Post by Regnier on Dec 3, 2010 23:02:05 GMT -5
Raynes...wasn't entirely sure who came up with the name, but honestly, he didn't care. He had been given an opportunity to crush Mandalore's enemies beneath his boot, that was all that mattered. It was a simple enough mission, really. Get in, kill everything in the way, steal a ship, go home. Well, there was more to it than that, but really, that's all that was important to him at the moment. It was a bit off an oddball mission, though, that much was obvious just by looking at who was being sent.
Three Mandalorians. Just three. The mission required an almost ridiculously small task-force to have any shot at getting them on the planet, but on the other hand, once inside they were going to need substantial firepower to pull this off. Thus, two of the three sent were heavy weapons specialists, men who specialized in carrying firepower equal to full squads and thoroughly enjoyed using their skills and equipment in excess. The first member of the team to be selected had been the pilot, a one Vera Hollis. She had been chosen for her numerous years of experience behind the controls of ships larger than a fighter, and coupled with her equal years experience in special operations, she was something of a shoe-in. Then someone had asked her if she had any ideas for someone who could punch a hole through a military complex with little to no reinforcements.
Ha.
Haha.
Maybe a few, she'd said. Question was, did they want someone who could do it quietly, excessively loud, or completely solo? How about a seven-foot hulk of beskar, flesh, durasteel, and a little bone who can bring down small aircraft and cut tanks open? Yeah, that's what she thought. Raynes was their guy. She wasn't sure what qualifications the other guy they'd selected had, but hey, he was carrying a minigun, so...she figured he'd be alright. Really, all she was going to have to do after landing the small, cheap craft they were using to get planetside was stand behind the freight-trains with horrendously powerful repeaters, watch them cut piles of little Republic 'soldiers' into pieces, maybe snicker a couple times, and fly the thing they were stealing out. After testing it on the facility, of course.
And any pursuit.
God, if this thing turned out to be some weaksauce Republic gunship that barely constituted being classed as heavy under Republic standards, she was gonna be pissed. Regardless, though, she was still going to steal it, and probably modify it later. Very few ships lived up to Vera's standards, really.
After the flick of a switch, the worn face of an older Mandalorian with close-cropped hair grayed over countless years of service stuck it's head through the door leading to the cockpit of the small, beaten-up transport, and peered into the main passenger bay. "Fifteen out. Ready up back there, gents."
With a nod, a gargantuan human that was known in many circles as Te Naast, for very good reason, stood from the multi-barreled monstrosity on the floor in front of him. He pulled his hair back behind his ears and slipped his helmet on, sealing it and giving it a solid tap to the side. Picking up his weapon, he manually spun the barrels a few times and attached it to the heavy pack on his back. He glanced back to his new partner for the mission, finally breaking the silence he had remained in the entire flight. "Ready for this, vod?" Turning on his heel, he smacked a button on the panel beside the escape pod, which was rated for four people. Ducking his head considerably to get through, he took note of the fact that it would be a very tight fit to fit the three they had inside. "Mount up. Zordon, was it?"
Three Mandalorians. Just three. The mission required an almost ridiculously small task-force to have any shot at getting them on the planet, but on the other hand, once inside they were going to need substantial firepower to pull this off. Thus, two of the three sent were heavy weapons specialists, men who specialized in carrying firepower equal to full squads and thoroughly enjoyed using their skills and equipment in excess. The first member of the team to be selected had been the pilot, a one Vera Hollis. She had been chosen for her numerous years of experience behind the controls of ships larger than a fighter, and coupled with her equal years experience in special operations, she was something of a shoe-in. Then someone had asked her if she had any ideas for someone who could punch a hole through a military complex with little to no reinforcements.
Ha.
Haha.
Maybe a few, she'd said. Question was, did they want someone who could do it quietly, excessively loud, or completely solo? How about a seven-foot hulk of beskar, flesh, durasteel, and a little bone who can bring down small aircraft and cut tanks open? Yeah, that's what she thought. Raynes was their guy. She wasn't sure what qualifications the other guy they'd selected had, but hey, he was carrying a minigun, so...she figured he'd be alright. Really, all she was going to have to do after landing the small, cheap craft they were using to get planetside was stand behind the freight-trains with horrendously powerful repeaters, watch them cut piles of little Republic 'soldiers' into pieces, maybe snicker a couple times, and fly the thing they were stealing out. After testing it on the facility, of course.
And any pursuit.
God, if this thing turned out to be some weaksauce Republic gunship that barely constituted being classed as heavy under Republic standards, she was gonna be pissed. Regardless, though, she was still going to steal it, and probably modify it later. Very few ships lived up to Vera's standards, really.
After the flick of a switch, the worn face of an older Mandalorian with close-cropped hair grayed over countless years of service stuck it's head through the door leading to the cockpit of the small, beaten-up transport, and peered into the main passenger bay. "Fifteen out. Ready up back there, gents."
With a nod, a gargantuan human that was known in many circles as Te Naast, for very good reason, stood from the multi-barreled monstrosity on the floor in front of him. He pulled his hair back behind his ears and slipped his helmet on, sealing it and giving it a solid tap to the side. Picking up his weapon, he manually spun the barrels a few times and attached it to the heavy pack on his back. He glanced back to his new partner for the mission, finally breaking the silence he had remained in the entire flight. "Ready for this, vod?" Turning on his heel, he smacked a button on the panel beside the escape pod, which was rated for four people. Ducking his head considerably to get through, he took note of the fact that it would be a very tight fit to fit the three they had inside. "Mount up. Zordon, was it?"
