The dropped payload crashed against the turrets that would’ve directly obstructed the way of the interceptors. Sparks and electricity crackled, as they halted just long enough to slip through the hail of fire that bloomed across the sky. Thankfully, the rest of the fringe emplacements would ensure that no dropships or more concerning craft would follow. The Alliance’s main assault force would have to contend with the elements of the jungle, first, and whatever surprises the Mandalorians had in store.
Having taken up a position of overwatch upon the outlying battlements, a pair of electrobinoculars were placed to the mended helm as he spied the ships swooping over the fortress in tandem with the surgical strike.
His gaze narrowed as he saw a pair of figures leaping down from the craft, not far away from his position.
Bold. Bold pilots of a single spacecraft charging into the fray meant either they were fools, or a worthy fight.
All the more likely t’was a Jedi, given how far they fell. They had just isolated themselves for a gambit.
With that thought as several troops surged past him, he passed the electrobinoculars to Garrus.
“See to the movements against the main force. Basilisk Riders are to deploy now - have them cover the gap in our defenses. T'would seem I have stragglers to tend to.”
“Alone?” Queried in return, a hint of skepticism in his voice as he took up the binoculars and viewed the damage to the outer anti-air guns. Two jedi at once seemed like much, even for his Alor. Ever a pragmatic and practical thinker, he did not think it prudent to engage in such a pitched battle when others were unfolding.
In reply, Carduul's gaze tilted over his shoulder towards the undoubtedly riled group of Gamorreans and other assorted Neo-Crusaders, who had just had their enjoyable game ruined.
“Hungering for glory, Grissuk?” He called over, just as the hulking figure rose from the stool. He had not yet witnessed the Captain of Clan Ung Kusp fight, and such a battle would be a true test of a Mandalorian.
“There's Jetii to hunt.”
With that, he hefted the poleaxe as he vaulted over the battlements of the outpost. A short burst of flames from his back saw him land gracefully upon his feet, where he would confront the pair of Jedi directly in mere moments. And so it was that he came face-to-face with them soon enough - a Master and Padawan. Whereas Grissuk had spotted the lithe and nimble student, he remained intent on the grander challenge - one
Jasper Kai'el
. The brush parted, the crimson armor making itself all the more apparent as he emerged. The weapon was placed into both hands, uptaking measured stance with the approach.
“There is nothing but death for you here, Jetii. T'was a bloodbath to take this land in the Mandalorian Wars, and you have not brought enough bodies to do so again on this day.”
The Rally Master felt little need to hide in the shadows, to shy away from what would undoubtedly be a fight worthy of great honor. Amidst the jungles of Dxun, he felt at home.
And he would fight like the Wrathful returned to defend it.
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