[b]Ques, Camp Valor (23.241° N, 58.566° E)
0725 hours, 16:6, 4 ABY[/b][hr]
"Lash those crates!" Elias roared above the din, the wind blowing the rains sideways. He made a knifehand motion, and his men seemed to understand, ratchet-strapping the supply that they were to take with them, and continuing to ferry in fuel and supplies. Elias tried to light another cigarra as he shielded himself with his cowl, helmet and shemagh partially assisting, but the end would not catch, and he stowed it, frustrated.

"Get that E-Web mounted on this ramp! I want the T-21s closest to the door for firepower amplification, and I want them first off when we touch down! Get me my team leaders!" And as he yelled, the two corporals and his second, the Sergeant, were before him, and he reiterated the plan before bound up the ramp onto the [i]Ark[/i]. And the troops piled in, formed in the rows of fold-out jump seats in between the folded cots which had been their home on their journey to Ques. Elias took a seat close to the door, sat beside a significantly younger Private wielding a T-21. And so parts of the skeleton crew from Company D piled aboard as well, a pilot, a co-pilot, and a weapons operator/crew chief. As the ramp raised and the upper door section lowered, the deck rattled as the G9 Rigger took to the skies, the lower wing unfurling before the speed ebbed and built.[hr]
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[b]Ques, Above the Deal Site (23.311° N, 57.437° E)
0800 hours, 16:6, 4 ABY[/b][hr]
The ramp slowly lowered and the E-Web operator poked the weapon's barrel out, scanning the ground as they moved towards the deal site. Elias, sat onto the ramp along with both T-21 operators and the assistant E-Web operator, observed the ground and rose promptly, crouching and then staggering to the cockpit along the rattling floor. "Circle around! I need a good look at the area before we set down!" The pilot acknowledged, and began to bank left.

Elias stumbled back to the ramp and produced his binoculars once more, scanning the ground and standing by to direct the E-Web's fire. And yet, he saw nothing, the rain, though considerably lighter than earlier, still blanketing everything with a grey shroud. Elias, reluctant, stated under his breath, "I have a bad feeling about this.." before keying his commlink. "Set us down!" And so the vessel began to angle downwards, and the wing folded as they edged towards the ground, and Elias, over the thumping of his heart, heard the gear lower and prepare to touch down.[hr]
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[b]Ques, the Deal Site (23.311° N, 57.437° E)
0820 hours, 16:6, 4 ABY[/b][hr]
And no sooner had those metal legs touched the ground than the T-21s were out, followed by the streaming ranks of the teams, the command team following Elias, including the E-Web, now dismantled with the operator carrying the weapon itself and the assistant carrying the tripod and ammunition battery, searching for an opportune area to set up. "All teams, proceed with initial phase. I want my team to hang back, sans the E-Web!" Elias barked into his commlink, throwing knifehand left and right. And the troops dispersed, fanning out into the respectable clearing among the towering trees.