“Are we there yet?” Balic complained, leaning over the driver’s seat where Vik wrestled with the steering column of the massive crawler. They’d ambushed the soldiers inside, then used the vehicle to sneak past the main gates.
“Don’t make me pull this dump over,” Vik countered, jamming the hand brake forward, and bringing the crawler to a grinding halt. A wall of Imperial soldiers awaited Havoc Squad, their bolts pinging off the armored hull over the military vehicle. “Guess we aren’t incognito anymore,” Vik chuckled. Republic soldiers returned fire immediately from behind the crawler.
“We should join them. It wouldn’t be fair for them to have all the fun,” Jorgan commented absently. Someone snickered, and he was almost certain it was Fynta. …show more content…
The Advozse introduced himself as Lesher, and had brought an impressive array of heavily armed walkers. Jorgan noted how Fynta eyed the machines when she thought no one was looking, and vowed to do everything in his power to keep her out of them.
The conversation quickly turned towards strategy. Fynta was the highest ranking soldier on premise, and Garza had made it clear that the major was responsible for directing this operation. It was the largest scaled mission Fynta had taken on as commander, and while Jorgan could see the stress behind her eyes, he doubted the others saw anything more than cool confidence. She’d weighed each suggestion carefully, taking her time for once to consider all the angles. After discussing Rakton’s defenses and the other methods of attack, Fynta declared that they had a plan.
“Coria, Marshall, you’re up for the infantry,” Fynta remarked, pointing to the narrow paths that flanked the building on the holomap that Jorgan held out. “Captain Lesher, your platoon can have the Imp armor.”
“We will carve through them easily, Major!” The Advozse raised a fist dramatically, pulling a shout from his men who watched from a …show more content…
As far as speeches went, Fynta usually kept it simple, but there was no denying the spike in adrenaline in the atmosphere. Jorgan admitted that he was no less affected. His heart pounded, and every detail snapped into sharp focus as his body prepared for a fight. It was nearly impossible to stand still when his system was so overloaded, but years of practice had trained him to control his movements.
Fynta gave the command, and everyone walked with purpose to relay their orders, except Havoc Squad. They still needed to know who was going where. It made more sense for Jorgan to stay back. After all, he was second in command, but Jorgan felt he had a score to settle with Rakton too. Not only had that stunt on the asteroid prison nearly killed them all, it had almost torn him and Fynta apart, which was something the Cathar took personally.
"Alright. A two man team can take out those traps,” Fynta began as the rest of the squad circled around. “Yuun, I want you here to control the gate and automated air defenses, do not let their slicers regain control of them. Dorne, you’re staying too. I’m not going to kid myself about the casualties we’ll endure. They’ll need you more than we will.” Both science officers nodded. “Cormac, Vik, you’re the heavy guns. If it’s in Imperial colors, it doesn’t step foot inside this compound. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” Cormac
“Don’t make me pull this dump over,” Vik countered, jamming the hand brake forward, and bringing the crawler to a grinding halt. A wall of Imperial soldiers awaited Havoc Squad, their bolts pinging off the armored hull over the military vehicle. “Guess we aren’t incognito anymore,” Vik chuckled. Republic soldiers returned fire immediately from behind the crawler.
“We should join them. It wouldn’t be fair for them to have all the fun,” Jorgan commented absently. Someone snickered, and he was almost certain it was Fynta. …show more content…
The Advozse introduced himself as Lesher, and had brought an impressive array of heavily armed walkers. Jorgan noted how Fynta eyed the machines when she thought no one was looking, and vowed to do everything in his power to keep her out of them.
The conversation quickly turned towards strategy. Fynta was the highest ranking soldier on premise, and Garza had made it clear that the major was responsible for directing this operation. It was the largest scaled mission Fynta had taken on as commander, and while Jorgan could see the stress behind her eyes, he doubted the others saw anything more than cool confidence. She’d weighed each suggestion carefully, taking her time for once to consider all the angles. After discussing Rakton’s defenses and the other methods of attack, Fynta declared that they had a plan.
“Coria, Marshall, you’re up for the infantry,” Fynta remarked, pointing to the narrow paths that flanked the building on the holomap that Jorgan held out. “Captain Lesher, your platoon can have the Imp armor.”
“We will carve through them easily, Major!” The Advozse raised a fist dramatically, pulling a shout from his men who watched from a …show more content…
As far as speeches went, Fynta usually kept it simple, but there was no denying the spike in adrenaline in the atmosphere. Jorgan admitted that he was no less affected. His heart pounded, and every detail snapped into sharp focus as his body prepared for a fight. It was nearly impossible to stand still when his system was so overloaded, but years of practice had trained him to control his movements.
Fynta gave the command, and everyone walked with purpose to relay their orders, except Havoc Squad. They still needed to know who was going where. It made more sense for Jorgan to stay back. After all, he was second in command, but Jorgan felt he had a score to settle with Rakton too. Not only had that stunt on the asteroid prison nearly killed them all, it had almost torn him and Fynta apart, which was something the Cathar took personally.
"Alright. A two man team can take out those traps,” Fynta began as the rest of the squad circled around. “Yuun, I want you here to control the gate and automated air defenses, do not let their slicers regain control of them. Dorne, you’re staying too. I’m not going to kid myself about the casualties we’ll endure. They’ll need you more than we will.” Both science officers nodded. “Cormac, Vik, you’re the heavy guns. If it’s in Imperial colors, it doesn’t step foot inside this compound. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” Cormac