Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20170213053613/@comment-26104528-20170503054932

"Boss, we're low on daylight. Maybe we should look for a place to set up camp?" Nomad asked as he led the way through the alleys, past the artillery position they just found. His eyes were starting to feel heavy, but he knew he had packed a handful of caffiene pills just in case.

"Perhaps. We'll have much more work tomorrow morning." Lucina replied. Checking the map, there was going to be a lot of ground to cover and one group wouldn't be able to do all of it. Not without pulling an all-nighter. There was no doubt that the Banshee, the Tigress, and Swordfish squad could function just fine the next morning even with no sleep, but "just fine" and "optimal" were two different things. With no guaruntee of reinforcements, Lucina didn't want to risk taking casualties just because someone were to mentally check out the next day.

"Estellia, take Asher, Slab, and Hattrick with you. Start scouting towards the City Gate. Onyx and Nomad will come with me. Set up your own camp when you think it's time. " she spoke towards the other half of the squad before taking her half of the team deeper into enemy territory.

"Enemy AA-Nest sighted..." Onyx whispered to the others as he laid eyes on a massive flak cannon sticking out of a warehouse. Wanting to snap a photo, the enourmous artillery piece was starting to retract into the part of the building that still had an intact roof. It seemed the seperatists were trying to keep it hidden from orbital spying.

"Ma'am, are you sure this is safe?" Asher asked as he carefully placed the last of the 2 dozen spike claymores into a milk crate they found lying somewhere in the room.

"You're the demo expert, I think that's your job." Stella replied with a shrug as she unholstered her shotgun to take point.

"I still don't get why Wolfe wants an in-person report..." she grumbled. Onyx had the skill to send encrypted comms. Just say the word, and a full map and report of the seperatist postions would be at the Jedi's fingertips. To her, it was a risk they didn't need to take and time they didn't have to spend.

"Jedi are old-fashioned." Hattrick shrugged, remembering when he had to serve under Pong Krell. To him, it was a miracle that crazy old Besalisk was still alive. An unflexible thinker with a limited playbook, his tactical options seemed to start and end with full-frontal assaults. Even with deep-recon specialists like Swordfish squad, he'd use them like conventional cannon-fodder grunts. He overheard rumors that Krell had been relieved of command on Umbara though. "To play devil's advocate, in-person means it's not a fake from seperatists nor could it have been intercepted. Not without someone knowing."

"Touche." the Tigress replied, peeking around a corner and motioning for her team to freeze as another tank patrol floated past. When she was certain they were out of earshot, she motioned for them to pass. A brisk sprint (power walk for Asher) and a quick check for more mines put them in another burned out building. "Now the question is...will they trust a mandalorian?"