Equipment | TIE Silencer, Mk. I RAKGHOUL Semi-Powered Battle Armour, Training Lightsaber, DE-39 Maser Rifle, Throwing Knives, Binding Wires, Injector Pens filled with Lecepanine, C-25 Fragmentation Grenades
Location | Dagobah Space
Near | Castor Ren
It was as if her words were a herald that beckoned trouble.
The situation Marriskcal found herself in felt almost surreal. Her hands moved instinctively over the controls as she took her fighter through its system checks. While she had spent many hours in simulator training, and logged further hours in practical experience, this was the first time she would be involved in a live zero gravity melee. Sitting there as she waited for the telltale blink of lights to turn from yellow to red, the young initiate found herself experiencing the strange dichotomy of anxiety warring with excitement.
I can do this.
She accepted the assignment.
While she may not have any experience, Marriskcal knew she had the advantage of being guided by the invisible hand that was the force. She tapped a finger lightly against front panel overhead, laughing lightly when she managed to touch it without much effort on her part. All the TIE series produced by the First Order were upheld to certain standards. It was, Marriskcal thought, the worst part of being young. Her lack of height was always a point of contention when it came to military vessels, her arms being too short to reach certain controls at times and if she was in a seat, her toes could only touch the ground if she pointed them. The battle armour she was encased in definitely aided in alleviating this particular problem she had.
“Silencer, you are cleared for takeoff. Out.”
With a final check to ensure all the systems were working, the initiate fired up her TIE Silencer and launched out of the hangar, its sleek black and red form a near match to the darkness of space. With their comms linked ever since she accepted her assignment, it did not take Marriskcal long to track down her squadron leader.
A distance away, she could see an unfamiliar carrier.
“Verging on your left.”
Without expecting a reply, the blonde pulled her fighter closer in and flanked her leader’s left wing as they drew up to the carrier for an offensive run. Any further instructions and plans could wait. As her Silencer drew within range, Marriskcal focused on the fighters exiting from its hangar, the heavy laser cannons of her vessel firing in concentrated stutter bursts.
Should I attempt to break through the carrier’s shields on the next run?
After all, it was only a matter of time before the hostiles noticed the features of her fighter. The sooner she made use of them, the more advantageous it would be for her unit.
Edited by Marriskcal Lati, 20 July 2018 - 09:21 AM.