Bradshaw Ku
Crown Prince of Commenor
Objective: 4
"I'm coming up behind you guys...-That was really close! Was that our target?". — [member="Caedyn Arenais"]
Bradshaw let the tension that built in his shoulders relax with sighing relief. He’d been in many dogfights in his past life. Even relishing in their excitement with youthful carelessness and naivety. Not anymore. That was back when he thought he had no family left. When he’d separated himself from the bonds of intimate closeness with others, moving constantly and barely keeping even the most trivial of friends. Back then, he didn’t have to worry about losing someone he cared for on a mission.
He did now. Those days and that Bradshaw were of a past life, one that would always be a part of him, but forever receding into distant memory.
“Thank the Force! Give my compliments to chef Asha for making sure you can pilot worth a dam, Kid!” He looked down over his shoulder just to make sure Caedyn was really coming up to join them.
There he is.
“That was part of our target. Sure. But I think we were more its target than the other way around. But we’re not here to just neutralize a few turbolasers. We’re here to kick these parasitic, half-witted nerf herders out'a here for good.”
He flipped a few switches to call up what looked like an old computer blueprint of the fortress onto his view screen. Long snaking subterranean tunnels spread out from the central compound in all directions, some terminating in hangars, others in long since destroyed defensive structures, or supply access points.
“Some long-forgotten government partially repaired the fortress centuries ago. It’s still a dump, but the important part is that they rebuilt the power core. Which is what makes this a useful base. I’ll have my people contact your people with the plans.” He then signaled Shorty to upload the blueprint to Dee-Four so that the astromech could display it on Caedyn’s view screen.
“The plan is to fly into the hangar entrance we’re coming up on in the south-west and go as far through the access tunnel as we can in the fighters before having to get out and proceed the rest of the way on foot to the power core. There, we’ll detonate a few high yield thermals, turning the core into useless slag, shutting down their shields, disabling most of the turbolaser batteries, and most importantly, rendering all their refreshers about as useful as holes in the ground. Then we get the hell out of there before phase two starts where the naval force will start making their lives an even bigger hell from orbit. Pirates, smugglers, and thieves aren’t big fans of construction and repair, so they’ll quickly find somewhere more functional and requiring less work to set up shop. Hopefully out of the system.”
He hadn’t planned on anyone else joining him for the mission and this probably wasn’t what their Mother had in mind for Caedyn, but experience was invaluable and besides, his little brother would probably be safer with him than he would just flying around the fortress waiting to get picked off by AA fire or roaming pirates.
“You up for it, kid?” He asked almost pointlessly, knowing Ceadyn wouldn’t likely give up the challenge.
If he signed on, Bradshaw would continue, “Alright, we’re getting close. You’ll have to follow behind me. The tunnel isn’t wide enough to fly wing to wing. We’ll have to come in hot and then pump the breaks once inside. Blue squadron will cover our entry, but we we'll still come under fire. So, keep it tight, keep it moving, and keep’em guessing.”
Switching channels, Bradshaw radioed to Blue Squadron, “Blue leader initiate operation Tunnel-Rat in 3. Prince Two will be joining. -”
“... sorry, but do you think that’s wise, sir?”
A few seconds of silence.
“I really hope so.”
“Roger that, Prince One.”
Switching back to Caedyn’s frequency he started the countdown, “Don’t make me regret this, kid…descend in 3...2..-May the Force be with us all-1…-“
Bradshaw steadied himself for just a split second before letting the throttle rip and pushing the nose down into a steep barely controlled tailspin dive that saw him plummeting faster than a rock as he accelerated toward the ground. Shorty let out a long and excited squeal to accompany the high-pitched whine of the engines.
Just as predicted, automated AA emplacements began lighting up the sky all around them as soon as they dropped out of cloud cover. The squadron accompanying them did their best to surround the two other fighters while also pummeling the guns with missiles and blaster-fire.
More than once did a laser-bolt come too close for comfort, even singeing the paint as it just barely missed. One unlucky shot nearly gave Shorty an unnecessary haircut. There wasn’t any time to think or worry, however. Just enough time for the fast twitch of instinctive, Force guided maneuvering.
It was a blur and what felt like minutes had only been a few seconds before the gaping, moss and rubble covered entrance to the hanger seemingly flew up to meet him at high speed.
He jerked the throttle closed and felt his crash harness bite across his chest as he was thrown forward before he quickly started pulsing the maneuvering jets to keep the fighter airborne and moving more slowly along the tunnel.
His body slammed back into the seat. He let out a breadth and gasped for air. A cocktail of anxiety and adrenaline surged through him, but relief would not come yet. It wasn’t for him that he was anxious and for the second time in nearly as many minutes, Bradshaw looked back over his shoulder hoping to see his younger brother emerge safely behind him.
“C’mon Cae… c’mon…” he whispered under his breath.
Post: 2
"I'm coming up behind you guys...-That was really close! Was that our target?". — [member="Caedyn Arenais"]
Bradshaw let the tension that built in his shoulders relax with sighing relief. He’d been in many dogfights in his past life. Even relishing in their excitement with youthful carelessness and naivety. Not anymore. That was back when he thought he had no family left. When he’d separated himself from the bonds of intimate closeness with others, moving constantly and barely keeping even the most trivial of friends. Back then, he didn’t have to worry about losing someone he cared for on a mission.
He did now. Those days and that Bradshaw were of a past life, one that would always be a part of him, but forever receding into distant memory.
“Thank the Force! Give my compliments to chef Asha for making sure you can pilot worth a dam, Kid!” He looked down over his shoulder just to make sure Caedyn was really coming up to join them.
There he is.
“That was part of our target. Sure. But I think we were more its target than the other way around. But we’re not here to just neutralize a few turbolasers. We’re here to kick these parasitic, half-witted nerf herders out'a here for good.”
He flipped a few switches to call up what looked like an old computer blueprint of the fortress onto his view screen. Long snaking subterranean tunnels spread out from the central compound in all directions, some terminating in hangars, others in long since destroyed defensive structures, or supply access points.
“Some long-forgotten government partially repaired the fortress centuries ago. It’s still a dump, but the important part is that they rebuilt the power core. Which is what makes this a useful base. I’ll have my people contact your people with the plans.” He then signaled Shorty to upload the blueprint to Dee-Four so that the astromech could display it on Caedyn’s view screen.
“The plan is to fly into the hangar entrance we’re coming up on in the south-west and go as far through the access tunnel as we can in the fighters before having to get out and proceed the rest of the way on foot to the power core. There, we’ll detonate a few high yield thermals, turning the core into useless slag, shutting down their shields, disabling most of the turbolaser batteries, and most importantly, rendering all their refreshers about as useful as holes in the ground. Then we get the hell out of there before phase two starts where the naval force will start making their lives an even bigger hell from orbit. Pirates, smugglers, and thieves aren’t big fans of construction and repair, so they’ll quickly find somewhere more functional and requiring less work to set up shop. Hopefully out of the system.”
He hadn’t planned on anyone else joining him for the mission and this probably wasn’t what their Mother had in mind for Caedyn, but experience was invaluable and besides, his little brother would probably be safer with him than he would just flying around the fortress waiting to get picked off by AA fire or roaming pirates.
“You up for it, kid?” He asked almost pointlessly, knowing Ceadyn wouldn’t likely give up the challenge.
If he signed on, Bradshaw would continue, “Alright, we’re getting close. You’ll have to follow behind me. The tunnel isn’t wide enough to fly wing to wing. We’ll have to come in hot and then pump the breaks once inside. Blue squadron will cover our entry, but we we'll still come under fire. So, keep it tight, keep it moving, and keep’em guessing.”
Switching channels, Bradshaw radioed to Blue Squadron, “Blue leader initiate operation Tunnel-Rat in 3. Prince Two will be joining. -”
“... sorry, but do you think that’s wise, sir?”
A few seconds of silence.
“I really hope so.”
“Roger that, Prince One.”
Switching back to Caedyn’s frequency he started the countdown, “Don’t make me regret this, kid…descend in 3...2..-May the Force be with us all-1…-“
Bradshaw steadied himself for just a split second before letting the throttle rip and pushing the nose down into a steep barely controlled tailspin dive that saw him plummeting faster than a rock as he accelerated toward the ground. Shorty let out a long and excited squeal to accompany the high-pitched whine of the engines.
Just as predicted, automated AA emplacements began lighting up the sky all around them as soon as they dropped out of cloud cover. The squadron accompanying them did their best to surround the two other fighters while also pummeling the guns with missiles and blaster-fire.
More than once did a laser-bolt come too close for comfort, even singeing the paint as it just barely missed. One unlucky shot nearly gave Shorty an unnecessary haircut. There wasn’t any time to think or worry, however. Just enough time for the fast twitch of instinctive, Force guided maneuvering.
It was a blur and what felt like minutes had only been a few seconds before the gaping, moss and rubble covered entrance to the hanger seemingly flew up to meet him at high speed.
He jerked the throttle closed and felt his crash harness bite across his chest as he was thrown forward before he quickly started pulsing the maneuvering jets to keep the fighter airborne and moving more slowly along the tunnel.
His body slammed back into the seat. He let out a breadth and gasped for air. A cocktail of anxiety and adrenaline surged through him, but relief would not come yet. It wasn’t for him that he was anxious and for the second time in nearly as many minutes, Bradshaw looked back over his shoulder hoping to see his younger brother emerge safely behind him.
“C’mon Cae… c’mon…” he whispered under his breath.
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