Post by Yeti on Dec 3, 2013 9:32:01 GMT -5
Giggling with glee, the young Cathar Queen waits at the weapon controls of the AT-AT.
"I'm glad Locar gave us this one," as the huge walker is unloaded from the freighter in midst of the moon's fighter base with the other three being unloaded.
They can see below them, Major Ramos talking with the intake officer who was pointing excitedly to the AT-AT's that were off-loaded onto his base.
Sid's half mechanical face twisting into a grin, "Looks like he is wondering where these extra supplies came from."
Checking his chrono piece, "The fleet should be exiting hyperspace in five minutes."
Leaning over kissing her husband, the glee showing in her eyes as she says into her husband's ear, "Let's kill them all."
Speaking into his built in microphone, "All Units Attack."
Simulatenousily all four of the AT-AT's open fire at the perfectly lined up fighter squadrons on the tarmac, even as the shock troops fast rope out of the personnel holds hitting the ground personnel without mercy.
Smiling Sid places his newly redesigned helmet on as he moves to exit with his troops in the ground attack even as his wife joins at him at his side once again as they go down the rope together.
The buttault continuing into the depths of the bunkers even as the Friend or Foe Identifiers begin feeding into his helmet package as the combined fleets jump into the planets well opening up with all guns in the midsts of the Sith Fleet.
Even as he watches his wife rip the spine out of an unfortunate Ensign that turned the wrong way down the corridor, he can feel Locar's instant prescence pushing across the battlescape.
"Colonel Garret to Crusader."
"Go ahead Colonel."
"Moonbase offense eliminated. Assaulting Command Centers now. ET twenty minutes. Will await further orders."
"Good job Sid, takes a load off my mind. The Admiral said if you think it feasable, after the Moonbase to take targets of opportunity with minimal civilan losses."
"From your chuckle, I buttume we don't have many prisoners to worry about there. How about wounded for our men?"
"We have a few wounded, only a couple of prisoners. Mainly techs and mechanics that aren't warrior worth for my men to worry about."
"The medlifters and prisoner transports are being released to you in a minute. Well I have a space battle to win, Good Hunting Sid."
"You too, Malarky."
"I'm glad Locar gave us this one," as the huge walker is unloaded from the freighter in midst of the moon's fighter base with the other three being unloaded.
They can see below them, Major Ramos talking with the intake officer who was pointing excitedly to the AT-AT's that were off-loaded onto his base.
Sid's half mechanical face twisting into a grin, "Looks like he is wondering where these extra supplies came from."
Checking his chrono piece, "The fleet should be exiting hyperspace in five minutes."
Leaning over kissing her husband, the glee showing in her eyes as she says into her husband's ear, "Let's kill them all."
Speaking into his built in microphone, "All Units Attack."
Simulatenousily all four of the AT-AT's open fire at the perfectly lined up fighter squadrons on the tarmac, even as the shock troops fast rope out of the personnel holds hitting the ground personnel without mercy.
Smiling Sid places his newly redesigned helmet on as he moves to exit with his troops in the ground attack even as his wife joins at him at his side once again as they go down the rope together.
The buttault continuing into the depths of the bunkers even as the Friend or Foe Identifiers begin feeding into his helmet package as the combined fleets jump into the planets well opening up with all guns in the midsts of the Sith Fleet.
Even as he watches his wife rip the spine out of an unfortunate Ensign that turned the wrong way down the corridor, he can feel Locar's instant prescence pushing across the battlescape.
"Colonel Garret to Crusader."
"Go ahead Colonel."
"Moonbase offense eliminated. Assaulting Command Centers now. ET twenty minutes. Will await further orders."
"Good job Sid, takes a load off my mind. The Admiral said if you think it feasable, after the Moonbase to take targets of opportunity with minimal civilan losses."
"From your chuckle, I buttume we don't have many prisoners to worry about there. How about wounded for our men?"
"We have a few wounded, only a couple of prisoners. Mainly techs and mechanics that aren't warrior worth for my men to worry about."
"The medlifters and prisoner transports are being released to you in a minute. Well I have a space battle to win, Good Hunting Sid."
"You too, Malarky."