The Auspicious Hunter and it's escorts, the Gallant Albatross and Phobos dropped out of hyperspace. Immediately the small task force made for Kessel at max burn, with everyone inside the carrier finishing preparations to conduct a quick and dirty raid on the planet's spice mines. It was going to be a quick and brutal fist fight.
I scanned the shuttle bay as the last of the platoons finished loading up the 6 shuttles with supplies. Team leaders barking orders at the regular joes, and in turn being barked at by their leaders to make everyone move faster. A glorious sight if there ever was one. I checked the chest rig to ensure I had all the necessary equipment for this engagement- 10 charge packs for my blaster rifle, 4 for my blaster pistol, my full snack pouch I used to carry all the goodies I snag from the meals rations, and the hardened admin pouch I use to carry my fieldgrade data slate to help monitor the battlefield. Everything was good to go on my end so I made my rounds to the other platoons to ensure we were all kosher. Each of the 3 platoons was being split up between two shuttles, with the 4th platoon being held at the rear for when the shuttles return to pick them up. Being covered by the 111th Air Cav led by Lieutenant @Gualberto Amato will not only ensure our shuttles successfully get our boots on the ground and pick us back up, but keep hostile air off our backs and rain molten hell on anything we need them to.
I grabbed the other platoon leaders and went over the op order one more time with them.
"The plan is simple, which is good for you jackasses because it'll be hard to screw up. Once you breach the facility, our first step is taking out the anti air batteries so our boys in black can secure our airspace." I finagled the holomap a bit and continued, "Next is the processing equipment. We only have so many det packs to bring with us so make every bang count. If it looks expensive, or a pain in the ass to fix, blow it. After that we'll move on to the mining tunnels attached to the facility. If we can get a map of the tunnels from any of the facilities computers, great, that saves us a lot of time. If not we're gonna have to place signal beacons at the tunnel entrances so the 111th can drop precision guided munitions and collapse them." I closed the holomap and looked each one of the platoon leaders' in the eye. "After that, we get the hell out of here and head back to Imperial space. Questions?" I waited for a response, and after getting a "Negative sarn't" we broke off back to our respective platoons.
Once we made landfall, I would coordinate with the other platoons and set up a communications network utilising the two speeders each shuttle carried. The shuttle bay was beginning to quiet as most of us were heading into our respective shuttles to await our launch, so I figured go ahead and make my way to my platoon's shuttles. Once inside the first shuttle, I hopped in the adjacent commander seat next to Lieutenant Davidson. He really looked like he needed to be messed with, sitting there scowling at the popout terminal in front of him. "I just went over the plan with the others again, what have you done this whole time Sir?" He visibly sighed before giving me a bit of side eye. "Is that what you call it? Gallivanting with the men instead of seeing to the preparations yourself?" I adorned a mock expression of hurt, "First of all, I don't know what 'gallivanting' means so take your funny words and shove 'em, Lieutenant Smart Ass. Secondly, I actually do work thank you very much."
Davidson smacked my shoulder and handed me the holoterminal, pushing it towards me as the articulating arm stemming from behind the bucket seat moved along with it. "Then how about you do some work right now and quit goofing around, we need to get a radio check with Kreehawk Squadron. You do that, and I'll go talk with the pilot about any alternate landing zones." "You got it sir," I grabbed the commlink attached to the terminal and keyed the mic. "Kreehawk Actual this is Hound Seven, radio check over."
@The Mad HammerI grabbed the other platoon leaders and went over the op order one more time with them.
"The plan is simple, which is good for you jackasses because it'll be hard to screw up. Once you breach the facility, our first step is taking out the anti air batteries so our boys in black can secure our airspace." I finagled the holomap a bit and continued, "Next is the processing equipment. We only have so many det packs to bring with us so make every bang count. If it looks expensive, or a pain in the ass to fix, blow it. After that we'll move on to the mining tunnels attached to the facility. If we can get a map of the tunnels from any of the facilities computers, great, that saves us a lot of time. If not we're gonna have to place signal beacons at the tunnel entrances so the 111th can drop precision guided munitions and collapse them." I closed the holomap and looked each one of the platoon leaders' in the eye. "After that, we get the hell out of here and head back to Imperial space. Questions?" I waited for a response, and after getting a "Negative sarn't" we broke off back to our respective platoons.
Once we made landfall, I would coordinate with the other platoons and set up a communications network utilising the two speeders each shuttle carried. The shuttle bay was beginning to quiet as most of us were heading into our respective shuttles to await our launch, so I figured go ahead and make my way to my platoon's shuttles. Once inside the first shuttle, I hopped in the adjacent commander seat next to Lieutenant Davidson. He really looked like he needed to be messed with, sitting there scowling at the popout terminal in front of him. "I just went over the plan with the others again, what have you done this whole time Sir?" He visibly sighed before giving me a bit of side eye. "Is that what you call it? Gallivanting with the men instead of seeing to the preparations yourself?" I adorned a mock expression of hurt, "First of all, I don't know what 'gallivanting' means so take your funny words and shove 'em, Lieutenant Smart Ass. Secondly, I actually do work thank you very much."
Davidson smacked my shoulder and handed me the holoterminal, pushing it towards me as the articulating arm stemming from behind the bucket seat moved along with it. "Then how about you do some work right now and quit goofing around, we need to get a radio check with Kreehawk Squadron. You do that, and I'll go talk with the pilot about any alternate landing zones." "You got it sir," I grabbed the commlink attached to the terminal and keyed the mic. "Kreehawk Actual this is Hound Seven, radio check over."
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