Fate of the Duels (PVP Thread)

[Darth Abyss]

Wordless Abyss turned around, his lightsaber loosely hanging in his right. The sith knight made no attempt to raise the weapon for a strike, looking at the man with disdain. He came to the omega to break jedi bones and spirits. To extinguish any light until only darkness would remain. Yet this man stood there, insulting and challenging both him and his new ally, [member="Darth Ferus"]. If this wouldn't be such a waste of time Abyss would have been amused by the pathetic attempt of provocation. His left wandered to his back, pulling the pin out of one of the gas grenades on his back.

"Crawl back in your coffin old man, or do I have to make you?"

The yellow glow of his eyes illuminated through the small slits in his mask, the madness in them open to see. Spit was send flying at this "opponent", more to gain time for the grenade to cook than for any other reason. Now. In one fluid motion, the grenade was placed on the ground before him, Abyss himself throwing back his body with all his force. The gas inside was highly toxic, killing most live even after a short time of exposure

[member="Vorhi Alestrani"]

 

[Velok the Younger]

LOCATION: Room 6 (storage)
ALLIES: [member="Onley Xiangu"]
ENEMIES: [member="Mira Rekali"]

"I feel quite a few things, Xiangu. Arthritis comes to mind." He'd been sitting on a crate, sorting through components; now he stuffed some likely bits into his pockets and stood. "Ungh."

Xiangu had a point, though. There were probably two dozen Jedi and Sith within two hundred metres of this place. Sooner or later, one would stumble in here. Or the combined fleets would break through the Rogue Sith cordon and vaporize the Omega station, Velok included.

No, there really wasn't much time to sit around, was there.

Velok flicked his wrist and a simple lightsabre settled into his palm. For the moment, he didn't activate it. "Sooner or later, we'll have Jedi company. Are you as ready as your surname implies?"

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Location: Hangar
Allies: [member="Nefertari Sovint"]
Enemies: [member="Valashu Elahad"]

As he spun around, Rylan squinted through the remains of the blinding light to see his attacker had been sneaking up on him. An interesting trick, using a form of misdirection to fool him. He promised himself he would look into the idea when he next had the chance. Seizing the opportunity that lay before him, the ex-Jedi lunged forward and freed the blade from his back in one fluid motion, stopping it a hair's breadth away from the man's neck. "So, enjoying the party so far?", he asked playfully. As he held the archer at the edge of his blade, he spied a figure over his shoulder, clad in a brown robe, and his heart dropped. For the second time in only months, he'd come in contact with his fiance, yet she still did not know him. It pained him to see her when he knew he wasn't ready to return to her, but he had to keep his distance. So, putting up the facade, he flashed a friendly smile. "Nefertari, was it? I remember seeing you on the battlefield last. What brings you here? Trying to destroy this thing too?"

 

[Krenis Skirata]

Vod on station: [member="Ordo"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Opponent: [member="Darth Ignus"]
Approaching [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Darth Banshee"], [member="CT-47B"], @Irotoas, and their hallway.
Gear in bio, armor in sig
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Krenis stared through his helmet at this Sith. A Miralian, by the appearance, with the most insufferable, obnoxious attitude Krenis could remember meeting, but he had a point. This was a waste of time, given the larger situation at hand. He took a deep breath and ducked as explosions echoed through the hangar. Some people were getting a little blast cap happy a little early, in Krenis' mind, but given how quickly this space station had become a major dueling ground, it could be understandable.

But the mission came first. Not the chance to rid the galaxy of some Sith. There would be time for that later. Lots of it, by its sound. Lightsabers blazed and clashed, and his HUD was practically afire with the number of individuals making their way around the station. Almost too many to keep track of by this point. Best he could do was find some more vod and work with them. ARCs may have been engineered to be a one soldier army, but sometimes you needed multiple armies to get a job done.

"You're right," Krenis said at last, letting the rifle drop down from its sling on his shoulder. "This is a waste of time, especially your philosophizing." The armored man stepped out from the crates, watching as miniature wars raged through the metal vessel. His HUD finally lit up with some others it identified as Mandalorian and he made note of their locations. A door to a hallway stood in the corner of the hangar, and it looked like it held potential, even as its lights flickered out suddenly.

He considered, looking down at the young challenger. Sith could never be trusted. It was in their code that their ultimate service was to themselves, even above the various Dark Lords they had. But he was young and strangely even some sort of naive. He unslung the Deathreattle carbine, keeping it pointing toward the floor.

He activated the jetpack, shooting up from the ground, angling towards that corner. As he shot away, he squeezed the trigger one, sending one blast of hard sound at the young Sith. This was why he invested in sonic weaponry. Why waste time with a blaster that could be deflected when there are sonic options? He cut the pack by the wall and dropped to the floor with a roll, rifle clattering against the steel floor. It'd be a little beat up, but would be fine.

He turned to face his foe, crouching next to another starship to see what had happened with his shot.

 

[Matreya]

Location: Hangar
Enemies: [member="Rylan Thatcher"] [member="Nefertari Sovint"]

Valashu had no cognition of the woman showing up, nor of the knife coming his way. But he heard steps as they neared, Rylan's. So action was required. Well before the words were spoken, the knife brought forward, Valashu concentrated held up a hand, then made a fist which he thrust heavily downward. The resulting explosion of telekinetic energy outward moved the debris from his explosions, the fallen arrows, ships, everything aside - this was the power of the Gauntlet of Crassus. He needn't anywhere near the power required for anything, 1/10 to be exact. If a person wanted to move a single ship, they could, but with the same energy he could move ten.

Next he lurched skyward, sailing far backward until he landed a dozen feet away. By now his vision had cleared quite a bit. He was no longer wholly blind, though his vision was still severely blurry. But he could see. This was something he had dealt with before. An arrow shot from the quiver at the command from his neural connection, was caught then placed to cable. As it was drawn tight, he raised the bow, "Yes. I am enjoying myself!" He called, "Though I can't see properly!"

He released the arrow, skyward. It was now, if one had good enough vision to watch a speeding arrow, one could see it had a new colored sleeve under the arrowhead. But then why was it launched skyward? So he could capture it with his tk, and hurl it at the ground, furthering its speed with ballistakinesis. As soon as it touched down near the duo, a heavy brown gas began to spew free.

By now however, Valashu was beginning to feel the pressure built of lactic acids and like, combined with sore tissues, where the bullets and blaster rounds had connected with his vest. It was a pain, one he used to empower his drive. Though breathing was harder.

 

[Korro Kenyu]

Location: 5 Parts Storage
Enemies: Those who challenge him
Allies: NONE

Korro scoffed as he walked into the fifth room. Sneaking in through the hangar was easy, they were all focused and being dramatic. Mostly monologuing, "what is this, sixth grade larping...." Korro had one objective, an epic one, one worthy of praise.... kill... no... steal anything he could find! Korro couldn't get a hold on his greedy side and started breaking open crates, not paying attention to his surroundings. Of course he was being stupid! Korro started picking up anything his eyes could see. Not worrying about the others that might be in there.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Location: Omega Hangar
Objective: Stop the Omega
Enemies: [member="Krenis Skirata"]
Allies: None

His philosophizing was correct, however. Call it what he might, the truth was that everything he said was true. This Mandalorian knew nothing of him, or his motives, and yet he seemed dead set on fighting him. Such a waste of time and effort. For a moment he actually thought the man was going to admit that he was right. He even seemed to do so. But that was a dangerous notion, especially when dealing with someone that obviously hated you just because you were a Sith. No, he wasn't about to let his guard down against such a person. Even as the man jetted away into the silvery distance of the hangar, he prepared himself. Distance was the friend of those who didn't have the Force to fight those that did.

Sure enough he was rewarded with a blast of sonic energy which peppered across his body and sent him tumbling backwards to slide across the floor. When he came to a stop, he frowned and shook his head. Terrible. Here he didn't actually want to fight the Mandalorian, or anyone else for that matter, but it seemed he wasn't going to be given any choice but to fight. And people said the Sith were bad? Fighting was not a defining characteristic of the Sith, but it was of the Mandalorians. A people such as that had no place in his galaxy.

When he rose he found his left ribcage was extremely sore. Not from the landing, from what he could tell, but from the blast from the gun itself. He made a mental note of that. This weapon itself was going to be a danger. He'd have to find a way to take it away from him. Retreating to continue his mission wasn't an option now. The Mandalorian made it obvious that he wanted to fight, which meant he'd just follow Leos into the ship if he tried to depart the Hangar. Better to face him where he could see him than to get shot in the back trying to stop the Omega. So, fighting it was, which meant he had to take this seriously.

The use of sonic weaponry made his lightsaber essentially useless. He drew both of his swords instead. The main problem he faced now was distance. The Mandalorian had a jetpack, which meant he could leap away at a moments notice, and even hover up above for a decent length of time. That was problematic. Best course of action was to disable it. There were starships throughout the hangar. There were also crates of various sizes. Reaching out through the force, he picked a small one up from behind Krenis and sent it hurtling at the mans back, intending to damage his jetpack. It likely wouldn't do anything to the man, but that would come later.

"A terrible waste, this is. You disappoint me."

 

[Nefertari Sovint]

Location: Hangar
Allies: [member="Rylan Thatcher"]
Enemies: [member="Valashu Elahad"]

Nef was about to answer the man's question, when their enemy suddenly pulled a remarkable stunt. Sensing the arrow, and the capsule attached, there was precious little time to act.

"Look out!" Nef shouted to her ally just before the projectile hit
The telekinetic energy from the gauntlet blast had thrown her lightsaber free, and threw her in the opposite direction. Nef used the force to call it back to her belt alongside the other two hilts. While the acrobatic archer was skyward, Nefertari controlled her breath as she got up fired off six semi wadcutter rounds and sent a volley of off white lightning in Valashu's direction as she spontaneously dove at Rylan, knocking him out of range of the gas. Sure, his sword dug into her a bit, but it was better than neurotoxin.

"Are you alright?" She asked her ally, getting up and holstering her borrowed slugthrower. "Yes, my name is Nefertari; yet for some reason I feel you knew that already. Since we're both here to destroy this thing, I hope you don't mind sticking together. I dare say we would both be safer from others like this son of a bantha."

 

[Krenis Skirata]

[member="Darth Ignus"]

Kark.

That should have shattered bones and put him down cold long enough to slip into the hallway and continue the mission. But this one had to get up again. Then something struck him on the back, bashing against his shoulder pads. They took most of the back, but it still threw him off balance. Krenis fell to the side, barely catching himself with his gauntleted hand. Its metal rang against the metal of the durasteel floor. A diagnostic alert appeared on his helmet. The repulsor-pack's jets had been damaged. The anti-grav still worked, but direction flying was going to be difficult. It'd be a gamble, to say the least, lest he ended up smashing into the walls or flying out the hangar.

He zoomed in on the Sith figure, now carrying the two swords. Krenis gave a small smirk, double checking the din'uul in his left gauntlet. It was calibrated to extend just past his forearm, and should be large enough to handle a sword. His own beskad was belted in the small of his back. If it came to melee, he was ready. But now to handle the threat that wanted to throw things at him. Crates he could handle. They wouldn't get through the armor and the underlay would absorb the impact.

He let the carbine dangle from its own sling now. Best to conserve its ammunition until the kid was in closer range and it would have more of an effect. Then he could pull out the omindirectional function as well. That should take care of it so they could return to the mission. He crouched behind the other crates, crawling behind them with the hangar wall behind him. This way there wouldn't be any more surprise attacks from behind. The Sith would have to be a warrior and fight him face to face now. He double checked the Westar rifle, making sure it was still in good condition. It still worked.

He double checked the diagnostics on the pack. Systems still down. It would take some field rigging to get it fully operational again. He popped up behind the crate, laying the rifle on the top, and pulling the trigger. A rapid burst of plasma bolts sprayed across the air, followed by another, and then another. Once more, and then the air was full of them, all streaking towards the Sithling.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Seemed to have done something. The Mandalorian wasn't zipping around like a drone in the airspace of the hangar. Simple and rather pitiful effort though it had been, it had done its job. Sometimes the simplest attacks were the best. While his opponent moved, so to did Leos. Standing in one spot against a foe using ranged weapons was folly. Though he wasn't equipped with anything of that nature himself, he did have the Force on his side and a rather decent knowledge of how to use it. Not quite on part with a Lord or anything, but certainly up there for someone of his training and experience. He wasn't a pushover.

Plasma rounds were aimed his way, so he grabbed a crate and held it in front of himself before sliding in behind a stack of them. One of his ribs was definitely broken from what he could tell. It hurt like hell to move, but that just served as reason for him to continue moving. He couldn't let this Mandalorian best him. That would not only be embarrassing, but it would prove detrimental to his objective in stopping the Omega.

It was about then that he really wished he'd brought Arus and Milan along. The two of them could sneak up on the Mandalorian while he was distracted. But alas, he'd chosen not to bring them because he hadn't known what he'd be facing here. They could have been powerful allies, or they could have turned into a hindrance. So, he was left to his own devices and his skills as a Beast Master were essentially worthless inside of a large vessel such as this. What he did have was an ample supply of large moveable objects that he could throw at the armored man. Considering he was equipped with a powerful enough sonic rifle to break bone at a decent range, Leos didn't really want to get close until that gun was taken care of.

Best he could do was hope to get lucky. He peeked out the side, ducking back to avoid fire from the Westar, and then reached out towards a TIE resting on a rack behind Krenis. It took some effort, but he was able to lift it and pull it towards the Mandalorian, hopefully without too much noise so he might catch the man off guard. If he didn't squash him, he could hope to do some damage to some other piece of his equipment. If they got into a battle of blades, he'd be more confident in his ability to take the man on. That sonic rifle was really a game changer.

[member="Krenis Skirata"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s3Vzh7Q17zc​

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Location: Within the hallway separating the hanger from Computer Storage
Objective: Strip them of their life's worth
Allies: [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Enemies: [member="Cathbodua"], [member="Kami Meran"], [member="Jericho"]
Others: [member="Cerita Sarova"], [member="Micah Talith"]

Smoke curled around his form like slithering vipers, the aftermath of the explosives that he had inadvertently triggered by his monstrous rampage. Black scorches pocked his gray-green armor, but otherwise the Butcher King was unaffected by the ordeal that he had willingly trudged through. Before him stood the Jedi and Mandalorian, the former of which now had finally breached the chamber beyond while the latter remained behind to do... What? Stop him? Slow him down? Sacrifice herself? If she truly wished death then who was he to deny her request? He stood a good twenty inches taller than her, and the armor that layered his body made him even more imposing. Smoldering eyes bore down upon her behind a protective transparisteel visor and he regarded her with a sweeping gesture with his baleful lightsaber, the light from the weapon casting eerie shadows through the narrow corridor.

"Lay aside your weapon Mandalorian, and your death will be clean." His words were as harsh as his appearance, his voice the same consistency as sludge and gravel. "But continue to stand in my way and I will mar your corpse so horrifically that those who still live will known what end awaits all who block my path."

No doubt he wasn't shy about following up his threats with violence, the entire air around him reeked of decay and dried blood. His warning was all that he would warrant this child of Mandalore before he moved with surprising swiftness to advance the last few paces separating himself from his enemy, his lightsaber rising in falling to cut through the air in a verticle arc that would cleave anything caught in its path from head to crotch.

 

[The End Narrator]

Location: Room 6
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Onley Xiangu"]

Mira listened intently as she followed closely, freezing almost instantly as her signature shimmered within the Force, catching the attention of the younger of the pair. However, it appeared the Whipid dismissed it as nothing more than one of the many others who was probably in the area – at first. Mira tensed as she sensed a shift between the two of them – the air getting more tense and perhaps even a sense of suspicion arising as Velok mentioned someone stumbling upon them.

He knew, there was no doubt.

The soft beeping and tweeting of her BB unit caught her attention, and no doubt would alert the other two in the room with her as she attempted to silence her droid with a wave of her hand. Pixel wailed in disgust, rolling out into the open and spinning around before looking up at her with an inquisitive beep. Mira’s hand came quickly to her face, a soft groan escaping her lips as the droid rotated to look at the other two and then quickly back to his master. Without hesitation, he let off a blaring wail and scurried behind her.

“I’m going to take you apart and check for defects…” She shot a glance down at the cowering BB unit. The jig was up, now how to play it off? Mira inhaled deeply and moved out from behind a stack of crates and the shadows. Her hands slowly rose in a surrender gesture. “I’m sorry…” She began to stammer, trying to play it off. “My droid and I got lost in the evacuation and we were just trying to find someone to hitch a ride with…”

A horrible lie, but one that might buy her some time.

Enough time to assess the threats that were before her.

 

[Micah Talith]

Location: The hangar, left corner.
Allies: [member="Cerita Sarova"] Any people not trying to shoot at me.
Enemies: None for now.
Objective: Follow Miss Green
( Location 1 ---> 3 ---> 2 )

Yeaahhh, no.

With the way things were going crazy down that corridor, Micah was quick to take a few steps back and avoid that hot mess. In the chaos of everything, he managed to loose the slight bit of fuzziness he'd been tracking. However, this wasn't his first rodeo. Narrowing his gaze, the Talith did his best to try and avoid any further interactions. Stepping back into the hanger, he gave a small pause.

Alright, now where are you? Seeping into the Force, the Talith summoned the energy to use his honed senses to try and grasp where to go. A few seconds and his head went swiveling to the right.

If Cerita wasn't careful, he'll pick up on her again. All it took was -- wait... was that it? All he had to go with is gut instinct and the refined Force Tracking skills he'd picked up over the years. However, searching took time. Moving forward, he did his best to try and narrow down where to go and be.


Armor | Micah's Shock Gauntlets | Bracers of Salee | Cloak of Aatrox | Micah's Helm | Micah's Armor |
Trinkets | Circlet of Salee | Covenant Rings | Awesome Amulet | Micah's Force Tracker Talisman | Kusk Chwukkun: Eyes of the Dunaan |
Gear | Lightsaber | Bodo Baas Gunbelt | Morp Gun | AI-Wrist Blaster | 1 Energy Bola | 2 Thermal Grenades | 2 Sonic Grenades | 2 Cryoban grenades | Awesome Sword | 1 Oubliette Satchel | 2 Pairs of TerentAttack Cuffs |

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Next to the crates and moving up. Location 1 ---> 3 ----> 2
Allies: Me, Myself, I & apparently [member="Micah Talith"].
Others: N/A
Enemies: None for now.
Objective: Research possibilities.

As she passed the crates and moved up, another explosion in the hangar send her rocking just so. Instinctively Cerita steadied herself by pushing her off the crates next to her - the wraithcloak only hid her actions, but they did nothing to hide the results of her direct actions; so it was not a surprise when a few of the crates collapsed and fell to the side.

There were a lot of explosions, so it wouldn't be all too strange that a few crates suddenly scattered.

But with Micah's unique skill in tracking, the suspicion he already had would only be solidified... ​presumably.

The plant lady looked around for a brief moment, trying to see if anyone caught up on her little stumble, but it did not seem to be the case. Of course, she wasn't searching for a cloaked individual dogging her in the first place.

After a few seconds, she got to the first door, pushing it open and moving up the hallway.

 

[Garza]

Location: Hangar Bay
Allies: None in the area
Enemies: [member="Alkor Centaris"] at the moment
Role: Attack cus I want to see if this fool is as strong as he says he is. Luv u bby

Mandalorians and their gear was excessive. Heavy armor, large rifles. And beskads to fight force users with lightsabers. However, one man seemed a little different from the rest. He wasn't dressed up in the standard armor. Heavy armor made out of Beskar. He even carried a lightsaber with him. He was here to claim this ship for Mandalore or, destroy it. However, that is against what I want. I wanted to keep the ship here. Keep it floating and disable its systems to be looted. I could make some serious money off of this.

Looking down the way, I could see others fighting over their own parts of crap they found, or even fighting sith that happened to be here supporting the station. I guess you could say I was on their side simply because I still wanted it to be in the stars. Either way, I smiled a little as I looked over to the man. He was powerful in the force. One that was clearly going to be someone who would test my own strengths. Just because I could, and I wanted to flex myself a little.

"Why don't your boys take a hike somewhere else."

Confirmed I was talking to him, and him alone with a crimson bar of plasma erupting from the lightsaber hilt pointed directly at him.

"Why do people always have to blow up space station sized ships. I mean, why can't we just keep them, and take the recourses from it?"

 

[Kami Meran]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYJZkhcdZ1U

[member="Darth Carnifex"]

" Me keep still? " She laughed mockingly.
Kami dove in a base ball slide tossing the Ksurigama's cord around the giant's wrist and ducking threw his legs.
some tines being a skinny runt payed off,
activated her blades proto saber form and made to slash at the back of his knees.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Objective: Escape the Omega
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: Everyone Else
Equipment: In Bio

Causstik Rahn was a Trandoshan Mandalorian of Clan Vereen. He had been fighting alongside the Mandalorian fleet attacking an enemy rogue Sith frigate. Half of Causstik's squadron had been taken out when he was finally hit. His engines went out and he began drifting at an extreme speed unable to slow down. As he passed his initial target a large space station came into view. "The Omega," Causstik hissed, fear creeping into his yellow eyes. It was a large diamond shaped construct, and Causstik new nothing about it beyond that it had the potential to kill everything. He wasn't even sure what it did, besides distract him. Causstik almost rammed into a large piece of debris, but he yanked the joystick just in time and began a controlled dive towards the behemoth's hangar.

His ship skidded along the deck, sending up sparks, loosing a few pieces and even crushing a few soldiers who weren't quick enough to get out of the way. The vessel began flipping dangerously until it was finally halted by a docked enemy ship. Causstik kicked the cockpit window until it gave, then began crawling his way out of the burning Mandalorian ship. He made it about fifteen yards when the ship finally exploded, the shock wave sent him sprawling to the ground.

Causstik raised his head and rather then seeing a warzone he saw his village burning once more. He shook himself and came back to. There were Jedi and Sith fighting everywhere. Soldiers were firing there blasters or taking cover. There was lots of wounded, all of them screaming. Some screamed for there friends, others screamed for there mothers, and some just screamed to scream. Fire burned all over the place and with it came the smell of burning flesh and blood.

Causstik lifted himself from the ground and tapped his comm-link "This is Causstik Rahn of A'liit Vereen. I am headed to the computer storage room to gain access to the enemy flight codes," Causstiks voice sounded of raking autumn leaves "I am honor bound to help any fellow Mando'ade before I leave."

[member="Kami Meran"] [member="Mira Rekali"] [member="Krenis Skirata"] [member="Valashu Elahad"] [member="Altor"] Centaris [member="Ordo"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: Hangar 1 heading towards research area 2
Allies: The First Order @Iroatas @CT-47B [member="Darth Veles"]
Enemies: [member="Cerita Sarova"] possibly
Equipment: War Armour, Banshee Staff, Sith Amulet and personal shield data spike

she reached the doors to research area, she turned to others and said Hold this corridor, at all costs! She was not a knight of ren, and no real authority over the others. Though she could get through without locking the door, and she intended to. She then began to think inwards, using the force. She began feeling her molecular bonds come apart, as she then stepped through the lock door. As she got other side, she looked around she was only one in there. She felt cold after she stepped through the door, she was always did after phasing. As the cold got to core when she did, due her atoms spreading as she used the power.

She then looked around and saw computer system, then looked for a computer terminal she could use the data spike on. She wanted to download the all stations research, before this thing was destroyed. The downloading and the breaking on security on the computer system would take time, she kept eye on the door. As if anyone tried to get in, she would have stop them. She sat down on table and began to meditate, to regain her strength always keeping an eye on that door.

 

[Adson Tracyn'kemir]

Location: Hangar
Allies: [member="Kami Meran"]
Enemies: None that I know of.
Equipment: DL-7H Blaster Pistol, Portable Computer, Thermal Detonators

One of Adson's YZ-2500 transports raced through hyperspace. His goal was information, and as he didn't have any particular enemies, he hoped he wouldn't have to fight too much. After all, he was hired to all. His ship dropped smoothly out of hyperspace, into a ship cluttered mess. He kept any radar scans coming his way scrambled. And there it was. Omega. How easily the Sith had abandoned such a magnificent weapon.
He punched the thrusters in a straight line for the Omega hangar bay. The ship rattled as the shields absorbed the shots from a stray turbolaser. Damn gunners would shoot anything they got in their sights. Omega was coming up incredibly fast. Adson applied the braking thrusters. And barely slowed down in time to reach the hangar. He had to maneuver a bit to land. It was already cluttered with ships of all kinds from all reaches of the galaxy. None of them should have a personal grudge on Adson right. Okay, maybe the First Order, but it wasn't like they were the top dogs around here. Maybe he could pick up some more allies along the way.

 

[Kami Meran]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ut-kzW2Lfoc

Location near room 3
Enemy the big fooooker
allies allies do i have those?

Kammi pulled hard hopping to tip [member="Darth Carnifex"] over.
but the guy was to heavy for her. it was a matter of Mechanics realy keep the flexy taught. she braced the cord with rhe left arm try inf to bring the huge guy down even just for a few seconds.
yrt to but her allies time.