Oh, man this is boring. There is only so much for a pilot to do in getting from point A to point B. I try to count the stars drifting by, and quickly tire of it. I consider doing a roll, just to mess with my passengers but decide better of it. I don't think they would laugh, if I got all of them at once. Eheh.
Geonosis looms in space before us. It hangs in the bleak void like an angry red eye, full of hate and accusation. I stare back, through a tinted visor, unblinking at the silent challenge from this titan, teeming with beings that would kill me given the chance. Not too different from my current situation. I can feel the commandos back there, glaring at me. They must have an important job to do: I am flying in slowly, thrusters dead, just drifting on my own momentum like a bit of debris to avoid detection. Meanwhile, on the opposite face of the planet a small assault is taking place, star destroyers and fighters, bombers and transports... just like me... buzzing around fighting another man's war.
There is a small kick as I push us into the planet's gravity. We go from casual approach, which would result in us orbiting, to a blazing freefall into the atmosphere in seconds. I can't use the thrusters, of course, unless I want to be noticed and blasted out of the sky. Instead, a special compartment opens and ejects a lump of material-- i have no clue what it was-- that weighs enough to cause my ship to be pushed away a touch from the discharge. Clever.
The cabin warms up as we blaze into the lower atmosphere. This larty must have seen some interesting modifications just for this mission. I wonder how I would endure reentry without reverse thrusters in a standard craft. Probably not well. The inky twinkling of space is long gone now, and the rocky ground grows ever closer. I won't lie; I've considered just spiraling into it, kissing that beautiful red surface like my personal celestial lover, signaling the end of my days with a cornucopia of fire and flying metal.
I pull up hard, as the altometer indicates I am below most radar, and slam on the proper thrusters. The ship levels casually, and slows to a gentle hover. I barely feel a thing, being strapped in properly. I can only imagine the armored wads of machismo in the back are feeling the g's, however. I punch the thrusters and acquire a decent speed, approaching a stark mountain rising from the geonosian soil, the landmark to signify the destination. I didnt know what the destination was; I was to put the commandos down and wait for the pickup call. Wait. They seriously wanted me to dawdle on a cliff waiting for some CIS scouts to happen by and slot me. Orders are orders though. I jsut wish they issued me a weapon that I could use INSIDE the ship.
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Meanwhile, on the mountain, a pair of figures stand with their backs to a rocky wall. Their faces are obscured by menacing t-visored helmets, their bodies lined with green metal plates over a red body suit, and brown over green respectively. Armored fabric drapes around their legs, housing hidden pouches akin to that from which the taller red one produces a pair of binocs. The short, brown figure shuffles his feet nervously, watching the growing dot that is a republic ship. He admires the shiny new CIS insignia freshly painted on his shoulder armor.
"Buir?" He asks of the taller figure.
"Is that the enemy?"
"Yes, it is. Looks like they're coming after the lab."
"You were right, then. That battle is a diversion?"
"Oh, I'm sure they will hold any ground they gain, but I think what we see here is their true objective."
She unslung a massive weapon from her back, checked the chamber, and pointed it at the approaching craft. It was close enough, now, to see the republic sigil stamped on every facet.
"Watch hetty'buir closely now, Bev'ika. This is the proper way to shoot down an aircraft without blowing it up; there may be something salvageable among them. And we don't waste, do we?"
Beviin shook his head, his still-too-large helmet bobbling on his shoulders.
Hettyc followed the craft with the front of her weapon until it beeped quietly, then fired.