[The Kathol Outback]: Dominion of Jelucan Hex

[Middenface McNulty]

Location: Shiva IV
Allies: anyone who wants him
Enemies: who ever opens fire first.

Midden hated shuttles. mostly because they hated him.
the ship crashed in a huge fireball as it crashed in an impact. so Midden eat the remains of the ship.
" Me am are fed up of stupid ships. why you no handle me weight? " he said as his grinders shredded the metal using it to heal himself.
the metals fused the holes and added to Middens mass.
" Hmm looks like Fight. me like to fight. " Midden looked over the dammage. if he could he would grin.
now who to join? hmmm there were more ot the guys shooting.. so he would join the smaller guys.

 

[Myles Vylumnar]

Location: Shiva IV (In the skies...)
Allies: Cody Bantam | Aerin Kath | John Shepherd | Dax Fyre | Tilzi | [member="Leo Vandermolen"] | [member="Middenface McNulty"] (?) |
Enemies: Calian Confederacy
Objective: #2 (Air Support)

"Startin' to get hot! I'd appreciate some backup right about now..."

As he continued his pressing aerial assault, he began to draw attention from most of the Confederacy's AT-STs and other anti-aircraft machines. Myles began to draw increasingly heavy fire, that of which he could not evade for much longer. His attack patterns went from full-on sweeps to evasion and picking off tidbits of their ground forces. Blaster fire came at him from all directions. He swirled, spiraled, rolled, and performed just about every maneuver through the sky in his desperate attempts for survival.

"I could use some support over here! I'm takin' lots of heavy fire!" said a distressed, static voice over the comms.

 

[Middenface McNulty]

Midden looked at the human and then to the At-st's the delicious ATST's..
" Flesh bag you need help? from Me? me help, " Midden asked calmly rolling up to the walkers.

 

[Nate Phantoms]

Location: Ballroom.
Allies: [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Kimiko"]
Enemies: [member="Ajira Cardei"] and FO agents.
Objective: Find out who the hell was under that mask, save friends.

The commotion was deafening, apparently the Commander was dead and there was some saber wielding wacko talking to Bryce, who was otherwise unarmed. Perfect. Stripping off his jacket, he thrust out his hand, focusing on the saber-staff that rested upon the dashboard of his speeder. Of course, the speeder would be nearly a quarter of a mile away, but the well being of his friends were endangered.

Any who were looking could feel the Force swell around the man, a subtle hum being heard right before the twin black sabers shattered a window, spinning into his palm, a reassuring feel as he no longer felt naked. Pushing through the crowds, he would try to pinpoint his TKO allies, but he was too unfocused to do anything other than blunder around.

Moving towards the center of the room, he ignited his saber, the orange blade humming to life. A nagging sensation could be felt, like he was forgetting something... or someone. Shrugging it off, he would clear his throat, flaming eyes boring into the mask of the red saber wielding person. "Well what do we have here?" Not taking his eyes of the character, he tossed his unused saber to his red haired friend, Hoping he would at least catch it.

"Nobody likes a party pooper... I know I don't."

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Shiva IV
Objective: Don't get crushed by fallen giants
Nearby: [member="John Shepherd"], [member="Aerin Kath"], [member="Tilzi"], [member="Cody Bantam"], [member="Leo Vandermolen"], [member="Myles Vylumnar"], [member="Middenface McNulty"]

A flash in the sky signified a ship crashing into the surface of the planet. One of the Outback's Dax imagined. Unfortunately, they were on their own. The Rogue Knight had enough problems of his own right here. More walkers had arrived. And that meant a whole lot more artillery fire.

Dax ran to the nearest foxhole, red streaks of light flying past him as troopers attempted to shoot the Knight. A single bolt hit the man's shoulder, sending him toppling forward. Despite the un expected impact, and sudden blunt pain in his shoulder, Dax rolled, not back to his feet, but enough to not slam face down into the dirt. Sliding forward he continued on a couple more feet into the foxhole he'd been heading towards. Finally he took a sharp breath, pain shooting down his arm. With his left hand, he reached across his body and tenderly touched the place he'd been hit. It was warm, but it wasn't skin he felt. The armorweave had held.

A second burst of filled the air, and a huge crash sounded through the battlefield as a walker fell to the ground. "Phrik yeah!" Dax watched as the starfighter zipped around the battlefield, shooting at the walkers until they gave way and the ground, clouds of dust thrown into the air. But no sooner had the air support arrived before it took a hit. Garbled radio chatter that Dax couldn't make out filled his ear. And then a giant green droid rolled through the clouds of sand...something the likes Dax had never seen or heard of before. He wasn't sure if the thing was on his side or not but he definitely would run if it turned towards him...

 

[Myles Vylumnar]

Location: Shiva IV (In the skies... Surface)
Allies: Cody Bantam | Aerin Kath | John Shepherd | Dax Fyre | Tilzi | Leo Vandermolen | Middenface McNulty |
Enemies: Calian Confederacy
Objective: #2 (Air Support)

Explosions and blaster fire zipping through the air rang in his ears. It wouldn't be long before he was a goner, and his only option other than death was landing. Myles chose the latter.

He'd had enough close calls at this point. It was a huge risk for him to land, but he knew he could pull it off. The landing would be just right. His starfighter tunneled downward rapidly, creating a screeching roar as it broke through wind toward what would seem like certain doom for the young pilot to his comrades below. He plummeted at an angle, directly toward the battlefield. To most, it seemed like he was attempting a suicide bomb that may even hurt his own allies. It was a risky run, but it was his only choice.

*STATIC*

Suddenly, the ground shook and thundered as the starfighter collided into the ground, sending dirt flying across the sky. He had landed so his ship would slide across the ground instead of crashing, though he was inches from a grim death. As the ship skidded across the battlefield, it began to twist so the cockpit would be facing his allies. This had resulted in the deaths of a handful of Confederates, including an AT-ST which had been caught by the legs, sending it toppling over the starfighter.

At once, it finally stopped. The ship had drawn a line through the battlefield, stopping just short of his own allies. This would have certainly been visible to [member="Dax Fyre"] or anyone else on the front lines. For a moment, it seemed like the ship fell silent. Was the pilot dead?

Seconds later, the glass of the cockpit was shattered by that of a rifle's barrel. He was stuck; unable to get out due to the legs of the walker it had toppled over stacked on top of the ship. All that would be visible was a hand, waving for help from anyone who saw it.

"Get me out of this phrikin' thing!" he yelled out. His fighter was severely damaged, but at least it could be repaired. Extensive repairs.

 

[Middenface McNulty]

AT-ST's fired at Middenface's chedt the powerfull cannons punchinf his armor.
" That hurt.. do it again hurr hurr me like that." he chuckled grabbing the walkers leggs and pulling . " Me make a wish." he joked as the 2nd fired at his box head. one shot hit his eat like antenna.
the Abominar's eyes narrowed ans changed to red.
" Me not happy me mad now. stupid fleshbags. YOU MAKE ME MAD. " he yelled pickigh up yje first AT-ST and beating the second AT-ST with the first.
" WHO ELSE WANTS SOME? ME GOT PLENTY TO SHARE OUT." the Abominar yelled to the pilot who was crawling out.
" Stupid flesh bag. me should pull you apart. me think you better run. don't you agree?" he giggled lowering his head to the human's level.
it was then Midden heard a voice.
" You wan of them idiots? or you on of the Underdogs? " Miden asked as he bagan to ear the Walker ontop of [member="Myles Vylumnar"] and his ship.
" Get you out soon as me eat this thing." he informed the trapped pilot.



[member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Ballroom
Allies: TKO
Enemies: Those who oppose me
Objective: #3 - Duel outside the party
Post: 1

So another dance or ball. It seemed his friends in the Outback were making a habit of crashing these. Unlike last time though, he would not be providing distractions with sick dance moves. This time he sat in a corner sipping a caff, and engaging several young officers talking about Corellia. His status there helped a bit. He had arrived late, and some of the party was abuzz with sordid rumors, but still, his charm was to prove enough yet. Several young men and women sat debating politics and tactics with him. There was even a formality to his dress, with his metallic blood-stripes and blaster strapped to his side with a nicely pressed tunic. A lightsaber hung off his belt as well, which drew some eyes. But not many. Most, when given his name, seemed to relax about that fact.

At current he was busy debating a First Order Admiral about the finer points of free determination of a people, and with it personal liberty, versus security and order. Said debate had begun to become heated, but he was trying to keep his cool. Smiling, he un-crossed his legs and took a long sip of the caff at his front. Idly he listened to the young man ranting about strength in unity of purpose. Once, he had served the Fel Imperium as a Knight, so Julius had once espoused those very same views. And he knew what they wound up at. Tyranny. Dictatorships. Destroying those opposed rather than risking a narrative you needed to convince people that your cause was worthy in the first place.

"So you see, really Corellians and your League are little more than upjumped terrorists and usurpers. You haven't really truly been free in centuries, so it's not like you had a legitimate claim to self determ..."

There was a resounding slap as Julius had removed his glove and stingingly hit the little man in the face with a leather duel officers glove.

"Enough boy. Outside, unless all your Order trained you to do was blow air."

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Shiva IV
Objective: Don't get crushed by fallen giants
Nearby: @John Shepherd, @Aerin Kath, @Tilzi, @Cody Bantam, @Leo Vandermolen, @Myles Vylumnar, @Middenface McNulty

A huge crash wracked Dax's ears, dust and dirt hitting him, covering the man in a brown sheet. Peering up over the edge of the foxhole, Dax could see what had cause the crash. Their fire support just made a emergency landing. The pilot had even been able to take a few walkers down with them, a gutsy move. A hand shot out from the shattered cockpit, waving frantically back and forth. The tangled mass of walker legs and starfighter wouldn't allow the man to exit the ship. Several more crashed filled the air as the giant green droid quite literally tossed around the walkers which it encountered. 'Alright then...team' Dax thought to himself. The droid began to lift the walkers legs from the starfighter and Dax leapt out of the foxhole, towards the ship. Hopping onto it with a thud an unlit saber in his right hand, he aimed it at the metal cage of the cockpit. "Watch your head." the saber ignited, piercing through the durasteel. Slowly, with one hand Dax cut away the metal which caged the pilot, the other using the Force to keep it all from collapsing and crushing the man. Finally the metal began to levitate. Seeking out a walker Dax tossed the metal towards the metal head of the walker. The screeching clang of metal on metal could be heard as Dax reached down and offered a hand to the pilot, "Let's go!"

 

[Middenface McNulty]

Midden turned to the humans. " You extricate him? good let me eat and me will give you a ride. me need to rebuild mass. those nonsentient droids will suffice. " the droid stopped.. " ahh Me eat theze t'ings." Midden made to hide his intellect. no need to intimidate the organics.
his threshers shredded the durasteel an the smelters slagged it in seconds. son the holes were repaired.
" URRRPPP. " he mimicked the human intestinal action.
"Me name is... hmmm nothing me thing you can articulate. it is spoken in a static sound. mnn .." he offered a smaller grasping clawed hand in an offer to shake.
" That being said a few people on a small planet once named me Middenface McNulty. me liked it call me that. may me ask your names? " he said trying to hide his intelect again as his thresher jaws still shredding the metal in a horific screeching way.
[member="Dax Fyre"][member="Julius Sedaire"][member="Myles Vylumnar"][member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Ceres.
Objective: Attempt to do respectable business.
Allies: [member="Almudena Dresden"]
|1|

Once again it was up to Vnut of Garnib to save the proverbial day.

Ceres was a gorram mess after since the Omega Protectorate retreated back and folded into itself as the Omega Pyre. There were always tensions, of course. It could not be any other way when you had a society based off... well, basically tribes, and one of them had tried to conquer the others historically.

They were beaten back back then of course. But instead of being completely wiped out or subjugated, they had been allowed to regroup into isolation.

Whispers of them rebuilding themselves in isolation ran rampant. Yet, the other Combines did not act- perhaps they were afraid or weakened after the long fighting.

Regardless.

Today, Vnut had come as a representative of Fa Holdings to discuss business dealings. With him was one Almudena Dresden -- why humanoids wished to employ such long names was beyond him. She was one of Lord Fa's associates, apprentices? He wasn't too sure, but Tai had asked him to take her with him.

To have her learn a thing or two about diplomacy and the strength behind it.

Little did any of them suspect that the Stalik Combine would pick specifically this day to restart their overt aggression against the other combines.

"Dresden. What can you do?" Vnut needed to know if she was going to be a liability or a benefit in the battle to come. They were inside one of the governmental buildings of Copenfa, the city which housed the spaceport of the planet. The governmental agents were hiding away in their office... and apparently it was up to them to defend them.

I karking hate being the good guy.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

Location: Ceres Planetary Department of Infrastructure and Development Building, Copenfa Branch
Allied: [member="Tai Fa"] | [member="Almudena Dresden"]
Hostile: No Hostiles Detected

Equipment: Icon-Class Personal Energy Shield

"Hello?"

A sad, mechanical voice called out, echoing through the halls of the abandoned government building alongside the loud clanking of his durasteel feet. Similar to Vnut, the Superintendent had been sent here for the purposes of dealing with the planetary government. Although his "dealing" was to spy on any number of government officials until he found out which ones were having an affair. That way they could be blackmailed into compliance with the Syndicate's agenda. Despite being a large, ungainly droid, no one around the building paid him much attention. He was assumed to be about as self-aware as a common household appliance. Like a toaster or refrigerator- just standing around, handling the one task it was supposed to handle when it came to him.

In this case, it was removing miscreants from the building.

Superintendent had been "donated" to this branch of the government as a security droid. They were happy to have him, ever since that hostage crisis a few months back that certainly was not staged by goons paid by the Syndicate, who the Syndicate then certainly did not arrange to have killed to keep them quiet. Sometimes people in the Syndicate also assumed that Superintendent was not picking up on these happy coincidences. Considering the experimental programming he had been saddled with, they ought to have been. In his time patrolling the halls, he Superintendent had uncovered no less than three extra marital affairs, one money laundering operation, and one instance of blackmail being employed by a minute Combine far out in the countryside.

These were busy government officials here, you know.

But now they weren't. Because they were all gone or hiding, leaving Superintendent alone in the building. "Did everyone leave?"

The Superintendent rounded a corner, coming face to face with a very large Balinaka and a comparatively small woman. He did not recognize them as employees.

"Oh. Hello." He said. His photoreceptors passed between them for a moment, then settled on the larger Balinaka. The large ones were always in charge, he found. "Are you looking for someone?"

He was, of course, obliged to point them to the right office if they were. Not that it mattered, it was probably empty.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Ballroom
Allies: TKO
Enemies: Those who oppose me
Objective: #3 - Duel outside the party
Post: 2

The officer sat stunned as Julius slid from his chair and threw a long blue coat over his arm and strode out. The leather glove sat on the table in front of him, nicely stitched of soft bantha hide. Apparently, he was taken aback. Some noise was made about disrespect and outrage, and Julius merely smiled as he spun on his heel to face the other, still walking backward. It was un-needfully showy, but his Force senses let him weave through the crowd walking backward for a few steps as he crooked a finger at the agape Admiral and motioned him his way before spinning on his heel like an about-face at a parade march. Crisp, clean, and perfectly executed in fluidity and grace.

Outside he realized something and muttered. A few of the younger ones he had swayed to the cause of the Outback and the underground movement were gathered about him to watch. Looking at one, he gestured to the silvered dress sword at his hip.

"I'm guessing that I am going to need to borrow a sword... A lightsaber might be unfair by more than a bit, yeah?"

 

[Rosalina]

Location: Ceres.
Objective: Aid in said business
Allies: [member="Tai Fa"], [member="Byzus Lanko"]
Post #13

Almudena Dresden was no diplomat. She was neither as elegant nor as clever as Tai Fa—traits her narrow perception of the Sith told her were odd—but she held a quiet respect for him. Most things about Alm were quiet, given that she was your typical silent warrior. Though the Valkyri had a lean strength and a perpetual scowl, her nativity occasionally betrayed her. To the average onlooker, she appeared far more confident and in control than she really was. At her core, she was a sheltered teenager.

Alm blinked once, craning her neck slightly to settle Vnut into her sights. What can she do? What was she supposed to do? She wrinkled her nose in distaste, not for her companion or his question, but for the unpleasant thoughts it incited in her mind. “I fight.” She answered, perhaps dumbly, only vaguely aware that the entire response could have been considered disrespectful.

At the appearance of the droid, she looked a bit taken back only for a moment. More questions sizzled into her mind. Interaction was not Alm’s specialty, and it was something she did not intend to fix. Which begged the question, why was she even here? Were they going to war? Should she have brought heavier armor? A thousand questions whirled in her mind, betrayed by her own stony queen face.

A liability, most likely.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Ceres.
Objective: Attempt to do respectable business.
Allies: [member="Almudena Dresden"] | [member="Byzus Lanko"]
|2|

Fight, she said.

A glance of scrutiny did show she was bigger and tougher compared to most other female humanoids he had met over the years. Yet, he could not help but notice the expression of sheer blankness on her face, which made him worried, if only slightly. Lord Fa had specifically instructed him to show her courtesy and respect, but she seemed... dense.

Which wasn't the usual associate the Thirriken surrounded himself with, so why her-

A droid walked up to him and the sheer melancholy dripping from his voice made Vnut almost want to take him in his big burly arms and just... tell him that everything would be alright.

At least that was what he would want to do, if he wasn’t a self-respecting big burly bear.

"No, thank you." Vnut responded politely. "You may want to stay out of sight, droid, the Stalik Combine is in the progress of attacking the city."

That done he refocused himself on the acolyte with him.

"Lord Fa would not be pleased if something permanent happened to you, Dresden." The ursine thought about that for a moment, before sighing. "But neither would he like it if you stayed out of the action. We are going to assess the situation outside and then come up with a viable plan."

He looked at her and wondered if she got it.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

Location: Ceres Planetary Department of Infrastructure and Development Building, Copenfa Branch
Allied: [member="Tai Fa"] | [member="Almudena Dresden"]
Hostile: No Hostiles Detected

Equipment: Icon-Class Personal Energy Shield

The Stalk Combine were attacking the city? Typical. These government buildings were constructed with such attention to sound dampening that he hadn't even heard. Otherwise he would have locked himself into one of those offices as well. But now he was here, with these two visitors, and judging by their heightened state of alert they seemed to be anticipating that the fighting would reach this facility shortly. If he cross referenced their heart rates with the amount of time it would take for a Stalk Combine Assault Force to penetrate this deep into the city, he might have been able to calculate when the fighting would start. Since he did not know exactly when the fighting began to base this calculation on, he would have to use around the same time as all the government employees started running to their offices and locking themselves in.

Honestly, you'd think someone would have thought to, you know, mention it. To the security droid.

Organics were so finicky.

Superintendent's photoreceptors dimmed slightly as he retreated into the recesses of his processors in order to run his hypothetical calculations. He did not hear anything Vnut mentioned after he refocused his attention on the acolyte, otherwise the Superintendent might have heard Lord Fa being name dropped and realized he was closer to these two complete strangers than he realized. Not that his realization would have changed anything. While Vnut was still looking expectantly at Almudena for a reply, Superintendent's photoreceptors flicked back on to full power.

"I calculate the Stalk Combine will be here in three minutes and twenty-six seconds, assuming my estimations on the variables of this attack are correct."

A nearby explosion rocked the building.

"Perhaps sooner." Superintendent clarified.

He was now wondering if Maleagant expected him to stay here for the duration of the attack or if he was just allowed to go home. This scam was clearly a bust if those government officials they were going to blackmail got killed, but perhaps the Superintendent was here because he wasn't supposed to be at risk. There was no time to ask, but he was still obligated to help these people.

"I can locate an empty office for the two of you to hide in, if you wish."

Helpful.

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Ballroom
Allies: TKO
Enemies: Qektoth and FO agents
Objective: Not have a baby
Post: #14

Another wave of pain constricted her bloated belly and Joza groaned, sliding down the wall as carefully as she could. Sitting was awkward and didn’t help that much, but at least she was off of her feet in the event that a contraction caused her to fall. Could they do that? She didn’t know how bad they could get, but hadn’t heard great things about childbirth. Already panic had spread through her chest and had quickened her breathing. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. Not now. It was her fault though, for exposing herself to this sort of stress, only a few weeks out from her due date. Joza liked the idea of still being able to live as she did before pregnancy, within reason. The realization that it was all about to change struck her, adding another layer of adrenaline fueled anxiety on top of the first.

Tapping the comm in her ear with a shaky hand, Joza exhaled a shuddering breath. “I..Ivan? Where are you. I think I’m…the baby. I think the baby is. Uh, I’m having it. The baby.” Fumbling through her words, she gave the most nerve-wracking and unnecessarily long explanation to her pilot. Knowing the Corellian, he’d have some snarky remark. Luckily, the response was almost immediate.

“What? Right now? Where are you?” Weaving through the chaos, the tuxedo clad man grunted into his com, dread just beginning to lace his voice. Of all times to go into labor.

“I’m in the…I don’t know, ffffff….forceeee this hurts. Son of a….just…nnnggggg comefindme!” The Zeltron’s voice shifted wildly between fearful and irritated. Breathing heavy, she placed a palm on her belly and rubbed.

“Alright, just…try to hold it in, can you do that?” Ivan’s frustration was clear, and the commotion around them was forgotten for the moment.

Groaning as she shifted her legs to try and get more comfortable—reclining would have been ideal, she’d imagined—she peered curiously at the floor. No sign of…so her water hadn’t broken yet. Was that the sort of thing she’d notice?

She really should have gone to Lamaze classes.

 

[Rosalina]

Location: Ceres
Objective: Aid in said business
Allies: [member="Tai Fa"], [member="Byzus Lanko"]
Post #15

Assess the situation. Create a viable plan.

One of the few things the young Valkyri had tasted was raw combat. Perhaps not to the extent of which many Sith were accustomed, but in time she hoped it would be remedied. Alm was not a leader, content to follow orders given so long as they weren’t blatantly suicidal or poorly thought out. Maybe one day hidden qualities would be dredged to the surface past her quiet, malleable demeanor and turn the girl into something more than just a soldier.

For now, she was content. Or so she told herself, because it kept the uneasy thoughts away for a little while.

As Vnut prompted her, she stared back up at him as if in a daze. He was her superior, yet treated her decently so she was no reason to dislike him. Not that you’d particularly be able to tell, given that she seemed stern at every turn. What surprised her most was hearing that Lord Fa would actually be displeased if she were injured beyond repair. If she managed to herself that mangled, wouldn’t she ultimately be useless to him? This was kill or be killed, wasn’t it? If she wasn’t strong, she had no place serving him or any Sith, for that matter.

“I will be fine.” The words came out rougher than she’d expected, and Alm had wanted them to sound smoother and more reassuring. “Do not worry for me.”

As the droid refocused on the pair of Sith and alerted them to the Combine’s approach, Almudena grunted in approval. However, the militaristic thoughts came to a grinding halt at the kind offer.

Hide?

Hazel eyes narrowed in instant agitation. Hide? At a time like this? No Sir, they’d come here to get the job done. Whatever that was exactly, Alm was still unclear. She’d assumed she would figure it out along the way.

“No!” The Valkyri growled, stamping the butt of her Static Pike into the floor for emphasis. “We fight.” She eyed the droid, clearly displeased at the implication that they’d cower in some dusty corner while there was a battle to be won.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Ceres.
Objective: Attempt to do respectable business.
Allies: [member="Almudena Dresden"] | [member="Byzus Lanko"]
|3|

"Find your center, Dresden." The Balinaka chastised her gently, before looking in the direction of the explosions. Fa was a Sith, this was correct, but his teachings were different. He taught restraint, patience, to know when to strike and when to walk away from it all. Almudena had been a difficult student in that regard, far more closely to the hot-blooded pupils most Sith had these days. Yet, the Lord Fa saw something special in her and who was Vnut to argue?

"Without calm, you will get yourself killed." Then he looked once again at the droid. "Thank you for your assistance, but we cannot hide. We... aim to fight."

Part of him wondered if this was a political play. Had Fa somehow manipulated the Stalik Combine into attacking the rest of the Tribes after all these years? Surely he would have warned him, if that was the case, no?

Another explosion, this one closer than the previous one, rocked the scene outside.

A sign that they had stayed here too long. They would not flee, but they could make the situation more amenable to them.

"Let's move. The entrance has several side-rooms in the hallway, we can setup an ambush there. Break the first assault and hopefully buy enough time for the other Combine militias to push them out of the city... or at least this district."

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

Location: Ceres Planetary Department of Infrastructure and Development Building, Copenfa Branch
Allied: [member="Tai Fa"] | [member="Almudena Dresden"]
Hostile: No Hostiles Detected

Equipment: Icon-Class Personal Energy Shield

They were going to fight? Both of them? But the other was so small. She did have an electric pike, though, which Superintendent thought was strange. Stranger than her angry face, growling, and stamping the pike on the floor like she were about to initiate some kind of traditional war dancing? Perhaps not. But this amalgamation of strange quirks was shaping the young woman into a strange being for the Superintendent to behold. He cocked his head to the side, then tilted it back up rightways. Superintendent had been about to run calculations on the probability of her death, but decided against it.

He did not know enough about the attacking forces.

The Balinaka echoed the sentiments of the smol warrior-woman. Superintendent should have expected that much, ursine beings of a certain size and stature simply did not surrender. Especially not to oafs like the Stalk Combine. The Superintendent did not know them personally, but with a name like the Stalk Combine he calculated an 53% chance that they were a bunch of clods. Surprisingly well armed clods to get this far, but clods. Speaking of which, the bear was now talking strategy.

"I calculate a 73% chance that the Stalk Combine will not be expecting any real opposition." Superintendent announced. "An ambush would be most effective. I shall accompany you."

Superintendent said "accompany," but he immediately began walking past Vnut and Dresden in a nice ruckus of whirring servomotors and clanking. He already knew where the entrance was and how best to get there, having been patrolling these hallways for the better part of three months.