Log:The Resistance's Dagger
The Resistance's Dagger Part One
OOC Date: January 1, 2016 (Optional)
Location: First Order's 'Secret' Warehouse
Participants: Ambrosia Greystorm, Atlan E'ron, Gaarurra, Jax Greystorm, Leia Organa, Nym Landala, Oriana , Poe Dameron, Sesti Gath
A modest handful of ships. A modest handful of people. This was what the Resistance had in this very moment to throw at the advances of the First Order. The Republic would offer help, but never outright. Credits here, ships there, occasion information. This was a proxy war fought out of the eyes of the common population that they were about to dive into. Fortunately, General Leia Organa muses with a smile as the two teams assemble, she knows herself a small group of people can change the galaxy.
Once the Resistance fighters are assembled the aging woman stands amoung them in a circle, not above them while she lays out the grounds of todays mission. "We've recieved intelliegence from one of our sources about a supply outpost being used by the Sonn-Blas Corportation to store a huge shipment of arms to the First Order's offencive. As I'm sure most of you are aware, Sonn-Blas is a shell company being used to break the Concordance acts that forbid arming the Order. While the Republic is unable..." she pauses, taking a breath before continuing. "Unwilling to take action, we are not. This supply base is well hidden and will be protected by perimeter defences along with a security team. They are not expecting to be discovered but they are sitting on a large supply of weaponry. We do not know if the First Order will have troops on the ground, so use caution."
Another pause now and she looks towards the pilots gathered first. "Our fighter wing will offer support to Dagger Team as they make their landing. Their first goal is to neutralize the communications dish atop the main building. Destory that and we'll be long gone before backup arrives. From there our ships will provide air support and neutralize any anti-air defences that might endanger the landing party."
On to the ground fighters and she continues. "Dagger Team will infiltrate the base and secure the arms shipment. Retrieval of the equipment may go a long way to our cause, but if it cannot be retrieved then the weaponry must be destroyed." Taking a breath the former princess looks amoungst the gathered troops. "Any questions?"
Atlan E'ron is standing relaxed towards the back of the group gathered leaning slightly against his staff as he listens to the briefing nodding a bit as he listens to plan but since he's not a tactician he doesn't have any clue if it'll be a good one or not.
Having returned with haste for the meeting, Oriana, eager as ever to get a mission and bite the Order in the ass, had been here early and waiting. When the meeting starts she'd of gathered up with her group, being of the Dagger team, the infantry, and stood there arms crossed in a casual thoughtful, big brown eyes focused on Leia as she spoke. "Destroyed?" A brow lifts, she tilts her head some of that brown hair sways around her. "If you're wanting it blown up if we can’t bring it back, I can handle that."
Near to the front is Nym Landala. It's not just because she's eager about what is essentially her first sanctioned mission, but she's also short and if she stood near the back she wouldn't be able to see anything. Jumping up and down to make sure she can see everything would be a little embarrassing. Her arms are crossed as she listens to Leia's information, taking note of what the fighter's mission is. She glances around at those gathered, mentally already sorting teams.
Jax stood among the pilots in the figher group. His flight helmet tucked under his arm. As the General begun to speak he listens as she lays out the battle plan for the fighter elements. Though as word slips to the ground attack. He looks up to those he knows in the ground elements of Dagger group. A bit of concern coming across his face.
Its an entirely new thing being here but one must roll with it sometimes, and so that's what the large figure that is Gaarurra is doing. The gathering does seem to be the start of something though and so he pays attention as the mission is laid out before them and what they are trying to accomplish. The wookiee's been staying near by to Jax and Sesti for the most part though looking about the room he spots a few familiar faces including Oriana which is a plus. "I suppose one doesn't get much done just sitting around." he speaks to Sesti
Among the ground troops, fairly close to the only person she knows (major Amber), is a zabrak of pale brown skin, and black tattoos on her face. Her hair is pulled back, braided between her horns, and she currently holds her helmet in her hands, both hands curled around the open visor to let it hang in front of her. Her armor still bears the crimson and gray of the Waywards, and she's packing both weaponry and medical packs. The marks on her face help her to hide emotion as her purple eyes meet Jax's when he looks over.
"The plan doesn't have the level of reckless foolishness that I prefer in my missions, but it'll do," says Poe Dameron, wryness hitting every note. "I wanna know what the Order is promising Senators and corporations to make all of this worth their while. Surely there's more money to be made doing legitimate business with a stable goverment." He shrugs. "But hell, what do I know? I'm a pilot, not a businessman. I just fly around and shoot things."
He sucks air between his teeth and raises an eyebrow before looking around the room. "I'm putting a bottle of rare brandy from your backwoods planet of choice on there being ground troops. My experience with the Order is that they err on the side of too much firepower. The modus operandi of the Order isn't a natural fit for insurgency tactics. That's the advantage we have over them. We have the organizational memory of how to fight a guerilla war," He looks pointedly to the General, "They don't."
Just as in days of old...boots gotta hit the ground running. At least she'd had enough time to shower the stench of Nar Shaddaa out of her hair. A relic of the now-extinct Kinrath Claws stands silently among the other members of her new team, listening intently to their General. Her uniform is as much of a fossil, but it's been cared for over the years. Still...a change may be in order.
Unclasping hand from wrist, Ambrosia shifts out of parade-rest and glances aside to Oriana's suggestion. "Demo's all yours. We can cover you, if it comes to that, but I sure wouldn't mind some new toys. Do we have schematics for this outpost?" A brow quirk to Leia.
Leia looks at Poe, nodding her head for a moment. But talks of dirty politics and fear tactics can wait till everyone is home again safely. Moving her attention back to Amberosia she nods her head. "We have basic schematics, but they're only so useful as to show us the perimeter and the way in. You may need to improvise once inside to avoid getting slowed by searching." On to Jax now and she looks at the young pilot. "Jax," she begins, addressing him directly. "I know this is all quicker then you might have liked to adjust to things. You'll be assigned to the role of Red 3 from now onwards. Understood?"
Assuming a nod the general looks on to the others. "Prep your gear and your ships. We will deploy in fifteen minutes. Good luck and may the force be with us."
Atlan E'ron glances around, "What's the ground team being transported in and who's the pilot for it?" He glances over at the other tall furry beast in the ground team and offers a nod towards the wookie.
Jax though chuckles at Poe's comment, "Don't worry Dameron, there's still plenty of chance for reckless foolishness. We're flying combat aren't we." He looks over at the T-70. "I can handle it. I'll have Exine loaded into her General." At Atlan's question, "If need the Corellian Phantoms at the city spaceport. We hadn't had a chance to transport it over. The leader of the Waywards thought a Corellian Corvette would come in handy against the First Order."
Gaarurra returns focus as the briefing continues. He must wonder where he fits in or if he's too new to qualify though he'll assume he's going with for the moment until told otherwise. He looks down over his worn armor and the weapons carried with him. It seems most things are in order, though he looks to Pete on his shoulder "Not sure this will be a place for you to go Pete."
Oriana, on a more serious side of her personality quietly considers these things. Eyes flicker to Ambrosia and rest there a second, there is a nod with a twitch of her lips into a smile. "I'm happy to blow stuff up. I'll move as fast as I can, believe me." That being said eyes move around the others taking in their faces. One stands out. It's Gaarurra. Pleasantly surprised he'd get a quick smile before eyes move to Poe. He mentioned brandy. "Well make sure there is enough to share." No, she wont pass up the chance for a drink. When Leia mentions the time limit till departure she in hails slowly and looks down to her feet a second. Not unsure, simply thinking a second then back up.
Atlan E'ron nods a bit towards Jax, "Good to know. I've got a Gambit over there as well but I think that'd serve as a good recon ship if we don't let 'er get ID'd by the First Order."
Nym looks around at the others, studying Jax intently when Leia tells him that he'll be Red 3 moving forward. She gives him a bit of a smile and a nod of welcome to the squadron. Poe's mention of brandy and reckless endangerment is met with a roll of her eyes. She's not about to bet against him - she knows better than that. Once they're all dismissed, she hurries to go prep for the mission.
Major Greystorm stares impassively ahead, working very hard /not/ to steal a glimpse of her son's reaction as things 'get real'. "Way in's all we need. Let's do a com check before deployment, make sure our frequencies link, in the extremely likely event we separate." The Wookiee's comment to his droid tugs at her ear and she offers a fleeting smile. "We'll pair you with someone fluent." Clapping her hands together, she turns about face and makes a beeline for her gear bag. "Hell, I'll volunteer."
At the break to get prepared, Sesti backs through those around her a bit, giving a nod to the Major before coming to the wookiee's side. "Hey," she says. "No doing anything stupid like jumping on a thermo detonator, all right?" she tells him. "I already have one suicidal manaic in my life, I do not need two." Her attention turns, "I am fluent in Shyriiwook, Major," she assures with a grin. "I would prefer to stay with him, if there are no objections." Purple gaze flickers from Amber to her son and back.
"Tell you what," Poe calls out as people turn to leave, "I'll buy everyone a shot of brandy once we knit this thing up. But no shots beforehand. Trust me. Last thing you want is the desperate need for a bathroom break in the middle of a dogfight." He cracks a grin and makes a point of making eye contact with each of the pilots. Then he looks back towards Leia, exhales, lifts his brows and half-shrugs as he heads out to get himself prepped.
The wookiee does note Oriana's glance and smiles to her as well, but the 'hey what the heck are you doing here' conversation must wait as there is mission stuff to do right now and so attention must be paid to. Its not to Sesti he turns as he makes his final checks "I will try not to do anything wreckless, well more than I normally do." Gaarurra gives a smirk to her and nods "That will work, I mean sticking near Sesti." he will move to set Pete down "Wait in the room."
As the other fighter pilots take off for the X-wings, Jax looks at Gra, "Gra, keep 'em safe.... both of them... and keep an eye out for your own ass." He then looks at Sesti, "And what ever happens don't tell Dameron where I got that rare bottle of Alderaanian brandy statshed. I'll be back for it." Then he turns to take off running towards his X-wing.
Ambrosia pauses, looking back to the doc. Her chin dips consent, left eye twitching. Or maybe it was a wink.
Sesti snorts. "I was not even going to tell him you had one, silly Corellian," she tells the man, but doesn't watch him run off. Once he steps away from her, she's turning to follow her team. She hands her helmet momentarily to Gaarurra to check over her medical pack to make sure it's topped off, and then makes sure the brace of vibro daggers are secure, and the vibrblade on her back, as well as the blaster pistol at her side.
CUT SCENE
In a rush of brilliant lights the stars blur back into solid shapes for the pilots and crew of the Resistance offencive. Accompanied by Poe and Red Squadron's X-Wings and old repurposed Lambda-class shuttle carries Dagger team towards their destination below. General Organa hadn't gone into combat with the team, that would be reckless, but elsewhere from a command ship she monitors the situation.
The planet below is simple, back-water and barely settled. With land rights brought out by a cooperation that doesn't technically exist it's the perfect place for weapons for the first order to be hidden from the eyes of the Republic. The resistance however? Not so easily fooled.
Despite the suprise attack, the supply outpost isn't caught completely off-guard. As soon as the ships start to decend from the sky scanners would show four batteries of turbo-lasers begining to charge and pan upwards. The fight is on!
It could be a routine patrol - it could be a no holds barred, completely insane, nigh-suicidal mission with thousands of lives at stake - either way, Poe gets the same set of physiological responses. First, as they jump, his throat clenches. Fortunately, by the time he needs to bark orders, it's cleared. "All right, boys and girls. You know what you need to do. Shoot, don't get shot. Clear the way so our folks can get boots on the ground. On my mark, take a run at the dish."
Then comes the second set of responses. The muscles across his shoulders clench. His heart beats so hard and heavy in his ears that he can barely hear his comm. The moment he fires off his first shot, the moment his ship makes its first hard bank, the adrenaline surges. His body tingles right down to his toes. His mind then becomes oddly clear. A drug addict might say he gets high off combat, and that wouldn't be far from the truth. His first barrage of shots aims to lay down a spread of fire to cover the shuttle.
Poe Dameron tests his Pilot skill at a 110 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (53). Poe Dameron tests his Ranged:fixed mounts skill at a 100 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (85).
As the pilots snap out of hyperspeed and into view of the planet, Nym can't help but grin. It's a nervous, excited expression as she moves the X-Wing into position behind Poe's black X-wing. "Got it, Black Leader," she tells him - the thrill hard to disguise in her voice. Swooping in at his command, she follows his lead, flying forward, eyes narrowing on the targets. "Right behind you." The plane wings forward.
Nym Landala tests her Pilot skill at a 110 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (64). Nym Landala tests her Ranged:fixed mounts skill at a 100 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (35).
Red 3's pilot pulls back on the lever spreading the S-foil of his X-wing into attack position. Jax calls to Xine, "Alright keep your sensors peeled. This is the real thing. Keep a monintor of the ships systems. I want double front on the shields until engaged." The little R2 unit beeps at Jax, "Yup I told you it was going to be an adventure." Jax opens up the red squad channel, "Red 3 checking in. I all systems are green. Alright Red Four lets give the groundies a smooth landing as a twi'lek dancing girl's ass." He moves into attack formation with Red 4 as they begin their supressing fire. As his cross hairs turn gold on his heads up display and te cockpit fills with a ping sound from Xine on one of the turrents. Jax pulls the ptrigger on his flight contol and red lasers spears fly from his quad blaster of the s-foil twards the turbolaser turrents.
Jax Greystorm tests his Pilot skill at a 110 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (77). Jax Greystorm tests his Ranged:fixed mounts skill at a 100 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (32).
As the firefight in the sky begins, Ambrosia closes her eyes, uttering a quick and silent prayer, then pats down her gear. "All right, we haven't got much time, so I'm gonna give just a bit of advice, for those of you who haven't had the pleasure of wetting your feet. Best way to survive down there is to be quiet - for as long as possible. If there's a way to sneak past patrols without firing a shot, do it. If there's not, then execute a hit-and-run and pray there's a convenient nook nearby to stash the corpse. Maintain radio silence unless absolutely necessary. If we split, I want two clicks--" She demonstrates with a tapping of the com control in her helmet "Every five minutes. Tells us you're still alive and salvagable."
Readjusting her squat with a small wince, she checks her blaster for a third time. "Keep demo girl alive. Her skillset's the last chance we've got to spit in their stew if things get hot. Everyone clear?"
Gaarurra sits mostly still next to Sesti on the shuttle as they wait for their run at the ground. He's already checked over his gear and so now its only time to wait which is the hardest part. The com traffic from the space group comes through and its at least a signal that time is passing, and they aren't just stuck there. His bowcaster is brought to hands and readied and then all he can do is wait and hope they make it to the group in one piece. The advice is taken in and nods with understanding "Understood Ma'am." he comments
Oriana had been sitting there in the shuttle looking at her hands. They are on her lap and she seems a touch tense. Taking a deep calming breath in she closes her eyes and whispers something to herself. It's not a prayer for her. "One at a time." She speaks and opens her eyes looking to the others. As they get ready to go her hand grabs her blaster, it's been checked and she moves to be at a ready. Looking to Ambrosia she gives the woman a crooked grin. "Demo girl, I like it." She says with a chuckle and gives a nod. "I'll move as fast as I can. Get in, get out."
Sesti squats easily next to the Major. Whether or not she's had her feet wet isn't readily apparent in any eagerness or lack thereof. She nods as she listens to Ambrosia, her eyes glancing across to Oriana at the mention of keeping her alive. She holds no weapons, yet, and a strange cannister is lashed to her med pac. "Understood, Major," she echoes Gaarurra, then glances up to him.
"All right!" says Poe. He can't quite keep the joy from his voice as BB-8 relays the results of their fire in a series of chirps and whistles. "Red 3, make a run for the dish. Hit it fast and hard and then pull up. I'll cover you. Red 2, take another run at those turrets."
He pulls up on his controls, dodges fire without returning it and takes a few seconds to assess the situation. "BB-8, keep an eye out for movement from the surface. I may be paranoid, but I can't remember the last time we went on a mission where it was //only// turrets."
The little round droid lets off a series of noises in binary.
"...right, fine. So it wasn't that long ago."
Another series of chirps.
"Okay, //okay//, so sometimes it //is// just turrets. You and your photographic memory bank," he mumbles with no trace of real rancor. Then he positions himself to be ready to cover Jax.
Poe Dameron tests his Pilot skill at a 130 difficulty. -Failed- (-14). Poe Dameron tests his Ranged:fixed mounts skill at a 100 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (71).
Nym Landala tests her Pilot skill at a 130 difficulty. -Failed- (-8). Nym Landala tests her Ranged:fixed mounts skill at a 100 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (80).
Nym quickly peels her X-Wing to the right fire starts to come at them. Flying right behind Poe, she targets the same turrets he did. It's already smoking by the time her blasters hit. With a burst of fire, the turret explodes and the Red Painted X-Wing swoops through the smoke. Circling backward to be back into position, she breaks out of formation. Looks like they're splitting up. "Looks like you're owing some people some expensive liquor, Poe," she teases as she flies forward, taking point on the turrets. "Let's go, Artie, all in on the turrets!"
Red 3 makes it through the first pass unscathed. He calls back to Exine, ""Bet you wish we were back on Nar Shaddaa with Lily and Sparky. Keep an eye the sky... Anything shows up and I mean anything that isn't in the squad, the lambda, or eye in sky. I want to know." He was getting into postion for another run on the remaining dish when his orders comes in. "Got it Black Leader." He says hitting a rudder and pulling on his stick to form up with Poe. "Beginning attack run now." He says switching his weapons to Proton torpedoes as he begins his run against the dish. Xine letting out a cry as Jax makes his run against the dish sounding like the equivelant of a kid on a roller coaster turning into a target lock ping. Jax pulls the trigger firing a proton torpedo at the dish."
Jax Greystorm tests his Pilot skill at a 130 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (88). Jax Greystorm tests his Ranged:fixed mounts skill at a 90 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (74).
Its hard thing when all you can do is stand or crouch and listen to the sounds of battle through a com, but it doesnt sound too bad so far. A few alarms signaling hits to shields and the like. Gaarurra will look back to Sesti. "Nothing crazy from you either, if anything you have to come back in one piece most important." He says though looking to Oriana he smiles at the comment made "You as well stay safe." but she may not understand without his droid to translate him.
"Happy hunting," the Major flips down the partial visor of her helmet and settles on a final stance. Legs seem to be getting a bit restless, these days. Or, maybe it's just the anticipation of what's to come. Her upper half makes up for the fidgety lower quandrant, however, as poised as a statue as she marks the ramp with a predatory stare. Her left hand slides through a strap in the floor, body locking into a crouch, as braced as a loaded spring can be.
Her helmet is pulled and settled into place, and Sesti draws her blaster, holding it low as she prepares to sneak off the shuttle. She gives Gaarurra a nod. "Not more important, but I promise, nothing stupid." Then she's forming up behind the Major, her crouch fairly similar, the combat medic is coiled and ready.
Where Oriana stands, she is also at a ready. Armour on, demolitions ready to be set. Her blaster set to go. She awaits the order to depart and begin their journey on the ground and while doing so would give a nod of good luck to each of those with her.
Atlan E'ron nods towards the others as he clasps his helmet on and toggles up the visor's hud. He checks his blaster in its holster to ensure its easy to remove as he preps to dismount the vessel when it touches down.
Gaarurra stands and moves though he's only half standing infront of Sesti himself not so much coiled but he's crouched slightly ready to spring with preditory instincts. His weapon is held at the ready for when the hatch pops open ready to be met with ground forces or to start their own assult.
"Worth every credit," says Poe over the comm to Nym. "Besides, I didn't say it'd be //good// brandy. Whoah..." he winces and sucks air between his teeth as his shields are clipped and the ship rocks. But then BB-8 is relaying the good news. "Whoah-hoah, nice shooting, Red 3. Nicely done! Let's clean up the last turret. Red 2, lead the way. We've got your six."
Then he opens a channel to the ground. "Greystorm, dish is down. We're clearing up the turrets. Soon, it'll be clear sailing. It's all yours."
Poe Dameron tests his Pilot skill at a 100 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (40). Poe Dameron tests his Ranged:fixed mounts skill at a 100 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (65).
"Great shot!" Nym tells Jax with a whoop. Her own flight forward is rocked slightly by turret fire. The one she focuses on is damaged but still not down. She circles backward. "You okay back there?" She glances backward to make sure that everything is still in place - namely her droid friend. Once assured of that, she focuses forward again. At being given point, her eyes narrow. "Got it, Black Leader, let's bring it down!"
Nym Landala tests her Pilot skill at a 100 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (48). Nym Landala tests her Ranged:fixed mounts skill at a 100 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (31).
Red 3 emerges from the deluge of flakk fire. The pilot letting out a whooo sound as the dish blows up. "Good job Exine, Your doing great. This is an adventure. Never said it would be dangerous." He says taking a breath and answers Poe, "Just another day at the office Black Leader. But I won't turn down a complient or a drink. Though after a shot like that I better be a good drink. I'm sure Red 2 agrees this is thirst work." As he moves back into formation with the rest of Red sqadron. He turns his head to look at the Lambda Shuttle below for a moment with an expression of concern. Then turns back to the targeting run against the last tower. His weapons switched to back to quad fire cannons. He opens fire on the turrent.
Jax Greystorm tests his Pilot skill at a 100 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (58). Jax Greystorm tests his Ranged:fixed mounts skill at a 100 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (32).
Somewhere in a very panicked control room, the last readouts of the defence turrets blink out. Communications are shut down and the sky is full of X-wings! Alarms blare, their noise woefully lost on the pilots raining laser from above but as the Lamda-class shuttle descends to a landing and it's ramp lowers to the ground the noise is harsh and brutal on the senses. So far the security team isn't visible, not responding to Dagger's arrival, but that could change very quickly.
The building itself is simple, large but rectangular in structure, it's made to be a supply base and little else. A small structure up top now housing the ruins of a dish is clearly a control center, the right side of the building looking more like a heavy warehouse complete with blast doors large enough to accomodate a small shuttle while the front enterance houses a smaller but similar blast door. This one however? Is yet to be locked down.
"Copy, Black Leader," Ambrosia murmurs, running her tongue across her lips, "nice show up there. Dagger Team is on the move." And then their quiet little world in the Lambda's belly opens up to the noise that no stealth team likes to hear before their party's started. Warning klaxons. "All eyes watch for the welcoming committee."
Major Greystorm scurries forward, down the ramp, and crouches briefly for a quick survey of options. Every good sneak prefers the backdoor. Especially one that looks as though it houses the goods. But this backdoor's going to require a hell of a bang. So...she gestures to the front entrance and begins to slink in that direction. Maybe their hosts have left a key under the welcome mat!
The landing is gladly mostly un-eventful though the hatch opens and now the real issues begin of course. Gaarurra looks back to see what orders are though he looks over the building while waiting to get an idea of what exactly the layout is. The orders are easy to follow watch out and so its following the leader as it were though he's sticking near Sesti until he is unable or ordered not to and perhaps after too. Its down the ramp and then nodding to Ambrosia and moving forward to take position/cover for the doors breaching.
Eyes forward as the door opens, Sesti nods an answer to the Major, her eyes hardly visible in the helmet. She's watching for adversaries as Greystorm surveys their entry point, and then falls in behind her, running easily and low along with the woman.
Coming up behind the group Oriana follows along, crouched down blaster in hand and ready for trouble if or when it comes knocking.
Oriana tests her Dexterity skill at a 110 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (13). Ambrosia Greystorm tests her Move Silently skill at a 100 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (47). Sesti tests her Hide skill at a 100 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (62). Gaarurra tests his Hide skill at a 100 difficulty. -Failed- (-70).
The Resistance's Dagger team moves in, quiet and smooth in their insertion to the sound of sirens and X-wings overhead. There's shouting in the distance, enough noise to let the team know the security team is active, but so far they haven't been discovered. Unfortunately, the luck isn't going to last forever. As Gaarurra leans up against a section of wall, his furred bulk is suddenly thudded into from behind. The 'Wall' having been a more subtle door opening, a startled security officer bounces off the wookie he'd just ran into with a startled cry.
Hey! An opening. Amber takes her hand away from the intended blastdoor pad and gestures an urgent, universal slash across her throat to Gra, eyes wide behind her visor.
With the turrents and the dish destroyed, Jax levels off his X-wing looking to the side to see Red 4 back in formation with him. He offers his wingman a thumbs up. "Command, Red 3 requesting to enter patrol sweep formation." He says checking his scopes. "What's our fuel levels looking like Exine?" The droid beeps and bloops. The information reading out on the screen in front of him. "That's fine Xine. That's still within tolerable limits. And I'm sure Sesti is alright."
Sesti tests her Melee:vibro weapons skill at a 100 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (42).
As Gaarurra was keeping close to her when he leaned against the 'wall', Sesti happens to turn to look at the wookiee to guage his whereabouts just when the wall moves. Almost before she can think about it, one hand lowers the blaster, while her off hand reaches down to her hip to draw her knife, and in the same motion she swings upwards, underneath the ribs to aim for his lungs.
Leia Organa tests her Strength skill at a 100 difficulty. -Failed- (-15). Gaarurra tests his Strength skill at a 100 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (85). Leia Organa tests an NPC's skill of 65 at a difficulty of 100. The result is successful (16).
The fall or well bump stops him from reacting immediately though Sesti strikes him hard and then its time to finish him. Taking his bowcaster like a club he brings it down over the guard to finish him off with a silent thud though now its time to hide him.. hmm what's near by. Gaarurra will look any place to stash the body.
A strained sigh escapes the Major's lips as the unlucky officer is felled at last. Jerking her thumb to the left towards outside, followed by a tossing motion, she urges the obvious - get rid of it before slipping in past the deadly duo with her pistol raised and gliding cautiously down the corridor, scanning for anymore surprises and compiling a mental map as she goes.
Ambrosia Greystorm tests her Perception skill at a 100 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (31). Sesti tests her Perception skill at a 100 difficulty. -Failed- (-21). Ambrosia Greystorm tests her Move Silently skill at a 100 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (49). Gaarurra tests his Spot skill at a 100 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (0). Sesti tests her Hide skill at a 100 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (4). Gaarurra tests his Dexterity skill at a 110 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (12).
Jax Greystorm tests his Perception skill at a 100 difficulty. -Failed- (-3). Nym Landala tests her Perception skill at a 100 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (38). R2-X9 'Exine' (R2 Unit 6969) tests its Spot skill at a 100 difficulty. -Failed- (-29).
Giving the major a rueful down dip of the head, Sesti lets Gaarurra pick up the body and stash in a convenient alcove as she begins to look for a terminal to find their way. The sound of feet interrupts her search, however, and she flattens herself to a wall as a squad jog trots down a corrider.
Gaarurra looks around taking in the layout once more as they move forward. Its a good thing he does better with not tripping as they must quickly stop for troops to pass by. The large figure looks around scanning before finally s they move on and the terminal comes into view. Its a quick but gentle nudge towards Sesti as the terminal comes into view her being slightly behind him might have obscured it a moment or something right?
Red 3 was in patrol formation as was sweeing the combat zone. He and his droid were sweeping the sky and the ground as he patroled. "Got anyting on sensors Xine.. What? No... I wasn't joking about that. What do you mean you've been going through data images on your hard drive. Damn it We're providing support for Dagger down there." Whatever Jax an Exine are suppose to be seeing? They're too busy arguing with each other.
The continuity of gray panels and tube lighting goes blurring by, until the distant sound of footfalls and nervous chatter intensifies at the crossroads up ahead. Amber sucks in a breath (as though that really helps one squeeze into tighter places) and backsteps twice to insert herself into the narrow frame of ... wait. A data port? She hushes her brain for a moment, freezing in her contorted pose until the patrol passes by their corridor. Painfully, she unfolds and turns to spare a second look at this little kiosk, then glances at her comrades and points with a shrug at the doctor. She can poke around a computer system well enough, but doing so /hastily/ and efficiently...she's better stationed up ahead at the corner, crouched and covering for the others while they hopefully work some intelligent magic.
Once the turrets were down, Nym continues circling - the equivalent of going around the block a few times to make sure the coast is clear. Eager to do well, her eyes are peeled and she keeps looking upward and back to make sure no one will sneak up on the squadron. Beginner's jitters. Luckily, she's looking in the exact right direction to catch two ships incoming. "Black Leader, Red 3, I'm getting two incoming," she immediately alerts over the camms. "Coming in fast at my 9." Flipping a few switches, she leans forward to get a look at the reading. "Looks like it's two old Z-95s. Might be a patrol, let's get ready to greet them."
Sesti tests her Computer Use skill at a 100 difficulty. +SUCCESS+ (13).
Sesti is used to scanning smaller schematics on computers, like the size of an arm or an eye, but it can't be that much different. Luckily the terminal was recently abandoned when the alarms started sounding, and the user didn't take the time to log out properly, so she sifts through the applications until she finds the layout, the charts of the storage units and what is stored where. She makes a mental note of the layout, and then considers. She punches a couple more buttons, then motions to Major Greystorm to look at the screen she's using for cover.
Gaarurra moves to cover Sesti's back while she's turned towards the terminal his bowcaster lowered ready for any company they may have coming towards them. Its a bit tense for a few moments cause well waiting is hard especially when you dont know what's coming around the corner or down the next row from one moment to the next.
Trying to keep one eye out for any oopsies that may stumble upon them, Ambrosia hazards a glance or two over her shoulder at the screen. First hunch outside was right after all...but this route had been safer - so far. Making a heartbeat of eye contact with all, she nods firmly and whirls a finger through the air before pointing ahead. 'Let's go.' Into her comm for command to hear, she mumbles "Target located. Advancing position now." Before they hop to the next corridor, she flattens against the corner and listens intently before darting a quick peek around it.
Oriana had been keeping low, hand on blaster and at a ready. She's quietly following along with everyone eyes, keeping an eye out here and there.
Jax responds to Exine, "See That's what I was talking about you should of been scanning for." Exine lets out a mournful beep and brings the two figures up on rader. "I got them now Red 2. Moving to attack formation. You take the lead and I'll provide cover. Which bogey we engaging." He says as he flanks Red 2.
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART TWO
