TRP/PTE Liandri Lunac'her'inar/Vindictive/Vendetta/4/LCF Excelsior =S= =SN1=
Cherin wandered down to the briefing room from her quarters. She'd gotten the commlink call for her briefing while she was down at the range, and had had to stop shooting, take her brand new Korikar Dh-112 Sniper Rifle to her room, and head to the briefing room from there. She sat down in the briefing room and listened carefully to the mission briefing...
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Moments later, in the shuttle, she got used to wearing two body socks under her armour. She'd chosen not to wear the snow trooper armour, as she found it awkward and cumbersome for shooting in. Snow trooper armour would keep her warm, but she wouldn't be able to shoot accurately. Two body socks would keep her warm, and make moving only a little bit more difficult. She continued reading and re-reading her mission briefing as the shuttle took her to Hoth, and thought through her various options, following the five Ps - 'Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance'.
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As the shuttle touched down, Cherin loaded a new magazine into her rifle, cocked the rifle, and asked the shuttle pilot to provide a scan of the local area to check for signs of her target and her soldier bodyguards. The pilot confirmed that they were alone on the ice planet, for now, other than the natural fauna on the planet. Cherin picked up her Korikar Dh-112 and traipsed down the shuttle ramp. She shivered. A blizzard was raging. To get out of the elements, and into a protected area, she tabbed the 1km to the now abandoned Echo base. As she ran, she passed the remains of fallen AT-STs and AT-ATs, now covered in snow, looking pitifully forlorn, a broken symbol of the Empire's strength and glory.
After reaching the crumbling and dilapidated remains of Echo base, Cherin slowed her pace. All around her were old boxes of equipment, frozen solid by the sub-zero temperatures of this barren ice-planet. There was a lot of fresh snow on the floor of the hangar. Cherin dropped down onto her stomach, and crawled, deciding it looked less obvious than a set of footprints would look. Somehow, the panic of the Rebels hung around in the atmosphere of the hangar, and the might of the Empire remained. Cherin cautiously crept among the crates and kit boxes, not wishing to walk right into a wampa. She made her way carefully to the entrance to the main part of the base.
When she reached the entrance, Cherin got to her feet once more. She looked behind her, and then at the doorway. According to information, this was the only way into the base now, so Cherin decided to place an Anti-Personnel mine at the doorway. Once it was set, she crept stealthily onwards. She was under comm silence now until she could announce 'Target Eliminated'. The shuttle was now orbiting the planet, powered down, hard to spot with passive scanners. Slowly, she made her way to the main control room. 'Now... if I were a Rebel, and my first forward scout had been blown to smithereens by an Anti-Personnel mine... would I nominate another forward scout?' she asked herself in her head. 'Yes... I would... in case there were more mines. If I were that important to a mission, my dying would not be an option... as it is now...' She placed another mine in the entrance to the passage that led to the command centre of the Rebel base. 'That should take out the next soldier, leaving only Treedo. And if the shuttle pilot did come... somehow I'm going to need to eliminate them both. And quickly.' she told herself in her mind. 'Now, somewhere to wait...' Walking onwards, past the command centre, she came to a collapsed section of tunnel. Snow and ice were piled up in the corridor. She stopped, and looked at how far it was to the command centre, and checked how clear a path her round would have. It was a straight corridor, and it was easily in range. 'Here...' she grinned. During the planning stage, she'd decided that somehow she'd have to cover anything black once she was in her snipers roost. And she'd decided to take some white cloth with her to help her.
She eased herself down into the snow, and lay so that her rifle was naturally pointing down the corridor. She then dug her elbows into the snow, so that she could easily stay in her position. And carefully, she unwrapped the spare cloth from around the barrel of her rifle. She'd tied white material all over it while she'd been in the shuttle. The material was actually cleaning cloths and the like from the shuttle, but it was good, improvised camouflage. Carefully, she draped the piece of material over the peak above her visor, and over her scopes, keeping the end of the scope clear. Then she settled down for a long wait...
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Hours later, the first mine detonated, sending echoes shattering throughout the tunnels. Cherin awoke from her world of silence, and instantly became more alert, the adrenaline starting to race through her bloodstream. She carefully gazed down the scope, and started to enter her world of perfect tranquillity, until the shot was fired, everything else may as well not happen. She was in her world now. Her world of silence... her world of readiness... time almost ceased to exist... a flicker of movement in her scopes. No doubt one of the soldier bodyguards. And then an almost deafening explosion, as the second mine detonated. A frightened scream from her Rodian target... and then calm again...
Treedo edged towards the command centre, still determined to finish her mission, despite the loss of some of her comrades. And Liandri Lunac'her'inar waited, patiently, silently. She watched Treedo enter the command centre. And waited, her heart thudding heavily in her chest...
Ten minutes later, Treedo emerged once more... and Cherin's shot rang out, echoing in the tunnels, sounding as though it had not been one shot, but several hundred that were fired. Cherin watched her target crumple, the blood spurting from the back of Treedo's head, a gaping hole now etched into the skin and bone... Cherin followed through with the shot, and then allowed herself to relax. All that remained was to collect the information, and call for her shuttle. She stayed there for an hour longer, making sure no one else was going to come running. And when she was satisfied that no one would come to Treedo's rescue, she got up stiffly out of her snipers roost. She'd been laying there all day... her chrono now read 16:00 Coruscant Standard Time... and she'd been there since 08:00 Coruscant Standard Time. She crept, stiff legged, over to Treedo, and furrowed through Treedo's pocket for the data card with the information. She snatched a few extra too, figuring that they'd be good for intel to study. And then, calmly, she spoke 'Target Eliminated' and waited for her ride home to arrive once more.
Cherin wandered down to the briefing room from her quarters. She'd gotten the commlink call for her briefing while she was down at the range, and had had to stop shooting, take her brand new Korikar Dh-112 Sniper Rifle to her room, and head to the briefing room from there. She sat down in the briefing room and listened carefully to the mission briefing...
* * * * * * * * * * *
Moments later, in the shuttle, she got used to wearing two body socks under her armour. She'd chosen not to wear the snow trooper armour, as she found it awkward and cumbersome for shooting in. Snow trooper armour would keep her warm, but she wouldn't be able to shoot accurately. Two body socks would keep her warm, and make moving only a little bit more difficult. She continued reading and re-reading her mission briefing as the shuttle took her to Hoth, and thought through her various options, following the five Ps - 'Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance'.
* * * * * * * * * * *
As the shuttle touched down, Cherin loaded a new magazine into her rifle, cocked the rifle, and asked the shuttle pilot to provide a scan of the local area to check for signs of her target and her soldier bodyguards. The pilot confirmed that they were alone on the ice planet, for now, other than the natural fauna on the planet. Cherin picked up her Korikar Dh-112 and traipsed down the shuttle ramp. She shivered. A blizzard was raging. To get out of the elements, and into a protected area, she tabbed the 1km to the now abandoned Echo base. As she ran, she passed the remains of fallen AT-STs and AT-ATs, now covered in snow, looking pitifully forlorn, a broken symbol of the Empire's strength and glory.
After reaching the crumbling and dilapidated remains of Echo base, Cherin slowed her pace. All around her were old boxes of equipment, frozen solid by the sub-zero temperatures of this barren ice-planet. There was a lot of fresh snow on the floor of the hangar. Cherin dropped down onto her stomach, and crawled, deciding it looked less obvious than a set of footprints would look. Somehow, the panic of the Rebels hung around in the atmosphere of the hangar, and the might of the Empire remained. Cherin cautiously crept among the crates and kit boxes, not wishing to walk right into a wampa. She made her way carefully to the entrance to the main part of the base.
When she reached the entrance, Cherin got to her feet once more. She looked behind her, and then at the doorway. According to information, this was the only way into the base now, so Cherin decided to place an Anti-Personnel mine at the doorway. Once it was set, she crept stealthily onwards. She was under comm silence now until she could announce 'Target Eliminated'. The shuttle was now orbiting the planet, powered down, hard to spot with passive scanners. Slowly, she made her way to the main control room. 'Now... if I were a Rebel, and my first forward scout had been blown to smithereens by an Anti-Personnel mine... would I nominate another forward scout?' she asked herself in her head. 'Yes... I would... in case there were more mines. If I were that important to a mission, my dying would not be an option... as it is now...' She placed another mine in the entrance to the passage that led to the command centre of the Rebel base. 'That should take out the next soldier, leaving only Treedo. And if the shuttle pilot did come... somehow I'm going to need to eliminate them both. And quickly.' she told herself in her mind. 'Now, somewhere to wait...' Walking onwards, past the command centre, she came to a collapsed section of tunnel. Snow and ice were piled up in the corridor. She stopped, and looked at how far it was to the command centre, and checked how clear a path her round would have. It was a straight corridor, and it was easily in range. 'Here...' she grinned. During the planning stage, she'd decided that somehow she'd have to cover anything black once she was in her snipers roost. And she'd decided to take some white cloth with her to help her.
She eased herself down into the snow, and lay so that her rifle was naturally pointing down the corridor. She then dug her elbows into the snow, so that she could easily stay in her position. And carefully, she unwrapped the spare cloth from around the barrel of her rifle. She'd tied white material all over it while she'd been in the shuttle. The material was actually cleaning cloths and the like from the shuttle, but it was good, improvised camouflage. Carefully, she draped the piece of material over the peak above her visor, and over her scopes, keeping the end of the scope clear. Then she settled down for a long wait...
* * * * * * * * * * *
Hours later, the first mine detonated, sending echoes shattering throughout the tunnels. Cherin awoke from her world of silence, and instantly became more alert, the adrenaline starting to race through her bloodstream. She carefully gazed down the scope, and started to enter her world of perfect tranquillity, until the shot was fired, everything else may as well not happen. She was in her world now. Her world of silence... her world of readiness... time almost ceased to exist... a flicker of movement in her scopes. No doubt one of the soldier bodyguards. And then an almost deafening explosion, as the second mine detonated. A frightened scream from her Rodian target... and then calm again...
Treedo edged towards the command centre, still determined to finish her mission, despite the loss of some of her comrades. And Liandri Lunac'her'inar waited, patiently, silently. She watched Treedo enter the command centre. And waited, her heart thudding heavily in her chest...
Ten minutes later, Treedo emerged once more... and Cherin's shot rang out, echoing in the tunnels, sounding as though it had not been one shot, but several hundred that were fired. Cherin watched her target crumple, the blood spurting from the back of Treedo's head, a gaping hole now etched into the skin and bone... Cherin followed through with the shot, and then allowed herself to relax. All that remained was to collect the information, and call for her shuttle. She stayed there for an hour longer, making sure no one else was going to come running. And when she was satisfied that no one would come to Treedo's rescue, she got up stiffly out of her snipers roost. She'd been laying there all day... her chrono now read 16:00 Coruscant Standard Time... and she'd been there since 08:00 Coruscant Standard Time. She crept, stiff legged, over to Treedo, and furrowed through Treedo's pocket for the data card with the information. She snatched a few extra too, figuring that they'd be good for intel to study. And then, calmly, she spoke 'Target Eliminated' and waited for her ride home to arrive once more.