S N A K E
D I A M O N D _ S N A K E
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
501ST STORMTROOPER LEGION
71ST GHOST VIPERS | PYTHON COMPANY
TASK FORCE 'AXIS'
ARMOR | RIFLE | PISTOL | MELEE | GRENADES
D I S S I D E N T
Snake’s Cobra Squad and the other squads under Python Company serpentined the city’s streets and alleys, relying on their mobility and avoiding any notions of engaging firefights with the enemy unless they needed to. They were deep behind the frontlines of the enemy and they could not spare time, men, or ammo in skirmishes with S-IMP legionnaires in Garang’s streets. Lyra and her Red Riders could afford the luxury of combat medical teams and temporary moments of relief on the front lines. Irveric, Djorn, Jaeger, Tyrell, and the others in ‘Axis’ did not have that luxury. The only thing that they could do was march forward and fight tooth and nail against the machinations of the Sith, burdening the insufferable odds that faced them.
We move forward, and only forward.
They would not look behind their shoulders at all. The ideas of retreat were not an option for Task Force ‘Axis’. Victory or death. That’s all that was available to them.
From their trek, Djorn and Cobra Squad were nearing the building they set out to claim as theirs for an overwatch position and rain down their fury against any Legionnaires harassing the advancement of ‘Axis’ towards Point Aurek. The minor stealth features from the reflec and baffleweave on their armor got them this far in their advancement, being able to slip under the detection of sensors and jam them. Unfortunately, just like war, that did not come with a guarantee as suddenly when entering the perimeter of a minor plaza center with some buildings in adjacent towering over...
<“CONTACT!”>
And the explosive of a rocket launcher was fired at the vicinity of Djorn and his squad, all of them sprinting to avoid the blast radius of the explosive rocket. Its impact on the ground caused a small mixture debris of earth and duracrete to fly out, with some cries of those unfortunate caught near the radius; and as expected streaks of blaster fire greeted them by hostiles.
<“Cobra Squad! Find cover, dammit!”> he barked in the comms shared between the soldiers of his personal squad of Vipers. Those that weren’t broken and still had fire in them would hurry to find an object adequate enough to provide some protection. Four casualties on his belt; two dead, and two injured with one out of the two still intact with their limbs. The sergeant of Cobra, Djorn’s second in command of this squad, was brazen enough to drag his wounded comrade by the arm to the safety of cover.
<“Sergeant! Get your ass over here! There’s no time for that!”>
<“Sir! I can’t jus-“>
<“DO AS I SAY!”>
With some hesitation in the Viper, he did as he was instructed to and dove where Djorn was; taking cover behind a wall of duracrete that served as the border for flora within its interior.
<“Listen to me,”> and grasped the sergeant firmly by the shoulder with one hand, <“we don’t have the time or space to attend our wounded! We have to move forward! Otherwise, this whole operation goes in vain, you understand?”>
<“Yes, sir,”> with shock in the soldier’s voice, shaky with the adrenaline now pumping in his veins. Djorn knee quite well were the sergeant was coming from; he was once like that before. Always looking out for his comrades and mates. Many years ago Djorn was in a similar position as the sergeant, opting to save the life of a squad-mate and disobey orders from his officer. The consequences of his actions? More casualties and Bline nearing death as well as risking the success of a mission. A lesson he wouldn’t forget along with many others in his profession.
<Colonel! Should we order air support?! These guys aren’t giving us much room to work with!”>
<“Negative, corporal. I’m not risking that with potential civilian targets in our area.”>
They were taking heavy fire from Legionnaires inside the buildings and Djorn’s sensors detected hostile targets approaching their position. They needed to move out of this firefight, there was nothing here to prove as much as their pride demanded to stand down and fight.
<“Cobra Squad, we are disengaging from this fight. Ready your ‘null’ grenades, and follow my lead.”> Every available soldier in the squad did as ordered, hands carrying a grenade that was ready to be activated at the order. <“Throw ‘em!”>
The devices were thrown between them and the S-IMPS, a veil of smoke acting as a pseudo-border. Any blaster fire directed at them would be completely stonewalled due to the anti-blaster aerosol within the compound. <“Now move!”>
In a frenzy sprint, Djorn and the rest of his squad moved out to the right of the plaza. An egress available for them to take that would lead them to a street adjacent to it. From there they would find themselves being approached by a group of six men, all in their twenties, and wearing armor lesser from standard design S-IMP legionnaires used with weapons aimed at them. Civilians trained to be militia for the Sith. More expendable pawns of the Dark Creed. Was this the charity of the Sith to its people? Conscripting men and women to fight for demented damnations that plagued and wrought genocide to others? It was sickening to know and understand the indoctrination programmed into the minds such as these by the Sith. Make them believe the many atrocities the Sith committed were justified.
Engage or try to subvert them from the path they were facing.?
<“I’ll say this one time: drop the weapons and leave. Go back home and stay there. You don’t understand what you’re doing.”>
No shots taken yet, Cobra Squad and the militias still out in the open with their weapons trained on their targets.
“You’re all traitors! You want to burn our homes! You’ll take away our families!”
Lies and deceit flew from the tongue of one of the militiamen. Their minds corrupted by twisted propaganda from their Dark Overlords.
<“Our war is with the Sith, not with you or your families. We’re not what they told you to believe. Now, final warning. Do as I say and you won’t be harmed.”>
Don’t make me do it.
A few seconds passed, no one making a move until.
“You lie!”
Dammit.
Shots were fired from the Cobras before the militiamen could have the chance of pressing the trigger of their blasters. They forced Djorn’s hand...this was war after all. He was fortunate enough to not suffer other consequences with being diplomatic to those he and his men killed. A somber silence filled the air around them after the shots. What other vile products did the Sith have else in store? Armed adolescents?
<“Let’s move,”> again on the march, finally arriving to the building Djorn set out to stage their overwatch. Just in time for Irveric to reach out all callsigns on the comms.
<"All Axis callsigns, Enigma is moving to take up position at Point Aurek, E-T-A three minutes.">
<"Snake, transmitting location get me overwatch baring down sector dorn-four, just off Point Aurek. I'll mark targets and have your men put the shots down range.">
<"We need our regroup quick, the sooner this garrison is ours, the faster this battle ends.">
<“Acknowledged, Enigma-Actual. Setting up overwatch right now. All scopes will be looking down on sector dorn-four shortly, over.”>
Some good news for Irveric and the others in his unit.
<“Let’s set up shop, men. Enigma will provide us targets. Sergeant, check in with the other platoons of the company. What’s their status and have the nearest squads reinforcing our position.”>
<“Yes, sir!”>
Djorn’s boot then kicked the door of the designated building, keeping down on the sights of his rifle as he cautiously moved and checked his corners. Needed to clear the building of every room it had. Needless to say, Snake and his Vipers found it vacated; they made their way to the rooftop of the building, snipers positioning themselves with their attention focusing on the coordinates Irveric provided to Djorn.
<“Enigma-Actual, we are in position. We’ve got you covered, Boss.”>
A small victory, but it wasn’t enough to turn the tides in their favor. There was still more to push and shove for the garrison.
ALLIES | NIO | NJO | SOM | Irveric Tavlar | Jaeger Harrsk | Tyrell Paxxus | Lyra 'Sybila' Voikryt | Hunter Blackburn | Ravraa Vyshraal | Rika Hiro | Tulan Kor | Vostok Grauv
ENEMIES | TSE | THE ELDER COMPACT | Darth Prazutis | Taiia Locke | Luna Terrik | Aurelion Nova | Ulrich | Gerwald Lechner | OPEN
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