Hangar

[Zuli Madoon]

"The prospect of getting caught in some sniper's cross hairs isn't appealing to any of us.." "A preliminary plan of splitting the force into two groups a long distance from the bridge, and moving up and along the river bank from separate directions. Each group will be split up into fire teams of 5, cover and fire support for the advancing groups around you. That'll limit the amount of fire anyone is subjected to, but of course this plan is up for discussion. We have the option to draw on some armored support to assist us in attacking the bridge too.."



"As for the explosives, I'll personally see to planting the charge on the bridge. I have an idea in mind already for delivery, I'll be splitting off from the main force some time before we reach the bridge.." "Thoughts? Ideas?"

[Joshua Kierra-Solo]

=Trooper Cray Molnar=
"How will we know when you've successfully planted the bombs, sir...?"



=Trooper Cray Molnar=
"Will we need to know to fall back fro the bridge and avoid the blast.. depending on how the battle goes of course?"



=Trooper Cray Molnar=
"Sorry sir..."

[Zuli Madoon]

"No apologies necessary!" "I want none of you to remain close to the bridge.."



"Each firing group will only go close enough to engage the enemy and provide fire support for the nearest other team. Once contact has been made, the enemy's focus will be drawn to either side of the split to make first contact. The other side of the split will then move to engage and draw more attention, splitting their forces.." "When both groups are engaged, I'll make my move on the bridge. The final step for both groups will be to gradually fall back, cover the next fire team and retreat in turn.."



"With each of you playing your part, everybeing will be clear by time I have detonated the charge.."

[Dav Man'Sell]

[Joshua Kierra-Solo]

"Peace, my friend. I'm sure Master Man'Sell wouldn't put us in undue danger."



"We checked the packs ourselves and I'm sure the speeders are in tip top sha..."



"I trust you're familiar with these speeders, miss Lita?"

[Lita Trykk]

*Lita gave Zak Leem a flicker of a glance upon his introduction before her hard crystalized gaze returned to inspecting the pack in her hands, her fine dark brows drawn together as she paid particularly close attention to the power connectors.

It would not be until far later, after this day was said and done, that she would realize how impolite such dismissiveness was; to not even bother to remember the man's name as though she were assuming he would not survive long enough for her to need to. Which of course, she was.

But hard lessons were coming to the unwary Iridonian, and as she would sit with Jago late this evening, and see the way he interacted with and connected to those men and women who flew beside him, Lita would too late regret this moment. This one, and many others like it.

She shouldered the pack and followed behind the others at a measured pace, pulling her cowl low over her eyes to help protect them from the rain that would soon be peltering them.*

"I trust you're familiar with these speeders, miss Lita?"

*Her lip curled, just enough to expose a sharp incisor as she looked over the venerable bikes.*

"...Not as intimately familiar as the Republic Dark Ages were, apparently. I'll take the one that has Carth Onasi's name carved onto it."

*She straddled one of the bikes, powering it on and sparing a glance towards the others.*

"Are we going to talk about it all day or are we going?"

*There was no need to reply. Lita was already turning the speeder about and accelerating into the thick of the rain-ravaged jungle.*

[Jago]

~ " What do you mean 'over an hour'?!"

" Master Pulastra, that's just for the rearming and refueling. There's still the matter of the very sizeable gashes you managed to put into the fusela-"

" Do you seriously think I gave a damn about whether or not she looks pretty? I just need her to fly."

" She won't fly, not without some serious maintenance. The amount of strain you've placed on the engines alone ..."

" Take that up with Dav, I already told him these warbirds can't keep up with me."

" Master, I-"

" Jago."

"- cannot, in all good faith, give this machine back to you."

" Fine. Give me another, then."

" After how you brought back one of the most expensive pieces of tech in this entire building?!"

Jago threw up his hands in frustration and peeled away from the Chief Technician that was trying so desperately to keep the white-haired Jedi from wrecking another fighter, the Bothan actually sighing in relief at having successfully coerced Yavin's resident Jedi Ace from taking to the skies once more. The mechanic took another look at the highly modified StealthX that Jago had brought back to the Hangar a few minutes ago, shaking his head while assessing the damage. The Jedi had come back on fumes, literally nothing left in the tank. The reactor was a mess, power having been forced to so many different systems at irregular intervals that the drain was causing critical feedback loops in the electronic systems. The guns were nearly burnt out, and every last torpedo had been expended. Not to mention the very decent-sized scratches peeling away the frame at the nose.

And to Jago, it still wasn't enough.

He knew where his place lay. It wasn't here, sitting in a ready room or going over strategy or manning comms and assisting wounded, oh no. Much as he hated admitting it, he was a fighter, first-and-foremost. His skillset brought him to war, with words and weapons both, and now he was being robbed of the opportunity to keep helping Yavin IV. There were so many others sacrificing so much more: why was he not allowed to do the same?

He strode away from the maintenance bay, resolving himself to find somewhere else to assist. It's what any of the others would have done, after all. Briefly, his thoughts turned to checking on his room again. Seeing if she was still there ... But he reasoned with himself that by now she was probably outside of the walls herself, and just a bit frustrated by the fact that he had left her without so much as a word. Jago winced a bit at the thought, knowing he should have done something, but also convincing himself that if he had woken her she would have never gotten sleep at all. Rest was something in short supply, lately.

His military boots managed to draw echoes from the stone walls and floors around him, even against the din of preparations for war. A helmet was tucked under his arm, hunter green splashed across his body under the plethora of straps needed to keep the internal life support of his flight suit in place. Even here, within one of the most sacred temples of the Jedi, Jago looked nothing like a holy monk. He looked like a soldier, and a soldier he was prepared to be today.

Jago's gaze caught the sight of a rather tall being addressing a group of others like him. A group of warriors. A small curve came to the side of his mouth as the smaller Jedi approached on hastened feet, overhearing the last of what appeared to be a briefing of some sorts.

" With each of you playing your part, everybeing will be clear by time I have detonated the charge ..."

" Detonate?" Jago asked when he was close enough, moving to Zuli's side as he folded his arms with a wry grin.

" Sounds explosive. I'm in. They grounded me from the air for the time being, but I'm sure there's always enough room for another sword-arm, neh?" ~

[Dav Man'Sell]

The Gran blinked, lids closing rapidly over all three eyes and holding there for just a beat longer than was natural, before opening again, a deep bewilderment settling on him. His eyes all swivelled a little to look first at the Falleen, whose skin hues were like a neon-sign conveying his own feelings, at least to the Gran's eyes, and then to Master Man'Sell, who was usually quite the opposite to Master Gannor's, a stoic and carefully selected exterior that gave very little of his internal emotions away. This time, however, he did catch the wry smile, subtle as it was, from the Jedi Master.

=Zak Leem=
"She's... uh... enthusiastic."

Dav nodded knowingly, the wry smile still there as he swung his leg over his own bike.

"Yeah, she is."

Dav's bike roared to life itself, and within a beat, he'd pushed the throttle up to full, and departed after her, leaving the other two Jedi stood by their own bikes in his wake. Zak's eyes returned to Chalco.

=Zak Leem=
"Perhaps we should catch up?"

[Joshua Kierra-Solo]

"If we must."

[Dav Man'Sell]

Zak followed suit, clambering onto his own bike, and beginning the start-up sequence on the panel before him. His hands reached for the handlebars, and he was surprised to discover something hanging from the left hand one, which he collected from it with curiosity.

It was a pair of goggles.

He lifted them up, untangling them before his face, and then examining them.

Humanoid goggles. For beings with two eyes.

Letting out a sigh of his own, he tossed them over his shoulder, leant forward over his bike, and gunned the engines to life. With one final glance around at the heaving hangar, he said a mental 'goodbye for now' to the bay, and, setting his sights on the rain-soaked forest beyond the gaping chasm of the open hangar doors, threw the throttle up to full, and darted after the other Jedi.