Nothing Given
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Opposition: NIO | Amon Vizsla | Tulan Kor
Allies: TSE | Nida Perl
Post #2
To the engineer, the Zeltron's nervousness was translated into unease toward the inevitable battle ahead. Perhaps she was new to the Empire’s ranks, unaccustomed to the stress that permeates a full-scale invasion. The capital planet had been a beacon of progress for the nation, then besieged by those who admittedly Cara once looked upon with favor. She had felt deceived, formerly under the impression those who split from the Empire were set on establishing a fresh and new endeavor in the galaxy. Yet lives were redirected, forged into a living tool meant to satisfy an outrageous guilt.
Their purpose was inefficient. Cara hated inefficiency.
No sooner had the Zeltron answered the inquiry did klaxon blares puncture the conversation. Imminent was no overestimation, and soon the facility had begun to fill with a mixture of so called New Imperials, Mandalorians, and those from neither side. All here for their own goals, all here to take what the engineer felt like she and so many others had worked for.
They'd come to reverse their progress.
It had not been perfect, little was in the galaxy. But civilization and modernity were brought to barbarous worlds. Science, medicine, and industry flourished. The disparities between Sith and Imperial had been sutured. If Bastion fell it would be a slap not in the face of former ruling classes, but to those Imperials who drove the machine forward with offerings of blood and body. Still, through all the achievement and sacrifice, questions bore into the engineer's conflicted mind, "With everything that's happened would you approve? Could you be proud of the things I've done, Lori?"
Cara focused on the hoard inbound. Among them a fighter wearing neither Imperial plasteel nor Mandalorian iron let loose a furious scream.
"We have five squads flanking the breach on the left and right along with a center detachment further back. We're attempting a bottleneck. With the amount of bodies dropping it might slow their path," the soldier beside Cara lowered his hand from the comm, "Remember your orders." He gave her a firm nod and, though limping, took up his blaster and charged forward to meet his kin at the line.
She had returned the dip of his head then begun to face the Zeltron. Like a rabid animal the soldier had lunged but was pushed back by the girl, and from his body language it was evident that the fight wasn't in devotion to some new creed-- it was personal.
But in her eyes his anger made him sloppy.
As Tulan leapt forward Cara slipped between him and Nida. She cast forward a steel grip, aiming to seize the knee he'd intended to plant on Nida's chest. The digits of her other hand were slung forward to clamp around his grip which wielded the knife. If successful he was suspended for a moment, able to see the reflection of himself in her visor before she slammed him onto the ground.
"Messy."
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