Boldly They Rode and Well [OP vs Fringe on Kayri]

[Commander Lusk]

The grenade bounced back at Rolland,using his enhanced reflexes there wasn't much time to react. The grenade was already cooked and ready to blow and to make things worse he was taking fire at his feet, there was only one more option and it was Rolland's least favorite. Up up and away, running forward a shot from the revolver clipped his leg tearing through the meaty portion of his calf, but that wouldn't stop him he jumped forward with everything he had soaring into the air. The grenade went off behind him propelling him forward also lodging a few pieces of shrapnel into the back of his armor. The zodiac armor was tough and it could at least stop a few pieces of metal from piercing it and injuring it's user.

Whilst flying in the air up to fifteen feet now due to the concussive blast of the explosion Rolland spun and glided almost gracefully as he reached into his vest and pulled out his bayonet to attach it to his rifle. He had only precious seconds now before he hit the ground, grabbing his vest again he slid out the old magazine and replaced it with a fresh one. Calculating his trajectory and where he would land with the Inteligence chip lodged in his brain he adjusted himself as he fell back to earth, with a roll he hit the ground on his shoulder and stood back up directly behind Noah and where he had taken shelter only a few feet away. Usually it was just business with Rolland but when you make him earn a purple heart. It's personal

The skull on his helmet stared at Noah for only an instant shinning and personifying the reaper himself, Rolland charged forward firing at Corek, he had no where to take cover from the fire and very little space to roll away. Firing and running Rolland sprang forward and jabbed at Noah with the six inch bayonet trying to injure' maime or even kill the man. Rolland said nothing, only wanting to bring pain to Noah He would not put up with his stalling any longer. Rolland was the reaper today, and Noah was the wheat upon the scythe.

@[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Onrai]

Objective 2: Extricate the Otherspace Drive with @[member="Lord Dissero"]'s help

"I'd rather get your assistance on the matter..." She turned to @[member="Vilox Pazela"], eying him over. "No offense or anything, Vazela, but I'm interested in meeting someone new. I've never met Dissero before, and I'd like to get acquainted with him." Turning back to the enigmatic being, she nodded. "My shuttle is nearby. The ramp should already be lowered... Care to assist me in evacuating this relic from the premises?"

The otherspace drive was terribly important to Circe. It was the key to her research.

 

[Ventasia Terana]

"Oh joy. More morons that stand in my way. Nice." The sarcasm in her voice could be picked up by a half dead refugee. Obviously, she wasn't too happy about having more than one person stand in her way, but this was how things generally worked out for her. But, with the offer of only having to deal with one, she had a chance to swing things well into her favor. She couldn't help but laugh that she was being given options on the battlefield. Ah. it was good that her face wasn't plastered into the minds of every Imperial.

"Oh, blah blah. I didn't come here for any type of 'justice'. Neither am I here for you fringers. I came for the fun...and the bonus pay, of course. And, since your dumb enough to give me the choice, and you happened to be in my way first, I''l use you for target practice. And then I'll go deal with whoever you seem to be hiding. She can't be anything to special if you two are the ones covering her backside." And once more, her antagonizing ways help things to work in her favor. Well, for the most part. At least she didn't have to barrel through a hailstorm of blaster fire.

@[member="Sargon Vynea"] @Jared Ovmar @[member="Isis Fontana"]

 

[Noah Corek]

@[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]
Before the man had come to the other side by flying over with the force of the grenade,Noah had reloaded both of his revolvers using the speed reloaders he had on hand and holstered on of them and pulled out a vibro knife the same length as the bayonet the man had and held it in his left hand while he held the pistol in his right. Noah made sure to deflect the bayonet stabs so they would hit the edge of his armor and bounce off of the thick durasteel plates.

 

[Commander Lusk]

Close quarters combat, something Rolland preferred to stay away from when it came down to it. Why waste your energy fighting with your fists when you could simply shoot them is what Rolland believed in. But he had been forced into this situation and now was only left to see it through until the end, Rolland remained silent not even to engage in the normal banter he pulled his rifle back and prepared to give another strike. He was unmatched in hand to hand combat when it came to his brothers in arms. "Armor structure still at optimal integrity" the robotic voice rang in his head giving a situation report on his armor and weapon. The tools of the project made him far superior and stronger not to mention bigger.

Rolland stood at seven foot three outside of his armor but in it he was nearly eight feet tall weighing in at over four hundred pounds and built like a house, his augmented muscles and artificial heart allowed him to oxidize blood and manage massive amounts of adranilene safely. And that's what surged through him, sheer amounts of adrenaline and precision. Moving quickly he jabbed at the man with his rifle firing a few more shots as he flung the bayonet towards his face, he aimed to kill all his movements were aimed to kill. The skull on his face remained emotionless and smudged with grime and dirt staring into Noah's soul.

Following up with his strike Rolland sent a straight forward spartan kick to capable of breaking a few ribs towards Noah's chest. He wanted to slam his normal human body against the vehicle he came in on and stun him of not breaking a few bones in the process. He was not going to lose to some normal human with a pea shooter his training and creed would make him dig deeper than that. He would be the silent taker of lives today, if he didn't take Corek's then he would at least break him and kill his men before his eyes. This was a fight where only one would be standing

@[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Noah Corek]

@[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]
Noah tried to dodge the kick that was meant to hit him in the chest,but he was too late and it still hit him in the chest but a little lower,but he could still hear the slight cracking of at least one or two ribs. The force of the kick sent Noah back into the vehicle but it gave him the room he needed to pull his revolver and fired three shots straight at the mans chest.

 

[Commander Lusk]

Target hit, Noah had been hit by Rolland's boot and was sent backwards hitting the vehicle with enough force to break his spine. Lucky for Noah he was wearing armor and kick kept his spine from breaking and organs from rupturing from the hit. Rolland was here to support his bothers not do all the work for them, he only hoped they were fairing a bit better than he was right now taking on a foe as well trained as Noah. But as well trained as Noah was and no matter how elite he was, he would fall like everyone else that had crossed paths with the silent killer of a Czar. Rolland would not break nor faultier in this fight.

Though upon kicking the man's chest in that gave him enough distance to pull the revolver and fire three shots. Rolland's sensory package and intelligence chip sets perceived the trajectory and course of the firearm determining where he intended to fire. And he was going for a kill shot. Using his enhanced speed and power Rolland shifted as fast as he could to the right, upon shifting the bullets would impact his left shoulder armor. Stopping the first two slugs the armor hit it sending him back a step or two. But the thirds slug was a bit luckier, it pierced the armor and was a clean shot through Rolland's armor and shoulder. It hurt but the Bonemer covering his hardnened skeletal structure stopped the bullet before going any further into his body and out the other side to not leave an exit wound.

After being knocked back a bit that wouldn't halt the czar he pressed back on the attack closing the distance with a few slashes and stabs from the bayonet, the elite commando and the czar were locked in mortal combat and they were going to see this through till the end. Following up with his slashes Rolland under armed his rifle placing it in the pit of his left arm. With that he gathered enough momentum to throw a punch at Noah's chin to try and break his jaw or nose if he pulled away. The czar was going to hurt him, then he was going to execute every last one of his men before letting Corek live with the humiliation. he was a high value target and they would benefit to keep him alive

@[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Arage Bao]

A booming laugh forced itself from his mouth and into the sky. It was a manly laugh, made to inspire fear and loyalty. Because a man who could laugh so freely without qualm? Well he must be one big bad.. you know the drill. He silently looked at his lightsabre for a while and then studied the woman in front of him. “You talk to much, woman. Let your saber do the talking for once.”

He gave Sargon a clap on the shoulder and then waited for the woman to make her move, she was a bold one and Jared had learned a long time ago that it was better to let them make their moves. Study their faults and then end it all in one swift attack. There was some curiosity in him though, would this wench prove to be a worthy opponent? Or was she just one of the many spouting jests and threats, but in the end no game at all.

@[member="Ventasia Terana"] @[member="Sargon Vynea"]​

 

[Dissero]

Objective 2 - @[member="Circe Savan"]

"As you wish," Dissero replied, sliding back into the driver's seat of the sled, "lead the way." The repulsorlifts thrummed anxiously under the weight of its current prospect but it glided off quickly. The Knight saluted @[member="Vilox Pazela"] as he passed the man and swiftly followed the woman along the duracrete walk to her ship. As he reached the cargo bay ramp the man reached down to energize the forward lifts, allowing a smooth transition from flat ground to angled ramp without jostling the cargo. Though his team had taken great effort to secure that great heap of historically accurate metal and wires and everything else unimaginable inbetween, it was never a bad idea to be careful considering these sorts of things. Research hadn't shown it to be particularly unstable, but he wasn't about to watch things fall apart because of a careless mistake.

Finally the sled settled into place and the man disembarked, moving to help Circe secure it for departure.

His personal comm chimed as he attached holding cables to links at the rear of the sled, "Sir, we have enemy units closing in. Requesting backup."

"I'll be right there. Don't move without me." He turned to Circe then, arms outstretched, "I'm afraid this is as far as I may go, Miss Savan. My less charismatic skills are needed elsewhere. Apparently a dragon isn't enough to scare off the peasants, but I have great faith that you'll see this darling thing to safety. Take good care of her, I've become quite attached." With a final look of casual longing for leaving his project in the care of another, the man bowed and made off down the ramp.

"I'm en route, hold out."

 

[Onrai]

A cautious nod followed as Circe linked the last support cables , making sure that the other space drive was properly secured in her shuttle. Making sure it was, she smiled, climbing aboard herself as the vessel began to lift off. It had decent enough shielding, enough to hopefully protect it from any Omegan ordnance launchers were they to attack. With that, she lifted off, entering orbit and setting a hyperspace jump to Serpena. The drive would be safe there.

And very useful.

@[member="Lord Dissero"]

Objective 2: Otherspace drive acquired

 

[Nyos Val]

Objective 2 Starport
Nyos had stepped back to catch his breath. A challenger came at Nyos, throwing punches before he was in range. The man was faster than the average human, but Nyos wasn't an average human. Nyos felt a force hitting him coming from the direction of his attacker, Nyos responded by running at the man. Using his arms to block the incoming barrage, Nyos pushed to his new target and started his counter attack. Throwing combinations of punches, kicks, sweeping cross hooks, and blocking any response attacks. Nyos utilized his augmented speed and power to match the man. Nyos was gauging his opponent, learning his patterns and tells. His augmented eye tracking every punch and kick thrown, using algorithms to decipher his opponent.

@[member="Northstar"]

 

[Matreya]

Northstar batted every blow thrown his way to the side. The cyborg was quick, and believed he could keep up with him. But he was just an augmented man, where Northstar was Anzati. There was only so much speed that he could hope to match, and the Czar was only just getting started. At half speed the cyborg was struggling to land a single blow, what could he hope to do against full speed? Agility had always been his greatest ally.

As Nyos moved closer, Damien ducked under one of the blows, spun behind his enemy and threw a Durasteel crunching kick aimed for his spinal cord. He would only be able to take so many hits from Northstar if he wanted to live.

@[member="Nyos Val"]

 

[Noah Corek]

@[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]
Noah tried dodging the slashes but the man was just too fast and ended landing some shallow cuts on his arms,nothing that couldn't be fixed with some bacta salve and guaze. When the man threw the punch,Noah quickly leaned the to right and took the brunt of it to his shoulder,cracking the armor and bruising the skin,but not enough to cause any breakage due to the armor there being thicker than the helmet armor. The man had made one mistake though,he had gotten too close,Noah took advantage of this and quickly stabbed his knife into a crack in the mans armor between the ribcage and stomach.

 

[Matreya]

Penumbra slowly circled his position downstairs. Slowly he paced, hidden from sight and Force, eyes down cast as he moved. With his arms folded behind his back, and a brisk pace to his steps, he wondered when an enemy would come...

 

[Commander Lusk]

This wasn't the first time Rolland had been stabbed, and it certainly wouldn't be his last. it would hurt but a clean cut in him would not kill him. Corek was fast and well trained, but Rolland knew what he was doing and to him that would be noah's last move. Rolland grabbed the man's wrist holding onto it firmly stopping the rest of the six inch blade from penetrating his innards so roughly Rolland had three inches of blade inside of him. Making sure Corek could twist turn or push the knife further in he maintained a strong grip on him. He didnt flinch or make noise once he was stabbed, the skull on the man's helmet simply gave Noah a cold and blank stare as if he stared past him, then only the sound of his fist clenching was heard.

Grabbing Corek by the neck where he had taken off his neck armor the savage beast of a man lifted him into the air armor and all as if he were made of feathers. He was going to end this or at least hurt Corek badly. After his short trip up Rolland pushed down the arm with the revolver in it was of no use at this close range the slug wouldnt be able to gain enough momentom to pierce throygh the armor, muscle and bone. attempting to choke slam him into the ground to knock his head and back into the dirt bellow. The hit would all but destroy what remained of his armor and even cause some internal bleeding maybe even knocking him into unconsciousness. But that would be left to see if Corek connected with the ground

He had options at least, Rolland's rifle was exposed and that was his main weapon. Rolland had exposed himself in many ways through this attack and it could be taken advantage of. He was open but it was either fight back and take hit injuring Rolland in the process or find a way out of the slam. There would not be much time and the ground was coming quickly

@[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Noah Corek]

@[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]
Noah eyes widened as he was lifted of the ground and his arms were pinned and only his legs were free. Noah saw one this though,Rollands rifle was exposed,Noah took advantage of this and kicked it down into the mud as hard as he could with his left leg. But he wasn't done,he figured that there was one place that even a super soldier would hurt if he was kicked there,straight in the gonads. So,Noah reared back his right leg and with all his leg strength,slammed the armored heel of his boot straight into the mans crotch plate.

 

[Commander Lusk]

Some of the perks of being in the project were great, others not so much. What Noah didn't realize was that Rolland was as sterile and as unfeeling down there as boy. That was taken from him from the good doctor so as he wouldn't think with his Johnson. All Noah's foot would impact were two dead pieces of flesh covered by a slab of armor. The hit connected on both parts one being more effective than the other. But that wouldn't stop Rolland, he had lost his rifle but he still had his sword attached to his back and pistol holstered on his vest.

Now it was time, Noah had used the last few seconds he had to do anything. He would impact the ground a little less hard than intended from his petty kicks of survival. But now he would learn the hard way that you could shoot Rolland, you could stab him or blow him up but you coul never stop him from hurting you. Rolland would not be stopped by a few kicks he would not let go from a comedic attempt of stopping the inevitable. The armor he wore wouldn't allow a kick to the nads to let that happen.

Now with only milliseconds Noah would meet the ground with a sickening crack and thud. He would know pain and he would know who put him there. As Rolland continued to slam him into the ground he cocked his head to the right to look Noah dead in the eyes so he would know there was no getting out of what was to come, the earth and the pain beneath him.

@[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Dissero]

Objective 2 - Securing the real Otherdrive.

The Archivist wasted no time - quick, powerful, purposeful strides carried him back into the compound, past the vault and to his lab where he picked up his remaining affects. Gauntlets, lightsaber hilt, a leather satchel, and the Truesword were all strapped to his form, and over top of it all he pulled on his traveling cloak. In the back of the man's mind his thoughts lingered briefly upon the face of a woman, but he pushed them away. He couldn't afford distractions, not now in this grand hour.

What he could afford was the assurance that the Otherdrive would soon be well on it's way out of the reach of the Protectorate. The man breathed deeply, adjusting the strap of the bag around his shoulder and gave its bulk a comforting pat. Somewhere in the unreachable realm of space, time, existence, and the Force he knew Velok was smiling.

"Wish you were here, old friend," the man uttered as he produced from his locker his last belonging - a long brass chain upon which a smallish cube trinket dangled, he pulled it over his head. Lifting it to his lips he planted a kiss upon it and tucked it under the collar of his robes. Thoughts clear, Dissero set off out of the lab and down the hall to the hangar, "Get the engines hot, boys, and prepare for departure," he said into his comm.

He made it to the hangar in less than five minutes, arriving to the sound of blaster-fire and the rumbling of ship engines. Ducking into a crouching run, the Archivist wove between ships, careful to avoid those that had taken damage and were spewing forth flames and sparks.

"Sir, the Charon is ready for launch," the metallic voice of the second Vault guard sounded through the merc's suit helmet as he appeared from beneath the nose of a fighter ship. Dissero followed his motion and quickly moved to crouch next to him, "What's the status on installation?"

"They're just putting the finishing touches on, Sir. We got held up by these goons, but nothing I couldn't handle."

"Good work, take me to it," taking an offered blaster from the Merc, the Archivist followed on the armored man's heels beneath the nose of the freighter and around the bulk. They carefully slipped between an aisle of escorts until they came to the far end where an intact and refurbished Charon ship, engines purring, met his gaze. Around it a small team of battledroids kept encroaching Protectorate droids at bay. Dissero pushed into a run, ducking behind the line and quickly made his way up the ramp and into the ship.

"How are we doing boys?" he called as he made his way into the back chamber. His team of scientists looked up and stepped back to reveal the real Otherdrive installed into the belly of the Charon beast. Dissero beamed from ear to ear and gave a dark chuckle. There was nothing more satisfying than a job well-done, and in this case two. He'd successfully fed the shell of his Otherdrive replica to Circe Savan and would soon be seeing Kayri disappear behind him.

"We are ready for take-off," one of the men responded.

"Do it," he replied, "and send a message to the Chimaera that the Otherdrive is secure."


Moments later the Charon ship's engines gave a dubious roar as it lifted from the floor of the hangar. Effortlessly it pushed passed the bolts of the feuding droids below and hovered out through the gaping bay doors of the hangar. Once free of the compound it raised it's nose to the sky and soared off into the blue. Standing in the bridge as the darkening skies swallowed them, Dissero looked to the pilot and uttered these words: "Engage the Otherdrive."

A short whining filled the interior of the Charon ship as it gave a gentle lurch and jumped into otherspace.

 

[Nyos Val]

Nyos turned with the attacker. The kick came in fast, but Nyos stepped back, giving him enough distance between the kick and his body. Nyos came back with his own kick, a sweep at the legs. Nyos spun rapidly down then back up, bringing his foot around twice, to the legs then the head.
@[member="Northstar"]

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

THE BATTLEFIELD
OBJECTIVE: PEW PEW PEW

@[member="Haven Pryde"]

This battle was to be fought primarily by PCs without interference from NPC legions, as was uniform throughout the Protectorate Invasion of Kayri. With that in mind, whatever troops tumbled out of a spaceship would be either destroyed as they entered the atmosphere or swiftly engaged by Fringe soldiers. Of course, Hannibal did not know she intended to call troops from orbit to assist her. He simply couldn't understand her from her slurred speech. Once more, he was stricken in awe while she fumbled with some kind of transmitter in a desperate attempt to call for help. Some people just couldn't handle the Hannibal Heat.

How a double-doped up woman was still retaining the coordination and agility to dance around his shots was beyond Hannibal, but that didn't matter at this point. It was still only a matter of time before she exhausted herself. Still, there was always the possibility that it could have been him just mucking up. While Haven fumbled and chattered about with her headset, Hannibal took the time to aim carefully for her right shoulder and fired twice. One shot zipped for his target, the other flew on a slightly adjusted course to the area Hannibal suspected she would leap to when confronted by the first bolt. Of course, if that first one hit, she wouldn't have to worry about the second. She'd simply be floored by the first.