Log:Resistance: Welcome to the Jungle, Part 1

Welcome to the Jungle, Part 1

OOC Date: June 16, 2018
Location: Stend IV, Juris Sector
Participants: The Resistance, Ektor-Xer Apollyon, Jessika Pava, David Ironside, Sar Yavok, Jaya Kassis, Jenna Lag'Shar, Karas Darkwing, Nova Korell, Rey, Chewbacca

The mission is relatively direct: a Sentinel-class shuttle is to fly with SFC escort to the Juris Sector, and storm a covert First Order bioweapon research installation on the jungle world Stend IV. The shuttle is to deploy troopers who will approach overland for just under one kilometer through dense foliage, capture the facility and extract the data core. Once the shuttle has taken off, the SFC is to bombard and destroy the installation, before returning to base.

Ektor is sitting in a fresh cockpit today, his usual Green 2 still being pieced back together by the Renegade's deck crew after the action of the prior day. Thus, it is Green 3 (another Y-wing) which greets the others of the strike team as they emerge from hyperspace above Stend IV. <<Not a lot here, yeah? Couple minor settlements on the big continent, and our target smack in the middle of the small one. Looks like ...a half squadron of TIEs launching from the ground.  About five minutes to intercept, yeah? Nice beaches, though.>>

The washed out tunnel of hyperspace ends in an abrupt lurch as the Incom T-65c-A2 X-Wing slips back into realspace. It's s-foils are in a closed position and its four fusial thrust engines light up as Jessika eases the throttle forward. Light reflecting off the planet's atmosphere from its star bathes her cockpit in light through the transparisteel viewport, and Jessika's protective visor, pulled down from the Tierfon Yellow Aces helmet on her head, keeps her eyes from having to adjust too much. "Alright, Case, nice and easy." Spotting Green Two's Y-Wing, which is a rental for the day, Jessika naturally adjusts her position off to his flank, in intercept position. <<Red Five, Red Two. Standard intercept formation for Green. On my wing.>> A little more speed.

Before her, Stend IV looks lush and inviting. It's probably a paradise world. That sense of awe is tempered by the fact that she knows she's looking at a planet that's rumored to be a location for biological weapon testing, and even more tempered by its tropical, hot jungles, which would be a nightmare to survive in if she gets shot down. <<Green Two, Red Two. I got your hostiles on radar. Red'll keep your butt nice and safe. Not too safe, though. I'll make sure you have a little more carbon on that thing before this is over.>>

Behind Green 3, Gold Leader follows at a respectful distance on the flank not covered by Red Squadron. A safe distance, in case the Y-Wing's pilot starts drawing fire again. << I'm on your back, you got your seat set up right Green 3? >> he replies to the man taking point. << It'd be great if we could find a fix for whatever happened on Mon Calamari today, we could definitely use the support. >> The tone of voice, even if crackling some with static over the comms, seems to be determined, even over his joking demeanor at the moment. Of course, the group is not engaging just yet, the chatter should die down when the TIEs come out to play.

<<The beaches are nice,>> remarks Sar Yavok from the cockpit of Green Leader. He settles into his chair a little bit, and looks over his shoulder at Rex, his trusty R3. She warbles and beeps a few times and Sar grins. "I'll learn to speak binary at some point. For now, I'll just assume you were tellin' me how pretty I am."

Red Five zips in beside Green 2, maintaining a steady course as instruments in the cockpit come to life and begin conveying a read out of flight trajectory and signatures. Seated in the cockpit of the Z95 Headhunter is Jaya Kassis, Flight Officer and newest Ace pilot of Red Squadron. She keys her comms. <<Red Two, this is Red Five standing by.>>

Jenna was napping during the jump into system, but sits up straighter in the cockpit when the proximity alarm beeps in her helmet to alert her to realspace. Her neck twists one way, then the other, and she grabs hold of the control yolk, "You good back there?" Her gunner gives her an affirmative grunt and she brings Green 4, beautiful B-wing that it is, around to take up formation with the rest of the strike team.

<<Green 4 to Green lead, taking up formation to your three on Red two's wing.>> Flipping over flight control to her stick, she moves in with her pair of foils starting to extend. <<Nice beaches, yeah... did anyone bring a swimsuit? I seem to have misplaced mine.>>

The tunnel of light which is hyperspace ends into real space, Red Leader moves through space moving into formation above Green Squadron. Taking in information and allowing Jessika to call the shots, he doesn't activate his S-Foils, wanting to maintian his speed but have that little extra boost just in case. <<Looks like all wings are here, everyone let's get ready.>> he says into his comms as he tracks the others. Though as enemy fighters begin launch, Karas checks the targets and prepares.

The inside of a shuttle is a second home for combat infantry. Judging by the wear patterns on the seats, it might be the same one that took Private (provisional) Nova Korell on the last combat drop. It sure smells the same: Old lubricating oil, older dust, and feet. At least the view is good. She watches as the planet comes into view. "Pity this isn't a vacation... Pilot, this facility's got to be somewhere near fresh water. Even evil mad scientists can't laugh themselves out of thirst. Watch for power signatures in the heavy green."

Rey stands off near the back of the room of the shuttle that Nova is occupying. Her blue hood is pulled up over her head and she's staring out at the same planet that is growing larger in the viewport. She hasn't spoken in a little while, choosing to generally remain rather quiet before these kinds of operations. Rey had spent the past week on Sullust investigating leads on a Jedi temple overrun with pirates using it as a hideout from local law, it'd been an interesting week.

Now she stands here ready to help her friends in the Resistance. She adjusts the satchel that is draped over her shoulders, making sure it rests slightly behind her left hip.

The six ascending TIEs (targeting computers label them Alpha 1-3 and Beta 1-3) come into weapons range of the Resistance raiders in the upper atmosphere, the pilots observant enough to try and drive at the shuttle in their opening joust. For once, the numbers begin balanced in this battle, and- perhaps for that rare overconfidence, the Resistance fighters roar straight at the enemy in time-tested 'Get Em' formation. The half squadron of TIEs manage a quick triad split, with three ducking up and three down to gain a slight initial edge on their opponents.

Ektor gets caught out of position by his opposite in the battle line, and Green 3's shields take a pair of salvoes. "Eh, for kriffssake," he mutters, mouth screwed up into a disgusted twist. "Tenner, do the shield thing, yeah?"

<<Here we go.>> Speaking over her squadron's communication net, Jessika announces it's time to get to work. Toggling her s-foils into attack position, the veteran Resistance pilot spots a TIE immediately veering for Green Two. Guiding her yolk, the X-Wing sweeps past another one of the TIE/fos to jockey for position, and given the target's intent to introduce Green Two to space, Red Two is able to slip in on his own six. A squeeze of her trigger after lining her targeting reticle up sees the paired Taim & Bak KX9 cannons spit lances of red fire, but the target's movement prevents her from landing her shots. They streak close, warning the TIE that he's got some heat of his own on his tail.

"Rexie, write this down for me. Dirk Steele reunion episode, but it turns out Professor Bomba was actually a robot the whole time and so they have to spend the episode reprograming him to try and get him to remember him. Then, the end of the episode is a montage of all their adventures," Sar remarks, whipping his Y-Wing into position behind one of the TIEs. He fires off a quick burst that's marginally effective, then lets another one fly; completely oliterating the enemy's shields.

Incoming TIEs. Game face on. David sits up from his relaxed position, flipping a switch on his left. Moments after, the cockpit is briefly illuminated with the familiar blue glow, before it settles into near invisibility. <<Green 3, please don't get killed.>> he chuckles seeing the Y-Wing speed off. TIEs heading towards his group at break neck speed, forcing the pilot to break and rethink his approach. <<Are these the suicide squadrons? Anyone know?>> David cranes his head to check the fighters out, rolling the fighter before turning back towards the fight.

The anticipation of waiting for something to happen was not a perpetual instance when you flew in the SFC. As a grunt, it was probably one of the worst feelings, but the moment everything popped off and training kicked in, it wasn't so much about the unknown anymore, it was skill. Fortunately for Jaya, as they swept to intercept, she and the opposing pilot who chose to trail her, could not seem to obtain an advantage on each other. Jolts was expressing his displeasure of their predicament, and Jaya just shook her head. "I know already, I'm trying!" The craft whipped about as Jaya adjusted her speed, attempting to evade or obtain some sort of advantage and not die in the process. She has to look about to keep adjusting in her seat to keep this pilot in her sights, and every adjustment she makes is instinctual.

"Get those guns ready back there, we're going full potato." Jenna says as her fingers uncurl and then tighten around the control yolk and accelerater, her right foot smashes the right impulse pedal and fires the jets to send her into a whirling forward thrust at one of the approaching half flight of Eyeballs.

The B-Wing end over end rolls with the cockpit now at the bottom of their flight-path in a tail to cannon facing back towards the direction they'd come. The ion-cannons lance off blue energy in double rapid succession, shreading the shields like tissue paper. <<Alright escort, we've done the heavy lifting on two of them.. you guys just step right in whenever you feel it's most convenient.>>

Nova winces as the shuttle lurches under a sudden maneuver, the pilot trying to stay clear of the roiling fighting around them. "This never gets any easier..." she mutters, checking her restraints. "At least it can't be long now." She glances over at the woman in blue. "Holding together, Rey? We should be landing shortly." Which is when the bitter, personal part of this conflict begins again.

Red Leader's X-Wing races ahead, with the TIE's coming in fast and Green 3 having moved out of formation, Karas watches the joust taking in the fighters as the Resistance and F/O go. <<Breaking and moving to intercept Beta.>> he calls. Climbing high high and banking around, Karas angles his X- Wing in a tight rolling turn. As his X-wings completes the bank, the S-Foils open and he rips off a few rapid shots catching Beta 2 and as his laser fire hits the Tie knocking out it's shields and now he keeps on the Trio.

Rey didn't seem to budge too much from the extreme piloting manuever... her eyes did briefly close though which might give the impression of the young girl feeling a bit ill, but in reality she was simply reaching out to balance herself with a moment of meditation. Her eyelids open up again when she hears Nova's voice and a soft smile is summoned and given to the other, as well as a little dipping nod of her pointed chin. "I'm ready." Rey declares.

In fact, she starts to turn to move back toward the other section of the ship that will be where they're do disemkbark. Rey glances once more toward the front of the cockpit then proceeds on toward the hatchway.

'I do not like being the one not flying.' Chewie says absent mindedly. The wookiee looks a bit ill at the fact the ship is making some maneuvers he has no control over or can't look out of the cockpit. He readies his bowcaster and moves to stand at the front of the group to head out, big meat shield.

The momentary tactical advantage the First Order fighters had gained evaporates in the chaotic tumble of an atmospheric dogfight. Although none of the fightercraft are downed, the half squadron of TIE/fo fighters are fully occupied by their duels with the Resistance, and not so much as a single blast of emerald green is directed at the landing craft, which glides serenely through the skirmish and toward a landing vector. Well, it's serene and graceful from the outside; inside the Sentinel-class craft, the rapid descent through atmosphere has every seat shaking and shuddering as engines whine and shields glow against the air drag.%r%r<<Man, ALL TIE squadrons are suicide squads, yeah?>> Ektor mutters back over the comms to David. <<Jess, you keep this guy, Iâma swap dance partners with you,>> Green 3 mutters, firing thrusters and veering back around to pick up the TIE Red 2 had jilted to cover his six, prior. Cannons score the shields, and the Tionese pilot swings back around to keep the newly-won advantage.

<<Green Two, Red Two. I'm on your hostile. Try not to juke too much.>> There's humor in her voice despite the grim reality that someone's trying to blast Ektor out of the sky. She's also half- serious. A little bit of a straighter flight path will allow her to stay on the TIE/fo chasing him, and that means she'll be able to engage him more clearly. Adjusting flight speed so she's trailing behind, the glove covering her hand slightly creaks as the leather squeezes against the ergonomic grip of the yolk. "Come on, you kriffer.." Jessika mutters under her breath, manipulating the flight stick and the rudders to keep her fighter moving behind him. Just as Ektor's battle plan goes into effect, the TIE/fo pilot seems to be unsure of what to do.

Jessika takes advantage of that moment and the slightest nudge of her stick puts him in her crosshairs. A squeeze of the trigger sees the paired laser cannons flashing, and a salvo of heated tibanna gas dissolves his shields. The next chews huge chunks of out his hull, leaving it scored with deep marks. <<Nice flying, Green Two, almost got him.>>

David deftly dives into the fight, dodging laser fire left and right, and the occasional TIE itself. The frantic flying of the opposing squadron briefly disorients the pilot, rendering him unable to actually pick a target and go for it. Emerald shots suddenly fly past the cockpit and David rolls the craft before diving out of the way. "Too close." he tells the astromech. The reply is sent to the display in front of David, because N-1s are cool like that.

"You're right, Rex. It /is/ a great idea," Sar says as the TIE he's trailing whips around behind him . He grunts and pulls hard to avoid the incoming fire.

Jaya gains the advantage finally, squaring up on her target and opening fire once the solution appeared as a lock. The pilot was a nimble fighter, but he didn't get away without taking a devastating hit to his shields. He banks, rolling one way, and Jaya slams her throttle forward and adjusts to follow after him. Both appear to be weaving in and out of the lanes of conflict, but Jaya is determined to end the threat of one to go on to another. "Nothing too crazy here. We'll keep at him!" She called to Jolts, who was still worried about the erratic pattern both pilots had adopted.

Jenna is in the business of trying to keep this TIE busy, even if it's really keen when they go boom . Space dust is the best kind when it use to be a fighter, but a dogfight is a give and take situation. In all her fancy handling of the B-Wing, it still turns like a bus compared to an Eyeball, so as she shoots past the twisting wounded hound, they drop in behind her.

One glance back is all she needs to see of the immenient danger. This just seems to energize her, however. The TIE starts shooting, but the bus turning B-Wing just isn't there. The slender design, shifting and spinning with alternating bursts of impulse to keep her immediately out of harms way.

"Nope." said as the first misses, switching directions to turn along the Y axis and send her hurtling in another direction, "Nope." The second is closer, but still not close enough. "Not today, satan."

<<Everyone keep it tight!>> he calls out over the tact net. The X-Wing engines roar as power is added to them, not allowing the trio of TIE's to get far from him and keeping them within his range. He wants to keep Beta group on himself, his eyes stays focused as he presses the trigger hitting the EYEBALL still not destroyed but Karas will get him. For now he gets himself comfortable, rolling his fighter and a evasive dive, he keeps with the other TIEs.

Nova glances out the window again as the ground keeps getting closer. She can actually see trees now ... and hear the abrasive bellow of the sergeant leading the mission for herself and the four other troops. "THIRTY SECONDS! Gear checks, now or never!" She gives Chewbacca a faint smile. "I've always heard that pilots make poor passengers. I guess it's true. But it sounds like we're almost at the end of this ride." A quick look at Rey, a faint comradely smile, that's all she has time for before the ramp falls with a crash, and the sergeant is hollering again. "WE'RE DOWN, PEOPLE! MOVE-MOVE-MOVE-MOVE-MOVE! THE BRASS AIN'T PAYIN' US BY THE HOUR!" And the rush for the greenery begins.

Glancing down at Nova and then at the growly and yelling Sergeant. The wookiee places a hand to the back of the Sergeant and gives a shove. 'Quit yelling and go.' He growls, readying his bowcaster, its held at hip level, ready to be raised and fired if he sees anything. Chewie gives a battle yell and goes charging out down the boarding ramp.

The squad of Resistance troopers hustle through the trees, bypassing the narrow road and rapidly closing on the target facility. As the squad- keeping together admirably as they sweat over the kilometer of dense jungle- nears the target, they come upon the backside of a stormtrooper ambush point; set up to create a kill pocket on the road, the First Order troops are hunkered down against an expected assault from another direction.

<<You say the nicest things, Jess,>> Ektor returns dryly, cursing in the next breath as the agile TIE evades him. <<Coming back around.>>

The TIE/fo previously chasing Green Two is now in a fight for his life. With the Y-Wing escaping him, he attempts evasive maneuvers to shake the X-Wing behind him. It's not working. Jessika maintains pursuit. There's a moment where he jukes and goes to follow, but her gut instinct tells her not to. At such a speed, she wouldn't have been able to follow him as he suddenly banks the other way. She doesn't follow him at all, though. Banking one way and then the other without changing his direction leads him right into her crosshairs, and a squeeze of the trigger at such an opportune moment sends a hail of fire from her laser cannons smashing through his hull and obliterating him into nothing but a spiraling chunk of twisted metal. <<Scratch one.>> Jessika veers off for more.

David brushes the tree tops with his fighter, shaking branches in the wakes of the exhausts on both sides. The shape of the fighter allows him to fly lower than a TIE could, which gives him a tactical advantage when he breaks to blast a TIE from below. One of the TIEs flying around is apparently entirely unaware of the approaching danger, circling around to follow one of the Y-Wings. Then it breaks to chase an X-wing. Then it gets shredded by blaster fire from below, several volleys hitting the TIE right in the center eyeball. It explodes, sending the solar panels careening off towards the jungle, where they explode after shredding on the biggest tree trunks.

It's a good thing her comms aren't open because nobody likes to hear elated giggling constantly broadcast over the tact channel. It's bad enough for the poor gunner sitting behind her who has a nervous expression plastered all over his long jawed face as the Jenna spends a lot of time deliberately staying in front of, but out of firing arc, of the TIE-fighter behind them. "Come on you big turd.. hit me already."

Her fingers are light as a feather on the control yolk as she starts into another upward climb towards inner atmo with the Eyeball zipping in pursuit, but it's all an elaborate trap. All of this is not shared with her co-pilot who would much rather be anywhere other than sitting behind the deranged Corellian as the entire B-Wing zips in, over, and straight back down towards the incoming TIE fighter with such fluidity that it had to have been an orchestrated pattern.

"Hey buddy!" The auto-cannon tracks across the HUD and starts hammering shots out with heavy ozone bleed-off. The initial barrage tears through the fusalog and sends the FO pilot scrambling to regain control... this saves him from the wide second shot that's equal parts zero-g pressing against Bombs in her cockpit as it is the luck of some dead god.

"Don't go anywhere, Imma launch a proton missile up your lilly white ass!"

Behind her, "Can you land and let me out? This relationship isn't going to work."

"Don't be a sissy.. I know what I'm doing... most of the time."

The co-pilot, "I hate you."

Jaya stayed with her target, her hand jerking the yolk and instinctively adjusting as she needed. When she had the angle to fire, she pressed the stud down and struck her target once more producing a trail of black smoke as sparks began to shower from the stern of his ship. Twisting as he did, she stayed with him, but her droid Jolts piped in, saying her shot had taken out a subsystem. Jaya didn't need Jolts to reveal that tid bit, she could tell by the pilot's reaction that he was on his last leg.

Nova Korell squeezes the trigger on her EL-16HFE rifle and with a burst of sparks a bright red blaster bolt flies toward NPC: Stormtrooper Sergeant (11888)!

Listening to the tact net, Karas smiles a little at the calls of targets being destroyed. Still looking ahead, Spark bleeps a few times and the X-Wings targeting system locks and his fingers presses the trigger. The X-Wing fires in a quad burst destroying the TIE. The X-Wing pulls up, he tracks the other two TIEs, <<SPlacsh one of Beta Squad.>> he calls, <<Siterep.>> he calls as the Red striped snub fighter closing it's S-Foils, the X-Wing comes around and it dives down at incredible speeds. <<Red Squadron report in!>> he calls.

The foliage gives the little group great cover as they make their approach to the facility. Sarge gives Chewie a glare as they start out, but takes command and gets the troops moving. And tries to ignore the snickering. Nova grins at the opinionated Wookiee and fans out to one side, frowning as she gets a good look at the road. "Have to defuse their little presents for our exfil," she murmurs. The approach is quiet enough that they don't alarm the guards. Ranging in the commanding sergeant of the guard in her macroscopic sight, Nova braces her weapon on the bole of a tree and centers her aim on his chest. "Sorry, you poor brainwashed thing..." she whispers, and pulls the trigger.

Ever see a person just... disappear? Chewie along with his group heads up the path and comes up behind the choke point that the storm troopers had set up. As Nova takes aim on the Sergeant and drops him, Chewie uses his Magic skills and makes his first guy disappear, the second is sent flying and spinning and doing various aerial acrobatics. Tilting his head and glancing down at Nova. 'Mine was better.'

<<Eh, kriff it->> Ektor growls over the comms, his never very long burning patience spent. Swinging the Y-wing back around and playing chicken with a TIE, as the First Order pilot abruptly veers off, with only a light hit to the shields, Ektor howls in disdain, "You yellow Hutt-sucking piece of drek! Come back here!"

Meanwhile on the ground, the old adage of war proves true: an ambush discovered and turned back on itself is repaid tenfold. The barrage of blaster fire annihilates one half of the First Order kill pocket, from their blind flank. Panicked shouts ensue among the survivors, apart from a sergeant who seeks to restore a skirmish line at blaster point, a dire wound notwithstanding.

As Jessika sweeps around, their squadron communication band comes alive. Lieutenant Darkwing asks for a situation report and then, without waiting for a reply, barks at Red Squadron to report on. Eyebrows hiking slightly behind her visor, Jessika toggles her com. <<Red Two, engaging targets.>> Spotting the eyeball harassing the Resistance B-Wing and damaged, but still in operating order, she can't help but think she, too, has been spotted out. They angle towards each other, but Jessika has the advantage, and since he can't turn any farther without smashing into her, he's forced to give up his back. Jessika's snubfighter slips into position, and quick adjustments of her flight stick keep her on his tail, much to his chagrin.

A key flickering of her targeting computer alerts her that he's in her sights, and a squeeze of the trigger sends a spray of fire streaking across his craft. He erupts in a shower of metal, and shaves a path through the canopy of the jungle as his craft smashes into the ground. At least he was dead before that.

Passing immediately through what used to be his latest kill's cockpit, David steers the N-1 to its next target. The first thing he sees after the cockpit clears the ball of fire is a TIE smoking and sparking, the one previously assaulted by Green Leader. It's flying right in front of him, the solar panels blocking Dave's view of the cockpit. A volley of blaster fire hits the panel in the dead center and up to the left, slowly tearing it apart. When it finally breaks entirely, it snaps off the pylon attaching it to the cockpit, and the fighter spins freely down into the jungle below. <<That's another one down.>> David reports casually, dodging the bits and pieces of the ruined solar panel as he flies past.

Jaya, being consistent and relentless with her pursuit finally seals the deal with a final shot to the stern of the TIE she's been chasing. She's rewarded with a brief flash of fire and mangled debris exploding. Adjusting her flight path to avoid hitting the debris, she searches for the next target and rejoins the the bubble of activity. Hearing Lt Darkwing over comms, she checks in as per her orders. <<This is Red Five, currently pursuing targets.>>

The target Jenna has been playing with for the entire dogfight suddenly disappears off her computer and the Corellian nearly loses her top over it, "Wait, where d-..." Glancing over and around to see a shower of scrap metal raining down upon the forest below illicits a huge, deep frown from the B- Wing pilot. << Illegal play on the field... >>

With her kill snatched out of her grasp, Jenna is left with only the promise of torpedos launched up butts to satisfy her desire for space-dust. The B-Wing swings back out of the downward twisting descent in a position entirely too far away from the last TIE on Ektor to engage with either the auto-cannon or the ion bank. <<Green Four hound two..>> Announcing the impending launch of a proton torpedo from the housing bracket on the underside of her left S-foil.

With a depression of the firing trigger after a lock, the missile whistles off like a bullet towards the agile fighter who is using his superior speed to juke the sync in twisting, impossibly tight, turns. The fuse burns out and ignites in a fireball of highly volitile particles. The force of the explosion bends trees in the forest below and sends the TIE-fighter who was JUST out of range, twisting like a billards ball across atomosphere with trails of dark black smoke errupting from various breach points.

"Ugh..."

Co-pilot, "You need a hug... Seriously, I'm worried about you."

Seeing Chewbacca's devastating takedowns, Nova winces in faint sympathy and sights in that yelling sergeant. He's actually doing a good job, and with a burning hole in his sniper's triangle to boot. Former Sergeant FN-4126 would approve. But Private Nova Korell is holding the rifle this time. "Good job, trooper... wish this could've been different," she whispers, and puts him down with a follow-up shot. It's a pity that there can be such courage on both sides, when only one can be right.

As the TIES are being ripped apart, <<Alright good job.>> he calls. <<Green Squadron, whats your status?>> he calls. Rolling wing over wing as he dives, red laser fires from the cannons of his X- Wing. The shots hit hard into the TIE, he sees the TIE losing power, he stays on him as best as he can.

Rey had split off from the main group and was coming up from a different direction. When the stormtroopers rush off into the jungle, there's the muffled sounds of a humming noise, some quiet shouts... a blaster going off, and then silence.

A moment later and the blue hooded figure that had come in on the shuttle with the other Resistance forces is striding out of the treeline and moving toward the base. Her right hand sweeps up and she tosses her hood off of her head, while her left is clutching a silver cylindrical handle that many in the Resistance have come to likely recognize.

Rey moves at a casual jaunt toward the open facility now, expecting that the Resistance troopers are right along with her.

With the fall of the sergeant, the rout begins in earnest, as Stormtroopers are cut down fleeing for the cover of the trees. Some escape; most do not, many if those who evade blasters find only the edge of a lightsaber. On the ground, the drab, pre-fabricated walls of the research facility stand undefended, the scientists and lab assistants inside offering no resistance to the Resistance.

In the air, a harder fight ends no less one-sided, as the final TIE is set upon from three sides and blasted apart. <<Green here, skies are ours,>> Ektor reports, adding, <<Can the ground pounders hear us on this channel? Tenner? Anyhow, if not, somebody tell them to be quick, yeah? I think Bombs is about to blow.>>

A quick check of her radar and confirmation from Case confirm Green Two's chatter. There are no enemy contacts on radar. "Case, don't relax. Keep up those scans. Remember, they've got designs for a fighter that doesn't show up for us, so I want your dome on the swivel." Then, toggling to a wider communication net. << I got you, Green Two. >> Jessika's hand reaches over to the panel aside her and quickly flips one of the switches, which adjusts the communication band yet again, but this time to the frequency of the ground team running through their own operation. <<Ground One, this is Red Two. All hostile air targets have been eliminated. Be advised, Green Four is coming in to deliver the package. Recommend immediate evacuation of target area.>>

Jessika herself breaks off into a higher altitude to begin an intercept pattern that will keep the B-Wing hopefully protected from any surprise fighters that show up out of nowhere. In the mean time, her s-foils are closed into cruising position, and her own head is on the swivel. She's ready to leave when the operation is done. "Case, go ahead and get our jump coordinates calculated and locked in for RTB."

David keeps low, skimming the jungle tree tops. "Ones, scan that base for anti-air defenses ok?" The droid beeps and boops behind him, translated on the N-1's Aurebesh display as "Okay." David himself runs scans and uses his human eyes to scan for the defenses, though either they're not there or they have not yet been activated, as several passes over the base yield no laser fire from it. <<Seems an all-clear from where I'm sitting.>> he comments on comms.

Jaya manages to return to the collection of Resistance fighters, adopting a reconnaissance patrol routine. Her head is on a swivel, looking through the sky and eying her instruments for any sign of potential interest or danger. For now, she stays off the comms, her input isn't needed. The all clear has been given, and she was certain their scanners picked up on her location near all of them.

Stay cool, Jenna, it's not important. With a blase tone the Corellian bwing pilot's reply is cool as a cube of ice, <<Permission to speak freely...>>

Her co-pilot chims in abruptly, <<Please don't... please tell her no.. You cannot unhear this stuff. .>>

With an exasperated sigh, Jenna grumbles across comms, <<Green four in clear skies,>> Somehow managing to sound like this isn't a very good thing. <<How did you do Paperflank?>>

Meanwhile, she flies a defensive pattern over the forest where ground forces are still kind of engaged, "Start calculations once we get confirm from command we're skids up for return, Redacted." The droids unheard beeping translate on her screen into most unflattering phrases illsuited for ANY product despense by the mouse. "Language... these transmissions are recorded you big metal bag of used beer cans."

The guard's been dispatched, the grounds are as clear as they can be outside. For once managing to stay quiet, the Sarge beckons the troops over to one of the entryways. Two provide security, while Nova stacks up with the breaching team. The Private looks relieved, seeing Rey coming in from the jungle post-combat. She gives the Jakkuan a quick smile and turns her attention back to the task at hand...

Rey reaches a spot of cover and she takes a moment to adjust the satchel back onto her hip and then she looks back to the Resistance troopers as they come up beside her. She looks to Nova and exchanges a soft smile and another little nod.

"Almost there, yeah?" Rey says to the other female with a bit of a stamina drained pant to her words , it wasn't easy running through so much foilage... certainly not something the young Jakkuan was experienced at as much as some others likely are around here (Chewbacca).

"I'm ready though. I won't let any of these cretons harm any of our people." And with that said she turns and prepares to set off into the base with the others. Lofty goals for the young teenager to have, but hey, at least Lofty isn't here!