Draven's Dudes's shuttles flew into the orbit of Jakku, they were armed to the teeth, the massive mechs powering up and getting ready, their pilots working double time to get them combat ready by the time the drop ships landed. Draven sat in the back with his men, his broad saber hilts beginning to click and grind together as they started to form the much larger, and more powerful handle. As he waited for the hilt to form, Draven sat back and let his eyes close, listening to the whir of the ship, and a smile playing along his lips while the ships continued to rapidly approach.
The Silver Jedi had caught wind of this "Slaver convention" And assigned a few jedi to take part in bringing the illegal slavers to justice. The higher ups had said, "Stealth is key to this mission" But stealth had never...really been Draven's style. His three drop ships were filled with five troopers each, the massive mech suits easily taking up the entire cargo area. The ships were as stealthy as the mission got, slipping quietly into orbit, and hopefully on to the surface without a hitch. The comms were alive with the chatter between the troopers, their voices and spirits high as they were preparing to do what they loved to do best, completely shock their enemies, and bring them down. The troopers cleaned their massive machine guns, oiling them down and wiping them clean, ensuring that they wouldn't jam when the time came. Draven spoke into the comms, "Alright ladies and gents, we are preparing to land on Jakku, and bring down one of the biggest congregations of slavers which had been gathered in quite a while." He was met with the unit's usual chant, that they had adopted after they heard Draven roaring it out when he threw his broken body through a breach in the enemies defenses on one of his various battlefields, "NO PRISONERS, NO QUARTER, NO MERCY!" A massive smile split across his face, and his fiery blue eyes blazed wildly, the other Jedi had subscribed to the idea of stealth, but Draven had no intention of such a thing. The plan was to burst into the slave convention guns blazing. Mow down any sith which reared their heads, and kill the slavers where they stood.
The broad saber clicked together finally, and its massive, unstable blade ignited, hissing with instability, one of Draven's all time favorite sounds. Captain George glanced at his commander, and then pushed his helm down with a "Click" It was time to begin the assault. The drop ships approached the ground, and the coms were alive with chanting, the same phrase from before over and over. The troopers hefted their rifles, the jedi readied his saber, and their eyes were alight with the love for their job. Bringing bad guys to justice.
[member="Vee Toa"] [member="Alyisa Mithel"] [member="Varindar Asyt"] [member="Dez Dexter"]
