Faction Mercenary Mayhem (MU)

[Ki'an Vizsla]

The battle raged on nearby, but it was quiet inside the abandoned house aside from the sound of blaster fire outside. They were being beaten badly and would need to pull a serious stunt in order to gain any traction in this fight. The town had been decimated by the conflict that occurred there but thankfully all civilians were long gone and only soldiers remained. There were a notable number of Mandalorians on one side which was expected to give them the edge, however they came at a price and there were far fewer soldiers on their side as their contractors had chosen quality over quantity.

“I think… it’s broken.” He concluded after gently assessing the man’s arm. Along with a head injury and bleeding, the Mandalorian before him had not fared so well in the battle but his injuries were nothing that couldn’t be healed though they would take him out of the battle for the remainder of the day. Ki’an fashioned a makeshift sling out of bandages and helped the man into it before injecting bacta into the wounded area. “Thank you.” The soldier told the medic who gave a small bow of the head in a sign of acknowledgement.

The sound and feeling of a blaster bolt pinging off of his shoulder from behind made him immediately draw his blaster and whip around to aim it at the attacker to return fire but they were quick to jump behind the safety of the wall. Ki’an quickly got to his feet and drew a vibroblade with his free hand since they were in melee range. He advanced on the attacker who launched towards the Mandalorian also with a vibroblade in hand, as expected. Ki’an dropped his blaster in favour of catching the man by the wrist to fight for control of the situation, but the soldier did the same.

After a quick tussle, in which it seemed the opponent would have the edge, there was a short, sharp sound of a blaster and the man fell to the floor. The Mandalorian looked where the shot had come from and saw his ally standing in the doorway to the building, blaster raised, so he put his blade away and beckoned for the man to follow him into the other room where the injured man was sitting. He was not strong enough to carry the man but hoped the one he had just summoned was.

There was a panicked voice from his commlink. “Medic, I need a medic!” Someone shouted. “Can you take him back to the base? I have to go.” He told the man as he grabbed his bag from the floor and ran to the door before shooting up into the air in search of the person who called for him. It was going to be a long day.

 

[Sebas Stronoff]

He sat in the corner of the room resting his eyes as he listened to the sound of the battle raging on outside, blasters hitting the sound of barricades and the sides of buildings. Riit thought of how the battle had been till this point, and oh how it had been a long day to begin with, and it surely wasn't over yet. Riit held a cigar into his mouth and took a long draw from it, slowly putting it down and blowing the smoke out of his mouth as he let out a sigh. He had stopped in for a quick refresher before heading out into the fight, hearing the commlink going active for the sounds of the medic he opened his eyes as Ki'an Vizsla made his way to help the next set of wounded.

With a groan he stood up and grabbed his Z-6 and grabbed his helmet, cleaning off a bit of residue off of it with his cuff before donning it again. He made his way towards the door, his eyes drawn to the many men around him who laid wounded or unable to help in the battle. Riit just sighed and stepped out the door and made his way back to the frontlines.

 

[Mig Gred]

The blade wielding Mandalorian drove the double blades of his Trayc'kad into one of the enemy troopers. Slavers.... One of the few kinds of people in the galaxy that could get Mig angry the moment he saw them. He looked back to where the others were, quickly running back before feeling a blaster strike him dead in the back. He yelled out at the burn that it gave him, but was quick to turn and look for the shooter, only to have another shot strike his chest plate. The Mandalorian ran for cover quickly, swapping his Trayc'kad to blaster mode.

"Osik! I'm pinned!" His comms crackled the message out, while he looked at the shot area. He would quickly let loose with a few shots, but none of them hit. He really couldn't be a better shot could he? Mig sighed, focusing carefully as a arcing electric ball formed in his hands. He didn't know where they were, but this would at least scare them! He then quickly threw the sphere, watching it detonate. Still didn't hit close, but hey, it was something to scare them.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

The drums of war, for a mandalorian they were ever present, unending, defeaning. Star loved and hated the sound, the sickening drum of artillery fire mixed with the sounds of cracks and plasma being shot, the explosions and shrapnel, the debris raining down, the cries of the dying and injured.

The shuttle weaved through the air, thankfully antiair was cleared but occasionally one took a pot shot here or there that got close, the shuttle neared a clearing and slowed down as it came to a stop and landed a little roughly, the door open with some fresh troops that came out quickly and started getting to work recieving move orders for the frontline. As the last came out a tall form emerged as the shuttle closed up and lifted off to go retrieve more troops, standing with her armor painted with the colors of solus, the emerald dragon glanced about. A medallion signifying her as a battlemaster hung at her side next to her assortment of weapons

Once she had gotten the layout she moved forward towards some building being used as a makeshift fob, ducking inside she would reach up and retract her lekku armor before taking her buyce off and sighed....just another day on the fething job....turning her head quickly she put her buyce back on as the lekku armor extended and sealed. Blaster fire was close by and that wasn't a good thing at all this close to the fob, grabbing her Sabers she moved forward and started at a quick pace moving oddly quiet, the sound got louder as she spotted a occupied building taking pot shots at some medics trying to move a man back to the fob to get prepped for transport. Popping her neck she stood to her full height and started a sprint towards the build, the snap hiss of her signature blades coming to life filling the air with a hum as she paused for but a moment to crouch low and jump right into a window

The men inside watched as star planted her feet down into a man's chest, they started firing at her as she ducked and moved swiftly letting the force flow through her as she spun and sliced right through one man letting his top half fall before she inhaled and then ducked low as she shot a burst of fire into the air with pyrokinesis and then suddenly the entire room became engulfed in a burning flame, men screamed as they either fell from the window and perished or fell into the next room babbling about some damned demon

And that demon currently was out for blood, slavers deserved no mercy, as the next room prepare they'd see the t visor slowly grow closer like a demon

you'd do best to run

The only thing anyone outside would hear was screaming and the sound of searing flesh as stardust tore through the enemy

The emerald dragon had fully arrived and quickly was started

 

[Ki'an Vizsla]

It didn't take long to identify the person lying on the floor, being leaned over by an ally, to be the one needing aid but being in the heat of battle complicated the matter. The amount of Mandalorians on their side and the sheer determination they had ought to have been enough for their side to win.

With no time to waste, the Medic shot through the air and dropped down beside the injured man who had an ally clung to the lifeless body. The wound was immediately apparent from the blood-soaked clothes which suggested the man had been shot in his side and had untold internal damage. The soldier was not a Mandalorian. He did not don the impervious Beskar armour that many of his allies did and it was his weakness.

"I'm sorry. I can't do anything. He's already dead." He informed the man of what they both already knew. It was the sentence everyone dreaded hearing or saying and the man holding his friend looked distraught upon confirmation of what he already knew.

Blasterfire rang around them and while their allies had taken the brunt of the damage, they couldn't afford to be sitting targets any longer so he had to urge the man to leave his friend. "We need to leave." He told him as he got to his feet but the man didn't move so Ki'an tried a different approach. "Your friend wouldn't want you dying here." He told him which prompted the man to look up at the Mandalorian before nodding in response and getting to his feet to retreat to a safer location.

As he was about to head back to the abandoned building, which housed some of those with non life-threatening injuries, a grenade was dropped from overhead by the enemy and exploded upon impact with the ground. While he wasn't too close to the grenade, the impact of the blast threw him backwards into the side of a building.

He woke up a few seconds later to the sound of ringing in his ears and distant blasterfire and groaned from the ache and pain of the impact. He remained still for a few more moments as he adjusted to the situation before pushing himself onto his hands and knees but as soon as he did so, he hesitated to stand up as dizziness set in. After a few more moments, he pushed himself onto his feet and put a hand to the wall to stabilise himself before assessing the situation around him.

There were some who had been closer to the blast who lay unmoving but there were movements from someone lying nearby who was just as dazed as he was so Ki'an stumbled over to him and dropped to his knees beside the injured man. There was a piece of shrapnel in his leg which his hand moved towards to feel but Ki'an caught it and warned him against it. "Don't remove it. It's keeping the blood inside your body." He told the man who complied.

::I need an evac on my coordinates:: He said over comms and was promptly responded to. The medic couldn't focus enough to treat the man before him and so sat with his back against the wall and closed his eyes to stop the dizzy feeling that was bringing on a wave of nausea.