TK-7475 (Storm Sentinal)
Spec Ops
The ship slowly began to descend on the ancient Imperial Authority Complex. The builidng had been abandoned ever since the reorganization of the kingdom, and this lead to a massive decaying brick structure overlooking the entire city which made a good landing area outside of manned anti-aircraft weapons. The ships landed and the men poored out. The early daylight rays streamed through the trees to the east. Vickers looked around at the men. Three transports, around 45 men, this force was way above his paygrade. He lightly let out a chucle before raising his arm.
"This Way!"
The men and women in their assortment of marine armor, Imperial blues, and stormtrooper armor all walked single file across the overgrown courtyard. The team snaked around old speeders and crates before vickers haulted at one. He leaned down and opened it up before smiling. He stood in front of the stopped line of snaked men and women and pointed at two random marines. He waved them over and leaned down to reveal the contents of the boxes.
"Do you think you could use these?"
"Well, they'd be heavy and weigh us down, but we could manage."
"Good, grab them."
The Two marines reached in, each pulling out a rocket launcher and swinging it over their shoulders. Vickers raised his hand again.
"Alright, lets move again."
He move his hand forward in a straight line and then put it down, grabbing his slung rifle and continuting. The group moved onwards in the direction of the sunlight for about ten more moments, entering and pushing through heavy woods before reaching a clearing. In the clearing stood two AT-AV's, A man stepped out as Vickers told the platoon to hault. He walked ahead and began talking with the man in imperial blues. After a moment they parted and Vickers returned to the group.
He yelled, "Friendly armor getting ready for their attack. Let's get moving again!"
Vickers took off with the battalion matching his every step. They crossed the clearing and pushed back into the woods. They descended down a steep incline before reaching a break in the trees. The battalion fanned out, taking in the view. They stood on a cliffside. Looking outwards, they seen the entire capital below them to the east with the morning sun gleaming off the metal rooves of the homes and shops. Off in the distance, like a gurdian angel, was the shape of the massive imperial palace overlooking a great part of the city on a hill. They stood taking it in for a momnet. True beauty, this was what they were fighting for. Vickers without words began down a steep incline along the side of the cliff, he was followed by a long line of platoon members in their assorted uniforms and massive rutsacks. Before long, all of them had disappeared beneath the incline and began their final march to the city.
"This Way!"
The men and women in their assortment of marine armor, Imperial blues, and stormtrooper armor all walked single file across the overgrown courtyard. The team snaked around old speeders and crates before vickers haulted at one. He leaned down and opened it up before smiling. He stood in front of the stopped line of snaked men and women and pointed at two random marines. He waved them over and leaned down to reveal the contents of the boxes.
"Do you think you could use these?"
"Well, they'd be heavy and weigh us down, but we could manage."
"Good, grab them."
The Two marines reached in, each pulling out a rocket launcher and swinging it over their shoulders. Vickers raised his hand again.
"Alright, lets move again."
He move his hand forward in a straight line and then put it down, grabbing his slung rifle and continuting. The group moved onwards in the direction of the sunlight for about ten more moments, entering and pushing through heavy woods before reaching a clearing. In the clearing stood two AT-AV's, A man stepped out as Vickers told the platoon to hault. He walked ahead and began talking with the man in imperial blues. After a moment they parted and Vickers returned to the group.
He yelled, "Friendly armor getting ready for their attack. Let's get moving again!"
Vickers took off with the battalion matching his every step. They crossed the clearing and pushed back into the woods. They descended down a steep incline before reaching a break in the trees. The battalion fanned out, taking in the view. They stood on a cliffside. Looking outwards, they seen the entire capital below them to the east with the morning sun gleaming off the metal rooves of the homes and shops. Off in the distance, like a gurdian angel, was the shape of the massive imperial palace overlooking a great part of the city on a hill. They stood taking it in for a momnet. True beauty, this was what they were fighting for. Vickers without words began down a steep incline along the side of the cliff, he was followed by a long line of platoon members in their assorted uniforms and massive rutsacks. Before long, all of them had disappeared beneath the incline and began their final march to the city.