...Now I Got My Cootie Shot [TRA,LOtF]

[Moira Skaldi]

@[member="Sargon Vynea"], @[member="Lucien Cordel"]

Moira had levelled her flamer against Lucien and a stream of scorching, cleansing heat, meant to engulf and incinerate the Governor had shot out of the weapon. Howerver in this moment as the flames shot out Sargon suddenly leapt out of the fray, armed with sword and shield, moving with great speed and seemingly trying to barge her over with his shield.

Her scanner had picked up on movement and she was about to spin, but nonetheless his shield hit her. However, Moira was a lot tougher and, though hopefully the killer robot will not suddenly feel murderous for this writer bringing it up, weighed a great deal more than it might appear on first sight. Nonetheless he struck her before she was hit back and so she was knocked back a step, meaning that Lucien would not be struck fully by the flames. However, she stood her ground, not wavering, hitting her was a bit like hitting an immovable object and so, no emotion written upon her features, little response beyond twitching, something also brought about by the torrent of lightning she had been subjected to, she gripped her flamer and turned it on Sargon. Scorching heat was ejected from the weapon as the stream of flames shot out towards him.

 

[Arage Bao]

Jared had just arrived at the designated place and laid out all his troops when Sargon radio'd him for assistance, he had to suppress a curse at that. They could not leave these packages unguarded and as such he would have to leave all his men here to guard them. How he had dreamed of a situation like this, attacked by Rebels all over the place and having to leave his guards to protect some frekking diseases packed in a box. He would skin the Doctor alive for this. Jared took out his radio and hailed Sargon, for some reason he could only hear explosions and shooting on the other side. It seemed it already had begun, so acknowledging his request would be pointless in any rate.

As such he just ordered his men to stay where they are and protect the doomsday boxes with their lives. "Devron, I swear to Yun-Harla herself. If I return here to your dead body and the boxes gone? I will personally ask the Sith Emperor to resurrect you. And you will have to hear my nagging for eternity. Is that clear, Soldier?"

Not waiting for a reply he began to run towards Sargon and Lucien. It seemed the boys needed his help, what kind of Lord Admiral would he be if he did not help his failing comrades?

@[member="Sargon Vynea"] @[member="Lucien Cordel"] @[member="Moira Skaldi"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

The fire scorched the remainder of Luciens outer clothes but the Iron Skin held ... just. Lucien remained unconscious, which was a good thing for him really given that flames Hurt a lot and Lucien had just been bested by a rebel droid thing, not the greatest thing to put on his résumé. So being unconscious saved him from the pain of fire and embarrassment. Whilst the cyborg was distracted the medical team rushed forward and began quickly evacuating the wounded with Lucien being first priority. Gunfire and explosions were rampant though so the process was a slow one. If the cyborg could best sargon in time then their job may get harder.

 

[Alleycat]

Dirks didn't have the Force, but he did have a keen sense of his surroundings. So when a glowing rod reflected off the surface in front of him, the Rendili finished off the enemy soldier he was fighting with, then lunged to the side trying to be quick enough to evade @[member="The Wrathful One"] who was coming from behind him. Though to his relief, the Force user with the pike retreated when bolter explosions from behind the Rakata apparently hit their intended mark in some way. It seemed @[member="Delila Castillon"] still cared just a bit as he saw a glimpse of the redhead briefly in the distance as he looked back. The beach bum owed Red one.

Just as Hutch was bounding up from the floor, an explosion rocked the area and a burst of flame came towards him. The SpecOps Major ducked back down again, but the heat was intense as it rode over the Rebel, cooking him though not toasting him. If Charlie the lizard made it through, he'd be lucky as the anti-Force creature was in his backpack, which now was singed.

Seeing @[member="Thessa Kai"] ahead a bit in a daze, Dirks quickly got up and grabbed the Galan by the arm, leading her deeper into the garrison as there seemed to be a narrow opportunity to do so in the confusion of the fighting. The Rebels' mission was to obtain some of the bio/chem weapons, and that's what they were going to do, then get the hell out of there.

@[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[The Plague Doctor]

The Plague Doctor entered the power room. He went towards the fuse box, checking corners, and looking back at the door. He hoped nobody entered the facility. He felt like he was forgetting something, But what? He put his hand on the smooth fuse box, and opened it. He checked to see if anything was off. Nope. Looks like there was something wrong with the Generator. He continued on walking. He opened a door in the power room. It lead to the generator. He needed to make sure not to trip on anything.

 

[Triko]

@Thessa Kai | @Dirks Hutchinson |@Moira Skaldi |@Noah Corek | @Lylin Osh | @Delila Castillon | @Sargon Vynea

Thanks to the incompetence of the extraterrestrial, almost godlike force that seemed to dictate his every move, Triko really didn't know what was going on.

Glancing around, he noticed lots of shooting and decided to hobble into the facility, pistols still raised and mostly loaded.

"Ginger girl!" He wailed. "What Triko supposed to do!?"

 

[Sargon Vynea]

His shield already raised from the attack on Moira it met the onslaught of flames head on. The Zabrak made quick mental notes on his opponent as his mind adjusted her weight and power to that of a much heavier opponent. Scrunching himself to hide behind the rapidly heating shield his arm felt the slow burning heat as the burning began. Pushing out the pain as Sargon focused on the force, waiting for the time to strike. With clarity he saw an opening in his mind, and spun his blade angled towards the flamethrower. He could feel the skin on his arm starting to truly burn, but with some batca he hoped it could be saved.


@[member="Moira Skaldi"]

 

[Moira Skaldi]

@[member="Sargon Vynea"]

Assuredly somewhere in the netherworld there was an Adepta Sororita, who did not get nerfed, well pleased at this little engagement, for it subscribed to the trope Kill It With Fire and this one is fond of tropes. Or perhaps a certain Colonel of dubious sanity who had once proclaimed 'I love the smell of napalm in the morning, it smells like victory.' Now that we have gotten the meta out of the way we shall continue with the plot, for there is one in this post.

In any case Moira moved to evade when Sargon struck with his Sith blade but the Force - for there is no luck, there is only the Force - was with the Zabrak and had guided him to strike at the right moment, with perhaps unintended consequences for as she sought to dodge his blade struck the fuel tank of the flamer and it burst open with a loud crunching sound, with the effect being that hot, burning fuel was sprayed onto them both.

Moira twitched strongly as the unexpected volley of fuel hit her, skin was peeled aside across her body and skin was ripped and burnt. It was good that she did not need to breathe as the fuel hit her mouth and nose, skin becoming red, then burning, the air was soon rank with the smell of burnt fuel and roasted flesh and damaged electronics. What was left of the wrecked flamer cluttered uselessly to the ground, part of which was ignited as a last stream of flame had escaped the weapon in the same moment as it was destroyed. A damaged hand enclosed around an incendiary anti-force user grenade and Moira tossed it right at the feet of Sargon, aiming to ignite him and turn him into what could be called a Roman Candle.

 

[Delila Castillon]

@[member="Triko"] | @[member="The Wrathful One"]

Delila certainly did not want to fight hand to hand this warrior! This is why she liked the safety of guns and explosions. Rows of very sharp and glistening teeth were certainly headed her way. Hand with the bolter came up at the same time, planning on connecting with her opponents head to throw it off.

"Help would be appreciated any time Triko! Shoot it!"

 

[Thessa Kai]

[SIZE=10pt]@[member="Dirks Hutchinson"]/Any Fringers in the area[/SIZE]


[SIZE=10pt]Further up and further in they went, Dirks' hand dragged her back to reality and away from the haunting images of Daxton's face; her tormentor. She thought they were moving toward the labs. Several guards were closing in on their position and she found herself facing a small hanger instead of a quaint science lab.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]More reinforcements must’ve been called because there was a group armed and waiting for them. Red-kill bolts fired from in front and behind the pair. Grabbing Dirks’ arm, the Galan dove behind a set of crates, pulling the burly Rendili with her. A crate above their heads wobbled and tipped over on the hangar floor, spilling a cache-load of credits across the floor.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Holy Kriff!” Distracted, iced-azure gaze looked to Dirks as she sprawled on the floor next to him.[/SIZE]

 

[Alleycat]

@[member="Thessa Kai"]/any Fringers in the area of the hangar

Well to Dirks surprise they had not found their way to the lab, but rather ended up in the hangar. The Rendili let out a string of curses as several guards took notice and started shooting at the Rebel duo. He brought his deece up to ready and returned rapid covering fire as Thessa grabbed him and pulled the commando back behind some crates.

When the top crate began to topple over, Hutch instinctively covered the Galan with his body to shield her, then moved off after an awkward moment with an apologetic grin on his face for where his hand had ended up. He wasn't quite sure if Thee was going to slap him or kiss him at first, then her iced azure eyes went wide in pleasant disbelief.

"What the…. Well don't just sit there, darlin'. Start stuffing your pockets, your bra, or where ever. I'd really love to help you with that, but seems the guards are not too happy right now with us. I'll entertain them while you gather the loot," he drawled, then grabbed a grenade off his belt and tossed it into the thick of the group of enemy soldiers closing in on them following up with another volley of blaster bolts after the small explosion took out several all at once.

 

[Triko]

@[member="Delila Castillon"] | @The Wrathful One

"Oh!" Triko called out, taking care to aim his pistol at whatever species the creature was instead of around it.

He'd encountered problems with hitting not only the target, but everything around it in the past.

An example of this was his trip to the Witch Station, a space station that only sold sandwiches, sandwiches in droves, mounds of sandwiches stacked up to the roof. He was there on behalf of the Ithorian mafia, procuring some jam sandwiches (a delicacy among the Ithorians) using solid gold diamonds. The issue was that these solid gold diamonds didn't actually contain diamonds, and the diamond-dealing human that was selling the sandwiches didn't want any of the sort. In response, Triko had shot him, taking the jam sandwiches by force. After this, the human's accomplices barged into the room, firing shots left and right. He'd fired at them, but missed by hitting the walls around them, but not the guards themselves. They'd taken him hostage and--

Come to think of it, that story wasn't really useful.

Still, he shot at the alien thingy.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

The flames burst all over the place as the skin burned off the HRD melting it's synthetic skin, Sargon had no such luxury. While the direction of the big burst had been towards @[member="Moira Skaldi"] the Zabrak still took enough liquid to burn his legs. It was apparent now his opponent was either a cyborg, or a full droid to Sargon, but at the moment that mattered little. His shield arm was burnt, and his pant leg was on fire. He needed a solution out of this situation fast, and things were not looking up as she lobbed a grenade as his feet.

Pain eating at his consciousness Sargon found it difficult to focus on the Force, but losing it meant losing to the pain. Evidently no bleeding attacks, or simply bashing was going to throw off his enemy. He was waiting for the grenade to explode, but it had yet to which surprised him, maybe it was a dud? Either way he needed to act now, and end this fight or it was lost. Raising his shield up he grit his teeth through the pain as he thrust his sword forward close to his shield.


((OOC: If my understanding on the force grenade is correct the chip wouldn't allow it to blow as you are standing right there? If I'm incorrect pm me and I'll fix this post sorry if it is ))

 

[Jasper Void]

Somehow his entry had been missed over, and even as the combat was progressing out in front of the building Jasper was getting full access into the facility. Blueprints, security codes, virus information, vaccine locations, and best off the location of a walker. With all this information at hand the medic just grinned, and took off down a series of halls. Instead of going directly for the supplies he went to a hazmat room, and donned himself a suit, with security badge. Now he was ready to get through the guards around the supply room without effort.

Jogging at a slower pace he made his way through the halls to the exterior biological agent containment area. Showing his badge to the Optio @Jared Omvar had left in charge he was able to make his way in by a simple slide of his security badge, and the proper codes. He didn't bother sealing the door behind him, after all that be much less fun then what he had planned. Going to the nearest rack he simply pulled off a small vial and threw it out the door, and smiled evilly as it broke open on the durasteel floor the base was founded on. The guards reacted in less then a heartbeat swinging their rifles around towards the door of the secure storage building, but the virus was faster then even that as it escaped into the atmosphere crippling their brain function.

Much to Jasper's displeasure it wasn't a killing agent, but merely a paralytic virus, either way they were out of the way. Moving through the room he grabbed himself a dozen small vials and put them in a secure device hidden inside of his medkit. Grabbing a bottle of antidote to one of the nastier viruses, Jasper finally set up the implosive explosive device he'd brought with him in the center of the room, and left sealing the room behind him. Even as he passed the Fringe legionnaires he heard the explosives whining as they created a small gravity well that would destroy the viruses safely, and leave no evidence of his theft. ::Team leader, all viruses have been destroyed, I'm headed back out.::

With a cruel smile he thought over all the fun things that were about to happen as half the base would slowly become paralyzed. Only the HRD would be immune to this virus, but for the rest the closer they were to the site the faster they'd fall to their knees. One point for the Rebel Alliance, or at least if they made it off this rock fast enough. ::I'd advise a quick withdraw off this rock, the Fringe has used one of their viruses on the atmosphere. Oh the little lies.

@Triko @Dirks Hutchinson @[member="Thessa Kai"] @[member="Delila Castillon"] @[member="Moira Skaldi"] @[member="The Plague Doctor"] @[member="Lucien Cordel"] @[member="Jared Ovmar"] @[member="Shinjū Aÿasha"] @[member="The Wrathful One"]

 

[The Wrathful One]

The blow from the butt of @[member="Delila Castillon"] gun was a savage hit across the Wrathful One's face as her sharp teeth didn't get the taste of the red heads sweet flesh. That would not be the end of their wrestling match though as she wrapped her arms around the Rebel leader attempting to rip the flesh from her back with her clawed fingers. Hissing low as the blood dripped from her bruised face she pushed her greater weight forward attempting to squish the Rebel leader tight against the wall.

Even as she surged forward he felt a second shot graze her leg the pain increasing her rage, and driving her madness further. She had no time for the second target though as her sole dedication was the morsel before her, "Shinju kill the little one for me, and we will dine on their flesh."

@Triko @[member="Delila Castillon"] @Shinjū Aÿasha

 

[Moira Skaldi]

@[member="Sargon Vynea"]

Moira of course believed herself to be perfect and infallible. If she were human one might say she had a colossal ego, which is interestingly enough the inversion of the inferiority complex a certain woman-shaped battering ram has. However, there was always room for human error, though of course she was not human.

In this case the error lay in the fact that her processing power had temporarily not taken into account that the old Imperial tech on which the anti-force user grenade was based was simply too good and so the chip refused to let the grenade explode. Normally this was quite useful because the first thing any forcer would do would be to try and push the explosive back to the thrower before it had gotten close, but in this case it was an annoyance.

However, Moira did not remain inactive but reacted fast. Her synthetic skin had been roasted and burnt, her electronics and speed were impaired, one of her eyes seemed haywire, but she was functional. When Sargon thrust his blade forward he scored a cut into her shoulder but she was moving and jumped, slower than she would have done with full functionality, but still high as she leapt backwards. A badly damaged, smoking hand that had gotten its skin burnt off and exposed damaged circuitry, enclosed around her bolter, gripping it tightly, and when she was propelled high enough into the air, by her calculation far away enough, she fired, one bolt exiting the gun and aimed at the grenade, another following at Sargon's leg. The grenade tracked from its original position, her own would not matter, but the bolter round should set it off.

The shockwave caused by the explosion would still hit her, perhaps knock her into a wall, shrapnel could scorch and burn her already damaged chassis, but no matter.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

The fight was ending with a bang for the Zabrak as the grenade exploded at his feet sending him flying towards the barracks wall. He was bleeding out of multiple lacerations from shrapnel, and had a good chunk lodged in his thigh that had just missed cutting a major artery, and ending his life. His eyes were blurry as he looked up from the ground, and felt around with for his blade. Even as the world faded to the shadows his hand feel on the handle of a pistol, and in a last ditch effort he raised his weapon, and pointed it towards the direction of the HRD.

Squeezing the trigger the last thing he saw was the light of its laser as it fired towards @[member="Moira Skaldi"]. With that his sight dimmed and he lost consciousness of the pain that seemed to be coming from everywhere. He missed the sudden arrival of the first wave of reinforcements bursting in from hyperspace. The Rebels had scored quite a successful mission, but time was running against them, and the cavalry was arriving.

((OOC: Moira well done good, and good fight have to do that again some time lol. Figure with almost half the Fringe on the ground or about to be, and both prizes in hand I'd start bringing in a reason for you boys and girls to leave before the HRD starts to do some wierdo stuff to us. Great fight guys!))

 

[Moira Skaldi]

((Thanks. Likewise! Have had a fun time))

@[member="Sargon Vynea"]

Moira was still in the air as the explosion hit and though she was fast she was caught in the shockwave of her own bolts, which accelerated her movements as she was knocked into a wall behind her. Such was the force that the wall shook strongly and a dent was blasted into it.

As she rose, mechanically, slower than full functionality would permit, there was a flash of red light as the blaste fired towards her and she was too late to dodge. By chance or will of the Force or some form of karma the shot struck her right eye. Her synthetic skin had already been peeled away and roasted by the force lightning of Lucien and then the spray of fuel, so it hit the damaged metal and melted it. Her vision went haywire as a hole was blasted where her eye should be and she staggered as her vision went haywire. It was like a conduit had shortcircuited as she got pushed back hard against the wall, hanging there limply as she tried to adjust and refocus before her programming took over and she regained control, scanner working with reduced efficiency.

Limping and favouring one leg strongly, she felt something like an electrical jolt as the transmission from Jasper Void shot through her skull. The viruses had been destroyed, supposedly the Fringers had used one.

Jasper...the one on the assault team who seemed as eager as her to unleash the destructive potential of the viruses, which from her perspective was a positive. Moira had a naturally suspicious mind...so she had her own thoughts about what he had been doing.

They would have words once they were out.

However, Fringe reinforcements were incoming. She brought up her bolter at incoming troopers and the weapon barked as explosive bolts exited, her other hand unceremoniously grabbed the dead body of one of their comrades and hurled it at them as she moved, using the weapon to scythe troopers who came in too close or brutally ramming her elbow into them. Her ammunition was beginning to run low, they would have to leave soon.

 

[Thessa Kai]

@[member="Dirks Hutchinson"]

The red finally started to recede from her cheeks as the Rendili crawled off her sprawled-out form. "Hey don't talk about my bra so flippantly!" The Kai-glare was now digging holes into the back of Dirk's head. She had half a mind to flick him in the ear. Too bad that would distract him and probably end up getting them both shot and dead.

"And I hate to disappoint but there's no way my bra and panties would fit this many credits. I'm finding," crawling, she popped open another time. "crates worth here, Sweetie." Peeking over their cover, she spotted what she hoped to be there. An abandoned-enemy shuttle. Shoving the crates on a lift, she gripped the shotgun in one hand and cocked it in the air, firing off a smoke-round for cover. Legs propelled her forward as she pushed the stolen crates worth of credits for the shuttle.

"Try to keep up, flyboy," a smirk was on aqua-lips as she flipped over the channel to Dells. "Got a new ride for us, leader. This is Sirena. What's your sitrep?"

 

[Varus Ren]

@[member="Triko"] @[member="Delila Castillon"]

Behind the fully loaded Jawa was a fully loaded assassin, the creature was what he had his sights set on, so he went to work. Drawing one of his poison tipped throwing knives, he pulled back and arm and threw it with deadly precision into the beast, hopefully hurting it or something. The hooded ex-Jedi didn't have the greatest feeling in the world about the monster, but then again he was a bit of a pessimist.