Anija Betna
Retired Character
Wayland
Objective 3: Kremlin Nightmares; Possibly Objective 4 as well. Heading towards Arrbi aand co.
Allies: [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Gear: In sig or Bio
Post: [6/20]
The ride up the elevator seemed to take forever and the wait was made worse by the fact the sense of urgency she felt from Arrbi only increased as time went on. Nervously chewing on her lower lip, Anija tapped her gloved fingers on her thigh plates as she waited very impatiently for the lift to reach it's destination. And eventually, the lift ground to a halt at the top of the mine shaft. When it did, Anija pushed through the partially open doors and sprinted towards the surface access. That, at least had remained clear.
The sound of her boots scrabbling against the rubble strewn floor sounded loud in her ears, and Anija frowned and sucked in a deep breath from her suit's air supply as she shouldered the door wide open and stumbled back out into broad daylight. It took a moment for her armor's optics to adjust, but ANNE had dimmed the visor for a moment to protect Anija's darkness-adjusted eyes from the sudden brightness.
As the visor de-polarized, Anija moved quickly towards where she'd left her bes'uliik. As she drew closer, she fiddled with a control on her gauntlet. An instant later, the craft shimmered back into existence as the cloak vanished. She still was getting used to that, if she was honest with herself. But it was certainly useful in a situation such as this. Quickly, Anija hopped up onto the craft's upper fuselage with a slight boost from the Force before she dropped down into the pilot's chair.
Another frown crossed her face as she quickly brought the craft's systems up from standby. She knew that the three men were somewhere in the Wayland jungle... and she had a way to find out where. She only hoped it worked. "ANNE, scan for a broadcast on this frequency, and plot it's location...." she told the AI as she rattled off a series of letters and numbers. That frequency was only used for one thing: Arrbi's or her locator beacon. Anija had had the beacon's installed in both their armor after their mining trip to Aeten II. And hopefully, they would come in handy now.
She watched her console closely as she lifted the bes'uliik clear of the ground and angled the vessel skyward. She'd have to fly low, skimming the top of the tree canopy. As she continued to guide the vessel upwards, ANNE overlaid a blinking marker on her terrain map. It was moving quickly, and almost parallel to where she was now. Kicking in the sublights, she rolled the craft to starboard and pushed the throttle forward. The force of the acceleration pushed Anija back into her seat, but she didn't care.
Within minutes, Anija found herself close to where Arrbi's locator told her he was. Flicking over to a general Mandalorian comm channel, which all three should be able to receive, she spoke. "Duck and cover, vode. I'm coming in weapons hot." her scans had shown a surge of lifesigns around their location. Roughly half a dozen large life forms. Too big to be Kremlins. Kuryida Edee. That was the only other possibility. Her lips thinned into a line as she flicked the safety off from her blaster cannons and dropped down into the clearing which her scanners said they were crossing now. Another flick of her thumb and the bes'uliik spun to face their pursuers as her guns spat coherent light at them.
Objective 3: Kremlin Nightmares; Possibly Objective 4 as well. Heading towards Arrbi aand co.
Allies: [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Gear: In sig or Bio
Post: [6/20]
The ride up the elevator seemed to take forever and the wait was made worse by the fact the sense of urgency she felt from Arrbi only increased as time went on. Nervously chewing on her lower lip, Anija tapped her gloved fingers on her thigh plates as she waited very impatiently for the lift to reach it's destination. And eventually, the lift ground to a halt at the top of the mine shaft. When it did, Anija pushed through the partially open doors and sprinted towards the surface access. That, at least had remained clear.
The sound of her boots scrabbling against the rubble strewn floor sounded loud in her ears, and Anija frowned and sucked in a deep breath from her suit's air supply as she shouldered the door wide open and stumbled back out into broad daylight. It took a moment for her armor's optics to adjust, but ANNE had dimmed the visor for a moment to protect Anija's darkness-adjusted eyes from the sudden brightness.
As the visor de-polarized, Anija moved quickly towards where she'd left her bes'uliik. As she drew closer, she fiddled with a control on her gauntlet. An instant later, the craft shimmered back into existence as the cloak vanished. She still was getting used to that, if she was honest with herself. But it was certainly useful in a situation such as this. Quickly, Anija hopped up onto the craft's upper fuselage with a slight boost from the Force before she dropped down into the pilot's chair.
Another frown crossed her face as she quickly brought the craft's systems up from standby. She knew that the three men were somewhere in the Wayland jungle... and she had a way to find out where. She only hoped it worked. "ANNE, scan for a broadcast on this frequency, and plot it's location...." she told the AI as she rattled off a series of letters and numbers. That frequency was only used for one thing: Arrbi's or her locator beacon. Anija had had the beacon's installed in both their armor after their mining trip to Aeten II. And hopefully, they would come in handy now.
She watched her console closely as she lifted the bes'uliik clear of the ground and angled the vessel skyward. She'd have to fly low, skimming the top of the tree canopy. As she continued to guide the vessel upwards, ANNE overlaid a blinking marker on her terrain map. It was moving quickly, and almost parallel to where she was now. Kicking in the sublights, she rolled the craft to starboard and pushed the throttle forward. The force of the acceleration pushed Anija back into her seat, but she didn't care.
Within minutes, Anija found herself close to where Arrbi's locator told her he was. Flicking over to a general Mandalorian comm channel, which all three should be able to receive, she spoke. "Duck and cover, vode. I'm coming in weapons hot." her scans had shown a surge of lifesigns around their location. Roughly half a dozen large life forms. Too big to be Kremlins. Kuryida Edee. That was the only other possibility. Her lips thinned into a line as she flicked the safety off from her blaster cannons and dropped down into the clearing which her scanners said they were crossing now. Another flick of her thumb and the bes'uliik spun to face their pursuers as her guns spat coherent light at them.
