Shoring Up: Rogue Wave

[Elix the Fifth]

At last, we have the means to counterattack, the chance to strike a real blow against these anti-establishment villains, who would attack both their fellow Selkath, not to mention diplomats and representatives of the foremost foreign power to have relations with Manaan. Our agents have discovered the location of a dilapidated ocean platform acting as a relay for the communications of the Claw. We’ve cross-referenced data with the authorities in Ahto City, but it would seem this platform has been abandoned for years. We will deploy assets in a shuttle to infiltrate and extract the ultimate location of the Claw’s base so that we might end this affair once and for all, in the name of galactic peace. Stealth or live fire at your discretion.

We must demonstrate to the Selkath that we are committed to problem-solving and coordination, in contrast to the power-mad Darths of the galactic east who seek nothing but unlimited domination over the galaxy with no regard for life itself.

@Nefieslab @One For Sorrow @Nor'baal

 

[Talo Geist]

Imperial Agent Talo Geist sat in the shuttle on the way to the drop point, the briefing had been concise. The mission was clear: get information to use against the enemy, something the Nagai agent was very good at.

He had his dual pistols holstered and loaded, his spare power packs in their pouches along his belt. He pulled the pistols out and checked them over once more, one at a time. Loaded, safety off and back in the holster they went. He smirked as he remembered what his marksmanship coach in the academy had always said. "It just won't do if you don't set it to 'pew pew'." The man was insane of course, but a damn good shot.

Next he slid his sleeves up one at a time and checked the grapple line launcher on his left wrist, properly wound, armed and ready. Then he checked the six inch hidden blade on his right wrist, flexing the muscle that would trigger the mechanism. The blade sprung out with a sharp click, Talo thumbed the edge and made sure it was razer sharp before he retracted the blade.

He looked around at the team he was a part of, shot them a cocky smile and cleated his throat as he rolled down his sleeves.

"Well, this should be fun hmm?"

 

[Joseph Trazyn]

Joseph Trazyn was not the kind who travelled by Imperial Troop transport, indeed, in his eyes doing such would only attract somewhat unwanted attention, however, on this occassion he had made an exception, for it appeared that the objective of this mission was to 'send a message' so to speak. Standing in his Sith Trooper Armour he felt very much the part, the armour having become somewhat of a second-skin for those such as himself, who had been forced through the Imperial Training regime.

A Model-B Stun Baton rested at his hip, a Pugio Blaster Pistol at his other, and firmly clasped in his hands resided a Gladius Blaster Rifle - one of his personal favourties in the Imperial Armoury.

Meanwhile, one if his squadmates appeared to be practically relishing in his own armoury, labouring over each item in it - a few of which where not even standard issue. Then again, Joseph sneered from behind his helmets facade hardly shocking given the species. He remained impassive as the creature spoke to him, not even so much as nodding as the being indicated they should in some way find their work 'fun', instead, Joseph focused on the task at hand.