Objective: Kill a Worm
Allies:
Talohn Atar
Zlova Rue
Vulcan Krayt
Kranak Vizsla
Sasha Kryze
Thonn Rokkal
Nei
Anashja Tal
Enemies: Worm of Immense Proportions
Equipment:
Beskar Armor,
Rifle (
Mortar Attachment),
Side-arm
Things had escalated swiftly and Leea found herself somewhat behind in the action. She had broken off of her charge when the light show started and the various Force powers began to show. The spears flying, explosions, Force manifestations, not to mention the various other arms-fire, created a maelstrom at whose centre lay the unfortunate beast. Yet, despite a level of firepower that would have decimated a legion of men, armoured vehicles, and perhaps even small starships, the worm seemed to have worked itself into a frightful frenzy of destruction. Rather than recoiling at the no doubt excruciating tortures exacted upon it, the creature seemed intent on striking back with a beastly fury.
The green-skinned humanoid had swiftly realized her rifle did little more than tinkle harmlessly against the worms thick carapace plating. If it had felt any of the bullets strike its protective shell, the creature showed no sign of this awareness. So, she took to the best tactic she could think of. Weaving through the air, she gauged the beast's eratic movements, searching for an opening, both figuratively and literally. The creature's maw, the target for her little package of electric death, remained an elusive point. Firing the occasional shot, hoping to score some injury in the worm's softer sections, if indeed it had any, Leea found herself momentarily at a loss as to how to proceed.
Events continued to escalate, the creature belched forth liquid fire in acidic form. Surmising that, given the creatures preferred diet, beskar suits would provide token protection at best from this particular defense mechanism, Leea remained at a distance. Spotting a momentary gap in the tide of lethal fluids, the new Mando charged into a dive, feeling the weight of her suit as gravity lent precious speed to her endeavor. The creature, for a moment seemed trapped in time, so she felt. Things moved in slow motion, even stalling at a point, as she felt rather than saw her reckless descent. The numbers on her HUD shone brightly, a warning of her rapid drop and a silent reminder of the lethal realities that could be should she lose control.
A mistake! So focused had Pandac been on the spraying acids, she forgot to see for the mouth. The creatures roar abated, and Leea found herself hurtling towards an all too sudden doom. Pushing her pack, she readjusted her flight path, beginning an intense curve, giving her only a moment to drop her bomb in the creature's mouth should it reappear.
Come on, open your mouth you undersized Exogorth! She cursed the beast, and perhaps it heard her plee, for its mouth did gape. With it came another blast of acid and this time Leea had no time to manoeuvre. Raising her hands in an instictual attempt to protect her helmed face, Leea experienced a momentary turbulent shock. A wave of burning liquid splashed her and immediately the effects made themselves clear. Her jetpack gave out and her armguards sizzled. Tiny droplets found their way through the gaps in her outstretched arm barrier and small holes began to form in her faceplate as the acid nibbled its way through metal. The mirialan gave a muffled cry as she tried to arrest her now uncontrolled decent. Breathing increased as adrenaline pumped through her veins, her body realizing the absolute peril it was in.
Careening through the air like a malformed beskar missile, Leea's mind raced as she tried to find some escape. Flitting too quickly to consider any one plan, a hush came over her spirit. Pandac fought to wipe her helm to see, clearing some of the condensation forming from the temperature differentials. There was the worm, a great beast growing every second, mouth gaping. Calling upon what little training she had, Leea calmed her wilding thoughts and focused on the task. Sliding the bomb upward, or more technically downward as her body was angled face towards the icy ground, she took a moment to check the calculations on the HUD.
Just a little more. Her speed, and that of her projectile increased as they continued their free-fall. As she came nearest to the beast, the pilot threw the bomb from herself and lent away, spreading herself in some last ditch effort to reduce her velocity. The snow and ice grew larger every passing moment.
Mere seconds before impact, the jetpack gave a splutter and blasted for a heartbeat. Leea felt the tug, as if a harness had been yanked hard. Then she continued to fall unabated. A crash, a body bouncing before rolling and coming to a still in a bundle of tangled appendage. Leea would have stopped there, confident something must have been broken from that 'landing'. Yet a growing discomfort in her arm and face reminded her and she forced herself to a semi-sitting position as she fought to release her gloves and helmet. A single dribble of the worm's acid had burnt its way through her helm and spattered her face. Thousands of tiny burns scattered across her right cheak, and a single tear-shaped pit remained beneath her eye. As fortune would have it though, these injures were the extent sustained and Leea allowed herself a moment of reflection as she watched the others continue the battle. The brisk breeze carried cool relief to the burning sensation that slowly ebbed as the acid wilted away, her exposed hands and head allowed previous heat to escape from her body at alarming rates. Nonetheless, the Mirialan pushed aside the immediate concern, confident the armor could keep producing the life-saving warmth she would need until the safety of the ship could be reached. A momentary glance at her armor revealed that it carried only minor damage overall from the exploit, an impact dent across the chest and the meandering lines that signified the passage of acid drops, appearing like rain streaking on a transparisteel plate. Could she continue?
Maybe. Would any contribution be helpful?
Doubtful. Would that stop her?
Never.
I'm going to have on hell of an adrenaline crash when this is over. Standing shakily, Leea readied her rifle and hobbled back towards the fight. Stopping every so often to take a shot at the creature.