attention but there is no other movement from that door. Older sentry turrets stand Idle. A few missile batteries, only turbo-laser batteries looking off into the cold, frozen wastes of the planet. There is a long, mournful howl out in the distances, that can just barely be heard over the howl of the wind.
FB-0285-Grishk=The howl is heard. "Prepare to fight!" trooper FB-0285 yells as he sits emplaced behind a snowbank. "We need to move forward and get that generator down so the station can get taken, we need to move!
FB-9873-Syl stares at FB-0285's back, black helmet eyes giving away nothing. If this stupid helmet wasn't in the way... But no. Facial expressions are none as he shakes his head once again and will advance.
MC-9090-Jonn took point. Readying his carbine, he moved forward, scanning the area as he went, and moved into the structure. "Clear!" he called out once inside. Whatever was inside beyond that first room, however, is a mystery.
FB-1208-Dom follows behind the gun-ho supporting cast of every action or military movie ever made in a manner that while proficient certainly does not get glorified on the silver screen. She keeps her rifle point slightly lowered but the butt rests against her shoulder and she lifts the tip to sweep around each new corner regardless of clear called or not. Because.
Crunch-crunch-crunch-crunch the sound of the Trooper's feet moving through the snow at a good clip with the rifle still at the ready. TK-0458 doesn't care if she's on point or one of the ones toward the middle of the advancing group, it's not really her concern. "Alderaan ways in Alderaan places." She grumbles, her eyes flick up to activate some of the inside HUD with a blink to click, and music starts playing through. Glimmik. Always good for this sort of advancing maneuver.
As they neared 9090 went in, and went his direction, TK-0458 on the other hand went right with a scan of the rifle still up at her shoulder and a crouch to keep under the other's arc.
Grishk Moves forward as the rest disembark, the howling ignored as he takes up position. The sight of multiple 6 legged creatures walking around draws the armored Troopers attention. "Attention! Contact front! Move into position!" saying at normal level as they move forward. He holds his shot as the rest of the squad opens up on the targets. Pausing to look down at the map before he stands up to add to the attack.
FB-9873-Syl looks about, not at ALL sure why people are shooting. But Wait. ATTENTION. He can totally do that, even if he isn't shooting his gun. FORWARD HO.
"Hostiles, engaging!" roared out the class clown of this Stormtrooper unit, turning his rifle on the nearest furry six-legged bastard and putting a hole straight through its chest. "Oh yeah! Look at that! How you like me now, boi?!" Did he just say 'boi'? He fell to the side, into some cover, not that he was gonna need it but old habits died hard and even the clown could learn a new trick every now and then. "Two down, good work boss!" MC-9090 exclaimed towards FB-0285.
FB-1208-Dom yanks her rifle up and fires before scurrying to the nearest bit of cover, swiftly claiming ground she's managed to secure by right of her rifle.
There was one bad part about the music playing in her helmet though. If TK-0458 didn't have it playing, she might've been less oblivious to the creatures off on the far side. Instead she's enjoying the beat and the thump of the heavy music that only she can hear, keeping her eye glued to the sight picture. It's not until the blasts of red start up that she even jerks her blaster around to see what the others were shooting at.
FB-9873-Syl gets it through his head that he should be SHOOTING and not just running forward like an absolute idiot. Rifle up and braced against his shoulder FB-9873 goes to TOWN.
Witht he bright flashes, it this illmuinates the room. There are -rows- of heavily armored vehicles, tanks, Chariot LAVS, even some AT-STs and AT-ATs, though these look damaged from what the small burst of light gives off from the weapons. This is the main hanger, this is the ground Vehicle hanger most likely. One of the six legged creatures goes down instantly, the next gets a few feet before it's down as well. But the last two come running, the first lunging at Grishk-trooper, it's jump is to short and lands infront of the trooper the other jumping up on the barrier that John-trooper ducked behind and swipes at him missing.
FB-0285 (Grishk) yells at those not hitting. Though comments on those who do. "Good work. Keep Shooting! We need to down this generator! Get it down so we can go take she space station, our day is far from over, Knuckle up! Who has the charges?"
FB-9873-Syl gets it through his head that he should be SHOOTING and not just running forward like an absolute idiot. Rifle up and braced against his shoulder FB-9873 goes to TOWN.
"I got the charges, boss!" called out MC as he scrambled forward, hoisting the backpack off his back. "Boom time, baby!" he declared to no one in particular, firing his blaster point blank into the six-legged bastard right in front of him. Of course he missed. He was firing one-handed and hadn't braced himself. "Crap!" he exclaimed, the nbroke out into a run towards the generator room, the routhe to which was provided helpfully by his map. "C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon!"
FB-1208-Dom stiffles the siiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh this time so as not to make herself easier to track. As one of her comrades goes down she checks to ensure the way is clear scanning along the scope of her rifle for a shot.
The rifle turns on the creature that had just jumped up onto the barrier to attack MC-9090, TK-0458 squeezes the trigger, the blaster bolts hitting and sizzling through it as she calls out, "Ninety Ninety, watch it." After all, she's not quite sure it's dead yet and she'd rather it didn't rip off his faceplate (well okay, she wouldn't complain too much, she just doesn't want to have to patch him back together after).
With the finaly creature down, there is that long Mournful howl from outside the doors to the base, -loud- ROAR follows it, something is getting closer, to the base, the scent of fress blood is attracting it, someone knows what that is. There are no more of these creatures appear, it seems that this small group was all that was left of the pack.
Trooper 0285 nods and yells "You'll get a metal troopers, blow this damn generator and lets get out of here.!" He yells to to Jonn, tossing him the datapad with the map of where to se the charges. "We have to make sure a space station is clear for Thrawn."
FB-9873-Syl keeps advancing, and firing. Not sure at WHAT, but at something.
Trooper MC-9090 skidded to a stop inside the generator room and looked at the pulsing, whining machinery within. "Hokay, structural supports, structural supports," murmured the chatty trooper as he approached the control panel and saw the tech equivalent of a big red button for him to push. And that red button was like trying to break down a door only to realize it was unlocked. "Sarge, there's an off-button here, still want it to go boom?" he radioed Sergeant 0285 and the squad members.
Trooper 0285 radios "Blow it and lets get the hell out of here! We got a station to clear 9090 and 0458, get back to the ship after detonation, 1208 and I will cover you."
FB-1208-Dom freezes and hastily looks for better cover-given that roar whatever made it has to be enormous so she looks for a nich or doorway which is small or recessed, Oooh look! A hallway "Does anyone want to hazard a guess just what made that sound and if this rifle's gonna be big enough? I KNEW I should have brought a bigger rifle!" She can be heard to sigh through the comm "Demolitions is so very sexy. 10-4, Understood 0285!"
TK-0458 ducks down the hallway after 9090, coming to a stop next to him and pointing her rifle back down the hallway they came from. The butt of the rifle into her shoulder and eyes moving. "This will be fun. You got this Ninety Ninety?" A quick glance back to him before back down the hallway again.
"Sir with that thing coming we need all the guns we can get!" exclaimed 9090 into his comm. He looked through his visor at 0458, tilting his head, and then he slammed his fist into a big button labelled POWER CYCLE. And what happened next? Well, Thrawn's post happens next.
The reactor starts spinning up, the lights start flickering, then the reactor goes down. Outside there is an impossibly loud roar and then the sickening sound of someone being ripped in two. Then the crash of the shuttle as it's tossed towards the building. The reactor cycles back on, THe lights light the entire base. Outside those doors is a creatures some twenty feet tall, it's near impossible to see in the snow had the lights outside not come on as well, the creature ROARS loudly again and starts to retreat, then the sound of the turbo-lasers spinning up can be heard by the troopers near the door, then the thu-wap of the weapons firing, at this twenty food monster as it runs away badly wounded.
"Secure the base, move forward and take positions, 9090 and I will clear, , the rest secure the area and await orders. We will radio Thrawn and tell him the base is secure." 0285 Announces "Secure the exits and start taking inventory."
FB-1208-Dom takes a step back at the carnage. holding her Rifle out from the cover she found and jerking when there's sound of the crash of the shuttle "OOOh, nonoo!" She darts out heedlessly to retrace hersteps towards the exit but then orders come through and she stops and lets her shoulders sag in relief. Hopefully this armor has biowaste removal systems-otherwise she's going to need a spare.
"Yes sir!" responded 9090 over the comm. Phew! He took off his helmet, revealing the sweaty and flushed face of Bill Paxton. He was grinning his loon head off. The loon. "So Four-Five, you gonna come with me down to the bar after this, catch up a lil?" he asked in exactly the voice everyone is imagining. He was slacking off, too. Pushing buttons was hard work.
"Anyone see TI-5555?" TK-0458 asks after the pilot who was on their ride down. Then Ninety Ninety is asking about drinks, there's a slow turn of the head, the black eyeplates staring long at the techie. If the helmet weren't there the slow-blink would be obvious. "Tell you what, you're on as soon as Hoth turns into a destination beach."
TK-0458's moving back toward the group of them, her rifle scanning from one side to the other until meeting back up with the rest. Then it's a matter of taking up a position with FB-1208 to keep watch on the exit and probable landing spot of the next transport.
