First among many (Mandalorian Dominion of Ord Canfre)

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Ord Canfre Surface
Allies: [member="Garrus Garon"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] |[member="Anastasia Rade"] | @C3-G8 "Gate" |[member="Verd Skirata"] | [member="Xander Carrick"] | [member="Anija Ordo"]
Objective: Take The High Ground

Nodding to Xander, Ijaat spun the hammer in a tight loop and let it rest on his shoulder, taking a moment to breathe and flex his arm, wincing and muttering a bit. There was some definite muscle damage from the slice, but it appeared to have missed tendons and ligaments, thank the Manda. With that assessed, he turned to Xander and nodded, limbering himself as the hammer swung down and forward, dropping into a two handed grip with a wince that he was happy his helmet visor hid, given he hated to show weakness to anyone.

"Right then... I'll lead. Left arm is busted, so when we hit the crest i'll turn and cover any incoming troops with the A-10 and my other guns, try and clear any we miss."

With that, Ijaat reached back, checking his haymaker shotgun, and clipping back the hammers on it, hearing the gun begin to whine almost like a repulsor as it charged and built up power. If he had to drop the hammer, he wanted to be able to clear space around him. And he wanted to be able to clear it fast, and the haymaker was next to the best he had at that. Perhaps the only thing better was the A-10, and he hadn't yet tried that out to its full capacity in a war time setting, so he couldn't really be sure.

Charging out from the cover he had adopted, Ijaat kicked one vong trooper violently, the wrist blaster on his armor firing once and clearing a punched hole through the enemys' skull. Then began the long haul, the hammer swinging viciously in wide arcs and sweeps, with a booming retort each time as it hit, bodies literally flying in the air as they were cleared away like rag dolls. He took more hits than he really cared to count, some major, some minor.

As often was the case, he would need to spend some time caring for his armor, and likely a trip to the medicae when this was all over. But still he hooted and fought on, driving the back-spike of his hammer into an enemy who ducked under his hammer swing and then wrenching it free, continuing his bloody assault, and eventually the battle-scarred warrior claimed the ridge, dropping the hammer next to his feet and leaning on the haft like a cane as he slumped back against a rock, the wrist blaster on his armor still ready, and his good arm reaching back to unclamp and loosely hold his haymaker at the ready... The A-10 at his shoulder began to whine, and after a moment he stepped from cover, looking back down the slope as others charged up and inspected the ridge to secure it. The job fell to him now to secure the route up with precision and suppressing fire, and he fell to it with vengeance.

"Too old for this osik, I need a breather..."

 

[Verd Skirata]

Ord Canfre ground
Objective #2 Take the high ground
[member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Ijaat Akun"]
"I am right Behind you two vode." Skirata said,having run up from behind them and hearing the plan. Knowing that this would be the perfect time to show his bravery in combat, he tossed his rotary cannon aside as it only had a hundred more shots at most. "I'll come back for you sweetheart" he said. knowing that any Vong that came near it wouldn't touch it. He drew a beskaad and prepared to make the charge with his bretheren. This was a good day so far, and he wasn't going to waste a second. "When you are ready, Vode."

 

[Garza]

Location: Ord Canfre ground
Allies: @Arri Betna | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Ijaat Akun"] | [member="Garrus Garon"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Verd Skirata"]
Objective: #2 Take the High Ground

Since the vong were mostly oppressive, and were trying to take the field by force, they wouldn't expect a full on assault being led by two men with hammers. As soon as he jumped up into the limelight and began to slam his hammer around, trying to rush the vong, I stepped out and followed barely a step behind him. Using my fist, hammer, even a few kicks to break my way past them. I could hear another behind me saying he would join in. He was clearly a young guy. Reaching out with my hand, I almost threw him forward into the battle and frey as he had drawn his beskad.

"Then get in there and fight!"

I came after him and charged the Vong. Rushing to reach the hill where we could make contact and create an LZ for the troops to come down. We were running low. Hopefully we would get there in time.

And when the Mando Akun had to stop, I just shook my head. I will not leave him behind. I let the hammer drop from my hand as I gripped onto the sling. Spinning it around like a morning star I slammed it hard in an upper cut fashion to send the vong high into the air.

"We need to keep moving!"

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Ord Canfre Surface
Allies: [member="Garrus Garon"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] |[member="Anastasia Rade"] | @C3-G8 "Gate" |[member="Verd Skirata"] | [member="Xander Carrick"] | [member="Anija Ordo"]
Objective: Take The High Ground - Secure an LZ and route to it

Watching the other two come up, Ijaat stepped out and the A-10 began to whine as he leaned the shoulder it was mounted on against the rough surface of the rock and hoped it would do for a brace. In loud thunderclaps, the barrel began to buck ever so slightly firing five bolt at a time before cycling to cool. The bolts flew like the thoughts of a vengeful god striking down his enemies, passing through all but the toughest of armor to strike down multiple foes before they stopped their swathe of death and havoc. Smoke began to rise from the shoulder cannon, and as a few vong got too close, Ijaat ignited the flamethrower on his wrist and let them taste the sweet smell of accelerated fuel and their own crisped and burnt flesh.

Finally, the A-10 ammo hopper beeped low, and Ijaat clapped a button on his armor and as the last few rounds launcher, the sturdy gun fell from his shoulder with a clank. Stepping forward, he drew his haymaker to his injured hand, and unsheathed his beskad, swinging it a few times before he turned to look at the others. There was no way he should still be fighting with the obvious injuries he had, but the old smith and shock trooper was born of war, and if he had to, he would be ended by it. Raising the gleaming beskar saber high, he pointed it down the crest, to the few remaining pockets of vong resistance, as teams voxed in positions and sweeps of the top crest just behind them.

"Right then.... Command...Time to head-hunt... Not a ton of them left... Pockets of five to twenty troops, down the east side... I'm taking two with me, we'll knock out as many as we can. LZ is secured to drop troops and gun emplacements, both of which are really needed here. We'll take care of setting up some perimeters for routes back down the hill. Akun out."

With that, the white armored man charged down the hill towards the first loose pocket of disorganized vong, making a beeline for what he took as their leader, given it was shouting and waving at the others... This would be a lot of fun, and damned if it wasn't a good test, even if it may end up being his final exam, so to speak.

 

[Garza]

Location: Ord Canfre ground
Allies: @Arri Betna | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Ijaat Akun"] | [member="Garrus Garon"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Verd Skirata"]
Objective: #2 Take the High Ground

Seeing as how the man had reached the hill first, he stood there for a few seconds. Calling in reinforcements. All the others that followed us, a good squad or so, I pointed to the ground at my feet. I was not really one to be in the position to command anyone, but seeing as how I am a Master of the force, I had experience over most of these guys. Most. Pointing to my feet, I spoke to those on the hill.

"Do not move from this ground. Hold it with everything you have."

Turning around to see Akun launch himself at one of the groups, I smiled. Seeing as how there was two of us who were clearly experienced in war, as well as had weapons that could smack everyone senseless, I followed suit. Only, As he went to the right, I went to the left. Turning to the Mando who was dressed in blue and yellow armor, I pointed to him,

"Keep everyone in line. Keep this hill and we will survive."

I turned back to the left direction, Holding the hammer in my right hand, I pulled from my belt my lightsaber. The blue blade snapping on with a pop, and the hum felt so good to my ears as I charged forward. Using my hammer to bash into anything and everything, while the saber was to protect myself against their stupid snake weapons. I even stabbed a few in the face or in the exposed joints. I would not give up, nor falter.

It was when I felt a punch against my helmet, it flew off of my head. Scraping my head and hurting like a son of a gun. I flipped my head back around to the attacking vong, and used my head as a weapon to slam it into his face. Nose bleeding now, I cut off his head with the saber. Not even a second later, using my hammer to hit another one. My vision was blurred from the hit to the head and face. However, that didn't mean I couldn't attack the giant black blobs of foes in front of me.

 

[C3-G8 "Gate"]

G8 saw [member="Xander Carrick"] and [member="Ijaat Akun"] givign commands to the other troops around them, He began to move his golden armored body towards the other troops. His blaster taking out approaching Vong quickly and efficiently. He raised his left arm and fired a small wrist rocket into an advancing wedge of troops. the explosion loud even on the battlefield. As he joined the troops defending the hill he turned to them and in his metallic voice he said in perfect Mando'a " Oya vod copaani gaan? " He swiveled back to the enemy troops and began to lay down suppressive fire as the two warriors advanced into the enemy ranks.


[member="Verd Skirata"]

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Objective: Get past Guards

Now they just had to wait for them to change again in order to get through. Once the guards started moving so would they with half in the front and the others in the back. The plan was simple enough but one thing Ana hated more than most was playing the waiting game. Every minute that went by another Vode was killed or worse tortured. Ana didn't have to imagine what was going on in there as she had lived it.

Despite how antsy Ana was she waited, for what seemed like forever, to give the signal for them to go take the compound, kill Vong and free Vode.

As she charged forward Ana chose her new silver saber over the other weapons in her arsenal. This saber was special as it was one of her own creation. It fit her like a glove and she had been practicing. It was time to put all that to good use.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Ord Canfre Surface
Allies: [member="Garrus Garon"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] |[member="Anastasia Rade"] | @C3-G8 "Gate" |[member="Verd Skirata"] | [member="Xander Carrick"] | [member="Anija Ordo"]
Objective: Take The High Ground - Securing access routes

Having charged off, Ijaat began firing the haymaker in his off-hand as he neared the vong, stunning or staggering them, some of them even clutching their heads or dropping to their knees as repeated bursts of sonic energy hit them. Nothing he did killed such beasts, the haymaker wasn't that powerful, but he had certainly stunned and weakened them, and that was the plan really. As he charged in to the now very angry and scattered vong, he raised his saber high in challenge and clipped his haymaker back into it's mag clamp and swung, the first strike aiming right for a hapless vong on the ground clutching it's head.

The strike descended like swift just, fury powering Ijaat's limbs beyond what their tired aching muscles said he was capable of, and he sheared the head of the powerless enemy right off, the upstroke cleaving a second from groin to navel, a spartan style kick dislodging the disgusting thing from his saber as a quick spin and yell backed the other vong up a step in confusion at how this man continually defied them despite the blood slicking his armor and despite his own pain and injuries. He was not so weak as they assumed and expected, and he was powered by rage and decades of warfare experience, and to top it all off he really wanted a karking drink, and they were in his way to such.

Without waiting for a response, silent now, Ijaat dove into a roll and hamstrung one vong and moved to the next, ready to die finally, feeling a little woozy actually from blood loss, but still pushing himself through the pain and disorientation.

 

[Verd Skirata]

Verd charged the Vong and gave them everything he had. He hammered through their living armor to deliver bone crushing blows, he had recieved quite a few injuries himself, but he had to keep pushing forward with his brothers. He drew one of his verpine shatter pistols in his offhand, and used that to target some of the vong who were farther out than a few yards. when that ran out of ammunition, he holstered it and continued his charge against the seemingly endless wave of vong. finally he and his brothers had broken through the main lines and had a chance to regroup and reinforcements had arrived. He quickly reloaded his pistol and listened to [member="Xander Carrick"] give the orders to maintain the high ground. This told him what he had to do, and seeing as to how he was already running low on supplies, he knew he had to fight harder. He had saved some thermal detonators for when he needed them, and decided the time was now. He threw 2 of the four he had into pockets of vong, then charged the monsters. "For Mandalore!" he yelled a battle cry, not knowing if he would come out the other side. It was in this moment that it seemed like time slowed down for him. He knew where every blow was coming and was able to avoid the most damaging wounds. He hurled himself at a mob of Vong next to his fellow warriors, hacking and slashing for all he was worth. There were no stimulants that could achieve this potency, all he knew was this was a valuable opportunity. He took a heavy blow to the chest piece from an enemy, that had knocked him to the ground. The next thing he knew the vong scum had lept onto him and was using his amphistaff to slice his head off. catching the blow with his beskaad, he managed to throw a punch straight to his opponent's trachea, crushing it instantly. he threw the bastard back off of him and continued the fight. Not one thing was getting past him today.
[member="Ijaat Akun"] | @C3-G8 "Gate"

 

[Garza]

Location: Ord Canfre ground
Allies: @Arri Betna | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Ijaat Akun"] | [member="Garrus Garon"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Verd Skirata"] | @C3-G8 "Gate" |
Objective: #2 Take the High Ground
Music Selection: JT Machinima - Legend

Those who stayed back at the top of the hill were to hold it. Use their rifles from a range to pick them off, while some of us were down towards the bottom keeping them at bay literally. I could hear firing over my shoulders, and watched as I was about to smack my hammer into a Vong slave when a blaster shot smacked into his face before my hammer could.

I smiled and continued on. I saw off to the side of my vision Akun as he was fighting them the best he could. I was doing fine, but there was another Mando who had been hit to the ground. Smacking another vong that got into my way, I rushed over to the man. No clue on what his name was. Just by his armor description, I called him blue.

"Blue, Follow my lead."

I then rushed forward. Trying to reach over to where Akun was. Rushing forward in my black battle armor I fell to slide using my saber to kick out the feat from a Vong, before rising with my hammer to slam it into it's chin. Literally hitting him with enough force to send him up into the air a good few feet. For us to be successful we needed to team up and form a line with just the three of us.

Strength in number right? Reaching Akun, I slammed my hammer down on the next victim.

"Lets make a last stand right here."

I turned and faced a vong slave that was rushing me. However, before his weapon could even reach anywhere near me, I had done a Spartan kick right into it's chest. Feeling the bones crack beneath my boot as he went flying back into another one. Once more, I got back into the fight.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Ord Canfre Surface
Allies: [member="Garrus Garon"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] |[member="Anastasia Rade"] | @C3-G8 "Gate" |[member="Verd Skirata"] | [member="Xander Carrick"] | [member="Anija Ordo"]
Objective: Take The High Ground - Don't Die!

Winded didn't even cover it, but Ijaat stood and swung as a vong knocked the saber from his hand. The punch landed with a brutal crunch of a crushgauntleted hand against the face of his opponent. Moments after Ijaat reached out and caught the throat of that same enemy and squeezed down tight on the beastial neck of it, the audible crunch and pop signaling he had quite literally snapped the neck of the thing. With a push he shoved the body away from him and watched as it tumbled down the slope to the foot of the vong leader of this particular group, who looked up at Ijaat with seething hatred in it's narrowed eyes.

Smiling, Ijaat bent and picked up his saber, swinging it up to rest on his shoulder as he noticed the remaining vong were regrouping for a charge towards him and his two allies. At some point, his visor had become cracked, and he pulled his helmet off, clipping the jaig eyed bucket to his belt before it just simply fell off, missing the clamp and clattering to the ground. Ijaat left it where it lay, shaking off sweat matted hair and pointing his saber at the leader in a challenge, his bad arm raising just enough to make a rather rude and crude gesture towards the vong, laughing with a smirk that reflected in deadened, darkening eyes.

With a sure stride, Ijaat began walking towards the vong, rolling his shoulders and flicking his saber down and to the side in a posture of ready, nodding silently. He spoke only sparingly, enough for Xander and the other one.

"Well come on vode... We have a nice big bad to kill... Hey blue, watch our backs while we cut the head off this snake... And if I fall, pick up my sword and kill the bastard..."

 

[Laith Varad*]

Location: Ord Canfre Surface
Objective: Assist with the High Ground (Cameo Appearance)
Allies: [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Xander Carrick"] @C3-G8 "Gate"

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...amidst all the fighting on Ord Canfre a lone Mandalorian engaged a patrol of Vong that had been attempting to circle back around behind the high ground of the hills to flank his allied forces. Blaster Rifle aimed he'd lay down a suppressive fire on the Vong, firing a barrage into their ranks to keep them at bay, while hunkering down behind some cover and relying on his superior training and the will to survive to see him through the day. Laith usually only arrived on any battlefield after the matter of payment was settled however on this day, at this time, he felt obligated to help his people win the battle and retake their lost territories. Using an outcrop of rocks as cover he crouched down, trading shots with several Vong despite the fact they were slowly advancing...

...the advanced optics of his hud equipped with a friend/foe designator allowed Laith to keep tabs on his opponents who were slowly creeping up on his position. "Damn Vong are dug in like ticks."...he muttered to himself before drawing his Blaster Rifle back and shouldering it to his right. Once this was done he'd reach to his belt, remove a fragmentation grenade which was primed and then hurl it into their ranks. An explosion ripped through the area next and though Laith couldn't see if he'd been successful or not he saw two of the designators in his hud flash and then disappear from view indicating he had, at least, incapacitated some of the enemy. The Blaster Rifle came back out moments later, steadied against the crevice of his right shoulder and aimed ahead as he took aim and fired into their ranks again...

...accessing the comms on a local frequency Laith would have stated..."We have heavy fire on the fall back side of the high ground. Be advised the Vong are attempting a push but we are holding them off."...he knew there were other Mandalorians in the vicinity however he wasn't exactly sure as to their whereabouts which would keep him guessing for awhile. Regardless the Mercenary was here for the specific purpose of holding ground against the Vong and assisting his cohorts in capturing the objective of the high ground. Beside him a loud explosion tore up some of the earth, Laith fell backwards and only the noise dampeners of his helm assisted his ears from ringing but his bell was still rung...

...laying there, blinking his eyes behind his helm, Laith had no idea what had just happened but he told himself in the back of his mind that he needed to move a dozen times quickly before saying it out loud..."Get up."...then he was rolling onto his side and climbing back onto his feet again. Trading fire with the Vong he thought he might have down another one before moving to a different location to keep them guessing so that they wouldn't be able to maneuver around him successfully...​

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: Ord Canfre Surface
Allies: [member="Garrus Garon"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] |[member="Ijaat Akun"] | @C3-G8 "Gate" |[member="Verd Skirata"] | [member="Xander Carrick"] | [member="Anija Ordo"]
Objective: Recuse Vode

Ana could hear though the comm that things were not going too well in other areas of the planet. While she would normally be one to help Ana had her own objective to attend to as she was currently tearing her way through the mass of Vong whom were headed directly in her direction.

She had never been that good when it came to using it so this she considered to be good practice deflecting bolts and sometimes not. When she didn't they would ping off her armor which only served to remind her that it would need to be fixed once she got back. It had taken her forever to make it and she reckoned it would take awhile to repair.

Making her way into the compound she quickly looked for the control room. There she would be able to find the holding cells. Ana was lucky as a few of the older ones ran head and had taken the control room already so when she got there the Vong were dead and the location already found.

"I'm Ana and I'm here to rescue you. Come on!" She stated as she opened one of the doors of the cells. She motioned before leaving the open door to go to another.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

@Dredge. Dredge. Dredge. Dredge. Dredge. Dredge. He was here. He was not here. He was in his head. He was around him. He could feel him. Smell him. Taste the warm blood that had caressed his face. Preliat began blinking rapidly, his body shifting rapidly. His heartbeat accelerated, his breathing dipped and he began to undergo something that he hadn't have happen to him in a long while: a panic attack. He hadn't had one since slightly after Elrood, all those years again. He shifted, bringing his palms to the floor, before breathing deeply. His vital signs were going haywire. He didn't even notice when the Mandalorian with the messed up transponders warned him. He needed to save his men. He needed to get them out of there.


With a quick swipe of his hands, his men, without needing words, were relayed by their NCOs of the impending danger, and avoided the minefield. Preliat pressed his hands to the floor, feeling nauseous. He ripped his helmet off, expelling what little food he had left in his stomach. His ears were ringing. He needed to lie down. He needed to do something. Something wasn't right. Something was wrong. Very wrong.


How? Questions flooded his mind. None of them, however, were proceeded with answers. Preliat had to go forward. Had to move on. His strength came back to him, rising up to a stand. His helmet found itself into his grasp, before he lifted it back onto his head. He put out a ping to the one person whom he thought could help him- [member="Anija Ordo"]. He stood for a moment, before slowly trudging onward. Ever- ever so slowly.

 

[Garrus Garon]

Kandosii-type Dreadnaught
Bridge

​

...when the Turbolaser platform flashed and then went vacation on the holographic projection of the battlefield Garrus believed it was either destroyed or rendered inoperable. Placing his hands across the edge of the large table which depicted the holographic map he'd have leaned closer to begin studying it ever that much more closely. Nodding his head several times he only looked up, surveying the bridge once so that he could see if Falcon had joined him yet before his attention went back down to the projection. According to everything that he was reading the tide of battle was turning in their favor even if the high ground continued to act as a place of fierce fighting. Initial projections predicted that there would be moderate to heavy casualties in that area of the battlefield however that was the price of warfare and doing business as it were...

...Garrus studied the map awhile longer, following what appeared to be several troop movements before his voice crackled over comms..."Angels One and Two, copy."...he waited for the pilots to recognize his voice before stating..."Skies are clear around the high ground. Make a pass to free up pressure on our men down there if you can."...air support was paramount and with that one turbolaser now down it looked like our aircraft would have a straight shot down the throat of the Vong unless any other surprises were laying in wait for their troops. Once he'd directed air support towards the high ground he'd have patched into the comms of the Mandalorians on the high ground itself..."This is Command Ship to Ground Forces. Be aware that potential air support is inbound. You may need to take cover when they are danger close."...then the comms were switched off again as Garrus stood and began moving around the bridge of the Dreadnaught...

...reports were now coming steady from the rest of the assault fleet which Garrus would begin to skim over slowly while remarking to his comms officer..."Put out a page to the fleet. Drop Ships prepare to descend. Evacuation of our wounded is priority. We are going to make our final push and drive the Vong out of Ord Canfre."...the message would be relayed throughout the fleet. Drop Ships, already prepped, would load themselves with another wave of soldiers as they prepared to disembark towards the surface of Ord Canfre. If everything went according to plan the fighting would be over after a few more hours and the world would once again within the welcoming hold of the Clans...​

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[member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Xander Carrick"] @C3-G8 "Gate"[member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Anija Ordo"]

 

[Verd Skirata]

Verd had heard both of the two mandos call and had seen their plan come into action. after hearing what [member="Ijaat Akun"] had said, he sheathed his beskaad and drew both of his pistols, and started pouring rounds into any vong within 5 meters of him and his brothers, almost every shot hitting a chink in the armor or taking out a vong entirely. He usede his pistols to greatly lessen the horde of vong that was engulfing them. He felt both of his guns indicate they only had five more rounds he decided he would save them for later, holstering his pistols, he drew his beskaad once more and jumped back into the fight. He was just behind and to the left of Ijaat guarding his left flank. He had to give everything he had to this fight. there was almost nowhere he looked that didn't have vong. he calculated the maximum safe distance to hurl a thermal detonator, bashed the vong in front of him's face with his beskaad, and let one fly. The detonator must have taken out 20 of them, he thought. Enjoying a momentary pause in the onslaught, he hurled his last at the next horde of vong. The Vong quickly reached them, but Verd saw him and his two brothers fight back with renewed strength and vigor. He knew then, that there wasn't a Vong that could get past them. He started pushing his way through the masses of vong to remain in the same position, fatigue and injuries at the back of his mind now, he was taking out a vong with nearly every swing of the beskaad now. A razorbug flew out of the vong and hit his visor, cracking it. He knew that he had to see clearly in order to survive. Taking his helmet off and huling it behind him,he fought with even more ferocity. There was only one thing left that he had to do. Hold the line. [member="Xander Carrick"]

 

[Ariella Garon]

In the heat of the battle that raged around her as the firestorm took on another round. One like her couldn't help but have a grin under her helmet remember something. Buir said there be days like this, those are the proud moments. Dropping out the cell packs to replace then hearing one calling out to to follow.

Not caring what was going on at all as she cut down down the vong that dare to get into her way. Finding herself going into the thick of things liking what this brought out of her. Dropping and rolling as one of the staff they cared missed her. Knowing that some was just her training then there was other abilities that was picked up.

Then came the request of sniper firing. Could help but without even much movement to exchange one weapon for another as she started to scope out her next prey this was her own desire right now was to take out those beast before they got any where near her vode. Lining up and take the shot then waiting for it to recharge going for another one in the head.

[member="Ermac Laith"] [member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Verd Skirata"]

 

[Garza]

Location: Ord Canfre ground
Allies: @Arri Betna | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Ijaat Akun"] | [member="Garrus Garon"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Verd Skirata"] | @C3-G8 "Gate" | [member="Ariella"] |
Objective: #2 Take the High Ground
Music Selection: JT Machinima - Legend

The fighting continued. I could see Akun's attack seem to lessen the flow. The three of us, two with hammers and another a Beskad, were slowing the fighting. Even more so when we had the droid, a Sister mando, and with a call over our com links that a ground attack would be coming soon, I smiled brightly. It would be only a few more minutes. Using the hammer in such a way to physically send vong into the air, I attacked another one. Right after the other with no stop or time to breath in between.

I gave it a few and then spoke to the two with me.

"We need to pull back slowly. Unless you want to get hit with a ships attack."

I let my hammer fall onto my belt, and the twin lightsabers activated. The yellow blades bright in their natural glow.

"Go, I'll cover you."

Launching myself forward, I used both ends of the double bladed lightsaber to hack, slash, stab, and beat them down so they could back up. I could hear even more shooting as the men on the hill knew what I was doing already. If I had to, I would sacrifice my life to keep everyone else safe from getting hit in the bombardment. Seeing as how I have taken worse, I am sure that I could survive.

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Ord Canfre airspace
Allies: [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Ijaat Akun"] | [member="Garrus Garon"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"]
Objective: Air support [Objective 2]

Double clicking her comm in response to Garrus' message, Anija pushed the repu;sorlifts slowly to full, easing the custom bes'uliik up off the hangar deck. Arrbi wasn't far behind. With a gentle tug on the control stick, Anija oriented her craft towards the hangar's magcon field and nudged the repulsorlifts again. A slight grin came over her face for a moment and she sent a message to Arrbi over their secured private comm. <Let's crash this party and ruin some Vong days.>

With that, she shoved the repulsor lift controls to full, the thrust pushing her just outside of the magcon field. Once in open space, she swapped over to the sublights and rolled her bes'uliik away from the Kandosii which dwarfed both of them. After a few moments, she kicked in the main engines, arching down towards the planet below. Their objectives were clear. Provide aerial support for the troops on the ground, and take out any turbolaser and anti air artillery they could. Below, she watched the marbled curve of Ord Canfre swell in her forward viewport as the two craft fell towards the planet at high speed. Their descent was highly controlled, but to many they on the ground they would appear as firey trails in the sky.

When they broke through the atmosphere, Anija pulled the nose of her bes'uliik up to stop the rapid descent. A glance at her HUD told her the rough location of Preliat, Anastasia, Ijaat, and the others. Touching a few buttons on her console, she ran a quick scan of the area as she search for the weapons emplacements. Within a few seconds, several popped up on her scanners. Shooting a quick message to Arrbi, Anija rolled her bes'uliik to port and angled off towards the closest one - which happened to be near Anastasia. She knew Anastasia's squad had probably knocked out a few along the way, but it never hurt to check the rest.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Ord Canfre Surface
Allies: [member="Garrus Garon"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] |[member="Anastasia Rade"] | @C3-G8 "Gate" |[member="Verd Skirata"] | [member="Xander Carrick"] | [member="Anija Ordo"]
Objective: Take The High Ground

Ijaat turned to watch Xander for only a moment as he pulled out yellow bladed lightsabers, and he nodded, grabbing the younger Skirata by the collar a moment as he went up to the hill crest. He knew the risk Xander took, and the sooner they were back behind lines, the sooner their friend could get back too. Ijaat would have preferred it to be him who was at the rear, but the lad was young and brave and headstrong it would appear. Let him take the risks and earn the glory. The jaig eyes on Ijaat's helmet that he scooped from the ground showed he had earned more than his share in his day.

Sheathing the beskad back into it's lined scabbard, he drew out his shotgun again and sent it whining a high pitched keening, spitting out a few moments of fire from his flamethrower to give the vong some hesitation as he retreated, and even firing a few blaster bolts from his wrist blaster down range to support Xander, the heavy unit pistol he modified into making it doing quite the job of dispatching a few errant and weaker vong. Finally he came to rest behind the rock on the crest where he had originally charged down the hill, and patted the haft of the hammer he had left behind happily, peeking out to make sure Verd had followed and the Xander was good.

"Roger, Akun and Blue in place on crest. Xander, fall back."