At Peace
NEW CARANNIA | NIRAUAN
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER | 501st LEGION
16th COMPANY | 1st PLATOON
50 TROOPS | 8 BASILISKS
ALLIES: NIO | DECEASED Aron Gowrie | Alex Eldar | Sturit Goan | Willan Tal | DECEASED Erskine Barran |
ENEMIES: DA MAW | The Mongrel | Zachariel Steelblood | Alars Keto | Tor'r Tal'Verda
ENGAGING: Come at me bro
GEAR: In bio | Basilisk War Droid | Standard loadout
KOMBAT
Shai waited anxiously for an order from Gowrie as the heat of battle picked up from outside the vehicle. They needed to get moving, a notion everyone seemed to share in the vehicle and she was sure outside the vehicle as well. But it wasn’t her call to make. Luckily their commanding officer seemed to live up to the reputation the Galidraani have made in their war against the Sith.
'Ah, chit.... My impatience is going to be the end o' me, I swear it.'
She couldn’t hold back her smile as she watched him. A smile that grew when he gave the order to roll out. She slid her helmet on and looked to Alex beside her. ”Send word to the troops, I’ll contact Overwatch.” She ordered before she opened her comms to the unit far removed from the fighting. ”Overwatch, this is Wardog. We’re rolling out, be ready to receive wounded and make sure the engineers are ready. If I want Howlers and ammo, I want them yesterday already.”
:: Copy tha’ commander. I’ll go break up the figh’ real quick… :: Arden’s voice answered back. She didn’t understand what he meant but at that point she was too afraid to ask. At least the column rolled out in short order… just not at the speed which Shai expected. Then again, they weren’t exactly a recon unit. Whoever decided to go against them would be in for a very bad day.
The corporal nodded his head as he received orders to roll out. Spinning a finger in the air, he looked to the rest of the men. ”Sixteens! Mount up and move out!” He roared as engines came to life around them.
Joining in with the symphony of destruction was the jetpacks of the Mandalorians as some took to the sky and others launched themselves over rooftops. The rest stuck to the roofs of vehicles or marched alongside them. Basilisks howled overhead as they moved ahead of the column to strafe any Maw they could find. As the column moved closer to the enemies along the flanks, the Mandalorians engaged with everything they had. Their job was to protect the column and they would do it at all costs.
Careful picking of targets, missiles, strafing runs, everything was thrown at the Mawites that dared to turn their attention to the Galidraani column.
Unfortunately it didn’t take long for things to get hot and heavy in a very literal sense for the vehicles and their protectors.
”Take cover!”
An IFV went up in flames as the concentrated fire grew too fierce. Gira Kryze was thrown from the vehicle as a missile impacted and set the machine on fire with the crew still inside. In her daze she rolled over and her T-visor met with the burning wreckage as the screams of the inhabitants rang in her ears.
Scrambling to her feet, she clambered back on and yanked the driver’s hatch open to haul him out. She grabbed hold of his arm and pulled up, but she merely fell backwards and off the vehicle as the man screamed from inside. On the ground again, she stared at her hands with wide eyes, struggling to comprehend the charred flesh that glued to her gloves. She yelped when a hand grabbed hold of her shoulder and yanked her to her feet. Staring back at her was one of her comrades, Morgan, his white helmet scorched black along his cheek and his visor cracked with some sort of impact. ”Get up, they’ll tear you apart out here!” he shouted at her as he dragged her behind the IFV for some cover.
Gira stared at her shaking hands even as he said something else to her. She only snapped out of her trance when his rifle fired away at the Maw forces firing at them from the south. ”Th-they…” She mumbled, but she didn’t get any further before he grabbed her shoulders. ”Hey! Look at me. Focus on me! Who did that?” He pointed to the vehicle behind her. ”The Maw…” She muttered. ”Exactly! And we need everyone on this if we don’t want more where that came from. What are we?”
”Sixteens?”
”Exactly. And what do we do?”
”We make the rules!” She slowly came back to her senses as he shouted alongside her. He pressed his rifle against her to take before he grabbed another off the ground nearby. ”Keep shooting. Not one step further for ‘em! Not one more tank to their tally! You keep shooting ‘til there’s nothing left of ‘em.” With a deep breath she wiped her hands off against her body glove and watched as he flew off, firing wildly at their enemies.
Another explosion drew her attention for the moment. ”Not one step further…” She muttered as a scowl formed and she gripped the rifle tightly. In her sights was one of them. He looked her age, and the mortified look on his face made her wonder for a fleeting moment, but it disappeared as she looked at the IFV next to her.
”Not one step further…” She growled as she took aim and fired.
Shai cringed under her helmet as artillery fell around them and small arms fire clattered against the tank. She wanted to be out there. She hated to just sit around while everyone else was fighting out there. She needed to be there with her men. Gowrie’s order to open fire was immediately complemented with the roaring of cannons.
Gowrie’s attention turned to the two Mandalorians as he brought them up to speed on his idea. ”Always, sir!” She answered quickly. He gave the order for the tanks to turn and she shifted in her seat with anticipation. ”Sir, with all due respect, I’d like to be out there with my men and my second in command by my side. Permission for us to join up with our unit?” She asked Gowrie as she glanced at Alex for a moment. ”They’re getting killed out there while we’re in here. That’s not how we roll, sir.” The tension and anxiety for action was clear in her voice, despite her attempt to keep a cool tone and be respectful to her superior.
It wasn’t right of her. And it wasn’t right of him to expect it from her. Up until now she was blind and heartless towards her soldiers. Her brothers and sisters in arms. They were Mandalorian just like her people, her family, back home. It was wrong of her to disregard their opinions up until this point. And now she was stuck in a tank along with her second in command, another recipient of her list of grave mistakes, while their people were getting torn apart outside.
She was not a failure. She would not fail her people again.
Her breathing picked up as her emotionless T-visor focused on Gowrie. ”We want to fight, sir.” She spoke coldly. She could only hope that he would let them go...
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