shh we're hunting wabbits (Mandalorian Dominion of Toprawa)

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Location: Uh...in the forest where there's action!
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Rebels
Objectives: Kill things


As chance would have it, Elpsis Kallikora had been among the mercenaries who had been hired to help the Mandalorians in cleaning up the forest of wabbits. Well, rebels, you get the picture. As such she had joined the Mandalorian platoon when they were deployed to hit the unit of rebels encroaching upon their FOB.


Having fought her way through the jungle with blade and blaster, by now she was bruised, blood-stained and quite pissed off. The rebels might be inferior to the Mandalorians when it came to equipment and training, but they were still brave, fanatical fighters, motivated by whatever cause was animating them to try and drive out the children of Mandalore. She had just decapacitated a rebel with a mean-looking, blood-splattered machete when the warning came that fires were sweeping the forest.


How the feth had that happened? Needless to say pondering this question was not high on Elpsis' priority list as she broke into a sprint and ran, whilst blaster bolts flew all around here and the sound of explosions echoed across the forest. To her misfortune she stumbled over a dead body and tumbled to the ground, landing in a bush. Searing flames swept towards her and whipped at her body, threatening to engulf her. The girl cried out in intense pain as she tried to force herself up, the fire sweeping across her body.


Fire. Fire was her element. It was something she had yet to come fully to terms with, something she deep-down frankly hated, but she was a force-user. The daughter of Jedi Master [member="Coryth Elaris"]. As much as she might try to run from it, but as much as she hated to admit it, she could not do so forever. She had the fire inside her. The heat in her was fire. The fire outside was seeking to consume her. This was her territory. And so, as the flames scorched her she instinctively drew upon the heat and tried to harness it. Her technique was far from perfect, since she was an apprentice and all that, it was unrefined, crude and primitive, but nonetheless she did so. For a moment at least the flames became nothing to her body as she stumbled out, badly burnt and coughing.


Her inner fire found an outlet as she just happened to stumble across a small pack of rebels. Small balls of fire manifested in her burnt, bruised hands. The aforementioned fireballs grew in intensity and size as she unleashed her power, letting loose searing blasts of flame upon the rebels to ignite them.

 

[Seris Vant]

Location: Heading into the Jungle
Allies: [member="Verz Horak"]
Objective: Find Rebel HQ and rescue allies behind enemy lines

Seris needed no time to ready. She already had everything needed for up to a weeks stay in that jungle. So long as multiple large fights were uncommon ammunition wouldn't be an issue. That was one of the limiting factors to a particle rifle. Seris hiked up her rifle strap and set out to the field with the others. This was her kind of fun, hunting the enemy. A shiver crawled up her spine, the excitement was already showing. Seris really was a one off of her species. Devaronian females typically kept to the home world. They ran it, governed it and kept a peaceful life. The males were the adventurous ones. Perhaps she was just a bit damaged, taking in to much of her fathers side. Ohh well, off to battle!

 

[Verz Horak]

Location: Just outside of Strill One
Allies: [member="Seris Vant"]
Objective: Find Rebel HQ

"All right boys and girls, let's get a move on! We have rebels to kill!"

Verz hefted his rifle, ready to fight. He led his squad towards the northern gate. When they arrived, he signalled the gatehouse, and with a whump, the gate started to open bit by bit. When the gate was opened enough for the Mandalorians to pass through, it stopped. The squad exited the base, ready to hunt down the rebel commanders. Verz motioned to his squadmates, heading towards the first of three areas lit up by Intelligence as likely locations for the rebel base. With a few blinks at various symbols, Verz's HUD linked up with each of his squadmates' HUDs, allowing them to all see each others' vitals, as well as the mission objectives and navigation markers.

Was it like a video game? Kark yeah it was. But everybody knows real life was more fun.

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: In the Forest, Second Platoon
Allies: [member="Moses Odom"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Caerys Argente"] [member="Arumi Zy"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Fletcher Lorcan"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Verz Horak"] [member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Pappy"] [member="Axo Mend"] [member="Kayleigh Tyven"] [member="Elpsis Kallikora"] [member="Seris Vant"]
Objective: Frak up Toprawa guerrilla Forces

Like moth's to the flame...... Literally, as exchange of ordinance played to the backdrop of a wall of flames that smothered the skies with black smoke with extreme heat radiating from the inferno. This was Chaos, this was war. [SIZE=12pt]Battle is the most magnificent competition in which mandalorains can indulge. It brings out all that is best; it removes all that is base. All mandos are afraid in battle. The coward is the one who lets his/her fear overcome his sense of duty. Duty is the essence the mandalorians.[/SIZE] And today the Mandalorian second platoon was holding strong against the onslought of rebel guerrilla fighters that had set up ambush in the mighty toprawa forest that was engulfed in flames.

If Strider and his fellow mando'ade did not have environmental controls within their full suits of armor this oven like battlefield would be difficult to negotiate. Which became very evident in the Rebel ranks as they began to fall back away from the flames. Strider received reports of more soldiers coming from Conrad but from the looks of the field they would be running into the fleeing guerillas as they try and escape the death grip of the Mandalorians and their allies ........... and of course the unbearable heat of the forest fire.

Wasn't exactly how Strider wanted this battle to go, but forcing the rebels from their entrenched position with environmental conditions worked. Now he just needed to cordinate his forces to overrun them and widdle down their ranks as much as possible.

'Colonel Corek, seems you have some company coming your way....possible 30-50 strong!" Strider relayed Conrad's reports of enemy movement.

"Commander Tyven!, If you don't mind can you re deploy your warriors to try and cut off these fleeing rebels as we give chase on the ground?" It wasn't a command but a respectful request from one general to another.

"Bounding overwatch by squads!" Strider commanded second platoon "Lets go hunting!"

The platoon would fan out and begin leap frogging through the forest, maneuvering by squad as they aggressively advanced after the fleeing rebels.

 

[Marcus Itera]

Location: Midair via Droppod
Allies: [member="Kayleigh Tyven"]
Foes: Gravity
Objective: Babysitter Bodyguard

We'll just have to find out? Marcus was pretty fine with that. He just hoped these "rebels" didn't have the audacity to attack his person or his Commander's. That was one way to ruin a fine day such as this; smoke in the air and flames engulfing the majority of the grassy green vegetation below.

"Told you she ain't your type."

Marcus pursed his lips. "Stow the chatter, honey. We've got a job to do." He didn't like speaking to her like that - at all. Made him feel especially worse when she poked out her soft lips in a pout, folding her arms over in brief contempt before pulling up data streams from Republic soldiers and Mandalorian warriors on the ground. "Enemy displacement?" He asked, pulling his large frame back against the rattling wall of the pod.

"Largely infantry. Heavily fortified within the jungle, lots of trenches, tunnels, and traps." She gave him a placid look, "You know how I am around traps. Try not to scare me."

"Can do." And with that, he turned his attention to the Supreme Commander sitting across from him. Overall, she looked too ill-equipped to even consider the idea of tromping out into battle personally. There was nothing in the great wide galaxy like Dreadguard armor and other styles of armored attire woefully paled in comparison.

"Ma'am, while we're on the ground, what I say goes." He didn't like saying this either. Marcus simply just doubted a Fleet Commander would be able to gun down assailants while directing the forward motion of allied forces. "You do your thing, I do mine. Stick close and keep your head down lest you're in the mood for losing it."

The assault rifle drew back up across his chest and the ramrod posture kept his body from jostling too much once the pod smacked into the ground. His teeth chattered and metal screeched in agony, quickly followed by the pressure release from the main cabin door as the door panel popped off of the pod with a thunk.

Pappy was up in an instant, his harness automatically snapped off as he thundered out of the pod without a moment's hesitation. The rifle snapped back into the crease of his shoulder and cobalt eyes scoured the area for movement.

Clear. For now.

 

[Uriel Manteroni]

Location: Above Jungle
Allies: Mandalorians, [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Pappy"] [member="Kayleigh Tyven"]
Enemies: Toprawa rebels
Objective: provide close air support to ground forces, including attacking tanks, armored vehicles and other ground targets.
Thought; Speech; Action; NPC.


The Dropship started landing maneuvers, then Uriel's Clawcraft (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Nssis-class_Clawcraft) stood out of formation and followed the orders of Strider Garon. It was in orbit to provide close air support.

Uriel was at 2500 meters high, with orbiting center in Strider Garon's position.

Uriel: "Vamp, open the link to Garon."

Vamp: "Yes sir."

Uriel: "Commander Garon, here Vampire 1. Copy clear? I'm in orbit awaiting orders if there is need for heavy artillery. I have 4 Sienars LF-7 at your disposal. If you need, just tell me the attack vector. Time between ordinance and attack, 10 seconds. Copy clear?"

Uriel awaiting orders, was flying over a dense forest.

Uriel: "Vamp, what is the probability of the rebels have portable SAM missiles?"

Quantum Central Processor responds: "If there was a percentage above 100%, it would be 200%!"

Uriel thought: Wow, I have to remind me to redo the program of this QCP! It's too ironic for my taste!

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Gunship Kestrel Three
Allies: Mandalorians, [member="Strider Garon"], [member="Kayleigh Tyven"], [member="Pappy"], [member="Uriel Manteroni"]
Enemies: Toprawa rebels
Objective: set up an ambush

"Commodore?"

Gir instinctively looked around for the source of the voice before belatedly realizing it was his helmet's comlink. I need to stop getting lost in my thoughts...Gravity began to pull him down harder in the seat. He cleared his throat quickly.

"Go ahead."

"We've been redirected to a new vector, to cut off a retreat by some rebels. It looks like the mandalorians have flushed them out."

"Thanks for letting me know, lieutenant."

"We'll make planetfall in five, four, three, two, one..."

The cabin briefly shook as Kestrel Three swooped in land on Toprawa before abruptly halting. The door swung open, revealing the bright light of Toprawa's sun. Around him, his marines quickly released their straps and pulled their weapons up to the ready before hustling out of the gunship. Gir jumped out of the ship and almost regretted it. But he managed to steady his feet under the unfamiliar load of his armor and weapons. Even as he did, Kestrel Three ascended into the cover of the clouds above. But they'll be a quick call away if we need them. He turned his gaze to ground. The first two marines, the actual ground pounders, had taken a knee and we're already pulling security. Nod had copied their stance and position, though it was clear by the way the duros was holding the rifle, that he wasn't an experienced fighter like the other two. Gir crouched down and observed his surroundings, noting smoke rising up in the distance. An update poured through his visor, displaying where the rebels would supposedly be coming from. He ran up and tapped one of the troopers on his pauldron.

"Let's move to that small hill right there, overlooking that clearing and set up an ambush."

"Yes sir."

"Let's form a column. You and Robins take lead, I'll take center, and Lod, you'll bring up the rear."

The small fire team began to navigate towards their destination, and hopefully, into the fight.

 

[Mariya Pyne]

Ma'am, while we're on the ground, what I say goes. As the words spilled out of the soldier's mouth Kayleigh looked at him with a look of sheer disbelief. And when he followed it up with You do your thing, I do mine. Stick close and keep your head down lest you're in the mood for losing it. She nearly laughed herself into a fit. "You are kidding me, right soldier? I am plenty capable of handling myself and the team that will be meetig us on the ground. I didn't get this role by playing with dolls."

As the pod crashed into the dirt beneath and the pressure door released she followed behind the eager soldier out and into the jungle. The drop carrying the remainder of her team quickly followed and out of it stepped 6 others. Falling in behind her she slung her rifle over her shoulder and shook her head toward [member="Pappy"]. Men. "Lets go. The Mandalorians wont leave much for us if we don't double time it." Activating the comm she radioed to [member="Strider Garon"]. "We're planet side. On foot towards your position. Team of 8. Moving out."

Switching the HUD to thermal she picked up the fires and a few moving bodies off in the distance to their north. That would be their route. The jungle was thick though, so it would be rough terrain before they reached Strider and his men.

[member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Uriel Manteroni"]

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Location: Forest where all the action is
Allies: Mandos and Friends
Enemies: Misc. Rebels
Objective: Err...presumably kill rebels?


Fire. Fire was her element. For a few moments at least all doubt was banished from Elpsis' mind as she unleashed her power. Blasts of searing, scorching heat engulfed retreating rebels who were escaping after being bottled by the Mandalorians. Forest fire could not hurt her, not now at least. Mandalorians squads aggressively advanced upon the fleeing partisans, and she stretched out with her power to drive the flames raging across the forest before her into the renegades. Elpsis hated the Force, it was a heritage she had spent years running away from, ever since that awful day when her father had gotten her in his clutches and tried to break her...something he had come closer to succeeding than she was comfortable admitting.


But at the same time, as deeply repulsive as the thought was, having such power felt glorious for the moment at least. As if she were strong and in control. Elpsis was no Adril Tythorin and could not be considered a master pyromancer by any stretch of imagination, but she had plenty of pent-up rage that the battle was bringing out. By the time she was done scorched, badly burnt corpses lined the bushes before, then she slumped to the ground, feelingly terribly tired for the moment and with her hands having apparently suffered burns.

 

[Noah Corek]

Location: Forest of Toprawa
Allies: [member="Strider Garon"]
Objective: Kill Guerillas, Get Paid and Get Home

Noah smiled as he heard what Strider said. "Good, well were about to kill a over strength platoon so get those credits ready, though I'd rather have my payment in Beskar." Noah said as he shut off the comm-link for a minute and aimed down the sight of his rifle. They were right below Noah and his other ten marksmen now. But shooting them from all the way up here and doing it like this was a waste of their skills. "Hatchets out. Were doing this guerilla style." Noah said as he reached down and pulled out two hatchets that he and the other ten had. They had been trained in their use, combat hatchets were a perfect weapon for bush fighting. The middle of the column was now below Noah, who was the middle in the line of marksmen. With a quick handmotion Noah dropped down and both of his hatchets were buried in the throats of the two people he had landed between before they could even respond. There were screams all along the line as twenty more of the soldiers were killed, over half of their forces dead within seconds. It was only a few seconds later and eighteen more soldiers were dead. It was just 9.37 seconds, according to Noah's stop watch and, and all forty of the soldiers were dead. "So we just killed forty soldiers in about forty soldiers in nine and a half seconds. Got anything more interesting for us?" Noah asked in a slightly smug voice.

 

[Marcus Itera]

Location: Toprawa Forest
Allies: [member="Kayleigh Tyven"]
Foes: Gravity
Objective: Babysitter Bodyguard

She might have laughed right in his face moments before he leapt out of the pod, but his disposition was still placid. It never looked good on your record when your Supreme Commander took a sniper round through the chest on your watch. Miranda's soft blue outline danced on the outer edges of his vision, providing enough optical distraction to pull his gaze away from the rising smoke in the distance?

"Honey, you're in the way." Marcus whispered. Miranda looked a little disheartened to be directly out of the action as her form disappeared. "Sorry," the rifle felt light in his hands, "I'd just like to be able to talk to you when this is through. If I'm dead - that ain't exactly my idea of ending the day."

"Yeah, I know. Sorry." So many apologies. They usually made up after their charades pretty quickly. "Looks like your boss knows what she's doing. Thermals and a wedge formation." Marcus turned to glance at the Marines moving with the Commander. "Looks like they know what's what as well."

The Dreadguard cleared his throat. "Good. At least I don't have to watch over all of them now." Pappy had pulled into the formation as well, ensuring he was within a few yards from his CO. "Hey," he said, "I've got someone you might wanna meet."

The links between their communications systems was established, ensuring crystal clear audio communication across the entire planet. Broadband antennas came in handy.

"Hello, Commander. I'm Miranda, Artificial Life and Intelligence module." There wasn't much else to say besides that. Wasn't like she was gonna hand out her service numbers bestowed upon her by the Architects either. It was a simple introduction. "It's nice to meet you."

 

[Seris Vant]

Location: Entering The Jungle
Allies: [member="Verz Horak"]
Objective: Find Rebel HQ

Fields gave way to the dense trees and brush. The relative safety of the base was far behind them. Somewhere out here, Charlie was waiting for them. Snipers, just as good as the ones she fought in the latest Republic Sith war. Patrols, ambushes, mines, booby traps and bunkers. Danger never went away out here. Not as long as the rebels were still able to operate. Inevitable was their defeat of course. Seris knew casualties were mounting though. They needed a decisive battle to break them, in numbers and moral. Maybe this would be the day?

Seris put her rifle in hand. Third in the column line. Behind the helmets mask, her eyes watched carefully for any movement in the brush or trees, aided by a detection system. In maybe two minutes time after they entered a target was acquired. "Hold up. Hostile at 1 o'clock in the trees". Seris crouched down on a knee, bringing up her rifle double quick. Hostile was lined up in the scope. He hadn't noticed them yet. To bust looking off to their right with his own weapons scope to an eye. "Target hasn't seen us yet. I've a clear shot. Permission to fire Commander"?

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Location: In the Forest, Second Platoon
Allies: I UNNO. SO MUCH GOING ON. [member="Strider Garon"]
Objective: Frak up Toprawa guerrilla Forces

"OYA!"

La's voice was not the only one to echo over the comm frequency at [member="Strider Garon"]s words. As much as she didn't like fighting in the flames and smoke, she trusted her armour and her HUD, and it was certainly flushing the rebels out. It had been hard for the Pirate to hold formation when they started to run. Like a Strill with prey before her, she wanted properly off the lead. Staying in line chafed. They were right there, just there and she could get them.

Finally they got to move forward, finally she got to stretch her legs and run! It was hard work in armour, and this was more of a jog than a sprint, but still. As she gunned down rebels her bloodthirsty little heart leapt. This was what it was all about. Not sitting about, not waiting, this. Hunting.

Wait.

There.

The ground was too level.

"Gaanaylir, orhaarir."

She snapped out over the inter-squad comm channel, pulling up short. Her own HUD wasn' that advanced, didn't have the fancy scanners installed. The rest of the squad had pulled up, either when she did or at her words. She wasn't squad leader she just.. got things done. One of her brothers who did have a more high-tech HUD moved farward.

"Mines."

"Karking Hut'uun"

She snarled.

"Do we need to worry about the heat setting these karkers off?"

"Shouldn't."

"Good."

She toggled her general comm channel open again.

"Keep your eyes and sensors open folks, we just hit mines, we might be following a pre-planned and trapped escape route. Aya'na sarcinagr oi hut'uun."

Back to inter-squad.

"Lead us through, then you're on heads-up duty. We'll cover you."

"Got it."

He moved into the lead, snaking around the concealed threats. The others followed in his footsteps, though they were particularly wary now, their vod was taking a risk, going into the lead when his attention could not be firmly on the enemy.

"Clear!"

"Da'ha Jidt'ika!"

"Oooh, I reckon she likes you, y'got a nickname Jidt'ika."

"You can have one when you're useful. Heads up!"

Chatter was canned as blasters swung up and rebels were dropped, two in the trees, four on the ground.

"Was that useful enough?"

"Pft, you even hit any of 'em? Three were mine."

"Maybe I just need a little encouragement."

"Fine! You want a call name so bad? Harampr, as in could not hit the broad side of a."

The others laughed, though the banter didn't slow them down, they continued moving forward, blasters barking at infrequant intervals. Her armours enviro controls were working over time, between the fire and the strain from running in her heavier armour, she could feel sweat beads starting to form.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Ana had learned the skill out of the need. Mandalorians tended to get shot up a lot and she didn't like seeing them suffer so Ana did what she had to. They were at first a little leery of the Force but trusted her and as such allowed Ana to work her magic on them. It was now almost second nature to her and she knew her family didn't take it lightly just because she could heal at whim didn't mean they were less cautious.

"I'll teach you proper healing when we are not being shot up," she turned to lightly smile at her Fletcher. Ana felt bad at brining him here for training. It was not a good idea in the slightest for her to do so as Ana would feel terrible if he got shot up. "Down," she ordered quitely as she heard a rustling in the bushes. She had seen the bushes rustling and if one looked ever so slightly could see more doing the same. The little group would need to stay silent if they didn't want to be found out. "We are outnumbered but on the count of three we are rushing in there hoping to scare them."

"Ready?" She turned slightly to look at the group behind her and everyone nodded so they would go in guns a blazing. If they could connect with other Vode they would do so.

"3".."2"..."1"..."Go"

[member="Fletcher Lorcan"]

 

[Verz Horak]

Location: Hunting for wabbits in the woods
Allies: [member="Seris Vant"] and a few NPCs
Objectives: Kill the rebel leader

At Seris's warning, the squad stopped, trying to find the target that their sniper had found. The column of soldiers communicated silently, thanks to their buy'ce. The warriors waited, watching. Verz saw no movement on the motion tracker. The Mandalorians were alone, seemingly. Evidently the rebels were prepared to defend this area. That must mean that they were getting closer to a target.

"Vant, you have my permission. Fire when ready."

 

[Levy Willamina]

Location: In the Forest
Allies: Mandalorians
Objective: Shoot, Shoot, Shoot things

Levy blew a line out from the death stick as she wiped at the scope of the rifle. The smirk on her face though showing more while she let the massive cannon rest in front of her on the brace. They had worked hard to keep it from moving or falling over but she wasn't going to get more then one shot... Anything more then that and it would take to long as she felt her hand on the trigger. The resistance heavily but she was moving her aim towards the far distance and treeline. "This is Levy in position, tag a target for me and get out. We'll let a real official test of your hell cannon."

[member="Verz Horak"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Arla Ordo]

Location: running towards Strill One
Objective: Stop the recon team of 5
Enemies: Wabbits
Allies: @mandalorians

Arla did not have time to find out about one, she needed all of them. She moved quickly from tree to tree hiding under foliage and moving towards the one. the one that had stopped. She arched a brow where was it, there. She saw the glint of light hit something metal that it carried.

She kneeled down and pulled her rifle forward, breathing softly she put the stock into her shoulder to the pocket to absorb the reprecussion. She breathed again, her finger on the trigger, come on wabbit poke your head out. There again the glint she squeezed the trigger and didn't wait to see if it hit, she quickly shouldered the weapon and began moving again, they would either know where the shot came from, or it would be dead. Either way she had to move.

She did a quick pace up to where she had seen the glint, not so close but close enough. When she got there on the ground lay a man he was dead. Arla looked around, where she could see where the ground had been trampled where a broken branch of green was, that was the way. Arla moved on.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Location: Toprawa Forest, near the great forest fire.
Objective: Cutting escape routes off from the fire.
Enemies: Guerilla resistance.
Allies: mandalorians, Jackals.

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8czjxzTtUTk

The spray and smatter of boots on foliage is ripped through the air by the sound and blur of whirring lazier fire, shouting and screaming raises into the air leaving it thick and almost tangiable with sound.

"On me Jackals! Bring those down who are escaping the fire, if it don't 'ave a jet pack it dies!"​

​

Approaching the fleeing Guerillas, his grubby corduroy cloth cap, an old dull white shirt with two buttons missing and pantaloons, shaping itself around him as he moves, animated with the small breeze that sweep the ashe flecked forest ground. With a one two he'd begin to steady his blaster pistol, rocking it back and forth on the back of his hand.​

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Location: In the jungle the mighty jungle ~
Allies: [member="Elpsis Kallikora"]
Objective: Shoot many rebels, ...aid

"Well.. You uh.. You don't see that every day." Harampr commented uneasily

That was definitely an accurate statement La decided as she watched a young woman unleashing fire on Rebels the Mandos had been driving forward. In truth she had to fight to resist the urge to raise her weapon and aim it at the girl. La did not like or trust force users. Still, this one was obviously on the side of the Mandalorians. As the girl collapsed, the Mando ground her teeth within her helmet.

"That's bad for you you know." Jidte commented

Even with helmets on, it was hard to hide things from squadmates who were used to interpreting every small sound and nuance of body language.

"Ayuh, I reckon it is. Lots of things are bad for you."

Grudgingly, but swiftly now that mind was made up, the woman moved forward, squad moving to form a diamond around the two, watching for any rebel interference.

"Su'cuy kid. Done a number on your hands there, lemme see.."

Her gruff boisterous voice was as soothing as she could make it, ie not very, as she addressed the girl rather like one would a wounded animal you expected to turn on you at any moment. Deft hands raised the girls and turned them, careful not to touch the most badly burnt areas. There wasn't a lot she could do, but La did know a thing or two about treating battlefield wounds. She pulled a spray canister of bacta numb from the small med kit that was always part of her gear. Then she pulled off her armoured gloves and the thinner black gloves she wore underneath.

"All right kiddo, that's gonna start hurting again pretty soon. While the numbs still doing it's job you gotta put these gloves on all right? Keep any dirt out till you get to a proper medic. Gangrene ain't a joke, trust me."

"We did have the Jedi with us, shall I try and raise them?" Jidte asked

"Hey! One of 'ems a proper Mando, Mand'alores sister and everything!" Harampr insisted

"If it swings a 'saber like a Jedi, has a Padawan like a Jedi and heals like a Jedi.. Then it can be damned useful right now. See if you can get them. Either one, the boy looked old enough to be useful to me."

"On it." Jidte went silent as he switched to an internal comm signal to try and raise either [member="Anastasia Rade"] or [member="Fletcher Lorcan"].

"You want a stim shot kid?"

The crash was always wicked, but they kept you on your feet a few hours more than you ought to have been.

 

[Seris Vant]

[member="Verz Horak"]

"Copy that". Seris needed no added seconds of hesitation. The shot was instant and clean. The bolts explosion left quite a mess of that man. Particle rifles sure were deadly weapons, fun to shoot too. "Target eliminated. We are clear to proceed". Seris lowered down the rifle. There were likely to be more enemy snipers about as they moved deeper in. Like always she'd be vigilant for them. Seris continued on with the squad. She wondered how Strider's group was doing; and wished luck to them.