Bucketheads vs. Trash Pandas [Mandalorian Empire Invasion of Coalition-Controlled Utapau (Hex 53-N)]

[Laira Darkhold]

Crystal Caves
Allies: [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | @Mishel Noran | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Ember Farseer"] | [member="Damian Starchaser"]
Enemies: None

The Darkness that sprung in the warrior woman in the cave forced Orn to stop what he was doing, all of his focus no on pouring the Light into that one person, but the connection snapped and with it his connection to the others. The Jedi Master's face became an expression of regret and sorrow, for the darkness had taken over one of his supposed comrades so swiftly, so easily. Perhaps if he'd have known the woman or spoken to her, perhaps if he'd not been so absorbed with saving this Mandalorian who had come here only to kill, he could have made a difference.

With a sad sigh, the Neti returned to his work, the Mandalorian woman's eyes gleaming with tears welled in her eyelids. She did not want to die, and it was his duty to help her if he could. And he could. "This will be painful young one." Two of his branchy fingers were clamping the femoral artery in her leg, buried in her bloody flesh. With his other hand the healer reached to Ijaat. "Your medkit. There should be tubing and needles. Take them, place one in his arm's artery," His thin finger pressed against the blood vessel to show it to the man. Orn's senses had been honed over centuries, possibly millennia that the Jedi no longer remembered for how long he had existed. His experience allowed him to sense the presence of a creatures' blood flow if he so desired. "Fill one bag that we can hang from her shoulder."

The Jedi Master's brown eyes looked into the Mandalorian woman's own lipid pools, "You will live because of Ijaat. Remember that when you return home,"

She almost snarled, but fear of death was keeping her attitude in check. "I will remember. I will never forget what he has done to me." She practically spat the words, the Old Neti's smile never changing, never faltering.

"Life is precious little one, do not waste yours with hate or sorrow. You have only so many years, they should not be spent serving the memory of another, but creating memories for yourself." Orn replied with a smile, finishing stitching her wound and leaving it with a poultice and a bandage.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OzvasAJIHb4​

Crystal Caves
Allies: [member="Orn Pharr"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Mishel Noren"] | [member="Davin Skirata"] | [member="Ember Farseer"] | [member="Kaia Starchaser"] | [member="Damian Starchaser"]
Enemies: None At Current


He grabbed through the med-kit as Orn spoke, and with hands unfamiliar but steady the needle pierced flesh easily, an adhesive bandage going over the puncture site. Softly in the back of his mind, he saw his son, Quintus, sitting next to Aerin as wife and child read aloud from medical texts, or his son helped Aerin with washing bandages or treating minor wounds on a patient. There were more than a few times he had happily 'sat guard' just to watch the mother and son, two of the three lights in his life besides the twin to Quintus. And her quiet voice still spoke to him of what and how. Turning, he held the bag lower than the site and nodded to Orn before addressing the woman warrior as the blood flowed.

"Hate me if you must. I understand. And I do not hate you in return. Your ire is earned and deserved. I can forgive you for it for that reason, but know I can't truly forgive myself. Not yet. There were other ways to do what I did that would not have ended as my actions I did take ended. My mind was unhinged, but that is no excuse. I cannot change them. I will forever be the lovely titles you fling in my face. But understand this. You find me after this, for I am done hiding, and I will not deny your right to challenge me in the old manner, clansmen to clanswoman, in a fight to the end. You have earned that. All of my brothers and sisters have, by what I did. The only I deny that right to are the Vizsla, for systematically wiping my Clan to almost extinct in the Clone Wars. Blood called to blood in this affair. But I will honor it with you, to prove a point."

As he spoke, he began the process of cleaning the wounds the boy had that were less serious and waited for Orn to tell him the next step, nodding quietly as the bag filled.

 

[Tal Vizsla]

Location: Pau City, Mid Levels
Allies: [member="Malika Mantis"], [member="Yasha Mantis"]
Enemies: [member="Davin Skirata"], [member="Zesiro"], [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]


Oh good, there were more of them. Just what the doctor ordered. Tal's predatory grin matched that of katlayadr, and once Malika had put Davin on the ground his attention shifted elsewhere. Specifically to the young woman frantically trying to catch it by waving her arms about. Probably not the best tactic in the book, giving herself away instead of using her surprise advantage to attack. But then, not everyone was raised in a culture of war.

His pistol was halfway raised to fire when the very distinct, very familiar sound of a shotgun racking another round filtered through his helm's audio receptors. His eyes instantly shifted to the source of the sound, then to Malika's unarmored form between himself and the shotgun wielder.

Kriff.

From where he was he had no time to close the distance and take the shot himself, so he did the next best thing. His aim shifted in a heartbeat and the grahala'shok barked three times, sending a collective kriff-ton of energy straight at shotty-hottie's chest.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Location: Pau City Landing pads​

Objective: Yeah... that city may need some help​

Friend-a-mies: [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Ara Zambrano"]​

Allies: [member="Leo Vandermolen"] | [member="Raveem Va'ah"]​

Music!​

"I close my eyes but can't go blind
I'm feeling all the heat, all the chaos
It's gotten underneath my skin
So far to go to reach absolution
My sanity, my soul runs thin"​

So much loss, useless, unyielding, it filled him as he had nothing else to focus on as he road on towards town. The empathy of a Zeltron was a gift, but like any it was cursed as well. He couldn't turn it off as much as he wanted to, so he used it. Like a battery it collected in him like a cyclone of fire, spinning and growing with each passing second. It was at this moment the new Bothan agent came riding over. His consternation and fear of the Ren getting the best of him.

"Use it Raveem don't let it control you." Bryce said as he drew closer.

"You can feel them, the power I have stirred within them. This is because just as they the force speaks to you. We each manifest the force in our own manner, our will bending it to our needs just as it bends us to its' needs. Now I honestly don't expect you to fully grasp my words, let them grow within you. You are more than you know, more then your fear lets you be."

As Bryce was about to continue, the concentration of Raveem a welcome distraction from the death around him, a trail of black smoke leading came into view. Bryce could feel others beyond his normal site, injured but alive they may need assistance. Maybe the doctor would be needed once more before the destroyer this day. As Bryce road on he motioned for this posse to turn and head toward the burning ship. As he approached [member="Jackson Singh"] and [member="Tryp West"] would see a dozen or so Varatyl's come into view. Six would have riders upon them lead by a ginger god in a red duster and a weary Bothan at his side. This delay may also give other who pondered if they wish join the chance to do so.

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

Mid-level Pau City​

Immediate: [member="Malika Mantis"] [member="Davin Skirata"][member="Tal Vizsla"]​

Attn: [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Jorus Merrill"][member="Hylocereus"]​

Normally, Mara had an empath's edge on blaster deflection. This time, the unseen ysalamiri bubble - or some other factor - made the muzzle flash her first warning. With the shotgun in both hands, her lightsaber wasn't an option.

The gun was made of tough stuff. Three rifle-scale blasts turned its midsection to slag. Mara tossed the ruined weapon aside a heartbeat before its ammunition started to cook off. She reached out with the Force and felt nothing from her attacker - couldn't even get a clear visual. The Mando shifter had gotten off Skirata and into cover; she'd clearly had the right idea.

And in the absence of time to think, that cover could serve two as well as one.

A quick Force-leap put Mara behind the same structural element that sheltered the shifter. Deactivated saber in hand, she found herself crouched face to face with the blonde were-bear.

“Cozy.”

 

[Dax Perl]

LOCATION: Pau City, Upper Levels, en route to the droid factory
ALLIES: ORC | [member="Zesiro"]
ENEMIES: Mandalorians | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Tal Vizsla"]

Dax's lightsaber screen gave the delegates just enough time to take cover behind whatever rubble they could find, allowing the officers to fire back and protect their charges. "Halzyn, we could use some help over here!" the Marshall yelled into his comm unit, another red bolt streaking off into the air, colliding with a wall somewhere in the distance, "On your six, sir!" Dax took the briefest moment to look behind him, clouds of dust being kicked up behind a unit of ORC fighters astride their over-grown lizards. A rush of relief, however small, flooded over those who were entrenched in the terribly dangerous crossroads in which they were caught.

Yet, a mistake was made in that moment. As the Rogue looked away to see his reinforcements charging into battle, a certain Mandalorian fired a shot at the man, and with his concentration broken, he almost missed it. Quick reflexes were the only thing that saved the young Master that day as he attempted to dodge out of the way of the round.The ionized bolt of energy connected with his shoulder, sending him spinning backwards, falling to the ground. Such a pain shot through the man that he didn't even know when he collided with the ground.

"Marshall!"

 

[Zef Halo]

CRYSTAL CAVE
UTAPAU
MUSIC

"MISHEL!" Ember's shout echoed through the caverns amidst the chaos around him. The explosion of the thermal detonator somehow had faltered the deflector shield's control. Where once the terminal stood, only sparks remained. An emergency power kicked expanding the reserve deflector shield. By far weaker than the standard one and only a layer of it.

But the Jedi's focus was elsewhere. He gazed at the blood dipped blade that pierced the young teenager. Adrenaline was rising, while the effect of the Neti Jedi Master disappeared. He felt the pain on his left arm radically inclining. Ember tried to control his invigorating breathing. She could've escaped that strike, why had she not? The darkness around her had dissipated, only a calm and cold acceptance of the events. The Jedi collected himself, staggering to control the flood of emotions within.

He charged onwards, bladework shifting into an Ataru stance. Not his specialty, but possibly the only other form that was second to his Soresu. A focused grimace on his face and the Mandalorian painted as his target.

"No one would give to you?! " Ember returned back loudly while dashing with slightly force enhanced speed at the Mandalorian. "When your homeworld's cataclysm occured, the Silver Jedi were first there to aid you, only to be returned by your own leader and threatened with death." He knew that because he had been a member of the New Jedi Order during that time. "Surrender and stand trial."

Ember's control of the Force altered the environment beneath the Mandalorian's feet rapidly stimulating the prosses of erosion and creating a mini sinkhole in her feet in an attempt to trap her. Yet, this was his feint.

He called the Force to try and deaden her senses to send her into a near-catatonic state, a stasis before trying an upward slash at the lightsaber hilt holding hand of the Mandalorian. The Jedi Knight did not want to kill. His code was against it. But he wanted to see the Mandalorian stand trial and stop this menace.

Justice had to prevail.

Lives had to be saved. A final glance at the fatally injured Mishel.

[member="Mishel Noren"]​

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[member="Shia Kryze"]​

 

[Silas Mantis]

Location: Mando Ship
Allies: [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Tusk"]
Enemies: [member="Elijah Rekali"], [member="Fabula Caromed"], [member="Connory"] (sorta?)

A shaky hand slathered bacta over the gunshot wounds, the substance sealing the bleeding holes whilst the other managed to return the tomahawk to its sheathe before bringing the pistol to bear once again. He didn't waste time. Silas fired until the shield broke and limped over to the hole in the floor. The drop was going to be unpleasant, no way around it. The Mandalorian lowered himself down by his prosthetic then dropped.

He hit the deck and collapsed in an instant, anguish shooting through his body, lighting up every little pain receptor the second he touched the floor. But Silas did not stop, he could not, he would die here if he did. So he crawled until he had the strength to pull himself up and onto his feet, or foot rather, and made his way through the halls. He had to get back up, find a way to rejoin the fight.

Then the gravity switched. Hitting the ceiling, Silas let out an indecipherable string of curses as pain again overtook him, but below, technically above, him he still heard the sounds of battle. His vod were still fighting and dying, and he could not abandon them, so he crawled, through the mindsplitting pain he crawled until the gravity once again switched as he neared a stairwell and fell to the floor, pain washing over him again.

If he ever saw Connory again, he was going to shoot him for this alone. He knew better than to suspect anyone else.

Forcing himself onto his feet with the railing, Silas drew the Westar from its holster once more as he ascended towards the sound of chaos, a mixture of determination and rage driving him upwards. He was in no condition to fight another opponent head on, but he would do it in a heartbeat if he had to, he would not let them destroy the ship. He would fight them with every ounce of strength he had.

Even the broken wolf could still bite.

 

[Tusk]

Location: Rekr
Allis: Mando'ade
Enemies: ORC; An Angry Witchling ([member="Fabula Caromed"])

Someone had reversed the gravity, a strange feeling when planetside. It made him want to vomit and almost killed the battle high he was feeling. Fabula seemed unbothered by the sudden change in gravity, probably some witch magic...Or maybe she was just used to this sort of thing.

He floated up to the ceiling, which was now the floor and cursed as crates and weapons clattered around him. And then,

CRRAAHCK​

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Fabula's knee connected with Tusk's helmet. A blow while he was down on his knees, low blow, but...also fair in the Gerosian's mind. He would have done the same. He felt consciousness leave him for a second, or what felt like a second. She hit with so much force his helmet HUD was flashing red from a high impact landing warning. The lining of his helmet filled with some sort of crash foam to reduce further shock to his brain, but all he felt was a stuffy helmet and a foggy head.

He fell back and rolled until he hit a ceiling support. His eyes fluttered open in time for the rage to wash over him like a wave. He chuckled and stood up, using the ceiling support to steady himself for a second before readying himself for a brawl.

Blue blood trickled down from his nose behind the T-shaped visor.

 

[Jak Skirata]

Location: Mid-Level​

Allies: [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]​

Enemies: [member="Tal Vizsla"] [member="Malika Mantis"]​

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Vomit spilled into his helmet when she slammed into his throat. He tried to turn to the side but it still just ended up in his face. He struggled to breath, and gurgled the bile before throwing his helmet to the ground and letting the mess spill out. He gasped for air and wiped the remains on his sleeve.

The Heart of Fire.

It was his most valuable item. The focusing crystal of his weapon had been given to his father by his mother. His father then passed it on to Gil when he died, and Gil had given it to him. He couldn't let that family history go to some she-bear. He called his carbine back to him, but by the time he had gotten himself together both Mara and the She-Bear had vanished, probably behind cover.

The only target left was the Tank. He was a distance away, but...he couldn't feel him in the Force. A dangerous one that one.

 

[Tryp West]

Location: Near crash site, outside of Pau City
Allies: [member="Jackson Singh"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] Trash Pandas
Enemies: Bucketheads apparently!

They leaned against each other. Neither of them was seriously injured, but walking away from a crash like that was never a picnic. They'd been lucky- or she'd been good- or some combination of the two. Her mind was focused on the task at hand, and she didn't notice right away that he pulled something out of his pocket. It wasn't until he said something that she looked over. Her face softened.

"Dat was really sweet a' ya, Jack, t'anks." she said softly. Accepting the hull piece, she slipped it into the breast pocket of her jacket. She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Nice thing 'bout memories? Always a chance ta make new ones."

They left the wreck site behind eventually, heading up the road. It was a calculated risk- but neither of them were in good enough shape to make the trek through scrubland and rough terrain on foot. The black smoke still curled up behind them, and making good time was paramount.

"Uh, Jack?" Tryp murmured a little while later. "Dust on the horizon. Got company incomin'- weird doh, don't look like anyting mechanical."

Without knowing who or what it was, they separated without a word, Tryp settling a hand on her blaster.

"Is dat....." She muttered, brow furrowing, tone incredulous. "A pack'a varatyls?"

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Location: Mid-level​

Allies: [member="Tal Vizsla"] [member="Yasha Mantis"]​

Enemies: [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Davin Skirata"]​

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Behind cover Malika inspected the pole, finding the switch to shrink it back down and to activate the lightsaber concealed within. She left them be as someone dropped into cover beside her. She looked up to find herself face to face with Mara, head cocked and she smiled.​

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"Quite."​

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Her left hand, snapped up, bringing the top of the tomahawk sharply towards Mara's nose.​

 

[Shia Kryze]

Location: Crystal Caves - Main Mine
Objective: Crystal Caves
Crystal Cave Foes: [member="Orn Pharr"] [member="Mishel Noren"] [member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="Joza Perl"]
Crystal Cave Allies: [member="Aryn Spar"] [member="Liset Vereen"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Kervo Namadi"]
Engaging: [member="Ember Farseer"] [member="Mishel Noren"]

Spoiler: Equipment

• DT-29 heavy plaster pistols x 2
• Nadir E-Series Sniper Rifle x 1
• Nadir E-Series Handcannon x 1
• Forcebreaker Grenades x 1
• Thermal Detonators x 1
• Cin'tracinya - the Silver Flame (Beskar'gam) x 1 (damaged)
• Nadir E-Series Armour Underlay x 1
• Stealth Field Generatorhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Stealth_field_generator x 1[SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE]
• SG-1001 "Vishnu" Military Shield x 1

Spoiler: Accompanying Unit(s)

The Strix

Far above, the sound of blaster fire pattering like rain off a tin roof was the only noise now audible of the impotent fury of the denied raiders - they simply didn't have the firepower to breach even the backup shield, or the rock around it.

Below, the Strix continued to strip the mine for all the sorted raw crystals they could find.

Neither are particularly relevant to the conclusion of our drama. But both are still tiny stories in the Mandalorian assault upon Utapau.

Shia was shocked by the Jedi's words, shocked enough that it took her an extra moment to attempt to activate the lightsaber in her hand. It simply couldn't be true - they'd accepted an alliance with the Sith Empire, who clearly did not have their best interests at heart, precisely because they were the only ones to send help. But the Jedi had no reason to lie - if anything, his loss of composure sent a shiver down her spine. Perhaps the ban on the use of the Force was not such a bad idea - the horrors that could result...

She dove sideways from the crumbling platform, bringing up the blade to parry the expected assault - except the blade wasn't there - no snap-hiss, no characteristic thrum of air molecules being rent apart. Damn. A saber-lock. What a sensibly paranoid woman.

Then the stun impacted her, even as she attempted to execute her second plan and completed the total and through job of knocking Shia for six. Her cyberarm continued on it's partial instructions with mechanical speed, snapping down and grabbing the Forcebreaker grenade on her belt, wrenching the natural muscle tissue that was frozen in place along with it. But it froze around the grenade, not even getting as far as arming it.

Her natural reaction slowed, rather than stopped at once - Shia had a tough, well trained mind that had been subjected to mock force assaults to toughen it, but this was her first real assault. She might have withstood it, earlier in the conflict. But now her arm just managed far enough to prevent the strike catching her on a non-plated part of her hand (and costing her fingers - beskar threadweave or no) and sent the stolen lightsaber flying elegantly into the air between the two combatants - blade thankfully deactivated. She tried to bring the arm round and down to grab [member="Ember Farseer"], but by now her nerves were suffering the full stun effect.

If someone wanted to kill her, without her buy'ce she was completely open to the blow.

Oddly, she didn't think about that - her brain was stunned, barely aware of it's surroundings. Perhaps not in a coma, but certainly stunned insensate for a period.

"What?" She snapped with perfect clarity, the question the logical, if abrupt response to the statement issued to her. "You're getting emotional, you want to be careful, jetii." The second statement was more a consequence of the stun - almost a sleepwalkers subconcious words - she might have intended them to be an acerbic response to throw him off balance, but in her dreamlike moment they came out with genuine concern.

[member="Ember Farseer"]

[member="Mishel Noren"]

 

[Asantas]

Location: Caves
Enemies: [member="Kaia Starchaser"]
Allies: ME

She was glad and surprised a Jedi like her would accept a challenge but most likely it was because this would prevent one more Mandalorian from venturing into the caves but it didn't matter this was one less obstacle for her brother and sisters to complete there mission, She grabbed the hilt of her Bes'kad and unsheathed it quickly in time to barely block the downward swing form the charging Jedis blade but it still singed the armor a little. She went to shove her back as well as moving back herself to give some space between them as her HUD was set to CQC mode to help her gauge the Jedi's movements, she held her Blade with one hand while keeping her other hand open in a defensive posture,She circled around her before charging forward to try and do a upward diagonal swing towards her torso she was hoping for some damage but that is not always the case either way she was enjoying herself.

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

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Mid-level Pau City​

Immediate: [member="Malika Mantis"] [member="Davin Skirata"][member="Tal Vizsla"]​

Attn: [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Jorus Merrill"][member="Hylocereus"]​

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Mara ducked to the left, and the back of the tomahawk drew a hot line up the side of her head. It ripped away the bandage, revealing a similar wound, partially healed. This hadn't been the best day.​

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On the plus side, the blonde wasn't wearing armor.​

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A few other sounds could match a shotgun for gut-dropping aw-crap impact. One of them was the lightfoil activating in Mara's right hand, pointed in Malika's general direction at point-blank range.​

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SNAP-HISS​

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A burn, any burn, would be great. Impalement or amputation would be even better - assuming those injuries meant anything to a shifter. Mara followed up by lashing out from her crouch with a kick. Strictly speaking, she didn't gain much by trying to force the blonde out of cover, but she had to assume that the shifter would try to return the favor - in which case that Force-dead sniper would get a clear shot at her. Preemptively, then, Mara's goal was to make Malika move.​

 

[Zesiro]

Location: Pau City
Enemies: ME, their allies and @Tal Vizla
Allies: ORC, their allies and [member="Dax Fyre"]

The lack of response from the Mandalorian irritated her.

"Hey I'm talking to you!"

Not a subtle move this time, Zesiro knew how to use the Force and did just that. However, she didn't cast anything on him personally and instead lifted up something nearby. If there was one thing she was good at, it was moving large objects around. She had little to no finesse at times and him ignoring her wasn't polite. She tossed whatever the burning chunk of something she didn't know what it was at him to get his attention.

A familiar voice called out behind her. Knowing the owner of the voice, she didn't turn to look at Dax and kept her attention on the Mandalorian she had just chucked that debris at.

"Nice of you to show up, Dax. What the feth is going on?"

 

[Jorus Merrill]

UTAPAU AIRSPACE​

S.S. WRETCHED HIVE​

[member="Hylocereus"]​

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Stray fire spanged off the hull around the ventral hangar. Jorus flinched back, but far too slow - a piece of shrapnel crashed into his shoulder. He dropped the latest supply crate. Through the hangar servos, he watched it tumble away off-target. Pain was flooding him, too much to just work his way past.

"Hylo-" He struggled to sit up. Feth, that hurt. Noomay knelt beside him and began stabilizing the shrapnel that protruded from his upper arm. Jorus complied, he didn't have the strength to do otherwise, but his attention was elsewhere.

"Hylo. Gah." He put his back against the servo struts so the Bereth-Aku medic could get a more stable angle to work. Noomay didn't appear to appreciate the gesture. "Hylo. I think I saw her. Same color silver-blue as her lightsaber, on a ledge maybe halfway down the side of the sinkhole. Guaaahhhhh." A hypospray hissed anesthetic into his arm, but it would take a bit to kick in. "She's down there right now, fighting. Ship won't fit down there too well. There's - speeder - hoverpacks." His mouth was going numb; what had Noomay shot him with? Feth that turtle to heck and gone. "Get her home, kid."

Blood rushed in his ears, and he found it impossible to do anything other than close his eyes.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Enemies: [member="Damian Starchaser"]​

Allies: Himself​

Objective: Kill.​

The kinetic impact of the umbrella's charge sent Preliat back several feet, putting him off balance. Preliat fell to the ground with the second shot, and watched as the man began to charge him. He ground his teeth in rage and curled his fists in a rage on the ground. Preliat stood up, and slid the Beskad onto his sheath, and slid the tomahawk back away in it's proper place.

His crushgaunt adorned fists hardened, and his adrenaline soared.

With one hand, he went to catch and hold the blade of the Jedi's lightsaber- and the other went to punch him right in the sternum. Right. In. The. Center.


OOC:
Sorry it took so long.
Lifenstuff.

 

[Nok-Krah-Nin]

Location:​ Pau City, Shopping District
​Allies:​ [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] , @Vohri Alestrani ,Trash Pandas
Enemies:​ [member="Calina Ovmar"] , Bucketheads & Co.

​A satisfied smirk appeared on Nok's face as the rounds hit home. Unfortunately it didn't look like the rounds penetrated his target's armor, but a slug didn't do damage solely with penetration. The kinetic force imparted by two 7.62mm slugs was enough to knock most beings clean off their feet, and the Tiss'shar had to give the woman some respect for managing to keep her footing. This feeling only increased when the woman raised her saber to him in what seemed to be an acknowledgement. 'Hmmm, seems this particular Sith has some measure of honor in battle. How refreshing...'

With an uneasy feeling in his gut, Nok noted that Carnifex had begun using some form of dark magicks against the blind man, only to have his attention diverted by a cherry tree falling into the battlefield.

"What in fekk?! First its raining bucketheads and Sith, and now trees. What's next, a damn freighter?!"

Deciding the Sith woman at closer range was a more pressing concern than reinforcing the man fighting Carnifex and his cronie, Nok sidestepped a few paces towards Vohri and the other Sith, attempting to keep himself on Calina's flank and force her to split her focus. Once in position, he'd take aim and fire three times, once at her leg where the armor would be thinner , and twice into her torso.

 

[Quoron Cadera]

Allies: Mandolirans
Enemies: not mandolorians
Location: near a big pit getting torpedoed
Objective: not die
Assets: full squadron... for now
Location: falling from the sky

Quoron had no expectation that everyone would get out of the invasion alive, after all he and his men were pilots who dove into the heaviest fighting to clear things up yet he had no idea things would go so poorly this time. "incoming ion torpedoes" Emerald 10 shouted "I see em, take evasive maneuvers head low and see if you can escape the torpedoes there" Seconds later the torpedoes began to hit their mark Quoron dove down attempting to out run the missile but it kept coming. He felt the craft shudder and arc as the torpedo hit. He grabbed his sword unstrapped himself and ejected out of the craft. using his jet-pack to slow his descent he landed on the planet and his hopes of using his sword might not be so far fetched after all. "Mandolorian command this is Emerald Leader. I have been shot down and my squadron is down to less than half strength. I'm going to head toward the city and link up with the others. Quoron out." With that he began to head toward Pau city.