Troop Transport Alpha 1-1
On Approach to the Landing Zone Alpha
Four hours ago.
Talis glanced out at the landing zone as he heard the shuttles engines idling down to descend the shuttle towards the ground. He shot a glance back towards Alpha 1-2 who were following close behind matching their speed. The troop transport came to a hover about three feet off the ground and without a word, the members of Shan’s Saber 2nd platoon offloaded and took up an initial perimeter quickly.
As the Miralukan’s feet hit the ground, he bent his knees into a crouch and moved to a rock outcropping overlooking the base below. The second ship came in and instead of a touch and go, landed and kept its engines in a dull idle. The rest of second platoon offloaded the gear for the forward observation post as well as a handful of non-combatants. The engines spooled back up and the shuttle climbed back into the sky above. Noise discipline was maintained even among the non-combatants who set about their task of setting up their gear.
Soon the forward observation post was set up and two squads set out to start a quick sweep of the area. The Sentinel moved to the radio’s and keyed the mic.
“Sigma 1-Actual, This is Alpha 1-Actual. We are dug into the Ant hill. How copy? Over.” Talis stared at the radio before he toyed with the volume knob. A whispered voiced cut through the silence.
“Alpha 1-Actual, this is Sigma 1-Actual. We copy. Polyphemous initiated. Over.” Talis handed the headset back to the Corporal manning the radio and headed back to his overwatch position. A two man sniper team had taken up their position as overwatch and were scanning the area of operation.
“Alpha Overwatch, this is Alpha 1-1. Report.” Talis whispered into his mic.
“All is quiet Alpha 1-1. They are none the wiser to our presence. Over,” the Spotter replied without taking his eyes off his large scope. The Odanite was impressed at how professional and efficient the platoon was operating.
“Affirmative Alpha overwatch, keep me apprised of the situation.” Talis motioned towards two squad leaders to muster on him. “All right, get your men into position I will take 1 squad with me and we will press forward to a forward fighting position and then hunker down for the main force.”
The two replied to him with curt nods before turning to their squads and giving out orders through an plethora of intricate hand signals. Without a sound the two squads began moving to their positions. Talis fell in behind Third squad and made his way with them to the forward defensive perimeter. They found a nice position about a hundred meters down and fortified it before taking up their duties. Scopes and rifles were produced from packs and smaller radios were set up. Each squad had with them a sniper, a medic, and a radio man for the mission as well as a heavy weapons operator who acted as the spotter for the sniper until needed.
Talis found a nice rock to curl up next to and began meditating, waiting for the assault to begin.
Alpha Command and Control
Landing Zone Alpha on the Planet Kyulou.
2 hours ago
“Alpha 1-1, this is Alpha actual. We have confirmation that the 3rd infantry and the 2nd Aegis are inbound low from the south-southwest on grid Papa-Niner. How copy? Over.”
“Alpha Actual, this is Alpha 1-1. Copy that.” Talis moved over to squad leaders position to his right. “This is the part where we find out just how quiet they can be.”
“Alpha 1-3, This is Alpha Actual. What is your sit-rep on the scouting party? Over.”
“Alpha Actual, this is Alpha 1-3. We are about one mike from the perimeter will relay when we are home safe, how copy? Over.”
“Alpha 1-3, this is Alpha Actual. Good copy. Keep us updated. Over.”
Talis looked at the squad leader and nodded. He could feel the groups uneasiness.
“All is going smooth so far.” Talis felt the tension relax for a bit which eased his own nerves. “Just remember your training, our job is not combat until the main force moves.” The Jedi sat down behind the fortified defensive wall and went back to meditating, and waited.
Forward Defensive Position
Landing Zone Alpha on the Planet Kyulou
30 minutes ago
“Alpha 1-1, this is Shadow. How copy?” Mako’s voice and blaster fire cut through the silence, jarring Talis awake.
“Shadow, this is Alpha 1-1. Good copy, What’s your situation?” Talis rolled from his sitting position up to a crouch and made his way to the Sniper’s side.
“Alpha 1-1, this is Shadow. We are engaged with enemy forces, request assistance.” Talis’ could hear Mako’s men in the background calling out targets as their blaster fire echoed through the communications headset.
“Foxtrot 1-1, this is Alpha 1-1. What’s your eta?” Talis whispered into the headset, “Foxtrot 1-1, this is Alpha 1-1. How copy? Over.” After a few moments of silence Talis registered the microphone activation.
“Alpha 1-1, this is Foxtrot 1-1. Good copy, what can I do you for sir?” the man’s gruff voice boomed back over the radio nonchalantly.
“Foxtrot 1-1, this is Alpha 1-1. I need a fire mission asap, will relay friendly location. Over.” Talis took a deep breathe and steadied himself. “Shadow, this is Alpha 1-1. What is your position? Over.”
“Alpha 1-1, this is Shadow. We don’t need direct fire we need a Rancor on the front lawn.” The Jedi recognized the code phrase for a diversion.
“Alpha Overwatch, this is Alpha 1-1. Give me something to blow up. Over.” A smile spread across the Odanites face.
“Roger that sir,” the spotter’s voice cut out for what seemed like ages, “Foxtrot 1-1 this is Alpha Overwatch. Requesting a fire mission on the southeast side of grid Charlie-five. I say again, the southeast side of grid Charlie-five. How copy?”
Talis turned to the sniper with a puzzled look.
“That would be the front door Master Jedi,” the sniper adjusted as he interrupted the Pathfinder.
Five successive booms rang out from the opposite side of the compound, followed by five ground shaking bangs. A few moments afterwards an alarm shot out from the base.
“Well so much for surprise,” Talis whispered jokingly.
“Alpha 1-1, this is Shadow. how copy?”
“Shadow, this is Alpha 1-1. We have a good copy. How are things in there? Over.”
“Sporty.” The transmission cut out abruptly.
“Alpha 1-2, this is Alpha 1-1. Muster on my position and prepare to assault. Over.” After a few moments the other squad appeared before the Jedi out of nothing at the ready.
“Looks like we are moving the time table up, check your gear we move in three mikes.” The small force before him replied with quick nods before checking their gear.
At the three minute mark, the group moved like a shadow rolling down the side of the mountain. The group was as silent as death as they came to the bottom of their mountain and moved towards cover a hundred meters from the base of the building. Talis called them to a halt as they waited for the infantry to make their move.
“Alpha-Actual, this is Alpha 1-1. We are awaiting Mike 1-1’s assault, keep us posted. Over.”
“Alpha 1-1, this is Alpha Actual. Roger that.”
The group of special forces and their Jedi commander held their position like statues. Nobody moving, or making even the slightest of sounds. The only things that budged were the eyes of the troopers as they scanned their sectors, waiting for someone to come punch their ticket to the afterlife.
“This is Mike 1-Actual. Polyphemous is go. I repeat Polyphemous is a go.” On cue artillery opened up on the south and east side of the building. Pounding away at it with everything they had. Between blasts blaster fire could be heard. They had used the initial blast to get the main communications array and to jar the entire complex into their fighting positions and then waited for them to relax before pounding them with everything. It had worked out even with minimal conversation. The commanders were doing well improvising and working with one another.
Talis felt himself flying through the air backwards before he skipped off a rock and behind another. He groaned in pain as he rolled onto his side and strugglingly stood up. He looked back to his mens position and half of them lay dead or dying. The resounding yells for the medic cascaded through the ringing in his ears. Talis stumbled forward before coming to a hard stop kneeling against a boulder.
“What in the galaxy was that?” Talis yelled out through the pain he was feeling everywhere.
“A rocket sir, It hit the Sergeant dead on sir!” The squad leader of 1-4 limped over to him. “Are you okay sir?”
“I’m fine,” the crouched force wielder replied as he reached out to the world around him and pulled a small veining rivers of the Force into himself and set his four broken ribs. “I will be okay, how are the others?”
"Four Casualties, 1 litter only, and 2 KIA sir."
Five wounded and one we can’t move without a litter, this mission just got damn near impossible without third and fourth squad. Talis’ mind began to race as he searched for the rocket wielder.
“Alpha, this is Sigma. We are headed for the command center. The shuttles will need covering fire. Over.”
“Sigma Actual, this is Alpha Actual. We are diverting two of our Flares to provide extra escort in, Approach from the North North east and stay low, we have reports of air to ground missiles but have yet to locate them. Over.”