A new breed of Elites

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Planet Iridonia
Clan Vrotoa Compound

The Crimson Hunter, Zenva's personal Maruader-class Corvette, floated above the Zabrak home world. On the bridge Commander Zuko leaned against his console waiting for the final exam to begin. At the appointed time he would trigger the vessels external speaker system, alerting the city below.

Clan Vrotoa had carved a large territory for itself. A sprawling city stretched for miles in every direction. Homes, businesses, forges, and military institutions like the one below The Crimson Hunter. Today a new group of applicants had spread throughout the city, waiting eagerly to prove their worth. The Matron's Elites only accepted the best and brightest warriors from among the nine central families that formed the basis of Clan Vrotoa, and they only had ten openings.

Fourty warriors had broken into teams of eight, the typical Strike Team they would operate as should they pass today's test. The test was fairly simple, infiltrate the compound, recover the V.I.P. and get them to the extraction point. Simple. To simple for a final exam in fact. So Zenva changed the game, of course her applicants were not informed.

The warriors guarding the compound had been sent home. Now sixty members of The Matron's Elites had taken to the walls and patrolled the grounds in four man units. Each decked out in their brand new Champio-class Body Armor. The V.I.P. had been replaced as well, Zenva herself would be the target. She wanted a chance to see her new soldiers perform personally, not simply watch helmet cam recordings.

Everything was in place. The final check in went through the applicants comm channels.

Above the city The Crimson Hunter sounded it's alart.

The final exam had begun.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

~Corporal Renek "Irons" Sukka

Irons looked to the sky, Matron Zenva's ship sat in clear view. The ship had just loosed one long monotone sound through it's speakers. Show time.

The young corporal stood and keyed the comm on his wrist, "This is Alpha One. All units begin your advance. Stay low. Stay smart. We already did this exercise once. The Matron will have something up her sleeve."

Alpha unit began forward. The mismatched group of young men slowly began to spread out. The comms stayed silent, weary of others listening, instead the team used hand gestures to coordinate their movements. With a quick series of gestures Irons sent a scout to a nearby rooftop. Another pair rushed forward reaching the end of the street well before the others.

The forward men scanned the streets ahead cautiously. After several long moments one turned back to signal the all clear. The remaining warriors of Alpha unit moved to join them. Irons keyed his comm twice without saying anything over the line. There was a brief pause before Alpha seven returned the signal, keying his comm once. No enemies in sight.

Irons checked around the corner, three hundred meters away stood the outermost wall of the compound. Nothing moved on the street between Alpha team and the wall.

"This is bad. No foot traffic means no cover." Irons whispered to his second. Alpha two just nodded in agreement. "Kark it. We'll just have to make the run and hope over watch has our back."

Irons stood and his men followed suit. With a gesture the young corporal charged around the corner. One hand kept his rifle against his chest as he ran, the other rested on the grip of a handheld grappling launcher.

Two hundred fifty meters.

Two hundred.

One hundred.

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

The Matron's Elites comm channels were filling with activity. The applicants had been spotted on multiple fronts and were moving quickly toward the wall. Yet the Elites did not react right away, no they waited. As the first attacker fired his grappling launcher and began to mount the wall a single shot rang out across the city. The terrible thunder of a Doomhammer sniper rifle ripped through the otherwise quite evening air.

The applicants comm opened as the Elite sniper spoke, "Delta five your eliminated. Stand down."

A second shot sounded, "Alpha seven your done."

The applicants left in the open began to scramble for cover, offering curses and demanding orders. Choas ran rampant for a time as warriors continued scaling the wall. Blaster rifles opened fire on towers in an attempt to force the sniper to stay down.

The Elites within the compound took up defensive positions in key hallways and courtyards. Positions that would likely turn into kill boxes as applicants worked their way inside. Those on the walls started toward the towers looking for easy targets who might be to busy firing.

All the while matron Zenva sat in the office she had confiscated, sipping wine and watching monitors as more applicants where either taken out or managed to scale the outer wall. A smile played across the Zabrak's lips. This was a fun game, she mused to herself.