[First Order]: Red Opps

[Asharad Graush]

After the events of Val'Hala...

The Wolf's Maw had exited Hyperspace above the planet of Yalara to which A'sharad then disappeared for multiple hours with his Daisya Infiltrator and returned with the necessary prototypes for the First Order's Commando Armour. Extra secret. Back when they were still on Val'hala, A'sharad had made sure to give the Gundark Gunners some time off on the ship, but to be prepared on a moment's notice once they were orbiting Yalara again.

Now, A'sharad was back, several hours later.

Naturally, the Colonel expected them to be waiting, especially since he had made contact.

The Daisya Infiltrator went straight down to the planet.

Some distance away from the Yalara Citadel was the training field that they were going to be using. By the time [member="Rexus Wenck"] and the Gundark Gunners arrived at the testing field, they would've found the suits of armour waiting to be put on. Black. They didn't reflect the sun, no, based from their appearance it was more as if they absorbed the light rather than glinted off it. Such was the reflec polymer finish coating it.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXb4yhfByUQ

"We've made it lads!" Rexus announced to the assembled Gunners. For the last half hour since putting on the suits, the unit had been horsing around the test field, climbing obstacles, wrestling among other things. "Today, things start fresh, no more punishment platoon! No more karkin poodoo from no one!"

There was a collective whoop from the platoon. Some began to dance around like madmen, others merely high fived and congratulated each other. Rexus, unlike the others went cold. He could feel his spine tingling, something was very wrong. That was when he realised what it was.

@Asharard Graush had arrived. "Alright lads, positions now!" He ordered, "I want us all nice and pearly white for the colonel!" he called. Gerda, Rexus' main enforcer began patrolling the lines of troops, ensuring they were ready. Rexus turned to where the colonel walked from, and saluted. "Sir, a pleasure."

 

[Asharad Graush]

A'sharad wasn't sure what to think when he had spotted the stormtroopers. They were like children playing soldier in his eyes, just... Fully grown children. A platoon of morons. And it just so happened that they were his platoon of morons. The next mission, he vowed, they were going into the thick of it. There was a shaking of his head. Messy hair, hardly neat when he wasn't on Dosuun, not that he particularly cared what the higher ups thought.

Who was even capable of punishing a Sith?

"The armour is being loaded out," he said, pointing towards the suits as multiple labour droids began setting them up on the surrounding tables. "Half of you will put them on. The other half will take up positions at the firing lines. This'll be a demonstration of the suit's potential. Understood?"

[member="Rexus Wenck"]

 

[Rexus Wenck]

"Sure thing bossman," Rexus replied, "Alrighty lads, here's how it goes, Squads five to ten, put the suits on, alright?" There was a nod, as the troopers scattered to put on the suits, "Rest of you firing lines, double time!" He commanded. The Gunners ran through to the firing lines, where Rexus then followed them, looking behind at the colonel.

"So sir, what exactly is the deal with these suits?" Rexus asked, eyeing the men putting on the suits. "Are these the sort of spec ops gear you talking about boss?" he asked.

 

[Bellum Hextar]

Bellum was in regular stormtrooper armor and had a red pauldron on his right shoulder. This newly promoted lieutenant was invited to watch the armor testing. He was a tall muscular soldier who has done more then a dozen combat missions. Bellum walked over to [member="Asharad Graush"] and saluted.​

"Colonel."​

Bellum towered over the colonel. However, he feared the colonel, because of the power that has in the force. Bellum turned his head to see the men preparing to test these new suits. He also saw [member="Rexus Wenck"] barking orders to the men. The men did not seem to be like commandos but more like regular stormtroopers.​

"How is the tests going sir?"​

 

[Asharad Graush]

A'sharad held an almost thoughtless look on his face as he watched the Gundark Gunners get into position after scrambling to put on the Commando armour. A waste, no doubt, but the Colonel needed it to be tested. The shield generators weren't a thing that Vitiate was proficient in, especially in equipping it to armour. To have heard from his designers and engineers back at Headquarters on Tantorus that it indeed work was pleasant surprised. Naturally, a raising of his eyebrows, almost as if in a questioning manner had been the expression of his emotions.

"It's 'Sir.'" A pause, "As it has always been." It was without a doubt that the yellow orbs of the Sith held no love for the stormtroopers, or, anyone really.

Save for one or two people, potentially.

Unsure, as per usual as to why someone was speaking to him casually, A'sharad didn't bother to turn his head to the being beside him. From his peripherals he could see that [member="Bellum Hextar"] was much taller than him. Instead, it almost appeared as if he visibly froze, as if trying to discern as to who the Lieutenant was talking to.

And just as suddenly as he appeared to have frozen in time, Young Graush said, "Name and rank."

[member="Rexus Wenck"]

 

[Bellum Hextar]

"Sorry Col.. Sir"​

Bellum clears his throat​

"I am Lieutenant Bellum Hextar, Commando"​

Bellum stood in attention to the Colonel. From the corner of his eye, he admired the new armor. He imagined his platoon walking into battle carrying blasters and wearing the armor. Their size, weapons, and armor would make the enemy tremble, and run away.​

"Uh sir... When will the armor be ready for deployment?"​

[member="Asharad Graush"]​

[member="Rexus Wenck"]​

 

[Rexus Wenck]

"Understood bossman sir," Rexus said with a mischeivious grin, hidden behind his helmet. He watched his troopers slide into their new uniforms, "Got a nice aesthetic," Rexus said, admiring the uniforms, "How does it feel?"

"Pretty karking good boss," One private exclaimed with a chuckle, "Feels like I'm wearing nothing at all!"

"Shut up ya moron!" Rexus said shaking his head. "Give me a serious thing."

"It feels really, really light weight," another trooper said, "Nice, flexible and the like."

"Alright, alright," Rexus turned to the colonel, "Whatcha make these things out of?"

[member="Bellum Hextar"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]

 

[Asharad Graush]

For some reason that wasn't entirely odd, A'sharad felt as if he could visualize the Lieutenant's grinning expression. There was a shake of the Sith Knight's head as he was attempted to shatter the very existence of the stormtrooper, but, instead he found that he was wearing the commando armour. Certainly not the best idea, there was a tilt of his head. As if the ground itself was being pulled out from [member="Rexus Wenck"], A'sharad cast a simple force push towards the lower half of the man. The point was to have him fall flat on his face, even with the helmet.

And that was when the Sith Colonel turned his head to [member="Bellum Hextar"].

When will the armour be ready for deployment?

The Colonel wasn't in the business of answering questions. Especially from subordinates. "If you're present, Lieutenant Hextar, you'll line up with the rest of your comrades." A casual wave of his right hand to the lines of stormtroopers that most certainly looked odd in the daylight of Yalara. With the sun touching their armour, it didn't reflect off the never used before armour, nor did it glint as it should've. Instead, it appeared to absorb light, almost as if the armour itself was blacker than black. Darker than the night itself.

"To put it simply, the purpose behind the Commando armour is obvious. What you should know, is, that if any of you, for whatever reason High Command wished to have you killed without doing so directly, and yoiu became a Commando and bore this armour. You should know that it is laced with detonite, an explosive for the morons amongst us," A'sharad explained drily, the golden orbs slowly visiting each and every visor, staring into them, almost as if he were attempting to see the soul of every inhabitant of the armour. "What you will notice is that the armour is heavier than your standard issue armour," he explained. "More than doubled in weight, you'll be slow. Yet, the armour has benefits for that."

"There is a contraption on your waists. Turn it on."

Without a doubt, if the Gundark Gunners happened to have a tech guy, which, as it happened, any unit, from squad to legion, most certainly had, perhaps they'd be able to tell it was a personal shield generator. They weren't the sort to expand over a distance, but rather over and around the immediate person, protecting them from harm. Reinforced armour plates, it was expensive to create, and with a group of testers like this, they would most certainly go running their mouths. A poor decision on the side of the Colonel, shame.

[member="Bellum Hextar"]

 

[Brent Smith]

Brent didn't know how long it had been since he had been home. Months? Years? It was all starting to run together. The missions had been back to back ever since his recruitment as a member of the FOSB. He was an agent now, no longer a trooper with a code but Agent Smith with a sealed backstory with a need-to-know your-eyes-only basis. As a kid he had been like any other boy and played secret agent with his friends. He had played rebels and troopers and always loved fighting off those terrorists, triumphing over them with glory. He had never really understood then how hard it was. He wished it was that simple sometimes--that he could just hang up the uniform and clean the dirt off his hands to a home cooked meal with people he loved or freshly baked sweets.

But life wasn't that easy, he thought with a shake of his head, it always seemed easier from those eyes. And it didn't matter too much anyway.

His file had been brief but to the point--there was a spec ops, highly vital to the Order set of commando armor being made and tested today. For some reason his handler, Derrium, said it was vital for Brent to be present. Brent had given up trying to guess why--punishment for dissonance, a show of support, to spy on and root out political enemies, or all of the above and something else it was anyone's guess. His YT-2400 came out of hyperspace and landed on Yalara. To an outsider, it was just a souped up ship landing, nothing out of the ordinary. For those in the loop, it was the entrance of a spook.

He strolled down the loading ramp to the senior officer, [member="Asharad Graush"] according to Brent's file, and gave him a smart salute, "Agent Smith here to be of assistance, sir."

[member="Rexus Wenck"]
[member="Bellum Hextar"]