Straf shrugged, "shit if I know. But I think you've got something there. If I can find a guy around my height and size I can try stripping him down and wear his armor. We all look the same under the helmets anyways so I think it might work."

Entering its final approach vector, the gunship entered "stealth" mode and the whooping downwash of the turbines engines quieted down significantly. Being that the academy had a massive landing bay that was constantly busy in anticipation of the fleet arriving the next day, no one would have been the wiser when another seemingly cargo full flyer roared overhead. However, this would prove to be a fatal mistake as the rappel lines were dropped so the three could insert on top of the rooftop.

Below them after a twenty meter drop stood a sturdy construction of ventilation ductwork, overlapping buttresses giving commanding views of the academy grounds below, and in the central apex, a single command tower with an enveloping deck. Gratefully the tower seemed unoccupied as the lights within were out and with the torrential downpour from the storm still roaring about, the sentries on the rooftop paid almost no heed to anything outside of the few, scant outcrops offering protection from the dampness.

Only three foot patrols with torches could be spotted doing lazy loops below them but several more were at all of the entrances. Apparently whoever was the commanding officer of this battalion was at least covering most of the grounds in securing the flag. It was up to the three of them to somehow infiltrate a large, seven story compound with hundreds of rooms and just as many defenders to find a single flag and/or take the enemy's as well.

Rappelling down the zipline during the torrential down pour made his fresh dry uniform soaking wet before he could even hit the roof top. Upon hitting the roof he quickly moved into the shadows in order to better observe the roving patrols in order to find weaknesses as well as a good access point. He motioned the others to stay low and out of sight. He readied his stun baton to take out any guard foolish enough to get close. They couldn't afford to get caught this early into their infiltration.

With his training blaster slung he continued his silent vigil ensuring his stun baton didn't spark in the rain giving away his position. He counted the patrols, as well as their numbers. He looked for a ventilation shaft they could enter to get inside.

Straf rappelled down and landed on the wet ground. He followed his teammates, maneuvering only with his stun baton out. When they began watching the patrols around, he said, "Didn't count on this rain, might work to our advantage. So what do you guys want to do?"

"Possibly we could try to find out what entrances are in first. Think there is sewers or air ducts into the Barracks?" Valpine asked as she kept down behind the boxs.She kept her baton on her belt as she kept her training blaster in hand as she watched the patrols go by.

"So are we doing the distraction or the infiltration teams inside?" Straf asked, still keeping an eye out for anyone that might be approaching.

Looking around for the nearest unguarded ventilation cover, "Well seeing as we are all stuck on the roof we need to get down first. We have two options right now that I can see. One, knock out a few guards and change into their gear, or two, sneak in through the ventilation and find a new path. But whatever we choose, we better do it quickly! We can't avoid these patrols on the roof forever."

He continued his scans trying to find a patrol that was close to them in general size and composition. Depending on how many were up here it could be a huge challenge to knock them all out. But exposing themselves inside without disguises could prove fatal (at least in these training circumstances).

"I say let's find a small patrol then take their uniform. The only problem might be how to hide their bodies on this roof." Straf looked around, "Any ideas?"

Andros glanced from left to right watching the patrols in the storm. "Well we could tie them up and put them inside one of the ventilation shafts. Or put them in our uniforms and bring them inside as captured prisoners. Just gotta keep them knocked out cold." It seemed like a good idea, but putting it into action would be different.

"I like the first idea. The rain might mask the sound of their wriggling, even once they wake up. I thought about dressing them up as us also, but I don't want to take the chance of them running into their possible friends in the company. Let's look for some adequate candidates for the armor and vent." With that Straf began looking around for a small patrol of around three on the rooftop.