Soban
Convention Veteran
- RP Date
- Mid YE 40
- RP Location
- YSS Ranger
YSS Ranger III
Mid YE-40
Shoi Singh stood at the front of his platoon of armored Mindy-4s in the Armor bay of the YSS Ranger. They were jammed in there with the rest of the Century waiting for the drop. His eyes roamed over the team of seventeen Nekos, a Separa'Shan, an Elysian, and himself, visually checking to make sure that everything was in order as they approached the drop zone. It was protected by an anti-teleportation field. Which meant that they would be doing things the hard way.
Taii Larsen was in the front, with her platoon, seven of whom were already outside, piloting Mamushi fighters. She saw the count down as well as Singh could. Singh felt a coolness radiating from her which helped to calm his own nerves. "All platoons, by squads. Prepare to deploy in thirty seconds." Larsen said.
The doors to the armor bay opened, and Singh could see the land racing past them in a dark brown blur. Taisa Williams had chosen to hug the ground rather than do a more traditional orbital drop. Suddenly where there had been ground racing past, there was a skyline. Return fire from their target was streaking past them as the first platoon disappeared out the door. All four of the remaining platoons moved up automatically and the second platoon disappeared. Singh stepped forward and flung himself out of the protective embrace of the Ranger on que.
As he fell towards the ground, he took evasive maneuvers as the turrets of the defending outpost tried to take out his descending platoon. It was his first chance to see the whole of the engagement. His HUD had told him what was happening, but it was different seeing what was actually happening. The Ranger, a Fuji class was banking in a high speed turn around the base to surround it with the infantry. It was firing its guns at the shields of the base. The base consisted of five turrets and a low wall surrounding a cluster of three buildings. In one of those buildings was the intelligence target that they were going to be extracting. There were a lot of enemy combatants in there that would try to stop them.
Even as he dropped behind some rocks, he could see the fighters hit a turret. The turret's shields flickered and failed, allowing the last fighter to put a missile directly into the turret, causing an explosion that lit up the valley. However, the base's main shields adjusted and held firm. However, the wreckage of the tower prevented a small section from coming back up. One of the fighters was caught by the remaining turret's defensive fire and was taken out of action.
"Looks like that's our signal. Go in fast and low, try and make that opening." Singh said to his platoon, darting out to lead the charge. All twenty went streaming for the small opening. Two enemies were working to clear the rubble that prevented the opening from being closed. A volley of return fire came from the wall and the opening. Singh opened fire with his rifle, the sound angry little thunderbolts filling the air as everyone who wasn't dodging or weaving to avoid the return fire opened up.
Two of the little dots that represented his platoon disappeared. Sisko and Sakura, two Nekos in the second fireteam. Then three more, Lucas, Goldwater, and Atworth quickly followed them as the gap closed. Fortunately, the two enemies had been standing in the hole were gone. The platoon streaked in and dispersed to find cover in the rubble. There was an explosion from behind Singh, and he turned to look behind him. There had been an explosion, clearing the rubble, and taking five more of his nekos out of action. Partly through the explosion, partly from the shield coming back up and then not having time to get through. Another half dozen hadn't made it through the shield but had been able to stop in time.
Only four had made it through, including him. They were not in a good situation. With most of the platoon out of action or behind the shield, he only had three others with him against a whole enemy base. It was not an enviable situation to be in. Singh acted quickly, "On my mark, Ashton, five rounds rapid on the wall. See if we can't punch another hole. Iaomai and Zoa, covering fire. Mark." He said, popping out of their cover to lay down a withering covering fire. Ashton's grenade launcher quickly fired into the wall nearby, creating an opening, but the outside of the wall appeared to be made of zeusainum. However, there was a hallway.
That hallway was going to be their salvation. They wouldn't last thirty more seconds out there with the small cover they had."By the numbers, covering fire and into that hallway." He commanded as he rose to provide covering fire for the other members of the team. There was a hail of return fire and Ashton was hit in the leg. Singh sprayed his return fire across the whole of the internal yard. Then they were all in the hallway. A surprised enemy lay on the ground where Zoa had caught him with her rifle.
There wasn't much time to think. "Iaomai, Ashton's leg, then follow us. Zoa, on me." He said, hustling down the hallway. There were small alcoves for defenders to shoot out. As they passed them, Singh shot them, but didn't slow down. The noise and confusion meant that they hadn't known that his team was still here. They still had some small element of surprise. Reaching the other end of the wall, there was a door that led into the tower next to the one that had been destroyed.
Zoa cut through the door with his aethersaber. It took a few moments, allowing Iaomai to catch up. The Elysian didn't have Ashton with her. Singh took a moment, and saw that Ashton was using one of the alcoves to shoot at the enemy who was trying to get at them through that end of the hallway. Iaomai popped out her NSBs to dart through the door the moment it opened.
Then they were through the door. Zoa went through first, using the cut out of the door to give him cover for those first few vital seconds. The NSBs spread out, firing at the control team of the turret as they did so. They weren't much more than a distraction, but their real work was giving the three infantry targeting data on everyone in the room.
Zoa shifted to the side, diving right for cover. as the door took several shots. Singh was in next, using the targeting data to give him a clear shot on one of the five controllers. That one went down as he dived left for cover. Iaomai came in last, leading with a variable grenade tossed behind the console that two of them were cowering behind. Zoa went over the console, his long Separa'Shan tail immobilizing one of the attendants and his aether saber slicing at another one.
"Where's the fire control? See if we can bring down that shield!" Singh exclaimed, scanning the room. He hoped that Iaomai's grenade hadn't cooked it already.
There were a few moments of searching, then Zoa exclaimed, "Found it!" Zoa said even as he settled into the chair and started to swivel it around, blasting away at the shield generator. There was an explosion that could be felt when the traitorous turret's fire found it's mark.
Mid YE-40
Shoi Singh stood at the front of his platoon of armored Mindy-4s in the Armor bay of the YSS Ranger. They were jammed in there with the rest of the Century waiting for the drop. His eyes roamed over the team of seventeen Nekos, a Separa'Shan, an Elysian, and himself, visually checking to make sure that everything was in order as they approached the drop zone. It was protected by an anti-teleportation field. Which meant that they would be doing things the hard way.
Taii Larsen was in the front, with her platoon, seven of whom were already outside, piloting Mamushi fighters. She saw the count down as well as Singh could. Singh felt a coolness radiating from her which helped to calm his own nerves. "All platoons, by squads. Prepare to deploy in thirty seconds." Larsen said.
The doors to the armor bay opened, and Singh could see the land racing past them in a dark brown blur. Taisa Williams had chosen to hug the ground rather than do a more traditional orbital drop. Suddenly where there had been ground racing past, there was a skyline. Return fire from their target was streaking past them as the first platoon disappeared out the door. All four of the remaining platoons moved up automatically and the second platoon disappeared. Singh stepped forward and flung himself out of the protective embrace of the Ranger on que.
As he fell towards the ground, he took evasive maneuvers as the turrets of the defending outpost tried to take out his descending platoon. It was his first chance to see the whole of the engagement. His HUD had told him what was happening, but it was different seeing what was actually happening. The Ranger, a Fuji class was banking in a high speed turn around the base to surround it with the infantry. It was firing its guns at the shields of the base. The base consisted of five turrets and a low wall surrounding a cluster of three buildings. In one of those buildings was the intelligence target that they were going to be extracting. There were a lot of enemy combatants in there that would try to stop them.
Even as he dropped behind some rocks, he could see the fighters hit a turret. The turret's shields flickered and failed, allowing the last fighter to put a missile directly into the turret, causing an explosion that lit up the valley. However, the base's main shields adjusted and held firm. However, the wreckage of the tower prevented a small section from coming back up. One of the fighters was caught by the remaining turret's defensive fire and was taken out of action.
"Looks like that's our signal. Go in fast and low, try and make that opening." Singh said to his platoon, darting out to lead the charge. All twenty went streaming for the small opening. Two enemies were working to clear the rubble that prevented the opening from being closed. A volley of return fire came from the wall and the opening. Singh opened fire with his rifle, the sound angry little thunderbolts filling the air as everyone who wasn't dodging or weaving to avoid the return fire opened up.
Two of the little dots that represented his platoon disappeared. Sisko and Sakura, two Nekos in the second fireteam. Then three more, Lucas, Goldwater, and Atworth quickly followed them as the gap closed. Fortunately, the two enemies had been standing in the hole were gone. The platoon streaked in and dispersed to find cover in the rubble. There was an explosion from behind Singh, and he turned to look behind him. There had been an explosion, clearing the rubble, and taking five more of his nekos out of action. Partly through the explosion, partly from the shield coming back up and then not having time to get through. Another half dozen hadn't made it through the shield but had been able to stop in time.
Only four had made it through, including him. They were not in a good situation. With most of the platoon out of action or behind the shield, he only had three others with him against a whole enemy base. It was not an enviable situation to be in. Singh acted quickly, "On my mark, Ashton, five rounds rapid on the wall. See if we can't punch another hole. Iaomai and Zoa, covering fire. Mark." He said, popping out of their cover to lay down a withering covering fire. Ashton's grenade launcher quickly fired into the wall nearby, creating an opening, but the outside of the wall appeared to be made of zeusainum. However, there was a hallway.
That hallway was going to be their salvation. They wouldn't last thirty more seconds out there with the small cover they had."By the numbers, covering fire and into that hallway." He commanded as he rose to provide covering fire for the other members of the team. There was a hail of return fire and Ashton was hit in the leg. Singh sprayed his return fire across the whole of the internal yard. Then they were all in the hallway. A surprised enemy lay on the ground where Zoa had caught him with her rifle.
There wasn't much time to think. "Iaomai, Ashton's leg, then follow us. Zoa, on me." He said, hustling down the hallway. There were small alcoves for defenders to shoot out. As they passed them, Singh shot them, but didn't slow down. The noise and confusion meant that they hadn't known that his team was still here. They still had some small element of surprise. Reaching the other end of the wall, there was a door that led into the tower next to the one that had been destroyed.
Zoa cut through the door with his aethersaber. It took a few moments, allowing Iaomai to catch up. The Elysian didn't have Ashton with her. Singh took a moment, and saw that Ashton was using one of the alcoves to shoot at the enemy who was trying to get at them through that end of the hallway. Iaomai popped out her NSBs to dart through the door the moment it opened.
Then they were through the door. Zoa went through first, using the cut out of the door to give him cover for those first few vital seconds. The NSBs spread out, firing at the control team of the turret as they did so. They weren't much more than a distraction, but their real work was giving the three infantry targeting data on everyone in the room.
Zoa shifted to the side, diving right for cover. as the door took several shots. Singh was in next, using the targeting data to give him a clear shot on one of the five controllers. That one went down as he dived left for cover. Iaomai came in last, leading with a variable grenade tossed behind the console that two of them were cowering behind. Zoa went over the console, his long Separa'Shan tail immobilizing one of the attendants and his aether saber slicing at another one.
"Where's the fire control? See if we can bring down that shield!" Singh exclaimed, scanning the room. He hoped that Iaomai's grenade hadn't cooked it already.
There were a few moments of searching, then Zoa exclaimed, "Found it!" Zoa said even as he settled into the chair and started to swivel it around, blasting away at the shield generator. There was an explosion that could be felt when the traitorous turret's fire found it's mark.