Llewellyn

I'll throw the little description on again cause it's been awhile. New group noww, dunno how long it'll be.

(I've been writing little blurbs between each Armour Astir game we've played. They're intended to be snapshots of the larger conflict, out of the view of our crew and color in the more grand scale Cause. I'm very much not a fiction writer, and these are my attempts at playing with such because, hey, why not? One of my 'goals' was to write from the perspective of cameras and sensors, like the feed recovered or uploaded post-mission, etc.)

Tac-Report: 300028-T1
Operation Name: Glass Cutter

Attached Video: Cock-pit camera, sensor monitoring, external sensors (When available) of Op. Units 01, 02, 03. [Redacted] Suits, Vestige.

[The amber glass of the dome atop the cylinder space station drifts closer as the main camera sensor turns, tracking the two other dark forms of the following Astirs coming into view. Their thrusters on low, slowly drifting towards the dome.

“Bring us to the bottom, under the dome. I’ve got my gear ready. Will you be ok out here?” A low voice comes over the comms from inside the Astir, steady, but a tinge of worry comes through.

“We’ll be fine out here. I’m worried about the job inside.” The gentle tone of Vestige reverberates through the Asir and the radio. “I’ve got backup, it’s just you three in there. If things go bad, call for me.”

Vestige’s arm reaches out, grappling the edge under the dome before turning to watch the other Astirs approach. Their dark, star-like camo shimmering slightly as they slow. Each’s cockpit opening and two equipped for combat jump from the inside towards the space station. The sensor zooms on one’s cockpit, the pilot giving a momentary thumbs up before closing.

“Now’s my turn.”

The sensor moves back low and centered as a grey flight suit, armored and dotted with gear, comes into view from the bottom, out of the cockpit. Landing on the palm of Vestige, giving a quick thumbs up before jumping towards the other two operatives. One operative attaches a device to the airlock doors below as the other catches the third.

“Everyone,” Vestige begins to broadcast over the radio. “Watch for anything strange or when they’re alerted. I give us four minutes before we’re on defense. One of you maintain near the extract point.”

Vestiges sensor zooms as two distant lights halt and arc towards the station. Rotating to the right, two more flash into view. The sensor quickly glances towards the airlock, now closed and dark, before recentering on the approaching lights. The two split, each now flying in different directions.]