04-01-2018, 12:12 AM
Shard stood with the rest of the crew in the YT-1930M’s lounge, her headphones in and blaring a harsh metal as she stood waiting for the go ahead. One hand idly traced the scar along her face as she waited, it always itched before a rough mission. Most of the squad was there, Hammer and Rampage were engaged in a game of Dejarik at the table nearby, while Fuse mocked each of them in turn for their mis-plays. Grumps lounged with another "book" while Granny and Saint looked over schematics of the building in question. Dan was standing nearby, constantly checking and rechecking his weapon like he couldn’t comprehend that it was actually loaded.
Rookies.
“Hey! Cut it out!” She snapped, causing Dan to jump slightly and glance her direction, “If you freeze up out there It won’t matter whether you checked your rifle ten times or fifteen. Those rebels will put one straight through your visor without a second thought either way.” the Academy freshie didn’t reply, but Grumps got up with a sigh.
“Here now, leave him alone Shard! You trying to scare the lad’s not gonna help anything.” The old medic said gruffly.
“And if he or Saint gets me shot out there, it’s not a good idea to bring them! They don’t teach you half of what you need in the Academy!” she shot back, taking her earbuds out to better hear the argument.
“Actually, I think that the academy does a great job of…” Saint spoke up, but a deathly stare from Shard broke his rebuttal before he got any further. Their comms started to fill with encrypted chatter, and Granny put her hand to her headset.
“Oh dear! Shard, you had better go and tell Sarge that there’s new intel from headquarters, high priority, encrypted channel Gamma.” The tone sounded urgent and so Shard left, knowing that she was also being sent to keep the argument from getting out of control. She stormed into the cockpit in the mood to punch something, returning Scrubsey’s blissful smile with a glower.
“Sarge, we got new intel, channel Gamma. Also, Grumps is an old fart.” She said with clipped brevity.
“Noted.” Sarge said with a sigh, then tuned his headset to the requisite channel. He listed for a moment, then cursed. “Set us down two blocks from the bank, Rooster.” He barked, suddenly ignited with purpose, “Scrubsey make sure to clear HQ with demolitions, we might need them, and have them send some backup while you’re at it.” He flicked on the PA system to broadcast to the whole crew.
“Intel was bad, gang. They hit the bank at 0800. Reports say their trying to drill into the vault, and it sounds like they’re preparing to hold the building. We’ve also got unconfirmed reports they’ve got hostages on the second floor. Saint, I need a report of entries and exits along with an estimate of their numbers. They think they can hold this place, what will they have to play with? Dan, you and Eyes work on jamming their Comms, they get no outside help, got that? Fuse, you and Rampage are going to need to prep for going in Hot.” He glanced out the window for a moment before continuing, “this is NOT permission to open fire yet. Shard and Hammer are going to get us intel and secure the hostages. Until we have them cleared you are not to engage, understood? We’re playing this one Cold to start”
He flicked off the system before Rampage’s complaining could start and turned to Shard.
“This just got a lot more delicate. Hammer will be in place to give you support once you find where they're keeping the civies, but you’re going to need to confirm the hostages safe before Terrence and Fuse can move in. We’re bringing the Emperors’s justice to those terrorists, but civies don’t deserve to die if it can be helped.” Shard snapped a salute.
“I’ll get them out or die trying sir.” She replied matter-of-factly.
“10-4 then, Shard. Prepare for Recon-drop.” Sarge answered, and turned back to the schematics on his screen.
Rookies.
“Hey! Cut it out!” She snapped, causing Dan to jump slightly and glance her direction, “If you freeze up out there It won’t matter whether you checked your rifle ten times or fifteen. Those rebels will put one straight through your visor without a second thought either way.” the Academy freshie didn’t reply, but Grumps got up with a sigh.
“Here now, leave him alone Shard! You trying to scare the lad’s not gonna help anything.” The old medic said gruffly.
“And if he or Saint gets me shot out there, it’s not a good idea to bring them! They don’t teach you half of what you need in the Academy!” she shot back, taking her earbuds out to better hear the argument.
“Actually, I think that the academy does a great job of…” Saint spoke up, but a deathly stare from Shard broke his rebuttal before he got any further. Their comms started to fill with encrypted chatter, and Granny put her hand to her headset.
“Oh dear! Shard, you had better go and tell Sarge that there’s new intel from headquarters, high priority, encrypted channel Gamma.” The tone sounded urgent and so Shard left, knowing that she was also being sent to keep the argument from getting out of control. She stormed into the cockpit in the mood to punch something, returning Scrubsey’s blissful smile with a glower.
“Sarge, we got new intel, channel Gamma. Also, Grumps is an old fart.” She said with clipped brevity.
“Noted.” Sarge said with a sigh, then tuned his headset to the requisite channel. He listed for a moment, then cursed. “Set us down two blocks from the bank, Rooster.” He barked, suddenly ignited with purpose, “Scrubsey make sure to clear HQ with demolitions, we might need them, and have them send some backup while you’re at it.” He flicked on the PA system to broadcast to the whole crew.
“Intel was bad, gang. They hit the bank at 0800. Reports say their trying to drill into the vault, and it sounds like they’re preparing to hold the building. We’ve also got unconfirmed reports they’ve got hostages on the second floor. Saint, I need a report of entries and exits along with an estimate of their numbers. They think they can hold this place, what will they have to play with? Dan, you and Eyes work on jamming their Comms, they get no outside help, got that? Fuse, you and Rampage are going to need to prep for going in Hot.” He glanced out the window for a moment before continuing, “this is NOT permission to open fire yet. Shard and Hammer are going to get us intel and secure the hostages. Until we have them cleared you are not to engage, understood? We’re playing this one Cold to start”
He flicked off the system before Rampage’s complaining could start and turned to Shard.
“This just got a lot more delicate. Hammer will be in place to give you support once you find where they're keeping the civies, but you’re going to need to confirm the hostages safe before Terrence and Fuse can move in. We’re bringing the Emperors’s justice to those terrorists, but civies don’t deserve to die if it can be helped.” Shard snapped a salute.
“I’ll get them out or die trying sir.” She replied matter-of-factly.
“10-4 then, Shard. Prepare for Recon-drop.” Sarge answered, and turned back to the schematics on his screen.