Temnos Excavations Co., Alternate Docking Site
Moon of Thillon
Vizsla Gold group was crouched behind a couple of storage crates which had not made their way into the mining facility yet. Kanal peeked over top one of the crates and initialized the scanner built into his helmet to take a count of the marks they had to deal with. The scanner beeped as it locked onto each different heat signature in the area.
He whispered to the group through his helmet communicator, “Guys, there are a total of seven heat signatures near the entrance.” Kanal continued, “two of them are making patrol rounds while the others are standing around in a defensive formation. There are also two Collective Scout Mechs in the area.” Kanal finished.
“What do you think our plan of attack should be?” Rajhin questioned Kanal.
Kanal took a second to assess the information as he saw it. Based on the limited firepower, manpower, ranged weapons and explosives that the group had available to them, Kanal made his decision.
“Well boss, we aren’t exactly an army, and I don’t know how you Sith and Jedi handle situations like this; however, we have the element of surprise and a sniper rifle.” Kanal explained as he eyed Tybalt’s IQA-11 Sniper Rifle.
Tybalt looked down at the rifle in his hand and squeezed it a little bit, clearly comfortable with the rifle. The Togorian looked up into the Mandalorian’s helmet visor, and he knew the man’s eyes were staring into his own with the expectation of action. “I think he is onto something here. I can take out a few of them before they know what hit them, and then we just need to take care of the rest of them.” Tybalt finished.
“Anyone else have a better idea?” Rajhin inquired. Seeing no one else was making a move to look at the situation any further, he decided that the plan was sound enough. “Alright Tybs, you’re up. Make the shots count.”
Tybalt turned around and placed the rifle atop the cargo container he was sitting behind. The young man was taking aim at some of the worst enemies the Brotherhood had faced in recent years. He looked through the scope on his rifle and took a look around at the Collective Forces before him. He scanned from side to side, just looking for the best target to attack first. As he looked around at his targets, he found the one he wanted. The Raider took aim and squeezed the trigger ever so slightly.
Kanal watched as the Collective Forces were thrown into the air by a huge explosion that rocked the facility. The two mechs were enveloped in flames which resulted in secondary explosions that lit the sky. The entrance to the mining facility had also been blown open causing sparks to fly from the exposed electrical wires.
“Umm Tybalt?” Kanal looked at the Togorian. “Well that’s one way to cause a distraction and wipe out a group of the Collective Forces. The fuel tank was a nice idea. So glad you didn’t blow up half the moon with the potential of Kyber Crystals in the area.”