Location: Kintan - somewhere in Khel'rath forest
Objective: Link up with other Silver Jedi Forces
Assets: elements of the 1st Directorate Rangers Regiment - "The Survivors of Eryn III"
Gir watched Matec fiddle with the comlinks. For something so common, Gir was surprised that he had never bothered to take a look at their internals: Tuffs of short wires snaked out of metallic prisms in irregular patterns that Gir could not comprehend. But Matec seemed to know his way around at least part of the internal circuits. After splicing two sets of wires from each comlink, he gingerly placed it back in a pouch.
"This is a one-time trick," explained the man, "and we need to be in the best place to use it. If we need to use it, that is."
Noticeable silver reinforcements had begun to stream into the battlefield. He had caught sight of at least one A-wing through the forest canopy, though he thought he could hear at least two of the ships. Similarly, the deployment of the RAC and its troops, especially when they were firing slugs, was something that was difficult to not notice. Their presence comforted him, if only because that meant that the cultistwould be far busier engaging everyone else directly that they may not notice the Directorate Rangers' gradual incursion into their rear line. Matec signaled for the squad tocontinue forward, causing the irregular line of troops to slowly advance among the foliage to towards the back of the ridge where the cultists engaged Calderon's Radama Raiders and their accompanying vehicles.
The admiral carefully followed in Matec's footsteps, using the man's path to not only ensure that he didn't make a misstep, but also to better conceal himself from the opposition. As they crept closer to the ridge, their consistent long stride through the woods turned into series of short but quickly executed bounds from cover to cover. He suddenly himself pressed up against a downed tree whose parts continued to smolder after being hit by weapons fire. He poked the top of his blaster rifle over the tree to look up at a handful of the enemy's positions. The enemy appeared to be operating in small, dispersed firing teams. Matec turned his helmet towards him.
"Now's the time to use it.We'regoing to fire, and then run away. You'd best be ready to move too, sir."
Gir nodded. The Rangers weren't exactly known forbattlefield theatrics or for playing fair. Shoot'em in the back and run away. I guess that keeps losses down. And I can't argue with that philosophy right now. Gir briefly scanned his near surroundings, noting that the rangers had taken precautions tobetterconceal their fighting positions by a mixture of draping their field cloaks over their positions and moving bits of foliage around to better conceal their position. Last thing I need to do is stick out here. Gir shifted somewhat over to his left, bracing his rifle against the crook of a branch that still clung to the tree. Hopefully, it'd better conceal him and provide him with some support against the weapon's recoil, as minimal as it was. He peered up through the weapon's site towards the nearest enemy position. Matec's voice flowed through the comm channels.
"Showtime in five, four, three, two, one...feedback time."
Matec flicked a switch on the jury-rigged comlinks. Nothing seemed to happen at first. He soon noticed a handful of heads pop from the cultist positions as the men struggled to take off their helmets and comlinks. Gir couldn't hear it, but judging by the expressions on their faces, he guessed that they had not been prepared for the sudden looping of loud feedback through their comm channel. The rangers opened fire on their surprised opponents. A hail of mag-pellets cut down many of the surprised troopers, which was quickly joined by a selective bombardment of grenades and light missiles from the squad's heavy gunners. One missile tore apart a downed tree that one of the cultists had been using as cover, spraying the men in a cloud of fiery metallic shrapnel surrounded by a larger cloud of wooden shards. One of the cultist's staggered out of that horror, clutching what appeared to be a branch impaled through his stomach. Without much thought, Gir squeezed the trigger on his weapon, cutting down the wounded cultist in an indiscriminate spray of ruby red blaster bolts. Gir felt a sudden slap on his shoulder.
"Get out of here. I'll cover you," said Matec.
Gir nodded. Got to get the brass out of the way before they get more in the way or wounded. The blonde man from Hast slowly stood up, fired another spray of bolts in the enemy's general direction, and fell back to the another tree that they had previously used for cover. He peered up his weapon's site to help cover the Rangers' withdrawal. The group's sapper, a surprisingly paunchy native of Eryn III, quickly fell back to join him. Yet the other's stayed and continued to fire, making Gir realize that they sudden assault appeared to have placed the enemy in the dilemma of being attacked from the front and the rear. They're unfocused and unorganized. But that'll soon change, or they'll be dead. Gir picked out a cultist peaking towards their position from behind a tree stump. Gir switched his selector lever toturn the rifle from repeater mode to cannon mode, and let out a single shot which forcefully pushed him away from his cover.