Securing a Doctor

[Ardgal Raxis]

What's wrong? Afraid Ardgal will ask you to babysit?

"Scared? I ain't scared of 'nothin," she said cocking her head slightly to the side and her thumbs in her gunbelt. "And if I ever have to, well screw that, at least we will know the kid gets raised right to use a kad right and take no osik."

Ardgal could see it all through the camera feeds into his HUD, the arrival of the Target, the package (her parents) he could even hear their little conversation with his aural amplifiers. If he wasn't on full war mode, he would have felt a sense of disgust and disdain. There wasn't time of that. Feelings got you killed. Feelings botched the job. He could see them all from the scope of his Havoc carbine.

They would hear the faint ring of an aged throw-away comm not far away. If they looked they would find it on a glass topped outdoor table just a foot away, in the wide open. Ardgal had chosen the location intentionally, the nearest available cover from there was a good 30 feet, and it was all in his view.

"I was on time, in fact, I came a little early," he said, his voice coming through the comm like a cold, horse whisper. His voice couldn't be heard outside of his sealed helmet, "Good to meet you at last, I've always heard first impression with the in-laws are important." He let the statement settle in, "Now, here is what you are going to do, and you are going to do it now. I know you are in contact with Xander, the target. And I know you know how to get in contact with him. So you are going to tell me how, and if you don't--" he paused, settling the Havoc's sights in. A single shot tore through the air without a sound, so precise it ripped the third button off the count's shirt that covered his bulky body, "The next shot will go through your skull.

He could hear the sound of Xander's voice echoing through the building. Small favors, he thought to himself. Apparently sometimes the galaxy gave you more than what you asked for. Like an answer to your prayers. "Stay right there you two, move and they will be scraping your ashes off the duracrete."

He slowly pulled himself back so he wouldn't make a big detectable silhouette, the warrior didn't think they were that big of a threat, but they weren't the only ones here, and he wasn't about to let that go to chance. He flicked his carbine to stun with a single thought. The armor and HUD hooked right to his brain, being a cyborg came with its benefits. As Xander spoke, Ardgal moved from his position to the hall. He couldn't quite hear where the voice was coming from, but he could almost feel it. Almost. Xander thought he was hidden, invincible. Xander thought he could outwit him. Cute.

The warrior moved to the thermostat and quickly began tapping a few buttons on it, the building's AC kicked on, and it wouldn't stop until the place reached 0 Celcius, or until they ran out of freeon. In the mean time, the warrior switched scanners to bio and heat signatures on to feed directly into his optical lobe. It was now just a matter of letting nature do its job. He was detecting a second life form, one that was two levels bellow him. Ardgal grit his teeth, he was going to have to start picking and choosing here.

"I am more than just a machine, I am a soldier," he said stepping into the halls. He checked it from both sides. Clear. With every step, Ardgal rolled his feet, carefully working the ball and heel to remain silent. "If you've read the holo news lately, you know I am also damn good at what I do." His rifle peered into a nearby room. Clear. "Irnfall? Mandalore?" with more silent footsteps, he made it to the next room. Clear. "Those places ring a bell? How about Pzob? Hypori? Ever heard of what happened to Undiin?" he cleared two more rooms, "When I get bored, I go down to his cell and stab the kid to drink his Medi-clorian-filled blood."

The warrior stopped in the middle of the hall, if it was a mind game Xander wanted, then it was a mind game he would get, "I don't leave survivors, and I am damningly thorough. And you should know that I don't take chances. I could pelt you with threats and stories of what I will do to you when I find you, but, that would be pointless," the warrior shouldered his carbine and drew both his flechete pistol and Heat beam pistol, "You are a fellow businessman, aren't you? So I will make you an offer instead.

"This place is rigged with explosives, and I know someone else is in here. Whichever of you brings the other's head to me, gets to live. The other," with a mere thought he triggered the mines and explosive packages around the Lovous' speeder. The fancy thing--and everything within fifteen meters would go up in a ball of orange, incinerating flames. A smoke cloud began to rise from the yard, small bits of shrapnel pelted the windows facing the beachside to accent his words further, "Joins mother and father dearest. Tick tock, you have exactly 19 minute, 37 seconds before the authorities arrive to investigate."

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Gussberg was a good strong man and all, a soldier as good as any. Myles probably knew that from when he worked with the kid on Pzob. But even still, when push came to shove, he was about to cow before this angry and crying woman. "I--I'm sorry, I don't know, where he is, I swear, I'd tell you if I did."

Virgil's T-slit Visor tilted towards Myles and back to the doctor. It was anyone's guess what was going on under that helmet, or if that chestplate even had a heart behind it to feel. She looked back at Myles with his words and her shoulders drooped slightly. She had absolute faith in her god, Ardgal, and purest hope that he could overcome anything. But even gods had limits, just like faith and obedience to them. She straitened her shoulders again, after a fraction of a second. She drew her pistol and checked it, an act of more habit than need.

"Straiten up your mascara, soldier," she said coldly, holstering her weapon, "I'm pretty damn sure the last thing he wants to see is runny make up," she stepped on the drop ship. If anyone was going to get the brig detail for this, it was her, and she didn't give a crap. He could punish her all day long, screw that. "And I sure as hell am not putting up with gettin' punished for defiance and making his girl cry." When everyone was on board the hardass moved to stand behind the pilot, "Take us down, but slowly and follow my orders so they won't detect us."

[member="Rashae"]

 

[Rashae]

The Count picked up the Com with two fingers. He demanded into the thing while holding it way out in front of him as if it was a soiled rag. “Now hear this, you ruffian. You hand us Rashae this instant. “

“That wasn’t very good.” Said the Countess. “Seriously I swear I married a jelly fish.”

“Beverly, shut up. Like you can do any better. You cant reason with people like this. He probably doesn’t know which to use as a seafood fork. So uncouth.” He sighed tragically at that. The two then screamed as the button was shot off.

He scrunched his nose with the whole Xander bit. He was about to tell the mercenary just that when Xander started talking. “Oh good man, Knew he wouldn’t let us down. He dropped the phone onto the table and demanded antiseptic wipes.

Xander felt the cold come on. ‘is he trying to be smart?’ There was a huff of a chuckle. The snake would pick up a hooked thing and start hot lines used to keep computer systems and other systems in the facility cool. Hot coolant or liquid would go through to be ran through the cooling system. Once it was popped, it would spew heat in a broad area. This may cause the cooling system to freeze up.

Xander moved. He kept moving from one echo location to another. “You’re a savage beast, Thirteen. You was built to be one. Tell me, Does little Rashae know?” This was said in a sing song taunting fashion.

The echo came from another location. “I read more than that, silly thirteen.” There came that laugh, even as Ardgal said his threats. “You are the puppet, I am not. “

Next location, “Rashae is mine, Thirteen. Thanks for keeping her occupied for me though.”

It was about that time the big fancy hover craft went boom. The count and countess Lovous both screamed again and clung to each other in their gaudy outfits. Agent 42 had moved about that time as with the distractions happened to get a one or two second clear shot of Ardgal’s head. He took the shot or attempted to. He moved again.

Ardgal’s deal was interesting, though Agent 42 was intending on killing everyone to clean up the mess. Xander was hard to locate. The snake of a man was good at keeping around corners and hiding. Agent 42 was a very experienced agent as the man took aim. Like playing eight ball, you got to line up your shots and sometimes you get a combination shot. He attempted the shot to hit Xander and Ardgal in succession.

Xander found the deal laughable. Not that he thought anyone was loyal to him. Naaa. He expected betrayal. Made life interesting. It was a clever ploy as things went tick tock. As if a prickle on the back of his neck tickled he looked behind him and moved at the last second. It grazed his temple as he growled a low. The coward kept moving as it was getting complicated. Let the lot of them blow each other up. Take care of two ‘shareholders’ and more of a cut for him. He snuggled up half way between the ‘heat’ and cold where the environmentals might hide his biological processes.

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“Mister Davorak. You don’t understand. Xander is very dangerous. I know Ardgal is very good, but Xander is .. very bad. Very very bad. “ Rashae pleaded.

She may not know all that Ardgal or any of the godkillers were capable of, but she knew precisely what Xander was capable of. Virgil seemed to bridge the gap. Rashae hugged Virgil as she got the pilot and everyone going down. The pilot looked over his shoulder at the heavily armored woman and just smiled as he looked up and down. Flyboys were always looking.

“Allright iron pants. Hold onto your tits.“ Said the pilot with a cheeky grin as he got the ship moving efficiently and effectively.

This was one of the better pilots that Rashae employs. Albeit cocky but he used to fly x-wings for the republic. Sure flying the corvettes were not as glamorous but it was safer. He had the moves and could maneuver the ship where ever the woman wanted it.

Myles was sure as hell welcome to board with her and any of the alpha company that would board the ship to go down to the alderaan surface.

[member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Myles Davorak"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Scared? I ain't scared of 'nothin

Myles digested what the Mandalorian just said and he chuckled as he envisioned Virgil pulling watch duty with a young'un. "I am sure you're not Virgil. I guess we should be really getting to business then"

The aged man knew that [member="Rashae"] would go after [member="Ardgal Raxis"] and there was nothing he could do about it. Guess I will have to hold the expedition off....KARK. He grumbled in slight frustration. Davorak's brain went to work and he hypothesized various scenarios on what was going down on the surface with Raxis.

In the best of all possible outcomes, he would deal with the threat and come back unscathed which was very possible. He knew the General was capable of great things, even operating solo.

His focus and concentration was broken by a concerned Rashae who was pleading him.

Mister Davorak. You don’t understand.Xander is very dangerous.I know Ardgal is very good, but Xander is .. very bad.Very very bad

She has compassion for this man. Fine. He thought.

"Fine we can go. BUT! When we are on the surface, no heroics. You leave the heavy lifting to Virgil and myself. Crazy stunts will get one, if not all of us killed. We can talk about possible evac for Raxis and elimination of the Coop only IF we have the opportunity. We all come back home today. Any objections Rashae? What about you Virgil, any qualms?"

He didn't want to order Virgil around by any means, he was more concerned over what was at stake here. With little planning involved, this op could be botched really quick. Myles took a deep breath and joined the crew as they headed down to Alderaan's surface.

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Ardgal could see strange flairs going through the air as the heating and cooling system--freaked and stalled. He grimaced and continued his search. There was always always a plan B. There was a reason they made him what he was, he had intuition, reason, the ability to adapt to anything with his human intuition. That was what made him by far better than any droid that existed. And it was why he was the perfect blend of man intuition and machine precision.

His boots moved noiselessly across the grey, luxury carpet.

“You’re a savage beast, Thirteen.You was built to be one.Tell me, Does little Rashae know?”

"They say an inability to keep your mouth shut is a sign of lasting retardation from childhood," Ardgal said bluntly, shifting to the next room. He would clear this building room by room if he had to before he found this guy. Part of his bets were on the bargin he had offered, that was plan B after all. But there was still plans C through Omega that he could enact if this kept going south. And there was a 67% chance it would keep going that way.

The first shot at Ardgal's head missed, but it didn't go without hitting him. The round hit the back of his neck, right where the backplate met his shoulder, sending the warrior stumbling forward, slamming into the faux luxury wood paneling that lined the walls. He grunted as the pain began to well up in that area.

Injury: Severe contusion to the spelnius cervicis and trapezius, right side. Additional tissue damage to the muscles and related ligaments.

Ardgal slammed the butt of his pistol into the wall, flecks of the fake wood filled the air. The throbbing pain in his neck would have crippled a lesser man, he gasped for several moments, gripping his pistols tightly as his mutant healing factor kicked in. Under his helmet the warrior felt beads of sweat form as the pain intensified.

One thing was clear: he had to keep going. Not for himself, for Rashae. He gave a snarl of pain as he shoved away from the wall, and cleared the next room. He heard Xander mention how the doctor was his and he felt something inside himself snap. He didn't care about being called a puppet. He knew he was. That was all he had ever been. To be a mercenary was to be a puppet, you danced to the strings of others, you did what they told you to, you were always at their whim and order. Even before his enhancements, that was the case.

He turned the corner, he could see the target, standing there, his sickeningly smug face smiling, as ever. Pure rage took over. Ardgal raised his flechete pistol slowly, aiming for Xander's stomach. He wanted to watch the man bleed out. Slowly. Right here, in the middle of nowhere and to die painfully as a part of it all. He was so furious, he didn't see Agent 42 moving in position to shoot.

"Make peace with your gods," Ardgal growled from beside Xander.

The shot rang out, the warrior's cyborg components kicked in and he moved just in time to catch the bullet again, on his collar bone. Ardgal was knocked back the raised pistol in his hands was flung away as he stumbled back. Pain tore through him again from the bullet of the assasin's high powered rifle. He slammed into one of the walls, punching through most of it, a spray of splinters and dust filled the air. Fresh pain tore through him at the damage to Ardgal's neck and shoulders from the first shot. The warrior's vision blurred for a second.

Damage: Cracked clavical. Additional damage to surrounding muscle and ligament tissue.

"Damnit," Ardgal grunted. His empty hand gripped one of the thermal detonators in his hand. It was time to start getting brutal. He thumbed off the detonator, gasping for air. It hurt to breath. It hurt to move his head. The pain radiated from both sides with little relief.

"You should have bargined," He shouted to Agent 42 as he summoned all his will to throw the thermal detonator against the pain in his chest.

The durasteel sphere bounced off the wall, into one of the halls near the edge of the building. A massive orb of orange flame and kinetic force errupted from it, consuming everything in its path. Subsequent explosives Ardgal had placed were caught up in the blast, sending second and third blasts through the floor and the two floors both above and bellow. Massive shards of destruction were sent flying in all directions as the entire quarter of the building destroyed itself. The floor, ceiling, and walls for what remained began to decompose, slowly becoming weaker and weaker as the entire hotel started to fall apart from the destruction, in slow motion.

"If that doesn't kill him," Ardgal muttered to himself slamming a hole in the floor. "Nothing will."

And with that he half jumped, half fell through it, and through the next floor.

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If she wasn't on the job, Virgil would have slapped him. She clenched her fist and began to raise it as Rashae hugged him. The woman was caught totally off guard. She froze. No one had hugged her in years, the closest she had come was being on the giving or receiving end of several choke holds. She didn't know what to do, she just stood there awkwardly trying to decide what to do, or how to do it. When she was released, Virgil looked her armor over to make sure it was still up to her regulations.

"Seriously. Make up. The last thing a warrior wants to see after fighting is his woman with runny makeup," she said, reverting back to her standoffish and cold ways. "Its a real boner killer."

The woman jerked her thumb at [member="Myles Davorak"], "Yeah, what he said. Stay away from anything that can explode, shoot you or cut you, or rip your clothes even."

And he made mention to what he saw. Great. Virgil drew her knife and let the fly boy feel its edge along the side of his neck, dangerously ticklish.

"And if you ever look at my goods again, I swear I will take you out behind a bar and bleed you like a stuck pig," she said her voice a low, threatening growl. "Now there, take us down. And stay close to the shore, right along the cliffs."

When the ship had finally landed, it had been a pretty great, relatively invisible path, that ended behind a wall of construction supplies, heavy machinery, and small work tools. It was effective cover. As the doors slid open, Virgil couldn't help but notice how clear the air was, the sky was all but cloudless, and the beach side was almost flawless. Aside from the flaming, collapsing building and burning speeder in front of it, this place would have seemed almost like it could be somewhat enjoyable.

"After you," she deferred to Myles. She would bring up the rear.

[member="Myles Davorak"] I [member="Rashae"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Virgil drew her knife and placed it against the fly boy's neck. Myles couldn't help but smile in astonishment. Gotta give Virgil credit. She is a born fighter, whew. If she marries someone, their hands will be chock full.

As the vessel was flying steadily over the beach, Myles noticed the building at the far end, which was starting to become a smoldering ruin, slowly but surely. Once the ship landed and the bay doors opened, Myles took point and looked back at Virgil.

After you,

Seems that Virgil wanted to cover the rear, which was fine. "Very well Virgil, the gentleman in me would let you go first but I am sure you and I might share the same bodycount, if my fibromyalgia doesn't kick in."

He chuckled as the gleaming sun struck his face and the breeze coming from the ocean swept over his body. It would have been a lovely day minus the circumstances. He pondered.

The Old Man took cover behind construction materials and glassed over the environment with his carbine scope. Nothing of interest could be spotted but [member="Ardgal Raxis"] would be dealing with assassins too, with the perfect perch possibly being located on the buildings in the distance.

A rocking explosion went off as the building in the far distance started emitting smoke. Debris could be seen careening out of the windows and onto the shoreline. We're coming Raxis, be stubborn and hold on just a bit longer. Although the man was self-made, Ardgal was the closest thing he had to a "son" possibly. He was young, brilliant and seeing prior events; capable of love. His gut wrenched at the possibility of Raxis being eliminated.

These thoughts ramped up Myles' movements as he went from cover to cover. After advancing about 30 feet, a bolt rang out and hit the dozer in front of him.

Out of reaction Myles somersaulted behind the dozer and held his position.
"Frak Virgil, SNIPER! We gotta cut him off to get to Raxis."

Oh no....RASHAE! His thoughts were racing as fast as his heart was. Taking another deep breath he yelled to @Rashae "Get behind something and STAY THERE!"

Today would be very interesting indeed.

 

[Rashae]

The pilot grinned impishly as the blade was on the back of his neck and she said those threatening words. The transport was lifted off expertly and turned “Kinky, hard pants. Whatever you say.”

With that the pilot nursed his perversion in relative silence as he flew the bird exactly if not better than directed low along the coast to get the passengers to their destination.

Rashae looked at the both of them with a disparaging look but they were serious. The doctor nodded. “Alright. I won't.” The worried woman just wanted to see Ardgal safe and relatively unharmed. She would spend another four hours in surgery if she has to, anything, just so that he was alright.

“Looks like the wienie roast started without us.” His face was a bit more serious as he looked at the carnage started. He landed gingerly and lightly so that his passengers exited.

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There was only a slow laugh as that echoed. Xander was an arrogant prick though. His game of cat and mouse having gotten a bit away from him. As he touched the blood of the bullet that grazed his temple. The egotistical upstart huffed another laugh as he looked at the two fingers with blood on it. That delayed him where he stopped the game. He huffed another laugh only to see Ardgal staring him down with the pistol.

This was it. The man gave him an contemptible expression as if the mercenary was beneath him. Agent 42's shot rang out as Xander again disappeared. That was close, too close. He found solace in an outbuilding once he got down there making sure that Rashae's parents didn't see him. Both Rashae's parents were screaming as they cringed and cowered from all the gunfire.

Agent 42 took what shot he could acquire and keep distance between him and Subject thirteen. He inwardly cussed when both shots did not hit their mark. This was getting to be a mess. He heard the sounds of a transport close by as he turned his attention away from the target. He saw her and started setting his rifle to his shoulder and took aim to start shooting. The agent was going to attempt to finish what he should have done. Kill the girl and have it done with.

He got off three shots before the unseen thermal detonator went off. Half of the building was on fire and started coming down. No more shots occurred from the 28th floor. Two screams could be heard from the lower floor of the burning and crumbling hotel.

Rashae went in behind Myles and Virgil at her back. The doctor was looking around as she saw the familiar hotel on fire!. She gasped as her steps made movements to the entrance as Myles was looking for something to be behind. The raven hair whipped in the wind as those brilliant ice blue eyes looked for any sign of that cyborg.

“Ardgal!!” She would call out. It probably wasn't wise but what did the doctor know?

As the explosion occurred she reflexively put her arms in front of her face as debris flew every direction and the building was half on fire and falling apart.

She screamed at the top of her lungs. “ARDGAL!!” A stray unknown sniper tried for the shot that bounced off of the heavy demolition equipment. The blasted woman looked towards where the shot may have come from.

Myles yelling at her got her attention back as her mind was racing. Well what the hell do you get behind. Aha..the trash can. She got behind a fifty gallon drum trash can. Was it big enough? Maybe. Another shot went out as it bounced off the thick durasteal of the drum. Rashae screamed as she tried to make herself small. That was till she heard a scream she knew all too well. Her mother's scream.

“oh my god. “ her voice rose again as it cracked. “Mother!!” The other scream had ceased quickly. Her mother might not be the best of human beings. He was shallow and superficial but hardly worth burning to death over. Rashae looked for another spot to scooch to. She makes a run for it and slid behind it.

“I need a medkit, stat!!” She ordered to whomever was with them on that transport. Each scream from her mother was like a stab in her blood. She tried to see if she could connect to Ardgal's com, something. “Ardgal. Help!! “

“Virgil!! Davorak!! That's my mother screaming!! I got to get to her.” switching com channels rapidly, in desperation. She was grabbing anyone she could.

Give Rashae a person on the brink of death and she is cool as a cucumber. It wasn't personal, the processes were clear and concise. She knew what she was doing in those circumstances of medicine and science. These circumstances she had no idea what she was doing. All she knew was she had to get her love and her mother out of there. Where was her father and why was her mother here? That question had to be pushed aside. She waited precisely thirty seconds as she felt time was ticking.

[member="Myles Davorak"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"]

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

If she wasn't on a mission here and now, Virgil would have slaughtered this insolent swine where he sat. But, she didn't want to get blood on the cushions, especially since she'd have to sit there to drive them down. Oh, and there was the fact that he worked for [member="Rashae"]--and she didn't want to piss off her cousin's love bird. Even if her fly boy here could only think with the seat of his pants.

She sheathed her blade as they left the Padme. The boy gets to live... For now.

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The floor gave way under his weight with the snapping of the flooring and shatter of the tile. A white spray of dust from the grout and construction materials swirled in the air around Ardgal as he smashed into the next floor. His momentum had carried farther than he expected as the warrior crashed through it as well, left knee first.

Damage assessment: Concussion to the knee. Nonfatal.

Spinning through the air, he reached out blindly for something to grab on to and halt his fall. His palm hit the tile first, sending pain shooting through his arm as the force sent him smashing through the floor, spiraling head first towards the next floor, the world spinning through his visor.

Damage assessment: multiple hair line fracture along the Carpus. Nonfatal. Shooting will be experience a 25% reduction in accuracy.

His plasteel visor met the granite flooring with a heavy slam, sending several cracks along his visor, visible from both the outside and inside. Agony radiated along his neck and head, Ardgal could see doubles for a moment and it wasn't just from his sensor unit falling out of sync. The warrior managed to twist himself just enough to hit the next floor back-first, instead of head first.

Damage assessment: Concussion, tissue damage along the spinal-mounted cyborg implants.

Ardgal could feel the strength draining from his body as he twisted again, his left shoulder hitting the next floor. The impact jarred it out of place as he felt the sickening pop of its removal from location. The world blurred around the warrior as pain after pain tore through him.

Warning: System overload. Cannot compute. Cann--

Then nothing. Numbness. Darkness. Total nothing except the dizziness of everything spinning around him.

“Ardgal!!”

He could faintly hear the voice of the doctor. He smiled through his cracked and bleeding lips. In his minds eye he could see her, just like they were back in the bed on Felucia. The light of the glowing vong biots played against her skin in a perfect accent, like glowing orbs of bliss. Secure. Safe. That was the first time he could remember feeling genuinely happy.

"Rashae," he whispered hoarsely. He tried to move his hand to run his fingers through her hair, but was only met with a debilitating sharp pain radiating through his arm that cut it short.

“ARDGAL!!”

The warrior opened his eyes. His visor was marred with a massive spiderglass fracture, running from one end to the other. He could barely see, the image his sensors were feeding in was garbled, and barely analyzing properly. He groaned, sitting up with all his strength. Bits of duracrete and tile slid off his scuffed chestplate. The warrior clumsily managed to remove his white helmet, tossing it aside. He was surprised with the sheer level of damage it had taken.

The warrior looked down at his body with a desensitized gaze. He was still stunned from the level of pain he was in, and what he had just done, falling over 2 dozen stories. He grimaced at the half inch thick splinter protruding from his left forearm. Aside from that it looked like he was ok, and even that wasn't causing massive blood loss.

He could hear a scream from outside, and a few gunshots. It was a woman's scream. She was--familiar. Ardgal rubbed his dislocated right trigger finger over his temple, trying to remember her name. "Louvus. Bethany. Louvus." He swallowed, the raw grit in his throat scraping like painful sandpaper along his vocal chords. His eyes squinted for a moment. Why was she important? "Someone's--someone's" with his right hand he gingerly gripped his Havoc carbine. "A target." He pulled himself up, using it as a crutch. "Someone's trying to kill--" who? Who were they trying to kill? Who? You have to remember. Its why you are here. Its important. Its why you are on the verge of death. He could hear someone--a man. Who? He is important. Your friend. Your ally. "Myles." If he was a friend, you need to go to him. For help.

He took one step, pain tore through his dislocated ankle. Ardgal lurched forward, half grabbing, half falling into the nearby double door way. He brought his carbine up clumsily with one hand, scanning the area. There was a burning speeder. A mostly burned an anihiliated crisp of a fat man. And someone in armor running towards the construction zone. The warrior blinked twice.

"Where the hell am I?"

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She knew it the moment the woman screamed. She knew it the moment she saw the look on Rashae's face. She knew it the moment they were drawing too much sniper fire. She just knew. For a brief second she wasn't on Alderaan. She was back on Danthomir. They were surrounded in the canyon, taking heavy fire. The patrol was down. Instead of hiding behind an oil drum they were hiding behind a boulder, and instead of Rashae's mother, it was her own boyfriend who was screaming, on the verge of death from a blast.

She knew. She just knew.

"I have to do this," she whispered, just barely audible. "I can't leave him behind this time." She tossed her pistols to the ground and turned to Rashae, gripping the woman's shoulders firmly, "Stay the hell right here."

She looked at Myles, "I need you to cover me."

The godkiller took a deep breath, steeling herself before sprinting as hard as she could through the clearing towards the blast. She could feel her boots slamming into the ground, but for now, it didn't feel like Alderaan, she only saw Danthomir. Helcarus, hold on. I am coming. Hold on. Hold on Helcarus. She didn't even feel the first bullet tear through her bicep. The woman slid to a halt next to the countess.

"Hold on," she barked, "I am gonna get you to safety, just hold--Ugh, damn it!"

A second round tore through her calf as she scooped the badly burned woman in her arms. Virgil's legs buckled for a moment before she sprinted back to cover as hard and fast as she could. A round bounced off her helmet, the woman stumbled, missing her step and almost falling flat on her face. She shook it off with a heavy grunt, soldiering on as hard as she could.

"Hold on, Helcarus," she muttered between gasps for breath, "Hold on."

At last she managed to collapse behind cover, a round barley missing her body and kicking up the dirt beside her. Virgil pulled herself as close to cover as she could. She plucked the medpack from her utility belt with trembling hands and offered it to Rashae. "Take care of her."

As Virgil leaned back against the metal drum she could feel the pain wash over her with trembling fervor. She grit her teeth for a second, panting. She could barely breath. In the corner of her eye, Virgil became aware of a flashing indicator on her helmet. Damaged re-breather. "Damn it."

As she could feel the adrenaline rush starting to wear off, her fingers only trembled further. It took her three tries to remove the latch that held her helmet secure. When it finally came free, Virgil tossed her dark brown hair with her hand, a slick sheen of sweat covered her face. She stared intently, her angry look only slightly offset by the pain she was in. She looked at Myles, "You gonna patch me up or just stand there?"

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Virgil Raxis​

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[member="Myles Davorak"] I [member="Rashae"]​

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles knew that [member="Rashae"] was going to try and find her mother and possibly aid her in any injuries....Myles thought long and hard, back to his guerrilla warfare knowledge..It could be a trap! An assassin could be emulating her voice to lure the Doctor in. KARKIN blast it!

"Doctor WAIT! IT could be a trap. It may not even be your mother, please. You said Xander was a smart man, and if that is true, he will lure you in by means of the heart."

Everything was happening so fast, it was taking a few seconds for Myles to process what was going on, then he heard a familiar female voice bring his attention back.

I need you to cover me.

"I know you can take care of yourself Virgil, I will cover you but please be careful. I don't wanna lose anyone today, 'cept for Xander of course." He gave the hardened female a quick smile before she ran off.

Pulling his blaster rifle up he laid down suppressing fire on the hotel building, hoping to either hit one of the assassins or at least keep them from firing another shot. Firing randomly at the building he observed Virgil as she was making her advances toward the building.

First shot cracked off and hit Virgil in her bicep. Pinning down where the sniper fire came from, Myles took a shot at the window lift where the unseen assailant fired from. KRAK! The window lift took a direct hit on the support cable sending half of the platform downward, along with the assassin. The assassin dropped 14 floors before hitting the ground with a noticeable thud. Well he is put out of his misery, poor thing.

Myles didn't enjoy killing but when done righteously, it was just a chore like any other; something he had to do.

As soon as Myles thought he had victory, a second shot tore through Virgil's calf, making her legs buckle in pain. Aiming at the open window of where the sniper was shooting from, Myles let a shot ring out- which hit the window but not the target. The glass shattered and went raining to the ground, with the sniper's body almost exposed Myles took another shot which landed right between their eyes. The sniper was already on their knees and careened out of the building, meeting the same fate that the first assassin had.

The third assailant however, Myles could not detect with his eagle-eyes. They seem to be 'invisible' as dirt kicked up beside Virgil, almost hitting her.

Taking cover he checked his energy cell, which had enough shots to finish this mission, he was surprised when Virgil came back to him and slumped down beside him taking her helmet off.

You gonna patch me up or just stand there?

"heh, you got bite woman, remind me not to piss you off. Hold still Virgil I got you covered" Myles said as he applied some antiseptic and bandages to stop the bleeding and prevent infection. Myles wasn't known for having the latest in medical tech/supplies but he had the basics to get the job done. He applied pressure to her wounds and packed them with gauze to ensure that the bleeding would stop soon enough.

"If you wanna take a breather, Ill provide overwatch and see what happens. Your call Virgil. How are you holding up?"

At least Rashae's mother was legitimately injured and this wasn't a trap.....at least that's what he had hoped for. Come on Raxis, hold on just a bit longer son, we're comin'.
[member="Ardgal Raxis"]