Protector
// OUTRIDER //
// OBJECTIVE // Battle of Botor
// FOCUS // Din Marren | Ryv | Gala Geert | Corala Gethsverg
The response was delayed, the attention of the Jedi Knight shifted toward the pulse of three blaster bolts headed to his center mass. Instinctively cutting and swinging the cobalt blade to deflect two away from him before sending the last into the throat of the opposing militiamen, ending him swiftly."Maynard, this is Ryv, we're halfway to the point of contact, but whatever hidden artillery they have up there waylayed our push. We should be fine, just falling a bit behind. Keep your eyes out, seems like our intel is a bit dated,"
Replying via the helmet comms, Outrider relayed back.
<"Copy, Paragon. I'll see if we can't find follow up and find this arty."> Maynard replied, shifting his gaze toward the Alliance Commandos who'd embarked with him up into the fortifications.
<" Copy, Dare. Let's try and take out the guns honed in on Ryv but yeah, I'll move up."> A far cry from the Jedi who could barely wield the saber he held with an adept skill now that crash landed on Brentaal. Luckily, the Galactic Alliance was also a far cry from the fledgling Grayson Imperium he'd fought alongside then. The Core was seemingly in better hands all around. Pressing down on the button to disengage the<<Commander Treicolt, I'm gonna try and make some noise to get some eyes off you. Think you can get yourself up on that last wall and take some heat off our advance? We're almost out of their arty range. Should be an easier push from there.>>
If Maynard was anything, he was reliable and persistent. Few could maybe take the mantle of a harder worker among the Jedi Order, even Ryv conceded that several times. Nor was he far off of being the most reckless, for better or worse. Delving into the dampener smoke he was quick to ascend the last layer of fortification.<<Don't worry about him, Pop. If the stories are true, he'll be exactly where we need him to be when we need him,>>
Fastening his saber hilt to his belt again he scaled it by hand, using the inbuilt crushgaunts of his armor to maintain an easy grip of the wall's face before he eventually managed himself into the next rampart again. Dropping a Null grenade at his feat he carried himself as an instrument of chaos behind the enemy lines. Blaster bolts piercing through the smoke that managed to hit him were more akin to a dull smack than a piercing shot. However his cobalt saber cut through it all the same, utilizing his swordsmanship for half the work load and an eagerness to delve into the gritty for the other. Showing this as he moved through the smoke and into embrace of another militia men. Twisting his body and rearing his leg up to plant a kick into his abdomen that sent him tumbling over the rampart to a less than glorious death below. A display cut short when a militiamen moved into wrap Maynard up in a tackle around his stomach.
It was move that caught him by surprise but he managed to dig his feet in and kick his foot, slamming his knee into the man's abdomen three times before he could feel the grip of his arms loosen where he'd ignite the saber through his chest once more before disregarding the corpse aside. His aural sensors caught a read on the concealed artillery position and he began to make his way along the wall toward the position.
Manned by three less than adequately armed soldiers, Maynard disemboweled one with his blade before the other two let off the controls of the gun, caught by surprise they slinked away in fearful abandonment of their posts. Slicing through the barrel of gun in a sever of orange superheated melted metal, he disabled the gun.
<"Ryv, Dare. You all should be clear to move up."> Maynard sounded out through his comms.