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Public If Only I Could Die A Thousand Times [GA]


Abridon, Koradin Sector
Pirate Refuge, Outside the town of Sholas


Blasterfire ripped through the air crossing back and forth between the two strongpoints, ripping the air and searing it. Carbon scoring left a dark blotch against the walls behind both groups. On one side, a gathering of men dressed to the nines in the garb of spacers and pirates, their weapons a hodge podge of anything they could get their hands on. On the other side were troopers of the Sith Order, men and women in uniform who had sworn service to the Lords of the Sith and the throne on Jutland. Each and every one of the soldiers there were proud patriots individuals who stood for the ideals of the empire that would one day stand again.

It was a shame that they were out there for no other reason than to soothe the ego of another. Warmistress Elizabeth Marr frowned from behind her battle mask, her back against the wall as she contemplated her next move. A blaster bolt whizzed past the spot where she was standing, scorching the wall ahead of her. Her chest rose and fell. The situation was a bad one. They hadn't been given enough time to get intelligence. Her beloved batallion pinned in a way that would make it difficult to break out without casualties. She chewed her lip as she tightened her fingers around the grip of her carbine. If she was like the rest of her family, then she could have done it. She could have brought herself to send her men out, they knew the risk, they knew their duty was to die for the Empire. But this, this was wrong. This wasn't what they'd signed up for. Not some grand-standing bastard's ego trip and not on the orders to...

She swallowed.

The women and children too? Why? What did that solve?

She took another deep breath, drawing on the force to even out her emotions and give her clarity. It was the best she could do with the self loathing that she was feeling. Her connection to the Dark Side was weaker than ever. She'd heard that positive emotions could be used to fuel one's connection, but even those had been of no use to her, it was as if she'd been stunted since she was a child, broken, a failed daughter. It was all she could do to live for her siblings, to raise them, and make sure that there was someone who could love them until they were old enough to stand on their own two feet. Another blaster bolt smashed the wall close to her head and she ducked down, shielding her body from the debris. Her expression softened, Sophia was all grown up now, they didn't need her anymore. It wouldn't be so bad if the embarassment of House Marr died out here on a no-name world.

Her eyes moved to the soldiers under her command, the warriors who respected and revered her, who were giving it their all to see that these monsters payed for what they'd done and to make sure that the hostages were saved. She'd never told them what that man's real orders were. That their job was to slaughter innocent people. She couldn't do it. They fought so much harder knowing they were doing the right thing. That's why they lived. She chewed her lip again. They wouldn't live much longer if she didn't do something. She took another breath and held up her hand, flicking her wrist to expose the reverse-sight camera installed on the finger of her armor. The HUD in her helmet displayed the fortified enemy, firing a seemingly endless barrage in their direction.

She didn't have the force to count on to make a miracle happen, but she did have her might as a duelist. She wasn't called Warmistress for nothing. Her free hand dropped to her weapon and loosened the catch on her belt. She shifted her jaw left and right and started to work herself up, taking shorter breaths.

"Commander?" One man called.

"Cover me! I'll break them!" She barked and without giving them time to stop her, she turned the corner to charge. Her carbine shifting to full auto as the weapon exploded with green bolts of energy, crashing against any surface it could find. A bolt found the shoulder of her armor and she winced, barreling forward with all her might as pirates died. One of them, a man with a wicked scar on his face, sneered at her as she drew closer. Her carbine overheated and she tossed it aside, drawing her lightsaber and ingiting the orange blade with a snap-hiss. He was holding something in his hand.

"No..." She barely whispered as he held it up, the glint in his eye becoming mad. "Don't... they're innocent!"

The explosion that ripped through the air when he hit the trigger swept her off her feet. On instinct, she wrapped herself in the power of the force, a desperate gamble to protect her body from the worst of it as she was sent hurtling against the wall she'd just come from. More aftershocks followed, her body buffeted by the cataclysmic deluge. She lost conciousness for a while, her mind reeling from the pain as she returned. She let out a ragged sob, choking on the smoke that poured over her. She tore off her war mask, letting her black hair fall to her shoulders as she staggered to her feet. She had all her limbs, but more broken bones than she could count. She wasn't even sure how she was standing.

Her men.

She turned her head, trying to get her bearings, where was the structure that they'd been hiding in? It was... gone. Just gone. She tripped over something and hit the ground, rolling away to see an arm in black and red Marr armor. She choked, her fingers trembling. What was the point of all this death? Why did they have to come out here to do this? Why was a man's psychotic whim worth the lives of good men and women? She whipped her head towards where the pirates had been camped, their own space had seen the majority of the damage. Not a single body moved in the rubble. Behind them, what remained of their safehouse tilted pitifully to the side. It hadn't been completely annihilated.

Were some of the civilians alive?

She struggled to her feet again, her arm hanging limply at her side, blood pouring over her right eye, but she marched like a good soldier. She marched, pulling one broken foot forward while a cracked thigh trembled with each step. Her labored breathing the only sign of her pain. It took almost a half hour to get her body over to the damaged building. She slammed bodily into the blast door, resting her head against it. There, she could hear it, crying, people begging for help. Just on the other side. She rolled so that her back lay against the door and reached for the console. Broken. She reached for her lightsaber but it was gone. Lost when she'd been blown away.

There was no way to get them out.

She choked out a sob and fell to her knees, "Someone, help them," She begged, "Please."
 
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Abridon
Tags: Elizabeth of House Marr Elizabeth of House Marr , Shan Pavond Shan Pavond

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Jalen listened to open channels often. It was sort of an unhealthy cycle he had gotten caught up in, hearing the various distress calls of the galaxy. Terrible things rode on oppen channels. Day after day he'd feel his heart sink as the worst case scenerio came in. Mandalorian raids, Sith cultists... dead civilians. Lots of dead civilians. On call had come in from Abridon, and that was the straw that broke the camel's back. Jalen was tired of listening. He wanted to do something.

Unfortunately, his sneaking out was rather clumsy. And yet, the other padawan he had bumped into had some good will in him and had miraculously agreed to joining him on the last-minute venture he had unceremoniously chosen to take up. Jalen had hotwired a transport that lived in the hangar of the temple, setting it's course shockingly well for a blind individual.

Blind in only sight, of course. He had the force. Jalen had only heard limited info from the distress call. Pirates... Sith... hostages... hurt children. Just little fragments, but enough to stir his heart into action. As they came into the planet's atmosphere, the padawan was quick to take note of the presence of an energy he knew all too well. The remnants of an explosion, no doubt, a sensation he had felt before. It had been his last sight after all.

Fire.

"Landing now," Jalen informed Shan. "Head for the flames. That's where people will need us."

As soon as they landed, Jalen got the enterance hatch open and ran out, placing a hand on the ground to feel. Listen. His hightened awareness was limited, but enough to pick up the distant sobbing of a stranger...


"Someone, help them," She begged, "Please."

"That way," he noted, directing his face towards the direction of the distress. "Someone's alive."

He'd wait to insure that the Mirialan was behind him before getting to his feet. Then, whenever Shan was ready, head run into the chaos... hopefully to save someone. Anyone.

He had to.


 
There was no way Shan was going to be able to relax. There had been far too much going on in his mind right now to be able to focus on anything but trying to help people. He had been preparing himself to go for a walk when he had found a fellow Padawan attempting to sneak around the temple, causing the Mirialan to be ever so slightly curious as to what they were doing Though as soon as Jalen explained they were going off to help someone, Shan had immediately signed himself up for the trip. Two Jedi were better than one after all!

He would have suggested for them to use his starfighter to get to Abridon, but he realised that if they needed to evacuate people, there wouldn't be enough space. So the Padawan clambered into the shuttle, and went over checking his equipment to make sure it was steady. His first aid kit was filled with medical equipment, his lightsaber was ready for use and his blaster was set to stun. It nearly was always set to stun, considering how difficult it was for him to switch the settings of his blaster, and he would much rather go for a stun than to kill someone.

Whilst Jalen focused on sensing where people were, Shan focused on his lightsaber, or more specifically the crystal. Almost like he was feeding it with Force Energy, to allow his familiar to form in the form of its little owl. The familiar gave off a sense of warmth and even seemed to dull the pain of those within in its aura. The Mirialan broke out into a small tired smile at that, rubbing his forehead. This was his first time actually getting to use his familiar in a situation where it would come in handy but he was eager to get to work.

"Alright! Let's head out. Medice, you go forward." The little familiar went off in the distance where Jalen had pointed, to try and make sure whoever they were going to help wouldn't be in too much pain whilst the pair of Padawans made their way over. The idea of being able to help people just brought a smile to the Padawan's face. Shan was eager to help whoever he could, with a smile on his face! Smiles helped people relax?...Right?

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Tags: Shan Pavond Shan Pavond Elizabeth of House Marr Elizabeth of House Marr Jalen Kai'el Jalen Kai'el

Tod struggled to his feet amidst the swirling dust cloud that had enveloped him. His ears rang and he was severely disorientated. One of his lenses was shattered, rendering him temporarily blind within the haze. Just moments ago, he had taken refuge behind cover, hoping for the chaos of the battle to subside, but a sudden explosion had flung him several feet from his sanctuary. The two men who had been sitting near him were now nowhere to be seen, though it was the least of his concerns at this moment.

Tod had been in a pirate camp to collect payment from one of the individuals, the man had a vendetta against a different pirate in a different city on the planet. For Tod, the particulars of the feud were of little consequence. He had completed the job and expected to be compensated for it. When he was walking out a firefight had seemed to break out and Tod just went for cover, he wanted no part in the ensuing fight. The hope was he could slip through and just walk away without firing a shot.

Now that appeared to be a stupid idea, he was stunned, concussed and probably had a broken arm. He staggered forward, shrouded in the dusty haze, his armor having offered some protection against the explosion, but he was far from unscathed. His armor had appeared to be enough to save him from the explosion, but he still wasn't unscathed. Due to his state he couldn't discern any injuries nor did he even think to check.

Walking forward he remained in the dust cloud a little longer, the occasional colored bolt wizzing through it near him. An explosion occurred nearby that Tod lazily looked at, one of his eyes more dilated than the other. It had appeared to hit a building that people were shooting out of. Though he couldn't really tell with his blurry vision. Tod continued to trudge forward until he tripped and fell.

Lying there, he regained his auditory senses as the ringing in his ears subsided. His concussed state gradually lessened, allowing him to regain some cognitive discipline. Frantically looking around him, it appeared that the explosion had been to a building near him. He saw a slanted one and took quick action in deciding to take cover by it. Somewhere he heard the cry of someone asking for help, no Tod thought for a second they didn't say me, they said them.

Summoning his last vestiges of strength, Tod initiated an arduous army crawl toward the source of the distress, the pain in his arm gnawing at him. The only thing keeping him moving was adrenaline but he eventually rounded the corner and saw an individual by the door. Pressing his legs against the ground, he leaned against the opposite side of the entrance, gasping for breath.

 

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