Mission Chapter 2: The Holy Mountain

[Korso Rook]

Raona Cadera Careena Fett Broja Fett Tae'l Vizsla​

"Firefek," she cursed, "The working Bes'uliik are too far if we have to fight through these monsters..." she let off a few more bolts. She had to hope.

"What about the broken ones?" Korso growled.

Ghosts rippled like waves on a black shore. Every time one strayed too close, he bashed it with his shield. Torch cutters seared flesh beneath beskar but he ignored the pain. If this was the end of his song, then Korso would prove himself worthy of his ancestors.

"Have you enough forge craft to make them fly?"

Korso activated the flamecaster on his vambrace. Corpses bathed in liquid fire. It didn't appear to slow them down. Instead, the burning effigies presented a new kind of challenge. He cursed under ragged breaths. Burning hands reached for his throat.

 

[Tae'l Vizsla]

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Raona Cadera Careena Fett Korso Rook Broja Fett​

The sight of bursting crystals had driven Tae'l into a shooting frenzy as her targeting computers locked onto rolling tide of creatures, adjusting her shot's trajectory before they even left the blaster.

She had since left Cadera and the rear to Broja Fett and Careena Fett , Choosing instead to reinforce the now ailing front where Korso Rook had briefly been left to stand alone. Unfortunately, The weight of fire had been reduced as not to blast her comrade in the back by accident, though a handful of the Stygium encrusted demons were still felled by searing laser fire that pierced both their chests and the crystals on their backs.

Tae'l had hope still that she could ease the burden of fighting, though it was clear that he had already taken a beating by the time he got back.

She would have to double her efforts.

As the hall began to glow with fire and crystals alike, The young but grizzled Twi'lek would began slashing her way through with Beskar wristblades until she was near him, opting instead to grab the creatures by their greedy and flaming hands with her own crushgaunt.

Though she was screaming as they burnt the exposed fingertips, She would still rip one away from Rook and throw the undead bastard to the floor, it's sickly screams quickly silenced by the adrenaline fueled stomp of her heavily armored boot.

"fffffuck...!"

She hissed, rubbing her burnt fingers in pain, which were already blackened and oddly textured by previous burns.

The new warming sensation against her side almost went unnoticed until she threw a glance to her right, only then spotting another thing as it assailed her armor with another plasma cutter, with the next wave not far behind it.

Tae'l merely elbowed the thing's jaw before drawing her blaster again, shoving it forward to block the other's path and blasting right through frustrated growl.

"Is there a side passage- a door- something?? We may need to block them off, delay the tide! there's no end to them!"

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