me, DontBeTrippin, HRA, Exaala, Terel, Cipher.
Setting
We are currently aboard the C-class battlecruiser Confidence. Word just spread of an assault to be launched on a city on the swampy planet called Ios-7. A small group of four plus one pilot has been gathered to spearhead the assault on a secret search and destroy mission.
They will be flown in with an NB4 harrier dropship, piloted by the talented and recently employed pilot Wren Tain. They were ordered to gather in the hangar and get ready to take flight. The target was a clearing in the swamp where four troopers and a TAC trooper would be dropped off. Their mission was SaD, the target being the shield generator of the Nibarran city of Hzon. Hzon lay several miles south from the capital, with only a few fortresses in between.
Setting
We are currently aboard the C-class battlecruiser Confidence. Word just spread of an assault to be launched on a city on the swampy planet called Ios-7. A small group of four plus one pilot has been gathered to spearhead the assault on a secret search and destroy mission.
They will be flown in with an NB4 harrier dropship, piloted by the talented and recently employed pilot Wren Tain. They were ordered to gather in the hangar and get ready to take flight. The target was a clearing in the swamp where four troopers and a TAC trooper would be dropped off. Their mission was SaD, the target being the shield generator of the Nibarran city of Hzon. Hzon lay several miles south from the capital, with only a few fortresses in between.
Captain Tyron pressed and held the button down as he spoke into the comms unit in front of him, his voice echoing through the ship.
"Can Infiltration team A please report to Hangar 2-2 for inspection. Infiltration team A to Hangar 2-2. You will be sent out on mission in 30 minutes."
"Can Infiltration team A please report to Hangar 2-2 for inspection. Infiltration team A to Hangar 2-2. You will be sent out on mission in 30 minutes."
Alden was in the tech labs getting his body checked out to make sure it was battle ready. Nothing major just the ability to sustain more damage than already able to. "Okay Alden I want you to stand up and move to the other side of the room so I can see how well your body works" Alden nodded and hoped up off the chair. Walking to the other end of the room then back, as soon as he got back to Susan his joints let out a burst of hot air which made a 'Tsssss' noise. "We'll, other than that you seem to be great. Remember to stay aware of the others when you do what you do a mkay?" The lab technician asked with her head tilted a little and a soft smile gracing her lips.
Alden smiles and nodded before making his way to the location told.
Alden smiles and nodded before making his way to the location told.
Jacob heard the voice on the PA system. Of course, as usual, he listened. Although, he never seemed to like the PA system. Too many bad things happened with them. And he could never get those out of his head. They just seemed to flash by.
He had been cleaning his gun, a gun he had made by himself. It was a 13mm gun with a drum round, like an assault rifle mix. He had a scope on it, so he could use it for long range. But he didn't always. It had a front handle, but then again, he barely used it.
That gun had been with him since basic, and throughout all that, he fixed it up, polished it, and customized it to him. The action was beefed up, to improve penetration. The trigger mechanism was also worked up, to improve firing rate, the barrel was made more accurate, things like that. It had a laser sighting on the side, and a bayonet on it, for close combat work.
He got up, and put the assault rifle on his shoulder, the words "Hollywood" engraved on the side in gold. Jacob had payed for that, too. But he had to get moving. He ran, his gun banging against his light armor.
He stood around six feet tall, and was a man of great build. He had wide shoulders, and thick muscles. His face looked almost like a rectangle when his hair was short, which it never was. He never followed that rule. He had golden hair, that went down to the bottom of his neck. Jacob wore a black combat vest, with a camouflage shirt and pants under it. He had light armor pads everywhere else, which were also black, to his preference.
When he got to the position, he saluted, standing tall, his combat boots clicking together. On top of his head he had a black beret, which he put there while he was running. "Private Robbins reporting for duty, Sir!"
He had been cleaning his gun, a gun he had made by himself. It was a 13mm gun with a drum round, like an assault rifle mix. He had a scope on it, so he could use it for long range. But he didn't always. It had a front handle, but then again, he barely used it.
That gun had been with him since basic, and throughout all that, he fixed it up, polished it, and customized it to him. The action was beefed up, to improve penetration. The trigger mechanism was also worked up, to improve firing rate, the barrel was made more accurate, things like that. It had a laser sighting on the side, and a bayonet on it, for close combat work.
He got up, and put the assault rifle on his shoulder, the words "Hollywood" engraved on the side in gold. Jacob had payed for that, too. But he had to get moving. He ran, his gun banging against his light armor.
He stood around six feet tall, and was a man of great build. He had wide shoulders, and thick muscles. His face looked almost like a rectangle when his hair was short, which it never was. He never followed that rule. He had golden hair, that went down to the bottom of his neck. Jacob wore a black combat vest, with a camouflage shirt and pants under it. He had light armor pads everywhere else, which were also black, to his preference.
When he got to the position, he saluted, standing tall, his combat boots clicking together. On top of his head he had a black beret, which he put there while he was running. "Private Robbins reporting for duty, Sir!"
Wren was already in the hangar bay, she'd been fiddling with the engine systems of the fighter she normally used, trying to see if she could coax a little extra speed of her ship. She'd christened the fighter Valkyrie II after her first fighter, which had gotten totaled by pirates.
Wren wiped her oil-smudged face with a rag and fixed the flight suit she was wearing. She'd already known that she'd be called up to fly something somewhere, at first she'd thought she might be running air support for the assualt on Ios-7, but then she'd heard that she was being assigned to some team of grunts. Just her luck, acting as chaffeur to a bunch of trigger-happy jarheads.
Wren had amde sure that she had her shotgun and her favourite pistol with her. She believed in being prepared for anything. Wren walked ove to the soldiers gathering near the dropship she assumed she'd be flying, she nodded in greeting to the ones already there, "heyboys, I'll be your pilot. Don't mess with the ship and we'll get along just fine."
Wren wiped her oil-smudged face with a rag and fixed the flight suit she was wearing. She'd already known that she'd be called up to fly something somewhere, at first she'd thought she might be running air support for the assualt on Ios-7, but then she'd heard that she was being assigned to some team of grunts. Just her luck, acting as chaffeur to a bunch of trigger-happy jarheads.
Wren had amde sure that she had her shotgun and her favourite pistol with her. She believed in being prepared for anything. Wren walked ove to the soldiers gathering near the dropship she assumed she'd be flying, she nodded in greeting to the ones already there, "heyboys, I'll be your pilot. Don't mess with the ship and we'll get along just fine."
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