Landing Pad
A gust of wind blew the dust off the metallic surface of the landing pad as the large group started to make their way back into the fight. It hadn't even been an hour since the bounty hunters retreated there, but the complex below looked as deserted as it had been when they had first arrived; even the bodies of the occupants they had killed had been dragged away, leaving only the bloodstains from where they had fallen if anyone had bothered to look down.
Jacob watched the first of the mercenaries move towards the elevator. He had already said everything he needed to and it was time to get going.
"Damn if I know, Damn if I care," Jacob said, unshouldering his rifle and checking to see if there was a bullet in the chamber. It must have been the third time since they got up there that he had done that. Satisfied with the state of his weapon, he turned to his group of bounty hunters. "Alright, let's move," he said, waving his free hand towards the open cargo elevator
As soon as they all had boarded elevator, it started rattling its way down. The metal around the structure groaned and shook as the cargo elevator moved, making the trip there more than uncomfortable, even though Jacob was sure the integrity was sound enough to risk both the freighter and the shuttle landing on top of it.
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Ground Level
Jacob was the first out of the elevator as soon as it touched down, assault rifle panning left and right as he stepped forward along the passageway that led out of the landing pad. If it wasn't for the several empty brass casings that littered the floor, or the lingering smell of the propellant used by the bullets.
Further away, the two groups could see the exit, brigther than the inside despite the cloudy climate, as well as the first few buildings in front of it, making the way ahead a T-shaped intersection with the occasional bits of rubble that they could use for cover
"Alright, with me, guys," Jacob said, turning around and motioning the bounty hunters to follow him. Conveniently enough, his objective was to the left of the intersection, while Jaina's was a short walk to the right. "Good luck," he added to the mercenary leader before striding forward with the rifle at the ready.