Private Playing the Field

[Tatiana Ordo]

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PLAYING THE FIELD​

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Location: Sev Tok, Badlands​

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She didn't like taking contract jobs, but truthfully, she needed the credits. Not to mention the contacts. She had come here on the onset of the Bryn, but as it turned out she ended up escorting elderly refugees into tunnels and effectively doing nothing. Which was why she was so eager to take up 'extermination duty' when she saw there was a decent bounty involved. What she hadn't expected, however, was that the little buggers were tough, and rather fire resistant. Which meant she was left to dealing with these sorts of things in hand to hand combat. To make matters worse, her piece of keth ship had stalled out on her, and she was currently sitting in the middle of a Bryn infested valley.​

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Couldn't be much worse than this.​

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She looked to the distress beacon she had rigged up, and had to merely hope that someone would come to give her assistance.​

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At this point, she'd take a jedi over whatever the hell was skittering out there in the distance.​

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Hopefully she wouldn't have to wait for long.​

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Zorah Cinsilo​

 

[Zorah Cinsilo]

Z O R A H  C I N S I L O

Tag: Tatiana Ordo​

Equipment/attire: Zorah's lightsaber | DH-17 blaster pistol | Attire​

Location and time: Sev Tok, badlands, afternoon​

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After arriving in Anvil, she had only fulfilled her Jedi duties, easy to say from dusk till dawn. Every day Zorah and other Silver Jedi would tend to the recovery of the city that was struck by the conquest. Removing all the remains of ammunition and other sorts of garbage that had been left on the streets while also rebuilding certain structures as they had been hit by Bryn or Silver Jedi.

But, even if the recovery hadn't fully been succeeded in, Master Cinsilo had decided to clear her mind from all the stress and attended matters that correlated to Anvil and the battle with the Bryn. And with that she had grabbed her things and left the settlement, walking through the fields and plains towards a part called the 'Badlands of Sev Tok', the perfect place, quiet and primarily peaceful. The place for meditation and reflecting on her actions in Sev T-

As soon as she began to sit down in the field of tall and dry grass, the Epicanthix hybrid felt and noticed the presence of a certain someone. Nothing familiar or recognizable, but there was someone close to her.

The woman closed her eyes and began to connect with the Force, trying to use it as her own eyes, guiding towards the presence of this stranger...

''There...''

A woman, red hair and the rest of her face was completely blurred out or unrecognizable, yet there was one thing that could also be noted... A distress signal, which loudened as she reached the point of a more stable connection with the Force.

Zorah would rise to her feet before continuing her journey towards this person...

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[Tatiana Ordo]

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PLAYING THE FIELD​

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In ways of defense, Tatiana had little aside from her blasters, and the sensors of her ship; which was about as reliable as rain on Tatooine. She could only hope that someone out there had gotten her signal, because from what her garbage pile of a ship was telling her, the next wave of Bryn drones was on the way.​

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Boots clang against the steel, blaster rifle strapped across her back, blaster pistols loaded, and energy cells laden across her chest. She was ready for a good old fashioned shoot out, though, she wasn't sure what the Bryn had in store for her. She had killed Sith before, Mandalorians as well. She couldn't imagine a few bugs would prove more challenging that that. She ignited her jetpack, shooting up through the air, until she landed neatly on the top of her ship, striding close to the edge as she unslung her rifle, and waited. She gripped it tightly, the targeting reticle appearing in her visor, as she lined up for the shot. The first of the buggers appeared, rushing towards her, their alien looking bodies making her face twitch in disgust. She squeezed off a shot, and hit it dead center. The creature toppled forward, skidding on the ground ten meters away from her. She grinned at the kill, before seeing a dozen more approaching from around her perimeter.​

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Well, she wanted a challenge, and it seemed the buggers were intent on delivering.​

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A faint pulse would register in the force, as she rose, tapping into her focus, as she began to truly fight. Her accuracy and reflexes increasing, as she tapped into her combat trace.​

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Unfortunately for Tatiana, she realized that though she shot several of them, the bastards kept coming.​

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Unless she had a miracle in the works, she was going to be overrun.​

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Zorah Cinsilo​

 

[Zorah Cinsilo]

Z O R A H  C I N S I L O

Tag: Tatiana Ordo​

Equipment/attire: Zorah's lightsaber | DH-17 blaster pistol | Attire​

Location and time: Sev Tok, badlands, afternoon​

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After the discovery of the lady in the fields, Master Cinsilo would've immediately rose to her feet to pace towards the location she had caught a glimpse of. There was a threat there, what exactly couldn't be identified from a simple and vague impression. Within minutes she could hear the clashing of droids and the ignition of a jetpack alongside that of a blaster, there it was.

And thus she reached out for her lightsabers, it would've been split already and both parts were attached to her robes' belt. The consular drew one of them towards her through the Force before igniting it and letting the orange blade arise from the songsteel hilt. She would then charge towards the 'battlefield' and launch herself into the air by using one of the knowledgeable force leaps. As she neared the ground again, the blade would be pointed downwards and split one of the 'buggers' in half. Leaving all but a gross canvas behind.

''I see you require some...''

Before she could end her sentence, Zorah felt the presence of another opponent behind her. Slightly larger than the one she had recently defeated yet not too much of a challenge to run away from. And thus she swung her lightsaber over her head and moved it around once or twice while avoiding the pointless attacks of the local wildlife. Once the earlier mentioned canvas got expanded and presented with a more gruesome part of the imagery, the lady would move towards the ship as she launched herself into the sky again. There was something strange about this warrior that she had yet to focus on, but now.

They had to fight, no. She had to protect this stranger.

''(...) Assistance. Zorah Cinsilo, all there is to know for now. Any idea where they came from or?''

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[Tatiana Ordo]

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PLAYING THE FIELD​

She wasn't doing to well, that much was certain. She had killed a great number of the drones, and yet, they didn't seem to stay down; not without great expenditure. The advantage of fighting them atop her ship was soon eliminated, as the bastards began to leap up to her , her reflexes and training just narrowly allowing her to avoid being taking down and swarmed, but she couldn't keep it up forever. She fell backwards as one of the creatures fell upon her, smashing the butt of her rifle into the creature, knocking it back, as she attempted to fire off a quick burst before it could defend itself once more.​

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A expended 'thunk' sounded from her rifle, indicating her energy cell was dry. 'Feth'. She swore under her breath, pushing the creature back with her feet, and drawing her blaster pistols. The drone leapt forward, easily over whelming the strength in her legs. She was pushed back, her body tumbling against the top of her ship, mind fighting to map out a plan of attack. The mag boots on her armor triggered, stopping her roll, though nearly snapping her ankles at the sudden stop. Adrenaline enabled her to get back to her feet in time, only to find her blasters no where in sight, now in the path of the charging creature.​

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She scowled, braced herself, deploying the blades concealed in her armor; two for the wrists, two for the elbows.​

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She was going to fail her emperor.​

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Her mission.​

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How shameful.​

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Or...perhaps not.​

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A moving figure appeared before her, moving with elegance, a shining blade that cut down all that came before her. There was no doubt in Tatiana's mind, that this was no ordinary warrior; it was a jedi. Eyes wide, she straightened, seeing that a jedi had come to save her of all people, it made her want to laugh. She relaxed a tad, coming out of her stance, her boots unlocking from the metal surface. The Mandalorian slide her blades back into the armor, as her hand gripped at the compartment on her hip, drawing the hilt of her retractable vibroblade. "Tatiana Ordo, help is appreciated." She raised her blade, the motion tracker on her HUD flaring as another wave of the bastards was starting to rise up.​

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They were going to be swimming in buggers soon. "I think I parked right on top of their little hill given the movement down there." She tensed her left wrist, the carbonite launcher was now in play, as she moved to cover the jedi's back. "My ships totaled, but, thinking it can still work as a bomb." She spotted several of the creatures pulling themselves up onto the ship, ignoring the corpses of their fallen brethren, and fixating on the jedi and Mandalorian. They didn't have much time to talk here and now.

"Right, work first, chat later."​

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She ran forward, jetboots igniting, as she pushed herself past a pair of drones, though firing her carbonite behind her as she did so; spraying the creatures in the face in the process. Now blinded by the chemical spray, they lashed out in anguish, not able to defend from the swift stabs to the head she delivered from above.​

Zorah Cinsilo​

 

[Zorah Cinsilo]

Z O R A H  C I N S I L O

Tag: Tatiana Ordo​

Equipment/attire: Zorah's lightsaber | DH-17 blaster pistol | Attire​

Location and time: Sev Tok, badlands, afternoon​

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Upon the swift response from lady Tatiana, she began to draw some creatures towards her using the old arts of telekinesis. A simple force pull should do the trick to some of them, and so she centred her mind and concentrated on herself and the connection with the surroundings. It was rather easy as there was quite some rhythm in nature which fluidly accelerated the time she finally got the grip of a good bond with the Force. Two or three opponents flew her way as she held her blade up, letting them fall into the plasma blade and then stopping the telekinesis nexus and letting them fall onto the grassy surface.

What were they doing here? Why were they attacking her?

Questions popped up in her head as she pursued her attack, whilst moving closer to the ship. The orange blade truly had a mesmerizing sound and served illumination to her surroundings, yet also had its downsides... The creatures would be drawn to her as the Mandalorian slowly moved away from the spaceship. Not like it was much of an issue for a Jedi Councilor, yet... a surprise to be sure.

With a smooth overhead strike, she brutally murdered one of the creatures, before pushing them away. This was her time to run and adapt to the situation, an illusion might do the trick and so she reestablished her force bond and let a faint reprojection of herself appear while she ran away from the herd.

''That was close.''

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