The loose sand surrounding the airbase gave way to woods about three clicks out. As the local star started to find its way toward the horizon, the chirping of insects took the place of the quieting birds. They had scant to go on, except the direction of the next base, courtesy of an unsent distress message. Which just so conveniently happened to be a few more clicks through the woods to the west.
The tension within the group was palpable. The mission drew them together, but differences in their orthodoxy, in their very adherence to the code were divisive on a good day. With blood on their hands and few leads, today was not a good day.
Dull roaring from the transport far overhead picked up on their audio scanners, a comm channel opening between them and their ride. “Are we coming in to drop these …err…animals off?” His voice was stilted, and it was hard to tell if it was the crackle of radio interference or his unusual accent. Either way, a decision was to be made. Several, in fact.
“It won’t take long for them to notice this base as gone silent, we need to move and move now” Quentin says as spins into the direction of the woods in the distance, within moments he went from a walk to a brisk run letting the force fuel his movements as his cloak flows behind him.
A Low Orbit jump was for sure no place for an Arx Wolf to enter the fray. Now that the initial base was captured and the shuttle could make a safe landing Korvis keyed his comm unit.
“Initial landing zone is clear. Feel free to drop the fur missiles off.” Korvis responded. It would be good to have Scout by his side again. Perhaps he could be used in finding the second encampment. At any rate he would enjoy watching the Arx Wolf in action and have someone to watch his back if necessary. Muz said no witnesses and knowing him the little that he did no witnesses could mean them as well.
Before entering the tree line Quentin stops and looks back toward where he left the mandalorians, seeing the shuttle coming in for a landing at the outpost. “Must be retrieving their pets, lets hope they can catch up” he comments to himself, he turns back toward the woods and begins moving again thinking if they not retrieving pets and plan another drop good for them just means he will have to move faster if thst is the case, for he was all done with parachutes for today!
Zxyl Bes'uliik didn’t bother waiting for the others before leaving the facility after his verbal tussle with the Vizslan Hector Von Ricmore; not even the shuttle making its landing to drop off the “fur missiles”. Though the others had caught up with him at the edge of the woods, the Regent of the Brotherhood had chosen to keep pressing on, beginning to trudge through the brush and trees in search of whatever may come.
For the next little while, the Dathomirian-Mandalorian would keep to himself and stay quiet on their connected comms channel. More friction and tension was not something they needed, or their mission for Ashen would surely fail - and that was something that could not happen. Bes'uliik kept an eye for any obvious traps or dangerous fauna as he moved through the trees.
The mission was off to a great start. Socorra was uninterested in clan matters whenever on these because it didn’t matter at all, it was noise. However, upsetting a Grand Master was something she avoided whenever possible, likely how she survived working for five of them and their deputies thus far.
Zxyl obviously wasn’t waiting on anyone, but she would wait for Korvis. So, yes, maybe one clan matter mattered. Socorra was not leaving the Consul behind them, and made that clear by standing at his side, dwarfed by his ridiculous tall stature.
She coughed a little In case he forgot she was using her armor’s camouflage. She was too invisible and too silent otherwise.