The Debacle on Teta (Grayson Imperium)

[Loske Treicolt]

Objective: Wrap this up - Reconvene
Proximity: Dak / P Placeholder 0128
In the buildings: Alyson Halle / Dante of Ession
In the skies: Tobias Dracks / Darren Jarok
Someone play this so they know​

That mutual reverberation of dread and surprise played an alarming tune across their ethereal harpsichord. It gave her pause while being bathed in green from the onslaught above to look down at her hands. Whatever she'd just experienced, and felt, there was something within her that suggested she hadn't been alone in the experience. It had caused harm to the Jedi Master in the thick of things, tens of meters away. The sensation of being blocked by information was replaced with concern directed at something she couldn't quite materialize, but whatever had happened to her was not isolated and had endangered her companions. With grim realization, she set forward to close the physical gap between them so she could colour in the missing pieces of her comprehension.

The skies above were alight with emerald success. Some of her shots from the shuttle had caused considerable damage to the AA's on the rooftops, but the overhead team had done their duty in neutralizing the primary threat with little contest. Commands, information and other types of communication were made audible by the contraptions sported by the Essonian compadres. The most notable being the Imperator's voice, relaying the warlord surrender and requiring medical support.

The clattering of metal and concrete was the next cacophonous chorus, and several that had been firing at them dropped to their knees with the intent of self preservation. Discarded weapons joined the corpses of those who found it valiant to refuse surrender. The inevitability of the Imperium obvious, and by the time the Jedi wannabe and her escorts were closing on the location, the warmongers had accepted it. She hadn't much hand in the situation, and thankfully the contention was well contained to this singular battlefield, and not too widespread throughout the citadel. Subjugation would be a matter of hours, rather than rotations. Bold of the Imperium.

Other shuttles started to lower, two other touching down around the one that the alpha team had previously been on. Less armoured versions of Essonion legion disbanded from those ships with varying amounts of armaments. Those that were less weapon heavy were the medical group, laden instead with miracle cures and drugs in separated packs.

The Padawan and her quartet merged with the new waves, and followed the command to relay on the position of the tank where Dak, Cedric and others were. Reports from other troops taking one the buildings were also starting to flow in through various channels, triumph immanent there as well.

Those distinguished as medical support broke off from their escorts, dropping to knees here and there and unpacking rolls of bandages for some of the wounded. One bravely approached Dak, although she looked puzzled on how to best treat the dented droid.

 

[Dak]

Tags: P Placeholder 0128 Loske Treicolt ​

"Nothing-g vital," Dak answers, pulling himself up to be seated as the battlefield begins to calm around them "minor repairs will be-e necessary. Fully recovera-able."

He raises a hand and dings it against his own chassis, letting out a solid clank "Security dr-roids are designed to be shot at." His head turns to look out across the carnage around them, observing some of the surrendered rebels being escorted away by their own forces "more than your kind, at l-least. Although, I wouldn't rec-commend it for either of us."

Dak raises his hand to refuse the aid of the medic, knowing there would be nothing he could do to aid him "Your skills will be better suited elsewhere. See if any of the r-rebels survived."