Drifting Space (Character Intro!)

[PFC Andrew Miller]

As the fight erupted in the room, Miller and his comrades dove backward, narrowly avoiding the swings of lightsabers and bolt of blasters whizzing past their heads. The troops retreated to a low wall and ducked.

"Well we are really in deep sh1t now sir," Mike quickly peaked up and witness the group moving, "Any Ideas"

"Yeah, Hold on." Carter opened a pouch on his belt and pulled out an impact grenade, he stood up and activated it, "Nade out!" Carter chucked the grenade towards an exit a few feet behind the dueling foes, which detonated and collapsed the only visible exit.

"Take that you sons of b1tches!" Mike stood up and aimed his Carnage rifle at the troops and began opening fire as Andrew leaned down and pulled the bag he had on his back off, he quickly unsnapped the weapon which protruded from the side and grabbed on, snapping an ammunition feed into place. Grabbing the beast, he stood and rolled the cylinders of the A-1 Vulcan Rotary blaster and opened an immense amount of firepower towards the foes.

Quickly john hunched down and pushed onto the side of his helmet, "This is Corporal John Hutchings, need assistance immediately. Raider 'Transcendence', we need assistance, over. Open fire on the unidentified ship, coordinates-"

As Hutchings directed the battery from the external ship, Mike, Andrew, and Carter suppressed the enemies with a large amount of firepower, careful not to misfire at the clones. Firing accurately, hoping to break through the Sith's defenses.

 

[Venandi]

Venandi noticed how [member="Orex Mauda"] was getting angrier, grinning slightly, he hoped that some violence might occur. Idly he noticed the Jedi([member="Adonari Cinn"]) try to cause more peace, chuckling Venandi ignored him and turned his attention to [member="Ravenous"]. What that one said got an actual laugh out of him, and a chortle out of his brothers.
"Say what you will dar'jetii, but I know where I fall in all this and have every right to do as I please."

That said, Venandi made his ultimatum and began walking. It was then that [member="Ravenous"] began making his threats, but Venandi couldn't care less. He'd killed enough Force users he was confident he could handle the situation, especially with his brothers on hand. Laughing, Venandi spoke again, his voice still cold and indifferent.
"Please, let me get another lightsaber to my collection. Besides, you think it'll be so easy to just kill us?" He and his brothers laughed again, dark and menacingly. "You've got another thing coming bub."

Grinning underneath his helmet, Venandi cracked his knuckles, but it seemed Mauda had other plans. While he and his men had been walking, Venandi had accidentally bumped into him, the one person who he actually didn't want to touch, and that only because he hadn't attacked yet. But when Mauda told his men to attack the stormtroopers instead, Venandi gave a long-winded sigh. Before he could do anything though, he was grabbed by the throat and flung across the room.

Twisting in the air, Venandi hit the wall with his back, hard. Grunting out in pain, Venandi fell down to the ground where he knelt for a moment. His men aimed their weapons at Mauda while making their way towards him. Snarling, Venandi stood up himself and aimed his Z6 at Mauda, who now stood there with a lightsaber out and ignited. Glancing down to himself, Venandi made sure he was fit for combat one last time. He was, grinning, Venandi looked up at Mauda.
"So, you've finally lost your cool." Venandi chuckled, "I was wondering how long it'd take for you dar'jetii to lose it and attack. It's a surprise though that you lasted so long, so good on you bub, good on you." He mock clapped slightly, slapping a hand on the top of the Z6, producing a mockery of clapping. "Now though, no doubt you're trying to reel it in slightly and see what my brothers and I do in combat. Well don't worry, you'll get firsthand experience. I'll make sure not to kill you, it wouldn't do for me to just let one of your stature die so ignominiously, and to clones at that."

Venandi and his brothers laughed, their anticipation palpable, as well as their eagerness. This would be their first fight in nearly 900 years, and they were spoiling for it. Laughing maniacally, Venandi opened up with his Z6, firing high at Maudas face. At the same time, the ARC with the bowcaster shot low, towards the ground at Maudas feet, aiming to knock him off balance, or even injure him. Coupled with that, the other 2 ARCs spread out, with the soldier with 2 DC-15s' going right of Mauda, towards the elevator and the other people, with the final ARC, the one with the rocket launcher, moving more to the center of the room. The last 2 ARCs hadn't shot yet, but they were waiting for the perfect moment to shoot while Venandi and his brother ripped shots towards Mauda.

[member="Adonari Cinn"] [member="Ravenous"] [member="Orex Mauda"] [member="PFC Andrew Miller"] [member="Demitry Draskovits"]

 

[Mauda]

Bolts came from every direction. The Rector had engaged the Troopers, [member="Ravenous"] was occupied with the Jedi, and Orex was currently watching as a storm of Bolts came at him like a wall. Like any rapidly-changing situation, the environment slowed, and Orex decided immediately. It was nothing complex, complexity could not be afforded against the current opposition.

At every moment, a test for his former students was welcomed. The Clones that passed by his side, Orex ignored. He saw where they were going. If Ravenous could not handle a Jedi, a trooper squad, and a pair of Clones. Then he wasn't a Superiex. But he could. He was untamed power seething at every crack. He could handle it. Orex leaned in toward the Bolts. Instead of any form of Defence, he simple embraced the beast. His armour was thick Duraflex layered by his raw anger. His face was half songsteel. With his Mask against the Bolts and his shins taking a beating, Orex moved forward toward the arrogant Clones.

After only a few steps, he outstretched his free hand. Bolts tore into his gloved palm, and in response, a torrent of focused range tore forth in an invisible push. As the flood of anger forced its way into the Clones, he clenched his fist. His grip had found itself around the throat of the Bowcaster ARC and was intent on dragging it to Orex's charcoal hand.

"This is not the Galaxy you know, Clone. Your confidence is misplaced."

Orex spoke, his voice passing through a glitching Vocoder. What was normally baritone and artificial, now fluctuated rapidly between something deeper, and Orex's natural, articulate voice.

[member="Venandi"] - [member="PFC Andrew Miller"] - [member="Adonari Cinn"] - [member="Demitry Draskovits"]​

 

[PFC Andrew Miller]

The stormtroopers continued laying down fire as Hutchings screamed into the radio.

In the vacuum, just out of range of the old raider, a massive vessel popped into view as it exited hyperspace. The light gleamed off the massive bridge as the hull of the Soontir spun upwards, locking and focusing in a frontwards position.

"Cap, the wizard's doing some weird sh1t! Permission to knock out this assho1e?" Mike pulled a thermal detonator from his belt and clicked it.

"Don't, we got support incoming!"

Mike clicked the detonator off as Hutching shot up, "Everyone get to cover, big gun coming in!"

The Soontir beam charged up and fired impacting the side of the raider, obliterating the hull and depressurizing the room they were in and sucking out debris. Quickly the troops clicked on the magnetic lock of their boots and began shooting face level at the disorientated Foes.

 

[Venandi]

Venandi grinned savagely behind his helmet, this was the first time in awhile where he and his brothers could fight again. He idly noticed that [member="Orex Mauda"] seemed to be ignoring all the blaster bolts, that was just fine and dandy, meant he'd have to beat the mans skull in instead of shooting him. When he extended his hand, Venandi and his brothers knew it to be a sign of Force use, immediately they all activated magnetic boots. Thus, instead of being dragged towards Mauda, the Bowcaster ARC merely was pulled forward, but his feet remained in the same position.

Snarling behind his helmet, the Bowcaster ARC let loose another volley of shots towards Maudas feet. Venandi himself had a frown on his face, the man was more powerful than previous kills of theirs, and seemed to enjoy talking.
"The galaxy is still the same, the people within are different though. And my confidence isn't misplaced, you're what, only Master level? I've killed those before, even helped in the killing of a Council member, so what are you compared to that?" Venandi paused for but a second, his voice showing some mirth in his answer. "You are less than nothing, sure you might not have qualms about killing people, but you're still not that powerful. So, try again."

He was going to say more when he heard a shout of take cover, and then all hell broke loose. Something had shot his Raider, his Raider. Snarling in anger, it was all Venandi could do to stay on his feet, even with the magnetic boots active. Jaw set, Venandi and his men ceased fire, for their shots would only go out into the void if they kept firing. Even as air was sucked out of the hold, a few remaining systems on the old Raider began coming on, sealing off the compartment. It wouldn't be able to seal it off completely, at least not from inside. Gazing at the new window though, Venandi shook his head, that would be a pain to fix.

Turning his gaze back to the room, he coldly gazed around, noting that the "stormtroopers" were still there. Perhaps they were good for something after all, he'd find out later. At the same time though, Venandi and his brothers had brought out some close quarters weapons, those more suited to a place where gravity was whimsical and the people preferred that anyways. At this point though, Venandi wanted to fight, but he also knew that he should get his ship fixed and that the second was more important than the first. Sighing, Venandi wondered if he'd be given the chance to do that now, or if he'd have to kill everyone here before fixing his ship.