Name: Mingan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157050.msg7252463#msg7252463)<br/>Location: Middle of the Quartona Fleet<br/>Tagging: Open<hr/><br/>A very decisive move was being made by the Quartona fleet.  They were headed to Earth.  Normally this wouldn’t be shocking news but ever since Special Tasks had been given the go ahead to monitor and “hinder” the Quartona fleet the definition of “hinder” had changed a bit; namely with the development of 7th Shock Battalion.  The 7th Shock Battalion was a group of soldiers whose primary goal was infiltration and exfiltration of an experimental frontline unit, known as a 303rd Rapid Response Tactical Squad.  And they were sitting in the briefing room waiting for the go ahead.  Mingan sat with the members of his unit and looked at the photos and intelligence.  It seemed the Humans were going to try and “run the blockade” and the 303rd was going to help them do it.<br/><br/>There were gaps in the battle line drawn by the Quartona fleet.  This was a typical tactic employed by them in order to lure ships into a crossfire and therefore require less maneuverable ships.  It usually worked.  But the Humans favored speed in their ships designs so with some covering fire and a bit of help and luck this could work.  The cover fire was there with the Human fleet trying desperately to hold on and get the blockade runner to safety.  The 303rd would be the luck.  Their mission; launch long ranch stealth transport.  Go EVA and board Quartona ship and disable, setting it on a course directly in the line of fire from the ships that would close to help destroy the blockade runner. And then with a little luck of their own, EVA and hitch a ride on the blockade runner as it passed them and ride back to Kyrie on the Human vessel.<br/><br/>The 303rd loaded up and grabbed the necessary gear required. Mingan pulled on his pressure suit and smiled as the youngest member marveled at the new gear “The Teks had really out done themselves with these, micro rockets in the feet and we can use our wings to steer!”  The Sergeant laughed “just put your gear on and lets go bag us a Quartona warship, eh?” The whole troop chorused “Yes Sir!”  Mingan grabbed his Gun/Blade as he passed out the favored weapons of the group, as odd assortment to say the least.  Melee and Ranged weapons were both to be found, everything from swords and axes all the way down to sniper rifles and large SAW type weapons, even an old fashioned scythe is there.  The troop makes their way to the launch dock as the simple unmanned sled is loaded in its launcher.  They get checked off by the launch crew and their off.<br/><br/>As the sled makes its way to the gap in the fleet Mingan feels a presence like someone searching for someone or something near him.  He tries to make contact but only succeeds in frustrating himself.  The soldier assigned as his “battle buddy” patted him on the shoulder and said “you alright?” “No,” Smiled Mingan, “Someone is scanning for us and I can’t communicate with them.  Why oh why haven’t I perfected my communications skills, hmmm?” “Simple,” Laughed the soldier, “because you’re already great at communicating with the Quartona,” indicating his gun sitting in his lap, “And they seem to get what you’re saying almost immediately.”  The whole squad laughs as the soldier makes his joke at Mingans expense.  “All right, can it,” Growls the sergeant, “we’re boots up in 30 seconds, final checks, Now!”  Mingan Grips his sword and scans the hull of the Enemy ship as they prepare to launch towards it. “We’re clear Sarge,” He informs him and prepares to launch.  ‘this is why.’ Mingan thought to himself, “This is why I’m not a tek.<br/>