Mars Hostage Crisis
The Stealth Insertion Fleet (Under directive of the Sazkarjhia Bureau of Clandestine Operations) came out of warp in OSS4912 (Known as "Sol" to denizens of the system) and quickly banked around. The fleet cloaked and remained farther from the system while a Samani-Class stealth corvette, Shadow of the Fallen, made headway towards the station. A small pod jettisoned out from the craft. Due to the Red Planet's low atmosphere, reentry was fast and worry of burning up was almost non-existence. The meteoric vessel fired retro-rockets and deployed flaps before it impacted on the surface. The hatch popped open and a swathe of black slithered out from it.
It was three men, each in black, shielded armor. The only thing of different color was the yellow visor and a white light that protruded from the shoulder. Each one carried a Type 4 CAR and a Type 60 MagRifle. They turned around and waited, eventually a bulky mass of the same black color leaped out, in his grasp a massive, waist-mounted railgun. They waited for him to join up with the group, and then one--presumably the leader--laid down a projector, a map appeared, their position pinged on a massive mountain.
"If this thing's right," the leader spoke through his comm system, "then we apparently landed on what the populous here call 'Olympus Mons', we need to head out for the base, which is in this direction." he finished as he pointed at another, red ping identifying the base.
"This is a covert operation. We get in, provide support, and await for pickup at the peak of Olympus. Try not to be seen, and if you need to go for a stealthy takedown, use your Type 60 or, in Tank's case, mini coilgun. I don't want anyone firing off a CAR unless we get into a firefight, understood?"
Three individual pings sounded off, identifying the acknowledgement.
"Alpha Squad, this is Shadow, report your status, over."
"Captain Maldin'kum, callsign 'Spearhead', team leader, reporting in." the leader reported.
"1st Officer Barsko'gum, callsign 'Powder Keg', demolitions, reporting in." one of the soldiers responded.
"High Sergeant Gamra'bum, callsign 'Short', tech, reporting in." the third soldier replied.
"SDF Heavy Unit 051321A, 1st Officer Kalosi'yum, callsign 'Tank', heavy weapons, reporting in." the heavy replied.
"Copy that, plan your entry and move out. The Collective needs help."
The four soldiers sent acknowledgement pings, grabbed equipment from the pod and headed in the direction of the base.
The Stealth Insertion Fleet (Under directive of the Sazkarjhia Bureau of Clandestine Operations) came out of warp in OSS4912 (Known as "Sol" to denizens of the system) and quickly banked around. The fleet cloaked and remained farther from the system while a Samani-Class stealth corvette, Shadow of the Fallen, made headway towards the station. A small pod jettisoned out from the craft. Due to the Red Planet's low atmosphere, reentry was fast and worry of burning up was almost non-existence. The meteoric vessel fired retro-rockets and deployed flaps before it impacted on the surface. The hatch popped open and a swathe of black slithered out from it.
It was three men, each in black, shielded armor. The only thing of different color was the yellow visor and a white light that protruded from the shoulder. Each one carried a Type 4 CAR and a Type 60 MagRifle. They turned around and waited, eventually a bulky mass of the same black color leaped out, in his grasp a massive, waist-mounted railgun. They waited for him to join up with the group, and then one--presumably the leader--laid down a projector, a map appeared, their position pinged on a massive mountain.
"If this thing's right," the leader spoke through his comm system, "then we apparently landed on what the populous here call 'Olympus Mons', we need to head out for the base, which is in this direction." he finished as he pointed at another, red ping identifying the base.
"This is a covert operation. We get in, provide support, and await for pickup at the peak of Olympus. Try not to be seen, and if you need to go for a stealthy takedown, use your Type 60 or, in Tank's case, mini coilgun. I don't want anyone firing off a CAR unless we get into a firefight, understood?"
Three individual pings sounded off, identifying the acknowledgement.
"Alpha Squad, this is Shadow, report your status, over."
"Captain Maldin'kum, callsign 'Spearhead', team leader, reporting in." the leader reported.
"1st Officer Barsko'gum, callsign 'Powder Keg', demolitions, reporting in." one of the soldiers responded.
"High Sergeant Gamra'bum, callsign 'Short', tech, reporting in." the third soldier replied.
"SDF Heavy Unit 051321A, 1st Officer Kalosi'yum, callsign 'Tank', heavy weapons, reporting in." the heavy replied.
"Copy that, plan your entry and move out. The Collective needs help."
The four soldiers sent acknowledgement pings, grabbed equipment from the pod and headed in the direction of the base.