Skirmish The Calling | Frigid Dawn | NIO vs GA

[Meshla Detta]

Operation Iron Dawn
Allies: NIO, SoM, Warrior Caste
Amon Vizsla | Théodoro
Enemy: GA, RA, Intelligentsia
Maynard Treicolt | Loske Treicolt
Engaging - Zaavik Dagoth
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DO_BAD_WELL

After putting space between her and the pesky Jedi, Meshla's attention momentarily went to the fight between Amon and his own Jedi opponent. They seemed to be having an all-out brawl now as the two had left the platform and now both were on the ground literally, Gloved fingers quickly reloaded one spent slugthrower with more slugs and a new power pack, then she began reloading the other while considering the best way of helping him get the edge... I mean what were partners for, right?

But in that lapse of her own battle awareness, the Detta let her guard down and she didn't see the young Force user coming for her until it was too late.

BAM

The Jedi's booted feet connected with the blue-armored Mando's midsection in a full-on kick with the force of a freight train or so it felt. <"OOF,"> she groaned before all air left Meshla's lungs as her body went careening backward, then unceremoniously hit the sandy dirt hard.

Frak me! Meshla knew she couldn't just lay there waiting for death to come. No, today was a good day for someone else to die! Plus, Mesh has too much to live for now... or least she thought so.

Gods how I HATE Jedi! were Mesh's only thoughts as the agony experienced quickly turned over to rage. She used that emotional fuel to motivate herself to act beyond the pain inflicted in part by her own stupidity.

She willed herself to breathe even though it hurt like hell, then pushed her battered body up into a fighting stance. Steeled blue eyes hidden behind her ice old silver T-visor focused in on the Jedi like a laser. The Mando's repulser pack ignited and she charged right at the young Force user like a torpedo, shooting her wrist blaster repeatedly at him hoping her other personal energy shield now activated would protect well-enough from any repelled blaster fire encountered.

A pained yet sly smirk grew on her face as she neared the target.

While in flight, she grabbed a sonic grenade from her bandoleer with the other gloved hand and primed the switch with her thumb. When she got within a few feet, the Detta tossed it down at his feet, then veered away like a starfighter as the detonator went off with its ear-piercing 'squeal'.

With the sonic dampeners in her helmet, the sudden burst of high-frequency sound waves wouldn't incapacitate Meshla as it would those organics in and around the explosion without proper hearing protection. Hopefully, there weren't any Bith's in the area because head exploding wasn't pretty.

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

LOCATION: Yinchorr
OBJECTIVE: Operation Wayward Light
ALLIES: GA - Open
ENEMIES: Lucien Dooku | NIO
KIT: Lesser Ring of the Protected Mind | Taxman's Embrace | Visions of Gold | REC-LA/02 Combat Armour
POST: IV

Tithe waited while the unmarked enemy combatants considered his offer. Bribery on the battlefields was always a risk. While many men and women fought purely for the credits, there was an unfortunate cohort who scoffed at such offers, and in many cases, were actively offended. Idealogues were so hard to deal with. Their self-created conceptions of loyalty, camaraderie, or honour were not compatible with a simple transfer of currency. The galaxy would be a much better place in the absence of such fanaticism.

The Jedi took a moment to dismiss his Mandalorian colleagues, including handing off his vibrosword and lightsaber. The intent of the actions was not immediately clear to Tithe, and it was only when identified himself and surrendered did everything start to make sense.

Still, it took Tithe a moment to comprehend what was happening. He was a bureaucrat, an enabler of the conflict, not an active combatant. When did you hear of a mere adviser taking such a high-value target prisoner? Yes, it was a surrender rather than a capture, but still, Tithe always imagined these exchanges happened between bloodied combatants or senior commanders. That he, someone who the Galactic Alliance was still unsure if they trusted or not, would be responsible for bringing the Jedi in would be a boon. His chances of a pardon and asylum were suddenly looking a whole lot better.

“I, ah, well… but of course my good man,” he fumfered in reply. Tithe cast his mind back to the intelligence briefing he had sat in on shortly after arriving on Yonchorr. ‘Sat in on’ was the most accurate descriptor, as he’d been present in body only - he found such briefings to be a bore, and his mind had been elsewhere. Was there any rules or guidance on what to do in the event of a POW scenario?

Nevermind. He’d figure it out.

“We’ll call for a new transport, yes, that’s what we’ll do.” He withdrew a comlink from a pouch on his chest armour and contacted the main command post. “A, ah, transport to my position, and... a couple of guards. Good ones, yes.” While Warlord Dooku had surrounded and relinquished his weapons, you could never be too careful with these Force users.

“On behalf of the Alliance, I accept your surrender,” he announced. “Diplomatic immunity will, of course, be extended, as befits someone of your repute.”

He looked around for the promised transport, the occasional groan from his injured escorts issuing from their damaged transport. Otherwise, the two men stood in silence - awkward silence, as far as Tithe saw it.

But at least he was alive, and one big step closer to winning the trust and forgiveness of the Alliance. Lucien would likely never know how much of a favour he was doing the former Sith-Imperial bureaucrat.