Location: Santaissa
Objective: Skirmish, Harass, Exterminate
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Tempest"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Kira Vaal"]
Enemies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Pharazon Draken"], First Order
Equipment: MKIII-Heavy Bolter,
Gorgon Web Rifle,
Magnetic Reaper, 6
Eater Grenades, On-Board Weapons Systems
Forces: Dreadwind, 33 Eldorai Guerrillas, Sanctuary of Santaissa
[member="Kira Vaal"]
The egression between Kira and the Agent, Dreadwind, had been abrupt. Separate goals, the same task. She only hoped now that the Strategic Intelligence Service Operative could accomplish her goal. The power of disinformation worked in a more compelling fashion when your side spoke first, and preferably, had more than words and a promise of candor to back up the claim they were attempting to indoctrinate.
The Galaxy tired of atrocious tyrants and barbaric persecution. It did not matter if the First Order personnel were the ones behind cross and nail, it was executed at the whim of an individual under their handling.
The cruel conduct of one, spoke for the establishment in it's entirety.
[member="Darth Veles"] most certainly was not there acting as steward of the Galactic Alliance. Whether he could be personally linked to the crime or not, adulterating this evidence against the First Order didn't even really need to come with an instruction manual. It just needed to be put out there. So fight on, [member="Kira Vaal"], Dreadwind thought.
She sprinted another corner, breath from lung heavy as she drilled on. While her SIS counter-part lived up to her end, so too must she.
She'd stashed a 220 SIG here far-removed from that Communications Tower. A tool that could be utilized to cripple the phonic capabilities of this opposing force. She only hoped Agent Vaal or some other Operative that may be stumbled across out here in the sodden remains of Santaissa had kept exercised in their frequency equations---she was quite rusty, herself.
As the Star Destroyer had began to climb, the Agent grunted painfully. Using the saggy sleeve of her cloak and forearm to shield her face from the burning engine exhaust that sweltered the city below as the Ship struggled to return to high orbit. Pebbles turned to missiles, rain to stinging glass. She barely even managed to notice the three Stormtroopers she stumbled up on under the uproar and confusion.
"There's one, " A modulated voice shouted, barely audible through crack of thunder and wisp of swirling rain.
"Tag him!"
Caught quite unaware themselves, the three men, rigid with expert muscle memory had but brief moment to react as Zylaana belted in. The one closest had his weapon slung, examining damage to his helmet that had rendered his audio communications array malfunctioning.
She hit him first.
Swift speed turned to desolating momentum of power from the lissome woman.
"Rhhhah!" She exclaimed, releasing the full energy of her sprint in to the 'Troopers chestplate--his sternum---with thrusting knee. The strength from her propulsion striking with such trauma that the helmet-less soldier
oomph'ed with gasping caw.
"Uhhghhnnnff" All air from lungs seemed to expunge in one frightful gust, his body collapsing backwards as the environment around them shuttered and wobbled from the happenings with the behemoth in the sky. His Standard Issue tore from harnessing, swerving many feet from grasp as the man hit ground with wet crunch of rock and mud. Whatever had been wrong with his helmet, he couldn't even recall while he flounder like fish on land, whooping heavily for air.
Propulsion of haste carrying her through the target, her feet landed with agility and purpose. She pushed with right foot, tilting upper-body to left angle as the next soldier vented a radiant blast of red in the silt surge that the Star Destroyer unleashed.
Athletic and with sharp intensity, Dreadwind put pressed booted toes in to divot. Springing forward once more, while utilizing her right forearm against the starboard stretch of Rifle Rail. Urging it further from body as she twist in with heavy pivot. Velocity and intensity. It's all a good girl needed. Left arm folded, her core twisted and tightened with accurate release. With her cloak in flutter, she released the entire ardor of energy in to the side of the Stormtrooper's head, right inside that small alcove where Skull cap gape between cheek and eye.
It wasn't a night ending knockout, but the man was violently jarred, reduced to timbering tree as his gun belched blast after blast of incandescent red in to the ground in a half circle pattern.
Two down, just one left.
The substratum she displayed was bewildering, but such was the level of education and instruction for Intelligence Agents. She had not earned the handle: Dreadwind for nothing, after all.
With an aqueous fluidity right arm delve behind back as the rifle waved off from aim; Stormtrooper in tow. When returned between knuckles jut a Push-Dagger, with feline grace the Operative lunge to the back of the third man. He'd not even fully come around before she was upon him, fist thrusting blade to full submersion under the Helmet and in to the back of skull with repulsive snap.
He went limp and lifeless in an instant. Never even screamed.
And gusting off further in to the night, Dreadwind vanished. Leaving the remaining two bewildered, and confused.
[member="Pharazon Draken"]
"Pauldron! Aim for Pauldron!" Shout a Sanctuary of Santaissa Rebel with bellicose force from somewhere in the smoldering west.
There was no bad reflection on Draken for leading his men in to this simmering cauldron of bereavement. Foreign boots were always at the disadvantage on the Natives soil. It was a testament of War as old as time itself. They knew this City, he did not.
Back and forth shots withered and wilted active cover emplacements on both sides. As one Rebel took to foot from back of a large dollop of decaying duracrete. A shot struck him, not so surprisingly, it was fired by the Lieutenant himself. Shining exemplification of his training and cool head in the face of this brisk waylay that beset he and his men. Trust his instincts, as he was, and he'd get his boys home yet.
In the gut it hit the man as he came full height and had been turning, searing with the ferocity of a burning Star it crafted breathtaking gorge of smoldering flesh, that lobbed through the man all the way to his weapon. Striking it in such a way that the rebounding bolt set the chemical propellant of the Guerilla's Slug Rounds off in their clip.
At once the jarring punch tore Eldorai to fleshy ribbons of gore. Peppering upwards of eight other men that had been in the vicinity with blood and shrapnel.
"By the Gods!" One howled, face releasing the floodgates of blood in to his clutching hands.
It was in that brief moment of confusion that firing from the West slowed---but did not falter in it's entirety. A brief hiccup in the volume, that would soon return full pitch.
But alas, a new threat.
From eastward buildings, as @Pharazan Draken tried to corral his men to safety. Figures came to loom in window, bottles in hand. Three came down to the street upon them. The same improvised jelly of speeder fuel and Styrofoam, a flaming rag corked in it's mouth.
A blanket of fire birthed from each shatter. With more and more coming by the second that must be stopped, lest the flames consume his entire roster.
[member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"]
The Force, it really was the preeminent weapon. Imagine the horror that would beset this Galaxy if a being such as he could brandish this aberration of Science and Logic. Oh he did. But again, things played out in the construct of his design. Well, with some minor improvisation. In the Droids initial scan of the man, he had not recognized the Singularity Mines. He could hardly be on hard on himself, they were such small things.
Color the Droid impressed.
In to the Black Hole rubble and debris unraveled to string, the very atoms that built their structure, shape and being torn from this existence. In which parallel dimension would they travel? Six-O reflected. In some mirrored reality where this World yet prospered, did a poor passerby find himself suddenly crushed to blood and paste while simply wandering the beautiful street on a sunny day?
Curious that even as this theoretical mass that light itself could not even escape the gravity of hungrily gobbled and dislodged stones from one trajectory to another. Yet the Sith had managed to escape. It was these missteps in coherence that really whirred his internal mechanisms. But then again, one might say that he and all Droids were quite cantankerous to grasp.
Dreck plumed in the sickly heat, sticking to wet surface as the the roofing panels that also had come to clap downwards left water whelmed from open skylight.
The two Stormtroopers were of minor concern, none in fact. They had already been felled with sudden lurk of ambush from the opposite flank A'sharad had fled from. They'd never even managed to grapple a good glance of the IG-Model Droid. For now, as the sound settled from falling articles of roof and building face. IGa-60 took stride to the perfect angle to scrutinize this Sith Knight from as dust and shouts venture forth from second floor.
He really needed to learn about his surroundings.
"Ahaarrghhllh!!!!!" The Eldorai cried as the vicious Hydrastaff abducted necks, teeth pulling great clots of flesh from bone before retching it's poisonous spew in to gushing wound, crying eyes and choking mouths. A sickly end, for the Guerilla Rebels.
But he was just one man.
One man, with heavy armor.
In the second floor of battered and doddering buildings.
Nine Eldorai from below looked up as grime and dust thudded from floor board. Anger sat heavy in their gut from the acrimony this Knight of the Sith unleashed upon them. Their MKII-Bolter Rifles came up, two of them with buck shot.
And just as the city began to shake, they unleashed hell through the frail surface the Sith strode upon. An attack mirrored in time by the Droid that stood quite lengthy meterage away. Loosing a barrage of Four rounds that scud through his room of death. Two in the ceiling, one that struck the outside of the the building, just below the window sill, and the fourth hit came directly for his back, center spine.
But that was the least of his worries---of all of their worries--even as [member="Ludolf Vaas"] approached, still quite some distance away one could estimate. Since they were in a stretch of shanty ghetto in the city.
As his shots sailed true, the Droid's sensors detected a strange anomaly pass over the opening portion of destroyed roofing. That Star Destroyer. Inadvertently the music tune shuttered, and changed.
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNuSD49chY8[/youtube]
Further and further it's tilt came to pitch, vast arcs of lightning tearing vivid rivers of red molten ocean over heavy plating. Even from here, the Droid thought he could see the Bridge of the vessel crumple as if single sheet of chiffon paper. [member="Tempest"] and [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] at their finest. Mere moments after it's vanish, a crack of catastrophic proportion roared the heavens.
The ground felt as though it jumped eight feet up beneath him, for a moment he stumbled. In the distance the tidal wave of loess roared. Missiles of land, some hundreds of tons large arched high up from the impact. Their little slice of acreage soon beginning to crumple and disintegrate all around them as the trajectiles of broken ground became as rain, threatening to crush and pulverize.
