Gods of Iron (GA dominion of Yag'dhul)

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Canal"], [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]
(5/20)


And so Siobhan descended down from the sky and landed upon the rooftop. There was a bit of a thud when her boots hit the ground and she landed with less grace than she would have liked, but steadily enough, though there was a spike of pain shooting through her bad leg. One wondered why she'd never gotten it fixed up properly. In all likelihood it was because her mean writer liked to force her to walk around with a cane. In this one's defence, it was a very nice cane!


Regardless, she had finally linked up with the Alliance soldiers. At least she surmised they were GA. Beneath the T-shaped transparisteel visor of her helmet, her eyes focused upon the soldier who seemed to be in command of this unit. However, she found that she could not sense him in the Force, as if he were a void. In other words, Force Dead. Perhaps former Dread Guard. She remembered them as being good soldiers, which would be useful since a legion of machines was reenacting Clockwork.


"You're Alliance? Name's Kerrigan, I'm with the Coalition," she said simply. As in former Exarch Kerrigan, 2IC of Firemane blahblahblah. While Siobhan was a rather vain woman who loved titles, her writer is hopefully less pompous. Besides, they were on the battlefield, so reciting a redundant list would be boring! Before this post can get even more meta, we shall move on.


Feeling a bit unsteady on her legs she was guided to the rear and sat down, allowing the clone medic to provide some bacta after part of her armour was removed. While Siobhan possessed the fancy power called Dark Repair, dark side healing was not that efficient and in any case she was not that good at it. "I take it you're for the Pyre toys. Got an ETA on reinforcements or evac?" The Lady was a bit out of the loop about how the space battle was going. Hopefully Gould had not lost the Elysium, for it had been a big investment. Doubtless the reprieve would be brief and soon another wave of machines would soon be upon our heroes, but at least it gave her time to recharge after her slightly over the top TK and lightning spam.

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Location: Givin Domain - Yag’Dhul System[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Objective: Figure out what’s going on[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Allies: [member="Deagan Hunt"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px][3/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Me?!” Sam shouted, before pulling Deagan with him. By the looks of that damn thing a blaster wouldn’t do anything - the level of technology was something he had never seen around these parts… and Samael had traveled around the Outer Rim for a [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]long[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] time. Suffice to say if he didn’t know it, it must be something especially exotic.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Last time I checked he was your friend! Now run, feth fighting that thing.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Moment he said that; kriff, moment they moved, a freaking laser with the cone of a truck lashed out from the barrels of the Monitor droid and evaporated a large chunk of the duracrete wall behind them… yeah, that was definitely nothing to mess around with.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Move your ass, Deagan. I ain’t expiring here just to spit in the dozen or so eyes that kriffing thing has.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]They would be able to compare the size of their revolvers when they got back to their ship - which was stashed not far away, exactly for these kind of situations. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]If the authorities had come here they would have had the chance to run without their transportation being taken away from them. Sometimes you just had to think a few steps into the future, especially as a smuggler.[/SIZE]

 

[Light Rises]

Objective: Run in fear
Post 9/20

Now here’s the story of a little Givin whose world got turned upside down. This one was not your typical Givin, yes, he could work really well with math and was working for a starship mechanic, because that was what was expected, but after graduating on to higher education, this one had an interest in biology and society. A biological anthropologist for the Givin was a bit odd, but Socratic Tier had an interest in a great many things.

And the most recreational was his time among saddled beasts of burden. They were fun to ride, and the best stayed on mobile farms that kept within the world’s atmosphere. And that was where Tier had been when the Architects had arrived.

Without warning they showed up, followed by an uncoordinated Omega Pyre reaction. It took the OP a bit to get traction, and for the nearby Galactic Alliance to arrive. But that wasn’t a concern for Tier. He was in a safe location when the Architects had shown up, and he had gotten away scot free. Mostly, at least, for the extent of this post.

The real story was behind the animals left behind. The space elevators had to come down somewhere, didn’t they? And that was what happened. That fateful day when the space elevator came down, it came down on the farm, but not on somewhere like the farm house.

Oh no, this space elevator came down with such force that none of the animals were able to make it out of the way. Least of all Tier’s beast. The one he had raised from a foal. Brown hair was now caked with red blood as half of the beast was under the elevator. But not a clean cut, no, never that. This came down at an angle, removing the lower half and part of the chest of the beast. And when the elevator started to rise? The Architects were going to be gifted with part Tier’s pet.

The first round up of Givins were greeted with the helpless whining of the beast as they were loaded up to be shipped to the Harvest Vessels.

 

[Kyrana Gould]

[member="Monitor"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

"Interlopers. I will ask again that you cease all action. The Givin people of Yag'dhul have agreed to ascension. You are hindering that effort. Furthermore, we have a number of your soldier aboard our harvest ships. We've no desire for violence -- if you insist on continuing against us, your fleets will be annihilated, and your soldiers will be summarily executed in due time. Consider your options, cease this needless battle, and we may open a dialogue."

The Admiral listened to these words with disgust.
“The people of this world have not consented to genocide, of that I am sure. I do not trust the words of people seeking to exterminate an entire race. The only dialogue you will get from us is with turbolasers and ion cannons.”
She cut the link.

“Sir, they’re moving forward to draw us off.”

Gould nodded. The creatures were using these fifteen ships to draw her away from the main action. In the circumstances she had little choice but to let them. She could not take on 50 dreadnaughts, but she could hurt 15.

“Begin long range bombardment. Give space as they approach to keep out of range. They’ll think they’re drawing us away, and we’ll let them believe it’s working. Prepare to move the Sentinels and Vigilances to the flank. When the time comes and we engage they’ll move in behind these dreadnaughts and hit them from the rear.”

The Elysium’s magnificent long range weapons were scoring hits…on shields…but still, it was wearing down one enemy nicely.

 

[Peyton Steele]

Objective: Link up with Alliance forces, protect civilians, gather Pyre equipment
10/20 (half way, yoooo)

Peyton Steele was not a foreigner to the war, but she was a foreigner to this situation. Her ship, linked in with a few Jedi and other intelligence operatives had pulled into real space with an Alliance destroyer and two anti-starfighter vessels. Reinforcements were coming in late, but it had appeared that someone in the fleet had contacted the Alliance. The Pyre was starting to appear, it seemed, but all Peyton knew was that the situation she was seeing out of the main viewport was not going well.

The Senior Agent had stepped into the passenger chamber on the shuttle. Constructed similarly to the Stealth-X, the vessel was full of agents and Jedi, looking to provide some command on the ground. The blonde bit her lip, sighing. She had a light armor on, as if she needed to change, she could do that, but there were so many other options.

“The situation isn’t looking good, people. We’re going in, and we’re going to be under fire. This is a new vessel, hopefully we make it to the planet first. But once we’re doing there, we’re linking with our people, Alliance natives and Pyre together. We’re going to lock down civilians and Pyre equipment. From there? We need to turn the tide. That’s where our fleet comes in. Be ready, we’re going to hit some chop.”

And from there, the ship had hit the battlefield, juking around the combat until they hit atmosphere. Help was on its way. The blonde looked over to the familiar face of Chevu and tried to give a brave smile.

[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
[member="Canal"]
[member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] (For the destroyer and anti-aircraft ships, yeah I don’t have exact models)

 

[Chevu Visz]

Location: Peyton’s ship
Objective: Provide backup
Allies: [member="Peyton Steele"] [member="Canal"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]
Enemies: Architects
1/20

Reinforcements had arrived, and not a moment too soon. Word was the capital of Yag'Dhul was falling to some metal monstrosities known as the Architects and the Galactic Alliance was in dire need of assistance. What did these Architect creatures want with Yag'Dul and why were they targeting the mathletic Givin? The Mirialan supposed she'd find out soon enough, but first off, she needed to help save the native species that was hurtling towards the brink of extinction. She gave her partner a confident smile and began to practice Jedi breath techniques to calm her as they hit the atmosphere of Yag'Dhul.

Chevu and agent Peyton Steele made an excellent team. One was a Jedi Knight and the other was just a BAMF. The two women fought Corsairs together in the sewers of Sullust as well as gone up against Final Order soldiers. The only challenge for Chevu? Trying not to get to too distracted by the cute blonde’s pretty blue eyes and eye-popping curves. No doubt Peyton had heard about the loss of Chevu's Marshal rank, but luckily the blonde was savvy enough to steer clear of the awkward subject.

Right now the only thing distracting her more than the blonde agent was the series of blips signifying the hiveships' fighters blinking on the ship's radar. Things were about to get pretty bumpy.

 

[Peyton Steele]

Location: Ship.
Objective: Land, link up, save the day, go home.
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"], [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Canal"]
Enemies: Architects of Our Doom, Maybe that Sith kicking around, panicked civilians and poisonous atmospheres.

Peyton was glad to have Chevu along for the ride, Peyton didn’t frankly care about the Jedi ranks, for the blonde what mattered was that they were all here, now, working together to overthrow this enemy. Too long had Jedi sought to seek out on their own for victory, or had the various militaries been segregating the mystics. Sure, Peyton wasn’t a fan, per se, of the Jedi, but they had hteir uses, and those lightsabers? Definitely the coolest weapon of all creation.

Aside from the BFG. But that was a completely different world.

“We’ve got fighters in, brace for chop.” Called out the pilot of the shuttle. The other agents and Jedi on board held tight, as Peyton herself reached for one of the rails in front of her seat. The next sound they heard was perhaps one of the best, the engines of X- and E-Wings flying overhead and the thwap-thwap-thwap of the lasers taking the attention off the shuttle.

It was only a few really rough moments before the shuttle sat herself down, and opened up fire with the dorsal mounted pair of quad laser turrets. This ship should probably be subbed but for now, it was opening its gang way. Peyton grabbed her gun and was ready to bring in the cat tossed a wink at Chevu, and toughened up her voice. “Why is it we’re always going into a war zone together?”

The senior officer heard her and shook his head. “This is Shuttle AA23 to Alliance and Pyre soldiers, broadcasting on all frequencies. Need a sit-rep!” He looked to the Jedi and others from the shuttle. "Get moving, will be in touch."

Didn't need to tell Peyton twice.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Location: Peyton’s ship
Objective: Provide backup
Allies: [member="Peyton Steele"] [member="Canal"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]
Enemies: Architects
2/20

“Why is it we’re always going into a war zone together?” asked the blonde agent with a wink.

"It's all part of my plan to get closer to you," Chevu answered with a knowing smile. The Mirialan's sense of humor, like a rare exotic flower, bloomed around very few people, and Peyton was one of them.

She checked her gear, making sure her Jedi Vanguard armor's VT Grav Glove was in working order. The glove used repulsor technology to simulate the effects of skills like Force Push and Force Push. Were these Architects dead to the Force? She wasn't quite sure. There seemed to be too little known about them from what came over the wire. Along with her armor, Chevu had her blue plasma blade and, slung around her shoulder, a BTI-CC13 Blaster Rifle, a Blas-Tech update on the E-11, with a grenade launcher attachment. Needless to say, she was prepared for anything, and all those training sims she did with Coren and Spark would come in handy today.

With Peyton taking point, and Chevu protecting her, the Mirialan branched out with Force to see what her precognition might pick up. The fear and panic that she felt gave her a powerful shudder. She only hoped that the Galactic Alliance could save the capital from a full takeover by these terrible enigmas who were darkening the skies over Yag'Dhul.

 

[Peyton Steele]

Location: Ground
Objective: Try to save the day?
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"], [member="Canal"], [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Enemies: The Architects, Civilians in a crazy-mob sense and Corey’s inability to keep his character speech texts the appropriate color
Post 11/20

Peyton smiled and shook her head. They had stepped off the ship and now they were working together again. And Chevu was using this to… what, convince her that they were a good pairing? She could understand that. There was something about Little Green that she really liked. Looking to the lead Agent, the blonde couldn’t help but nod. It was time to get to work.

The agent herself, the blonde one, had her weapon at the ready and when the ‘go ahead’ order was given from her boss, she was off. “Lets see who we can find.” The landing site was in a rubble area and the blonde was a bit nervous, but she did have a few pings on her datapad of where friendly troopers were pinned down, until she received bigger orders, she was going there.

A light armor designed to give her a bit of protection from blaster bolts and shrapnel, the blonde was making her way, a bit athletically, through the broken streets. The next corner though, that was leading her to a sniper range. A Givin was sitting up in one of the remaining buildings and fired two quick shots heading right for Peyton.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

The pain lanced up the length of his arm as the machine clamped down on his wrist. Without even turning his senses inwards, he knew the forearm had been fractured. The handcannon flew from his grip and skittered across the duracrete. One of the droids started clambering past him.

In an instant the Jedi Master decided where he priorities had to lie. His right arm flung out and the droid before him tugged on his arm sending more bursts of excruciating pain up his arm.

The golden blade snapped out and removed the sensor array from the top of the droid. Only when it halted did he bring it back around to cut down the droid latching to his arms.

As he stepped back he turned his senses to the wound. That extra second had ruptured the fluid sacs around the muscles in his forearm and made the fracture even worse. His saber crossed his body twice as he deflected two more probing shots.

He was losing blood. His left arm was effectively useless. Behind him were maybe two hundred givin huddled in the underground station and before him another wave of droids was coming. Voidstalker gritted his teeth and fought on.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: Space
13/20 because I can’t count.
Allies: Friedrich Stahlman, and everything that was Alliance or Pyre or Givin

Coren rolled the ShortFin again to get out of solution the Architect fighters had been pulling. Yes, Tiburon two was helping distract the enemies, but they were still two targets sitting around. And he had just sent Tiburon Three and Four ahead to protect one of the new incoming shuttles. They were those new Stealth-X inspired shuttles, and they were going to get themselves chewed up if no one gave them the protection they needed.

Nothing was guaranteed with the Architects around. And the fact that his shields were taking a hit again? Coren took a deep breath even before Lexi’s voice came on the intercom.

While there is still something left to save.

Coren snapped up into the Force, Lexi’s voice indicating the shield levels. “Get ahold of [member="Rook"] and his team. Check their extraction time, I’m taking direct control of the ship.” Which meant he was activating this Liberation Mod. Not the Black mode, he didn’t need to go all the way in, but he was pulling the ship into his mind, through his implant, pushing the weapons up to half, moving the shields to full back, and letting the front be covered by turrets. He slammed the engines from 85% to full bore and swung the ship around.

“Gould, what is the situation over there? Can we find a weak spot?” The Architects were to many, they needed to get hit hard and be knocked back.

 

[Tilda Sai]

Location: Given Domain - Yag’Dhul System
Objective: Save Yag’Dhul and utilize the brunt of Omega Pyre Forces to combat the Architects.
Allies: Omega Pyre and Galactic Alliance
[6/20]

Omega Pyre Defense Platform
Fleet-Com
[member="Coren Starchaser"]


{ Pyre, its Starchaser. We’ve got people on the planet. We’re looking to secure the world. Kreelan sent us. Contact Canal and help him. We’re going to bring the fleet to bear on these Architects. }

A gesture from the Anaxi would raise the volume of the transmission.

{ Working on getting ground support. Fleet is working on breaking through. Hang tight, see what you can do to secure the location, and protect the Givin. }

[ Starchaser, this is Commander Od'Manteiv. Copy that.] Anika's voice would crackle through the comm. Her fingers would drift and dance over the holographic screens, taking part and zoning in on [member="Canal"]. Switching to a friendly encryped comm, [member="Canal"] would soon hear the Commander's voice.

[ This is the FleetCom command, we have Omega Pyre defense task force coming in for reinforcements. Where do you need support?]

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[1/20]​

Location: Exiting hyperspace
Objective: Be nosey
Allies: None
Enemies: None

Right on cue, exited hyperspace and cruised towards the planet. And glancing around, she realised she wasn’t alone. Many ships were blocky, squared-off craft that had seen better days, but a few were more elegant ships whose very designs were tributes to the romanticism of space travel. It seemed many had come to defend space above Yag’dhul, or land and save civiliansmor recover the treasure trove of Omega Protectorate technology.

One, a converted Baudo-class yacht, glided through the void like a metal simulacrum of the Corellian sea creature that gave the ship her name.
Radio chatter was constant.

"Starfighter, I'll have the captain contact you on this frequency. Stand by."

"Copy."

“We're fourth in line to head in. What can I do for you?"

"We have a flight of four eyeballs orbiting. If you need a ride out of there, let us know.”

"Sending you my corem unit frequency.”

"Looking to offload the cargo first.”

Being in the cockpit of a fighter should have made her happy, but it did not. She could find no fault with the fighter nor with being given a patrol mission. She'd done enough of those to expect boredom, and yet even that wasn't giving her a problem. Just to be flying again was enough to override boredom.

The fact was, she realised, that she was unhappy. Something was gnawing away at her inside. Something was wrong, and there was no way she could ignore it. It created an anxiety in her that was out of all proportion with what she was doing. It felt as if she weren't involved in a patrol at all, but in some other mission with a hidden agenda she knew nothing about.

 

[Deagan Hunt]

Location: Givin Domain - Yag’Dhul System
Objective: Figure out what’s going on
Allies: [member="Samael Rekali"]
[7/20]


"Move my ass?! chit!"

Deagan would duck just as he got another volley of fire right by his head. Another swear went ripping off his mouth, shoulder up tight by the cargoboxes and glaring sapphire fire at the man, "You're the one who thought it was a great goram idea to come to Yag'Dhul for this run!"

With a grunt he went peeking over the edge of the cargo. An aim in and then a volley of his own blaster fire went down range. A few pot shot got on the floating drone with spider eyes, but all that did was rile.

"Hell," skittering across, he shoved at Rekali to move his old fat ass. "Get to the gorram ship!" he shouted at him, wiggling his free hand by his belt.

Where were the goram grenades!

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Location: Givin Domain - Yag’Dhul System[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Objective: Figure out what’s going on[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Allies: [member="Deagan Hunt"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px][4/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]"It’s a fine ass, Dee! Not the time though!" he yelled over, before allowing himself to be shoved towards a run. His hand automatically moved to [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]his[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] belt, taking out a nade - thermal detonator, that shet ruined everyone’s day if you weren’t careful with it. And currently Sam wasn’t exactly in a careful mood, pulling out the pin, he chucked it over his shoulder… right amidst the cargo they had been smuggling.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Explosives for some kind of demolition’s job. They never got the details, but that was part of being a smuggler. You just got the goods to the client and took the cash. Marak was a pretty reasonable guy, usually.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Hopefully he was still alive. Sam wasn’t looking forward to having provide comfort to his wife if he got himself killed amidst all of this insanity.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Four, three… two, one.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Sam and Deagan just slipped out of the warehouse, the heavy reinforced durasteel door shutting down behind them before the explosion went off… and with it the interior of the warehouse.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]BOOM!!![/SIZE]

 

[Chevu Visz]

Location: Capital
Objective: Provide backup, save buried troops
Allies: [member="Peyton Steele"] [member="Canal"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Enemies: Architects
3/20

The company moved out into the war zone, accompanied by an eerie quiet and the smell of death. Mountains of debris from collapsed buildings lay on either side of them as they advanced from cover to cover. There were GA soldiers half-buried, some of them just barely clinging to life. Chevu used the Force to hoist up the twisted sheets of durasteel one-by-one, uncovering the wounded troops, and finding that for some, it was simply too late. She collected what dog tags she could so that their families could be informed. Between the loss from ground battles, and the soldiers captured on Architect harvest ships, the GA seemed to be suffering grievous losses.

A sudden shimmer in the Force made her blood crawl. The Mirialan looked up in time to see the squatting Givin moving on the rooftop, his sniper rifle aimed at Peyton. Using the Force to send a gust of wind in the bullet's path, she redirected it so that it narrowly missed the blonde shifter.

Metal footfalls echoed through the streets growing closer by the minute. So many soldiers and civilians still needed rescue. It was a dire situation that Chevu hoped the Force would see them all through.

 

[Peyton Steele]

Location: in the city
Allies: [member="Canal"] and [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] and [member="Chevu Visz"]
Enemies: Givin Sniper who is panicking
14/20

Peyton wasn’t one to really understand the Force, the connection in it, she had some weird relationship with it, but mainly it just gave her headaches. And she was really good at shunting them aside to not bother her conscious mind. That was why she didn’t feel the headache, nor why she understood that a bolt was coming at her. It wasn’t that she was a Force user, no, she was not. Just got the headaches.

And the bolts came flying.

The blast came and Chevu did something that saved Peyton, she didn’t need to know the details, but the blonde knew her friend had saved her. She looked over her shoulder and smiled. “Thanks!” And that was when the footfalls were heard. “We need to move.” Taking a second to train a blast up at the wall, not the Givin, but nearby, causing him to dive for cover, Peyton took off down the street, her limber form moving with a practiced ease through the rubble.

 

[Light Rises]

15/20

The world was not knowing what was going on. The Givin were in a panic. How did they not see these creatures, these machines coming? It was beyond anything they had seen before. The Omega Pyre had opened up a shelter for the Givin and was shipping them into an underground facility. It was a reassuring feeling as much as Socratic was feeling trapped. He was making the move down there, hoping that the farm where the elevator had come down had freed the mounts before that hit.

Little did he know, it didn’t.

He wouldn’t find out.

The Omega Pyre had vehicles coming and going, to pick up refugees and bring them to the facilities, and the one that had Socratic in it was on its way for the next underground facility. But that was when reports came that they were over capacity. The transport pilot looked back at the officers of the Pyre and nodded.
“We’re going to be fine everyone.” The officer stated. “Just need to make it to our next bunker.”

There was rubble in the streets and there were bricks and mortar falling on the vehicle. And there the sounds of X-Wings were being heard in the distance.

But it was too far. Strafing rounds were hitting the street, running up the road into the transport, igniting the pilot’s seat and the fuel cell.

The war was not going well.

 

[Deagan Hunt]

Location: Givin Domain - Yag’Dhul System
Objective: Figure out what’s going on
Allies: @Samael Rekali
[8/20]

"Whooooowhee!!" a sudden exclamation of jubilation and a duck from the subsequent explosion of their would be executioner sent the Zeltron scurrying for shelter. He took a dive, falling headfirst on his belly as the concussion of the explosion and the subsequent debris flew over them both.

With a wince and a grimace, he would turn on his side, the fiery ball of what used to be the warehouse now in a mass of flames and smoke.

“I knew you shouldn’t have slept with Maureen,” Deagan uttered under his breath at Rekali, smacking him on the chest with the back of his hand. Drawing up to a knee, he held out his hand to get his friend to his feet.
“Come on, we ain’t got time to dawdle.”

 

[James Justice]

Objective: D- Freighter with a Vengeance
1/20
Allies: Alliance, all anti-piracy units, hired NPC merc's (see bellow), droid R3-D8 "Reed"
Enemies: Pirates
NPC's: 4 hired mercs; [Rodien with a blaster; Zabrak with a assault Rifle; Human with 2 vibroblades; Wookiee with a bowcaster]

The Drunken Angel swooped in along the surface, giving a heavy run of laser fire. The guns were manned by a few contacts James had picked up along the way. He didn't trust them with his life, but he trusted these mercenaries to do what was best for them; help him take down these bombastic privateers. He couldn't have done this alone so he had no choice but to call in the guns for hire.

"We have taken down the last defense unit, I think all that is left is the bunker and what is embedded in the mountain," the Zabrak informed James from the gunner's station.

"Aye, roger that, mate, all brace for landing, we are going in hot," James replied over the open comm.

The Angel landed gracefully amid the ruins of what used to be two heavily modified Correllian Light Freighters. James chuckled as he swaggered down the loading ramp, his small army around him. "Come out ye, skull-draggers. I ain't's got all day, ye know."

As he reached the base, the Rodien let out a squeal. James felt it too. A volley of blaster fire came from the only entrance, heavy like the world had not known. James ducked low as he drew his DeathHammer, returning fire.

"Keep them busy," the human shouted, sprinting out of the line of fire. Drawing both weapons, the assassin-like man ran along the edge of the platform built on the mountain's precipous. Feth, if James han't promised goods to pay for their work, he would have just gunned the doorway closed with the ship's cannons. But that as no option.


The human reached the door and catapulted inside. The firing stopped as James began to hear screams of agony and terror, "Move, move, move! That's the sygnal move!"