- OOC:
- Hell, why not? Count me in. If you could send me any info on how the story will go, that would help a lot, cause the list of stuff in your first post... Way too many possibilities. Plus I have no idea if this is for the Mandalorians or Empire...
The descent from orbit was something entirely new for Zorgn. He'd trained for such things, yes, but doing a hot drop into a war zone... It really separates the mindless bullet-shields from the soldiers.
The heat from entry was incredible. Nothing he'd ever felt before compared. Even with his suit's cooling system at full blast, he felt he was in a furnace being baked to death. Idly, he wished for his AV series scout armor. It was better suited for space, though probably not so good for combat as his current commando armor.
The leader on this fool's crusade called in requesting status reports. Zorgn replied back that he was there. He'd rather have said something cool, impressive, but not too arrogant. If he wasn't sitting on a huge droid plummeting into a hostile atmosphere, he would have, guaranteed. Other things held his attention at the moment better than the lack of awesome greetings. The concealed air defense towers had spotted them and began their firing.
Fire above and below, and damnation to stay still. Typical. Bring it.