Re: [Mission 11] The Torchbearers
Outside Eucharis
Takeyu leapt out of the cargo bay and landed on the ground as small particules of dust was kicked up before calmly settling down. He brought up his plasma rifle and scanned the area, then changed his Heads Up Display, or HUD, to a grid pattern.
Spreading out before him was a grid that overlaid the terrain ahead, the grid squares were twelve by twelve and would allow him to better determine how steep the terrain was. Though he hardly needed it, he still would use it anyway just to be safe.
Overhearing the Santo-Hei, he shook his head. He could understand the man’s concern, and he knew it was a valid concern, but he also knew that the Taisa wasn’t stupid.
Moving up ahead a bit, he went down onto his knee and continued tom onitor the area around him, keeping his eyes peeled for anything that seemed hostile or perhaps friendly, if there were any.
He was about to open the squad channel, when he realized that he really didn’t know ‘who’ to address. There was the Shosa, who had been put in charge of the mission and then there was the Taisa, who was the captain and overall person in charge. Giving it some though, he decided to play it safe and just address both.
“Taisa? Shosa? My tactical drones are primed and ready for launch. Do you want me to send them out scouting for us to determine if there are any hostiles in the area?” he asked and opened the properties menu for the drones and awaited the response.
Starship Crashsite
With several tents now set up, the girl was still outside though finishing up one such tent. The other slaves were still working on making additional fires, while two others were clearing more debris.
Two of the slavers had gone back inside the ship; the girl could only partially hear one of them mention the word 'shuttle' but couldn't hear anything else.
Despite the coldness in the air, the 'heat' coming off the ship’s hull added at least some comfort but it was a quickly fading comfort due to the environment.
The slaves were of a mixed breed, including the girl, seven of them were Jiyuuian while two others appeared to be Yamataian, and one of them was a young boy who was probably a few years older than the girl.
Even the slavers themselves were mixed, though none where Yamatains, as she knew a Yamatai would never indulge in this kind of behavior. Most seemed to be of her race, though she swore a few were Nepleslians.
Sighing heavily to herself, she finished up her work before walking over to a piece of slanted debris and sitting down beside it. She then buried her head in her arms. Somewhere nearby, she was hearing chatter from some of the slavers and overheard something that made her face turn red with anger, but it was something she couldn’t fix.