Noldor stepped out of the crashed gunship, lightsaber drawn and activated.
“Engage the enemy!” He yelled, stating the obvious, but he was the commander so he had to do these kinds of things to confirm that he figured.
His fellow Jedi and the specially selected troopers sped past him and addressed the security team that was sent to welcome them aboard. Noldor assessed the battlefield, from what he could gather the surprise was complete, the first skirmish would be won without a doubt and required little guidance from him. The next steps however were critical. They’d first have to occupy the hangar’s control room in order to be able to open the doors to gain access to the insides of the station. As the first security unit was being eliminated a second came running in from the east. Noldor had decided that the entry point would be referential point south. And from there they’d use compass logic to make movements and locations clear.
Leaving the initial Mandalorians to those engaged with them Noldor signaled Gem and a few others to engage the new arrivals. If they took up position and opened fire the Jedi would be outflanked and most likely slaughtered. He ran straight at them as they took up position behind some crates. Noldor grasped the center crate with the force and pushed it back half a meter to throw back the Mandos who had only just rested their backs against them for cover. He leapt over the crate and chopped one of the Mandos shooting hand off, then ducked to avoid a bash to the head by a Mando behind him. Noldor quickly spun his lightsaber around and made a slicing motion past the man’s right leg, severing several muscles, making the leg practically useless. Those who followed him were taking care of the rest and Noldor made his way back to the gunship to issue orders. While the rest kept fighting Mandalorians or tried to make their way to the Hangar bay Control room, Noldor decided it would probably help if he issued a general, yet crucial, command.
“Someone get to that control room!” He yelled, hoping this would increase the efforts of taking the damn place. The staff was probably engaged in a game of who can press the panic button fastest right this moment. Why did he have such thoughts? Noldor was not in his element, he had to make quick decisions without being allowed time to think about it first, it was making his brain hyperactive and it wandered places it usually didn’t.
Noldor went over his plan again, trying to spot obvious weak spots he could anticipate or avoid altogether. The unit would split into three and storm out of the hangar bay in a three pronged attack, the eastern and western prongs were merely a distraction, whilst the northern prong would try to keep itself unseen for as long as possible while they made their way to the central control room in the heart of the station. He had picked Ihna Zhiss for his unit as her record proved that she was experienced in infiltration, which was vital since they’d have to avoid all possible attention.