Everyone near the wagon train would soon hear the sound that had not been heard by many for 800 years. The sound of help, of rescue, and for an enemy, destruction. The LAAT were the angels of the battlefield during the Clone Wars and still were. Now everyone would see it.
The 10 Gunships pushed at max speed towards the small group as they battled against the unrelenting enemy. Curving around the bend in the valley, they would soon come into sight of the main group, their engines rotating like mad to keep the frame they are attached to in motion. Once in range, the individual barrels of anti-personnel turrets fired down at the speeder gangsters. The screams before their designation only enforced the LAAT's tried and true service was not over. It had only just begun.
With the speeder gang driven off for the most part and the wounded remanents being... dealt with... by the refugees, it was time to say hello.
"Archangel to all craft, LZ seems clear. Now to see if we can help heal this planet's wounds."
The craft would land softly and their doors would reveal the rescue team while their engines made it seem like they were about to jump back into the air like giant birds. Medics would soon be among the refugees to see what could be done to help the wounded. Omen himself was about to turn to those Mandos who did most of the work before he showed up to greet them when a garbled signal cut in.
The comm channel snapped and hissed for a moment. A crackle filled the channel followed then by silence. <"...command... under assault... penetrated defenses. Need immediate--"> A loud hiss filled the air before silence descended once more.
Well, the former ARC didn't like the sound of that... "Archangel to Base. I need that source of the transmission tracked ASAP" The response that came back seemed to be that of alarm.
"Its the capital... Its under siege... The witches that were apart of its garrison seem to be holding out for now but they don't have long... How did we not see this coming?" Omen sighed inside the helmet. The wagon train was just a diversion... something to lure them out into the wastes while their true target was those helpless behind the capital's walls.
"Get the ship and its fighter compliment airborne as fast as you can. Squads are to get the refugees on board and to meet the ship as fast as possible." He would then turn and address the others, the armored souls who had rescued this band to begin with.
"Intros will have to wait. We got witches to save." Without hesitation, he would board the gunship, hoping the others would do the same.
The gunship traveled towards the city, the craft's engines whining at the strain of going full out. About a klick out, Omen would order the ship to stop so the team could recon. What they saw was an outlying army of slavers using makeshift rams and trying to claw their way into the city to get at their prize.
Looks alot like Coruscant, just in mini form... Well, he did have one ace up his sleeve to make a hole for the gunship to get through.
"Alright, here is the plan. We call in orbital support to make a hole for us before we go in, missiles blazing. Once on the ground, we find the entrance to the underground headquarters and rescue the witches, helping them hold tight while we wait on the Clanless's big guns and fighter compliment to break the siege directly. Think up any questions you have while I call it in." Hopefully, the horndog or
Shai Maji
for those who didn't like nicknames was awake up there.
"Archangel to Vhipirheim, requesting fire mission at Grid Section Oscar November Foxtrot. Try not to flatten the whole city Horndog will you?"
He would then turn his radio channel to that of the one that had transmitted from the cites headquarters.
"Command, this is Archangel. You have fire support coming down in a couple of seconds and reinforcements coming in after that. I need to know if we will be given clearance through the shield and who will be there to greet us, over." Hopefully, the original broadcaster was still alive, and if not... Well, they still had a job to do. Maybe they would still find survivors nut as every second passed that hope faded farther and farther away.
Please Shai... for the love that all that is holy don't take long... 
Alora Vizsla
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