Into the Jaws of Death [OP Invasion of Sith-Occupied Coruscant]

[Gorba the Hutt]

OOC: Currently RPing through my NPC Graze, listed under Darkwater Security Personnel.

LOCATION: Valley of Lords
Allies: [member="Darth Junra"] [member="Darth Mierin"]
Enemies: [member="HK-36"], [member="Mia Monroe"]

"HQ-Actual this is Fin Lead," Graze rasped into the comm as his Warden Cloud Combat Car raced through the air, "What's our sitrep? Over."

"Fin Lead, this is HQ-Actual. Hostile escorts have detached from their dropships and are engaging our bombers. Enemy AA is localized. How copy?"

"Good copy."

"Friendlies are enroute to engage. Over."

"Roger. Over and out."

Graze swung his craft toward the section of structural damage which had indicated the impact of a large, heavy object. He'd had to sift through several intelligence reports made during the opening moments of the invasion. Sith intel officers had marked down the incoming dropships. Whatever had landed here had been particularly large and best fit the description of what Graze and his sortie were searching.

The Karkarodon and his wingmate flew in the Wardens, with two other Sith interceptors helping to escort the single squadron of bombers. They would have had a hard time making it through the swarm of Omega fighters and localized AA had not several things occurred.

Firstly, the dropships the Omega fighters were supposed to be protecting were attacked by two squadrons of interceptors that swiftly began chewing up the undefended, clunky vessels. Second, the Omega fighters in the airspace above the Valley began receiving sudden and unabated attacks from SAM and AA emplacements, flak and missiles slicing into their midst. Third, an overwhelming amount of Sith starfighters moved to intercept the Protectorate squadrons. The SAMs and AAs then diverted their fire toward outlying vessels and worked in a coordinated fashion to produce an umbrella defense against any Protectorate fighter that sought to break away from the engagement.

Lastly, the mobile Protectorate AA came under attack from local military forces who utilized RPGs to harass and destroy the large, clunky AA who may have been mobile in an open field, but not in this urban sprawl choked with buildings and tiny streets. In fact, fighting on Coruscant was probably a LAV driver's worst nightmare.

The fact of the matter was that this was a hugely desperate attempt by the Protectorate to take Coruscant. Not only were their fighters severely outnumbered, but the sheer amount of Sith AA hidden amidst the vast array of skyscrapers and catwalks would make even the long-dead pilots of Rogue Squadron think twice. Coruscant wasn't the Deathstar, but unless Protectorate pilots consisted of Skywalker and Antilles clones, it might as well be.

Furthermore, the attempted movements of Protectorate ground forces would be hampered by the terrain, by the One Sith garrison, and by local guerrilla forces from the Underworld - tired of the planet changing hands and the investor flight it could create.

All this came together to allow two Warden cloud cars and a squadron of bombers the chance to strike.

"Fin Lead to Fin 2, it's there. Besh squadron, initiate bombardment."

The Karkarodon himself turned his Warden cloud car to point at the gigantic vehicle below and squeezed the trigger, deploying one concussion missile.

"Fox One," he rasped evenly.

The now uncloaked Mandalorian Bral faced one concussion missile and half-a-dozen proton bombs.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Imperial Palace
Ememies: [member="Knight"]
Allies: @One Sith
Objective: Death of an Angel now..

Shargon was slightly blown by the gust, having parts of his body trail off and reconnect to his black smokey self. This Jedi knew nothing of the Filar-Nitzan anatomy and would now fall he his hand like many others that thought him odd. Shargon was an assassin for Blacksun and Spy for Imperial military after all. Shargons red eyes appeared as he looked at [member="Knight"] and started after her. Shargon took the stairs and floated up to the second floor in a Jogging speed. Apon reaching the desired Floor Shargon looked at the Jedi incoming. Reaching for a small light dagger he quickly flung one her direction aiming to nearly miss her to get her attention. Shargon stood by the stairs and he floated their in his cloak ready to throw another.

" You dare Ignore me?! You will fall Jedi scum... " Shargons voice traveled around the room as a yell but echoed around afterward like a whisper. Creepy.
Shargons Smokey body wisped around in his cloak and he waited for [member="Knight"] 's attention.

 

[Drex Skyreaper]

Objective: Secure entrance to the Throne Room
Location: Throne Room Entrance
Allies: [member="Ordo"], [member="Sven Talith"], [member="Darth Janus"] specifically [member="Sero Valrel"]
Enemies: Azrael and OP

Drex rounded the last turn the entrance to the Throne Room in front of him. Taking a quick minute to scan around the area in front of the door making sure there were no surprises to suddenly pop out at him. Drex frowned at how relatively undefendable the area is but would make up for it the best he could. Failure was not an option.

Drex dropped down into a kneeling position his back to the door facing down the corridor leading to it and hunkered down leaving very little of his body exposed.


Now all he had to do was what for Titus and then let nothing get past them to even challenge the Dark Lord.

 

[Hal Terrano]

LOCATION: Valley of the Dark Lords, Bubble Trouble?
ENEMIES: Omega Potatoes, [member="Kaida Taldir"]
ALLIES: One Sith
OBJECTIVE: Hey, I haven't tried to lay a finger on a single person!

Was it a roof, was it not a roof?

Was there the Force, or wasn't there the Force? Sometimes the game was insisted upon being changed so much that those left in the wake of the confusion were left putting socks on their hands and mittens on their feet. At least my hands are warm now, minus to dexterity.

Then it happened, suddenly. A sensation that he had experienced once before, the Force being torn from his very being causing Hal to gasp as one of the former Jedi's vital senses was so abruptly snuffed out. A blessing in one hand, as the frost within him began to disperse but on the other hand it left the man disorientated, reminded of those four white walls of Nemene Talith, closing in, suffocating. It left him a blur of aggression and confusion. Not a great nostalgic mix.

“Why did you leave me?” he whispered, fingers pushed deep into his temples, visible stress scrawled across his face. Who was he talking about? The Mandolorian? No, don't be ridiculous, she couldn't be liked even if she were made entirely of marzipan. No, somebody else.

Not the time for this, Hal, buddy.

He began to run, where he wasn't sure but he was compelled to just go, of course he got about two steps, his hip twanged hard with pain and it turned into a stumble. Yet caught in a moment of delirium he merely trundled forward, stumbling all the while. Grit your teeth, keep running. Where are you going? Please don't cry. Hal, Hal, baby. The battlefield is not the place for unresolved emotional issues, for the love of Palpatine's private parts, keep it bottled up!

Good thing he tried to run.

An explosion from behind him sent him rocketing off of his feet, skidding face first onto the ground with dramatic effect. Now he was being bombarded. The armour kept the most of him safe from shrapnel, although the ground did give his face an almighty scrape. The world was a blur, there was a ringing in his ears that completely eclipsed his surroundings but at the very least it gave him clarity. Hal Terrano was a defender. Back on your feet, boy.

He would stand, it was all he knew how to do.

Although on a technical level, he wasn't standing, he was running. Well, swiftly hobbling. Knowing that his aggressor would not stop until he was giblets on the street the Knight began to run, and rather erratically at that. Constantly stopping at a moment's notice to quickly pivot and change direction. Without the Force he could not find or even get to his opponent, he simply had to run.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

Location: Valley of the Dark Lords. Roof of some building.
Enemies: [member="Hal Terrano"], HK-36
Allies: [member="HK-36"]
Objective: Shoot things


Loss of the Force was annoying, but at least Kaida had a big gun. Another bolter round leapt out of it and surged towards Hal as he ran, trying to escape the shots. At this distance precision and direct hits were impossible, but it still worked for bombardment purposes, so she would not be trying to hit him directly rather try to ensure he was caught by the shockwave and shrapnel, which may pin him down. Or perhaps she was just terribly annoyed about no longer being able to pull off cryomantic tricks and was trying to get this out of her system by shooting at things.


She was lining up a shot, but HK just had to fire his shatterboltgun at Banshee without bloody warning her that the mass driver would be so bloody loud! Damn that robot. She would...freeze him. Oh, wait, she could not do that. But perhaps once she got the Force back she could conjure up a storm tide and throw him like a ragdoll.

And then there was the thunderous roar of the Mass Driver that came after the projectile and flash, it would be like a cannon firing, as it did not had as strong sound dampeners as other models of shatterguns made by Abregado, just enough to keep the weapon from destroying itself. It would probably scare Kaida if not stun her temporarily, the droid in his quick movements forgot to warn her, and if there were any doubts that there were indeed enemies in the building HK and Kaida occupied at the moment, well they were lifted and their position revealed with one shot of the weapon.

No further shot escaped her weapon, rather it fell out of her hands as her eardrums felt like they were being blown up and she was stunned, now in a daze because a certain droid had thought it was a good idea to fire off a cannon while she was right next to him! Fortunately she was in a crouching position and so she did dramatically tumble to the ground like a headless puppet whose strings had been pulled. It was still bloody disorientating and for added emphasis her head banged against the ground. Fortunately she was wearing a helmet!


For a few moments everything was like in a haze for her and she obviously lost track of Hal, meaning she would probably have little idea where he was now. Gradually she recovered and regained her balance, though her ears were still ringing. "You could've fething warned me! Bloody machine. Do you want to blow up my ears? I almost had him!" she shouted at HK. "Oh, and you revealed our position."

 

[Sero Valrel]

Locationalace
Allies: [member="Bastian Briareos"] [member="Drex Skyreaper"] One sith
Enemies: OP

Sero finally came on his destination. It seemed Drex had gotten there first and with out trouble. They couldn’t expect to last long how ever, he could here the sounds of battle echoing down the corridor, a preamble to their own fate.

“Coming up on, you, boss man.” he didn’t want to surprise Drex and catch a blaster bolt. Sero took up position on the opposite side of the door from Drex, staring down the corridor waiting for the inevitable. They were the last line of defense, just the two of them but there might as well been 100 of them, they were Crimson Reapers and while they still breathed Coruscant would not fall.

 

[Arage Bao]

Imperial Palace​

Allies: [member="Darth Janus"], [member="Ordo"], [member="Darth Mierin"]​

Enemies: [member="Mia Monroe"] and other folks​

Once in a while you get yourself into a situation… well… I don’t actually know how to describe a thing like this. I had opted out of participating in the Sack of Alderaan, seemed a little redundant with Heroes like Junra, Janos, Mierin and Hion going into the fold and showing the Republic why it was exactly that the Sith ruled supreme. Then… the Protectorate decided to attack Coruscant, which really brought my eyebrow to an alarming height on my face.

Alderaan had been a surprise attack, no one should have known about it. But then again… when you attack an entire planet, you can’t really keep it secret for a very long time. Spies were a real thing, and the Sith weren’t immune to that sort of things anyway. So here I was, sitting in the reception hall of the Imperial Palace, with a cup of tea and some cookies sitting snugly next to me, waiting to be received by the Dark Lord… when explosions rocked the foundations and scattered my cookies to the ground.

Which was… annoying to say the least, I was going to submit a petition to the Lord, and the Force knew that it was fething hard to get a meeting with the man. So this entire turn in events was pretty… disappointing to say the least, I sighed to myself and then finished my tea. A guard came running, yelling if I was alright, did I look alright? Not particularly, but it was the Noble’s part to act exactly as if things were going according to plans.

You wouldn’t want to alarm the common man, they were here to serve to our will, thinking wasn’t exactly their way of doings things. So I gave him a curt nod. ‘All is well, Bertrand. Go back to your post and watch for intruders.’

He smiled, happy that the decision was taken from his hands and then returned to his post. I stood up, looking a bit sad at the cookies and then took the blade from the table in front of me. It was a huge thing, but it did its job fairly well. Basic alchemized steel, made sure that the edge never dulled.

Obsidian filled my eyes, as I breathed in the Force. This was going to be interesting.

With the blade in my hands, I started to walk into the general direction of the explosions, somewhere there I’d find a battle I guessed.

 

[Caulder Dune]

THE IMPERIAL PALACE

[member="Sven Talith"] | [member="Ember Rekali"] | [member="Ordo"]

As the Mandalorian and the Agent shuffled past him to make for the exit, Janus rolled his eyes. He had no idea what a Nair was. He assumed it was the Mandalorian's weapon. Primitives often had the peculiar habit of naming their weapons. It made little sense. A gun was a gun, regardless of whether or not they attached an identity to it. He also suspected Nair meant something in that guttural, culturally bankrupt language of the Mandalorians. Janus did not speak troglodyte, thankfully, and so the exact meaning was lost on him. Whatever the case, Janus kept these thoughts to himself and his lips uncharacteristically sealed. There would be time to exact verbal vengeance later.

They eventually cleared the Ysalamiri field. Tempting though it was to crush the windpipes of every Mandalorian they walked by, it would only delay their arrival. Janus remained behind both the Agent and the Mandalorian, content to have the both of them remain in his sight. Eventually they arrived at the Imperial Palace, brought before the Dark Lord. He looked different now, less like a Dark Lord and more like a mindless brute. Whatever. Tyrin could care less who or what sat on that idiotic throne, he just wanted that holocron.

 

[Nameless Knight]

Location: Imperial Palace
Allies: Omega Protectorate
Enemies: One Sith [member="Shargon'Ta"] [member="Sero Valrel"] [member="Drex Skyreaper"]
Objective: Assault Throne room, fight guards

Knight kept going and blow another gust, his shouting had her turning to look but she was curious now. The species, this sith was wasting his strength trying to attack her. Great concentration was needed from reports about them to interact with solid objects it was why they went through vents, their speed was also slower then a human and she was flying while a hand brought the sabers up with a barrel roll to deflect and slice the dagger. She flapped at the smoke again to go higher and focused the force to go after the Imperial throne room hitting the window to come through then rising as the wings and her clothing shifted. Becoming a shirt and pants that clung to her while buzzed pink hair offered nothign to grab. She looked at the two giards clad in red [member="Sero Valrel"] [member="Drex Skyreaper"]

 

[Tyger Tyger]

LOCATION: inside the Temple of the Valley of the Lords
ALLIES: One Sith, [member="Hal Terrano"], [member="Darth Janus"]
ENEMIES: Omega Protectorate and friends.
OBJECTIVE: Naptime


Wounded and tired, his eyebrows lowered in a scowl as [member="Darth Janus"] and company migrated away to spin in the circles of that same incestuous melodrama. And left him behind. Alone. To die.

How embarrassing.

“You’ve gotta be fething kidding me…,” he snarled.

But as he said it, he recognized the second person was of no use here. He had been kidding himself.

This was the world of the Sith: The one from which he was born, the one from which he escaped, and the one to which he returned.

For the money.

Milo staggered through the entrance of the temple, a blood-soaked fingerless glove leaving a trail of red along the wall, marking every stumble and every rise in his quest for somewhere to simply sit down. He was so tired and his head was pounding.

He was the unfortunate pet that had deceived himself into believing he was part of the family; that he wasn’t something forgivable if backed over by the car, or replaceable in the same instance. He had joined for the money, and that stable paycheck had made him fat and loyal, and cost him the freedom of constant survival.

The rage boiled in his heart. To have allowed himself to become property.

He was no lapdog. He was Tyger Tyger, inheritor to a legacy that stretched back farther than any of these perennial factions. The One Sith could eat his poodoo. So, too, could the Tion Hegemony.

Shut up. Remember the money.

He shook his head from the pain, from these distracting thoughts. Emotions were the mechanisms of a monkey afraid to die. He knew this, and he hacked it all way – a gift of tunnel vision, drilling straight into the core and exiting out the eyehole as a big, black spider from Death’s grinning head.

Milo watched as his thoughts went weird, not entirely sure when it was he had collapsed his back against the wall. His piece of mind regained, he nodded off in the temple; an uncomfortable sleep that elicited snores.

Just a couple winks, then he would call Watcher-Four.

 

[Cira]

Location: Valley of the Dark Lords
Allies: [member="Sarge Potteiger"]
Enemies: Sarge Potteiger Darth Praelior, Ysalamari Bubble [member="Tsavong Kraal"]
Objective: Getting thrown up on... this is not gonna wash away..

Strands of red hair would go fluttering in the wind, the helmet ripped off of her head with a painful tug of muscles and nerves. A grunt of pain would follow, as Cira's eyes would squint at the behemoth over her. Skinshifting was taking too long, and just as she was about to pull from his grasp, it happened.

The Yuuzhan Vong went lurching over in a feverish fashion, his brow sweating with the amount of exertion, sending droplets of liquid over her face and chest as his thick muscled jaw came

Evolve.​

The woman would continue her struggles as his mouth flew open and from it funneled a spray of black ooze, splashing against the right side of her face, neck, and chest. The ooze began to move as it would then hit her skin, defying physics and writhing with tiny legs to search for open pores upon her face to filter into.

No.

NO!

Writhing in earnest, and with no Force to call upon, the half Shi-ido woman called upon the only defense she had. What manner of open orifices would start to skin-shift close, skin melding, attempting to prevent any of the liquid and beetles from entering her skin. But she was not fast enough. That black ooze would start to seep into her pores, the scurrying of tiny feet having led them into her mouth, ears, and one even slipped into the corner of her eye before nicitating membranes would sweep over them.

A silent bloodcurdling scream would rip from her throat and coat her tongue, but would only be muffled as the melded flesh of her mouth would contain it. Her back would arch, as the beetles designed to terraform living sapients would start to spread under her armor and over it, claiming her for their own, attaching themselves as they would follow their primary objective.

Flesh would start to shift without Cira's consent, as changling DNA would try and reject what the Dweebits were doing. By then, Tsavong had left her writhing on the ground, but she was effectively out of the fight -- fighting her own battle with the Dweebits. With her changeling DNA, she had an advantage...

But not for long if they kept doing their objective unchecked.

 

[Vulpesen]

On the far end of the battlefield, a black ship finally touched down after its long trip from Myrkrr. As the ramp descended, two figured stood ready, one black, one white. Taking the first steps, the black form of Darth Tsolan emerged from the ship, wearing the blood wolf armor and his signature mask once again as he prepared to defend the planet of Coruscant. With him was [member="Alexandra Cinthra"], and now, it was time for the chaos to ensue.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Valley
Ally: [member="Cira"]
Enemy: [member="Cira"], [member="Darth Praelior"], [member="Tsavong Kraal"]

"Medevac." Sarge said in a dispassionate monotone. "My coordinates. One dropship for cover the other for a critical condition. Don't land. In and out as fast as possible." Looking at Cira with mingled disgust, displeasure and cold rage, he simply pushed himself to a stand, the soldier that had been helping him finally convincing the jelly enough was enough.

It went without saying that a medevac was already being diverted to here, along with the needed cover. Hefting his rifle again, he stared holes in the dropship, whatever the hell Praelior had been doing missing as he moved steadily towards the ruined carcass of dropship and brought his rifle up.

"You and me, ugly. You and me." The squad could handle the newcomer. This was personal.

He hated Vong.

Extragalactic karkholes.

 

[Arage Bao]

Entering the Temple​

Allies: [member="Darth Janus"] [member="Darth Mierin"] [member="Tyger Tyger"] One Sith​

A bloodied blade scratched across the ground of the Holy Place, producing a peculiar and slightly unpleasant sound throughout the room. The thrill still rose up through my veins, demanding me to throw myself into the field of battle again, to feed the blade more and more. I denied that pleasure, instead I kept walking through the Temple.

Somewhere during the battle the Force gave out, I could only feintly sense it through a dark veil clouding all my senses, it was slightly unnerving. But only slightly.

My eye caught a guy… sleeping? What the hell. I kept my distance, didn’t know if this guy was an ally or not, if he was a threat or not and all that other tactical crap. Instead I just called out to him.

‘ Soldier, are you wounded or did you decide the stone is a comfortable place to rest your head on?’

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

SENATE CHAMBER

[member="Countess of Báthory"]

Leaning on the rail, toying with the sonic servodriver, Linna flaunted the skin in question. Pretty soon, the Countess would run into the edge of her own box, and only empty space and a long fall would separate them.

"Allow me to speak on the subject of history. History is cyclical. Every ten years, or every hundred, or thousand -- durations often proportional to the scale of the society involved -- elites think as you do, remember what you do -- and no more. And then, in one form or another, those more capable arise from the scorned, cast down those who claim superior blood, and become the new elites. Two lessons present themselves.

"First, every blue bloodline started with a gutter rat.

"Second, history is not about elite rule. History is about what happens after inevitable revolution."

Senate Chamber


"And by then you either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain." she'd say in turn in regards to revolution, long crimson nails that peeked from fingerless lace gloves would tap a lovely little beat upon the end of the box.

"But the question is, ma petite -- what are you?" she'd muse aloud, honeyed voice still curiously sweeping over the woman as they continued on their conversation.

"What is your place in all this? Mmm? " a hand would gesture to her floating pod. "What are you searching for, dearest? That you, " there came the wrinkle of nostrils and flare at whatever form of intoxication the Zeltron had gorged herself in.

"...So desire to taint your body so? Or perhaps.... it is not a search..." those feline tri colored eyes would peer at Linna carefully, curious. "Perhaps.... it is instead a method to hide."

Such an interesting creature.

 

[Drex Skyreaper]

Objective: Defend Throne Room and Dark Lord
Location: Outside Throne Room Entrance
Allies: @Shargon'Ta @Sero Valrel
Enemies: OP specifically [member="Knight"]

Drex gave a quick nod to Sero as he approached and fell into position pleasantly surprised that his fellow Reaper displayed good instincts. Drex wondered how long it would be before the fight came to him and he would not have to wait long.

As what appeared to be nothing more than floating clothes and pink hair appeared seemingly out of nowhere Drex's face hidden by himself gave a what the frack expression as visibly his head would tilt slightly to the side.

Drex sighted in on center mass of whatever or whoever it was as he fired up the Legion wide comm following his own orders given to the Legion.

"Reapers contact Palace Throne Room entrance." "I saw again contact Palace Throne Room entrance." "Skyreaper and Titus engaging."

Drex took a slow breath and fired a short burst from his rifle at what he hoped was the chest of his target.

 

[Tyger Tyger]

LOCATION: inside the Temple of the Valley of the Lords
ALLIES: One Sith, [member="Hal Terrano"], [member="Darth Akron"]
ENEMIES: Omega Protectorate and friends.
OBJECTIVE: Get Your War On

The pain was back, a constant echo enclosing the periphery of his consciousness. If only he could have slept a little longer until he had quietly died.
She of the Mountain plucked her webs, and Milo dangled like a marionette from their silken strings.

One eye opened, peering over the man who had interrupted his rest; who had called him “Soldier.”

With even the quickest of glances, it was apparent that Darth Akron was a Sith. Milo wouldn’t say he was “in good hands,” but at least he wasn’t in any hands at all. Only spinnerets.
He opened his other eye and sat up from his collapsed posture on the floor, shifting his bowcaster onto his abdomen amidst the blood that had pooled during his incapacitation.

“What a stupid thing to ask,” he appraised the Epicanthrix’s skills of observation. He didn’t give much a crap right now.

After flipping the weapon on Safe, removing the magazine, and ejecting the bolt, he then handed the bowcaster to Darth Akron. “Here, you look strong. Pull this back –“ the grip “ -- until you hear a click.”

Slowly, he climbed to his feet, using the wall for support.

 

[Sero Valrel]

Locationalace
Allies Drex Skyreaper
enemies:[member="Knight"]


Moments after arriving in front of the throne room an enemy came crashing to them. This was it, it was time to prove their value. A strong stand here and the reapers would be heroes amongst the military arm of the one sith. This intruder would make it no further than they had. Sero’s helmet HUD and his rifle were in sync, what he saw is what he was aimed at and he had this pink haired combatant lined up.

He fired a quick succession of shots hoping either he or Drex could put the target down.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Darth Tsolan"]

Alexandra yawned as her hand touched the saber at her side with a certain calmness about her movements. Her eyes looked over the already evident destruction with a certain sadness that filled her and held very little to hope for in terms of this ending peacefully. "We should head to the senate building or valley, both areas are going to need our aid in defending the planet Vulps... or we can charge them head on and get into some trouble." She smiled at him and turned her head towards the fight, the visor of her helmet sliding shut. "Shall we..."

 

[HK-36]

Location: Buildings and Cover surrounding Valley of the Lords,
Allies: [member="Kaida Taldir"]
Enemies: [member="Hal Terrano"]
Objective: Bombardment Support
Musical Selection: Space Oddity cover by Astronaut Chris Hadfield

Immediately after the shot from the Mass Driver the droid has spun, in lightning reflex arming himself with his shattergun pistol, the older Verpine Contraption from which all the advanced railguns Abregado has produced originated. While it did not had as much power or range as the rifle version of it, it still had enough kick for taking some potshots at Hal, and with good hit it could bent phrik and shatter bones.

And so, the droid utilized his advanced sensors and photoreceptors to take quick aim with the pistol, squeezing the trigger three times as Hal begun to retreat and was thrown around by Kaida's bombardment, all three shots were aimed at his exposed hip area, and while the chance of the droid hitting his target at the time, due to variables like the shockwave from Kaida's shots, the distance, and movement, was slim, the chance that at least one of these three shots met its mark was higher. Although the shatterpistol was a semi-automatic weapon like all the other railguns the droid had, well most of them, its rate of fire was higher than the rifle's due to smaller energy requirements.
And so, three silent shots were sent against Hal to stop his retreat, no muzzle flash, tiny pellets at hyper-velocity, only their buzzing would be heard after they would hit whatever they were bound to hit.


"There was no time for warnings,"
The droid said as he slung his bigger weapons over his shoulder, his pistol back in its holster, he would step up to Kaida, she would feel the metal armored chest pressing to her back as her bolt gun was back in her hands.
"And the building was compromised already, the Sith I shot at was downed, however, and she was capable of Force Cloak."

HK referred to the way Banshee was thrown back from the direct shock like a ragdoll, most likely breaking most if not all bones in her body, not to mention organ ruptures. A zip was heard, while HK spoke, as he pulled the Graphite cable from his wrist-mounted grappling hook, wrapping it around Kaida's mid-section to pull her closer to himself.

"You will get another shot, stand on my feet, hang on to your bolt gun tight, and trust me."

Hopefully Kaida was quick to follow instructions for almost immediately after these words she would feel a yank as the droid pulled back on her, walking backwards a few paces, their bodies clinging together by the tight coils of the strong cable, anchored into the armor plates through magnets. She could hear the burst of jets then as fire erupted from the droid's back and feet, it was the systems of his Leovi Wings Jet Suit powering up, his arms wrapping around her mid section, palms open to the sides, cloaks fluttering.

"Here we go."
He would announce as he started to spring forward, their armored bodies cluttering together, equipment and plates jiggling, the edge of the building's roof coming closer and closer until finally-

Dust rose from beneath his feet, with a powerful burst of his repulsorlifts installed in his feet they were catapulted into the air, two orb-like devices extending from his arm armor-plates into his palms as jets burst from them as well, the droid directing his palms, legs, and jet pack on his back in a way to keep them in the air.

If Kaida looked down she would see the ground far beneath them seeming even more distant as they rose in the air.


Were they flying?
Well no, not exactly, even the powerful jets from Abregado's flying systems wouldn't keep two armored beings in the air for too long, especially with the heavy weapons HK was carrying. But they were not falling to their deaths either, instead they were gliding through the air, it was more like a very prolonged jump that would take them in parabolic arc, their destination to intercept retreating Hal.


"Keep firing, damn you!"
HK muttered to Kaida as his jets kept them in the air, the cable kept her secured to him as if he was her makeshift vehicle, he steered them with his feet and arms.

So it seemed poor Hal would not get much rest today as the duo was now gliding through the air to intercept him, they would not exactly fall on him, but HK calculated their path in such a way they would land near his current path of retreat, and with the distance shortening and the added vantage point Kaida had from increased altitude, he would not get away from bombardment immediately either.