Dohr looked at CC9 and spread his arms in surrender and smiled. He hadn't really meant there had been a plan in place to take chances with the heavy weapons in the first place, as there never had. No, the original plan had been to rig speeders into bombs and drop those bombs onto the barricades and then make a run for it. So that was not what he had meant, but it was easy to see why the droid would've understood his words that way as.. well.. literally speaking, he had said so. Of course Dohr had referred more to the 'heading straight for the gates' -part, but it didn't really matter at all, so he let it go. Though the battledroid was in a way quite annoying, the Kel Dor still liked if for some reason. At least the thing was honest in its opinions.

He waited until Devon had finished his bit and looked at their current leader. As Dorh was about to speak, Idaya cut in echoing what he had said only a moment earlier. The doctor nodded to the Chiss and turned to Devon again. "The decision is yours, of course, but I ask you to reconsider dividing us now... Oh and considering the attack, could you clarify your ruling over the sniper or snipers … sir? If we do not have anyone covering our approach, we will be easy targets for anyone who manages to escape the gas."
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Fiarr watched as the conversation continued.  It was almost amusing at times how people cited the need to hurry but then kept talking.  She kept out of the situation, even when people seemed to completely ignore her friend.  However when the talk again turned to snipers she spoke up.  She liked Dohr and he seemed reasonable so she spoke to him.

"Dohr, while I think the idea of snipers is a good one, I don't think they're practical here.  We simply don't have time to get them in place.  We'd either have to rush them into position, meaning the gangers could shoot us down.  Otherwise we'd have to circle the building, drop them off further away and have them move to position which is time we don't have.  Furthermore, if this goes bad we wont have time to extract them.  I for one don't want to be left behind.  I think we need to risk doing this without them."

"What about the idea of programming the speeder to smash into a barricade?  Wouldn't take long to tweak the autopilot surely?  We could program it to smash into the mounted guns moments after the gas hits."

She went and took position by CC9 and checked her pistol.  She no longer had a rifle so this would have to do.

Flash swooped in.  "Vyn get on."

He looked at Devon.  "No point risking two bikes.  Vyn can hold the spybot and play cameraman for me.  If you breach before I get back take off.  We'll try a Rigel Special Delivery."

His focused turned to Idaya.  "You lending us your droid?  If so, hand it to Vyn.  No way your bot will keep up otherwise."

Once he gets an answer from Idaya he shoots off into the sky to begin his search.  A tank shouldn't be too hard to spot coming.  Just look for the biggest signs of chaos, destruction or fleeing populace.

Heigen climbed on the back of the bike and held out a hand to Idaya for the droid.

"Don't worry I'll take good care of it.  Does it have a name?  Can you tell it to follow my directions until we get back?"

Kyvarr saluted.  "Ready sir.  Right Beta team fall in.  Plan is as follows.  Once the gas is fired we go in with the speeder.  Seven, you'll be our pilot sir.  Drop me off as close as you can then hover and allow Dohr and Idaya to use their rifles to pick off anyone moving.

Primary targets are the rocket launchers and the guys wielding the big guns.  We're going to be a big fat target if anyone gets a lock.  Everyone else is a secondary target.  If you can't see a target, full suppressive fire.  Keep them in the gas.  Ill wear the riot armour and head in to finish off any stragglers at close range.  If our targets are neutralised, assist Beta team.  If things go wrong, but out fast.  Any questions?"
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Mika's swoop comes in from her scouting and she gathers up her gear.  She checks her blaster.  "We going with stun setting?"

She also gets out het stun baton and makes sure it's charged up.  Hopefully, she wouldn't get close to anyone to use the stun stick, but she'd rather have it handy and not need it than need it and not have it handy.

"Doubtful."  Fiarr answer's Mika's question.  "Stun only has a four metre range.  I doubt we want to get that close.  I'm assuming we'll be shooting to kill."

She looked to CC9 for clarification.

"Lethal settings," CC9 confirms.  "A four-metre range is untenable in the circumstances.  Assume absolute enemy hostility."

Mika doesn't like it, she's supposed to be a support role, not a front line grunt cutting down the enemy.  But this was hardly a normal situation and if people were going to die, better the gangers than her companions.

Giving a curt nod to Fiarr and CC9, she sets the blaster back to blast and not stun.

Sheila's come in on the speeder and wasn't sure in this new plan where she was supposed to be with her heavy blaster.   "Who's driving the truck and where do you want me?   She shouldered her bag and slipped the extra power packs from the speeder into her jacket pocket.  Once they got through this, she had to find out who the hell all these new people were.

"I sincerily doubt, you would have a real use for the droid, but it will take a while for it to exfiltrate from the reconnaissance it has conducted, so if you wish to wait for it, by all means., Idaya stated. It wasn't only a waste of time but also a fools errant to go after the tank and reduce the firepower of the team by two shooters. "As for infantry experience, no, I am a naval officer, but I do have a grasp of groundside tactics as well. The fact is, if the tank is close enough to cause a problem during the assault, we are already in trouble with nothing to stop it with. We could simply deploy my droid to watch our rear and stop wasting time on something, we can do nothing about. But that is just my personal opinion."

Kyvarr growled.  "You may have a 'grasp' of groundside tactics but I think we can agree I'm the expert here.  So why don't you leave the ground based tactics to me?  Likewise I wont tell you how to run fleet engagements.  Just because you don't know how to stop a tank with our resources or see a use for your droid doesn't mean I didn't.  However, you are right, there is now no time to recall your droid.  Leave it where it is."

For the Cathar, this exchange had been very diplomatic.  Fiarr would have been proud of her.

"Now get in the speeder and get your blaster ready.  You have your orders, we have a plan.  We go on Seven's order."

She made sure she had one of the M4 droids with her.  She climbed in behind Devon.  That way her two shooters had a clear field of fire on one side.
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"A Rigel Special?  Always wanted to try one." Devon told Flash just before the Duros roared off.

Devon watched Vyn and Flash leave then hurried over to where Hammer was organizing Alpha team.
"Understood" Devon told Hammer in response to his orders and hopped behind the controls of the speeder.
He made one final check of his pistol and slid it back into its holster, ready for use.
"Idaya, get in." he told the Chiss.  "Time's a-wastin'."

Twisting round in his seat, Devon looked at Hammer.  "OK, we may not be able to talk over the gunfire, so slap me on the shoulder when you want me to stop so you can hop out.  Once you're out I'll circle round the enemy so they have to split their fire and we can flank them."

Devon looked across at the other Talons and the remaining vehicles.
"We're ready when you guys are - so shake a leg." His gaze hovered over his bike for a moment, as if regretting allowing his precious machine to be ridden into combat by someone other than himself.
"And whoever rides my baby, bring her back in one piece, okay?"
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Speaking swiftly to his team, CC9 issues orders - though they are necessarily basic.

"Ten, you will be on a swoop for extra mobility.  You will be backup and mop-up; stay out of combat unless you spot a target moving out of the gas.  Pick off anyone attempting to flee.

"Three, you will assist the assault on Seven's swoop.  Order your M4 to maintain a watch on the skies for aerial reinforcements once it has delivered its payload.  Your M4 is equipped with a light blaster but we require its vigilance more than its weaponry; if the gangs call in extra numbers we will need the warning.

"Fiarr, you are a main shooter.  You will be on a swoop.  Attain close-quarter or long-range distance as suits your skillset and current equipment.

"I will be in the truck, having less bodily agility; I will be presenting the largest target so the majority of enemy fire will most likely be on me.  I will also be the closest as I am immune to gas. If you come under heavy fire manoeuvre behind the truck for cover."

He looks at his team carefully.  "Repeat clarification: shoot to kill.  Fiarr and Three, fire into the gas until it clears and at anything hostile that moves until it stops moving.  In the extremely unlikely event of a surrender, shoot anyone who does not immediately drop their weaponry when so ordered.  These enemies have brought wholesale pain, death and fear to an entire populace.  They have done untold damage and will willingly kill any of you if you grant them the opportunity.  Consider them as you would Imperial scum."

Sheila half saluted in alnowlement of her orders, checked the blasters setting so it was in full, and stepped aboard Devon's speeder.  She took half a moment to familiarize herself with this particular ones controls, slung her bag crosswise over her body and revved the machine.  She took another. Moment to check with her m4 droid and give the orders.  "Once you grenade them, head up and keep watch and alert us of anything that comes in." She will take off with fiarr, wishing her weapon were more long range.
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Fiarr nodded and pointed towards the rifle CC9 was carrying.  "Want me to take the rifle?  I can offer more support with that then my blaster pistol."

Once she acquired the weapon or not, Fiarr moved off towards Idaya's swoop.  She looked towards the Chiss wondering if she was going to object.  It was her bike after all.

The assault commander had ignored his question completely. Apparently he had made up his mind about not using snipers in providing cover and did not wish to discuss it further. That was a leader's prerogative of course, but in Dohr's mind still somewhat foolish. The wisdom of his suggestion had been questioned by the Bothan as well, but the doctor decided to let that comment be. In his mind she was wrong as the distances were so short it would not have taken a long time for a sniper or two to get in place. Whatever the case, they would be heading headlong into the fight without cover now. As in their hurry to get into action, the other suggestion by Dohr had been overlooked too by everyone else but Fiarr. Using the truck as a decoy or even a sort of battering ram might have given them a slight edge into the coming fight.

""You may have a 'grasp' of groundside tactics but I think we can agree I'm the expert here.  So why don't you leave the ground based tactics to me?  Likewise I wont tell you how to run fleet engagements.  Just because you don't know how to stop a tank with our resources or see a use for your droid doesn't mean I didn't.  However, you are right, there is now no time to recall your droid.  Leave it where it is."

Dohr sighed. The Cathar seemed to have a problem accepting the possibility that others might be skilled in combat tactics too. True, there was a difference between space battles and ground combat, but basic strategies were the same. The doctor personally had been trained and gained experience in real situations in both. He was not just a medical specialist, but a former commander of Kel Dorian army as well. Tactics were his game. But even if Kyvarr was better than anyone else in groundside tactical planning, himself included, neither Idaya or Dohr would have no real evidence of it other than her own words. That didn't mean that he would doubt her skills, quite on the contrary. The Cathar didn't really seem like a person who made empty boasts. Yet, until she proved herself, it was quite bold to expect others to 'agree' on her expertise on the matter.

This was not the time and place though and he didn't like arguing anyway. Hopefully later on when they all were safely inside the transport, the disagreements could and would be forgotten. But first they needed to get inside the spaceport in one piece and that wasn't something they could take for granted.

Hearing Devon's orders, Dohr headed for the speeder, hopped up and slid in to the backseat. He double-checked the rifle almost unconsciously as he had done hundreds if not thousands of times before. He had his cane in one hand and the weapon in the other. The walking stick would go under his robe and belt on his back as soon as he got out of the speeder again. There was no way he could use it and the rifle at the same time. "Doc ready."

Shaking her head, Idaya mounted the speeder waving Fiarr free to use her speeder bike - she did not like the plan at all. She might have been a naval officer, but she had also fleet marine training and she had quite enough grasp of tactics to know, assaulting a fortified position required two things. First thing was a base of fire that pinned down the enemy - that they would have in form of the gas grenades, but it should have been bolstered by two snipers firing from as good vantage points as possible. The second thing was a maneuver element or two that would take the fight to the enemy flanks and wipe out the ones still capable of fighting. But no, the people, who had already been trigger-happy with her, were in too much of a rush to see the forest from the trees.

CC9, who isn't inclined to perpetuate interpersonal tension via internal monologue, nods to Fiarr and hands her the rifle before readying himself in the truck.

Flash's voice came over the comm.  "Seven, Hammer, this is Two.  I've spotted the tank.  She's about five, maybe six minutes out max.  Her crew looks like they're military.  I repeat, the crew looks military, not gangers."

Kyvarr grunted.  "Acknowledged Two.  If you can get some quick holo on the tank do so, then get back here."

Of her several plans to take the tank, they'd hinged on the fact that gangers would be manning the tank, amateurs who would make usual amateur mistakes.  A seasoned crew reduced the success chance of her plans from slim to almost non-existent.

She shrugged inwardly.  It would have been a struggle to put her plan in motion with all the dissenters.  Still Seven had supported her and he had been in charge so maybe they would of tried.

She swept the thoughts away.  She was waiting for the final signal from Seven.  The droids would go in with the gas, then she'd order Beta team to attack.  They'd need to do this quick and break out before the tank arrived.  She quickly set a five minute countdown on her watch.
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"Frak - we're outta time." muttered Devon. And what the hell were the military doing working with the gangers??

Devon activated his comm so that everyone - Cor included - would hear him.
"Ok - we go now.  Eleven - can you or your droids start pre-flight on the ship if you havent already.  We've got four minutes to take out those gun nests, get inside and launch that ship.   Hammer - the order is yours."

Devon started the speeders engine and readied himself at the controls.

"Understood Seven.  Beta team get ready.  We go in as soon as the droids have delivered their payload.  Remember, we go in blazing, Seven drops me close then hovers at a suitable distance for the rest of the team to snipe the enemy."

Mika jumps back on her swoop and fires up the engine, getting ready to handle her part of the plan.  In her mind, it was just a matter of getting to the ship and getting off this blasted planet.  They weren't prepped to take out a military crewed tank.

Over the Talons comms Cor's voice can be heard.

"Ship is prepped, security chief is contacted and awaiting action, attempting to break into hangar security now.  I may need Three's expertise for that last endeavour.  Good luck, everyone."