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4/30/2021 Gaian Calender; 0344:
A message was recieved from a T'wan Science Corporation (BioWare Firm of Technology) that asked for the assitance of Pallas Corporation in defending and retaking one of their facilities within a smally T'wan valley. Most of the area has been forested by the company, so is now just a simple plain with a small compound in the center. The actual labs, however, are built into the mountains that make the valley.

Pallas will be sending two SWORD fireteams to assist in the capture of the valley, with unlimited assistance from POMMEL units stationed just offshore from the T'wan coast, which isn't far away. The teams will insert via Black Hawk helicopter with numerous supplies at 1100 today.

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What we know about the island is limited. We understand that there is coral around the island, so a naval entry or exit is impossible. Due to this we will deploy via VTOL Airdrop base jump. It is two miles at it's longest, and one on the inner base. The complete center has a small compound, about twenty-feet by twenty-feet, which will have supplies air dropped in. A defensive station will be set up, before an incursion into a nearby caves. We do not know the extense or depth of caves.

Equipment Available: Any available normally, along with provided ground mounted GAU-19s.

Arwenves
Operator
T'wan : | : Umbra
En route to drop zone

Sitting with his head against the interior of the Osprey, Arwenves was restless, Going back to T'wan, I never thought it would be this quickly. He thought to himself as he glanced down at his weapons, his XM-8 DMR was strapped firmly in it slot under his seat, he hadn't had the weapon long but the weight felt good and he knew it was accurate. For this mission Ves had decided to bring his MP-14 SAMPAC, another fairly new weapon to him, but he had spent several days firing it and getting used to exactly how it felt, he was pleased with the purchase; it felt right in his hands. He had left T'wan barely a year ago to explore the world at large, he never thought he'd be returning quite this soon. 'Ves wished there were windows, not seeing what was going on around him always grated on his nerves.

There was always that nervous excitement before a mission started, 'Ves knew he would calm down once he got back on solid ground, but until then he would just have to suffer through it and try not to puke in his helmet.

((OOC: met a girl actually named Arwen last night. it was cool >.<))

edited at 11:35 PM 1/23

Alex Johnson
S.W.O.R.D. Junior Operative
V-22 Osprey- Umbra
skies over T'wan
en route to drop point

Alex sat in the rear of the Osprey, XM8 SAW cradled in his hands. The rifle and attached M320 launcher were unloaded, as was his pistol. He removed a round from his pocket, and pulled back the charging handle on his rifle, then inserted the round into the chamber and closed the charging handle. He then pulled out the C-drum magazine and loaded it into the mag well, then loaded a grenade into the launcher. Finally, he inserted a round into the chamber of his USP, then loaded the magazine. Ensuring the safeties were still engaged, he placed the pistol back in it's holster, and the rifle on his lap.

The pilot had announced they were eight minutes out. Until then, he leaned his head against the wall of the Osprey and closed his eyes.

There were two security teams on board: that meant eight men. They were all equipped similarly, yet differentiated among them, letting them specialize and focus by using weapons they were more familiar with. Ralen enjoyed the flexibility he had by operating with a PMC team that he had under direct control; there were no regulations he had to follow.

Ralen nodded in approval to noone in general, before reaching down and bringing up his own weapons. He loaded, chambered, and charged the XM8, and subsequently shouldered the weapon, before doing the same to his Pancor Jackhammer. He made sure the M5 was ready to fire, before reholstering it, and checking his melee weapons: a footlong, top serrated machete and his family's warclub (the former across his back, while the latter hung from a thong at his hip).

"Alright, men! The back doors gonna' open and we're gonna' rain hell on some bugs. Then we're getting out there and gonna' tear a hole straight to the scientists still on the island. Once they're back on the aircraft, we're holing up. Understood!?" he barked, as he strolled down the aisle, his eyes examining each man. They all took the action differently, but all were preparing or had already prepared their weapons. When he got to the end of the aircraft, he stopped and grabbed a hold of a small hook attached to the interior wall. He held on and prepared to swing out once they got close: this would give him space to fire, as well as opening up the rest of the soldiers to fire without a chance for friendly fire. He assumed that five men would be able to fire: three standing in the middle, and two on each bench, not including himself.

Ooah.

Nathan Slaeh
S.W.O.R.D. Special Agent
PalCorp V-22 Osprey; "Umbra"
Above T'wan

The ex-medic had taken a seat in the far corner of the Osprey, his bent frame slumped within the cargo seat with his XM8 rested across his knees. There was something about this mission that rubbed Nathan the wrong way - not in the usual 'I could probably die' sort of way, but in more so of a 'I don't like what we're fighting' sort of way. Having the rank of special agent, he was a little bit more informed about his enemy than the majority of the others were. They were bugs.

It's not that Nathan was afraid of bugs, it's just that it was an entirely different beast than what he was used to going up against. Humans were beings of habit; of predictability, as the medic had found out. Insects, however, were almost completely unpredictable other than their prime motives - with some insects, the queen's will being the most prominent - and this worried the agent.

With a small shift of his weight he adjusted within his seat, moving his XM8 to rest against the side of his knee. With the director's announcement, his gaze quickly averted. <******** bugs."

POMMEL Senior Operative Johnathan Hawthorne
Osprey Umbra Pilot - T'wan
Hover-hover-hover

After hearing the Director's orders, John looked out ahead: they were almost there. He brought the Osprey down low, then leaned over and flicked the switch to open the back hatch: "Lowering back hatch." he said over the team comm; "Coming down in five... four... three... two... one."

They just made it over the tree line. Time to kill some bugs.