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the things that you might like don't grow inside of me
As much as he understood it necessary, Votan was not particularly pleased by the situation he'd been dealt.
It went without saying that he and his kind were outsiders within this galaxy. The Sangheili were a long way from home, further than they'd ever been. Far enough for the accomplishments made during the Kromus War twenty years previous, staggering as they were at the time and only made possible by the combined efforts of both his kind and Terran, to pale in comparison. As impressive as developing FTL fast enough to reach a satellite galaxy in mere days or weeks was... this was another galaxy. Were the worst to happen there would be no help to come for them, as even Galaxy Railways was only still finding a foothold - the kind of foothold that the Sangheili desperately needed if they hoped to have any presence and any hope of pursuing whatever agendas the Arbiter or the Clans deemed worthwhile within that region of space. And it was true that because of such isolation their numbers were limited, far too much for them to scour the supposedly lawless frontier regions that the local humans and their native competitors were quibbling over - to find the few habitable worlds they neither knew nor cared about, such numbers being thinned even further still by the stringent restrictions the Citadel Council had placed on which planets could even be considered for colonization. It created a situation where most of the worlds within easy reach had been claimed, even if not colonized, and put anyone looking to lay claim to a world in a race against time where the only safe assumption was that competing parties had a head start.
Votan knew all of this. He understood the difficulties involved, but that did not mean he had to like the solution proposed by the Fleet Master in command of the expedition and the negotiations with the Council. That said... he also knew his place, and thus he swallowed whatever complaints he might have had about the cargo and deployment bays now inhabited by this galaxy's natives, even if under heavy guard.
Vagabonds, mercenaries, the most of them. Not to be trusted any further than their payment, if that. Only a fair few were actual explorers by profession, and most of those had remained aboard their own vessels that were either in the Call to Law's cavernous hangers or attached to the outer hull. The latter, while a nuisance, understood their place and seemed content to remain quiet, more interested in the unique opportunities for discovery that the expedition presented them. The mercenaries, on the other hand... already the Sangheili guarding them had been forced to intercede before fights could break out, typically between the larger natives that referred to themselves as Krogan. They weren't always the agitators but such conflicts often seemed to center around either them or tensions between the humans and Turians onboard, sometimes all three - after after merely a day of transit Votan was already anxious to have them off his ship.
No sooner had that thought occurred to him the jet black void of slipspace projected over the bridge's internal holographic displays would flash a blinding blue white before giving way to the star pricked tapestry of "real" space - and far closer than that the world they sought.
"Shipmaster 'Ladom?"
"The word is given. Move us into low orbit, instruct our two escorts to begin their sweep of local space. Survey ships are not to detach from our hull until they're done. In the meantime our Seraph wings are to rotate patrols and be prepared for rapid response." Votan said, his posture straightening before the holographic representation of the world before them as the various members of the bridge crew made themselves quick to task. Simply named "Leat" within the Citadel star maps, the world was known to most of their associated governments... if so obscure to be unworthy of noticed. Out in the middle of "no man's land" when the sheer distance between it and the nearest mass relay was taken into account on top of the planet's proximity to the Terminus Systems, almost bordering the edge of where the Attican Traverse gave way to the anarchist collection of pirate bands and affiliated mercenaries... it was little wonder why no one wanted the place, and that wasn't even taking into account the world itself. Roughly the same size and mass as his own homeworld, even Sanghelios was more hospitable. With a perfectly circular orbit the planet's only temperature variation came from its day/night cycle, that on its own nearly double his homeworld's of roughly 30 human hours. With only 3% of its surface covered in water and blisteringly hot by the standards of most... life could survive there, but it would be difficult for those not acclimated to such conditions.
Even for his people it would not be ideal, but beggars could not be choosers. With the nigh imperceptible sounds of distant thuds making themselves known as the comparatively tiny survey craft began detaching and launching from the three kilometer long DDS heavy carrier, Votan would finally look away from the display featuring the desert world to glance back over his shoulder to one of the security officers at the back of the room.
"Those onboard are cleared for landings, at the discretion of the survey ships in orbit. They're to prioritize the more habitable zones on the surface. See to it personally that they're escorted to the Phantoms, I will not tolerate further incidents."
Dipping his head, the white and red armored Sangheili would turn to leave the room, leaving Votan to once again stand and watch as the survey proceedings began. Even with this many ships... it would be days at the least, and that was a long time to keep an active patrol presence in even so small a space as this.
Clearly armed and attentive, Sangheili would stand present around the edges of the hanger as the mercenaries taken aboard from the more populated regions of Citadel space were herded into the hanger and directed towards their assigned transports for departure. As Phantoms were loaded up the dropships would be quick to back away from the loading platforms before flitting out through the atmosphere containing barriers and down to the planet below - and before long, one last group remained, the individuals left on the platform being waved into the lowered side doors of the final crimson Phantom hugging the edge of the raised surface.
Post by Titan, The Dragon on Mar 26, 2021 18:35:52 GMT
"Erza. Kinz. Come!" Titan ordered, the Krogan's voice echoing through the hangar even when he spoke softly, the Two Varren grunting and Hissing as they made their way over and followed their master into the Phantom, jaws snapping and talons clicking on the ground, mixing with the hefty thumps of the Krogan's boots.
The Krogan moved fast for his size, making sure to take a spot behind the first few rows of mercenaries, a click following as he made sure that both Varren remained sitting at his sides. To anyone, without experience, this just seemed like a preference, but the morbid truth was as clear as day to anyone worth their salt. He was using the Two rows of mercenaries in front of him as meat shields, if the Phantom opened and gunfire started, the ones near the front at the ramp would be shredded, but give him enough time to deploy his shield and save himself and anyone behind him, including the pilots.
This was the moment to check all his gear was ready, it would be the Fifth check but he wanted to make sure it was all in good condition. "Kinetic Barriers? Charged… armor plates? Secured. Weapons? Loaded to the peak. Heavy Weaponry? Working. Blades have all been sharpened…Omni-Tool is in proper order…" An entire checklist sped past as he thought to himself, eyes examining his weapons, fingers pressing and making sure everything was in order, his eyes landing on his wrist, fingers tapping as an orange light followed as he checked that his Omni-Tool's fabrication technology was fully stocked up to make weapons for melee combat if needed. He looked down at his Varren next, eyes taking in their features for a few moments. "Healthy. Well-fed. Calm. Erza seems bloodthirsty as always, Kinz is scouting out the others to see who he wants to eat if they die…" Titan checked off inside his mind, but to anyone else, it would have been hard to even notice such small details, such tiny things that seemed to hold no meaning unless you trained these beasts as he did. Erza simply seemed like she was clicking and snapping her teeth, jaws ready to close on foes, the Black and red striped Varren letting out a hiss every few moments, while Kinz was seemingly just looking around in innocence, calculating eyes moving across the room, the Black and Grey mottled Hound seemingly pausing his search on the smaller and weaker mercenaries.
Titan simply snorted, shaking his head as he prepared his Shield for combat. The Item was secured to his forearm tightly, prepared to extend even further that it seemingly felt possible, but it would if he needed to become cover for his allies today. The switch had been flipped, combat was possible, a mission had been started, and was now in progress. Aggression was expected and even possible. Those blank orange eyes sharpened, teeth clenched as his brain fully activated it seemed.
the things that you might like don't grow inside of me
The flight down would be largely a quiet one. The muted hum of the Phantom's engines aside, the artificial gravity onboard and inertial dampeners would make for a fairly smooth ride, and aside from the occasional mutters and murmurs of the mercenaries aboard there would be surprisingly little speaking as the dropship descended into the atmosphere of the world below. Only two individuals aboard the ship would be Sangheili, the same species that had arranged for the job in the first place - the crimson armored pilot, and another that stood behind him, leaning down into the cockpit with a four fingered hand on the pilot's seat and golden, reptilian eyes scanning over the holographic displays. The second of the two would be distinct, sporting far different armor than all those that the mercenaries had seen up to that point. While the armor itself looked all but identical to the others the coloration itself was completely different, devoid of the red and crimson and sporting only a gleaming white in its place that would cast off reflections of the dropship's interior lighting. After a handful of minutes had gone by the white armored Sangheili would finally step away from his place peering over the pilot's shoulder to look back at the individuals crowding the Phantom's interior behind him.
Humans, mostly. But not those he'd had the pleasure of working with before, and these were different in a number of ways. Almost enough to be considered a different subspecies as the Kig-yar were just based off history alone, and that was to say nothing of the others that occupied the hold. A handful of local species native to the galaxy itself, and as far as the Evocatus was concerned... untested, unproven. An attitude similar to that they held towards humanity, but in the Ultra's eyes they were all the same. Still, the fact that they had bothered to take up arms and answer the call was enough for now as he turned to address them, a deep, iron hardened voice filling the Phantom's interior as he started to speak.
"To those present - you are here for one reason and one reason only. You were promised payment in exchange for services, as was everyone else. Your job is not to survey but to protect those who are. Fighting is not expected on the surface, nor are you to go looking for it. Keep to the assigned teams, keep them safe. Are we clear?"
Post by Valerian Al'Aetherum on Apr 7, 2021 10:35:24 GMT
The trip was boring, long, but the occasional witnessed scuffle had provided a little insight to local mentalities and pugilism. Most of the time, he stayed on his ship or drilled with his blade in one of the more open areas where the mercs were permitted, it had been some time since the edge last met a foe and he had to work a little rust off. Valerian was not a scientist, but he hoped to be able to learn something from this mission, curiosity was growing as he saw more of this new galaxy. He also hoped to get a chance to scope out the local mercenaries and see them in action.
When the order came, he would launch his ship and escort one of the many Phantoms to the surface, the Raptor would land and disgorge the obsidian and emerald mando as he waited for the mercs to disembark from their vessel.
"I will be providing overwatch and air support from the vessel behind me, tune into the 145.5 MHz frequency for updates and to request fire if necessary. If a surveyor would like to ride with, they can get a bird's eye view and air conditioning."
Shifting the shield on his back, he'd glance up at the blistering sun and desolate terrain, glad for the climate control suite included in his armour and ship, this world certainly wouldn't be habitable by his standards, but the Sangheili were far more thermophilic than he.
Post by Titan, The Dragon on Apr 17, 2021 19:33:43 GMT
The Krogan remained silent as he silently watched all the mercenaries chatter and conversed with each other. Weaklings, half them were weaklings by his standards, if he had to calculate it now he predicted the death of at least 40% of the mercenaries that came with him in this ship if a proper firefight started, such numbers made him sick, his teeth clenching in annoyance as he counted out the weak links of this group. Disgusting, it was disgusting seeing such weakness on a mission that was so important.
Greed was a deadly instrument, it dragged powerful warriors out to join a fight, but also brought out weak warriors into the fray, glory hounds to chase their next pay, and currently, he wasn't impressed at all with those he would be working with. He paused for a moment in his harsh mental critiquing when the White armored saurian entered the room, his hard voice making the Tube Born's neurons spark and activate, a single thing filling his mind. 'Commander/Commanding Officer'. That's all this Sangheili radiated, pure power and commanding words. Finally, someone that was worth his time, some who could actually give orders or take control of this sorry excuse of a fighting force!
Titan took a few steps forward, gently placing a hand on the shoulders of those in front of him to slowly move them out of his way, a calm grunt of thanks leaving his throat every time they complied. Before finally, he stood before this 'Ultra' so to speak. A soft rumble leaving his throat. "Forgive my Interruption, Warrior. But as a soldier I wish to know your ranking, I wish to know whose orders I am meant to follow. Are you to be our Commanding Officer in this mission?" he asked out with a deep rumble, his orange-yellow eyes locking with the similarly colored eyes of the Ultra.
To anyone else, this was simply a Krogan seeing if a commander was worth following, but to a soldier, it was a question, not some dumb choice of words of a mindless brute. Titan stood tall, arms behind his back respectfully, his eyes making contact with the Ultra, but his head never turned down in signs of disrespect, his body was straight and all his attention remained on this Elite warrior of a foreign race. These were not the words and stance of a brute, but of a Soldier who was trained and molded since birth and creation to follow the orders of a Battle Master or some form of commander. While yes he was capable of leading with ease, he always preferred following others.
the things that you might like don't grow inside of me
Dozens of other vessels that had been ferried through slipspace by the 3,000 meter carrier in high orbit would begin to disperse along lower flight paths - the vast majority of them scientific vessels and privateers with heavy, clearly aftermarket scanning equipment that would begin to make passes over the arid world beneath them. Data was what they were after, and data was what they would be paid for - as well as their silence and confidentiality, the constant reminders of the agreement present as dozens more teardrop shaped fightercraft launched from the Sangheili carrier to begin running patrol routes within the local space and flying as protective escorts for the civilian and mercenary ships.
Among the first wave of transports to break through the planet's atmosphere and touch down on the desert world, the Phantoms that Valerian followed down would move at a relatively leisurely pace by comparison. Whilst the orbiting vessels would be performing the bulk of the work in surveying the world the ground teams would serve an equally important purpose - confirming the planet's viability in supporting life, and confirming the scans and finds of the vessels orbiting above. Dropping down to only a few hundred meters above the largest of the planet's small inland seas, an area only starting to enter the daylight side of the planet's rotational cycle, the flight of three Phantoms would only begin to split off from each other as the edge of the sea came into view. Making for land, the Phantom that the Mandalorian was following would continue along from its center position on a straight flight path. Gradually slowing down as it approached the beach, the dropship would come to a complete stop roughly a quarter of a kilometer inland before the gravity lift on the bottom would light up to begin lowering its occupants to the sandy surface below - notably without touching down, automated turrets on the outside of the craft on alert and scanning the surrounding terrain for potential threats.
As Valerian's ship touched down, landing gear quickly sinking into the soft sand before finally slowing to a stop as the granules compressed into virtual sandstone beneath the craft's weight, many of the disembarked passengers from the Phantom ahead of the Mandalorian ship would pause to look back at the landing vessel. Whilst the Turians, occasional Krogan and the handful of Sangheili leading the ground team seemed perfectly comfortable and at home in the desert heat and nearby ocean's high humidity, many of the human civilians in the small crowd would look sorely tempted by the offer - right until a bark from the sole crimson armored Sangheili brought their attention back to task. Glancing away from his charges and back towards the Mandalorian standing just outside of his ship, Valerian's radio channel would crackle to life as the saurian's four mandibles began moving.
"The offer is appreciated but unnecessary. They are needed down here. This channel will be monitored and utilized should we required assistance - until then we ask that you continue to remain on station and assist our Phantoms in protecting our ground teams."
Despite the variety of beings crammed into the Phantom's troop bay only one response was given to the white armored Sangheili's query - a staggered chorus of "yeses" and other affirmative responses, something which earned only an approving grunt from the saurian as he started to turn and make his way forward to the cockpit and the pilot within it. In almost the same moment he began to move, though, another being towards the back of the compartment would stir as well. Massive, and while not all too much taller than the Sangheili himself the Krogan's overall bulk added considerably to the creature's mass. Nevertheless, not a hint of intimidation was present as the slightly shorter saurian turned to face the approaching Krogan, not an inch of ground given as his own golden hues eyes matched the other's gaze as a question was spoken. For a moment the Sangheili would remain silent, briefly regarding the Krogan before speaking himself.
"Evocatus 'Chavai. And until we receive orders from the Shipmaster, yes." Question answered, 'Chavai would begin moving towards the cockpit again, ducking down and leaning forward to confer with the other Sangheili for several seconds before standing upright and looking back to the troop bay again as what little turbulence the craft had experienced during planetfall began to dissipate.
"Ready your gear, we're approaching the drop point. The safety of civilians and specialists take priority."
Post by Valerian Al'Aetherum on Aug 11, 2021 13:44:34 GMT
With a nod Valerian would return to his gunship, wrinkling his nose in disapproval at how far the landing gear had sunk into the sand, this world was definitely not to his liking.
The great metal beast would again roar to life, blasting sand away from it as it's thrusters lifted it up and out. Her pilot would bring them into a relatively high circle above the ground team as he began scanning for any potential threats on the radar and visuals, thermal wouldn't be very useful in this sun but that may change depending on how long they stay out here.
Taking a moment to lean back and relax as the computers did their thing, Valerian figured that this job would be quite uneventful, he would like to have a bit more action but this wasn't a military operation. He mentally crossed his fingers for a small group of pirates or something, enough for him to fire that beautiful cannon a couple times but not enough to actually cause trouble for the civies.
Post by Titan, The Dragon on Sept 6, 2021 14:02:32 GMT
"Very well Commander 'Chavai. I will do well to remember." Titan nodded with his response shifting back to fill his central role amongst the other mercenaries. The tube-born's mind raced as he calculated the risks and possible tactical plans and advantages the terrain would give, his hands sliding down to gently pet at Erza & Kinz' heads, before sliding away and clasping at his weapon once more.
The order echoed, his Kinetic barriers flared to life as he prepared to activate his shield if necessary. Bloodlust brimmed and built behind the surface of calm indifference, a Dam of power and adrenaline waiting for use as his veins slowly pulsed and throbbed to the beat of his powerful circulatory system, Twin hearts beating with the thrum of war drums.
War Drums? The thought made him chuckle softly to himself. His hearts were not the drums or booming bass of a war symphony.
No. They were the Twin Engines of a walking siege engine, a beast of war, whose hefty stomps would crush the opposition.
His Claymore's pump echoed as he primed it, heat flourishing within his core. He was a God. Damn. Titan
the things that you might like don't grow inside of me
Silence would fall over the dimly lit troop bay for the remainder of the flight, punctuated only by the occasional cough or grumble of the soldiers and mercenaries packed inside of it or the rattle of metal and gear when the occasional bout of turbulence shook the craft. Breaking into the lower atmosphere, smaller portions of the Phantom's expansive side doors would fold down and open as they entered breathable atmosphere, blindingly bright yellow sunlight flooding the Phantom's interior and overpowering the internal lighting even with only the small amount allowed in. Roughly a minute later another ship would fall in line alongside the dropship, visible through the small portals - significantly bigger and of civilian design, native to the Triangulum region in its make. A moment later it would power ahead, the air around it shuddering as the ship tore past and the Phantom fell in behind it.
Another handful of minutes later the Phantom could be felt rapidly descending despite the inertial dampeners, shedding speed as it went. The white armored Sangheili that had been lurking near the pilot's station at the front of the troop bay would duck his head in over the pilot's shoulder again for another minute or two before the craft could be felt coming to a halt, a circle on the floor that many had been instructed to stand clear of irising open to flood the ship's interior with orange light reflected from the sands below.
"This is where we leave you. Warriors, disembark. We will continue to monitor from above and inform you if the situation changes."
Many of the mercenaries didn't need to be told twice, although most hesitated with the lack of a physical platform to lower them - until one brave souls took a breath, tensed up and stepped into the nothing above the hole in the floor, "falling" to the desert sands with a loud whoop. On seeing him land safely, boots sinking into the soft surface before quickly moving to clear the space, others would start to step after him and into the gravity lift.
Post by Titan, The Dragon on Sept 2, 2022 23:33:55 GMT
Emotions that rarely filled him flared, his 'Switch' Flipping fully, pupils widened, then narrowed, then repeated so for a few seconds as hormones and chemicals in his brain began to flush through his system in a wave of calm.
"Erza. Kinz. Come" The words left his jaws smoothly, lips pursed firmly as he took his first few steps, the Two Varren instantly jumping up and latching onto the special handles pieces to his armor. Good training really, he was proud of them.
His boots met the ground soon after the first wave of Mercenaries, his large form instantly checking in all directions, the compressed shield on his forearm acting as a brace for his Claymore, both Varrens dropping and sniffing around the world with soft hisses and snaps.
The Red form of Erza moved out slowly, like clockwork, her training kicking in as she sniffed and stalked around the Drop Zone, acting as a scout as her Mate and counterpart quickly followed. Kinz's black grey skin was streak as he bounced back and forth, a hyperactive facade, a joyful bound that was the Varren's way of searching for threats.
"Titan boots on the ground. LZ search and examination in progress. Over." he spoke smoothly over his Helmet's headset, taking a few steps forward, eyes never leaving his Radar, before flickering down to make sure the ground wasn't trapped.
Post by Valerian Al'Aetherum on Sept 12, 2022 1:50:54 GMT
The M.S.S. Raptor would lift up a couple hundred meters as it's pilot sought a suitable view of the terrain. Valerian would flick several switches, turning on the radar and other standard sensors along with the laser cooling systems and capacitors, his job was to watch over the other mercs so that's what he'd do. Eyes on the readouts, he set the autopilot to maintain altitude and keep above the surveyor group. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to fire a single shot, this ungodly rock shouldn't've been claimed by any bandits or the like, who but the thermophiles would want to live here? Leaning back a little in his nice and cool seat, He waited for any sort of alerts or calls to come in, still with one eye on the sensors. Woe be to any poor brigands that chose to squat on this rock, Val's clients were packing a lot of firepower.
