User blog:1hs444/The Heist of Unicorn Hydra VII: Part 4

Part 4

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Part 4
''The day past in what seemed like mere minutes. The Great Fox III was barely put in a standby mode by the time Captain Waits had his entire fireteam assembled. Fox anxiously walked to his Arwing, pulled out a picture of home, and grabbed a large briefcase containing his personalized armor. Finally, he walked to the docking umbilical to greet Commander Verlaine once again on Station #0014.''

Verlaine: "Take good care of yourself out there. If you're in a pinch, you can always flee to #0014. Our station defenses pack a punch, and we can back you up if you need to make a break for it."

Fox: "Good to know. One last thing though."

Verlaine: "And what is that?"

Fox: "I want you to remember that the New Republic is here, trying to fight with us. If you are any better than the Chat, you wouldn't stab them in the back."

Fox turned away, and walked off to the hanger where the Goldeneye was docked."

Waits: "Gentlemen, we're burning daylight!"

?: "Don't touch that!"

?: "Everyone has their complementary subway sandwiches, right?"

?: "I need a bandaid for this arrow to my knee!"

Fox: "When exactly are we getting this show on the road Waits?"

Waits: "Right now, as a matter of fact. I want you to meet the fireteam you'll be leading. PFC's Lance Bishop and Sammie3887, Sergeant RTA fan of the NR, Corporal Ricardo Shillyshally of the Resistance, and most of all, Lieutenant Nova 'Bomb' Ramirez. He's your number 1 when it comes to infiltrations."

Fox: "Nice to meet all of you. I would give some sort of speech, only if I had one to give."

Waits: "No need. You'll get to know them all on the ride there."

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Great. I assume all of you know this, but I am taking control of the situation here, and I have no need, nor want, for oddballs. Alright?"

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Fireteam: "Yes sir!"

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Alright, lets move it out!"

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Verlaine (Comms): Unfortunately, you're going to be in a gunship flying to the surface on this one. Fighters are off the table."

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Fox (comms): "Well, doesn't that just intrigue me?"

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Verlaine (comms): "I was reading up on the file for this mission, and that ultra carrier the Chat is producing... It is massive. Security there is going to be troublesome... so I got you something for your troubles."

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Fox (comms): "Oh, really? And what is that?"

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Verlaine (comms): "A small EMP weapon with a massive blast radius. If placed correctly, it could wipe a bunker head to toe."

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Fox (comms): "Well, thanks. I'll make sure it gets on the Goldeneye."

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Verlaine (comms): "Oh, and one last thing. I am lending you one of my cruisers for this mission, as a distraction."

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Fox (comms): "Droid crew?"

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Verlaine (comms): "Organic crew, but only a skeleton crew."

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Fox (comms): "I will do my best to ensure their survival."

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Verlaine (comms): "I hope you do. They've already taken off, and will rendezvous with you at the marked location a little over a million kilo's from Unicorn Hydra VII, in the asteroid belt."

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Fox (comms): "Alright. I'll come back in one piece too. Out."

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">''The Fireteam, crew, and Captain Waits boarded the Goldeneye, over the next 10 minutes. Just before the team is prepared to latch down the Goldeneye, the squad approaches Fox.''

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Lt. Nova: "Commander, I have my doubts about this mission. What if we, say, get absolutely freaking slaughtered by several million angry chatties?"

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "No lieutenant. You'll be fully briefed on the plan on the way."

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">PFC Bishop: "I've been told that we may have to resort to boarding a Chat warship, and despite briefly serving as a bridge officer, I'm merely a pilot. Am I expected to operate a warship?"

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Maybe, but along with fellow somewhat experienced former bridge crewmember Sammie3887."

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Sgt. RTA: "Regulations restrict the use of inhumane or illegal weaponry and devices under standard protocol. Will this be subject to change?"

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "That depends on what Waits has to say."

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Waits: "I'll take the bullet if you really want to use them.

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Nova: "I am field testing a prototype shield system, and is that alright for the mission?"

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "As long as it doesn't fail on you."

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Waits: "Alright then, are we ready for launch?"

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Yeah, we're all accounted for."

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Waits returns to the bridge of the Goldeneye.

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Waits: "All hands, prepare for departure."

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">The Goldeneye raises off of the hanger bay floor, and slowly glides out of the hangers blast shield.

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Samuels: "Commander, the Goldeneye has exited the bay."

<p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">Verlaine: "Alright. Good luck out there. Verlaine out."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in"> <p style="text-align: CENTER; margin-bottom:0in">The Goldeneye headed a little over a thousand kilo's from Station #0014, and entered a void, leaving the station mostly inactive once again.