Public Arsonists at Artorias

[Ashel de Stilico]

Ashel de Stilico, Stormtrooper Medic
Location: Artorias
Outfit

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The air felt cool, her hair gently caressed as the sun began to set, it was a picturesque moment. Almost too serene for Ashel as it felt all too surreal to even imagine, let alone experience. Her guilt tugged at the corners of her lips, threatening to tear away her smile that had only appeared in the last few hours of the day. Carefully adjusting her seated position Ashel cupped both her cheeks to help ease away the smile and return her stoic thin line across her face. The galaxy had offered so little to smile about, and even on this planet of Artorias it felt all too unreal. As if I’m holding onto a fistful of sand. ​

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Ashel stretched upwards, finding herself ready to move on ahead, the day was arriving to its end. It was nice, even if she felt undeserving of it all, Ashel allowed herself to relax and find some peace and solace for the mean-time. The galaxy felt so distant, the western and southern half conflicts were seemingly so far away, it almost appeared that nothing was happening at all. As twilight came the stars began to pepper the skies above, Ashel looked up and could only imagine the endless conflicts and battles being fought. ​

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So far away from me. . . She moved down and away from the sloping hill she had found herself on earlier and headed towards the streets of the nearby city. The stark contrast of the peaceful hillside couldn’t have been any more apparent with the bustling city street, much to Ashel’s surprise. She hadn’t seen the city streets quite so crowded before, and as she moved deeper into the city she saw more and more flags and political slogans tapered around the street signs. ​

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The chatters of the crowds grew louder as Ashel continued on her way deeper into the city, her hotel not too far from the main city square. I guess they’re getting in their political messaging in time before Life Day. It was a common enough occurrence in years past, but she couldn’t shake off a strange feeling in the air. The last time she had felt like this was when her brother had been recruited into the Imperial military. With a quick shudder she removed herself from that headspace, this planet was far too out of the way for the drums of war to be heard. ​

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Bastion was relatively nearby, the strong Imperial sentiment spread wide around neighboring systems. And here on Artorias it’s no different. Ashel chose this planet for a reason, her stormtrooper legion background wouldn’t raise any eyebrows or second glances. She continued to walk through the streets, ever so delicately dodging large groups drunkenly celebrating something or the other, everyone appeared happy and merry. Maybe I should treat myself and order room service before they close the restaurant. ​

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The hotel was in view but before she could walk through the entrance Ashel found herself thrown off her feet. When she slowly came to for a few moments all she could hear was ringing, but slowly muffled voices and screams filled the air around her. Ashel blinked and rubbed her eyes, finding dirt and dust obfuscating much of her vision, but she soon found something slick and wet making the rubbing quite difficult. H-head wound? Ashel attempted to stand but her legs haven’t quite found their strength, in the meantime she sat and struggled to fumble through her utility belt for anything. Her fingers unfastened her old trooper canteen and began to pour its contents all over face and with the insides of her outfit she finally managed to wipe clean the dirt and blood that caked her face. ​

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Slowly she found her footing and looked around, red flames erupted everywhere and several large black marks littered buildings. Multiple explosions? Ashel though barely held onto that thought when she felt her lips taste iron. My head-wound shit. She quickly attempted to reach the hotel, thankfully the entrance appeared unobstructed but her legs gave out again. Clutching where Ashel felt was the open wound on her head, she uttered a few curses and looked down at her feet. She still had both feet, and they appeared unharmed, but she still couldn’t get them to move even with all her urging. ​

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What’s going on? Ashel wanted to scream, but if the cries of other civilians were of any indication, she should save her breath instead. ​

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[Davina Ferno]

Artorias was astir with Life Day preparations and political pepperings. Davina had come to get away from the deadliness of Nar Shadda. She walked the crowded streets, as different groups formed touting their slogans. One held a sign “Anti-Alien League! Aliens go home!,” while another stated, “Anti-Human Coalition! Stop the Speciests!” A powder ceg was forming as the Devaronian Gal headed for a local hotel. It was strange, Artorias had a reputation for peace, and now the streets of its bustling city was full of sides throwing slogans of hate at one another. It was then as she reached the hotel arch, that it happened, the sound of a blaster squeezing some bolts of heated laser. The crowd began to scream as those with signs turned them into clubs.

Then there was blast, a great cloud of smoke rising with a trail in the air. People in alleys ran frantically as more blaster fire was heard. Davina unholstered her repeater, some men in hoods & masks shouted as the rounded the corner, “Rid the alien scum! For Artorias!” They began firing, and The Horned Dancer was unsure what to do. She retreated into the hotel and climbed some stairs. Police were trying to intervene against the terrorizers, bolts flew and someone tossed a thermal detonator. BANG! Another speeder burst into flame.

What was happening? How had a this world turned into a war zone?! The Horned Gal aimed her repeater and fired at some men who were approaching a Twi’lek girl, the bolts only haulted them as they returned fire. Davina dropped behind the concrete wall and railing, she began to inch her way to another stairwell. She had no idea what to do, she didn’t want to kill anyone! This was suppose to be a holiday celebration!

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[Ashel de Stilico]

Ashel de Stilico, Stormtrooper Medic
Location: Artorias
Outfit

Ashel coughed into her free hand, not enjoying the amount of dust in the air but after a few precious moments her legs found their strength. She steadied herself upright and slowly trugged forward through the hotel doors, nearly stumbling through them Ashel caught herself against the counter. There wasn’t anybody in the main lobby, but she did her clambering down the hall and echoes of shouts. She saw a bottle of water on the desk and greedily drank every single drop of water, and with several gulps of air Ashel finally began to feel much stronger.

While her left hand maintained pressure on her head wound, Ashel could at least think properly and use three of her four appendages. She quickly climbed over the front counter desk and looked through the cabinets and other spots, Anything useful like a. . . . and there Ashel found a First Aid Kit. A rather rudimentary kit by all accounts, but Ashel wasn’t one to complain as she quickly pulled out and applied a bandage on her head wound. There was a cap, no doubt left behind by whoever was working the front desk, and Ashel placed it on top of her head to slightly protect her bandage and now she had her left hand back.

The situation overall hadn’t much improved as another explosion was heard through the hotel walls, but what really caught her attention were blaster shots. Her hands instinctively went to her hold-out pistol but relaxed as she calmly scanned the hallway and the door she had barged through to get into the hotel. Those shots were outside, you don’t remember hearing blaster shots until now. . . Ashel strained her ears as she slowly poked her head out the door.

Ashel couldn’t see anything until she turned the corner to see blaster bolts fly out of the nearby alleyway. Whoever was firing was laying down some serious fire for a civilian city, so Ashel figured it would suit her to go around the backside of the alley. Quickly Ashel ran back inside the hotel and headed towards the backdoor, access to the alley allowed her to flank around the shooters. Her holdout pistol pulled out, held tightly as she stalked out of the backdoor, her eyes scanning for anyone with weapons. The fires slightly illuminated the alley, but the blaster gave away the shooter’s indication.

Quietly Ashel stalked closer to the shooters, she looked around for spots to take cover and when she got close enough to shout she raised her pistol towards what looked like a group of four shooters.

“Halt! Lower your weapons!” Ashel shouted at the shooters.

They of course stopped and turned to face this distraction, and perhaps a second of hesitation they raised their weapons and fired at Ashel. She in turn had figured this would be the end result and lunged towards the nearby cover. I guess I just keep them honest and maybe the local police or security will show up. Ashel began to fire a few shots from her cover, she hadn’t expected to actually take them all out, especially with just her pistol. But I can’t just let them fire indiscriminately, people are hurt and need help, Medics and First Responders can’t do their job properly with numbskulls taking potshots at whoever.
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|| Davina Ferno ||

 

[Davina Ferno]

The chaos in the streets rose like a storm, bolts flying, fires rising, and people screaming. Davina reached the roof and looked down on crowds forming, some threw bottles of falmong liquid
which on impact created mini lakes of flame that spread frim the initial puddle.

Police and Security forces arrived in hovercraft and dropping down in Echani armor, and masks visors of blue light, they began to rain down rings of blue energy to stun hostiles. Non lethals were employed, as they engaged arsonists and terrorists. Arla considered just waiting till it was over, when there was the loud sound of recoil, a sniper rained down purple bolts that took out two security troopers, who dropped. The Devaronian enraged braced her repeater on the ledge and let a hail of red shots on the Sniper, who dropped down. She was in this now, as some terrorizers with rifles turned on a rooftop in their white masks to fire at her, one of her horns was hit as she fell on her face, and lifted up the repeater to fire on them. The door to her roof broke open with Twi’lek Males, one had rocket launcher, the Rocketeer stepped over her and fired at the position of terrorists, causing an explosion.

Davina was bewildered, this was a war zone! Worse! It was chaos! It was anything goes, as sides opened fire and set fires in the city. Who was behind all this? Why was this happening? These were the crucial questions and the answers were not forthcoming.

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[Ashel de Stilico]

Ashel de Stilico, Stormtrooper Medic
Location: Artorias
Outfit

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Ashel felt the increasing number of blaster bolts slamming into her cover and all around her, the situation was truly disastrous. Perhaps she had overly underestimated these shooter’s lust for damage. I thought only the Maw was ever this destructive. Just as she braced herself for shrieks of manic laughter and blades outstretched to stab her, alarms of security and police forces were finally heard. Ashel sighed in relief as she looked to see several of the shooters already taken down and their attention focused squarely on the uniformed troops.

The situation finally cleared up and this gave Ashel a chance to head back into the hotel through the back entrance. As she walked up the stairs towards her room, she quickly entered and locked the door behind her for a sense of safety. Slowly she slid down the wall she was leaning against, and her hands pressed against her bandage. It felt a tad wet and with a single groan Ashel got back up and headed towards the bathroom. Her combat medical kit dug out from her closet and she began to clean up her wounds and quickly apply a couple of bacta-patches.

Washing her face with cool water, Ashel collapsed on her bed and allowed herself a moment of total relaxation. The stress slowly escaped her body and for a brief moment Ashel felt a semblance of peace like from the start of her day. Just as it arrived her moment of respite was torn from her as several explosions jolted her upright once again. She stumbled back to her closet and pried out her suitcase and began assembling her old battle rifle and attached her vibroblade to her waist. I never thought I would want my old stormtrooper armour right now. Ashel felt laughing at the obscurity of it all, she had told the Quartermaster to throw her ruined armour away, he agreed it was beyond repair anyways.

And here I am, in another battlefield with nothing more than my rifle and an imperial blade. Ashel took several deep breaths and headed back outside to see what more chaos had erupted. Her eyes looked across the street, she noticed a couple of ruined police hover vehicles, and so many bodies with blaster marks and blood pooling into small puddles. It was horrific, Ashel steeled herself as she began to stalk across the street and scan for any obvious threats.​

|| Davina Ferno ||