@[member="Rexus Drath"], @[member="Somarae"]
The involuntary descent had not escaped Moira as her walker battering rammed its way through the enemy ranks now that it had left the trenches behind it, its massive legs and feet slick with the blood of the innocent, the smoking wreckage and debris of enemy tanks behind it, along with burnt and charred corpses. A trail of smoke and fire behind it that Hellhawk impacted upon the ground, her scanner picking up on it before the instruments of the walker did.
The craft spun and then shortly afterwards the sound of a loud crash echoed across the district. A billowing cloud of smoke rose up into the sky, clearly visible from where the walker was located, having just crushed the speeder of a desperate militiaman and smashed it into pieces, for there should be no survivors in the ranks of the enemy, the better to encourage the others. Moira scanned the area, the tactical display on her own HUD confirming the craft was close and picked up on vital signs, though her placcid features betrayed indifference. One organic was like the other, their lives were insignificant to her, useful only for processing. So whether the crew was alive or dead mattered not to her.
However, she was under contract to aid and doubtless the downed craft would attract hostile organics to terminate. So she passed on commands to the units with her and her walker was steered towards the block, crushing debris that choked the streets, passing another downed Hellhawk, this one a smoking and burnt wreckage without survivors. One brave militiaman had hidden in a deep crater under the bodies of his comrades, he briefly emerged to bring up his RPG, preparing a shot...then cried out as blaster rounds cut him down, upon reflex firing his launcher though the deadly explosive missed the walker by far and impacted upon a wall to blast it.
As the walker came closer, the ground shaking under it, she could see the downed craft from afar, the rising smoke a dead give-away, then a clad in the armour of the Emperor's Own charging militiamen, lightsabre blazing. In the same moment a wall was suddenly blasted to pieces and a repulsortank burst out. Before it could fire Moira had steered the cannon of the walker, easily calculating the range and velocity, and fired. A powerful explosion blossomed as the tank was turned to scrape, the blasters of the walker spewing out rounds as some of the crew crawled out. But while this happened there was the loud whoosh that heralded the launching of several missiles. Hidden in craters and behind the windows of a wrecked apartment complex, several militiamen opened fire at the same time with their missile launchers, aiming for the legs of the walker.
Now an AT-AT was very heavily armoured, but these legs were still a weak spot and they were targeting them at the same time. The blaster cannons spun around and rotated, fashioning a hell of their own as they unleashed a barrage of laser fire that cut down several of the rocketeers, but as their pained screams resounded through the area the missiles impacted. Being multi-legged in build made this behemoth more stable than an AT-AT but it shook under the impact, then its neck column was struck. The powerful guns of the walker fired one last time, the red laser beam bringing a house crashing down and burying several militiamen under rubble, then an explosion blossomed and it fell. Moira had already leapt out of the cockpit but though she was fast part of the walker hit her as it fell and as she was brought to the ground she was buried beneath debris.
For a moment there was no movement as militiamen cheered, others moving to presumably engage Rexus, then there was loud, persistent banging against debris, as if someone was pummelling it, then it was thrown off, Moira emerging. She limped, looking worse for the wear, synthetic skin having been damaged and cut in places, revealing pieces of metal, then as blaster fire cam her way she ran, then leapt into the air.
Hand enclosed around a grenade she hurled it high so that it was tossed upon the roof of a house from where a militiaman was putting her under fire with a repeater, the man being too late to dodge and so he was torn into chunks of flesh by the explosion, her other, rather damaged hand held a heavy blaster pistol and she fired, taking out troopers foolish enough to get close as rounds spewed out. An RPG whooshed and crashed into a wall as she leapt, the shockwave seizing her and pushing her forward as she rode out the wave then came crashing down upon the rocketeer.
The trooper managed to dodge and, tossing his launcher away, brought out his blaster carbine and squeezed the trigger, firing. Moira did not have the time to dodge and the rounds hit her, one after another, but though she twitched under the laser blasts she advanced forward, unstoppable, unflinching, eyes flashing crimson.
"Just die already, Imp queen...what are you...," the the soldier cried out then she ripped the carbine out of his hands, seizing his arm and breaking it, then ripping it off and seizing his throat, lifting off his feet up into the air before she slammed him against some wreckage, breaking his neck.
"The future," she said flatly, emotionessly, as he fell to the floor, grabbing a discarded vibroblade to spin around and toss it through the air at an advancing militiaman, then taking the carbine to unleash a salvoe upon the remaining.
