The Finding of Kathlan Station

[Werdla Dardalab]

Location: Aboard the station
Exact Local: The Mess Hall, heading for the Dreas revenge
Friends: Crew of the Dreas Revenge & Pirates
Enemies: All the intruders, maybe not the Mandos
Objectives: Don't eat TikTok's food, Play with guns <3

Werdla was currently hiding in her armour. She wasn't entirely certain what she was doing on a crew full of non-humanoids, but suspected that alcohol was probably involved. Ah well, at least Captain [member="Serg Leone"] was a nice sight without his trousers on. There was a thought to keep a girl warm. And there was whats-his-face, the little pretty one, ah! [member="Balkar Din"], that was it. At this rate it was possible she was going to starve soon though. If she didn't take off her helmet that vile smelling little fuzzball with the knives couldn't make her eat whatever concoction he'd made of insects she was fairly certain he'd picked out of his own fur. Also, though she could be mistaken, she was pretty sure [member="Tiktok The Cook"] had tried to feed them somebody last week. The lizard, [member="Khrad"] had devoured that meal with gusto. Then there was the fish, [member="Ombo"] , with his dangly dangle things. All quivering around the place. It wasn't right. But, apparently she'd signed on, and honour demanded she continued. She wasn't comfortable classifying her crewmates as family, but they probably at least came under the herd heading. Her Ma's folks would have had opinions if she shot them just for giving her the willies.

The sudden break in what qualified as peace for a gang of pirates was welcome. 'La perked up within her armour, grinning. Firefights were her kind of fun! And it gave her a chance to try out the Two WESTAR-35 blaster pistols she'd taken off the corpse of some dumb aqualish who'd decided to slap her ass on the last planet they'd had leave on. She couldn't really remember it now, it was boring and hot, and Serg had gotten knocked on his ass by some mystery woman. That had been fun!

If they weren't up to par she could always go back to her old standards, the 500 riot gun that hung off her back and wasn't accurate in the least, but when you fired it at the broad side of a barn, you hit the entire wall. It was largely called a riot gun because when you shot it into a riot, there was suddenly no more crowd. You just couldn't pull off fancy headshots with it. Then there was the old ACP Repeater Gun which tended to catch fire if she let off too many rounds too quickly, but oh how it cut through shields. Besides, occasionally she was required to shoot something with some aim. Sad but true.

"Lead on Cap'n, I'm right behind you, admiring the view!"

 

[Khrad]

Location: Aboard the station, mess hall
Friends: Crew of the Dreas Revenge
Enemies: All the intruders
Objectives: Kill whatever the Captain lets me

It was true, the lizard had devoured the raw meat placed in front of him with gusto, savoring the bloody taste. Like all Trandoshans, he gobbled it down fast enough that he was done by the time the rest of the crew was only halfway done with their meals. He had finished it up by gulping down some water, then settling into his seat, which sat under one of the warm overhead lights, to wait for his crewmates to finish their meals.

He could tell that some of the crew probably didn't like him. He had tried to capture their captain and Werdla to make some credits. But now he was a full hire on the crew, ready to do whatever it took to increase his life's score in the eyes of the Scorekeeper. These pirates provided a good opportunity to do just that, so he would work with them. As long as nobody pissed him off, they would be left intact. Well, mostly intact.

Khrad's boredom had been cut short when the crew decided to return to the Drea's Revenge. He followed them, and when the crew found signs of a fight onboard the station, well, some people found out what a lizard's smile looks like.

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Location: Kathlan station Mess Hall
Objective: Sober up
Friends: Pirate Scum
Not Friends: The people making all the noise
Current Mood: Drunk
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Drunk. Zandra Tal'verda liked being drunk. Prefered it, in fact, to being sober. She always felt like she hurt way less when she was drunk, and her movements felt like water. That was good. When she was breaking faces, it was always good to move like alcoh-water. She'd had her face buried in her arm on the table, snoring lightly.

Zandra had been something of a new addition to this crew, but she was far from new to the world of pirating. Before she married, she'd been a captain for a good few years. They'd even started making a name for themselves. Then Zandra got knocked up and settled down with her Mandalorian husband.... Well, at least for a while. He'd known full well she wasn't one to sit around and enjoy the scenery. She needed adventure, craved it, lived on it. And pirating was a very lucrative enterprise, if it was done well. And someone had to be the breadwinner in the family.

Her head jerked up at the sound of... what was that? Fething cannon fire? No, no. Not that. Stupid. She yawned wide and got to her feet, swaying, running a hand through her short Echani-white hair.

"Oi, oi, oi!" she slurred, "Wuzzat goin' on out there, eh? Innuruptin' ma beauty rest."

She pulled out one of the blades she carried on her person, running a finger along the edge to check it. Seriously, she had them everywhere. Strapped to her leg, inside the oversized leather coat she wore, in her boots, and a long vibrosword strapped to her hip next to the single blaster she carried with her. Zandra was a simple gal. Plain and simple, she liked steel, and she hated the sound of a blaster. It worked for her.
She frowned and slipped that blade back inside her black boot. Not sharp enough. Damn. She hadn't taken the moment to sharpen it after last time. Oh well. Her vibrosword was in good shape at least. She pulled it out, catching her reflection in the smooth surface.

Zandra was not the most attractive woman on the ship. Nah. The Mandalorian took that one. She wasn't ugly either, even with all her scars. That was just what happened when you dressed like a street walker and ran headfirst into a fight. You got hurt. Cal never seemed to mind, and she didn't either. Well, at least she was wearing pants with her signature jacket today. Sure, they were leather, but it was better than wearing tiny shorts and thigh highs. Unfortunately, she was also wearing what was the equivalent of a crop top, which was probably not going to protect her much from, well, anything.

With another yawn, she shook out her messy white hair and followed the rest or the crew. Oh good. She as just drunk enough to enjoy this again.

 

[Tiktok The Cook]

[member="Ombo"] [member="Serg Leone"] [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] [member="Khrad"] [member="Werdla Dardalab"]

Location: Aboard the station
Exact Local: The Mess Hall, heading for the Dreas revenge
Friends: I would like to say his crew but...
Enemies: Who knows
Objectives: Feed the crew yum yums, Bite someone

" no eat bad nums, bad" he said as he pointed at the station food, there wasn't a single thing still moving and no skunk beetles so it couldn't be healthy. The cranky, repugnant and smelling Ewok grunted as he darted between the crew members shaking powdered Stank Worms on their food for flavor and nutrition. " Num nums" he said with a toothy little grin at the crew. He had worked hard on cooking on the ship and no one ever complained about his eatings. Of course the last person who did got beat with a ladle, pee'd on and left for dead in the mess hall but that wasn't his fault.

" Tiktok hear booms" he grunted as the explosions and blaster fire echoed out. The mangy little mongrel ran behind Fishman Ombo, his ladle and skillet in his hand as he looked around " Ship, num nums not safe" he had just gotten a new shipment of Gammorean rot maggots in and he didn't want anyone to steal those nummies. They squirmed all the way down to the belly and you could feel them for hours, very nummy and healty.

"Bite, bite anyone goes after num nums. Back ship, Tiktok make nummies everyone!" he said with glee before going back to a scowl " Station food no yummy, no good.... Bleh" he grunted before going back to a smile at the thought of cooking another great meal. Maybe nightmare squids again, they goods eatz living. Only fight a little when you try to swallow them!

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Jaster was on the bridge of his cruiser when the comm officer called him over to speak with one of the platoons. He walked over to the concle and pluged in his helmets communications wire. "Son, this is Admiral Awaud, speak, over."

"Sir, this is 3rd platoon, squad 12, we are receiving difficult resistance near the mess hall, all advancing have halted to a stand still, we need more men if you wish to proceed, over."

Jaster thought for a minute, the mess hall was the direct line to the bridge. He had no need for the bridge station, so wasting men would be very fatal to the greater whole. "Ok, hold defensive position and keep them from the hanger, support will be squads 3, 4, 6, and 10, others will not arive till engineering has been taken, over."

"Roger that command, 12th squad out."

This could be a long fight, one he may have rushed.

 

[Tyranus]

( So hard to join threads in progress with so many people so I'll try my best )
Location: 275 km away from Kathlan Station
Objective: Salvage anything from Kathlan Station
A Victory-class star destroyer exited Hyperspace with another Victory-class Star destroyer on it's right side. The ship continued towards the station their outer shields taking the damage from the Station's defenses. Tyranus walked across the bridge and looked through the glass towards the station

Admiral, get those turrets online NOW, we need to salvage as much as we can with as few casualties as possible. Also, direct all shield power towards the front and sides of the ship.

Tyranus continued to stand their watching the defenses and he tried to find a pattern within the way he fired. Unsatisfied, he continued to watch out through the glass. Suddenly he stepped back and a artillery shell zoomed into the side of the bridge blowing it up. Tyranus gripped the side of a ledge and flipped his visor over his eyes. He reached his right arm down and tried to touch the blast doors button, his hand just out of reach. He extended even further and pressed the button. The zooming vacuum of space suddenly stopped as blast doors closed around the opening in the bridge. He stood up slowly, his balance getting righting itself to the artificial gravity of the ship again. Once up he began to speak, slight anger in his voice.

I said direct the shields to the front of the ships and the sides.......so DO IT!

 

[Ombo]

[member="Tiktok The Cook"] , [member="Serg Leone"] , [member="Balkar Din"] , [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] , [member="Khrad"] [member="Werdla Dardalab"]


Ombo darted ahead of his captain now that the combat had started. He picked up speed, running up the sides of the walls and up to the ceiling before descending down the other wall, the whole time dodging blaster bolts. He came across the first group of soldiers and jumped in their midst, sweeping around with his trident and knocking most off their feet. He spun his trident around before stabbing two soldiers in the back, one with the forked end and one with the pointed end. Another soldier rose to his feet before promptly being skewered against the wall, his body writhing like one of Tiktok'Tiktok's "fresh" meals. The other soldier tried to flee, but Ombo threw his trident forward, impaling the man in the back. In the distance, he could see more soldiers grouping towards the hangar, trying desperately to keep the determined pirates off of their ship. Knowing Serg, it would take an army to fend them off. And even that army wouldn't suffice if Tiktok joined the fray.

 

[Tyranus]

Quickly.....open the hatch and send the dropships

Tyranus yelled at the Admiral as he walked down the hall towards the hanger. Once inside a dropship, the bottom of both of the star destroyers operand up revealing roughly a total of twenty dropships in each ship. The dropships exited the ship's hangers and went towards the station's hanger, a few were getting shot down as they neared the hanger. The dropships entered the hanger where most of the fighting was taking place and they stayed off of the ground their mounted guns fired at some of the pirates and other hostiles in the hanger. Tyranus jumped out of a dropship along with a few mercenaries.

Alright men, secure the hanger at all costs and then salvage the ship.

The troopers took positions behind crates and they began to fire at the hostiles. Tyranus grabbed his E-11 rifle and pointed it at some a pirate and he fired. The blast whizzed through the air and pierced through the pirate's thick skull. Tyranus then drew his combat knife and threw it at a pirate running towards him and the knife struck him in the chest. Tyranus walks over to the pirate and fired his rifle into the pirate's forehead. He took the knife out and cleaned it then he put it back into the knife holster. The Victory-class star destroyers began to shoot at the station's defenses trying to get in a few more dropships, but each dropship was shot down.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ark Tallen"] @Jaster of clan Awaud [member="Wanderer EXO"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Tyranus Collik"]

Objective 1: Secure the command center at the center of the station to disable automated defenses and control incoming ships.

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BOOM!

The doors damaged mechanisms were ripped straight from their hinges from the blast. Shards of durasteel flew in all directions, some catching Vassara and Silas but most going inwards, skewering unwary pirates within. When the smoke cleared Vassara and Silas stepped through rapidly, both raising their shotguns in unison.

The pirate within reacted with swift precision, their scowls and looks of surprise turning to vengeful glares.

"Kill them!" The leader roared.

His word were met with the sound of twin shotguns booming in the small space. Vassara sank two solid shots into the leader, tearing his corpse in half. There were ten pirates in all. Two more went down with a shot from Silas. The remaining bunch dropped back behind the center console.

"Silas cover me!" Vassara roared.

She charged the console, firing rapidly as she went. smoking shell casings clinked across the floor as the mad spacer closed the distance in seconds. Silas fired into the console, killing another with a clear shot through. By then Vassara was over the panel, vaulting it one swift leap and coming down into the center of the crew.

Deft hands cast her shotgun aside, drawing her Czerka Machine pistol and Phrik fighting knife. The slide of the pistol rocked back and forth, the fussilade of rounds spraying in a semi circle before her, splashing crimson ichor as they ripped into the flesh of the enemy.

"AAAH!"

The last scream was cut short with a thrust to the throat, severing his wind pipe.

"Room clear, Silas take the gunnery controls. Re route fire to pirate vessels only! Ark with me, let's see if we can get in contact with the others."

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Objective One Complete​

All the Stations Deckcannons are now under allied forces control!​

 

[Ryan]

Location: Aboard the station
Exact Local: Corridor outside Mess Hall
Friends: [member="[COLOR=rgb(139,69,19)]Valkresh[/COLOR]"] [member="Khrad"] [member="Tiktok The Cook"] [member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Ombo"] & Pirates
not friends: All the intruders

The intruding force had halted the Drea's crew from forward progression towards the hangar and their beloved ship. A barricade of soldiers stood between them, an obstacle that Captain Serg Leone was gonna have none of. Cuddled against the wall using a support beam for cover as bolts of lasers zipped past the Corellian Morellian. When Serg instinctively went for cover as would any same person that valued life the barvy fish had decided to take the initiative and lunge himself at the enemy like a panther with gills, pouncing from the walls and the roof and then into the midst their formation.

Thing about pirates, they were not a trained regimented unit and doctrines in discipline. When it came down to fighting, they did their own thing the best they could. Like a master piece of uncoordinated monkeys they would attack. Sometimes the conglomeration of untamed rage and unsighted strategy can take an enemy by surprise and since Ombo went on the offensive there was no reason not to match his momentum.

"GET'EM LADS" The pirate captain commanded as he darted around the corner both blasters blazing into the blockade of soldiers that were currently occupied with the fish amongst their ranks who had the art of making shish kabob better then the ewok. The Duel wielding Buccaneer was successful in ventilating a few soldiers but it did not come with out a price. With exposing himself from cover in a bravado act of warriorism he had collect a bolt to his unarmored lower left abdomen.

 

[Veino Garn]

Blasterfire and explosions echoed throughout the station. So the others were well-engaged then. Heavily, by the sound of it. Time for him to be well on his way of his own objective. Find the codes. It was entirely possible he could access the codes from any computer terminal, with enough effort and work.

But that would take time and leave him vulnerable to whomever might see him. Time to find a private terminal and get access that way. He took a sharp right turn down a hallway, towards a quieter portion of the station, assuming that was the residential area. A door slid open and two spacers looked out, blasters drawn. They glared at him.

Veino jerked his thumb behind him. "Crazy stuff happening out there. Know a place I hang low until it's over?" They gestured down the hallway and he hurried off, neck itching, half-expecting to get shot in the back.

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Location: Aboard the station
Exact Local: Steadily approaching Hangar down corridor from Mess Hall
Friends: Crew of the Drea's Revenge, Pirates, Mandos? who are not shooting at Herd
Not friends: All the intruders who aren't Mandos or are shooting at Herd

"Cap'n!"

The Mando saw [member="Serg Leone"] take the blaster bolt, but since it wasn't enough to kill him outright, decided he'd just have to live till they got to the Drea's Revenge. It did however mean 'La was approaching that dangerous state that was very nearly a bloodrage. The crew of the Drea had come to be her surrogate family and herd, and if there was one thing any Korun knew, it was that you had to protect the herd.

With a roar, the fancy pistols which had let the light into an attacker or two were holstered and the riot gun was brought to bear. Teach them to throw waves of attackers at her. Go ahead, clump together, see what happens. Holding it in two hands at about waist height, the Mando yelled one simple direction before opening fire.

"[member="Ombo"]! Up!"

Creepy as he was, his weird sticky fish-feet were useful. Hopefully he got the instruction and went up the wall. Inaccurate as the riot gun was, she couldn't guarantee his safety otherwise, but if he went up the walls, and she aimed at waist height, he ought to be fine. Plus these bastard who injured her Cap'n could enjoy a slow death from a gut shot, or the even worse death of being on the ground when [member="Tiktok The Cook"] got there.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. The Riot Gun went off with a terrifyingly steady sound, the Mando advancing with each shot, trusting her crewmates to pick off anyone she missed or any smart ass on the floor who thought he could get out one last shot before dying. [member="Khrad"] was probably trying to up his high score or something, so he could be trusted to make good on the murdering front. Not that she went untouched, but with her armour so far the worst she was going to suffer was some bruising and maybe light burns.

[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]'s squads were not faring so well, and [member="Tyranus Collik"] was about to get a nasty surprise if they kept trying to keep these particular pirates from their ship. This was one Mando who was not having any of this.

 

[Valkresh]

One lesson every life form learns at one point or another? It's quite simple, really. Don't piss off the wookiee. Especially one who happens to be a light sleeper. As the skirmish raged on, everyone aboard the ship would hear an ear-splitting roar of annoyance, followed by a faint thumping sound. It seemed to come from everywhere.

THUMP.

THUMP.​

THUMP.​

BOOM!​

Breaking the door off its hinges, a massive walking carpet of death barreled in, roaring a strangled war cry. Several thoughts went through Valkresh's head. What was that racket? Who was attacking his crew? What the hell did Tiktok cook? He pawed at his nose a few times to get the intrusive smell out of his nose, then looked around. Behind him, his crew had set up shop, and had previously been firing at the intruders. A room full of opposing soldiers stared blankly at his front, seemingly frozen in shock. With another massive roar, the beast lumbered forward, smacking the first unlucky man to get in his way. Picking him up by his feet, he used his body as a bludgeon and began whacking the soldier's comrades with his own body. Never wake up a wookiee.

[member="Ombo"] [member="Tiktok The Cook"] [member="Serg Leone"] [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] [member="Khrad"] Werdla Dardalab

 

[Detorin]

Objective: Receive Orders
Allies: [member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Ark Tallen"]
Enemies: Pirates

Detorin's Callan-class Starfighter dropped out of hyperspace within view of the station, giving him a full view of it. To avoid being fired upon he quickly activated his comms, hailing [member="Vassara Raxis"]. "You need some help?" He asked, slowing down as he awaited the woman's reply. "Just tell me where you need me and what you need me to do." His eyes scanned for entrances to the station, making mental notes of their locations to later decide which would be best to use. It all depended on where the woman needed him to be...

 

[Ombo]

Ombo started as [member="Werdla Dardalab"] opened fire with the riot gun. The blasts whizzed by him as he strode up the wall, pushing off of the ceiling and landing behind the group, skewering two with one thrust. He shoved them off of the trident before snapping another soldier's neck and using him as a shield in case one of the Mando's bolts went wide. Suddenly. he heard a large thumping from behind the door. He scrambled back just in time. The enraged wookiee burst forth, a furry ball of death and destruction. The warrior plucked up a soldier and used him as a weapon against the others. Ombo simply leaned against the wall and crossed his arms as the din of the dying filled the air. Never wake up a wookiee. Especially [member="Valkresh"] . He glanced at [member="Serg Leone"] , trying to make sure the captain was recovering.

He saw an opportunity to run past the wookiee and took it, leaving the remainder of the soldiers to die at the wookiee's hands, or worse, Tiktok's. He suspected that occasionally they had been served meals made of their former enemies, but he never bothered to ask. Ahead, he could see the hangar. And the platoons of soldiers guarding it. That might pose a problem. He could hear the screams fading behind him as the rest of the crew finished off the soldiers. Not waiting for them to catch up, he launched at the soldiers. His fishy face twisted into a sadistic grim as he recognized the symbol on their uniforms. They might not have been the original Imperials, but they were still an empire. He unhooked a smoke bomb from his belt and threw it at the soldiers. The smoke enveloped them as he unsheathed his fira. When there was a lot of killing to be done, better to use two weapons than one.

He rolled into the group, ducking the blaster fire as he popped up in their midst, still hidden by the smoke. He pumped his arms furiously as he spun his fira in circles around him, slicing through armor and bone, relishing in the screams of the dying. A stream of blood squirted over his face as he struck the jugular of a nearby soldier. He licked it off, relishing the taste as the slaughter continued. He danced elegantly around the soldiers, never staying in one place for more than half a second, always a second ahead of the blaster fire. In fact, half the time the soldiers were shooting themselves. Knowing that the smoke would clear soon, Ombo darted back around the corner, waiting for the rest of the crew to arrive.

 

[Khrad]

Location: Hallway leading to hanger
Allies: Dhrea's Crew and Pirates
Enemies: Intruders
Objective: Kill whatever I karkin' feel like

The Trandoshan loved this. He fired his blaster rifle as much as he could, letting loose a flurry of death and chaos. It was delicious, hearing the yells and shouts of injured soldiers. The lizard left his Slavemaster Carbine alone. He was taking no prisoners today. Soldiers were too feisty for most buyers.

He watched as 'La charged into the crowd of soldiers, blasting them with her Riot Gun. It was surprisingly effective. Maybe Khrad would have to buy himself a ACP Gun from his homeworld, or a Trandoshan weapon runner. Or take it off of a corpse. The Mandalorian woman was like a mini tank, taking all sorts of fire and leaving unscathed. The fish-man was on the ceiling, and the Cap'n was injured. The lizard moved to cover the Captain, shielding him from more blaster bolts with his own thick hide. Glancing hits wouldn't hurt him much, and more serious wounds would regenerate, given time.

A couple soldiers from the attacking force that were hit by 'La's charge were still alive. Khrad ended them with a hiss of glee and a blaster bolt to the head.

Then the Wookie barged in. He should've slit the thing's throat in its sleep and kept the hide. Maybe Titok would make a nice big bloody Wookie steak.

 

[Tyranus]

[member="Vassara Raxis"]
The Star destroyers stop firing upon the defenses once they are under control and a comma is sent to Vassara.

Sorry, but I had to keep my ships up my shields weren't going to hold out since these ships need updates for their shield generators.

[member="Werdla Dardalab"]
Tyrannus turned and saw the Mando. He directed a few of his mercenaries to fire upon the Mando. He pulled his hood off of hid head and threw it back upon his shoulder revealing his blood stained combat helmet. He continues to fire upon the hostile pirates but he hooks his force sense upon the approaching Mando to try and figure out when she would attack him. He kept his force sense upon her even as he continued to fire. Tyrannus tries to fire again but his rifle jams, he tries to un-jam it but it is unsuccessful.

Guess that's what you get for using a older model rifle and for not updating some of the parts

He muttered under his breath as a blaster shot whizzed past him, narrowing missing his helmet and it strikes into a ammo crate, luckily not blowing it up. Tyrannus puts his rifle back to the strap on his back and he grabs a explosive barrel and he rolls it towards a group of pirates, he grabs a pistol from his side and aims it towards the barrel and it blows up, killing most of the pirates but others were thrown to the side with burn marks.

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

"Cover!"

The Mando called out as the explosives barrel rolled towards the group, then immediately dropped into a kneeling position, reinforcing her armour and bracing herself. Most of the pirates around and ahead of her where just general station pirates, not part of her crew, not herd, and not her problem.

Still, between the concentrated fire and the explosion, La was not in the best shape of her life. They had better be getting double pay for this. [member="Serg Leone"] was definitely going to owe her one. She was pretty sure she had a broken rib, and there might be a slight concussion going on, but if you thought that was going to stop or even significantly slow her down, you were bloody mental. If anything, it made her angrier and more determined.

Depending on how good [member="Tyranus Collik"] was with the Force, he wouldn't find out exactly when La was going to act, because she didn't plan, she worked off of instincts, but he would learn that she did not give a rodians backside about the station or any of the loot on it, and was only fighting to get her crewmates to safety. She didn't know who he or his men were, wasn't being paid to kill him, and quite frankly just wanted to get out of there with the crew intact.

La was peeved now, she switched the comm within her helmet to not only be audible, but also broadcast on open channels. Let these damned intruders and their buddies know who and what they were pickign a fight with.

"Try and blow me up aruetii hut'uun!"

She roared.

"You're fighting a Manda'yaim ad now chakaar!"

She rose to her feet, some of the decorative trim on her armour smoldering as she brought the riot gun to bear and switched it to autofire. Like a very, very well armed avenging angel, she opened up on the man, not caring if he dodged. He wanted to roll explosives at her while standing in front of a bunch of them? Well, fair was fair.

"OYA NER VOD!"

La was a fairly lax Mandalorian. She showed up when she heard the call, which she often didn't being out in the shebs of the galaxy, she rarely spoke the language around those who couldn't understand it, but oh it came out when she was properly enraged. Nothing like a bloodbath to make a girl feel patriotic.

 

[Tyranus]

[member="Werdla Dardalab"]
Tyranus was surprised at her reaction and at how she was using her instincts. He sensed the force of the shot but he instead focused on getting him men out.

GET out of the way yo....

Tyranus managed as he finally took notice in the shot as it blew up the barrels. The dropship overhead went flying out of control and crashed into some more explosive barrels causing a bigger explosion and a bath of fires. He was thrown to the ground from the explosion and his armor was scorched. He stood up and wiped away melted metal from his mechanical arm and he tossed off his burnt cloak and it fell onto the ground near a fire and soon caught fire. Tyranus looked around, his ears ringing and he saw the mercenaries he was with were dead. He felt a sharp jabbing pain in his chest and supposed one of his ribs was broken and the back of his right leg felt like it was on fire so he assumed it got burned. He continued to look at the Mando as he drew his orange lightsaber from his belt and he clicked the button on it, extending out a orange blade in his left hand. with his right hand he wiped away some broken armor and he took off his helmet and put it onto a mercenary that survived.

Listen soldier, if you survive you will get promoted oh....and also protect my helmet.

Tyranus told the mercenary calmly as he pulled a sharp piece of shrapnel from the right of his spine. He threw it to the ground coated in blood and he then turned towards the Mando. His short military black hair glistening from the fire's blaze, he kept his lightsaber at his side as he got ready.

 

[Tiktok The Cook]

[member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Khrad"] [member="Ombo"] [member="Ombo"] [member="Serg Leone"]

Foam running from the corners of his mouth, a snarl on his face and his bow in his hands. These bads had disrupted their return to proper nutrition and his num nums. They must be punished, they must be destroyed he drew back on his bow string and started to let arrows fly finding their marks in the soldiers. While insane, unpredictable and often very dangerous to everyone around him when he had his bow he was another being all together. His arrows were precise and dedicated and his aim wa unerring, he normally hit what he aimed for and what he aimed for was in serious pain..... But...

Tiktok didn't bring many arrows, the mangy rabid rodent dropped his now and pulled his frying pan and ladle. He grolled as he jumped at the first thing he saw and unfortunately the first thing he saw was [member="Serg Leone"] leg and Tiktok was looking to take a chunk out of it. After his attempted mauling he growled " You stop num nums! Crew not get nutrition! Nasty Station eats" and he charged at the closest group of people that didn't look like they were his crew.