"Sounds alot like a glorified bank robbery without the escape plan....and with more boom per cred on the side."
The girl sighed, loudly - making a clear show of it before piping up. "Is paying our rate really so high that you don't even mention a way we just might have a chance of surviving after we fire that cannon?!"
"Will do, Commander,"Tak replied readily and with a swift nod of the head. The Separatist didn't care for civilians rights or lives, precisely the reason she supported the Republic in its endeavors, never giving her reason to despise them... Not yet at least. But it was reassuring to her the the clone use the words liberate. It was liberating, really.
The other female whose name she hadn't yet picked up yet spoke up and made a point of complaining about getting out. While slowly finding her less likable as the seconds went by, she did make a good point that Tak would have liked to hear the answer to. Not that shooting at droids forever didn't sound so bad, she knew they would eventually run dry of munitions and be overtaken. Of course the clone did well to put those fears to rest. To sum it up:o the job and the ride was insured.
The General spoke again this time giving them a, more-or-less, inspiring speech of confidence in the mission -- In them -- and furthered the Commander's assurance that they won't be overwhelmed. All of it was for those who were not ready for death. Tak, too, was not ready for death but when fighting for the sake of the Republic and for the freedom of all who live in it, her death was a small price to pay. Didn't mean she was going to throw herself in the line of fire without armor and a gun in her hands.
"Ready and willing, General." Her hand lifted to her head, saluting the General to affirm her resolve and ready acceptance to the mission.
Caiden listened to the exchange with quiet concentration. When the commander had finished he stepped forward and took one of the comlinks and datapad. Setting the datapad on a nearby bulkhead he pulled a small portable computer from his case at his hip and ran a connector between the two, waited for a confirmation *beep*, then replaced the datapad in the stack and his computer in its case. "Everything sounds good to me, sir. I'm ready when everyone else is."
MAAT sits in the cargo hold surrounded by various clones preparing the ship and themselves. The MAAT is not like other MAATs. This one has been painted black, even the windshield appears to be painted black.
As the group approaches one of the clone commandos, whose armor is highlighted in red, greets the group.
No sooner then everyone was aboard then the ship went to hyperspace. The ships was only in hyperspace for a minute then it was back to real space and above the planet. Once the ship was close enough to the planet the cargo hold opened and the MAAT exited.
The transport glides silently through space, appearing as a black speck to anyone that happens to be observing from one of the Separatist ships. There are long, tense moments that pass as the MAAT passes through the Confederacy blockade, but there is no turbolaser fine flashing after the ship. The ship begins to rattle as it plunges into the atmosphere, seeming to be nothing more than a meteorite burning up on entry.
Once clear of the blockade, the clone pilot begins firing up the dropship's systems to bring it in for a covert landing on the night side of the planet. However, before the pilot has a chance to set a suitable approach vector, the entire ship bucks as it is tossed around by errant wind currents. There is the sound of tearing metal, and alarm klaxons begin to sound throughout the interior of the ship.
The clone pilot starts to issue commands to save the ship and everyone aboard.
