The Dawn of the Dawn Patrol (Alexander, Warv / PM to join)

[Kell Sangros]

Warvanus watched as the young brash cadet left the room he looked at Krieger “Keep an eye on him, if he compromises the mission, kill him” his operative bowed his head and he went off.

He noticed both Wiretap and Foxtrot conversing, this was good, the CO and XO needed to be as one it would take time but he felt they were off to a good start. As he was musing KL-PK1 his personal protocol droid entered the room. He had a british accent who was snarky and essentially a curmudgeon he called him Karl for short.

“Karl, prepare one of the blastboats for take-off , I will be accompanying the team on this mission” Karl had gone to learn to keep his mouth shut most of the time

“Oh very well” he said in a huff and shuffled back out of the room.
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Wiretap saw his new XO approach. He nodded “That’s a good idea Captain, me and your predecessor would do that before each op” He rose and started out of the room they would use a different conference room. When they arrived he took a seat, and brought one of the terminals online, in which had the intell on the upcoming mission.

“Lord Warvanus had filed a report on Lucazec when he was last there it has detailed intel on security and defenses and layout, Lets hope that it has not changed too much” He brought the report up so Foxtrot could make himself familiar with it. When he was done he spoke again.

“I agree that our best vector of approach is through the mountains it’ll give us stealth and the element of surprise” He began “maybe sending one or two into the village disguised as miners might provide useful intel as well” He wanted his input. While his specialty was slicing, this would be Foxtrots’ which would be strategy and tactics. His input would be crucial

[Slade Xandir]

Sitting at a makeshift table he had made himself out of crates and a flat piece of ply, 'Tver' was swallowing the last of a low-class bourbon he had pocketed from the kitchenette. He knew well enough the quality of it, but he honestly didn't care, as long as it took the majority of ideas he had out of his head. Pairing it with a freshly rolled cigarra, he dragged in a deep one, letting it simmer in his already scorched lungs. After a few seconds he wish could last longer, he exhaled, blowing the thick plumes of smoke into a multitude of whimsical shapes. One of them appeared to be a face, a face he almost lost himself to again. A face of carmel kissed chocolate, hazel green eyes blinking seductively at him. Those little swirls that became that thick hair she never liked to show the world often, and those other fumes melting into a pair of lips that he'd kill the world to kiss again. He knew that face...he knew it so much, wished for it so much, and wanted it so much. His little minx, the one and only girl he was chained to for the rest of his life, a life he risked more and more to find her again.

"I'm comin' babe," he promised for the millionth time to the smoke cloud, a goofy grin on his dry lips. He reached up to caress the cloud, only to see it faded much too quick for his liking. Something resurfaced in the hybrid man, and his glass was thrown so fast against the wall he hadn't had any clue on whether he told it to or not. Back against the wall, the cadet watched the tinted drink drip down the walls with a once again void face. He was drowning himself in apathy, and he felt it. His time would only last as long as he told it to, and he held up the mountain within with more carelessness.
Eventually, he would simply let go.
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A quick shower and a toss on of clothes later, the man immaculately cleaned himself. Hair combed back and restored to it's slick nature, he finalized everything with a spritz of cologne, but only just a tiny spray. With less care, he threw on his black jeans and a regular black tee. A black vest topped it, and holsters lined the halves. Reinforced to aid in resistance to blaster shots, 'Tver' buckled the few straps and strapped the thigh holsters against the tops of his belt, keeping both pistols tight against their snug little beds. He tucked the ends of his blade hilts on waist's holds, ensuring their sheathes were tidy against an easily self-accessible reach. He flicked the cigarra to a sleepy silent end in the bigger shard of the glass he shattered earlier. Ash drifted to it's bed in the curved clear concave. And just before walking out, he bent down to the nightstand, pinched shut a nostril, and sniffed up a sorted line of Snow. Wiping the flakes and powder from the ends of his nose, he slammed a fist against the release button of his doors and strolled out. He passed a fair share of guards aboard the ship before he passed one that looked entirely too enticing...well, his weapon was. The guard himself looked a bit hideous, being an Anx, but the cocky cadet didn't blink an eye as he disarmed the 4-meter tall alien with an easy twirl of pickpocketing hands and a step behind the giant. Walking off and flashing the badge he bullied off another cader, he warded off the surprised and angry guard with the Dawn Patrol sigil. And with that, he hoisted the assault blaster upon his shoulder, wrapped the belt around his chest, and kept moving to the shuttle.

Already he was feeling the effects of the Snow, his fingertips going cold as the drug worked to constrain his blood flow. 'Tver' felt the air get light, and he laughed outloud as he enjoyed the light show a doopey brain mustered to throw together. He was emnjoying the sight before he heard the voices around him. He was sitting on the shuttle with the other members of the Patrol, and he shook his head from the trip, coming out of the helium-like fly he had just enjoyed.

[Alexander Varellion]

Alexander would rub his chin thoughtfully as he saw the mental map of the compound before speaking. "The intel gained would be valuable, yes but it is a huge risk. People could easily notice we are not from there by our accents, mannerisms and our clothing. On top of that say we do meet other miners they will know that we are not from there."

"But Intel is something we desperately need. Say if the planet was a tourist hub or generally open to travelers one of us could disguise ourselves as a tourist, though this is unlikely. What I think would be the smartest option would be to temporarily abduct one of the droids, install sound recording software and link it to one of the squad members. Thus we would have an inconspicuous spy which no one would notice because it is simply a droid."

Alexander was then silent for a moment before continuing to speak. "Preferably a protocol droid because he could initiate contact with the sentients there. In regards to what droid we could use, we could re-program a local one or bring one of our own that can blend in with the other droids on the planet. We could also use a probe droid if it was stealthy enough."

He then switched his attention to the terrain. "I agree with the sentiment of going from the mountains but it would still be a risk. Once we start a descent we should get Widow to provide overwatch and take out any guards if they are about to spot us. I also suggest we take a few explosives with us, it could be used to create a distraction or destroy strategically important locations once our need for stealth has run out."

"An idea that could work if we want to remain stealthy we could switch our uniforms with one of the guards once we get access to such uniforms. We should also try and capture a guard to interrogate for passwords and internal security once we have entered the compound. If we got that knowledge and uniforms we could just walk to our target. No extra effort needed."

A little nervously, though Alexander kept that emotion inside and not on his body, Alexander awaited what his superior thought of some of the tactics he had in mind.

[Kell Sangros]

Wiretap had sat down with his new XO they went over intel.

“This is what we know” he began “There’s only one hanger” he pointed “From Lord Warvanus’ word it was in the overseer’s complex, so there is no regular traffic except supply deliveries this is a harsh world” he pointed out “ essentially it is one large mine and one large slave camp, so no real locals, which could work in our favor, any outsiders are either captured or shot” He looked at the layout “At some point we will need air support to take out the overseer’s hanger” he again indicated to the area where it was located “If we take that out there will be a 100% assurance that he won’t escape. We will have a couple that will provide air support but they won’t be visible. Even though this is our turf we want the element of surprise, When we get close from the mountains we will establish camp, the smaller the team to infiltrate the better. Krieger will be with the strike team as his objective lies in the complex. I don’t even know what it is” He added before Foxtrot could ask.

He did like the idea about the protocol droid “That’s a good idea, if its feasible I can reprogram it if we acquire one”
“That’s how Lord Warvanus did it, he posed as a miner and infiltrated the central camp, took out the assets of the overseer and then infiltrated his residence where he systematically slaughtered his family, before turning his attention on the overseer himself. He had extracted him alive, but our mission will be a bit easier in that regard” he said with some relief in his voice

“in the end we will have to play a lot by ear but we can be prepared for some possibilities” he said with a nod.

[Alexander Varellion]

Alexander did a mental run through of the plan they had now and simply nodded. "The plan seems good enough, though we will have to also adapt our plan to the defenses that the base will have. Though since we don't know about them it is hard to plan a strategy around them. In any case, I approve of the tactic, though the bombing of the hangar should only happen once our presence has become clear or we can use it as a distraction"

If there was nothing else Alexander would make his way to his quarters, prepare the meager belongings he did have and could take with him, checked if he had equipment that he could use. Check the equipment for any faults and then when the transport to Lustrum left he would take it so as to achieve the mission Lord Warvanus had given the Dawn Patrol.

[Kell Sangros]

Wiretap nodded “The bombing would not happen until we were near our objective which by then I am sure that they will know we are here” He nodded sagely

He clasped him on the shoulder “I am sure you will do fine, Foxtrot” With that he rose and headed out to get his field gear put together.