Trouble Over Tarhassan [SJO Dominion of Hex Z-31]

[Spectre]

After their heart rates settled down a little bit, the troopers fixed their positions and stood up. They were all relieved that they were still alive. Being sucked out into space basically meant you were a lost cause and that death would be imminent.

"Well hangar's definitely gone now. What's the plan?" Lex asked as he bent over to pick up his carbine.

"I dunno, patrol the mess room I guess." Drez answered sarcastically as he check his weapons for any damage. They're only task was to be stationed in the hangar till further notice. Now the hangar's gone, so that means they're no longer stationed.

The lights then started flickering for a couple of seconds before completely going out. It wasn't just their area though, the power was out throughout the whole base.

"Well, I'll take a power outage over an acid spitting creature anyday." Shock remarked as he activated the flashlights implemented in his helmet.

A shrieking sound then echoed throughout the halls. It was as if something horrible was unleashed in the darkness. "We should've just stayed in that hangar." Kano gulped. "Where's the power room?"

 

[Finley Dawson]

Objective #2

Finley was able to load the man up into the truck with Raine without any trouble, both of them able to keep the man's spinal column perfectly aligned as if he still remained on the ground. It certainly wasn't his first time doing it, the lack of proper supplies on the frontier demanding creative solutions at times.

As they were finishing loading up, another Ranger approached them, a corpsman who seemed to know Raine.

"Good timing," he said with a smile. "I'll let you two tend to the fellow, I'll take the wheel."

By this time, the nice old lady he had met before had been loaded up on the truck, while Sergent Osmari had left. He peaked his head out from the truck and gave her a mental ping.

//Hey you. Thanks for the help. You Rangers are always such a big help.//

He brought his head back in and reached out to trigger the ignition. The little airspeeder came alive with a low whine.

"Everyone get comfortable. We're going up."

With all the crowds on the ground level, he shifted toggled the elevation controls on the repulsorlift to send them higher then shifted forward, trying to keep the airspeeder as level possible to avoid any turbulence. While gripping the wheel, he felt a renewed sense of calmness and optimism. That they were all going to make it through this crisis in one piece. In fact, the whole ambiance around him seemed to have become less chaotic, people and vehicles moving more orderly as one.

It was a surprising turn, but a welcome one at that.

Still, he couldn't help but glance up at the sky, through the windshield, wondering how things were going up there. He wished for the best for his counterparts in space, for all their sakes.

[member="Samara Raine"] [member="Roona Osmari"] [member="Tyrell Caphey"] [member="Josh DragonsFlame"]

 

[DECEASED Erskine Barran]

Objective - BYOO

The MMS Shahanshah was now leading port-side in the combined Ladder-Echelon formation, hovering above and to the front of Tancred's ship, his was carrying an official name that would be kept secret by order of Siel Manta High-Command. It was to remain so for reasons solely obvious to Narses, himself. To hail the active Mirialan forces, the Rebel Alliance leaders would need to hail Captain Tancred personally.

Good... We don't want any early-blunders, not today! Nor any ever, for that matter...

Before whistling for his communications-Lieutenant (Codename - Karas), he gazed across to the other side of his command-center, taking note that his defenses would need to be checked regularly. The Lieutenant in charge of the weapons-bay then came through the doors behind Tancred, attending his commanding-officer to gain the official command to commence firing. Along with him was his Battery Sergeant-Major, who would return to the bay as his commander (Codename -Yapur) was needed in the command-center to relay commands to all the shielding/weapons stations around Tancred's ship.

Tancred then made a quick glance out to the stars beyond; upon seeing that the Rebels had already pushed forward as his fleet was still getting into it's attack-formation, he quickly indulged himself a chance to ponder on how the Black-Cats and the APC's were getting on, below. It wasn't long before the mental-note was made to scramble all available fighter-squadrons, at the first available opportunity; and so Tancred's first official operation would begin.

He was about to whistle on Karas, and realized that communication-links would soon need to be established, and with Captain Sadri in particular. The exchange of intel, or rather how quickly it could be relayed from one Mirialan contingent to the next, would be the deciding factor of this operation. Tancred had a feeling his voice would be in tatters by the end of it, but still relished the thought of excelling in the eyes of his heroes; the very same command structure that fought in the Mirialan War, warriors who sallied forth and escaped to fight their Imperial foe another day, scars and all. It was time to whistle for Karas, nicknamed,"Mastiff", by other staff in relation to his obediently quick responses to every one of Tancred's whistles-for-attention.

The whistle came loudly, perhaps a little louder than the others he had done by that point, but urgency was required, and Karas didn't mind, either,<<<Your orders, sir?>>>

<<<Take note; send orders for all vessels to set our thrusters as maximal as they can go, at least until we are near-level with the left-flank of the Rebel's line-of-attack.>>>
<<<Anything further for the main attack, sir?>>>
<<<Yes, Lieutenant; we will push onwards from there as we make openings for all the relevant fighter-squadrons in the area. Scramble all available squadrons and get them in the fight, and I mean now, Karas!>>>
<<<Right away, sir!>>>

Karas was then left to carry out his orders, and the navigational specifics were loading onto Tancred's screen to punch in and allow him to pilot his ship under-right and behind the M.M.S Shahanshah, something that wouldn't take long but he still took the time to complete the thruster-specifics and ship-control parameters. He then turned round to Lieutenant Yapur, a relatively-new acquaintance from Tancred's own outpost, but still familiar enough a face to be recognized more than the others assigned to serve on the ship.

Putting a finger to his own mouth for Yapur to remain silent for a while longer, he whistled for Karas again,<<<Further orders, sir?>>>

<<<Get me the Black-Cat squadron, I want to know what kind of ghouls Sadri will be facing on the ground! The more we know, the harder we hit!>>>
<<<Yes, sir! I can also raise a signal from Captain Sadri when he lands, as arranged! I haven't forgotten->>>
<<<-Good man! Authorize all units in the air to use deadly-force! If the ghouls strike us first, the entire-fleet must be ready to answer it!>>>
<<<Yes, sir!>>>

[member="Simona Campos"]
[member="Narses"]
[member="Errreembuhr"]
[member="Adele Crawford"]