Relina Zhan
Ducha of Gallinore, "Apollyon the Slayer"
[member="P.R.I.M.U.S."]
[member="Matthew (Rogue) Drevur"]
The slugs fired at the two Marines and the Cyborg still in the breached hatchway would penetrate the personal shielding and dent their armour. Most armours in this day and age made slugs, generally, impractical. Even Imperial Stormtrooper armour from back in the galactic Civil War days could take a few of your your average slugs, but tended to only take one or two of blaster shots before failing. However, with sustained fire, even heavy Mando armour couldn't last forever. The Marines had thinner, lighter armour than the Cyborg Warriors did, incidentally. One Marine took a few centre mass and wound up with a breach in his armour. Air was escaping into the void through the hole in the dent, which itself pressed right into his chest.... painfully. He hit the busted floor trying to stave off total decompression to no avail. Without immediate salvation into the sealed off parts of the ship, he'd soon die of asphyxiation.
The other two continued to press their attack, firing off stun rounds to at least try to put Matt down to prevent another death. The standing Cyborg bravely stood in the open while ushering his remaining Marine companion into partial cover. The Cyborg would harder to take down.
Speaking of Cyborgs, the Commander above the priate ship's hatch would take her gun and sling it behind her before grabbing yet another stun grenade, her last one. Realising they were fixing to close the hatch on them, she armed the grenade and tried her luck with throwing it in before the hatch doors shut her out. The Marine she saved got on top of the ship next to her.
"Get back on the Firedrake." She ordered. The Marine complied by saluting and jumping out toward the breached hatch of his frigate, letting the inertia of his action carry him in the weightlessness between the ships.
The other Marine that had been sucked out with them had missed the enemy ship's hatch and actually slammed into the hull next to the hatch. As the door was closing, he'd attempt to wedge his rifle into the door's path. Whether he'd succeed or not, he'd draw his sidearm, which was a military-issue repeater blaster, and open fire. They were not stun-rounds, however, but lethal blaster bolts.
[member="Dar Moraal"]
Relina found this guy a very worthy challenge. She ended up taking a hit to her fighter's top-rear just as she sharply banked to get Dar back in front of her. The damage was greater than it could have been, since her shields had been switched to double-forward. "Swax'if! I'm hit! Starboard engine losing power." she grumbled. Despite the slow fall-off of thrust from the starboard engine, she briefly heard the sound of a lock-on.
"Lock achieved..."
"Angel One, Fox Two!" she said as she finally launched a Concussion missile at her difficult opponent. "Get out of my sky!"
Further, despite the damage, she'd give chase to her opponent. If she would shoot him down tonight, she wanted to confirm it. It had been a long time since she flew against someone this skilled. Of course, she didn't know she was flying against a trained Force-user, let alone one belonging to the Dark Side. Despite hanging around with a Jedi, one of a very select few she trusted, she still had little concept of what the Force really was. She just knew there existed foreign religions that were centred around it and could perform amazing feats with it, although for the longest time she assumed it was some form of sorcery or sleight of hand. Her routine military physicals even suggested she was sensitive to it, but she never put any stock in it. Josh even suggested such to her, but she didn't know what to really make of it. All she knew or cared about at the present time was clearing out this last starfighter.
[member="Quinncolson"]
The two Marine squads that entered the damaged docking bay began boarding Quinn's ship. One squad boarded it while the other stood guard outside.
"Search the ship and detain any foreigners you find. Hold them here. Any cargo is to be brought here as well, to be searched for contraband." Commanded the Cyborg squad leader.
"Yes sir." responded a female Marine. The squad spread out into the small ship, not having a whole lot of ground to cover. Their search wouldn't take long.
The Cyborg leader himself went to the cockpit and found Commander Roc and Quinn. "Commander! It is good to see you safe, sir." he said in Hapan.
Holland replied in the same language, a rather smooth, romantic, and sexy language at that. "Thank to this one, Lieutenant. I promised her that she will be taken care of, so take it easy with her."
"Yes, sir. No harm will be done to her if she co-operates." The Cyborg Lieutenant said, lowering his rifle and reaching out for Quinn's wrist. He didn't seek to restrain her apart from simply taking her in his firm grip. He'd then proceed to search her for weapons.
Holland then lowered his own weapon, deactivating it with a quiet powering-down noise, and then holstering it. he'd translate. "He said, no harm will come to you if you co-operate. He's going to need any weapons you're carrying. "
Cyborg armour was haematite-black with silver trim and a grade heavier than standard Marine Type 3 Mk1 Personal Defense System armour suits. It was full-coverage and fully sealed and looked just a bit more imposing than that of marine armour. It was designed to work with cybernetic implants and any prostheses an individual Cyborg Warrior possessed. While fewer in number on the whole, the Cyborg Warriors have long been part of the Hapan Royal Navy's combat personnel, often deployed in standalone squads or lances as special operations forces or as the leaders of Marine squads, if sufficiently ranked. Their helmet visors were thin, chevron-shaped pieces of transparisteel with a silvery mirror-coating that concealed their faces. Like most full-coverage armour suits, they also had speakers on the outside of the helmet.
[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]
[member="Matthew (Rogue) Drevur"]
The slugs fired at the two Marines and the Cyborg still in the breached hatchway would penetrate the personal shielding and dent their armour. Most armours in this day and age made slugs, generally, impractical. Even Imperial Stormtrooper armour from back in the galactic Civil War days could take a few of your your average slugs, but tended to only take one or two of blaster shots before failing. However, with sustained fire, even heavy Mando armour couldn't last forever. The Marines had thinner, lighter armour than the Cyborg Warriors did, incidentally. One Marine took a few centre mass and wound up with a breach in his armour. Air was escaping into the void through the hole in the dent, which itself pressed right into his chest.... painfully. He hit the busted floor trying to stave off total decompression to no avail. Without immediate salvation into the sealed off parts of the ship, he'd soon die of asphyxiation.
The other two continued to press their attack, firing off stun rounds to at least try to put Matt down to prevent another death. The standing Cyborg bravely stood in the open while ushering his remaining Marine companion into partial cover. The Cyborg would harder to take down.
Speaking of Cyborgs, the Commander above the priate ship's hatch would take her gun and sling it behind her before grabbing yet another stun grenade, her last one. Realising they were fixing to close the hatch on them, she armed the grenade and tried her luck with throwing it in before the hatch doors shut her out. The Marine she saved got on top of the ship next to her.
"Get back on the Firedrake." She ordered. The Marine complied by saluting and jumping out toward the breached hatch of his frigate, letting the inertia of his action carry him in the weightlessness between the ships.
The other Marine that had been sucked out with them had missed the enemy ship's hatch and actually slammed into the hull next to the hatch. As the door was closing, he'd attempt to wedge his rifle into the door's path. Whether he'd succeed or not, he'd draw his sidearm, which was a military-issue repeater blaster, and open fire. They were not stun-rounds, however, but lethal blaster bolts.
[member="Dar Moraal"]
Relina found this guy a very worthy challenge. She ended up taking a hit to her fighter's top-rear just as she sharply banked to get Dar back in front of her. The damage was greater than it could have been, since her shields had been switched to double-forward. "Swax'if! I'm hit! Starboard engine losing power." she grumbled. Despite the slow fall-off of thrust from the starboard engine, she briefly heard the sound of a lock-on.
"Lock achieved..."
"Angel One, Fox Two!" she said as she finally launched a Concussion missile at her difficult opponent. "Get out of my sky!"
Further, despite the damage, she'd give chase to her opponent. If she would shoot him down tonight, she wanted to confirm it. It had been a long time since she flew against someone this skilled. Of course, she didn't know she was flying against a trained Force-user, let alone one belonging to the Dark Side. Despite hanging around with a Jedi, one of a very select few she trusted, she still had little concept of what the Force really was. She just knew there existed foreign religions that were centred around it and could perform amazing feats with it, although for the longest time she assumed it was some form of sorcery or sleight of hand. Her routine military physicals even suggested she was sensitive to it, but she never put any stock in it. Josh even suggested such to her, but she didn't know what to really make of it. All she knew or cared about at the present time was clearing out this last starfighter.
[member="Quinncolson"]
The two Marine squads that entered the damaged docking bay began boarding Quinn's ship. One squad boarded it while the other stood guard outside.
"Search the ship and detain any foreigners you find. Hold them here. Any cargo is to be brought here as well, to be searched for contraband." Commanded the Cyborg squad leader.
"Yes sir." responded a female Marine. The squad spread out into the small ship, not having a whole lot of ground to cover. Their search wouldn't take long.
The Cyborg leader himself went to the cockpit and found Commander Roc and Quinn. "Commander! It is good to see you safe, sir." he said in Hapan.
Holland replied in the same language, a rather smooth, romantic, and sexy language at that. "Thank to this one, Lieutenant. I promised her that she will be taken care of, so take it easy with her."
"Yes, sir. No harm will be done to her if she co-operates." The Cyborg Lieutenant said, lowering his rifle and reaching out for Quinn's wrist. He didn't seek to restrain her apart from simply taking her in his firm grip. He'd then proceed to search her for weapons.
Holland then lowered his own weapon, deactivating it with a quiet powering-down noise, and then holstering it. he'd translate. "He said, no harm will come to you if you co-operate. He's going to need any weapons you're carrying. "
Cyborg armour was haematite-black with silver trim and a grade heavier than standard Marine Type 3 Mk1 Personal Defense System armour suits. It was full-coverage and fully sealed and looked just a bit more imposing than that of marine armour. It was designed to work with cybernetic implants and any prostheses an individual Cyborg Warrior possessed. While fewer in number on the whole, the Cyborg Warriors have long been part of the Hapan Royal Navy's combat personnel, often deployed in standalone squads or lances as special operations forces or as the leaders of Marine squads, if sufficiently ranked. Their helmet visors were thin, chevron-shaped pieces of transparisteel with a silvery mirror-coating that concealed their faces. Like most full-coverage armour suits, they also had speakers on the outside of the helmet.
[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]
