Dominion On the Wings of Serpents | CIS Dominion of Ophideraan

[Credius Nargath]

Equipment: [K] [K] [C] [C]
Extra:[X]
Tag: Allya Vi'Dreya | Beric Layne | everyone else in survive
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He wondered if this was simply youthful luck or the brazen stupidity of the young, but as soon as the masked man had manageed to calmly silence the poor survivor, using the remaining lifeforce of the trapped and quite frankly doomed man as his own nourishment, some brazen youth appeared with his lightsaber at the ready, silently challenging the masked man for what he had done. Alas, rather than being provoked or reacting in any sort of violent manner to this challenge, the masked man simply tilted his head when looking straight at the man who seemed to be helbent on putting on a show.

"Dear boy, though painful it may have been, what I did was an act of mercy," Motioning with one of his hands towards the obvious pool of blood which colored the sand underneath the pieces of metal and debris which covered the lower half of the now dried up corpse. "This man was already dead, but rather than have him suffer the exposure to thirst, the sands themselves and perhaps even those serpent masters who are known for violent tendencies both brutal and savage, I simply had the remainder of his life have meaning, have a purpose. If you still think it would've been better to save a man who no doubt lost the use of his legs, probably had severe internal bleedings and obviously some shattered bones, torn organs and more...I won't deny you your opinion, but I would suggest putting down that pitiful laserpointer of yours."

Letting out a sigh, Kredius turned towards the two and made a sound akin to clearing his throat. "Will you two just stop it, a man has died yes...at the hands of my attendant, but this is a crashed ship, some people can't be saved, a cruel and harsh reality when we're in such a situation, but..." Looking up, Kredius could notice the arrival of yet another survivor. Not at all a bad sign, more survivors was always better on a planet like this, though he did wonder...for who it was better, those living on the planet or the survivors themselves. As soon as he wished to greet this new arrival properly though, she instantly started berrating the masked man, which made the viceroy slightly cringe. The masked man had already been calm and collected enough to not go into too much conflict, but with another one spouting out accusations, Kredius knew well enough that the most savage thing on this planet could no longer be said to be the serpent masters. "Now now, let's not make any decisions and accusations without basis so hastily."

The masked man just sighed, seemingly ignoring both Beric Layne and Allya Vi'Dreya , jumping up onto the largest part of the debris, seemingly continuing his work as a lookout. "Too much noise will attract unwanted...attention."

"Forgive my companion, Major Vi'Dreya," Motioning calmly at the dried up corpse and the young man who had nearly accosted them. "Though terrible it may seem, I do not think it is such a bad thing to spare a man the agony of trying to survive in such harsh conditions as this world will no doubt provide us with. Thise IS Ophideraan after all, is it not and we all know what happens to those who aren't fit for the... dealings of the so-called serpent masters around these parts. Is it not better to die a quick death with meaning than a slow and torturous one without?"

 

[Viana Morreth]

Tags: Shamira Karuto | Other Survivors
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At some point, Viana was really going to have to stand firm behind the fact that no meant no. Granted, this time around? Shamira had been right; the pair of them had been busy up to their eyeballs, and after everything that had gone down on their last little excursion? A nice little trip on a cruiser didn't seem like that bad of an idea at all. There would be time to kick back, to relax, and to not have to worry about keeping the redheaded flower out of any form of trouble.

Wrong.

Oh how very wrong that line of thought had been! Not only did trouble quite literally slam into this vessel she and quite a few others were on, but on top of it all? Viana had been nowhere near Shamira at the time of collision. In fact, she had been resting, very peacefully in fact. She had finally just made herself lay down, let her redheaded companion go off and do whatever she pleased without a shadow, and then she had gone to sleep. That deep, body sagging, purple eye-lid causing sort of sleep that she had clearly needed quite badly.

And then she was rudely tossed from her resting place when the vessel lurched. If that hadn't been enough, the noise that followed would have most definitely done the trick, but if even that hadn't been enough? The heavy display cabinet that had fallen on top of Vi would have done it. A series of curses, loud curses, had left the white haired witch's lips. She didn't bother to call out, she had no idea what conditions anyone else would be in, and despite the sharp throbbing pain she felt in her back and side, she pulled her focus.

Luckily her arm was mobile enough and she grit incantations through her teeth. With an upward motion, a thick wall of ice pushed upwards and took the cabinets with it most of the way, leaving more than enough room for Vi to get out from beneath them. When she was free, she laid out against the floor on her back for a time, one hand rested against her side where it hurt and the other pressed against her forehead. But she couldn't just remain laying there, she had to find Shamira...and anyone else who needed assistance along the way too, she supposed.

With a groan, Viana rolled in favor of her bad side and got her arms under her so that she could push herself up. The strain in her back protested immediately, but she grit her teeth and got to her feet anyway. There was an immediate burst of stars in her vision that caused her to sway first and then stagger, but she reached out and grasped a nearby wall to keep herself as firmly planted on her feet as she was going to get at the moment. She gave her body only a very brief moment to adjust, and then she let go of the wall and moved.

"Alright Sha, maybe you're right..." she grit aloud to herself. "Joining the coven to learn might not be so bad...some healing would do nicely right about now." the grousing only continued as she stepped out of the room she had been in and out into the hall it was connected to. There was no face that she saw immediately unfortunately, but that didn't stop her or discourage her. With one hand against the wall to her left, she started to move, keeping her eyes peeled and her ears open for any other signs of life in the area.

"Some get away..." she grumbled.

 

[Eternal Storm]

TE-236 | Allya Vi'Dreya | Shamira Karuto | Credius Nargath | Vytal Noctura | Vyse de Valorous | Beric Layne | Viana Morreth
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The Serpent Masters were not a merciful type. But they were pragmatic, and most importantly, they had encountered these sorts of situations before. Attacking the ship directly would only result in more casualties; rather, they waited and consigned to slowly, one-by-one, pick off the battle droids that had created a perimeter. The small-arms of the droid units were no match for the massive winged beasts, and soon what remained of the Confederacy's defensive forces were a few left-over piles of scrap metal.

But still, they waited.

Meanwhile, the ship itself began to give ominous sounds. That of creaking, small explosions, roaring fire consuming oxygen and other gasses streaming out of broken exhaust pipes and ventilation ducts. For anyone who had even the slightest knowledge of engineering or starships, it was becoming clear: the survivors would have to leave the wreck of the yacht, or risk being killed by the breaking ship.

Kirk Tektus | Aselia Verd | Jasmille Kavos
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Anti-aircraft would not be the chief concern of the rescue forces; or at the very least, conventional anti-air. As shuttles from the Confederate Defense Force descended through Ophideraan's atmosphere, the flying warriors met them on their Serpents. More agile in their own airspace, the serpents used fanged teeth and claws that had evolved to contend with ship hulls, ripping of wings, engines and vital systems, and letting gravity take care of the rest. For those that survived a crash, they would be able to hear the terrible screeches that the serpents made while they tore apart the ships of their brothers and sisters in arms.

For now, the survivors were spared. But that mercy would not last for very long.

Gerwald Lechner | Alkor Centaris | Redd | Fury of Aerðs | Lunara Azure
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In terms of melee and ground combat, the Serpent Masters were inept, to say the least. Whatever small arms they had were old, outdated models scavenged from previous wrecks and previous kills, in poor condition and with little ammunition to speak of. Guards that found themselves in the path of the Confederate's rampage would find themselves easy pickings.

But in the skies, the Serpent Masters reigned supreme. The armor of their beasts would hold against the weak laser cannons of the Confederate dropship, and their serpents could match the pace of the shuttles and starfighters all the while outmaneuvering them. For what Confederates did touch on the ground, if any, the Serpent Masters ensured that there would be no reinforcements joining them. Those flying warriors that were not chasing after shuttles began looking for other prey; and like a falcon hunts rodents from up above, the Serpent Masters saw the small bands of assaulting Confederates as targets ripe for the picking. Warriors began to dive down at insane speeds, silent in their approach until the last second, where the howling shriek of rider and beast would tell of their presence, their targets already as good as dead.

 

[Vyse de Valorous]

Vytal Noctura Viana Morreth
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*Vyse looked up at Shamira Karuto in a fair amount of pain. He'd shift as his every breath was a sharp dagger as he gritted his teeth. He started to realize just how abysmal this situation was as he looked around, hearing the ship creaking as the structure faintly shook from the small internal explosions only getting worse by the moment. He began to panic at the idea of the ship exploding at any second, but brought to his senses by Shamira.

Very surprised and rising a brow, before he could mutter how they would so quickly mend she had already begun digging though her sacks. He was quickly presented with much to his disbelief, berries. He looked back at her, faint smile on his face at how ridiculous her solution was dispute his pain. Regardless of his own doubts he heard her instructions, and after considering weather or not they were actually poisoned as a form of "mercy", he thought it was his best shot of getting out of here, and did as he was told. His eyes widen with surprise as it actually worked exactly as told.

He held back a chuckle as she started to rub her own berries onto his forehead and chest, the very idea this would help something he'd though nonsense up till an hour ago. Though with near and potential on death on coming, his his views changed quite rapidly. Though he shortly realized there was more to this then paste as green energy ran towards his wounds, his ice blue eyes widening in surprise before he'd wince as he was sharply hit with pain, it numbed thanks to the berries given to him moments ago. No stranger to pain by this point, he steeled himself though the rest of the healing process it as she worked her healing magic.

He took the hand she extended, quickly pulling himself up now all his worst pain behind him and returning her nod. "Thank you so much for this!" He said very grateful for her aid and equally happy to be on his feet. "I'll make sure to pay you back for this some time." He said likely following her by now as they quickly made their way though the station, pipes shooting exhaust and the sounds of deterioration from before only getting worse. "Now, what does this Nightmother look like?" He had clearly never heard the term before. "Also let me know if you spot a blaster so I can be actually useful." *He spoke in a cheery tone now that he was at least making progress out of this nightmare.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

They were grounded several clicks from the drop point, but that placed them at a strategic advantage. The enemy was largely collected around the engagement zone, and those that were not would be far less coordinated and numerous. They just had to exploit the advantage.

"We need to rendezvous with the attack team," the Commander barked. There was a sense of urgency in his voice as his gaze scoured the skyline, wary of whatever had brought them to the ground. "We're fish out of water if something swoops down for us."

"Keep together, and don't let your guard down," Alkor told them. "If something does strike from above, focus your fire and gun it down. Their main force should be further ahead."

Skreeeeech!

One of the serpentine creatures dove through the cloudline without warning, teeth bared. The Dauntless raised their weapons and their voices as one, loosing a barrage of firepower toward the vicious beast. Talons and teeth raked, and several men hit the deck in terror as it plunged into their ranks and attempted to shred men before veering skyward once more.

"Keep your wits about you!" The Commander howled. One man suffered three gaping wounds, gored by the lengthy ivory claws of the beast. It undulated and spasmed as it carved a swath through them, then angled itself back toward the safety of the firmament.

They took stock of their wounded in the moments where it was out of sight. "We need to keep moving," their Commander hissed.

"It's primitive," Alkor commented. "Efficient, but it strikes in a manner consistent with guerrilla tactics."

"We can't do anything to it," one of the Dauntless said. "It just left Jaynus critically wounded. We don't have the means to save him here. This whole situation-"

"Is under control, provided you can maintain your composure," Alkor replied, holding up a hand. "Apply pressure to the wounds, for now. Stem the bleeding as much as possible. Devote a man to carrying him the rest of the way to the rendezvous point. I will pick up his slack."

"Sir, you're not armored, we can't just-"

The argument was cut short by another, shrill cry. They all turned their eyes toward the skyline again, but this time, dread conquered them. Several men broke formation to hit the deck. Others moved out of the direct line of the creature's attack, seeking to spare themselves the fate of their friend Jaynus.

Alkor watched as the serpent dove toward him, and the Commander began to fire. "Get out of the way!" the Dauntless ordered. "It's going to-"

A shimmering, red light lanced forth from Alkor's hand, and as the Serpent moved to cut him, it met with superheated plasma. A cry of surprise and a bowl of pain mixed together in its throat as its natural weapons were hewn away and hit the sand dejectedly.

Amazement showed on his face as the Commander watched the man cleave away scale, sinew, and bone. Precise strikes, no wasted movement. Deep, hot red lines remained and cauterized fragments of the Serpents body lay smoking in the sand.

"You damaged it on the first pass," Alkor revealed. "It would have remained to rip you to pieces had it not deemed you a threat. See the scales, the charred areas of flesh beneath, the impact points-" Alkor crouched beside a large segment of the creature's body.

"You're afraid of what you do not understand. There is no shame in that," he explained. "But you have not been deemed the Dauntless Legion of the Confederacy to be shaken by fear. Learn to conquer what intimidates you, Commander, and lead your men by example."

He spoke quietly, and faced away from the other men as he did. The Commander cast his gaze toward the sand. "Lift your head," Alkor disengaged his lightsaber. "You are in command of these men. They look to you for not only your orders, but for how they should conduct themselves. I am not here to make a fool of you in front of your men, Commander. I am here as a show of good faith. I am here to show you that as you lead by example, so too does your Vicelord."

He turned to face the others. "The beast has fallen," he explained. "And now we know that we can kill it. Heed your Commander's Orders, and we will have victory here," he took a step back and ceded to the other man.

"Everyone on your feet!" The Commander raised his weapon. "These things bleed just like we do! Stick together! Larson, take Jaynus. We'll get him to the extraction zone while he's still breathing."

Post 3

Eternal Storm

 

[The Monster]

Theme: Let it rain fire and death!
Objective: Rescue
Loadout: Standard TDW SL Loadout, plus a MAAWS because yes​

Sergei stood in the main briefing room as the situation was unfolding. The mission, liberate a planet on the border of CIS space, mainly because some high lord types had gotten themselves in a spot of trouble. Around him was a platoon of his newly rejuvenated, while not yet complete Dire Wolves. Each man had suffered, trained, and bleed with each other under Sergei's watchful eye, and while they were far from complete in their training, the CIS had called.

And Sergei answered like The Dire Wolf should, with a call to arms.

The planet and ships in orbit were on the view screen, and the official force had been sent ahead of them to attempt to force the landing and allow for Sergei's men to be held as a strategic reserve. Sergei now saw this as a mistake. The drop ships were getting torn apart by these beast riders, and they were much more agile than traditional fighters. The crowd behind him was silent but secretly a hive of energy, each man was hungry to get into the action, eager to prove themselves to their Dire Wolf. Eager to become a blooded member, and be one step closer to attaining their official status as a member of Sergei's pack. They were all already dressed for battle, even Sergei had already donned his armor, his helmet sitting on the table as he watched the oncoming assault faltering in his eyes. They were losing momentum. And that meant they would lose initiative. Without the initiative this would get bloody quick, and would result in a needless loss of life. With a roar in rage at the unforeseen difficulties, Sergei picked up the chair he was supposed to be sitting on and threw it across the room. The men behind him understood his frustration, and without a word they knew what would happen next. Sergei looked at Clark who was also in the room monitoring the situation with his own tactful eyes and Sergei's question was almost unnecessary to ask.

"When can the guns be ready?"

"Two minutes, our target?"

"We're making a new LZ, here," He jammed a finger at the bloody 'AA' defenses they were running into on the ground "We'll take the pods in, load the other forty pods with the heavy weapons and ammo,"

"You planning on staying a while?"

"Only long enough to get those yahoos on the ground. Once the LZ is secured we'll spearhead the assault, on foot if necessary," Sergei's tone was pure determination now, his anger outburst having cleared his rage.

"You've heard the reports they're sending up Sergei,"

"Which is why I got this," Sergei slammed his Big Iron Hand Cannon on the table and then tapped his MAAWS launcher.

"As you wish," Clarke spoke, turning and heading to the bridge, meanwhile Sergei turned around to address his men.

"Brothers and Sisters! Our time has come! You have suffered under my gaze for five weeks and three days before this call to arms was received by myself! Some of you have impressed me, others I believe have yet to show their true potential! Here, is where it is found ladies and gents! On the field of battle! Our people are down there, fighting for their lives and the lives of those on board that vessel that has crashed! I do not need to tell you how important those are! For some of you, this will be your first taste of the horrors of war, for others she'll be a dance partner you are long familiar with! Look out for each other, rely on your training, and remember our creed!"

"EGO SUM DIGNUS!"

"AND WHAT DOES THAT MEAN!?"

"I AM WORTHY!"

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Sergei's roar to his soldiers was deafening of it's own right, the massive human specimen much larger than most of his soldiers.

"I. AM. WORTHY!" Their response was louder in the vessel, the confining space only serving to magnify the roar of his men. Of his wolves.

"TO YOUR PODS!" Sergei ordered.

And at once the people dispersed, filing through to the lockers where their weapons and ammo waited for them, and Sergei donned his helmet to speak into the loud speakers through comms.

"Everyone carrying a MAAWS full combat load, bring everything. And if you have your hands on one of the Big Irons, bring a lot of the APDS rounds. Those beasty's skin is thick, but it ain't no tank! Stay together and watch each other's back!"

Sergei meanwhile grabbed his own weapons, bandoleers, and assault pack with ammo as he walked to his designated pod. He placed each weapon in it's assigned place, finishing with the pack strapped to his back for easy dismount, and stepped into the pod. The main doors of the pod sealed before him, an audible lock confirming the seal of the pod doors. He patched himself into the ship board comms as he checked in with Clarke.

"Your boys seem ready,"

"Aye, what's the package you're sending down to clear the way?"

"Three rounds HE, no hardened buildings in the vicinity so should be simple to mop up," Clark responded.

"Easy enough, send us four seconds after the initial shot,"

"Little close isn't it?"

"Do it, no time,"

Clark would simply nod as he knew there was no arguing with the man, and relayed the order. The Aegis would turn down on it's z axis just enough to get all six guns facing the forward axis. And the first two turrets would load up their HE payloads, the rest cycling in the first eight commandos that would get ground-side. There was a pause as the weapons charged, and then with a massive visible outburst the first two turrets hurled their rounds at the target, three eight hundred millimeter cylinders moving clearly past mach four as flew towards their intended target. And then precisely four seconds later, eight pods were hurled right behind them, moving at a slower acceleration but their boosters getting the pods to pick up more speed over time to catch up. Sergei could feel his heart beat in his head as the blood shot up to his face, but his adrenaline kept him awake. It wouldn't be a long trip. Sergei's pod began to shake and rattle as it began atmospheric entry, and Sergei did his silent countdown with the pod. The drag chute deployed right on time, and the explosions from below could be felt as The Aegis had essentially struck the offending defensive position like a vengeful god. Sergei didn't have time to think on it though as before he knew it, the pod slammed into soft sandy ground, and with a ding the front door explosive bolts detonated. This flung the door of his pod free and Sergei immediately stormed out of the pod with his Jackal ACR in hand, and his MAAWS slung over his back. His aggressive jog/run as he stormed forward moving to clear the immediate area, and he was shortly joined as his other squad mates ran to catch up. Whoever had been here, was now vaporized, but their response wasn't far behind. With a screech the dragon like beast dove on Sergei's little group, thinking them easy prey. Sergei didn't even look up as his far left man simply swapped to his MAAWS, pointed the recoilless rifle skyward at the would be assailant, and pulled the trigger. Through their helmets, Sergei couldn't hear the weapon so much as he could feel the back blast wash over the ground from its point of origin. The High Explosive Anti-Tank warhead surged from the tube in a absolutely breath taking display of fire, fury, and sheer firepower, and its gunner had aimed true. A massive explosion would rock the beast, and once in the center of its chest where a heart had been, was now a gaping hole where the molten metal jet combined with a massive explosive charge had literally carved its way through the poor animal, and its rider. It would land with a crash before Sergei, and he would make a simple call over comms.

"RELOAD!"

The squad stopped in unison, each pulling security in a direction as the AT gunner reloaded, and Sergei brought his MAAWS up in case another were foolish to try and attempt a second attack. Seconds later, they continued their sweep, satisfied that the landing area was now indeed clear.

"Radio the Aegis! I want those heavy weapons down as soon as he sends the last squad through! And get those bloody legs on the comms! I want them here on the double! We can't provide proper support with them being so bloody far away and I'm through wasting time!"

"They'll be here shortly sir!"

The air behind them would start screaming as the pods started to rain down, thirty two more pods coming down in succession, smashing into the ground and each of their occupants dismounting as Sergei had, weapons at the ready. They began to form a tight perimeter, large enough to get several gunships down, but each trooper was within feet of each other, and all were ready to make these dragons learn to fear The Dire Wolves.

It was time to go dragon hunting.

Kirk Tektus Aselia Verd Jasmille Kavos

 

[Kirk Tektus]

Equipment: Phase V Confederate Marine Armor (w/o helmet) - BAW-88 Blaster Carbine
Tags: Aselia Verd Jasmille Kavos The Monster
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As more squads were deployed to the planet's surface, The Gauntlet was establishing a connection between all rescue squads to coordinate and provide intel to assist them in their mission. "Corporal Kavos, Al'verde Vizsla this is Commander Tektus. The Gauntlet set up an encrypted channel so we can communicate effectively. Given our current pace we should reach the crash at relatively same time."

Once they were set up, the Gauntlet contacted them. "All rescue squads, this is TX-0307 of the Gauntlet. I am currently transmitting the coordinates of the Serpent Master's Anti-Air defenses. The valley ahead appears to be a nexus of hostile activity, I calculate a probability of 79% the Anti-Air is at that location. Be advised that Serpent Masters are closing in on your positions, mounted on their Serpents. I will continue to provide any tactical assistance to ensure the mission is a success."

"Roger that Gauntlet thanks for the heads up. Tektus out." Once Kirk was off the comms he was now looking at the holomap on his wrist which had the coordinates of the crashed shuttle and waypoint for the supposed Serpent Masters position. He and his squad marched ahead to the valley hoping to run into their allies. "So what are these serpents command's been talking about?" One of the marines asked as they walked.

"Apparently they're flying beasts and can bite a whole ship up. Their teeth can literally go through anything." The other responded.

"If that's the case what chance do we stand against against those things?"

"Everyone quiet." Kirk said as he took notice of a faint screeching in the distance. "Keep your eyes on the sky and move carefully. Shout if you see anything." The screeching continued as Kirk urged his squad to be on the lookout. Suddenly the flapping of wings could be heard but where it was coming from nobody could figure out. As the screeching and flapping of wings got louder Kirk looked up right above them as a silhouette dashed towards them. Identifying what it was Kirk immediately shouted "BREAK! BREAK!" The rest of the marines did what was instructed and spurred further away from their squamates as the serpent dove to catch one of them in their gaping maw. The serpent flew back into the skuand the marines were attempting to it, landing a few shots but no real damage was done. "SOMEONE NEEDS TO GET A THERMAL ON THAT SERPENT." Kirk shouted as the Serpent came in for another dive and missed again. They must've been some sort of lucky if they could survive one serpent so far. "ITS GOING IN FOR ANOTHER DIVE!" One of the marines yelled as the serpent screeched flying into the squad. But as it dove, a marine was running towards the serpent and hurled a thermal detonator, falling to the ground trying to avoid the Serpent's bite and did so successfully. The serpent flew up and the marine successfully threw a thermal detonator onto the Serpent. As it flew up, the grenade opened a hole in the Serpent's neck and it fell to the ground. The marines sighed in relief. "All rescue squads be advised serpents have been mobilized and are converging on all rescue squads. Be on high alert, they're swift and deadly." Kirk said on the comms.

Suddenly in the sky, Kirk could see drop pods breaking atmo. The Dire Wolves definitely knew how to make an entrance. He heard tales of them during Atrisia but had never seen them. "Dire Wolves. Thank the maker you're here, this is Commander Tektus leading one of the rescue teams. I'm patching you into the Gauntlet's communications."

"Sergei Jachovich, this is Executive Officer Unit TX-0307 of The Gauntlet. Commander Tektus's frigate. I am patching you into the rescue team frequency. All squads be advised that the Serpent Masters are sending a mounted force to your positions. Prepare for engagement."

 

[TE-236]

Objective: Survive
Tags: Allya Vi'Dreya Beric Layne Credius Nargath Shamira Karuto Vytal Noctura Vyse de Valorous Viana Morreth

TE-236 nodded to Allya Vi'Dreya when she gave him command of the defenses. He saluted back. "Thank you, ma'am." He said. He walked off, and grabbed a datapad lying on the ground. He activated it, and reinitialized it's systems. He went straight to the ship's manifest, looking through the passenger and cargo logs at the time of their crash. He looked through how many passengers on the ship, and who they were. Now, he could figure out how many were dead or missing. He could also figure who was gone. He looked through the cargo log to figure out supplies. He already had a couple of units down in the hold bringing back supplies.

He heard a commotion outside, persisting of Allya Vi'Dreya , Credius Nargath , and Beric Layne . Apparently, the one in the mask seemed to have killed a passenger, and the other two seemed to be angry. If he could have sighed, he would have. Great, that's more paperwork he'll have to do when he gets back. He looked down at the datapad, and marked the passenger that just died as deceased. Surely, he would have to file an incident report later and then testify what had happened.

Then, he got a comm from one of the droid's setting up the perimeter. "Sir? We have a situation out here." The battle droid reported.

"What is it?" TE asked.

"We can't find one of our droids, HJ-4387, and he won't pick up his commlink." The droid replied.

"Hmm, troubling. I will attempt to locate the droid. Continue your task." TE-236 answered.

"Roger, roger." The droid confirmed, then shut off the commlink.

Gin then sent a comm to the missing droid. "HJ-4387, come in." He said. No reply, just static. "HJ-4387, answer your commlink." Still more static. "HJ-4387, are you there? Report in, immediately." He said, but there was still just that eerie static. Gin decided to take the matters into his own hands. He walked outside of the wreckage onto the sand. He started searching for the last place HJ-4387 was still connected to the comm channel and still transmitting. But the droid wasn't there. there was evidence, however, of a scuffle, the grooves in the sand showed it. TE-236 searched further, then found a troubling sight. Sitting there, hidden out of sight, was the mangled body of HJ-4387. It had obviously been dragged into the hiding place on purpose, and the damages on the body of the droid were something of a large beast, like a gundark or a rancor did this. But the amount of intelligence required of this most likely went out of their league. The droid was destroyed in all of the critical places. The processing units, the head, chest, the critical systems, all of it was destroyed so that it wouldn't be able to signal for help. This was troubling. Something intelligent, but also with the ability to completely destroy a droid? Not good, at all.

Gin looked around. He picked up the blaster off the ground. He scanned around, searching for hostiles. Then, suddenly, a large shadow loomed on him. A large flying serpent lunged at him. Gin barely managed to dodge out of the way. The serpent missed, and then flew back around. Gin fired at it. He hit it a couple of times, but nothing happened. It seemed that they were resistant to blasterfire. Interesting. Gin then noticed the rider on it's back. The rider was a human, and seemed to be controlling the serpent. The rider was carrying a weapon, but it was too difficult for Gin to tell what it was from the way the serpent moved too quickly. The rider also appeared to be a device to control the serpent. Also interesting. The serpent came back in for another attack, and Gin fired at the rider. Thankfully, one of his blaster bolts, hit the rider in the shoulder, throwing him from the the serpent. Gin lunged behind a rock to avoid the beast's attack. Without a rider controlling it, the serpent flew off, flying into nowhere.

Gin approached the rider, who was still alive. He was struggling to get up and grab his weapon. Gin raised his blaster and fired four consecutive times into the rider. The rider lay limp on the sands, finally dead. They couldn't take prisoners now, prisoners would only take up time, space, and resources, all of the things they needed right now. Gin raised his commlink and contacted on the frequency for everyone in wreckage. "All units, be alert, there are hostiles in the area. Repeat, hostiles in the area. Riders using winged serpents to attack. The serpents are impervious to blaster fire. All units, stay on high alert. Aim for the riders, the serpents will not be as easily killed as the riders. If the riders are down, the serpents should hopefully go away." He reported.

Gin started walking back towards the ship. He noticed something about it. It was physically breaking down. In fact, it was becoming unstable. Gin hypothesized that they had 15 minutes, max, before the ship became too unsafe for life. They would have to evacuate, or try and save the ship. Of course, saving it was a losing battle, but if they tried to make repairs to stop or slow down the damage, they would be able to extend the time until they had to evacuate the ship. Gin continued into the wreckage, walking back to where the survivors where.

 

[Shamira Karuto]

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Location: Crashed Ship – Ohideraan
Equipment: Purple robes, knapsack of the magics
Tags: | Vyse de Valorous | Vytal Noctura | Viana Morreth |

The redheaded witch gave the younger man a little nod as he stood up, offering a small sympathetic smile as well. It was good to know that her magic had worked to a small extent. A simple rejuvenation spell, though one that had a little bit of extra kick due to the berry paste. Botony and biology alongside magic could do many a powerful thing. Something that Shamira was learning very quickly, even more so than her studies had already taught her. Doing these tricks without draining her body significantly of magic for a time was the next hurdle to get over, one that she hoped that having Viana around would…

Oh god.

In all of the commotion, and the healing process she had down on her unknown new friend, her mind had completely slipped of where her closest companion was. They hadn’t been together when the ship went down, and Sha hadn’t mentioned where’d she be on the ship. Thankfully the cabin in which the pair had been staying wasn’t too far from here, and should be close to the bridge, where she hoped her nightmother would be. Stopping by the suite on the way to the bridge seemed to be the best course of action that the young witch could take.

Even in this serious time, though, Vyse’s question brought a smile to Sha’s face, and a little bit of a chuckle. Waving for him to follow her out of the room, she started down the corridor, knowing it would eventually lead to her suite. “Don’t worry. When you see a white skinned woman, with black tatoos covering her face, and a whole lot of green energy around her…you’ll know it’s the Nightmother.” Another little chuckle, before turning to look back at him. “She won’t bite though.”

Her toothy grin was soon interrupted by a shockwave throughout the ship, throwing her against the hallway viewport to keep her balance. That..hadn’t felt good, and whatever good mood had been brought on by the man’s question was soon disappearing. She needed to find Vi soon, and then the Nightmother. Shamira had no real idea what would need to be done on this ship, or if they even needed to leave. The sinking feeling of dread, deep down in her stomach, was not exactly something that could be ignored, as much as she tried to do it.

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[Vytal Noctura]

S U R V I V E

Equipment: The Blood of Dathomir Armor | Nightmother's Ward | Water of Life Potions

Tag: TE-236 | Allya Vi'Dreya | Shamira Karuto | Credius Nargath | Vyse de Valorous | Viana Morreth | Beric Layne
Also: Kirk Tektus | Jasmille Kavos | Aselia Verd | The Monster
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How much time had passed, the Nightmother couldn't be certain. Consciousness had faded in and out as she'd lain on the floor after the ship had crashed. It hurt to love. It hurt to breathe. To feel pain, however, was to be alive. As a Nightsister she knew the fear of death and the trial of being alone in a world that would like nothing more than to feast upon your flesh. So long as she lived, there was a chance to return to her Clan -- her home.​

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A few other survivors in the observation longue were making considerable noise for a time. It quieted down some time later. Whatever they had been discussing, Vytal hadn't made out. What she did know, however, was that she could not afford to lay there until death claimed her.​

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With limbs that felt as heavy and stiff as stone, the pale Witch slowly dug her fingernails into what might have been a couch once. Every inch was a hard won battle with an almost blinding pain that washed over her mind. When at last she half-stood, half-knelt beside the ruined furniture, her unfocused green eyes peered at the small group that stood there.​

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"What... are you doing?" Vytal forced herself to ask despite the stabbing pain in her abdomen.​

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Three turned their heads sharply at the unexpected sound of another speaking. One, a man, responded simply, "Waiting for the others to return. One of them saw something outside. They went to find help."​

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Outside? Vytal's eyes narrowed to slits as she turned her attention to the ruined window that had spanned much of room that lined the hull. The light was filtered by a bank of dirt and rock accumulated by the ship's "landing." Yet it was bright enough still to make the pounding in her head worsen. Outside. The Planet. Which planet? Ophideraan. A backwards world. Flying... Flying serpents. Something... something... A wet cough choked her response.​

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A woman drew near, but before she could speak, the Nightmother lifted her head and through a parched throat rasped, "Get them back here. Before it's too late!"​

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"Too late?" The trio looked at one another. "They've been gone for nearly ten minutes."​

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Vytal's hand hopped forward along the couch as she tried to walk. "You can't... go outside," her eyes squeezed shut as the desire to hack up a lung sought to break free, "without escort. The inhabitants--" a ragged exhale of breath followed as her lungs calmed themselves. "They're slavers. Barbaric. Don't... don't approach them. Don't let them see you." At the end of the couch, the pale woman fought to strand to her full height with flat-pressed, black lips. "We need to find any one else. Supplies. Weapons."​

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"We appreciate you're trying to help, but we're fine--" the ship all around them seemed to creak followed by a low, but not too distant boom. Dirt fell from the ceiling with a hushed whisper along the floor.​

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"Core. Unstable. We need to leave, but they will be waiting." Another paused as Vytal forced herself to continue speaking, "Find the rest. Find food, water, weapons, and armor."​

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It seemed the Witch's personal condition was in greater peril than they. Even so, arched brows and tense shoulders reflected what they weren't saying. Noises deep within the ship and all around had been growing more 'insistent' lately. They had crashed. Perhaps the pale woman was right. Could the ship... explode? "Alright... Well, it can't hurt to look for those things anyway, right? Better than standing around. Just," the man looked over at the Nightmother as she slowly stepped away from the couch, "be careful." Seemed insane that the woman was standing, let alone moving. Dark blood stained her armor and a rivulet ran from her mouth before she wiped it away.​

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"Quickly."​

Template By: Darth Metus (Guy)​

 

[Beric Layne]

TAG: TE-236 | Allya Vi'Dreya | Shamira Karuto | Credius Nargath | Vyse de Valorous | Vytal Noctura | Kirk Tektus | Jasmille Kavos
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"That was no mercy. That was murder."

Beric had seen a number of different things in his youth, from the remains of bodies from crashed ships on Vandor to broken husks left over from the battles of the Confederacy. He was a warrior, who'd fought hand-to-hand against monsters and Sith. But nothing had filled him with this rage, this righteous sense of vengeance that was now coursing hot through his veins. His breathing had risen, and his mind subconsciously rose to check it; it was not the way of House Layne to let one's emotions tamper with their abilities to think, to fight. But of all the opponents that the young Lord had faced, none had filled him with this anger.

"If you had not killed him, I could've saved him. You could've even saved him, with your powers," Beric said in a low, dangerous tone, pointing the shimmering blade of his lightsaber towards the man. He could sense that, whoever this person was, at the very least they had a connection to the force. Being aware of his surroundings was one of his more special traits, and Beric at all times was in tune with the ebb and flow of the Living Force around him. He'd felt the ways the force moved around those who had killed before, those who were ready to kill again; it was darkness, one that was out of harmony with the rest of the galaxy. That same darkness clung to the man like a plague, infecting the air around it.

"In the name of the Confederacy, I place you under arrest for the murder of a Confederate citizen. Submit quietly, and you will find yourself before a jury that will be more lenient than I am," Beric said in that same, low, growl. Although he'd tried to check his emotions, it was getting the best of him. The temperature of the air around them began to drop considerably, and droplets began to condensate around the structure from the humidity-rich desert air. The ship around them creaked ominously and beast riders soared around them, but to Beric, there was only one matter in his mind -- that this murderer, this plague in the force, be brought to justice.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

D E T E R M I N E D​

Wearing: xxx
Tag: Redd | Fury of Aerðs | Damsy Callat | Lunara Azure

There was always a rule in life, when something seemed too easy, it was. Gerwald watched as Redd rushed out ahead of him, only to stop. Naturally he had brought her along to dispatch the slavers. A wave of his hand indicated that she should proceed with whatever amount of killing she deemed necessary. Today, Gerwald was not going to keep her on a leash. He had promised as much when he asked her to come along. The young lupine needed this more than he did. She needed off world, and she needed freedom.

Fury of Aerðs followed behind the Lupines, as they charged into the heat of it. All of them had reasons to hate the slavers. All of them had reasons for wanting them dead. Gerwald wondered how much Morrigan needed this as well. It seemed he was collecting quite the interesting mix of squires.

Damsy Callat was the outlier. He did not know what her thoughts on slavery were, nor did he truly know her past. They did not talk of it often, rather they discussed who she could become. Damsy Callat was dead as far as anyone was concerned which made teaching her a risk. Had she not changed, in body as well as in force ability, Gerwald would likely have never agreed to such a thing.

Another familiar face joined his merry band of killers, and that was Lunara Azure . The white haired sorceress never ceased to amaze in the way she could wield the force. Gerwald watched out of the corner of his eye as the woman stopped her attackers in their tracks with one word… Freeze. There was a grief coming from her, a pain that was deeper than the loss she had shared with him before. Perhaps later he would pry, but for now they all had other concerns.

Pressing ahead, dispatching three more guards with great ease, Gerwald heard the shriek. His head turned as his eyes looked to the sky to see the Serpent Masters themselves take flight. Their beasts seemed to do the impossible in taking out some of the most advanced ships known in all the galaxy. They had been surprised this time, but the Serpent Masters would find the next round of assailants not so easily dispatched.

“TAKE TO COVER,” Gerwald yelled as he watched some fledgling knight wearing a red shirt get picked off by one of the flying beasts. It seemed with the ships gone, the Serpent Masters had turned to the ground assault.

Gerwald looked at his squires.

“Move ahead, take care of the guards inside,” his eyes turned to Lunara, “The white witch and I will deal with these creatures.”

They were both master, both skilled where the squires were not. It was up to them, along with the efforts of Alkor Centaris to stop the flying lizards from making easy pickings of the rest.

Charging ahead the lupine ignited his lightsaber. The cracked black blade hissed to life, energy, heat, and sparks, spitting about as the wolf leaped into the air. The force pressed to his legs causing his form to make an impressive amount of distance between the ground and his feet. As though Gerwald were almost flying through the air, the lupine met an oncoming serpent head on. An upward slash was all it took to sever the beast up the middle, either half falling to either side of the force master before his booted feet hit the ground.

Turning, Gerwald looked back toward his squires, armor covered in the blood and what remained of the beasts entrails.

“I said run!”

His command was stern, but brief before Gerwald ran ahead. His sights were set on another beast, new prey, that would soon fall victim to the Lupine’s blade.​

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[Allya Vi'Dreya]

Spoiler: Theme Music

Equipment: Lightsaber, armor, blasters, medkids, EMP Grenades, Fragmentation Grenades
Objectives: Calm the situation and survive
Tags: Gerwald Lechner | Damsy Callat | TE-236 | Credius Nargath | Beric Layne


Allya sighed internally. This was problematic. What they didn’t need right now. Before she responded to anyone, the mandalorian moved over to the body and removed a well worn ring from the finger of the individual. As she pulled it off, the finger crumbled to dust. It wasn’t anything special, but it appeared to have been worn for a long time and well connected to the man. The family should at least have something back. It was placed in one of the pouches on her belt and she turned to face the “Viceroy” and his companion. Honestly she didn’t understand what was going on with the two, but...she memorized the masked man’s force signature and recorded his bio-metrics as best as she could. Then finally she placed her right armored hand over where her heart would be and bowed to the Viceroy. Politics. Her least favorite game.

“Of course Viceroy. We all make...slip ups, in these types of situations. I am SURE you did him a favor. However, if we can avoid unneeded civilian casualties from this point on, it would be most helpful. I will be happy to tell my father, Darth Metus, of your cooperation. My Aunt Srina should be pleased as well. However...we seem to have no shortage of prey available for your companion to hunt.” Her gloved hand moved from her chest in a wide sweeping motion. “Take your pick of the enemy. They will be upon us soon. But, I suggest you begin to move away from the ship.”

IONA blipped in her ear. “It will not be long until the total meltdown of the reactor.” Allya groaned, if it wasn’t one thing it was a million others. She set her communication and sensor system to sweep the area around the reactor. “IONA, try and slow it down, divert whatever power there actually is to keeping the ship sound as long as we can. Send a message informing TE-236 of the issue. Though, I am sure he already knows. While you are at it, activate the Tusk Cat’s. We will need them.” Her hand pressed down on her wrist computer, and enslaved the Tusk Cats to her suit for the time being after their awakening had begun.

She patiently listened to Beric go about his speech. Allya felt the emotions in the Lightsider spike, and could easily tell they were over powering his reason. The shorter woman attempted to place a gloved hand on his back gently. “Do you hear that? That is the sound of a thousand terrible things heading this way. When they find us they will crush us, grind us into tiny pieces, and blast us into oblivion.” Her eyes went back to the Viceroy as she spoke. “Do you honestly think HE will be punished if you do it this way? At all? You were the one who attempted to apprehend the personal assistant of a Viceroy, with little evidence, during a crisis scenario and allowed the unfortunate death of one, to lead to the deaths of dozens more. All because you couldn’t keep focused. Right now, stay with me. We need him, we need you, and they need me. We need to get everyone away from the ship, a defensive perimeter set up where we can defend the people, and we need to do it now, because no matter what we do, we have very little time. If you want to punish him, save it for after we are off this rock. Present your evidence to the Viceroyalty, and they will look into it further. Fail to keep your priorities straight, and you are guilty of the deaths of everyone else you could have saved. You can’t bring this one back. But we still have a chance to save the others.”

She didn't want to have to harm either man, unless forced. But...if it was what was called for, she would do so quickly. Allya was a force hunter after all. Designed to kill.

Onboard the ship, twelve of her Tusk Cat’s awoke. The feline like droids moved quickly outside. Their blaster cannons and repeaters opened up on the flying snakes that had grabbed the droids. If one got close enough, explosive rockets would also be launched. However, they aimed only at the wings of the beasts. Their wings were much more fragile than the rest of the creature, so much thinner and less protected. But, all it took was a small amount of damage to make a wing inoperable, and the beast to crash to the ground. They were far heavier armored, armed and far quicker and more maneuverable on the sand than the battle droids. But they were few in number.

 

[Credius Nargath]

Equipment: [K] [K] [C] [C]
Extra: [X]
Tags: Beric Layne | Vytal Noctura | Allya Vi'Dreya | TE-236 | other survivors
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Perched upon the large metal piece that remained of the ship at the location where the group had convened in rather unfortunate circumstances, the masked man quietly kept an eye on the surrounsingd, noticing that there were indeed more prey to satiate the need for sustenance at the horizon, he could easily count about a dozen, maybe even two dozen of those so-called serpent masters coming towards them at rather great speed and pace. However, looking at the young man, still raging on about how and why he should be dealt with right there and then, a sinisterly low chuckle escaped the masked man's lips, resonating through the opening and the voice modulator of his mask. "Had I removed the metal which had pinned that poor man to the ground, he would've died as fast and probably even in more pain than with what I did... You just go an assume I can simply heal a man through the force, but such power is as far as I am aware of, not within my capacity," Dropping down from his perched position, right in front of Beric Layne with enough distance between them to wield a blade and make a swing, the masked man simply tilted his head to the side while looking at what appeared to be some kind of jedi. Hotheaded, blustering and youthful, it really was a reminder of how flawed those who pertained themselves to be keepers of the peace truly were. "I would listen to that woman, she speaks with more reason and wisdom than you. Should you still wish to die afterwards, I think she will not stand in our way when this crisis has abated."

With that, the man took a step back, gave the young man a nod and turned towards Allya Vi'Dreya . However, before moving towards her and Kredius, his head turned to the side, his eyes looking at the young man one last time, while a barely audible whisper resonated through the mask's voice modulator. "Do not pride blind you, child."

Walking over to the major and Kredius, The masked man made a rather graceous bow to both, before pointing in the general direction from which he had seen the serpent masters to be coming from. "I suppose we should prepare ourselves properly, you got any...strategy or positioning in mind, Ma'am?" reaching for the hilt of his blade the masked man stood strangely still, as if properly awaiting orders from a superior, showing that he had at least some semblance of military decorum. "Should it not be all to impertinent of me, may I suggest to take the front in our defense?"

While the masked man made his remarks and was talking to the major, Kredius walked a bit away from them and looked at the young man who had challenged not only the masked man, but also his integrity moments earlier. "My apologies young man... but though I see the death of that man took a toll upon your conscience, know that it was an infinitely better fate than what would have been awaiting him if even he survived the removal of that debris. Should we survive this matter, I shall personally see to it that his family is not left wanting for anything, you have my word," With a polite nod the Viceroy turned back and walked over to Allya Vi'Dreya with a bit of a worried look on his face. "Alas, I am no warrior, I must admit that I do have some moderate skill with a pistol and rifle, but as you can see, I am not armed...so what would be expected of me, major?"

 

[Redd]

Tags: Gerwald Lechner | Fury of Aerðs | Lunara Azure | Alkor Centaris

Golden eyes spied the wave of the hand, but she felt hesitation as she heard the shrieks before spying the source and she cantered her head to the side. This was the first that she had ever seen such flying beasts. Flying serpents, that was a new one for her, but then again, most things were new to her. One of those things that were not new to the wolf, were orders. Redd was still having trouble following the orders of others and she briefly wondered as to what Gerwald would do if she didn’t follow the order to take cover. Although as she thought about it, even in the midst of a battle with killer, flying reptiles and guns blasting off, she wanted blood more than to test Gerwald’s patience. The wolf did concede though, that he was an alpha in his own right as she watched him slice apart one of the flying reptiles and basically bathe in its blood.

A paw lifted just as he turned and barked more orders, but she couldn’t help, even though death lingered nearby, to give a cheeky bark in return before turning to run into the compound. She figured that he would work out what kind of bark that was. Paws kicked back sand as she ran and when a guard turned the corner to point a weapon, her hind legs dug in only to propel her form forwards, before the male had any time to react. Jaws found his throat with ease and gleaming white fangs sunk into skin, flesh and muscle. The first she tasted upon her tongue was sand and sweat, before blood flooded her mouth and gurgles escaped her kill’s lips. She heard his heartbeat as it began to slow and she jerked her head sharply from one side to the next, only to pull it backwards so then the wolf could rip his throat out. The wolf jumped backwards while the body fell to the sand, blood spurting from the gaping hole in his throat.

Part of the man’s throat was still clasped inside of her jaws when another man came around the corner and golden eyes stared at him, while growls radiated from the beast. He took a step back as she allowed the flesh to fall from her maw and began to step over her recent kill towards the man that fumbled for a stick attached to his waist. His hand finally grasped the stick and it turned into a light stick, one that Redd noted wasn’t one that she wanted to touch, especially after the way that Gerwald just used it. The man’s hand shook as she continued to stalk him and he continued to retreat. He swung, but she dodged underneath it and heard the crackle as it went by. However, as the back of his hand now faced her, she snapped her jaws to the side to close around his wrist.

A scream came from her second prey and she twisted her head sharply to the right to snap the man’s wrist. While the light stick fell from the hand that now hung from a broken wrist, she let it go and aimed for the man’s throat. He stumbled back and fell, so paws landed upon his chest squeezing the breath out of his lungs and jaws quickly claimed the bare throat. All screams were swiftly cut off as she ripped his throat out as well. The flesh dropped from her maw when wolf eyes spied the pen filled with people that had collars around their necks like dogs. Slaves. Redd was reminded as to why they were there and she quickly nosed over the men that she had dispensed of. Keys. She saw a pair hanging off one of the leather belt of her second kill. Whether they were the right ones, the wolf didn’t know and jaws closed around the belt so she could slowly begin to drag the dead body over to the pen.

Red fur brushed against the gate and she let go of the kill. If they were smart, they would reach through the gate to grab the key; if it was the right one, for themselves. Paws took off once again to go sniff out more slavers to kill.

 

[Lunara Azure]

A small smile touched Lunara's face as she watched Gerwald leap into the air, the crackling black blade of his lightsaber humming to life as he sliced through a serpent, the man almost dancing in the air for a moment before he hit the floor again. It was so like the man, to power at a task physically, to need to feel his saber slicing through the resistance of the beasts as he instructed his apprentices. A little army of his own to command, to take down the guards with. It was one less thing for Lunara to worry about, one less concern on her mind as a crystal blue gaze snapped over to stare at them.

"He's right, you don't want to be here when it hits."

The woman's voice was soft, carried as it was on the wings of the force to their ears as she turned her gaze up again, watching the Serpent Masters wheel and flock above them, preparing themselves to attack. Preparing themselves to defend against what must have seemed like a collection of jack-in-the-boxes waiting to spring up and cut into them, lightsabers crackling and humming. It was what you expected when you heard of Jedi and Sith, those warriors wielding their energy swords to cut through their enemies.

It was only...the woman had a different approach to a situation like this. One that was decidedly less physical, one she hoped they might never have seen before. Those who brought pain on others, who tortured and used others for their own gains, for their own advancement. Those who perpetuated the institutions of slavery that she'd seen drag down so many people, consigning them to a life without hope...Those she would visit with every element under her control.

The woman's eyes closed for a moment as she took a half step forward, letting her blue eyed gaze snap open as she reached out with both hands, lifting them from her waist up to the sky, palms turned up as the air around her seemed to thrum with power, the very ground quaking as the wind rose tugging at her hair and her clothes as the air and the dust it carried resolved into a shape above her head.

"You have cute little flying snakes...so meet mine."

The roar that echoed with her words wasn't a real roar but really the sound of a tornado harnessed and shaped as the Dragon formed of pure air shot up like an arrow unleashed from a bow, tearing through the Serpent Master's formation as it closed it jaws around one, the twisted remains of the slaver falling to the earth as the dragon curved around in the air for another pass as Lunara held a hand out, the Air around Gerwald seemed to shift, to help propel him up even further.

The sorceress knew she was consuming power at an alarming rate, throwing it at the Serpent Masters like it was water, but what they'd done to these people...it could not be forgiven.

Gerwald Lechner | Fury of Aerðs | Redd | Alkor Centaris​

 

[Aselia Verd]

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A bit of a smile played on her lips as she listened to her sister always the dramatic flair she just chuckled as she walked “More likely pieces of the ship everywhere from hitting your hard head on it’s hull” she shook her head as she walked along but then she heard what sounded like a panicked response from her sister and immediately she doubled her pace still watching for any would be traps but she was in a full on run now rifle at the ready. “Double timing it, be careful!” she altered her course to the beacon from Allya family before anybody else.

Then another voice came on her comms Kirk relayed information to her nodding along as she processed, her tactical feed came alive with new battlefield data from the gauntlet the data was giving her more than enough battlefield awareness and gave her a good read on the tactical situation "Jate, Thank you Commander see you shortly" she was now moving in the open and it did not take long for the first serpent to appear on her sensors. Shifting her rifle to one hand she quickly grabbed a thermal detonator and armed it, stopping she then turned to face it as it swooped down at her its screech filling the air, meant to intimidate.

She simply stood there as the beast swooped down at her and opened its gaping maw to screech at her once more she simply tilted her head to one side and she threw the thermal detonator into its mouth before ducking and rolling out of the way under the serpent and behind it she could hear the heavy beat of its wings as it climbed to gain more altitude and then circle back around. Picking herself up off the ground she watched the serpents form got larger and larger again but their approach was suddenly halted but a large explosion she saw the carcass of the serpent and its rider falling to the ground. Without the serpent the fall for the rider would be fatal, no mercy kill this time. She turned quickly back toward her sisters beacon and started running at full speed again, caution truly to the wind now that explosion would be heard for a good distance.

She heard more screeching in the distance and sighed they were faster than she had anticipated, jumping she hit her jetpack risking the skies for a short trip she sailed through the air at full speed before she dropped into the outskirts of Allya’s position taking her rifle in both hands she bolted toward her sister, taking quick stock of the assembled group she threw the bag from her shoulder to the ground “Party favors, take what you need if you know how to use them, if you don't go hide we have incoming. I want all those back."

TAG: Kirk Tektus | Allya Vi'Dreya | Beric Layne | Credius Nargath | Vytal Noctura | TE-236 | Other Survivors​

 

[Vyse de Valorous]

Vyse continued his quick advance though the ship with Shamira Karuto . Listening to her as he scanned the ruined halls they stormed though, scanning for anything useful, but most of all a blaster of some kind. Sadly the cruse being made for pleasure, barely a sole was armed. So the odds of stumbling across one was unlikely. His mood damped as he saw the devastation done to the ship, it utterly torn apart all around them, the metal hull akin to mental can stepped on. Random corpses laying around, not being as lucky as either of them.

He was snapped back to reality by Shamira's reply, glancing back at her at her description of Vytal Noctura , cocking his head at her big grin about to make a comment but was swiftly interrupted by a massive shock wave, throwing them both. Vyse slamming into one of the thankfully untorn hall ways. Managing to just barely brace himself before hitting it, his still sore body aching all over causing him to grit his teeth.

He turned to Shamira with clear focus on his face. "We don't have long to find them." He pushed himself off the wall leaping towards her to offer aid. "So.. I know little on force users but I do know they can sense each other. Do you have any idea where she could be? As if you don't we might need to hope she made it out." He said looking around at their surroundings as the ship loudly creaked and whined under some internal pressure. He steadied himself, shoving down his growing fear that it might implode at any moment. Regardless, he prepared himself to follow whatever she suggested they do. After all, she did help him. And regardless it was easier to chose to believe the ship would last another few minutes.

 

[Viana Morreth]

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Tags: Shamira Karuto | Vyse de Valorous | Other Survivors

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There was strange noise that caused Viana to slow to a stop, brow creasing as she looked around herself as much as her current bodily state would allow. "What is that...?" she questioned aloud, knowing quite well that there was no one else around her at the moment to answer. It was a hissing noise, loud and while not too close to her, disturbing regardless. Rather suddenly realization hit, and the white haired witch cursed loudly. She used the wall she had been bracing herself with to move faster, realizing that whatever gas or whatever it was leaking from behind her was going to reach the flames climbing the walls soon enough - and she hadn't been wrong.

Had she been any closer, the small explosion would have caused some serious damage - more than she was already suffering - if not killed her entirely. As it were, the force of it may not have been drastic, but it was enough to knock Viana smooth off of her feet and face first to the floor. She had managed to get a hand down to mostly catch herself, but it did nothing to aid the already bad shape she was in. She groaned loudly, and for a short amount of time considered just laying there. Either someone would find her or they wouldn't, right?

No...she couldn't do that. Hell, if Shamira even knew she was thinking in such a way, Vi would never hear the end of it. So once again with great effort, the sassy witch got herself back to her feet. Now her legs hurt too, the backs of them burned a little though she knew she wasn't on fire and she wasn't about to stop and look to see if there was anything sticking out of either leg - or into either leg, though some part of her was aware that, that was probably the case now.

She needed to find Shamira, or anyone at this point. There was a little diddy in the back of her mind telling her that everyone else had gotten off of the blasted thing by now, but the shouts and such that she could vaguely hear in the distance told her otherwise. She just needed to keep moving and keep her eyes peeled for other people and then once this was over? Figure out what to do about this new, personal vendetta she had gained towards asteroids.

 

[The Monster]

Theme: Throw some dirt on it and keep fighting
Objective: Rescue
Loadout: Standard TDW SL Loadout, plus a MAAWS because yes​

Sergei could feel the oncoming wave of enemies. Some people called it a sixth sense but for him it was just intuition, as he'd just bashed the enemy in the nose, and they wouldn't stand for that. Lucky for them, Sergei was packing all the heat he'd need for enemy. More pods rained down behind moments later, and Sergei immediately dispatched two squads to offload the pods. Inside would be the beauties that would form the basis of his LZ's defensive position, and utterly annihilate the enemy. TDW M-2 heavy machine guns, their tripods, and enough ammo to level a small city. Sergei's LZ was a buzz of movement as men quickly ran back and forth grabbing the tripods, weapons and ammo, and then assembling them on the perimeter. Sergei oversaw the gun's assembly on his location personally and then once complete slapped a fresh two hundred round belt into the feed tray, closed the cover, and racked the charging handle. And then his radioman ran over to him and spoke quickly.

"Sir I've reached the friendly ground forces in our AO, messages for you!" The trooper quickly reported.

Sergei just nodded as he tapped a small button for his helmet comms suite, and listened to the two, well he'd say people but one was a droid unit so he didn't know how to properly address that, whatever he'll figure it out.

"Commander, Droid, you've got six minutes to get your forces to my position, transmitting coords. My men and I will break the nose off this counter attack and then respond with our own counter offensive with two squads punching through to the ship. If you're not here by then catch up, we don't have time and I'm not losing the initiative, Sergei out,"

And with that ceased his transmission, as he had nothing else to say. His voice was calm and collected and while his mind was an aggressive frenzy, he was used to it and knew how to use that to his advantage. He could hear the screeching as the dragons over head were circling, the riders preparing for their attack and Sergei had his own trick up his sleeve as he opened a local channel to all the gunners, who were currently facing out.

"Gunnery teams, LEFT, FACE!" He commanded.

As one each other gunnery teams immediately swung their bodies to the right, bringing the 14mm heavies to the left and now swinging down the line. And providing each gunner with an unobstructed view of a rider sizing up someone below them.

Had Sergei kept them facing out they couldn't possibly train the guns high enough to shoot straight up, but now, they didn't have to. Sergei trained his HMG on the nearest dragon in his line of fire and called out over the net.

"GIVE 'EM HELL WOLVES!"

Sergei then pressed down on his butterfly trigger and the staccato'd roar of the Heavy Machine Gun as it let out a hail of 14mm rounds aimed directly at the unfortunate bastard who didn't quite realize just how dead he was. And the 14mm rounds didn't disappoint either as they punched through hide, meat and bone of the flying beasts, if not vaporizing their riders with glancing blows or hits to center mass. Tracers flew out over the formation now providing clear indication as to where The Dire Wolves were, but also how they were doing. Using the Heavy Machine Guns to tackle most of the enemy fliers, Sergei noticed with pride that his other Wolves were filling the gaps with MAAWS, rifle, and Big Iron fire at anyone who just so happened to miss the deadly hail of bullets. And the riders were dropping fast. A single rider got the idea that dropping to the center of the formation would be a good idea, somehow managing to avoid all the automatic heavy weapons that were literally painting the skies with the plastered remains of his brothers, and landing with a crash in the center of the formation. And with a roar the beast announced its intentions as Sergei went for his own Big Iron, when a loud BOOM! rudely interrupted the poor sod. A massive hole had appeared in the throat of the beast, and its rider was totally gone. One of Sergei's officers had risen to the challenge without a second's hesitation, holding a smoking Big Iron that had just fired one of its devastating APDS rounds. When the thing crumpled to the ground, the man did an about face, and resumed covering his sector. Meanwhile Sergei's heavy ran out of ammo, but he opened the feed tray, slapped in a new belt, closed the feed tray, and racked the weapon in a little under three seconds. And he resumed firing, sending more Armor Piercing Incendiary Tracer rounds into the sky. To say this defense was anything other than devastating would be an understatement, and Sergei wouldn't have it any other way. And the clock was ticking on all the people dirt side that needed to move forward, because there was no way anyone on planet didn't see the utter hell storm Sergei unleashed on them. Which meant he probably just picked a fight with almost all of them at once.

(OOC: Reference for M-2's tripods here)

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