Draconis's senses heightened as a conflict seemed to erupt from nothing. Blaster fire rained down upon them. Adrenaline began to course through his body. The smell of burnt ozone was thick in the air as the laser rounds closed distance between assailant and target. He spun round with lightning reflexes to meet his opponents and his comrades followed suit. The sound of the guns discharge and storming boots could be heard as the skirmish seemed to escalate into a full blown battle. Draconis raised his shield and blaster rounds pinged off the personal energy shield built into it while his fellow initiates began to return fire. Draconis eye's zeroed in on the two enemies at the end of the hall whom only moments ago had begun firing on them. Now half his number were dead and Draconis watched as he could do nothing, his expression showing only a hint of the pain he was feeling as his brothers fell all around him. The familiar feeling of phrik and Thyrsian steel was cold to the touch as blade hilt and shield handle rested in the clasped confines of his now sweaty hands. With the adrenaline of war coursing through Draco's body he saw and felt almost everything.
"Retreat!" He shouted over the din of blaster fire.
His companions regained composure and slowly began to react as a unit would rather than a bumbling group of thugs. The remaining four began to cover each other while at the same time slowly falling back towards the drug den from which they had just emerged. Two layed down suppressive fire while the remaining two ran back. Draconis waved them along encouragingly with sword drawn while at the same time providing mobile cover with his great shield for the routing team mates. They had finally reached the door way when Draconis heard glass shatter. He turned to face the new threat while the last two Sun Guard ran for the portal. Draconis saw the cursed T shaped visor that so easily marked a Mandalorian. He had faced them on the fields of Eshan when he and Golden company layed waste to their accursed world and threw off the yolk of both Mandalorian and Echani oppression.
These people were nothing compared to the might of Thyrsus.
But even so, his mind went back for a moment. Back to that cold crusade. Mortar rounds exploded all around him throwing up plumes of smoke and debris into the air, but still he charged on. His phalanx collapsed and his fellow auxiliary were gunned down their flesh erupting into gouts of red liquid and gore as they were struck, but still he charged on. Men lay dying and screaming in puddles of blood as dirt and chit marred their armor, crying for their mothers, crying for their fathers, crying for anything... Finally he made it to the Mandalorian and Echani lines with a small contingent of fellow sword and board wielding initiates. The battle devolved into a bloody melee and so few of them made it out... It was not till true Thyrsian Legionaries showed up that they were able to turn the tide of the battle and win the day...
Draconis snapped to and his eyes spit daggers at the bounty hunter. If looks could kill the Mandalorian would certainly be dead. She charged forward and flames erupted from her gauntlets. Draconis raised his shield with only a second to spare. The flames were hot against his arm and board, beyond the safe confines of it he could hear the screams of his roasting comrades. Draconis dove backwards with shield still raised, kicking the door shut as he landed. The two remaining Sun Guard initiates looked at him with wide eyes. Draconis was furious, he had expected a simple contingent of thugs and nothing more. But Mandalorians? Never. He stood quickly and turned to face the remaining initiates.
"Dawn your armor, but remain within the confines of this place till I call for your aid!" He barked angrily, his face furrowed in deep bouts of rage.
The bouncer cowered in the corner and the servants hid behind him. None intervened as the initiates entered the rooms reserved for the spice den's personnel. They found their armor standing in a semi circle in a rear corner of the room. Draconis pressed a button on the back of his armor and it seemed to split in two, but truthfully the power armor was allowing admittance for the warrior. He dropped shield and sword as he entered the suit, sweat still beading his brow and permeating around his crevices. The suit enclosed itself around his frame and he felt the soft dura foam within begin to soak up his excess moisture. He bent low retrieving sword and shield then turned to see the two remaining initiates armed and fully prepared for combat. Using a private comm channel he ordered them again
"Rest here till I call for your assistance..." His voice was grim, but sure.
He entered the room adjacent to the hall, but his form was still shielded by the room's walls. The room was dimly lit and his visor's tactical display adjusted for proper lighting. Dust particles floated through the air and a cob web hung in the rear right ceiling corner. Draconis rubbed his finger upon the the table, which was flanked by three chairs, and brought the dust covered appendage to his face.
Disgusting.
His solemn thought came, bellying his true emotions and keeping him within the present. His tongue flicked and his helmet's HUD changed vision. The walls seemed to melt away for himself while humanoid figures became highlighted with a yellow aura. He walked to the section of the room until he was directly parallel with the Mandalorian labeled Red. He raised his shield and with a thought his jump pack sent him flying through the thin sheet of wall and barreling towards the would be bounty hunter. With adrenaline pumping through his brain time seemed to slow for a moment.
The dust exploded outward in a great geyser as it followed Draconis's now golden clad form out the previous room and into the next. Alabaster and sheet rock flew like shrapnel in all directions trailing white plumes of smoke everywhere. The fog of battle began anew as Draconis, in that fraction of second that was allotted to him, that moment from which he was mid flight and collision, activated his shields plasmatic rim. Seeking to cut through the Mandalorian like butter with shield Draconis thrusted his shield arm out ward when he was an inch away from the red warrior he sought to deal a crippling blow. His armor enhanced his strength by eight fold and his shields plasmatic rim combined for a deadly combo.
In that fraction of a second a smile began to twitch on the corner of Draconis's lips...
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