Go in, get the package, and get out.
Don't be followed, don't look at the package.
No other info. Weight, size, geometry, nothing. Simple enough job.
Except you don't send a task force like this to do a simple job.
He listened to the newly named Task Force Null, previously named Task Force Ysalamiri. It had been restructured and renamed after its prototype phase. He was a Special Agent then, just one of the guys. And then they stuck him in charge. Which was fine for him, moving up was always good and he had been training to fight Force Users since his teen years. Though then it was under The One Sith and their Assassins, but he had been on the training room floor with the assassins and acolytes in order to give them better first-hand experience fighting force users. How they thought, how they react, how it was as much of a mental battle as it was physical. Funny tricks with your mind, emotions, and thoughts, can really mess up how a Force User is told by the Force about incoming attacks and where danger is. And he first learned that decades ago.
Everyone else picked for this Task Force wouldn't be noobies to fighting FU's, the SIA wasn't dumb and this wasn't basic training. But he doubted they had the expertise and experience like he had. No fault of theirs, though in the future he would like to run training exercises with them and put them through the ropes as he had been. Only less beatings, competition, and in-team killings. And he wasn't so surprised that the majority of his team now were women. Fighting Force Users and surviving was tricky as hell, and karking hard to do while getting out yourself. Having higher natural flexibility in your body along with higher intuition and practice reading body language, as generally most females had, gave them a few more percentage points in the 'Surviving An Encounter With An FU' category. If you got cocky and self-assured while fighting an FU, you died. Plain and simple. Those who are rightly fearful of them and understand limits are those who survive. He had fought FU's 1 on 1 before, and that was when he had no other choice. No encounter with them didn't have "I barely survived" attached to the story.
He looked around at his new team in the shuttle, talking to one another. He wondered how many of them would get washed out. Or even
survive.
Dominik was happy
Driver
was still with him. A good soldier, that clone was. And he fought alongside Jedi before for years before he hit ice. Dominik was still getting used to it. He was also an alright... friend. If he could call him a friend, if Dominik
had many friends these days. He could only think of one that still was alive today, another that was more possible romantic partner than a friend, and... no one else. Acquaintances abound, but not many friends.
That's just what they want out of their Black Ops soldiers though, isn't it? So if they die it doesn't really matter to the rest of the world. Well, he wasn't going to let these ones die, not today over some stupid package.
The others were guessing what could be in the package as they touched down and disembarked from the dropship, Dominik looking around with his DC-17m. They were alone and clear, a few clicks out from the factory, their target. He lead the way, silent in his armor as they walked. He eyed the six droids commanded by
Lyrrin
, wondering how much those F5-SC Fighter droids could do. They were an ancient model of droid but still worked well, it seemed.
Everyone else was guessing about the package, and he decided to chime in.
"We're meeting him at a factory on a mining planet, and he wants it in our hands. It's probably some new special synthesized mineral or a secret technology he was forced to make by our enemies. No reason to send us when it didn't have the risk of drawing the attention of Sith or Imperial FU's, or was something Force-related. We just don't know. My concern is if the box is too large to carry. Dimensions and weight weren't in the briefing." He finished before
Verin
spotted something and raised a fist.
He stopped and followed her hand signals, moving out to the treeline. Hiding behind a tree he checked to make sure everyone else was also hidden before...
A motorized sound first and then the first hints of drones in the air.
Corporate? Maw remnants? It wasn't clear, but they were definitely heavily armed and scanning the area.
He tapped into everybody's comms so his voice wouldn't come out of his helmet.
"Stay down everybody, weapons ready. We got drones looking around. Stay hidden, let them pass unless they fire on us. If they do, you're clear to engage. Use the trees as cover, they'll have a harder time flying in here than out there." As many guns were on those drones, if they spotted something they didn't like they'd open fire, not slink away and report. Plus they would be monitored by whatever controlled them. If they shot them down someone would know immediately and that would complicate things. So their best bet was to hunker down, stay quiet, keep the trees between them and the drones and hope they didn't have thermals.
As he waited he slowly, quietly, with not a sound, loaded a single grenade into his launcher. His
eye was scanning a couple of them, watching their movements and speeds and angles of their weapons. If they looked like they were about to fire, he'd take it down with his grenade. Angle and speed and force already measured.
But what were these doing here, so ready to shoot combatants? Were they all on the lookout from the rest of the operations happening on the planet? Securing themselves?
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