The stormtrooper glanced up right before backing off, rolling on the ground to get out of the way of
Alex StormWolf
who plunged from above. Alex dodged a thrown saber, but Dominik wasn't able to see it be thrown, only Alex moving out of the way of the dangerous blade. Most he could do was put a beskar-covered shoulder in the way, a bright flash and sparks flying as the blade arced and ground against the metal, the agent stumbling back from the blow. Dominik let it drop to the floor and looked at it for a second, the dead Jedi's weapon. Blazing away like she was still alive inside of it. Dominik had no connection to the force, just knew a lot about it. Some would see this as just very special physics happening to make this blade. But Dominik knew it had a higher, deeper connection. And that's all the time he had.
Aridius 'TK-1575'
Began firing his blaster. Alex blocked a few but was ultimately running for the hole, same with his girl and
Jasper Kai'el
, who just threw a stormtrooper against a wall. The blaster fire only trailed after the fleeing Jedi for a second before the advancing troopers began firing at him. Of course,
of course the
one time he brought only two guns did he lose possession of them both. The Beskar protected the majority of the blows as Dominik rolled forward and spun, keeping low as he collected his fallen
MagRifle. Blaster fire rocked his back like hammer blows, but the thermal gel and shock-absorbant tech helped his body remain unbattered. He extended his left robotic arm toward his fallen
Heavy Blaster, the weapon skittering over the rocks as if Dominik was using the force on it until it came to his hand. He holstered it before quickly throwing a new magazine into his Rifle.
And then those doors that they had tried to breach came open. A horde of white armored troops on the other side. (
FN-999 )
Current Objective: Secure Area Around Comms Tower FIGHT THROUGH
Dominik raised his rifle on the unsuspecting troopers, firing metallic projectiles at incredible speeds. Holes blasted through helmets and bodies crumpled. The amount of blaster fire directed at Dominik found it's way into the oncoming surge of soldiers, their own broken comms creating the mishap. Dominik lunged towards the hole in the wall.
A stormtrooper tackled him to the ground. There's a reason the phrase "They fell" was synonymous with dying in battle. Falling to the ground is a death sentence. But Dominik wasn't going to
die here.
Dominik rolled, raising the barrel to the top of the trooper's helmet and pulled the trigger. The projectile tore through the man's skull and out somewhere lower, pinging off of Domink's armored leg. Another trooper came running towards him, blaster raised and firing. He got a single shot too. Dominik pushed himself to his feet, firing at every trooper that got close, his armor ringing with the sounds of blaster fire and turning a dull orange with the heat. Bodies fell and he kept backing up towards the hole, and then a few troopers got wise and aimed for his hands and gun. The rifle was blasted useless and tumbled from Dominik's hands. There was no room to pull out his sword again.
Dominik surged to the stormtrooper on his left, grabbing the rifle with his right hand and punching with his mechanical left. The helmet cracked and the trooper cried in pain. His mechanical hand struck at his fragile wrist bones. They cracked and he screamed again, letting go of the blaster. Dominik took it and pushed him towards other troopers, firing at the one on his left before the one on the right sent an elbow into Dominik's helmet, snapping his head back.
Dominik couldn't see well, but in a close-quarters fight like this sight hardly played a factor. It was all feel and reactions and instinct.
He grabbed that troopers arm and pushed the blaster in his armpit, firing off the blaster. He dropped and Dominik swung his blaster into the helmet of another, staggering him before putting a hole in his head, a hole into another's knee and then his head too. His mechanical hand snatched up one of the thermal detonators he had on his belt, set it to just a couple seconds by muscle memory, and tossed it up over into the crowd of oncoming troopers. Soldiers he couldn't even see shouted and tried to scramble away before the explosive went off.
The Agent moved with speed and violence, one hand moving to grab or strike while the other pointed the stolen blaster and fired and moved on to the next, a flurry of dropping bodies, screams and smoke and fire. His armor got battered and was heating up from how many were firing at him, but the run around to get Beskar armor more than a decade ago was worth the trouble.
Dominik got slammed in the back by something heavy and he went to a knee. A trooper found his blaster not working and used it like a club, another blow landing on his helmet. The thing almost came off as Dominik's world went white for a second, but he fired blindly in the direction of that trooper. as he resecured it.
There were just so damn many.
"Jasper!" He screamed, hoping the kid wasn't too far away.
"The bag! Throw it!" He wasn't even looking towards the hole, too busy firing and dodging and killing. Fighting like this was all about feeling and instinct, and after he had dropped three more troopers he spun on a heel, left arm swinging out.
And he caught the bag as it reached him.
He kept the spin going and with a strong heave and a shout of effort,
"FLASHBANG!" he flung a heavy, lumpy bag into the crowd of troopers.
A trooper attempted to grab him in the momentary lull where Dominik wasn't dispensing death. Dominik took that opportunity to take the magazines off the trooper's belt while headbutting him, stuck the blaster against his chest, and fired. The magazine clicked empty as he fell. Dominik changed out the magazine for one of the two he stole, shot another trooper dead who rushed him, then tossed the other mag towards the area where he threw the bag, firing at it with the accuracy of an age-old marksman. The instant the trigger was fully pulled Dominik was turning his back and jumping towards the hole in the wall.
Blaster magazines, especially these kinds, don't do well with heat. And shooting them with a blaster superheats them. The magazine's gas meant for blaster fire expanded and exploded, catching the bag that Dominik had thrown. It had been stuffed full of thermal detonators meant to take down the communications tower.
The world was nothing but sound, movement, and fire. A massive explosion that probably cracked the prison's foundation incinerated and blew troopers to pieces. Dominik hadn't gone very far towards the hole before everything blew up. The shockwave picked him up and flung him away to slam into the wall. His top half made it through the hole, the force carrying him through and spinning him violently outside.
He rolled for several dozen feet on the rocky dry ground before he finally settled.
Everything hurt. His Hud was busted, flashing weakly. He wanted to take it off and get fresh air, but he reminded himself that the air out here wasn't good for him to breathe. He forced himself to breathe through the ventilators and slowly get to his feet. There were fighters coming down and shooting the blacksite cannons, Deathtroopers and others with jetpacks everywhere. He had to get out. Had to get out
now.
The blaster in his hand was toast, he dropped it as he stumbled away, using the massive cloud of smoke and dust from the world and the explosion to keep himself hidden while he looked for his exfil.
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Dominik Borra
