Mandalorian RPG (moderated) (Page 3 of 3)

Spinx looked at Grov and mouthed, 'You,' she pointed at him, 'Bed.' and then pointed at the bed, 'Me." she pointed at herself, 'Couch,' and finally pointed at the couch. He nodded and mouthed, 'Okay.'

"So, when do you think dinner will be? I'm starved," she asked him.  "Hopefully soon, I'm hungry as well. The trip from Coruscant to here took more out of me than I expected." She faked a laugh, "I told you not to stay up late watching that horror on the HoloNet." They continued with the idle chit-chat for awhile, both waiting for the moment when Roleks came back to take them dinner.

Bjor closed his eyes and tried to think. He wasn't a strategist by any means, he was a soldier, but this was a simple assault on an enclosed area; even he should be able to plan this. First, he wanted this damned fog of war to get out of his way. He glanced at Spinx:

Sniper, perfect. She should be used to solo missions by now, and we could use that long-rifle of hers.

"Spinx, I want you on overwatch. Get a speeder, steal one if you have to, and scope out that hangar. If a turret so much as twitches in your direction, you bug out, we can't blow this op before it even starts. If they don't notice you, stay put until we breech the personnel doors, then you set to hover, crack a seal, and open fire from the outside. They'll have their backs to you, easy flank."

Alright, one angle covered. But, surveillance or not, some numbers can't be beat. The odds are good that she'll find that hangar swarming with troops, more than the four of us can easily dispatch without casualties, not with a straight charge. Solution: simple.

Don't just launch a frontal assault.

"Grov, you're going to get to the primary personnel doors from the hangar complex, the only direction they'll be expecting a threat from. If there's any guards outside, deal with them as loudly as possible, then blow the doors. I want them to think there's an army beyond that threshold. Lob a few smoke grenades if the breeching charge doesn't give you enough cover, just don't let them know you're alone. Keep fire on them, hurl a few charges, whatever you have to do to keep them blind from everything else. Mari, you tag him. Add to his fire, make the notion of a large attack force believable, and ghost anyone that comes through that door. If they find out you two are alone, they'll charge, en masse."

A serving droid rolled by, carrying a plethora of colorful drinks for another table. Bjor wasn't sure if it could record what they were saying, but he didn't want to take the chance; apparently, neither did Grov.

"Yes, I agree, quite delicious. We should make these back on..." He trailed off as the droid passed, then returned his attention to the Ubese, whose head was wrapped in an ornate cloth, leaving space only for his eyes.

"So, what about us?" Orsusk growled in his reptillian voice, leaning forward to make out Bjor's quiet, rasping words. "Where are we during all this ner vod?"

"This is a standard, multi-layer hangar complex, one set of landing pads stacked on another for several stories. They had a similar one back...at a manor I once served at." He shook away thoughts of his past slavery, and re-focused on his strategy.

"They use an elevator system that can pass through multiple levels, transporting fuel, parts, even small ships. They're supposed to save space and cost, one elevator serving every hangar in a vertical line. Orsusk and I will be on that lift, one level below the target bay. We take it up after Grov and Mari start the fireworks and Spinx opens up, catching them on yet another flank. Between the three squads, and our element of surprise, every living thing in that bay should be carved to pieces."

Bjor was surprised at himself, that third angle might give them a significant edge, and wasn't something that would stand out at most people. At least, he didn't think so. With any luck, they'd get through this without any casualties. But then again, one can never rely on luck.

"Questions? Objections?"

****. Bjor cursed to himself, instantly losing the confidence he'd felt while formulating the attack. He'd forgotten all about the hostage, and throwing her into the mix just made everything more complicated. A stray shot or grenade from any of them could ghost her as surely as one of the guards, and while he was no diplomat even he knew it wouldn't help improve relations with the Kalderastians, and might go so far in the other direction as to lead to war.

"Any ideas?" He whispered, which wasn't much of a challenge for him. There wasn't much to be done, unless they scrapped the entire assault they had thus far and started from scratch. "Orsusk, feel up to extracting her beforehand or even during the attack? We might be able to spare one more, possibly Mari, if you think it can be done."

That was it, he had no other idea how they'd manage to get her out. And if they couldn't, that left only one other alternative: carry out the assault, and claim the princess was collateral.

I get to scope out the place; Grov and Mari will blast the front; Bjor and Orsusk will infiltrate from the inside, she ticked their missions off in her head. She did wonder what Orsusk was planning, but, since she had almost no knowledge with pyrotechnics(sp?), she left her curosity alone.

"Good luck, ner vode," she whispered under her breath and headed out for the open city. She'd find a speeder somewhere it couldn't be traced, get close to the base, and get her part over with. Yes, she thought again to herself, This is going to be fun.

Swinging a leg around, Spinx hopped off the speeder bike. She'd parked it in a garage a good number of blocks from the garrison. It be interesting to see how her teammates handled fighting in this environment. In a city, anyone, even your neighbor, could be your enemy. And, it was harder to determine whether someone was an enemy soldier; not every soldier wore a uniform.
    She blended into the crowds as she walked toward the garrison. But, quickly abandoned the idea of sneaking onto the grounds  pretending to be a local making a normal pass. The crowd stayed totally away from the garrison and guards were posted all about the grounds.   
    But, there was something else...
    The guards wore a uniform almost identical to her body suit... she sat down on a bench close to a bus stop.... she brought up her datapad display in her HUD and studied the information she had been given and had borrowed. Guard rotation would be in about 15 minutes. But, there was a snag, the guards wore a helmet far from her own. She quickly scanned the recent logs; there had been a recent break in and had involved many of the guards... she could say that her's had been destroyed...
    She stood and pretended to become impatient for the bus, and briskly walked away. She could leave her armour behind near the garage where the speeder was, and one the way back she could add herself to the roster for guard rotation.
    None would agree with her decision to go in unprotected, but she couldn't get in any other way.
    She walked into the garrison, she was grateful for the contacts that Grov had given them, they had altered her sand-coloured eyes to a normal light brown. She nodded to the gateguard, gave him her idintification-card and explained the helmet situation. He took her bait and told her where her post would be. On the top of a building with a good veiw of the garrison; her watch would span two hours.
    She climbed the ladder, and relieved the guard off his watch. She set up, quickly relaying the information into a mini commlink her daughter had given to her for the team. Spinx cocked her head to one side, a guard was staring intently at her, she jerked her head to the side to tell him to get his patrol. His eyes left hers, but she still felt like something was watching her, like something had touched her mind.
   Stop this, dikut. You're just nervous. You can do this. It's no biggie. Just use it. Don't let something like pre-battle nerves affect your performance or the mission , she preached to  herself like she had done when teaching Devon. For a breif moment she wondered how her daughter was doing, what she was doing, and where she was, but squelched the thought. She'd only get distracted, she focused on the mision solely and returned to relaying the information.