Between the barren desert and the lush green of the Empire was a dense forest. Due to the thickness of trees within this area, there had been no attempt from the Empire to exploit it. As such, it served as a convenient gateway for the rebel force to infiltrate the Empire. If the Empire noticed them coming from the forest, they would simply cleared it and the rebel would've lost an important waypoint. As such, most infiltration attempts were strictly for reconnaisance purpose, and were done with a small number.
At the moment, as well, the squad entering the Capital was a six-men group. Their mission was simple: to enter the research facility located in a tower built in the inner edge of the forest. There was a rumor of secret weapon being developed within this facility for years, and the rebel couldn't have the Empire increasing their strength.
"Meh, this place is as beautiful as the rumor. Those dirty bastards had been keeping this place for themselves...those selfish people in this Capital,"
A guy with spiky brown hair, Sharn, said as he let go of his Sandfish's rein. The steed dived away into the sand, presumably returning to the rebel headquarters. The group was hastily formed by the rebel force, but each of them had been trusted because of their ability. He, in particular, was chosen for his affinity with sword - the beautifully forged blade was resting on his back, shrouded by its sheath.
"Let's do this stuff. We come in, destroy the 'secret weapon' thingy, and then high-tail it out of here. Easy, right?"
At the moment, as well, the squad entering the Capital was a six-men group. Their mission was simple: to enter the research facility located in a tower built in the inner edge of the forest. There was a rumor of secret weapon being developed within this facility for years, and the rebel couldn't have the Empire increasing their strength.
"Meh, this place is as beautiful as the rumor. Those dirty bastards had been keeping this place for themselves...those selfish people in this Capital,"
A guy with spiky brown hair, Sharn, said as he let go of his Sandfish's rein. The steed dived away into the sand, presumably returning to the rebel headquarters. The group was hastily formed by the rebel force, but each of them had been trusted because of their ability. He, in particular, was chosen for his affinity with sword - the beautifully forged blade was resting on his back, shrouded by its sheath.
"Let's do this stuff. We come in, destroy the 'secret weapon' thingy, and then high-tail it out of here. Easy, right?"