Dominion Chains | SJC Dominion of T'surr

[Kranak Vizsla]

Location: T’surr, Plains near Freetown, Following Caltin
Local Time: 13:20
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Objective: A Safe Haven
Equipment: Loadout 1
Tags: Caltin Vanagor | Desbre Gensan | Beltran Rarr

The coarse soil crunched beneath his armored boots as he sprinted towards the firefight in the distance, following Caltin’s lead. He could see the fight from here. The friendlies were heavily outnumbered by the T’surr. He could see the Jetiise protect the civilians but it was only a matter of time until the gigantic, blue skinned slavers overrun them. They were approaching the friendlies from their rear. A couple of blaster bolts struck the tall, heavily muscular Mandalorian’s helmet and chest piece as they got closer. The bolts ricochet off his beskar’gam harmlessly into the air. They were out in the open after all. There was nothing they could take cover behind on this terrain. Master Jetii Caltin spoke to him as they got closer, entering the firefight.

“Be ready, they’re going to have to choose between me running by them and you in a second.”

He turned his head to look at the big guy while he spoke. He spoke with a wry grin on his face. He tilted his head to the left as he looked at him, while assuming a combat stance. His rifle was raised towards the T’surr as he replied. [“Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself.”] He wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but he assumed he would find out soon enough. And sure enough, he watched the big guy run towards and past the T’surr in a blur. “How the Haran did you-” his train of thought was interrupted as he received another blaster bolt to his faceplate.

The bolt bounced off his helmet to the side with a metallic ding and struck the ground, lifting up small chunks of dirt. He was taken unawares and stumbled backwards but he quickly recovered from the shot. With a grunt, he shouted [“Ibac garay bic, chakaare!”] at the T’surr. A surge of rage washed over him. It was time for some payback now. The Mandalorian pulled the trigger of his Westar-M5; his rifle shrieked as it fired off a hail of blue blaster bolts to the closest T’surr. The creature barreled backwards with a yelp after the bolts struck him on the chest. That got their attention. He saw them aim their blasters at him. He counted ten muzzle flashes among the T’surr, all aimed at him. Some of them missed Kranak entirely, some made contact with his beskar’gam and bounced off harmlessly. The ones that had melee weapons broke into a sprint, running at him. The Mandalorian let go of the hand guard of his Westar-M5 and reached for an AFG Type 2 from the grenade bandolier slung on his chest. He primed the grenade as he applied pressure on the priming pressure plate at the top of the grenade and threw it at the T’surr muzzle flashes. The grenade arched over the brutes and landed right in front of their feet and exploded, showering all of the T’surr within ten meters radius in a white, burning cloud. The T’surr that was caught in the radius of the incendiary device screamed in pain as the chemicals burned them.

He turned his attention to the T’surr that was running at him with their clubs and blades. They were about eight meters to his front and there were about six of them. He raised his left arm towards them, stretched outwards. The flamethrower on his left vambrace came to life, engulfing the T’surr that ran at him in flames. Four of them dropped on the ground and started to roll to extinguish the flames as they screamed in agony, but two of the blue skinned giants had managed to dodge the fires and continued to sprint at him. They managed to close the distance in mere moments. He tucked his rifle’s stock under his right arm and hip fired at the T’surr to his right while he reached for his tactical hatched tucked under his War Belt with his non-dominant hand.

Squeezing the trigger, the Mandalorian sent a short volley of blaster bolts aimed at the T’surr’s leg. The bolts made contact with the creature’s left leg. The giant tumbled towards him on the ground. his facial expression mixed with rage and pain. He landed right in front of the Mandalorian. Kranak delivered the killing blow as he stomped the creature’s neck with his left feet, finishing him off. The T'surr’s neck snapped like a twig with a sickening crack. He turned his attention to the second T’surr with his rifle raised, but he had closed the distance. The warrior reached for his rifle with his left hand and ripped it from the Mandalorian’s hand in a quick action. The rifle’s sling snapped at the force of the pull. The T’surr followed up with a powerful jab at the big Mandalorian’s faceplate, which sent him flying four meters away. He felt his feet losing contact with the ground; his surroundings turning to a blur for a moment until he landed on his back. The Mandalorian was quick to recover from the blow. He stood up from the ground swiftly, his hatchet firmly gripped on his left hand and sprinted towards the T’surr warrior. He would attempt to deliver a blow to the T’surr warrior’s head with his hatchet when he was close enough. Though the warrior featured a large, heavy mace. He would have to be careful and dodge the warrior’s blows.

 

[Desbre Gensan]

O B J E C T I V E - B - A Safe Haven​

Location: On the plains​

Equipment: Simple Jedi Robes, inherited lightsaber, light-filtering lenses, Hush-style comlink, aquata breather, liquid-cable launcher, stim pills, nutrient/food pack​

Tag: Caltin Vanagor | Beltran Rarr​

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The trip back was a harrowing one. For the most part, Des kept her lightsaber off. It was a bright spot in a dark environment, and while it was useful, it was also really good at attracting fire. She directed the freed prisoners where to move, cover to cover, not that there was a whole lot. For the first leg of the journey, they'd disappeared in the cracks and crags, but as they came down into the foothills and flats there wasn't any anymore.

The T'surr caught up with them soon after, and Captain Rarr did what he could to pin them down. Des focused on the Force, and her primary goal of safeguarding herself, their charges, and Beltran. More than once she had to use the Force and push someone over just as a blaster bolt or a cluster would pass through space where that person had been.

When she had the time, the Arkanian used the environment as her weapon. It was a trick she first learned from Master Keeva years ago. The woman had thrown pebbles, rocks, and even tree branches at her from all around while on runs in the forest. They were painful, unforgiving little missiles. The first day, she suspected her teacher had taken it easy on her. But the training became very deadly and quickly. Blaster bolts showed no mercy, and she wouldn't always be able to use her saber. And slugs from a slugthrower, well... They had their own serious challenges.

Taking a page from that book, she sent any sharp rock or projectile she could find back at the T'surr, each missile hissing if not cracking through the air. She aimed for soft targets, eyes, throats...any vulnerable point she could hit. Each one slowed the T'surr, inflicting injury or casualty. It was a desperate defense, and something, more often than not, they couldn't see coming until it was too late to react. It was more subtle than Beltran's grenades or accurate blaster fire, but it was effective and kept the fire from drawing to the freed captives.

Realizing they were nearing Freetown, she knew that was no small relief. Then Caltin's mental contact and voice came to her. That brought some relief. She did nothing but sent a silent acknowledgment while trying to keep how tired she felt from coming through the link, but she knew she probably failed a little.

There was no time to lay down. Caltin passed them in a blur. Her own Speed was pretty good, but the walking boulder was still much faster. She wasn't pushing that hard enough. Mentally she made a note about that for later. Seeing the grenade suspend in the air then detonate, Des smiled. She'd recently been learning that technique from Master Sakadi. Although she didn't quite own it yet, she could at least deliver it herself. It took a lot to do, and now was not the time to try it.

Turning to Milya Vondar she ordered the girl and her friend to see the rest of the captives back to town. The girl was a fighter, Des knew. But right now they needed to get back. Milya was an insurance policy, while she helped Master Vanagor, Beltran, and ... the Mando she'd spotted earlier deal with the stragglers.

There would be more fighting to come. Possibly days of it.

A touch of the Force helped refresh Des as she saw a knot of T'surr rushing Kranak Vizsla . He went to firing, and finally opened up with a flamethrower and the girl rushed toward him. Knocked head-over-heels, the Kranak was squared off against the last one of the knot. A white and blue blur flashed past the T'surr. It blinked as the smell of burnt meat filled the air and it staggered, before falling face forward in the dirt. Standing behind him was the Arkanian with a hard look on her face, saber held low. "You good," she asked, "That was a nasty hit."

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[Beltran Rarr]

Beltran Rarr

Location: T'Surr, Freetown
Objective: Protect Freetown
Allies: SJC Personnel, town inhabitants
Enemies: Raiders

• Armor: Katarn Mk. II Armor - Paladin Variant
• Clothing: Undersuit, Bantha Load-bearing system
• Primary Weapons: 10mm Pulse Rifle
• Secondary Weapons/Equipment:
  • Keres Hand-Cannon - drop holster-right thigh
  • 10mm Pulse Pistol - chest holster
  • Energy Buckler - right wrist
  • Tactical Vibro-blade - right boot
  • 4 x Fragmentation Grenades - chest rig
  • 2 x Hermes scanning drones - chest rig
  • Lightsaber - clipped to waist
• Spoiler: Commanding: Team Paladin

  • Lieutenant Harbok Mrawr
    • Wielding: Predator Assault Rifle, standard projectiles and incendiary rounds
    • Wearing: Katarn Mk. II Armor - Paladin Variant
  • Sergeant Jesson Doss
    • Wielding: Requiem Precision Support Rifle
    • Wearing: Katarn Mk. II Armor - Paladin Variant
  • Specialist Deklin Argos
    • Wielding: TDW Harm Rifle - Suppressed Configuration
    • Wearing: Katarn Mk. II Armor - Paladin Variant
  • 3 x Paladin Company Rangers
    • Wielding: 10mm Pulse Rifle
    • Wearing: Katarn Mk. II Armor - Paladin Varian

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~Be ready, they're going to have to choose between me running by them and you in a second.~

Beltran wasn't a man who got rattled easily, but he would have been lying if he didn't say that Caltin Vanagor 's call through the Force flooded the Lorrdian with a sense of relief. While not exactly humble, Beltran didn't think of himself as a particularly egotistical man either. Yet, he had to admit that his sense of personal destiny would have been disappointed if he died today. Dying protecting innocent slaves as they escape their captors. Many Lorrdians would see that as the pinnacle of meritorious sacrifice. But for Beltran, there were far more dangerous foes still left to fight. The Bryn'adul and the Sith. Both needed to be eradicated before he could begin to think about allowing his journey in this world to end

Desbre Gensan and her companion Milya Vondar had gotten the majority of the freed slaves out of the foothills. Now Jedi Gensan was forming up with Master Caltin Vanagor and the Mandalorian Kranak Vizsla . Bolts of red energy impacted the ground all around Beltran, kicking up dust. With another boom! of his Hand-Cannon, he put down another raider. On the left and right of him, Raiders were beginning to bypass the Lorrdian's position to engage the others.

Another bolt came in, and Beltran raised his buckler to deflect it, but as soon as it impacted his shield the unit shorted and he was hit. Even slowed by the energy shield in its last seconds of activity, the blaster bolt from a heavy repeater was enough to knock Beltran back and spin him around and onto the ground. His armor did little to deflect the powerful shot and it penetrated his gauntlet, essentially destroying his left hand.

At another point in his life, the pain that followed might have put the Lorrdian out of commission. But once more, he relied on what Darth Solipsis had taught him. Pain was to be used. So even as his lightsaber skipped away from him, Beltran was picking pushing up to his knees and using the Force to channel the hurt into power.

Raising his bloody, mangled mess of an off hand, he let loose with several powerful arcs of Force Lightening, taking a pair of T'Surr point blank and roasting them alive in front of their comrades. With his working hand, he levelled his Hand-Cannon and fired off the remaining four shots-sending each depleted baradium slug into a different raider.

Coming to a stand, he dropped the now fully unloaded hand cannon and reached out to his fallen saber, bringing it back to him with the Force. Behind his helmet, a vicious grin spread over his lips as he leapt forward into the thickest section of the advancing T'Surr. His sunset orange blade ignited in the midst of them and soon blood spilled as he struck out. He used a combination of Ataru acrobatics and one-handed Schii-Cho sweeps to engage multiples of the monsters at once.

With the Force as his ally, and in many ways his slave as well, each of his strikes felled two or more T'Surr. While those that had already passed him by continued forward to engage the others, perhaps twenty-five in all, the majority of the T'Surr suddenly found themselves stalled. Some, sensing that to approach any of the Jedi here was tantamount to suicide began to fall back in the direction of their now ruined camp. T'Surr were big, monstrous and ruthless, but they weren't stupid. They knew when to accept that they were outmatched.

A few who were too far gone in the throws of their bloodlust continued to engage Beltran, but with each death the Lorrdian dealt, his power grew in the Force. Those who were assembled and could feel the Force no doubt sensed the Darkness within him in this moment, as all attempts by the Lorrdian to hide it had long been forgotten.

Eventually, the tide of T'Surr turned into a trickle and then stopped altogether. Some of those currently engaged would undoubtedly try to rush the town, but any who did would find that the townspeople were more than ready for them. With the Rangers in command, the townspeople engaged the Raiders and took them down with their stun weapons. Where possible, the Rangers would take prisoners from the stunned enemies but those who proved to difficult to hold would not live long.

Milya Vondar would find the final part of her trip far easier and all of the prisoners would survive to return to Freetown. Only a fool would believe that the war for the hearts and minds of the T'Surr people was over, but today would stand out as a victory. The loss of Wyvern-2-0 would hurt all those who knew her, but she would be awarded the medal of honor posthumously and her memory would always occupy a place of pride for her family and friends.

Once the battle was over, Beltran would ask Kranak Vizsla for some aid with his hand. It was unlikely that the medic to fix it entirely in the field. Most likely, Beltran would need to have it amputated in favor of a prosthetic when he returned home. But for now, he would trust the Mandalorian medic to keep him stable.

Later, as the Captain and his Rangers finally took their leave of the world, Beltran would notice a subtle shift in them. Before there had been respect, and even a little intimidation, but now he sensed a growing hint of fear in his troopers. They had seen what he'd done to the T'Surr. Those who knew him best had seen the shift in Beltran and the increase of his rage and brutality. They recognized that such things were necessary in this dark times, but it still scared them.

To this, all Beltran could find within himself to think was:

Good.

(OOC: This is going to be Beltran's last post for the this Dom. As always, its been a pleasure writing with you all! <3 )