Log:Serenno Convoy Ambush
Serenno Convoy Ambush
OOC Date: January 7, 2016
Location: Serenno
Participants: Fuze, EM-1710, KT-3435 (GM)
The invasion of Serrano was going well for the First Order. The "rebel" forces were overrun in many areas and were now fighting a more guerrilla war, or so it seemed. However, its always essential to move in fresh troops, and that was what the First Order was doing now. Several fresh squads from First Division's Delta Company were being lead by Master Sergeant KT-3435 out to the front lines. Troops were not the only thing being moved, either. Medical supplies, rations, weapons, munitions, and even a fresh set of four TIEs strapped to a couple of flatbeds for transportation.
The convoy would be headed by an armored vehicle used to transport troops to the battlefield and lay down cover fire as well. Aside from the vehicles carrying the TIEs, there was another vehicle for transporting fresh troopers and two more for supplies. All-in-all, it should be an easy, peaceful bit of travel. No resistance had been spotted in the area for some time and it was behind the front lines by quite some distance. Despite that, there were several lookouts posted because the supplies they were transporting would look quite appetizing to the enemy.
The four TIEs explain why Alpha Squadron Commander FZ-4792, callsign 'Fuze', is present. She's making sure the TIE fighters get to their destination intact - you can never trust a groundpounder with sensitive equipment, or so she has been saying to her accompanying engineer. Right now she's riding in one of the flatbed jumpseats, wishing to all hell she was flying and not bumping along in this painfully slow method of transport. In short, she is unhappy.
It's an odd break from combat, but none the less EM-1710 is riding along. Her heavily modified sniper rifle now rests slung over her chest, craddled in her arms like it were a child to be rocked to sleep. Shrugging her shoulders, Emmy seems to have settled in for the ride, but her eyes are scanning the surroundings dilligently.
Getting settled in is all well-and-good until someone hits a landmine. The armored vehicle up front flips over backwards and slams into the truck behind it, tipping it enough that the TIEs it had been carrying forced it to topple over entirely. The other trucks come swiftly to a stop before a trio of rockets slam into the ground around the convoy, one blowing the front end out of one of the supply trucks.
Troopers scramble from the vehicles to fend off the attackers and help the wounded. Several lives had already been lost. Orders were barked left and right, and after a few moments, the second phase of the trap is sprung. The resistance members make themselves known by firing their laser rifles out from cover.
Poor Fuze. That's two of her TIEs on the truck in front of her crumpled onto the ground, and she stares at them distraught; her fingers almost automatically go to the non-existent controls of the TIE fighter she isn't flying. Then the reverie is broken, and she bails out; if these Resistance jokers have RPGs and missiles, she can guess which vehicle is next on the list. She scrambles down and towards a ditch beside the road, flinging herself full-length into the muddy water at the bottom so she can assess the situation. Her blaster is drawn, but right now she's hunting for a target.
The moment the fire starts up? That rifle goes from cradled child to violent weapon. Moving fast, the sniper drops down from the vehicle quickly, using it for cover but not at all wanting to be caught dead if the second one is about to detonate in the same spectacular shocking fashion. Bringing her weapon up, the single bolt punches hard through the head of one of the attackers, but she's already panning on the next. "Fuze! Keep your head down!" With the pilot on the ground this is Delta's game.
Casualties swiftly mount for both sides. The rebels were not professionals, but they had the upper hand for a slight period of time until the storm troopers managed to get into position and begin retaliating. The suspicious lack of further RPGs only works in their favor.
Continuing on, the rebels try to slink forward, and several make the mistake of getting a little too far out of cover. They fall, plasma burning through them.
Unfortunately for Fuze, she appears to be peeking out a little too much. One of those plasma bolts hits the ground next to her, kicking up dirt, mud, and a suspiciously hostile rock that smacks her quite hard. Disorienting, but not lethal.
Fuze was just lining up on another Resistance soldier when she's hit, the rock smashing into her unprotected face and causing her to slither down into the mud. In the process she fires, but the blaster bolt simply sears into the sky like a rocket. There's blood streaming from a cut above her eye, and she blinks away mud and blood, trying to wipe her eyes clean and just making it worse. Now she's lost situational awareness completely.
EM...actually missed. It's enough to make her frown. Ducking a shot from the second target the woman swears, but she takes a deep breath and takes aim once more, closing one eye and peering through the modified scope as she adjusts for her next shot.
Emma's miss is a bit of a surprise, yes. Snipers like her don't typically miss. But, things were going to get a bit dicy shortly after. A laser blast ricochet's and slams into her, smacking her pretty hard. However, the battle comes to a close as the rebels begin retreating. It'd give the wounded some respite.
Giving a curse at the impact Emma goes tumbling backwards, but she pulls herself to her feat and reaches to flick a switch on her gear. The trooper's armor shimmers as her shape is warped and rendered noticably less visible. Taking aim once more she hisses and fires again, shifting her position.
FZ-4792 bobs up to take another blood-smeared potshot at a retreating Resistance soldier, but misses her; she ducks down again immediately, breathing hard with the adrenalin rush. "Dammit," she mutters, blinking and blinking and blinking at the blood.
The resistance soldier is probably incredibly thankful that Fuze got messed up earlier, because he manages to survive. For a little longer. A lucky shot from another trooper takes him down, though. Only two or three actually get away.
Pressumably, their operation ended with a failure, but it was also a massive inconvenience for the First Order. Maze appears soon, from where she had been fighting from the front. "We're setting up a defensive perimeter. We need to get some new vehicles in her before these supplies can get moving again. They know we're vulnerable and might be back. So, we need to be ready."
New tech or not, EM is feeling that wound -hard-. Climbing from her position with a new scorch mark on her armor, the woman steps out from the position to look at the damaged TIEs and shakes her head. "Cowardly attack. When we're restocked and rearmed, we can hunt them down. They can run only so far."
FZ-4792 is being tended by a medic, who is squirting clear fluid in her face to wash out the blood and mud. "If only we'd been in the air," she mutters predictably, flinching as the fluid splashes into her eyes. "Now we're down two TIEs, maybe three." She looks up at the two TIEs that haven't crashed off the transports, eyeing the blast marks on the solar panel radiators.
Maze lets out a sigh. "Yeah, the two that toppled over look... pretty bad. Not my field, but I'd say they won't fly without some serious work. Probably going to end up as salvage materials." She turns her attention from troop to troop, checking on them and making sure they are okay while the dead are collected.
FZ-4792 drags her attention from the TIEs with an effort. They're her babies, but..."How many did we lose?" she asks grimly. "And did we take any prisoners?"
"Sixteen casualties with nine confirmed dead. Considering the ambush, it could have been worse." Maze admits.
FZ-4792 struggles up, looking quite the injured chic with her bandaged head. "What about the Resistance scum? How many dead, and did we take any injured?" From the cold glint in her eyes, one might not imagine that any injured stand a strong chance of survival.
