As the assembled squad of loyal Stormtroopers gathered around their leader, Sargent Vytuia glanced each of them over from beneath the visor of his helmet. He slowly paced, his feet silent as the squad leader began to speak. Around them other Stormtrooper squads moved around the hangar, many loading onto transports. Three of them were spread out, as soldiers loaded onto them. A few officers clad in their grey uniforms showing off their rank and authority held datapads as they hollered out orders and assigned squads to Lambda-class T-4a shuttles. Kavis and his soldiers stood in front of their assigned vessel, its back door opened as the empty seats awaited them. Inside a pilot flickered through switches, his hand gliding over panels and buttons as he checked to ensure the Lambda was ready for liftoff. The sargent gave the briefest of looks to the pilot from his position outside the shuttle, then finally spoke to his squad having made sure they were all in line and at attention.

"Well, I hope you all are ready for this mission, and don't have a sensitive sense of smell. I've heard it stinks worse than a dying bantha. Thank the Maker for olfactory filters in the helmets. Don't want any of you puking all over your armor." He stated, tapping the side of his helmet as he smirked underneath it. Pausing in his short stride. 

Kavis tried to dash the tension with an ounce of humor, one could almost cut it with a knife as it hung within the hangar. None of the troopers knew what they were getting into down there, and neither did command exactly. The vague missions with inexact details were always the least fun ones. Though he didn't expect any of his soldiers to feel a sliver of fear, training had taught them to crush such feeling in favor of bravery and valor. They'd go in as they always did, a composed and concentrated team serving among the galaxy's finest soldiers. Some rebellious locals were nothing to the Empire's overwhelming force, anything else would pale in comparison as well. He glanced up at his soldiers once more, then barked an order. 

"Load onto the shuttle, take a seat troopers. We got a short ride ahead of us." As he turned away from his soldiers and walked onto the transport.

His squad entered after him, seeming ready as ever. Kavis strolled towards the small cockpit of the Lambda, the pilot raising a single thumbs up towards him then shut the doors on the ship before it rose gently upwards off the floor of the hangar. As the shuttle slipped through the hangar's forcefield into the emptiness of outer space the transport shook slightly before steadying. It glided through the darkness, other identical Lambda shuttles alongside it as they all made a beeline for the filthy Lotho Minor. Through the windshield of the shuttle the planet's murky atmosphere could be seen as the Imperials approached. Kavis could practically smell the world from here. He blinked then returned to the back area of the ship, where his squad were waiting to land planetside. As he entered that part of the ship his eyes caught sight of various scattered numbers scratched into the walls and ceiling, previous stomtroopers who had called the shuttle briefly their home as it ferried them to their destinations.

"The plan is simple, troopers." Kavis spoke out loud as he stood in the center of the room, clicking some button on his wrist as a hologram shone displaying the Imperial base they were landing at. It was a large sized facility, three levels with sizeable storage. Its overall filled with many rooms and hallways. Large pipes and vents were evident on the sides, necessary to filter oxygen into the base. 

"We will be landing on the south side of the base, then enter it from that side. Another squad, Charlie, will enter from the opposite side. Both our squads will sweep through, investigate and clear any hostiles. A third squad, Bravo, is repelling from above and breaching through the roof to secure the top floor. Several other Stormtrooper squads will deploy near a factory to the east of our base. Around that factory is a large field filled with scrap metal, machinery and ship parts. Our initial scans do not show any signs of enemy activity on the outside of the base, though there is no telling what awaits us on the inside. Watch your corners and expect hostiles."

"Be prepared to split into two squads, in this case Corporal Tapalo will take command of this second squad. Expect close quarters and unpredictability inside that base. Whoever managed to make the base go silent is likely to still be holed up inside of it. We need to find out what happened down there. I want each and every one of you to impress me today. Are there any questions, concerns or suggestions?"