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Post by Logan Shivers on Jun 19, 2016 19:52:13 GMT
The second "James" moved Logan knew things were going to go bad. He ignored the man, hoping Julio was capable of a one on one and instead ducked, rolled nad came to his feet right in front of one of the patchy armour wearing soldiers, swinging his Rykk in a hard arc that took his exposed head off his shoulders. He did not stop moving, spinning around to hack at the thight of the next soldier whilst his other hand took aim and shot him point blank in the face with his K-23. He switched grip on the Rykk an spun again slamming it into the back of a third soldier, the immaculately kept weapon punching through and out of his chest, depite the armour.
Logan kept the blade imbedded and used the man as a shied, squatting behind him and taking pot shots at the bloody army that had just appeared, clad in red and white.
"Adde, next time you tell me to leave my armour behind, I will be reminding you of this you wookie brained asshole!"
Adde had not been inactive himself, he had also thrown himself to the ground and fired off several volleys from both his K-23;s Taking another of the badly armouredthugs out and injuring four others. He had come to a halt behind a tiny lip at the ege of the landing pad and used it as cover, lying prone and taking shots at anything that moved that was not friendly. He yelled back at Logan,
"How about you stop complaining and keep shooting loudmouth, we can sort the dress code out later."
Seeing the scant cover his friend had, Logan stood, dragging the impaled body with him, grabbed another from the ground and dragged it at a dead run towards Adde. He threw himself int a leg first skid and came to a crashing halt next to Adde, two armoured corpses now providing a wall between them and the red and white army.
"by the gods these two stink, could you not have found some less aromatic cover?"
"You really want to start with me on this?! Go find your own better smelling cover then!"
Logan Kicked Adde hard, rolling him away from the make-shift wall and laughing maniacly. The battle Lust had taken him.
Adde smiled and continued rolling as blaster shots ripped into the ground all around him, This was going to be a hell of a fight!
With a battle cry that could have awoken the dead, Logan heaved his impaled corpse dhielf up high and charged at the oncoming soldiers!!! he slammed straight into the first one, the Rykk blade sticking out of the corpses chest slamming hard into the weak armour at the soldiers neck and splitting it, and the windpipe. All three went down hard and the last Adde saw of Logan he had drawn a vibro blade from somewhere and then a swarm of red and white descended on him.
"Ah crap, he went and got himself into trouble again..."
Firring both his blasters in full auto, he ran in behind Logan, a battle screatch of his own on his smailling lips....
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Post by Oquan Tangin Bacca on Jun 23, 2016 3:11:07 GMT
Oquan felt as if he were just getting his feet under him from recovering from his intoxication and the effects of Logan's "remedy" when all hell broke lose! Troopers clad in white and red had appeared and a huge fire fight had erupted. Oquan immediately fell in line and began utilizing his mobile infantry training. He always had his 2 ELGs close by and this was no exception. They were no sooner in his hands and they began to do their deadly work laying down round after round of deadly cover-fire.
He saw Logan and Adde inflicting and massive casualties and he smiled until he saw them rush headlong into the mass of enemy soldiers.
"Those boys are crazy! I love it!" he thought to himself.
"Well, there's no time like the present!" he exclaimed as he followed suit and crashed into the wave of white and red that had surrounded his commrades!
His ELGs cut huge swaths of smoking flesh from the enemy troops ranks but they kept coming!
As he reached his Trandoshan friends he joined their position and they all stood back to back to back and provided their new guests with a hail of fire that at least bought them some space as everything within their shot radius was now a lifeless, smoking heap of blood stained white and red armor.
Reverting again back to his AMC training he got on his open military comms channel and relayed the situation to the command center that had been established on board one of the AMC Strike Class Cruisers that was landed at the base.
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Jun 23, 2016 17:23:31 GMT
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Post by Julio Weston on Jun 23, 2016 17:23:31 GMT
Looking down while running over the ship, Julio threw two grenades somewhere Joe wouldn't see them, then fired a barrage with his DH set to Auto at five enemy soldiers.
"Don't give up, boys!" - he shouted looking at the Captains and Brunyr who had stayed next to them, as Joe jumped into action and received a warm welcome from both grenades, throwing him in the air and having him land over a hover cart.
But Julio's problems were not over as three soldiers appeared behind and had him shoot at them with his 22T4. Joe wasn't over either as he got up with difficulty and grabbed a long blunt object before starting to climb back up. Julio was officially surrounded until a smoke grenade appeared near and exploded, giving him time to slide down a flat vent and attack another wave of soldiers from behind.
"This is not over until i say it's over!"
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Post by Logan Shivers on Jun 23, 2016 21:04:02 GMT
Oquans arrival had turned the tide, and created a small amount of breathing space. Logan spat out a huge lump of flesh, strange, he did not remember where that came from.. and droppedthe vibro blade, again, not really sure where that came from. Hegrabbed a stim shot and rammed it into is thigh, then followd it by a shot of bacta from a healing stick. He may have left his armour behind.. but he was not stupid, some things you just did not leave out of your day to day life!!
He looked around, spotted his Rykkimbeddd hilt deep in two corpses and grabbed it with his right hand, braced the corpses with his bootand hauled it free, dripping in blood. Logan himself looked pretty much as ifhe had bathed in the stuff, but he did not seem to notice. Hi steel gaze took in his surroundings and he saw the chaos all around.
Well, that ship appeared to be the main paart of the assault, so perhaps it also was their command po... only one way to find out so he strted tojog towads it, ust his Rykk blade to hand. He was mad, furious, nobody brought the fight to them like this, in a public event... the AMc would wipe the scum out and he planned to do as much of that a he could.
Adde saw where Logan was headed, also saw the state he was in.. the mad fool had gone headlong into a full squad and alone and come out alive.. but perhaps only just by the looks of it?
"Logan!!!, LOGAN! - err... LOGAN, damn you LOOOOGAN!!!"
but he was not listening so Adde had little choice but to run after him, laying down covering fire with the two blasters he still had in his hands. He turned to Oquan and Bruyr.
"you to, how about some help, the nutter is going in to their damned ship alone... "
Adde himself had received few hits, making him hobble quite badly but not enough to stop him from following at best speed!
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Aboard the Necromancer Janev was following theevents from the open channel on Addes comm unit al hell had broken loose!! He ordered straffing runs b the circling fightrs and issues an all channel notification that any non AMC ship that took ff, or approached the area would be shot down first, then asked qustions. The Cruiser and her fighters would hold th skies until one of the Stikes got up and running, then the two ships would create a solid blockade in the region.
"Quia, get the Black Squad and head to the boys location, neither are looking too healthy."
He sent a message to the med-neb that was in deep space not too far from the system, advising them of the need of medical assistance and potentially large number of casualties. Gene would be there and sot that side of thins out, letting Janev worry about the securithy of the area.
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Post by Max Ameeno Bacca on Jul 1, 2016 2:44:10 GMT
On board the bridge of the AMC Strike-Class Cruiser "Invincible" which was acting as a Forward Operations Base for the Airshow, the communications area was abuzz with activity. No sooner had they received a distress call from Captain Syke Lomax who was apparently engaged in one on one combat with a terrorist who had just initiated a terror attack inside a Veltraa-Class Cruiser on the landing pad, but now they had also just received a distress call from Captain Oquan Tangin Bacca with a report that sounded like a general invasion of the Airshow Base by unknown military forces. The Communications Officer quickly analyzed, authenticated and relayed the reports to the CIC as the bridge exploded in a flurry of activity as orders were passed down from command and bridge officers manned their ready-stations. In the hanger of the ship, crews readied their mechs as battle-hardened Legionnaires mounted their Tsmeu-6 Light Assault Tanks and began to roll out to their assigned battle positions to respond to these brazen attacks. AMC would not back down from this fight!
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Post by Logan Shivers on Jul 7, 2016 19:58:30 GMT
A DX-9 slammed down onto the landing pad just in front of the enemy ship, pulverizing a couple of bodies under it and spraying out a fine mist of blood along with its exhaust gasses. The ramp slid open and the Black Squad, led by Quia on this occasion made their way out in tactical formation.
They ignored the vast number of red and white clad soldiers battling for control of the landing pad and its surroundings, just laying down suppressing fire to any that showed them an interest. They only had one goal, and that was to get to their beloved Trandoshan warrior brothers who were leaking blood in that ship somewhere. A brief glance at their surroundings showed the experienced veterans that there were more than enough friendly forces congregating on the scene to keep the enemy busy, even if the enemuy ship was using its powerfull weapons systems to cause devastating amounts of damage to the surrounding area. Six Pitch Black fightrs buzzed verhead, shooting at the weapons systems in an attempt to neutralise them, without causing damage to the ship that mght lead to injury of those inside... it would be bad form to accidentally kill their own leaders after all.
Finally inside the large hangar bay, Quia and the Black Squad quickly spotted the obvious path that Logan and Adde must have taken. a pretty clear red path littered with bodies lead away from the hangar, down a wide corridor and into a lift. Not willing to trap themselves in such a confined space, the specialists in the squad quickly cracked open an access dor to a maintenance tube that ran up along the lift shaft and th soldiers quickly climbed in and headed up.
The senor pack on Quia's suit was tuned into Logans vitals and she could see they were heading in the right direction It also showed her however that he was in a bad state indeed. She was actually a little surprised that he was stillconcious. Once they got to the correc level, the squad broke out of the maintenance tube and having met no resistance moved at a swift,but cautious pace down the corridor and into the bridge of the enemy ship.
The scee that greeted them was hellish. Logan had just decapitated the last of the weapons systems operators, while Adde was laying down serious cover for his companion, his two blaster visibly hot from the sheer amount of use he was forcing them to endure. bodies were everywhere, the floor was slick with blood, the air thick with the stech of ymptied bowels and scorthed flesh, the metallic scent of blood providing a fog over it all. Within seconds of the veteran squad arriing, all remnants of enemy presence within the room was eliminated.
"Secure the doors, rig the roomto blow and..."
Adde's instructions to his squad were cut short when Logan, a completely crazed look in his eyes charged at them!! It would appear he had not got enough sense left in him to recognise friend from foe and his battle rage was carrying him on to yet another fight with an imagined enemy. Quia had seen this before in badly inured troops high on stims, so she acted without hesitation. She flipped her heavy rotating cannon over her shoulder and used it as club, slamming it into the back of Logans head as he charged past her. The Gamorreans strength and the weapons weight combined to provide a powerful enough blow to knock Logan off his feet. He landed face first on the deck, sliding for a few feet before coming to a halt. Logan did not move.
Quia winced as she spotted the stump of his arm, missing from the bicep down and could only imagine what other damage his body had endured. “This is Sergeant Quia of Pitch Black, requesting urgent med-evac from the Bridge of the hostile Veltraa. Captain Logan Shivers, AMC, is down and in need of urgent mef=dical assistance.” As she sent her message, Adde wobbled, staggered a few steps, then dropped like a boneless sack onto the ground and he too remained there unmoving. “Med-evac now required for two.” She transmitted to the AMC control centre that had taken over now from the Pitch Black Cruiser as the Strike was up and running and in control. Having some minimal field medic experience, Quia stripped both Trandoshans down, cutting their ragged, blood soaked clothes off and studied their injuries. Apart from Logans missing limb, he had five blaster burns on his torso, two more on his left leg, one on his right and one on his remaining arm just below the elbow. The smell of scortched scales was stomach churning. She also noted he had lost one of his talons on his remaining hand, so he had been wielding that Rykk with only two digits!! As she spotted each wound, she applied a bacta patch and followed this up with a healthy dose injected into his stump. Moving over to Adde she saw that all of his wounds were from blasters, one bolt apparently having gone straight through his right shoulder. Again, she applied a healthy amount of patches to him as she came across each injury, thankfully no missing limbs here, and for good measure injected him too with some bacta. That would have to do, until the med-evac team got there, not much more could be done. Both needed a long soak in a bacta tank if they were going to pull through this one. Noticing the Black Squad staring at the two fallen leaders, Quia snapped at them in her deep, gravelly voice. “Stop gawking, get to work securing this room and rig it up as Dima told you to, nobody comes in unless they have AMC medical insignia.”
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Jul 8, 2016 17:59:17 GMT
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Post by Julio Weston on Jul 8, 2016 17:59:17 GMT
As all of this happened, half of the enemy's troops pulled back and ran wherever they could, with the other half falling down quickly in combat due to the force of the AMC's attacks. Meanwhile on top of the ship, Julio was confronting Joe and two men, one of which started to run. The other prepared to do so too, before warning Joe.
"Joe, let's get the hell outta here now! This was supposed to be an ambush for three high ranks, not a large scale battle! We're either pulling now or dying. Your choice" - he said, running too before getting caught by gunfire. The first had more luck, and managed to disappear.
"Fuck you and your phony friends. I'm blasting your head before leaving for the underworld, Slick" - Joe said as he prepared to ram Julio.
"He said it. It's your choice" - Julio pulled out a commlink without being noticed at all.
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The Mobura was now a fully fledged command post as four Y-Wings took off it. The leader descended to start shooting the gatling at the fleeing soldiers, some launching missiles at the wing. A comm cut through as he and his cronies did this.
"Y-Falcon 1. Change of plans, arm the missiles and input this coordinates to do an attack from above. Do not get detected"
"Roger, this strike will be done quick" - Fann Haruhiro was now on his ship, ready to attack.
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Joe had started trying to hit Julio. He threw dozens of punches around with Julio simply moving around the same zone. His guns were empty as a firefight took place between him calling a strike on the ship, and that moment. He just had to keep Joe in there for a little longer.
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As more and more AMC soldiers appeared surrounding the Cathar, she looked at Skye's lack of action.
"DEPLORABLE! FIGHT LIKE A MAN, USELESS EXEC!" - her sword held high, she pulled through any resistance, be AMC or WSDF by attacking everyone she encountered and then ran straight for Skye. Then, an explosion took place right in the middle and three Elites arrived. The leader, holding his two golden pistols, aimed straight and fired, having her pull back.
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Post by Max Ameeno Bacca on Jul 14, 2016 23:47:55 GMT
Skye looked up from where he had been coordinating attacks and troops movements remotely from his communicator and again glanced at the female Cathar that was clearly agitated and trying to get a rise out of him.
"Did you say 'fight like a man'?" he said. "I'm not a man, my pet, I'm a WOOKIEE!"
As he said this he pulled a Scout Blaster from the back holster of his heavy battle armor and fired at her. The Blaster fires 5 bolts in succession with the single pull of the trigger and with the slight rotation of the hand you can get them to fan out as they proceed towards their target.
As they approached, the nimble Cathar twisted and curved her body out of the path of each bolt.
"You are a good dancer, Little Kitty." Skye said grinning and looking around at the few dozen Legionnaires who were fanned out around the pair.
"Look at my new puppet, boys! Shall I make her dance again?" he said firing another volley which she again "danced" away from. He was merely playing with her at this point as he knew that she would have to be subdued by other means. He had already called in a squad of ISS Shadow Troopers who specialized in these types of elite take-downs. They had stun weapons and tactics that even the most skilled adversaries often failed to escape. He just needed to keep her occupied until they arrived.
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Post by Max Ameeno Bacca on Jul 15, 2016 0:11:56 GMT
AMC's Medical Corps had been alerted to the events going on at the Air Show and they were ready to respond. DD-13, FX-7 and MD Medical Specialist Medical Droids were at their stations and AMC's Medics and Apothecaries were ready to descend to the surface and begin the care for the wounded. Obviously the report of the two leaders of Pitch Black Hunting Consortium, one of the founding Consortiums in the Alliance, being gravely injured placed a sullen mood over the teams preparing to depart for the surface. Word had even been sent out to the High Apothecary who was not in the Sector but who was available via Holo-projection to help guide the efforts of the medical teams. This was being handled as a "Hot-LZ Med-Evac" as the landing zones were potentially unsecured given that any of the other ships at the Air Show could easy spring to life and pose a new threat AMC's forces. Escort ships consisting of Tri-Mark VII Gunships and Firespray-Class Heavy Interceptors surrounded the Medical Corps ships and scanned intently as they approached the designated landing areas.
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Post by Logan Shivers on Jul 15, 2016 20:01:05 GMT
Aboard the Necromancer, Janev spotted with some relief the medical landing ships and escorts. He manauvered the cruiser out of their way but set it to a very low hover over the hostile Veltraa. The squad of Torrent fighters circled, keeping a close eye on the movements below and running regular strafing runs over the apparent landing area the medical party was heading for.
Comms had communicated their concern over other ships becoming hostiles and so Janev had the six Vipers flying a wider perimeter, their torpedoes already locked on the most powerful ships on the ground just in case, the squad of N-1's doing similar with their weapons. Instructions were if amy ship even so much as twitched, shoot first. This was not a time to play nice, not in any way or form.
Warnings were being broadcast repeatedly from the Strike class cruiser that had taken command for all non AMC ships to remain powered down and stationary until otherwise instructed, so there were no excuses.
In the hangar bay, ten squads of heavily armoured Pitch Black soldiers stood at the ready, Janev had no reason to send them down yet, AMC legionnaires had flooded into the area and had things under control, but having them ready in reserve would prove very handy if any further surprises were spurng by this unknown enemy.
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Quia heard her communicator beep and opened the channel. It was an apothecary asking for exact details on the two Trandoshans conditions.
After getting as much information as Quia could reasonably provide, given her lack of medical training, he asked one more question,
"Are either of them over their fifth decade in age?"
Quia had to think for a while, but after going back in her memory as far as she could she could only hazard a guess.
"I know Adde is not, but Logan... probably not either, but could not confirm and you cant exactly tell by looking at a reptilian...."
She was interrupted briskly,
"Check the scales around his neck area, and around his inner thigh, are they small and supple, or have they started to become harder? If they are hardening, how large do the scales on his inner thigh appear? Measurments would be appreciated. Help is about ten minutes out by the way, but this is important."
Quia did as she was told and had a check, then reported back.
"Scales are supple, no hardening, not quite like a leather skin species, but close, I could slice them with a knife easy enough, that goes for both neck and thigh."
"Excellent, he is either below 40 Trandoshan years of age, or in extremely good condition. It means his regeneration abilities are likely still strong and he will be able to re-grow the missing limbs, as will Adde. It means our teams can concentrate on stabilising their conditions in a tank, and not worry about damage limitation to their lost limbs. Thank you, arrival in five."
With that the communication ended and Quia smiled a little to herself. Those crazy T'doshok could re-grow limbs... she had forgotten that... AND she had just found out that Logan was effectively younger than her... she was only 28 in her years, but due to the planetary orbit variations, it meant she was nearly 50 in Trandoshan years!!!
When he recovered, she would use that to annoy him. She was much more confident now that it was a WHEN and not an IF he recovered.
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Jul 16, 2016 16:04:25 GMT
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Post by Julio Weston on Jul 16, 2016 16:04:25 GMT
"Gahhh, i will dance. Over your fucking corpse!" - The Cathar was clearly infuriated by Skye and his ways to make fun off her, but retained her smile. As she pulled a pistol of unknown model, however, was interrupted by a comm.
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As Julio evaded each one of Joe's punches, a man in a suit looked at them both with a pair of microbinoculars in one hand, and a commlink in the other from afar. It was the salesman from the Veltraa, which had taken posession of a Koro-2 Airspeeder.
"You heard me right. Get out of there and locate me as soon as you're clear to go. We lost this one, but as soon as chaos unfolds again we'll come out, and you're the only one alive i can trust. Later, Wystay" - He cut the comm, then connected to an auto channel and pressed a single key.
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As he did that, a big explosion was heard. The Consular had blown up entirely, with people around them flying up high. Julio, who had jumped off the ship seconds ago to avoid being caught by the WADF's missiles, flew straight into one of the windows at the nearby terminal and stayed in the floor, seeing the ship collapse entirely along with those who wanted to see it all and had ignored the flying man.
"It's... over, Joe. Over..." - he said before fainting.
Brunyr was shocked but then grabbed the comm furiously.
"WHAT WAS THAT?! YOU ALMOST KILLED JULIO! MAYBE YOU DID!"
"WADF1 here! We didn't launch anything! We're still flying by!"
"Who the fuck did then...?"
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Back at the Veltraa the Elites fired straight for Wystay, no more playing around with Skye's forces nor following procedures. They were there just for her, but she kept dodging shots as swiftly as done with Skye's.
"MY NAME IS LISE WYSTAY, AND YOU WILL HEAR FROM US AGAIN! EXPECT US!" - she suddenly ran fast, leaving everyone behind.
Legionnaires and Elites ran after her, some firing as they did, some other dodging her attempts to down them so she could escape. But in the end, she shook them all off.
"Don't let her fucking... Ah, why do i bother?" - The leading Elite facepalmed while the second ran after her to no avail.
"Cheer up, boss. She only retreats whenever their superiors tell her to, so we know her's is alive, and not dead in the firefight by the other end of the starport" - The third spoke.
"You're right!" -He turned to Skye and presented himself- "Don Stark, leader of the WSDF Elite division. Mind telling me if anybody's been here before the suspect that just escaped?"
Troy shook Katsune up to find out she was actually ok.
"Kat! You alright?"
"Maybe, just maybe" - she responded.
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Post by Max Ameeno Bacca on Jul 22, 2016 0:35:26 GMT
"Good to meet you Don Stark!" Syke bellowed as he shock the man's hand. "That is one hell of an adversary we have on our hands."
Skye looked around to survey the scene and see who was around. Most of the Legionnaires were introducing themselves to the Elites and others were securing the area to prevent any surprises.
"We should really get our Shadow Troopers and ISS Agents down here to sweep for intel and get a report but I will debrief you as to what I know. Katsune and I were lured away from our group by a man in a very nice custom suit under the guise of selling us a Sniper Rifle at a bargain price. I am sure that one of the security cams from this ship will have footage of him. Who the hell's ship is this anyway??? The gun was a fake and when we called his bluff all hell broke loose with our feline friend playing the role of lead asshole!" he said with a half-laugh and a grin! Syke had actually quite enjoyed the encounter as it had been quite a long time since he had the pleasure of some face to face combat. Being promoted to Captain kept him in the bridge of his famous ship most of the time and he missed scraping with the troops in the trenches like in the good old days as a lower ranking Legionnaire.
"What do you know about who we are up against and what do you know of their motives?" he asked the leader of the Elites.
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Meanwhile, on the Bridge of the AMC Strike-Class Cruiser "Invincible" which was acting as a Forward Operations Base for the Airshow, the Bridge Commander yelled, "What the hell was that!" as the explosion reverberated across the landing zones.
"Missile strike, Sir" one of the humans at a consul said. "We are tracking the trajectory to triangulate the origin."
"This is more than an incidental attack. There is more at play here than meets the eye!" the Bridge Commander exclaimed. "Set 'Condition One' throughout the Fleet and get me a Proconsul on a secure channel!" he barked.
Bridge crews buzzed to their consuls and began relaying orders to the surrounding AMC ships and crews began making ready battle preparations through the AMC ships on the planet and in the System.
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Post by Logan Shivers on Aug 4, 2016 14:49:31 GMT
The medical team entered the bridge of the enemy Veltraa that was now under AMC control. The Black squad watched over the proceedings as a variety of needles and tubes were attached to both Trandoshans. Once satisfied, the chief medical officer present gave instruction for them to be loaded into a tank each. Suspended in Bacta, Logan regained a semblance of consciousness, looked around his blurred surrroundings and before his brain could put him in a panic over being submerged in liquid, he recognised the calming bliss of a Bacta tank. He had been here before, often, it was ok. The two tanks were taken outside on sleds, under the watchful eye of the Black squad. They had just managed to get them into one of the Sprints when a huge explosion tore through the Starport. “missile strike, over there!” exclaimed an AMC Legionairre that was part of the med-evac team. Quia used her considerable strength and weight to force the doors closed on the sprint whilst shouting at them to take off. She had remained on the landing pad, trusting Logan and Adde to the care of the AMC medical experts and the Black squad. “Janev, you get that?” “Indeed, and we are tracking what appears to be overtwenty more inboud missiles. All fighters have been dispatched to intercept, lookls like the Invinsible has done likewise. How are the boys, lost medical tracking when they started to treat them.” “Fools will live. I am sending the dropship back up to you, get me some muscle down here and see what assets we have in the area, this looks like it is far from over.” “Got a couple of squads waiting, rifles and blades, best to send you a mix. AMC has issued battle readiness instructions. We had the Scorekeeper and the Crown of Thorns engaging in simulations against each other in the area and both have been called up.” Quia was impressed, the Crown of Thorns was the first Pitch Black Arquittens cruiser, a potent weapon and one they had invested in after seeing how affectively AMC used the ships. The Scorekeeper was the first Ardent class attack cruiser, another heavy investment and one that may well pay its way very shortly. Bothe ships were fully manned for the simulations so no skeleton crews. Added to the Necromancer above, it would form a strong support fleet for whatever the AMC had to hand.
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