Locked_0ut
Convention Veteran
- RP Date
- 42.2
- RP Location
- Beksus Prime
Pt. 1 What's in it for the Empire?
A column of four Type 30 STVs bounced and rumbled along the pockmarked streets, gunners on the lookout for danger. The pair of soldiers clad in Mindy-class power armor riding on the T-30’s running boards made the truck’s own 35mm autocannon look like pea shooters. As he road in the passenger seat of the lead vehicle, breath clouding in the chill morning air, Vec's mind wandered to the larger ramifications of their mission.
The ethnic violence on Beksus Prime had dragged on into its fifth year without a resolution in sight. Beyond the occasional, and notably half hearted diplomatic or humanitarian mission, Yamatai had barely given the conflict a second thought. That’s just what life was like on the fringes. Vec also suspected that the fact that the main aggressors were the descendants of Yamatai colonists played a role. Either way, the Empire only decided to get involved once the planet became a base for pirates, and even then only tangentially.
It was an ad hoc deployment of Rangers, a handful of SAINT ninjas, and elements of Vec’s own 171st Combat Rescue Squadron, and their only goal was to hunt down the leaders of the Funa Yurei pirate gang and capture or kill them.
“We’re walking from here,” Fuji’s voice over the comms with a hiss and crackle.
Made sense, the buildings, bombed out as they were, were getting more closely packed. Tight streets and vehicles equaled death. He felt the vehicle jolt beneath him as “Grease” and “Upchuck” leapt off taking the weight of two Mindies off the truck’s shocks. Gravel crunched under Vec’s boots as he and the rest of his team dismounted and the Mindies took up covering positions. “Fuji” jogged up to meet him before they set off. Vec had known the man for over a decade and still didn’t understand how he’d avoided an embarrassing call sign.
The two men bumped gloved fists. “Your guy’s make it ok, Mal?” he asked, shortening “Malpractice” Vec’s most recent call sign.
“Yeah, Upchuck even managed to keep his helmet on this time,” Vec said, motioning his team forward.
The two escorts hiss-thumped their way forward weapon’s at the ready. In most scenarios The whole team would be in PA, but they’d found out a few towns back that power armor didn’t mix well with handing out medical supplies to traumatized refugees. So instead, a handful of rescue jumpers in power armor would stand sentry, while the rest of the detachment accompanied by a couple of SAINT ninja’s would walk in and hand out supplies and give them medical aid. All the while, asking questions and trying to glean clues as to Kusagi Oda’s location. They’d done this for several towns, and buzz about base was that they were putting clues together and a big op was in the pipes.
A column of four Type 30 STVs bounced and rumbled along the pockmarked streets, gunners on the lookout for danger. The pair of soldiers clad in Mindy-class power armor riding on the T-30’s running boards made the truck’s own 35mm autocannon look like pea shooters. As he road in the passenger seat of the lead vehicle, breath clouding in the chill morning air, Vec's mind wandered to the larger ramifications of their mission.
The ethnic violence on Beksus Prime had dragged on into its fifth year without a resolution in sight. Beyond the occasional, and notably half hearted diplomatic or humanitarian mission, Yamatai had barely given the conflict a second thought. That’s just what life was like on the fringes. Vec also suspected that the fact that the main aggressors were the descendants of Yamatai colonists played a role. Either way, the Empire only decided to get involved once the planet became a base for pirates, and even then only tangentially.
It was an ad hoc deployment of Rangers, a handful of SAINT ninjas, and elements of Vec’s own 171st Combat Rescue Squadron, and their only goal was to hunt down the leaders of the Funa Yurei pirate gang and capture or kill them.
“We’re walking from here,” Fuji’s voice over the comms with a hiss and crackle.
Made sense, the buildings, bombed out as they were, were getting more closely packed. Tight streets and vehicles equaled death. He felt the vehicle jolt beneath him as “Grease” and “Upchuck” leapt off taking the weight of two Mindies off the truck’s shocks. Gravel crunched under Vec’s boots as he and the rest of his team dismounted and the Mindies took up covering positions. “Fuji” jogged up to meet him before they set off. Vec had known the man for over a decade and still didn’t understand how he’d avoided an embarrassing call sign.
The two men bumped gloved fists. “Your guy’s make it ok, Mal?” he asked, shortening “Malpractice” Vec’s most recent call sign.
“Yeah, Upchuck even managed to keep his helmet on this time,” Vec said, motioning his team forward.
The two escorts hiss-thumped their way forward weapon’s at the ready. In most scenarios The whole team would be in PA, but they’d found out a few towns back that power armor didn’t mix well with handing out medical supplies to traumatized refugees. So instead, a handful of rescue jumpers in power armor would stand sentry, while the rest of the detachment accompanied by a couple of SAINT ninja’s would walk in and hand out supplies and give them medical aid. All the while, asking questions and trying to glean clues as to Kusagi Oda’s location. They’d done this for several towns, and buzz about base was that they were putting clues together and a big op was in the pipes.