Gamma Squad, Chapter Three: We're In

                                                                                        -Geonosis, trenches-

Hak moved along the trenches, keeping his eyes peeled for hostiles. His squad followed suit.

"Alright Gamma Squad, orders just came in from command! You're new primary objective is to assassinate a high priority separatist target. Our intelligence has located a CIS shuttle preparing to leave port. We can't specifically identify your target kill, but we do know he is an important man. His shuttle is decorated with the most lavish and expensive décor and equipment. He appears to be a senator of some sort. You'll need to make your way to the CIS command spire and infiltrate their hangar. The rest of the separatist leaders are there as well, so expect heavy resistance. Marking your destination on you HUD now." said advisor over the comm.

"Copy that advisor. Gamma Squad, prepare to engage." said Hak with a hint of drama. He'd secretly always wanted to say that in the field.

Gamma Squad, having received heir mission, had begun making their way towards the command spire. This mission would be a grueling one, and would tax our young commando squad both physically and mentally, but rest assured, they had every intention to eliminate their target with...extreme prejudice.

"Hey Hak! What's command doing to us here?! There sending us to kill an unknown target? This makes our lives a lot harder!" said Slash, somewhat disgruntled.

"Don't worry about it commando, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." replied Hak reassuringly.

"Pfft, yeah, only the bridge has about 300 yards of barbed wire, a few barricades, some land mine, and is crawling with bugs and clankers." said Slash.

"Could have done without the witty remarks private..."

"Er, um...aye sir. Whatever..."

As the squad neared the end of the trenches, they came upon a drainage grate in the wall within a short tunnel.

"That's our entry point. Alright boys, let's go in carefully. Shank! You got this one." said Hak

"On it sir."

With that, Shank  pulled out a pair of laser cutters and began cutting his way through the grate.

"All right Gamma! Here we go!" said Shank, removing the piece of grate he had cut. "Pile in!"

One by one the squad crammed into the cramped drainage pipeline, followed by Shank who went in last, covering the rear.

The squad advanced through the pipe and came to the primary drainage grate within the command spire.

"Let's go in quietly commandos!" whispered Hak to the three others behind him.

"Copy that sir" said the others in unison.

Hak produced a pair of his own laser cutters and began slicing through the drain in the floor above him. He popped the grate out of place and slowly lowered it. Then he popped his head out just far enough to see his surroundings. There were two Geonosian warriors standing with their backs to the drain.

"Heh, too easy."

Hak swiftly grabbed both by a leg and pulled them into the drain and cut their throats with the speed and precision of a trained predator. Then he hoisted himself up out of the drain and turned to help his brothers up.

"Squad, let's move out!" said Hak, once more with a dramatic voice. He thought the others didn't know, but they all let him live his dream.

They were in the spire and needed to find the hangar. Only then would they locate their target.

"Sir, taking position." Said Slash.

"Preparing to slice door sir." said Shank.

Razor simply gave a nod.

Hak crouched in the doorframe, waiting for it to open. When it did, he pushed off his legs into a roll, popped up, and checked for hostiles. The coast was clear.

"C'mon in guys! Let's get a move on."

The squad followed him, deeces at the ready.

Suddenly Razor paused. He looked up. In the air circulation shaft above, he saw something moving. They had been spotted. He tapped Hak's shoulder and gestured upward with one finger.

Hak looked up.

"I copy. We can't let whoever that was report back to their superiors. Squad, gimme a lift!"

Gamma squad boosted Hak into the ventilation shaft and he pursued his target with deadly efficiency. The others pushed forward under the secondary leadership of Shank.