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"Fiveniner, do you copy? Over."
"Copy ten-eighty. What's your status? Over."
"Strike team A has landed, ready to engage rebel troops in sector A-1. Over."
"Well received ten-eighty. Strike team B is about to land, will head to sector B-1 for flanking maneuver. Be there in five, ten-eighty. Over."
The comms cut, your sergeant looks at the crew, his helmet pointing directly at yours for a few seconds.
"Alright everyone. You know the drill. We land, get in position, we blast 'em."
"Yes sir!" The squad responds in unison.
The pilot, Witch, presses a few buttons on the Lambda-class troop transport ship. "Strike team B, eagle is about to land." She yells out.
The ship's landing thrusters engaged, smoothing the landing as well as they could. This pilot was more skilled than the rest. The doors opened and you catch your first glimpse of the planet. A blue sky with a yellow sun at the top, vast forests extending themselves as far as the eye can see and the hill you've landed on.
Fiveniner thrusts his blaster carbine forward. "Let's go!" He yells as he jumps out the Lambda. You follow along as does the rest of your squad, carbine forward, looking for targets as you form a circle around the sarge.
"You-" During that instant, you notice the sarge pointing at your helmet, "-and Six-eight. You'll scout the B1 perimeter, report enemy positions if any through comms."
"Yes sir." You respond as does Six-eight. He deploys a holomap and you point through the treeline towards the position and the two of you head into the treeline.
"Hey Eighty. Think this is gonna be a hard one?"
"You never know with the rebels, Six-eight."
You trudge through the forest, the stormtrooper armor proving bothersome as always, but you can't complain about the possibility of surviving a blaster bolt that'd normally go right through you. It's not long before you reach B1, but not without a small impasse: Three rebel troopers are holding sniper positions, it seems they recognised the tactical utility of this area. Two snipers and one spotter with a holstered blaster pistol.
"Dang it." Six-eight whispers. "Let's call the sarge, move the rest of the squad in and take them down."
"If we do that, they'll get clear shots on Strike Team A." You respond, eyeing the rebels who seem none the wiser about your presence.
>Call the sarge and wait for the squad to move in with you before firing.
>Attack the rebels now, we can avoid losses in Strike Team A. [Provide a plan if you wish]
"Copy ten-eighty. What's your status? Over."
"Strike team A has landed, ready to engage rebel troops in sector A-1. Over."
"Well received ten-eighty. Strike team B is about to land, will head to sector B-1 for flanking maneuver. Be there in five, ten-eighty. Over."
The comms cut, your sergeant looks at the crew, his helmet pointing directly at yours for a few seconds.
"Alright everyone. You know the drill. We land, get in position, we blast 'em."
"Yes sir!" The squad responds in unison.
The pilot, Witch, presses a few buttons on the Lambda-class troop transport ship. "Strike team B, eagle is about to land." She yells out.
The ship's landing thrusters engaged, smoothing the landing as well as they could. This pilot was more skilled than the rest. The doors opened and you catch your first glimpse of the planet. A blue sky with a yellow sun at the top, vast forests extending themselves as far as the eye can see and the hill you've landed on.
Fiveniner thrusts his blaster carbine forward. "Let's go!" He yells as he jumps out the Lambda. You follow along as does the rest of your squad, carbine forward, looking for targets as you form a circle around the sarge.
"You-" During that instant, you notice the sarge pointing at your helmet, "-and Six-eight. You'll scout the B1 perimeter, report enemy positions if any through comms."
"Yes sir." You respond as does Six-eight. He deploys a holomap and you point through the treeline towards the position and the two of you head into the treeline.
"Hey Eighty. Think this is gonna be a hard one?"
"You never know with the rebels, Six-eight."
You trudge through the forest, the stormtrooper armor proving bothersome as always, but you can't complain about the possibility of surviving a blaster bolt that'd normally go right through you. It's not long before you reach B1, but not without a small impasse: Three rebel troopers are holding sniper positions, it seems they recognised the tactical utility of this area. Two snipers and one spotter with a holstered blaster pistol.
"Dang it." Six-eight whispers. "Let's call the sarge, move the rest of the squad in and take them down."
"If we do that, they'll get clear shots on Strike Team A." You respond, eyeing the rebels who seem none the wiser about your presence.
>Call the sarge and wait for the squad to move in with you before firing.
>Attack the rebels now, we can avoid losses in Strike Team A. [Provide a plan if you wish]
