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[Gherron Dragovalor]

Felucia

Gherron trodded through the giant fungus, whistling softly. Only a few days back at Tython after a full year of exploring the galaxy on his own, and the council had sent him on an assignment. Him and another Jedi were supposed to check some life readings on the plant life, try to find any anomalies. Something about recent strange activities on the planet surface. Apparently, they also thought he'd be a good influence on the padawan. Looking to his companion, he asked, "Find anything yet?"

@Sanya Vel Lerium [member="Book"]

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

The Terrain was awful the fungus was both sharp and soft, it was either slipping about or getting cut to shreds, other than that Sanya was focused on her data checking for anomalies. "i keep getting little flutters, but i can't tell if its some kind of interference." on the other hand she could feel something close, but how close? the plantation had over grew everything. Looking up sanya could see the small beams of light braking through the canopy of the large fungus, "this place is strange I'v never been anywhere like this before." admiring the environment, the feeling sanya had kept growing stronger, it was constantly lingering on her mind as if they had been followed.

Crouching down to take a sample of a small blue and cream flower there was a little reptile type creature, "it's a shame where not aloud pets in the temple huh" speaking the the creature it scurried off, sanya followed it with her eyes, under a broken branch was a footprint belonging to a humanoid and it was fresh "Gherron, someone came through here not long ago. i also keep getting a wired feeling like where been watched i should have mentioned it earlier but i wasn't sure if it was just me. should we continue our task or investigate?"

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Six, seven, eight, nine....

The bolt rifle reached maximum charge with a satisfying click. The massive weapon's fire light lit up a bright green to show that it was ready to fire. Book grumbled his approval as he pried the charging apparatus from the aft end of the weapon.

Smoke curled up toward the bright orange sky from the remains of the freighter he had procured under Architect orders. Their technology was secure, but now he was stranded. There was enough good aboard the freighter to last a few weeks, a month if he rationed carefully. Still, hope of a rescue on such a remote world was fleeting.

"Are you done?" He asked quietly.

"Almost. Your armor is severely lacking in its operational capability. Can those suit even produce a map?" A disembodied voice crackled through his comms.

"Top right corner of the HUD Stanley." Book grumbled.

The Dreadguard ran an armor encased hand over his visor to wipe away the thin debris sticking to it from the crash. He stood within the skeleton of the freighter; taking refuge with the destroyed husks that were once weapons of the Architects. It made for acceptable shelter, though the slow radiation leak from the shattered hyperdrive was going to be an issue sooner or later.


"Ship's sensors are picking up life signs. Upright and armed. Sentiments." Stanley quipped through the comms.

Book tensed up a moment, and expanded the external cameras of the frigate on his HUD. Felucia came into full view on his visor, from the overgrown plantlife to the massive fauna a bit too curious about the downed ship.

One such creature seemed to be walking on stilts. It had bright green scales, a four beady black eyes, with long knife-like teeth in a narrow jaw.

"Also that. Records identify it as an... Acklay. Carnivorous, and this one is bigger than the usual. I think we've attracted an alpha." Stanley continued. A transparent green triangle appeared in the corner of Book's HUD; the closest thing to a body that Stanley had.

"You sure it doesn't smell these strangers?" The Master Sergeant asked as he pulled back the bolt on his assault rifle.

He stomped over to the exterior entrance leading to the top of the frigate. Slinging his rifle over his shoulder, Book scrambled up the ladder two decks high, and came out on the ship's exterior. His boots clunked against the hull as he crossed over to get a better look at the creature.

Sure enough, the Acklay was stalking the frigate just beyond the treeline. Book was higher than it could reach, but the six meter tall monster could wait until he left. There was still the issue of the intruders.

"Cannons?"

"Inoperable.

"Munitions?"

"Scattered into little charred pieces all over the flight deck. You do remember how we arrived on this lovely planet, right?"

Book grumbled a curse, and brought his rifle up to his shoulder. His index finger centered over the trigger, and squeezed. The weapon coughed its reply as emerald bolts arced toward the monster. The beast roared its outrage, and charged the ship. It crashed into the hull, denting the durasteel inward, and scurried back for another charge.

Book let another burst fly.

"External sensors are picking up two snub cruisers on approach vector. ETA give minutes."

Another charge made the ship shake and took Book off his feet. He slid across the deck - and almost over the edge.

"They want their kit back." The Dreadguard breathed as he rolled away from the Acklay's snapping jaws.

"How far are the two on the ground?"

"Should be closing momentarily. I'm sure they can hear you. You're rather loud."

Book scrambled up the bulkhead to escape the Acklay. The beast roared in a warbling baritone that shook Book's very bones. "What about my shields? We're going to have to detonate the ship if the pirates take it back."

"Recharging. Radiation drained them on entry - you could blow the ship with the bolt rifle."

The Acklay crumpled back as another bolt pierced its hide. Growling its protest, the monster retreated into the treeline. Book could see it moving just on the edge, but the underbrush obscured his view. He could not fire.

"How far out are the strangers now?"

"Not far."














[member="Sanya Val Lerium"] [member="Gherron Vael"]

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Gherron smiled at the young padawan admiring the scene. "I agree. I've been here before, but it never really gets old." He recalled sensing something earlier. Sure, there were the normal wildlife crawling around, but something else pointed itself out to him. Examining the footprint the padawan had pointed out, he mused on it for a second. "This may be more important at the moment. Le'ts see if we can find-" He was cut short as the sound of blaster fire and a high pitched wail filled the air. "Sanya, follow that sound!" He ran off after the creature's roaring and ignited his lightsaber. He knew exactly what that sound was. Someone just pissed off an aklay. A very large one, at that. Soon enough, he came to a clearing with a run-down ship being overtaken by the massive beast. An armored man was attacking it in return. "Hold your fire, i'm coming to help!", he yelled down.

[member="Book"] [member="Sanya Val Lerium"]

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

Running into the scene just behind Gherron, she had saw the beast in a ragend frenzy. it was clearly four times the size of her "Gherron I'm going to get the high ground!" Jumping from the top of one to another sanya was right above the beast.

sanya's ability to adapt to a situation was quite good, thinking of a plan of attack she had ignited her bright orange sabers and jumped. coming into proximity of the beast sanya slashed down the side of the beast but not deep, before rolling under it's belly. Gherron could now get to the soldier as the beast had turnd it's attention to sanya. "Gherron get him safe I'll keep this thing busy!"

the beast was now preparing to charge at sanya, it's speed was fast but it's reaction was slow this was a weekness to exploit. as it charged sanya did the same. As the beast got close it swung with it's front leg giving an opening under it's belly, this was what exactly what sanya had anticipated. she took the opportunity to use the momentum she had gained to slide under, slicing into the top of it's middle legs.
sanya still had to be careful. if the beast struck her it would most likely kill her or critically injure her...

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Shaking his head, Gherron empowered himself with the force and sped off, grabbing the padawan and bringing her safely to about ten feet away from the beast. "No, you make sure he's safe. No offense to you or your abilities, but if you get hurt, it's on my head. I can't let you get hurt." And with that, he faced off against the massive creature, brandishing his pale blue blade. Looking back at his companion to make sure she listened, he soon ran off after it, forcing it lower to the ground with a nudge of the force, and leaped on top of it, slicing at its neck. It tried to turn its head to snap at him, but he wouldn't let it get anywhere near, always slicing at its armored hide. Eventually, he made enough damage to sever the head from its body, the body itself now lowering to the ground.

[member="Sanya Val Lerium"] [member="Book"]

 

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Jedi.

Years ago the first generation of Dreadguard had been built on Kamino. Ten thousand soldiers with a single purpose; annihilate all force users that stood in the way of Confederate expansion. More than a few Jedi Knight had been killed by the two man Dreadguard kill teams. They were the antithesis of all that the Sith and Jedi represented.

Outside of the force, Dreadguard could not be sensed. They could not be targeted with the force, and were physically stronger than most humanoid species. They were created to move in close on Jedi and Sith and overwhelm them with shatterguns and vibroblades.

There was a time when they were feared across the galaxy. Now they numbered in double digits.

The majority had perished on Drunkenwell, and the rest fighting the Hominid, a species few in the galaxy knew of. The Mark-II's had held the Hominid off and banished them to their own galaxy at the cost of many lives.

Since then, the Dreadguard as a fighting force had disbanded. Forty or so wandered the galaxy, all seeking to find some sort of path to take the place of their grand quest. Book threw his lot in with their creators, and that had landed him on Felucia defending a transport loaded with illicit weapons. Life was exciting.

"Our Jedi?"

"No FoF tags. Likely friendly, Jedi are like that. ROE's recommend giving them a wide berth to avoid confrontation."

The Acklay have a final screech as the Jedi lightsabers carved its body into smoking segments. The head came clean off, and the massive beast fell limp on the forest floor.

Book leveled his Harbinger rifle on the duo. He flicked off his external comms, better the Jedi did not hear his conversations with Stanley.

"Could be coming to recover the weapons."

"Possibly. Pirate shuttles breaching atmosphere. Lightly armed, heavily armored. Slow and fat - the Ravager might drop one."

"How far are they?"

"Look up."

Three arrow shaped shuttles carved an arc through the orange sky. They were slow on the approach, and Book could only estimate how many men say in the hold of those bloated ships.

Grudgingly, he shouldered the Harbinger and brought the Ravager up to bare, better known as a bolt rifle.

A bolt cannon might have been a better word for it. The weapon had a six second charge, and fired a beam powerful enough to annihilate small ships. Book had two power cells for the weapon - they would have to do.

"Eyes up Jedi!" He shouted. His voice was cool and collected as he zeroed in on the closest ship.

"Hostile contacts. Pirates."

Without awaiting a reply, Book pulled on the trigger. The Ravager rumbled as it charged, and roared loud enough to give a rancor a run for its money. A bright emerald laser shot through the sky, and crashed into the head shuttle. The unshielded ship burst open in a torrent of melted steel and bright blue flames.

It tumbled down toward the forest floor, and the remaining ships immediately returned fire.

"It's imperative we defend this ship." Book shouted over the thrum of the shuttle's light cannons.

He settled behind a mess of twisted metal, and slipped another power cell into the weapon's chamber.

"They will abuse the technology within."






[member="Gherron Vael"] [member="Sanya Val Lerium"]

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

sanya watched book shoot one of the over head ships. something bigger was going on, book spoke of technology and if pirates are after it must either be valuable or dangerous or both. sanya confronted the man "what dose this technology exactly do?" nothing at all seemed right about this, but now we where all in danger, again.

the other ships would have reported the attack and there would be more on the way. "how long would it take to move this tech of yours?" both Gherron and sanya had there ship so getting the stuff off this place wouldn't be hard, and sanya's was made to deal with combat if it came to it.

[member="Book"] [member="Gherron Vael"]

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Pirates. Gherron scowled at the word, he hated those guys. Following the soldier's gaze, he counted the ships at three. Just enough for a nice battle. Quickly making his way over to the ship, he grabbed the man's arm. "I hope you're good with that blaster, friend. Sanya and myself can't take all these guys alone."

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"Military hardware." Book grunted. It was not a lie.

He settled up to his feet, and shouldered the Harbinger rifle. It would be needed very soon, he knew. With a lowly grumbled curse, Book nodded at the Jedi, politely pulled from his grasp, and dropped down to the forest floor.

He grimaced as the muddy ground squelched under his boots. Felucia was a hot, musky, uncomfortable world. It was everything that he, having a love for snowbound worlds, had come to hate.

That didn't matter of course. He was Dreadguard, one of the last survivors or not. He would excel in any environment.

"Weapons for Ession's armies to be used against the One Sith. It is imperative they're defended until it is safe to move them."

The first ship landed. The aft hatch hissed open, and a massive furry beast stepped forth. A togorian two and a half meters tall accompanied by two others. The entire pilot clan was made up of the creatures.

Book did not waste a moment.

His rifle coughed as an azure bolt sailed through the air and caught the lead Togorian in the throat. It tore through his upper spine and ripped out from the top of his back. Blood sprayed from the severed artery, and the beast toppled backward.

The other Togorians returned fire. Book tumbled behind a fallen velocity cannon from the drop ship, and met their bolts with his own whenever a moment presented itself.

The other two ships were unloading their pirates. It was time to get to work.

"They're big, but they all bleed the same." Stanley quipped.

"Anything else on approach?"

"None. You know their race is in decline. They probably don't have anymore warriors than this."








[member="Gherron Vael"] [member="Sanya Val Lerium"]

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

This now became priority to protect the tech and book. Sanya leaped behind cover to avoid the volley of shots heading her way, waiting for the moment for the blaster fire die down. maybe reasoning would be the answer her, sure they where pirates but killing was never the answer, only a last resort.

Sanya signaled to book to stay down and apply suppressing fire. besides Sanya was in no position to defend against blaster fire there was simply to many. she turned her head to Gherron "should we push them all back?" she obviously ment with the force. and this might make them think that they would be out matched.

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