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

[Strider Garon]

Location: In the Forest, Second Platoon
Objective: Frak up Toprawa guerrilla Forces
Allies:

Spoiler

[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"]

The battle raged just as ferocious as the forest fire, that had seemed to take life on its own from some form of wizardry. The Mandalorians and company kept up the momentum, nipping at the fleeing rebels heels every step they took in the direction they were running. Casualties were being sustained, but that was the price of war... a price that Strider knew all to well. Yet it did not slow his advance nor did it shake him from the purpose he had set them all on. One that lives a life of violence as the mandos have been bred to do, know that they would die in such a fashion. And the honest truth most mandos welcomed such death, there boots on and blaster in hand as they enter the manda. Its what made this warrior based culture such a deadly and feared force through out the galaxy.

Strider and the squad he was embedded with in the the 2 platoon were leap frogging through the forest like the rest of the mandalorians were doing. Giving each other cover with bounding over watch which made their advance that much more aggressive. He was on the front lines, his EE-3 blaster carbine was getting a work out while at the same time he was multitasking from the battle at hand and grand tactics with the rest of the task force and mercenaries all needing his direction. This was the life.

"Good job Corek!' He would praise over the coms "Now play catch up and find your way to our location by any means neccessary. We have the rebels on the run " Strider would reply giving the OP mercenary their current location. It was his fire teams turn to run and with out hesitation he was on the move again as the other half of his squad was laying down covering and supressive fire at the enemy were just in the distance trying to make their withdraw. Strider wasn't gong to let that happen, this was the kill shot and the risk was worth taking. If they could decimate this main body of rebels, it would be a critical and possible fatal blow to their cause and in the long run this could save many mandalorians and legionnaire's lives in the future, with out having to worry so much about being targeted by these terrorists.

His fire team found cover, well light cover behind a fallen tree. The team would rise up and and lace into the rebels as they would take up the over watch position for the next fire team to make a rapid advance under their protective blaster fire. Between shots Strider would reply to the republic supreme commander "I say again...." *BANG BOOM * PEW PEW* "I need your forces to try and......." PEW PEW PEW "COME GET SOME YOU MOTHER" PEW PEW PEW *BIG EXPLOSIONS "Tyven I need you to get a head of their retreat. and cut em off"

"Move, move Move" Strider snarled as they thrusted from their position continuing on with the rigors of this leap from maneuver.

"UREIL, RELEASE SOME ORDINANCE AT THESE COORDINATES" Strider would command the claw craft above to aim what weapons he had to try and break through the forest canopy ahead of the rebels retreat and play pepper shaker with their moral as he dropped the boom on them. Strider doubt it would cause much causalities but it would give the enemy something to think about and possibly slow them down so the Mandos could get more of their teeth into em.

 

[Uriel Manteroni]

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

Music: http://www.vagalume.com.br/ac-dc/back-in-black.html

Uriel was in stand by and thought: I wonder how things are down there! Wow ... courage guys !! In a jungle, with fire and death, without a RWR system without a shield system, only the armor and a manual blaster ... really people of courage!

Then the order comes:

"URIEL, RELEASE SOME ORDINANCE AT THESE COORDINATES"

Uriel: "Strider Garon, clear copy! Vampire 1. In 10 seconds order delivered. To protect yourselves!"

Uriel made a tunneou (roll) and plunged straight into the forest.

At the tactical console was indicated the coordinates for attack, Strider Garon sent. There was also the position of the mandos and allies.

Uriel accelerated its ClawCraft to 950 km/h. The noise would scare even the Mandos.

Uriel: "Vamp, Set the cannons to ratio of 6000 rounds per minute, calibrate the power to 0.1 GW! Let's make a lot of matchstick!"

Uriel's HUD, the shot director focused on coordinate sent for Garon. The forest grew in size in the HUD's target.

Vamp: "Five seconds to perimeter of fire!"

Uriel saw the forest approaching at breakneck speed.

Uriel: "Vamp set the ramp of shot in 15 degree angle with the ground plane, so that the fire start to 1000 meters before the coordinate and to finish 1000 meters after the coordinate."

Vamp: "Yes sir!"

5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1 !!

Uriel fired its cannons in the defined slope, at the time the shot director turned red. The Clawcraft (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Nssis-class_Clawcraft?file=NssisClassClawcraft-NEGVV.jpg) spat 1.26 billion MJ of energy in photons in the woods !!! At a rate of 6000 rounds per minute (100 shots per second).

These shots made the temperature of trees elevated to 4000 degrees centigrade, the water of vegetables was expanded, so that, the whole tree simply burst into pieces !! Everything and everyone who was on the way was melted, or caught fire, or died with shards of trees !!

Uriel did the first pass (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mqe2lN9qHwY) and left a true road 10 meters wide in the woods, then made a high-performance curve and returned again to the starting point of shot and made another volley of shots !! Uriel had opened a clearing 20 meters wide by 2000 meters long.

Then Uriel, made a Shark's Tooth maneuver of 90 degrees (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=beNOyZHVjEg), and accelerated the full power of starfigher, Uriel injected antimatter in the ionic converter of its reactors, generating a real afterburner and then Uriel activated the automatic chaffs and flares to divert possible missile SAM .

In five seconds the Clawcraft was again at 3000 meters altitude in orbit over the Mandos.

Uriel: "Strider Garon, here Vampire 1. Ordinance completed. Waiting for orders."

[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"] [member="Gir Quee"]

 

[Gir Quee]

Even several kilometers away, Gir and his men could hear the massive aerial attack through their helmets. The amount of energy that ripped up the forest made the man happy he hadn't been closer to the rebels. Instead, the man dropped to his stomach to lay prone next to one of the marines on the ridge. Instinctively, the man from Hast balanced his heavy blaster rifle and oriented it to roughly point downhill. Lod lined up and plopped down alongside his right side.

"That wasn't our ship, was it sir?" questioned Lod.

"No, though I almost wish it was," replied Gir, "we can still call upon them if things get heated. But-"

The marine to his left nudged his arm several times, causing the officer to turn his gaze downhill. A group of bloodied men were hastily running out of the burning forest towards them. Gir zoomed in on his blaster rifle's scope to get a better look. Those aren't ours, nor the Mandalorians or the Jackals...He flicked his headset comlink on.

"Cresh team has encountered some of the retreating rebels, roughly over a squad's strength, retreating from the team at the transmitted coordinates. We are engaging them now..." reported Gir.

The lead marine opened fire, sending a flurry of red bolts towards the man. The first several bolts pegged the lead rebel straight in the torso; his mutiliated body collapsed down to the ground. His comrades took heed and quickly dove for what cover they could find. Gir peered through his own scope, settled his reticle on one of the rebels, watched his breathing, and pulled the trigger. A red bolt flew out to smash into the man's upper shoulder. Gir's target began to thrash about, causing Gir to silently curse. I didn't mean to cause him any pain...but I guess that means I have to be a better shooter. He squeezed off several more shots in rapid succession. While several of them missed, two of them found their mark on the restless man, and he fell still. Quee began to sweep his rifle to find another target to eliminate.

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis would follow the Captains orders, readying his blasters and aiming at the smouldering carcass of a forest, holding his twin blasters steady he would take great pleasure, the more he killed the more rapid his gunfire would become, after a dozen of them fell he would look to the captain, "[member="Flannigan Mcnash"], this is too slow, I feel like we can take out them in half the time if we just used the ship to mow down these Barbaric fools." he would say, a look of joy rising from the wry amusement that he could get by simply slaughtering them, as well as making his job easier.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan would approach a prone body, attempting to crawl to where it had dropped it's weapon. It's body burnt and charred from the flames of fire, it must have heard Cadan approach because it span around as fast as it could, but a foot upon it's back stopped it. "Who do we have 'ere? A little trouble maker, beneath my boot about to get crush aye?" Cadan would ask as he looked down upon the person. Cadan would remove his right foot from the figures back, pivot on his left foot so he was facing it side on and deliever and rib cracking blow to the side of the person. The impact and force behind the blow flipped the body onto it's back.

"Please no more!" The body would groan as it lay on its back.

Cadan's eyes would fall upon the burnt figures. He'd remove his DL-18 blaster pistol and aim it towards the figures head, all the while, staring deep into its eyes. "You pick the wrong side." He'd say as he applied preasure to the trigger.

The figures last sight was the face of Cadan, there was no empathy to be found in the, nor was there any happiness. Cadan had a job to do. At that was it.

 

[Wes Redtree]

Toprawa
Southern Hemisphere
30 clicks from nearest settlement
Time 0345 local
Mission: Destroy Rebel Guerilla Camp

The grey light of dawn was still hours away as Wes crawled. His face masked by a layer of mud and grime as the tip of his trench knife probed the ground in front of him. Mines had taken six good men already and other traps had nearly wiped out his squad before they found the signs of the guerilla's activities.

For the last two days he had been crawling to his position. Twenty kilo gilly suit and bolt action sniper rifle was a primitive method but until this job was finished it was all he could afford to bring. Slowly his eyes peeked over the edge of a ridge over looking the enemy camp buried deeply in the shade of a jutting rock formation. Perfect camouflage from air search had saved the rebels until now but now they were about to feel a taste of their own medicine. Wes sent no communication to his squad. If he was not in position at this spot by 0500 his squad would have no cover and the OP would be hell in a hand basket. He knew that, they knew that, it was how things went in the field, you do your job and if you didn't someone would pick up the slack or die.

His rifle slid into place and he sat waiting for the designated time to begin his part.

 

[Arla Ordo]

Location: the Forest
Mission: Kill the wabbits recon team
Mood: serene
Allies: Mandalorians

She stopped took a breath her visor scanned ahead this time she turned on the heat sensors, and then began to arm the wristband. She should have thought of this sooner, but she enjoyed the chase through the wood, except the fire was chasing them now too and she didn't want to lose them.

She stood now defiantly in the middle of the trail daring them to shoot at her, to step out, whatever little deed they could come up with. She began walking with a sudden driven purpose, she scanned from left to right then right to left through her visor.

Two signatures lit up on her left, Arla armed and released the missile from her wrist, they targets began to run just as the missle hit behind them knocking them to their feet. Arla fixed on their position got a too late notice of the two to her right, blaster fire rained on her. Arla hit the floor and rolled trying to get to cover, the forest floor lit up with sparks and flame as they shot at her. Dammit she thought finally under thick brush she pulled out her blaster, and began shooting in the direction the shots came from. Four against one seemed pretty fair considering all things.

[member="Wes Redtree"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Uriel Manteroni"] [member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Location: Forest
Mission: Kill as much Topwara rebels as possible.
Allies: Mandalorians, The Jackals.

The explosion and sudden gun fire sounded close. Cadan would look up and scan the area, he'd notice four rebels firing towards a single bush. "I suppose I could go and save this poor sod." He'd say to himself as he place his DL-18 back in it's holster and drew his Raven Gauss Rifle. From his location he could only just see one of the Rebels, so Cadan ran through the forest to get a better site.

Cadan would take cover behind a tree, holding out his weapon and using his Augmented Shooting Tool to scope out the area until his aim landed on a Rebel. Cadan shook his head, this was going to be too easy. He drew in a breathe and pull the trigger of his Raven Gauss Rifle, with a loud "BANG" a bullet was on its way. The projectile, landed on the Rebel's weapon, practically ripping it from his hands, then the second bullet caught him in the chest, tearing throught his flesh, bones and organs, leaving a hole right through him. The body fell to the ground after sailing through the air for a second.

[member="Arla Balor"]

 

[Grozurra]

Location: In the Jungle, the Mighty Jungle
Mission: Catcher in the Rye
Allies: Mandobrorians

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0iw89L6aFo

Grozurra's armored bulk sat dejectedly on a stump. The battleplan had called for Grozurra to get into position while the rest of the forces pushed the rebels into a route. He'd spent the past three days hauling a heavy crate through the jungle while his friends and allies got to fight rebels without him. But as the sound of blaster fire and explosions reached his ears, his heart was uplifted by joy! Finally, he would have his moment of glory! Quickly rising to his feet, Grozurra hurredly tore off the top of the crate and tossed it to the ground before bending down and reaching into the crate. Packing peanuts flew everywhere as the armored wookiee rummaged through the crate. Two items rested inside the heavy crate. The first to be removed was what looked to be a repurposed oil drum which Grozurra strained to lift from the crate and place gently upon the ground. The second item, Grozurra lifted easily and with tenderness. Practically bubbling with joy at what was to come, the armored wookiee removed the massive weapon from the crate and placed it upon the drum. It was called the Hyperion .52calibre Support Automatic Weapon. And at the moment, it was Grozurra's favorite toy.

Carefully, Grozurra pulled a small cap from the top of drum which revealed itself to be the end of a long, thick cable. The wookiee rolled the gun onto its side and connected the cable to an adaptor at the base of the weapon. Next, he gingerly opened a flap at the top of the drum and slowly pulled a belt of bullets from it and fed them into an entry on the bottom of the gun. He had hand loaded each and every bullet into the drum and built in a special power pack into the base of the drum.

Grozurra smiled to himself as he picked up the weapon and cradled it in his arms. As the sounds of blaster fire and explosions grew louder, so too did the sound of screaming and yelling men. Soon after, the sound of footsteps and moving foilage could also be heard. Absently, Grozurra reached out with the force to sense approaching wave of rebels... and found there to be dozens of them, if not hundreds. Grozurra's smile grew wider as he readied his weapon. The following moments would be truely special. And not wanting to miss a moment, Grozurra activated the recorder inside his helmet, and turned up his music.

As the first rebel came into view, Grozurra began to sing along with the song in Shyriiwook as he held the trigger down and swept the weapon back and forth.

Ra-ra-ra-ra
Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra
Ra-raaa-raaa-raa-raaa-raaaaa

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Location: Forest
Mission: Kill as much Topwara rebels as possible.
Allies: Mandalorians, The Jackals.

Scene​

The explosion of a rocket hit the tree Cadan was hiding behind hard, it sent Cadan flying back, landing on his back with a 'thump'. The tree began to fall, only to be caught by its neighbors.

Character​

With the wind knocked out of him, Cadan would slowly climb up to the his feet. He staggered towards the nearest tree, shaking his head in an attempt to stop the ringing in his ears. His Raven Gauss Rifle, lay a few meters away from him, the impact of the rocket tore the rifle from its strap. But he didn't have time to go to the weapon, although his ears were ring, he could hear the shouts of the Rebels as they advanced towards him.

First he drew his DL-18 pistol otherwise known as 'Sunshine', he pointed it to the nearest Rebel. As he applied preasure to the trigger the plasma spat out, splitting the air as it made its way towards the Rebel. It took him high in the shoulder, his armor keeping most of him safe. Then something happened that they didn't expect. A missile fire from Cadan's MM9 Rocket System was flying towards them. As it hit the ground it lit up the small area around them, debri, shrapnel and flames spread out in a small dome around the impact area. The men flew from their feet, as the rocket propelled them up into the air. Most now lay unmoving, others layed but squirmed in pain.

 

[Arla Ordo]

[member="Cadan Tazi"]

There were shots coming in when everything was over she stood up, and looked around. Aww someone had taken all fhe fun out of the chase. She frowned and looked around, then sighed. Targets neutralized. She reported in and then looked around the fire was still moving and it was time to catch up to someone else. Where was [member="Strider Garon"] and [member="Verz Horak"] today.

She moved along she then caught sight of who had shot up the recon team, least he was closet so [member="Cadan Tazi"] had to have been the one, she gave him a sign of thanks and kept moving. She was tired, already. The dreams were still a problem, the fields of blades. Every night she saw them. She had to let it go. Arla paused to listen to communication traffic there were other teams moving on Strill 3 Arla headed towards the base, they had to hold the gate.

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: In the Forest, Second Platoon
Objective: Frak up Toprawa guerrilla Forces
Allies:

Spoiler

[member="Moses Odom"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Caerys Argente"] [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"]

[member="Uriel Manteroni"] aerial bombardment was the last straw that broke the bantha's back in the Rebel's moral. The will to fight fleeted from their determination and the need to survive, to live kicked in. Their retreat halted as the uniformly surrendered. Small pockets of fighting flared up here an there before the rebels finally concluded they were not going to have victory here or ever. Strider would look forward into the forest war-zone, rebels with hands in the air with some waving white flags, the universal signal of surrender.

"Second Platoon, disarm and restrain our new prisoners!' Strider would command his men. He did not need to remind them to be careful. They knew how to work such a situation safely and properly. The old man would look to his back to see the forest fires still burning. That was going to be the next battle, conquesting the elements.

"Uriel, round up the local fire crews and escort them in to water bomb this forest fire. It has served its purpose and now needs to be extinguished" He would command the fighter pilot above. He new there was a force user about that could also assist in taking care of the fire and hopefully he or she would volunteer efforts to do so.

"Ana! You are in-charge of the wounded, friend and foe. You have all my resources at your disposal"

Strider would remove his helmet and sit himself upon a knocked over tree trunk. Though his helmet was complete with environmental controls his hair and face was still soaked in sweat. His insignia red bandana held his long black mane from his eyes. The old man would pull a cigar from a pouch and with in a few seconds had the bad habit ignited. He would watch his mandos take charge of the surrendering rebels. They would perform a thorough search of their bodies before restraints were applied. There was a long march back to the base for those that can march. Those that could not would be hauled out by transport.

The old man would take a long soothing puff of his cigar, another victory under his belt. Seemed he had a knack for survival in combat for he had been on many battlefields and yet to succumb to a violent death that he kept opening himself up to. He would exhale the smoke not exactly relishing in the fact he had survived. He was getting old and hoped that war would be the end of him, before age would whittle at him piece by piece to a shameful death complete with lack of sexual function and continuous use of adult diapers.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: In the Forest, the mighty forest
Objective: exterminate Toprawa guerrilla Forces

Ana had gotten left behind as she had been caring for some wounded soldiers which was just fine to her. She didn't need to be babysat by anyone and the small little band of men that she was with would do just fine. In truth, Ana was actually happier with a smaller group as they were able to hide better. Which they had for a little bit until they were found by the guerrilla forces.

It was at that point they had to duck and cover peeking out every now and again to get a shot out there. This Ana knew could go on forever. These people were in no way backing down soon or giving them room to breath which could also be said about the Mandalorians. Something was going to be done about this if they ever hoped to get out of here.

Once the coast was clear or at least Ana thought the coast was clear she put herself out there long enough to throw a grenade out there before going back into cover behind the tree.

 

[Grozurra]

Location: In the Jungle, the Mighty Jungle
Mission: Catcher in the Rye
Allies: Mandobrorians
(#2/20)


Grozurra laughed as loud and as happily as a wookiee was capable of laughing as he continued to hold down the trigger and sweep the weapon through the jungle. Tree and foliage exploded into splinters and shrapnel as round after round poured from the hands of the wookiee on their way to the rebels. With the Force as his ally, Grozurra could feel the damage he inflicted upon the world around him. Trees and leaves and other plans cried out as they were shredded by high caliber ammunition moving at high speeds. Animals and insects cried out in terror as they attempted and failed to flee the zone of carnage created by the Mandalorian Wookiee and his weapon of mass destruction. Human targets cried out in terror and pain as the full knowledge of their predicament coursed through their minds moments before solid projectiles also went through their brains.

All the while, Grozurra used his immense strength and gift of force sensitivity to stabilize the bucking weapon and guide its tongue of death upon the enemies of Manda'yaim. And all the while he laughed, enjoying the simple act of destruction as he did his part to protect his people... by murdering other people.

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Location: In the jungle the mighty jungle ~
Allies: Mandos, Jackals
Objective: Shoot many rebels


"Not getting a response from either [member="Anastasia Rade"] or [member="Fletcher Lorcan"]. What do you want to do?"

"I dunno, since when was I in charge?"

"I can come up with a plan if you like."

"Right, I'm in charge."

She finished putting the gloves onto [member="Elpsis Kallikora"] who seemed to be in shock or something, she wasn't reacting in any case.

"Well. We can't leave the kid alone, I ain't dragging her with through this mess, and we can't stay here and break up our front. Not while we got these calyarnr on the run. I'm not having them slip through our lines 'cause we didn't keep up."

"So?"

"Split the Squad. You, me and Harmapr press on. I need your HUD."

"And you just want my company."

"Nah, I reckon you oughtn't t'be left alone with a half stunned girl."

"Hey!"

She turned to the other two squadmates.

"We keep in constant comm contact, I trust you t'hold this position and mind the kid."

"On it."

"Right."

Rising, she gripped her ACP Repeater again.

"Lets go finish these hut'uun!"

 

[Wes Redtree]

[member="Strider Garon"] [member="Werdla Dardalab"] @Grozurra @Anastasia Rade [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Cadan Tazi"]

His finger tensed as the scope of his rifle settled onto the head of the target he had been designated. His pale eyes watched unblinking as the man's mouth moved and he gave orders to his troops. The smell of CLP and moist soil filled Wes' nostrils as he took a deep breath. Air filled his lungs and the scope rose, the air expelled and the scope lowered as his finger tightened a fraction more. The officer turned to look directly into the direction of Wes as he looked on and Wes could imagine their eyes meeting and the realization on the officer's face as he found his last breath already on his lips.

The finger tightened further and the dull sound of the silenced sniper rifle reverberated through his body as he watched the 7.62mm round pierce the thick bone of the target's forehead. The body of the once leader of the rebels fell to the ground and Wes moved a fraction to begin taking other targets while his squad mates began their assault. Just another day at the office.

 

[Grozurra]

Location: In the Jungle, the Mighty Jungle
Mission: Catcher in the Rye
Allies: Mandobrorians
(#3/20)


Grozurra's arms ached with the strain of holding the bucking weapon steady, but still he forced them to comply through strength of will, the power of the force, and the mechanical servo's that comprised his armor. Most of the rebels were dead now. Those that were not killed in the initial barrage had either taken what cover they could find, or had turned back the way they had come. Back into the bolts and bullets of other mandalorian warriors. A few had managed to scatter to the left or right of Grozurra's kill-zone, but they would be dealt with later. Either by Grozurra himself, or by one of the other Mandalorians that swept the jungle for rebel forces.

Grozurra's attention was focused on those that still remained within his kill-zone. They hid behind trees, in ditches, and some were quite literally hiding under rocks. Grozurra could feel them. The Wookiee could feel their fear and terror and knew what stood between himself and the targets he had been tasked with ending. What he could not do, was make his bullets reach them. Trees and rocks and ground and debris stood between his thousands of racing bullets and the fleshy targets they sought. Every attempt he made to adjust his aim saw only dead trees splinter further and dirt and soil and rock fly into the air.

If only there were a way to make the bullets go around the cover his targets hid behind.

 

[Grozurra]

Location: In the Jungle, the Mighty Jungle
Mission: Catcher in the Rye
Allies: Mandobrorians
(#4/20)


Grozurra paused for a moment. His mind grew distant and distracted from the task before himself as he continued to sweep his weapon and bullets through the jungle before him. Grozurra was a Mandalorian. But once, when he was a child, Grozurra had been a Jedi. Or, more accurately, he had been the padawan of a Jedi. Long, long ago when he was just a child, he had called a Jedi master. And it was the words of that master which ran through his mind now. "Anything is possible with the Force." She had said to him.

Inspired, Grozurra tried something new. He drew his attention away from the cowering rebels and the plants and insects and animals that remained within his wake, and instead focused on the energy enveloped bullets that raced from his gun and fled so quickly away from their Wookiee master. He could feel them as they flew from him, but they were too many and too fast for the wookiee to focus on. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, but still they flew too fast for Grozurra to focus on any one bullet.

Slowly.

Reluctantly.

Grozurra released his finger from the trigger.

 

[Grozurra]

Location: In the Jungle, the Mighty Jungle
Mission: Catcher in the Rye
Allies: Mandobrorians
(#5/20)



The silence was deafening. The roar of his weapon had lasted for so long, that the silence of its absence almost hurt Grozurra's ears. To the cowering rebels, Grozurra could feel that it felt like salvation.

Each pinprick of hope was a rebel survivor. Grozurra focused on that hope as he felt for the location of each survivor. He felt them and their surroundings, he traced the path between himself and the survivors through the force. He saw where the path was and where it was not. He saw the path that his bullets had to take to reach their targets. He saw each path in turn and he focused on it. Over this tree or that, around one rock and under another, between a pair of boulders, over a mound of dirt. Grozurra's senses saw only the path his bullets needed to take to find their way towards the weak, wounded, bleeding beacons of hope within the force.

Slowly, Grozurra angled his gun higher and maintained his focus on the arching path each bullet needed to take to find its mark... and he pulled the trigger.

 

[Grozurra]

Location: In the Jungle, the Mighty Jungle
Mission: Catcher in the Rye
Allies: Mandobrorians
(#6/20)


The heavy automatic weapon roared to life once again and Grozurra swept the weapon to his left and right slowly, pouring energy enveloped ammunition into the sky as he focused his attention not on his protesting muscles, but on the path required for each bullet to find its mark. The big weapon slid to the left and right slowly. A bullet raced from the chamber of the weapon from within one of the many paths Grozurra focused upon. As quick as he was able, Grozurra focused his attention upon the bullet and raced to push it along the path his mind had laid out for it. In his mind, he saw it soar through the air before arching down and racing towards the ground. In the force, and with his help, he felt the bullet bend and shift in compliance with his will. The bullet arced and raced towards the ground, and found only ground to impact upon. The shot had missed. It had been close, but it had still missed its mark.

Grozurra repeated the steps as he held down the trigger. Each time a bullet found itself racing along one of the pathways Grozurra tried so hard to focus upon, Grozurra did his best to shift his focus to the racing bullet and tried to direct it towards the rebel it was destined to kill. And yet, each time ended in the same failure as the first. The bullets were moving, and they were moving in the direction he wanted them to move, but he lacked the control to guide the projectiles towards their targets.