Public Hell and High Water | Zygerria

[Kresh Volthruc]

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A lone Zygerrian lifted his sniper rifle which trailed to aim towards the three unsuspecting figures in the alleyways below. His ears twitched as he took in a breath, the sight aiming for the head of the Rishii in front.

Ack-

Before he could even moved a finger to the trigger, his breath was cut off. He looked down to see a teal lightsaber blade piercing through his chest, the blade humming loudly.

The blade retracted and the Zygerrian fell limp to the ground, revealing a Rishii standing behind him, his talons holding the now extinguished pike. He pushed the corpse from the roof top and sighed, wincing at how the body moved with no resistance.

"Ugh, disgusting." He complained, his feathers ruffling.

The Rishii dropped down from the roof and began searching the Zygerrian for anything of use, only to find a busted up comm. He picked it up and dusted it off on the front of his robe.

"Could be of use for something.. maybe."

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Tags: Shem Spinner Henri Van Baker Kiwa Kiles

 

[Shem Spinner]

Zygerria
Tags: Henri Van Baker , Kiwa Kiles , Kresh Volthruc

Epo-1, R5-T399, The Freebird, Lightsaber​

"Relax," Shem assured. "I hid the shuttle in a really good spot. There's a bunch of imperial ships here anyways. They won't know heads from tails."

At least, that was the hope. Shem wasn't here to stress too much. The more stress was caused, the more the group was likely to panic and fall apart. It would be much harder to get innocent people off of Zygerria should that be the case. For that reason Shem resolved to keeping an optimistic outlook on the situation.

A lone Zygerrian lifted his sniper rifle which trailed to aim towards the three unsuspecting figures in the alleyways below. His ears twitched as he took in a breath, the sight aiming for the head of the Rishii in front.

Shem flinched, a reflex in the force. His lightsaber was very quickly put into position to take an incoming blaster bolt... Which never came. His precognative abilities were perhaps a little too good. They often could percieve things that had a percentage of occuring, but never took place. Regardless, whatever attack was to come never wound up arriving, and Shem was only left to wonder what may have occured.

"Huh..." the knight muttered for a moment before turning his head. "Let's keep moving."

 

[The Host]

We saw the energy that this child was beginning to emit. We have seen this before. Experienced it before. It was ingrained into our memories of the force. We knew all of this power that the child controlled. The flames within the eye sockets rolled. Always the Jedi to use nuclear options to solve problems that should not need so. It was as if these peacekeepers believed that only dead individuals were the good ones. Their faith of the force gave them such a twisted view of the galaxy. Self-imposed righteousness that permeated through all of their lives.

The clawed hand reached to the dead body of the woman. Her head still smashed, but was picked up by the strength of our frame. With only two words spoken.

"Ruai Wau!"

The words drew power from us. The flames lowered as the light, the woman then raced at the Jedi Learner. Spreading out her arms. Headless corpse spewing blood to return the favor to the child. As she closed the distance, her body began to become engulfed into flames. Burning red hot, flicks of blue and purple as the reanimated dead came to clash with this insufferable Jedi.

It was then, her body exploded.

Braze

 

[Braze]

TAGS: The Host

Braze surged forward, drawing the fiery energy from the explosion and the flaming corpse. Utilizing Force Absorb, he converted the destructive force into searing, righteous light. His body glowed with a blinding brilliance, pushing back the darkness. Unbound by gravity, he ascended over the obstacle with ease siphoning the power from the corpse being puppeteered.

This was no man but a monster, a malevolent evil that had to be stopped at any cost. Combining the Matukai technique of Soft to Solid and Bakuuni Hand, Braze swiftly hardened his right hand, transforming it into a spear of pure light. He thrust it towards the abomination's chest, ready to purge the manifestation of darkness. Braze had become the embodiment of righteous furry intent on meeting out justice.

 

[Tadietti Tann]

Chaos caught in a bottleneck Andrew Lonek ​

"I come in peace!! Here to help!!...Gahhh...C.E.R.A...Translate to the first 50..."

Unsure if it was a trick, her group ignored the offer of aid, and blasters and exotic weaponry answered instead from below, too caught up in killing one another. Withdrawing from the battle now would risk exposure; no criminal played the hero card.

Shots coming from "behind!" a young male Twi'lek yelled before falling flat. Stuck in a crossfire, they had only one place to go—into the compound. Necessity created temporary trust. Exchanging glances and unspoken words, a blue Twi'lek female called up, "We'll be there. Don't leave." Andrew's position likely attracting some attention from eager Trandoshans, Houks, and Rodians, all bristling with guns.

In the confusion, it might be hard to tell if Tadietti had called, though she looked like the person he had described. Tadi's body doubles were a clever ruse, but more than a visual trick might be needed to fool his watchful, computerized onlooker.

Plenty of slaves remained with their group, cut off from rescue. "Please send our full transports home," Tadi whispered into her communicator. She settled for what they had taken, remaining strangely calm despite the growing pressure. The Cartel underboss had faced this situation a few times, stuck between two groups wanting her dead in their three-way war.

As they spilled into the compound, the fight became visible through skylights, windows, and scanning equipment. Slaves and assassins ran inside as shots ricocheted down the hallways. Sienn and Opel Jeru led the entry, a wall of a woman and a lethal dancer clearing the path with wildly different styles.

The large group carried their wounded or slaves too frail to move, understanding the plight from their own experiences as former slaves. The upper hallways became dangerous chokepoints as Goros's hunters pressed from behind. Slaves and assassins bottlenecked in a compound on fire, with innocent faces cowering, indirectly guarded by ruthless Hutt assassins fighting for their lives.

As the metal noose tightened by the second, their time was running out, and only one man could break the deadlock. No pressure.

 

[Henri Van Baker]

Tags: Shem Spinner | Kiwa Kiles | Kresh Volthruc

Though she was making no effort to catch up to the front of the group, instead just yelling over to them instead.

"It'll be fine! If anyone's trying to steal the shuttle, we can just kill them! Unless they're good. Then we can knock them out. OH! And, and if the shuttle is damaged, I might be able to fix it a little bit. Electronics are my thing! Well. So are explosives. They're a blast to use...I wonder if the shuttle is gonna have any armaments on it..."

Henri looked back past the freed slaves they were bringing along, ignoring any of Shem's words and began to glare back at Kiwa "Oh no, if we have ANY armaments we're only gonna use it as needed, no modifying, using, or bringing explosives onto-!" he was cut off, forced to look forward and brought to a sudden halt as the Jedi had re-equipped their lightsaber. Henri also looked forward, placing his hand hesitantly on the handle of his blaster pistol, eyeing the space ahead of them as if his life depended on it.

Shem flinched, a reflex in the force. His lightsaber was very quickly put into position to take an incoming blaster bolt... Which never came. His precognative abilities were perhaps a little too good. They often could percieve things that had a percentage of occuring, but never took place. Regardless, whatever attack was to come never wound up arriving, and Shem was only left to wonder what may have occured.

"Huh..." the knight muttered for a moment before turning his head. "Let's keep moving."

The cacophony of fighting echoing through the city was all he heard while waiting they stood there for a second, listening, waiting. Henri's pupils darted, looking at Shem, then looking forward, then back to Shem, then forward again. He raised a brow at the Rishi while he muttered, before looking surprised. "Wait what, was there a trap or something?" Nonetheless, Henri followed along.

 

[Kiwa Kiles]

"No...bringing...explosives?"

Kiwa's eyes went wide at that...and looked down at all of her bandoliers covered in grenades on herself. Well...that was rule was already going to be getting broken. Especially the modifying part. But that didn't matter. Her instincts were saying they were being watched all of a sudden, as her hand went straight to her currently..."bowered" blaster, waving it around with no regard for trigger discipline, with her finger curled around the trigger, narrowing her eyes as she scanned around the field.

She could have sworn that she saw the glint of a sniper scope in the distance...but it was gone in the blink of an eye. Hm. She just let her vision retract for a moment, her cybernetic pupils returning back to the original size as she still seemed to be on edge...for about three more seconds that was before she just shrugged, throwing her hands up into the air and accidentally letting off a blaster shot into the air.

"...Wow. They really should put safeties on these things. Aaaand don't worry Mr We're gonna Die! I will only use the Armaments if we need to."

The issue with that was...Well, her and Henri's meaning of "needs" were probably totally different. Henri probably meant if they were getting shot at or followed by other shuttles. Kiwa? She meant if they saw anything against them. Or anything that looked like it would be fun to blow up. Just pew pew! Boom! Kapow! Blammo! Erh...She ran out of explosive words to use in her head. That was a shame. What was she doing again?...Oh yeah! Following the group.

Shem Spinner Henri Van Baker Kresh Volthruc

 

[Kresh Volthruc]

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Kresh wiped his talons on his robe after clipping the broken com to his belt, grimacing at the strong smell of death that permeated the air. When Kresh had heard of a mass rebellion, his immediate thought was to rush over in his Corvette and help, completely disregarding the amount of lives would likely be lost in such a situation. Now he wished he had thought it through more, hopefully no blood would stain his feathers, he's had enough of spending hours washing out small droplets from his hunts.

Kresh jabbed his extinguished pike into the ground, his eyes tracking the area to catch sight of the sniper's targets. Through a gap in the crates to his left, he spotted the three figures from before, looking around for the now dead Zygerrian.

A slight ringing in the force pointed towards the Rishii in green. Another force wielder? He thought, only now spotting the lightsaber in their talons.

He shook his head, climbing back to the roof to keep an eye out for any other snipers that might be in the area, where there's one slaver, there's usually more.. he thinks.

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Tags: Shem Spinner Henri Van Baker Kiwa Kiles

 

[The Host]

Still the child came at us. Using the temporary distraction of the dead woman coming back to life as it were not a problem. Surely they would have felt that the person's life deserved respect for being so utterly destroyed. Yet it seemed their desire, and their glowing nature denied them the thought and wherewithal that we are merely toying with them. A shake of the head as he yearned for our destruction. They wanted to close the distance and cause a problem. Very well. We shall be as they are.

We stood there. Waiting for them to close the distance where upon when they reached out upon our frame, hands would feel nothing. Their body would be unable to feel us. To touch us. To interact with us. For we became incorporeal. Our flames moved about them as they decided to use their body as a conduit of the light. Yet, our flames would burn bright as they were around us. The flames engulfing them seeking out to burn, to use up their power. To cause pain compliance.

Leaving this new vortex upon them, we walked easily past them and the glowing light they projected, We looked over our shoulder before speaking.

"You so eagerly charge into the flames. We respect that. Go and we shall leave you alone. Continue one more time, and we will collect you."

Braze

 

[Braze]

TAGS: The Host

OOC: Jasper Kai'el - do not read the following. ​

The inferno roared to life, a ferocious beast with an insatiable appetite. Its fiery tendrils licked hungrily at the cloth and hair, engulfing them in a relentless embrace. The acrid stench of burning flesh filled the air, thick and choking, stinging the eyes and causing bile to rise in the throat. The small, resplendent figure was now a living torch, engulfed in a swirling inferno that seemed to possess a life of its own.

Wreathed in roaring flames, he let out a piercing, primal scream, his body thrashing wildly in a desperate attempt to escape. His screams became a haunting melody, a desperate plea for mercy that fell on deaf ears. His once vibrant figure now contorted in agony, thrashing wildly as the flames consumed him in whole. But even in the midst of such intense pain, there was a fierce fire in his eyes, a refusal to go down without a fight. But the inferno had already claimed him, its fiery grasp unrelenting.

And then, in a blinding burst of light, the air itself seemed to explode. A shockwave, like a sonic boom, erupted, sending a concussive blast through the area. The ground shook violently, loose items hurled with reckless abandon by the sheer force, as if caught in the grip of an invisible hand.

As the flames surged, reaching a crescendo of destruction. And then, as if in slow motion, the blazing figure collapsed, a crumpled ball of fire, the thrashing ceased. The screams were silenced, and all that remained was a deafening stillness. The intense heat radiated outward, scorching everything in its path, the ground now blackened and smoldering.

In the eerie quiet that followed, the only thing that lingered was the haunting scent of devastation. For in that moment, a life had been lost to the inferno, consumed by its unquenchable flames. The devastation was that of a soul consumed by the very fire that had once burned within him.

Braze had been set a blaze, and his fiery figure had been extinguished. ​

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[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

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[Jin'lian]

Braze The Host​

A small kid sprinted out between two buildings, his movements a blur of urgency. His wide, violet eyes locked onto the horrific sight of his friend being engulfed in flames. The bloodcurdling screams of Braze pierced the air, making Jin'lian's sensitive ears fold back in agony. Despite the searing danger, the thirteen-year-old's mind zeroed in on one thing: saving his friend.

With a swift, desperate motion, Jin'lian tore off his outer robe and flung it over the burning Echani, hoping to smother the flames. "Braze, Braze, y-y-you're g-gonna be okay," he stammered, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face. He fell to his knees, his small arms reaching out towards the boy writhing in agony. A faint green aura began to shimmer around Jin'lian's hands, his desperate attempt at healing manifesting in the dim glow.

The young Catarri was no master healer; his abilities were green at best, capable of mending only minor cuts and bruises. He was a healer who should not be there, he had no right to be near conflict. Yet, faced with the sight of his friend burning alive, he poured every ounce of their will into the effort. Tears mingled with the sweat on his face as he chanted, his voice growing from a whisper to a frantic shout.

"heal... heal... heal... heal, heal, heal heal heal HEAL! HEALHEALHEALHEALHEALHEAL AHHHHHH!"

Jin'lian's cries grew more frantic, his desperation so easy to see. The green aura around his hands flickered erratically, struggling to maintain its form. His voice cracked and broke as he screamed, the word "heal" becoming a word of desperation and despair. He could feel the energy within him draining, his own strength waning with every passing second.

The smell of burning flesh filled his nostrils, mingling with the acrid scent of smoke. Braze's screams continued to echo in his ears, each one a dagger to his heart. Jin'lian's vision blurred with tears, his small body shaking with the effort. He knew he was fighting a losing battle, but he couldn't stop. He couldn't give up. Not on Braze.

As the green glow dimmed, Jin'lian's cries grew weaker, his voice hoarse from the effort. His hands trembled, the aura flickering out like a dying flame. He collapsed beside his friend, his body wracked with sobs not knowing what to do.

 

[Shem Spinner]

Zygerria
Tags: Kresh Volthruc , Henri Van Baker , Kiwa Kiles

Epo-1, R5-T399, The Freebird, Lightsaber​

"Wait what, was there a trap or something?"

"Nah," Shem shrugged. "Don't worry about it."

Shem continued to lead the group down the winding paths of the captial, until they finally came upon a secluded landing platform with an old imperial transport situated on it.

"Here we-" he began before pausing, "-Oh."

Before the shuttle stood a small band of Zygerrian soldiers, guns in hand. They stood between them and the shuttle, blocking their path. Shem sighed, tipping his hat over his eyes before getting into an Ataru stance. Looks like this was going to be more complicated than they had initially planned for.

Not that they had a plan.

"Make sure you don't blow up the ship," the Rishii instructed the explosives expert. "The rest of you should find some cover. It's about to get messy."

And with that the enemy opened fire. Shem stood ready to intercept the incoming blaster bolts.

 

[The Host]

The child fought valiantly. The flames took their toll on such a young person who wished so much of the galaxy. Their heart was in the right place, but it was not going to offer much. Yet, even as we stood there, there was no avoiding the explosion of light they sent out around us. Sending us flying back. Our bones broken and weakened by the blast and the concussive force in which we struck the wall behind us. Looking up, our burning embers of eyes saw the frame of another individual. One who sought to bring the person back from where they had been sent.

Slowly standing up, we just looked onward towards the other boy who rushed to help their friend. Yet, there was something about this. Something that reminded... me. This happened in the past. I have felt this feeling before. Someone who cared for me. Who... loved me. Yet, it was whisked away just as quickly as WE felt it. The flames dancing upon the skull reignited to be full strength. Leaving the two alone with each other. We did not seek their soul, yet it was claimed for their values of wanting to defend people they believed innocent.

A shame, and a travesty.

Turning around, we walked away to leave them. To let them have their last moments. For we sought to complete our goal today. We will search for more within the revolt.

Braze Jin'lian Shem Spinner Kresh Volthruc Henri Van Baker Kiwa Kiles

 

[Braze]

TAGS: The Host

As the fiery figure spun around, their gaze locked onto... Braze? His arms, stretched skyward, seemed to command the very elements, drawing the storm's fury into his grasp. The Mind Shatter gem nestled against his chest pulsed with an eerie light, its power helping him weave this intricate illusion. The sky, once clear, had transformed into a violent sea of dark clouds, churning and roiling as if in response to his will.

The first droplets of rain began to fall, fat and cold, but Braze was not finished. Nearby, an old, rusted water tower stood precariously. With a flick of his wrist and a surge of telekinetic force, its supports snapped like brittle twigs. The immense structure, filled to the brim, was lifted into the air, defying gravity.

Water gushed out in a torrent, an unstoppable flood that cascaded down upon the location of fiery figure. The deluge struck with the force of a tidal wave, dousing flames and sending steam billowing into the air. The streets turned into rivers, water splashing and swirling around Braze's feet as he maintained his focus.

But Braze's true masterpiece was yet to come. His somber jade green eyes narrowed, reflecting the storm's electric fury, and he raised his hands higher, summoning the storm's raw power. The clouds above churned violently, the air thick with the smell of ozone. Suddenly, with a roar that seemed to split the world apart, a jagged bolt of lightning ripped through the sky.

The lightning struck towards the likely once fiery figure with blinding brilliance, a searing flash that illuminated every corner of the chaotic scene. The thunderclap that followed was deafening, a shockwave that rattled windows and sent a tremor through the ground.

Braze stood amidst the storm's aftermath. His silhouette, framed by the churning clouds and the lingering glow of the lightning, exuding an aura of raw, untamed power.

 

[Henri Van Baker]

Tags: Shem Spinner , Kiwa Kiles , Kresh Volthruc

...for about three more seconds that was before she just shrugged, throwing her hands up into the air and accidentally letting off a blaster shot into the air.

"...Wow. They really should put safeties on these things. Aaaand don't worry Mr We're gonna Die! I will only use the Armaments if we need to."

Henri glared as he heard the blaster shot, an expression so angry that it bordered on being murderous, a rare occasion of him being aggressively angry. He pointed a finger, about to say- or more so yell -something about blasters and blaster safety at Kiwa, before suddenly being silenced by Shem's answer.

"Don't worry about it." Shem's voice echoed, completely separated from Henri's current glaring at Kiwa and that blaster shot.

"Right, guess we should get moving." Henri replied, gritting his teeth and turning back around and moving along. There was a brief atmosphere of optimism, the shuttle was in sight, they just had to walk over there aaand... there were soldiers. Zygerrian soldiers.

"Make sure you don't blow up the ship," the Rishii instructed the explosives expert. "The rest of you should find some cover. It's about to get messy."

And with that the enemy opened fire. Shem stood ready to intercept the incoming blaster bolts.

In an typical fit of panic- and despite not being the explosives expert -the pilot suddenly took out the grenade he had been given all the way back when initially meeting the Jedi. "Uh, UM, GRENADE!" He yelled, having armed and instantly tossing the thermal detonator over at the enemies, before diving for the nearest cover with a noticeable lack of return fire.

 

[Kiwa Kiles]

Hm...She was starting to run low on her grenades. Most of her frags were gone...All of her bacta grenades were gone. There was a thermal detonator but that would have too much of collateral damage. Only an imbecile would throw a therma-...Kiwa blinked to herself at the familiar sound of a thermal detonator being activated and watched as it hurtled through the air all of a sudden.

"NOT A CHITTING THERMAL DETONATOR, YOU BUCKET OF BOLTS IMBECILE!"

All of a sudden Kiwa burst out into a scream and instead of taking the sensible decision of taking cover and just letting their shuttle blow up, she instead broke out into a sprint to try and get a good shot at the thermal detonator, taking her "borrowed" blaster and narrowing her eyes at the thing, letting her instincts take the wheel. Little did she know that the instincts she was relying on was simply the Force, raising up the blaster and letting a bolt fly, before it connected with the detonator and they both went up in a huge flash of light...causing Kiwa to let out a scream of pain as the bright light had damaged her cybernetic eyes. The downsides of having cybernetic eyes that let you zoom in...They did not handle bright lights very well. It was like her ocular nerves were burning up.

Okay...Think...You ran forward...People are behind you...Soldiers are in front of you...Cover...Where is cover...Chit, chit, chit. I don't want to die. Not yet. I'm too smart to die....and too pretty...I shoulda just let the damned shuttle chitting blow up...

Unable to remember where there was any cover, and unable to see, Kiwa just yanked her bandolier of grenades off her body, activated the first one she could feel and threw it directly ahead of her. Setting off a combination of CryoBan, Gloop and bright pink dye grenades that rained dye upon nearly everyone around the ship...meanwhile Kiwa just laid on the ground, rocking back and forth as she planted her hands to her eyes.

Shem Spinner Henri Van Baker Kresh Volthruc

 

[Andrew Lonek]

Chaos caught in a bottleneck Andrew Lonek ​

"I come in peace!! Here to help!!...Gahhh...C.E.R.A...Translate to the first 50..."

Unsure if it was a trick, her group ignored the offer of aid, and blasters and exotic weaponry answered instead from below, too caught up in killing one another. Withdrawing from the battle now would risk exposure; no criminal played the hero card.

Shots coming from "behind!" a young male Twi'lek yelled before falling flat. Stuck in a crossfire, they had only one place to go—into the compound. Necessity created temporary trust. Exchanging glances and unspoken words, a blue Twi'lek female called up, "We'll be there. Don't leave." Andrew's position likely attracting some attention from eager Trandoshans, Houks, and Rodians, all bristling with guns.

In the confusion, it might be hard to tell if Tadietti had called, though she looked like the person he had described. Tadi's body doubles were a clever ruse, but more than a visual trick might be needed to fool his watchful, computerized onlooker.

Plenty of slaves remained with their group, cut off from rescue. "Please send our full transports home," Tadi whispered into her communicator. She settled for what they had taken, remaining strangely calm despite the growing pressure. The Cartel underboss had faced this situation a few times, stuck between two groups wanting her dead in their three-way war.

As they spilled into the compound, the fight became visible through skylights, windows, and scanning equipment. Slaves and assassins ran inside as shots ricocheted down the hallways. Sienn and Opel Jeru led the entry, a wall of a woman and a lethal dancer clearing the path with wildly different styles.

The large group carried their wounded or slaves too frail to move, understanding the plight from their own experiences as former slaves. The upper hallways became dangerous chokepoints as Goros's hunters pressed from behind. Slaves and assassins bottlenecked in a compound on fire, with innocent faces cowering, indirectly guarded by ruthless Hutt assassins fighting for their lives.

As the metal noose tightened by the second, their time was running out, and only one man could break the deadlock. No pressure.

"C.E.R.A..... Scan on the corridors... Is there a way out for the innocent?" Lonek inquires as a scan of the structure begins. Among the chaos happening, he can see the trail and how Tadietti Tann along with her colleagues ended up there and the situation at hand. "Sir... Fastest route inside the compound would be to follow the crowd..However... There is no way out past who seem to be the adversary." C.E.R.A. responds as Lonek nods and takes flight in a hurry. While heading towards the compound, a deeper scan reveals structural weak points on either side of the compound where an escape route could be "made".


"Unllleeessssss.... We make one.." Lonek would grin and continue his descent. Landing with a thud for a recharge of his thrusters, he then leaps forward with a short burst into the compound. Hearing the chaotic noises and blaster fire, combined with fires made this a critical situation. He would mark targets firing at the assassins and release miniature smoke screen rockets. If this works, he would need one hell of an exit plan. Lunging forward and flying narrowly above he would land in between the parties but turn and nod towards Tadietti. "I'm here to help!" He shouts through the intercom of his helmet while activating a shield wall that would help create a semi-invisible barrier. As the shots from laser fire were absorbed, a statistic log appeared within his helmet revealing the barriers health. He would then use his other hand to blast at the side of the corridor to the left to create an exit for everyone. "Hope this works!"


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[Kresh Volthruc]

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Kresh had continued cutting down Zygerrian snipers posted on the roofs as he ran. Either knocking them unconscious with his extinguished pike if they didn't see him, or simply running them through if they posed a threat to him.

His wings would spread out everytime he jumped between buildings, casting wide dark shadows in the alleys below. It pulled the attention of a few too many Zygerrians for his liking.

By the time he had reached the edge of the shipyard, a group of Zygerrians who had noticed him had set up an ambush.

The second his talon made contact with the final roof, they jumped out from behind the various crates, already rushing him with vibroswords and blasters.

In a panic at realizing he'd been caught, he jabbed the butt of his pike into the ground hard. The vibrations from the metal sounding off a loud ringing which could be heard from across the shipyard.

It was already loud enough, but to the Zygerrians and their large ears, it was painful. The ones closest to him were stunned, giving Kresh a chance to swing the pike around him, throwing them into the crates to his side.
Kresh himself was a tad disoriented from the sound and had to pause to shake his head.
This left the gunners, who were just now recovering from the loud clang.

One of the gunners managed to land a shot on his talon, disarming him as well as throwing him to the ground for a moment as he squawked in pain.

He attempted to recover, as did the Zygerrians he had already downed. One of them managed to get up before him and grabbed one of their whips from their hip, throwing it towards Kresh and wrapping it around his wounded talon.

He winced as he was dragged to the center of the now recovered Zygerrians, glaring up at them as he managed to keep them away with a wide yet weak force push.

He could hear the explosions in the shipyard below just as the ringing finally ceased.

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Tags: Shem Spinner Henri Van Baker Kiwa Kiles

 

[R6D3]

Mis post. A small astromech droid bumps into a wall, beeps obscenities, and scurries off, realizing it's in the wrong place at the wrong time.