II: SITREP: FUBAR (SHIPYARD)
OBJECTIVE: STEAL AN NIO FRIGATE FOR COVERT USE BY REBELS
Location: Hangar
Attire: Standard
Loadout: The Harbinger, (New) Lightsaber, Mr. Cuddles
SCAR Squad:
Hal Vaiken
Volgin Alto Lily Stevens
Atticus Draco
War Hogs:
Monos
Keiran Varn
Phaineve Halseigh
Zav Traros
"Alright! Keep your coms clear! We will establish a defendable position once inside! From there Mr. Cuddles and I will create a distraction while you and the rest of the squad continue to secure the objective!" Traden shouted to
Zav Traros
above the roar of the engines, the entire ship shaking rather violently as he gripped onto the briefing table.
"Mox and Keiran are already inside! We need to find them ASAP and provide support!"
Phaineve Halseigh
Said:
"[Thirty seconds. I'm uploading the location of the target vessel to your personal-]"
Traden grabbed The Harbinger and locked in onto his armor, pulling up the display on his arm to confirm he had received the target vessel ping from Ladybird.
"Target Confirmed!" He barked over coms. It was right then that the shockwave rocked the Temptress intently, knocking both men off their feet in the briefing room. Traden found himself hovering in the air for a second before his body slammed down onto the floor, forcing a grunt of pain out of the former Lieutenant Colonel. He picked himself back up and reached a hand over to help
Zav Traros
up to his feet as well, nursing his shoulder with a rocking motion.
"Chit!" Traden exclaimed as the violent shaking intensified.
"Gear up!" I'm going to get Mr. Cuddles Ready!"
Phaineve Halseigh
said:
"[I HOPE Y'ALL LIKE TURBULENCE! Find a frakking rail and brace for a bumpy landing!]"
Traden grabbed a few more pods of energy cells and stuffed them into his unity belt, slowly making his way out of the briefing room and into the hanger as he held onto the sides of the ship to help steady himself. He found
Mr. Cuddles had already severed most if his restraints and was banging unnervingly against the cargo bay doors.
"Rise and shine!!" He yelled as B.O.B, their A.I., transferred himself into the battle tank and started the repulsers. The tank roared to life, Its repulsers pulling it slightly off the ground as it backed away from the hatch. Traden jumped up with a little help from the force, landing on top of the tank and holding on tightly to the barrel.
"We need you to push back the enemy! Establish control! Give them hell!"
"Yes yes, Traden. I am a fabulous hell bringer." B.O.B. remarked as he positioned the tank in front of the cargo bay doors appropriately, turning the barrel to face the enemy once the hangar doors open.
The terrible landing caused the tank and traden to jolt forward, smashing into the cargo bay doors and smashing them open. Traden barely held on as the hanger floor wizzed below them at blazing speeds, the tank now forcing the cargo door down against the floor as it whipped past, releasing a spray of sparks and a loud shrill grinding sound.
"Oh dear! Has Ladybird forgotten how to fly? This is just dreadful!" B.O.B. remarked as he attempted to regain control and pull Mr. Cuddles higher up into the ship. Finally, whatever was left of the Temptress came to a screeching halt inside the large hangar. Traden wrapped his elbow over the barrel of the cannon, pulling himself up with a groan back onto the tank as Ladybird came in from the cockpit,
Phaineve Halseigh
"My goodness, Laydybird! What ever has gotten into that skull of yours?! I think I scratched my paint job!" B.O.B. Lamented. Traden dabbed the back of his hand against a gash on his head, pulling it away to see red blood.
"I'll live!" He shouted back, He looked back at Ladybird… she seemed pretty banged up.
"Go get yourself cleaned up! I'll take Mr. Cuddles out to help the others! Then take Mox and infiltrate that ship!" With that, Traden turned back to look out at the massive firefight already in full swing inside the hangar. He pulled himself on top of the tank and stood there, like a battle-clad Mandalorian riding a magnificent Krayt Dragon into battle, the Harbinger in one hand and his brand new saber hilt in the other. As Mr. Cuddles picked itself up and roared forwards into the fray, Traden brought the new saber up to his lips and kissed the handle,
"Common girl…" He said softly,
"Do me proud." With that, it hissed to life in front of him, casting off a brilliant blue hue. He looked up just in time to see the infamous Mox doing what he does best. As a warhead suddenly streaked straight for Mox's position, Traden stretched his hand out and pushed with the force, sending the warhead careening into an Imperial ship nearby with a large explosion.
"MOXXY! HAVING ALL THE FUN WITHOUT ME MY FRIEND?!" Traden shouted across the hangar to the little guy.
"WAR HOGS!! ENGAGE!!" Traden shouted loudly, raising his saber high into the air and pointing in the direction of the Imperial troopers who were fighting the GADF marines. Some of them had already turned and were now firing on the tank and the crazy man atop it.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
The twin heavy repeater blasters on Mr. Cuddles blared to life, ripping into the Imperial troops like butter, entire lines of men falling almost instantly. Traden started to deflect incoming blaster fire with the saber. He hoped to draw most of the attention away from the others so that some of the squad could sneak over to their target and complete their objective.