Gray Raxis
Blind and Broken
Gray and his men had made it into the walker, but the commander of it was not about to make things any easier for him. The alarm signaling an overload sounded right as the man turned to try and tackle Gray to the floor. One of his men moved in the way and gunned them down. There was only one thing that Gray knew he could do in time to stop that reactor, although it likely was going to be very painful for him for a bit after. He channeled the force once more and began to use the force to manually shut down the power core so that it would purge off the extra energy from its systems. The amount of delicate work this required while being unable to physically see the parts was taxing and cost precious seconds. Every passing moment counted here, and it wasn't until the very last that Gray was finally able to prevent the walker from exploding with him and his men inside of it. The walker's systems immediately began to restart themselves as a safety protocol as Gray released his control with the force. His nose began to drip blood and pain began to scream through his entire being starting with his head. His brain felt like it was going to explode both outwardly and inwardly at the same time, which caused him to drop to a knee.
The Rancor Company men that were left had found nothing but battle on this planet, and too many of their own had died in their desperate attempt to survive this opening skirmish. They might have been wiped out too if not for the timely assistance of their allies, and they just prayed their presence had distracted the enemy artillery enough for their allies to make some kind of progress. They were determined to drive these Sith into their graves by this point and pressed forward relentlessly. Blaster fire flew in every direction as they screamed out their fury towards this seemingly tireless enemy. They didn't know when it was, but eventually everything stopped. Every infantry was dead before them and the shelling that had been like rain since the battle started was no longer falling. The only sounds left for them to hear was the sounds of crunching snow, creaking of armor, and heavy breathing of them and their brothers. They had won. They didn't know how or when, but they had won. As the realization hit them, they began to cheer out one after the other. They were finally finished with this hell of a skirmish that had shown them nothing but fire and brimstone.
The Lightning Company had seen progress on their own ends. The anti-air walkers had fallen finally to squadron B and they had immediately left to assist their brothers. They had claimed the walker, although not without injuries, and had begun to turn the blasters of it onto the one next door. The new squadron had moved to take the immobile walker while it was distracted and found the same level of success with it as well. They immediately began to look to the next move, but found that the battle was over. The enemy had been spread too thin against their fellow Mandalorians and allies and crushed under heel. The shields and the anti-air were all now down, so a signal was sent for additional dropships to come in. They all needed pick up and they had trophies to take back home.
The call of [member="Stardust Raxis"] needing help was not noticed by Gray at first. He had pushed himself too far with that last effort and it was going to take a few minutes before he was aware enough of anything but the pain to address it. The medics of Rancor Company had heard and two of them were immediately on the move to get her aid. They had managed to hang onto their bacta supplies and were going to use all of it to save their alor's wife. As they did this, the dropships arrived with more Raxis members. They were pilots, but they were ready to do their part and their first order of business was to deal with the damaged craft that had suffered so much abuse in its push to land. Foam to stop fires was sprayed all over it and what replacement parts were on hand were already being moved to repair what they could.
Gray eventually was back to his senses after a bacta needle had been applied to his neck. They had gotten his helmet off of him sometime, but he wasn't sure when that was. His head felt like it was on fire and about to split still but he was able to think clearly enough to do his duty. He got onto the coms system of the now back online walker and got reports from every surviving captain. They had managed to survive, if barely, and now it was time to make their next move. He said over the coms to his men, " Everyone good work here. We managed to do our job, even if we lost more than I would have liked. We will see they get their proper send off once we get back home. I want everyone that survived to gather up our dead and get them onto one of the new dropships. After that salvage as much of the gear off those infantry as you can. I want every medical kit, detonator, and powercell stripped off of them. I want as many of those rocket launchers salvaged and rockets for them as you can. Some of the Rancor squad take over the walkers from Lightning Company and I want Lighting Company to go grab as many walkers from the Sith base that are not too damaged or likely to blow up mid transport as possible. We need to do this quickly and then evac before that big eye sore in the sky comes down on us or worse." He then ended his message and listened to the confirmations roll in.
Gray then turned and headed for the hatch out of the walker. He retrieved his helmet and put it back on as he did. He needed to check on his wife, but he had one last thing to do before then. He got onto his coms and said on channels to both [member="Draco Vereen"] and [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] , " This is Alor Gray Raxis. I have dropships on planet and we are grabbing everything we can. We still have plenty of room right now, so do either of you two need some help getting off planet? I'd be happy to get you off this frozen poodoo pile if you need it. Could transport some of your spoils for you too if you like. Any other assistance you need I can offer as well, just name it." He ended his message there and kept going. He would issue his following orders once he had gotten a message back, but for now he needed to check on his wife. He swore he heard she had gotten shot when his head was threatening to end his existance earlier.
Current Spoils:
-AT-AW: 3
-PLX Rocket-launcher: 40
-Equipment of Carameer Infantry: 300
Extra Tags: [member="Omega"] [member="Isaac Knight"]
The Rancor Company men that were left had found nothing but battle on this planet, and too many of their own had died in their desperate attempt to survive this opening skirmish. They might have been wiped out too if not for the timely assistance of their allies, and they just prayed their presence had distracted the enemy artillery enough for their allies to make some kind of progress. They were determined to drive these Sith into their graves by this point and pressed forward relentlessly. Blaster fire flew in every direction as they screamed out their fury towards this seemingly tireless enemy. They didn't know when it was, but eventually everything stopped. Every infantry was dead before them and the shelling that had been like rain since the battle started was no longer falling. The only sounds left for them to hear was the sounds of crunching snow, creaking of armor, and heavy breathing of them and their brothers. They had won. They didn't know how or when, but they had won. As the realization hit them, they began to cheer out one after the other. They were finally finished with this hell of a skirmish that had shown them nothing but fire and brimstone.
The Lightning Company had seen progress on their own ends. The anti-air walkers had fallen finally to squadron B and they had immediately left to assist their brothers. They had claimed the walker, although not without injuries, and had begun to turn the blasters of it onto the one next door. The new squadron had moved to take the immobile walker while it was distracted and found the same level of success with it as well. They immediately began to look to the next move, but found that the battle was over. The enemy had been spread too thin against their fellow Mandalorians and allies and crushed under heel. The shields and the anti-air were all now down, so a signal was sent for additional dropships to come in. They all needed pick up and they had trophies to take back home.
The call of [member="Stardust Raxis"] needing help was not noticed by Gray at first. He had pushed himself too far with that last effort and it was going to take a few minutes before he was aware enough of anything but the pain to address it. The medics of Rancor Company had heard and two of them were immediately on the move to get her aid. They had managed to hang onto their bacta supplies and were going to use all of it to save their alor's wife. As they did this, the dropships arrived with more Raxis members. They were pilots, but they were ready to do their part and their first order of business was to deal with the damaged craft that had suffered so much abuse in its push to land. Foam to stop fires was sprayed all over it and what replacement parts were on hand were already being moved to repair what they could.
Gray eventually was back to his senses after a bacta needle had been applied to his neck. They had gotten his helmet off of him sometime, but he wasn't sure when that was. His head felt like it was on fire and about to split still but he was able to think clearly enough to do his duty. He got onto the coms system of the now back online walker and got reports from every surviving captain. They had managed to survive, if barely, and now it was time to make their next move. He said over the coms to his men, " Everyone good work here. We managed to do our job, even if we lost more than I would have liked. We will see they get their proper send off once we get back home. I want everyone that survived to gather up our dead and get them onto one of the new dropships. After that salvage as much of the gear off those infantry as you can. I want every medical kit, detonator, and powercell stripped off of them. I want as many of those rocket launchers salvaged and rockets for them as you can. Some of the Rancor squad take over the walkers from Lightning Company and I want Lighting Company to go grab as many walkers from the Sith base that are not too damaged or likely to blow up mid transport as possible. We need to do this quickly and then evac before that big eye sore in the sky comes down on us or worse." He then ended his message and listened to the confirmations roll in.
Gray then turned and headed for the hatch out of the walker. He retrieved his helmet and put it back on as he did. He needed to check on his wife, but he had one last thing to do before then. He got onto his coms and said on channels to both [member="Draco Vereen"] and [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] , " This is Alor Gray Raxis. I have dropships on planet and we are grabbing everything we can. We still have plenty of room right now, so do either of you two need some help getting off planet? I'd be happy to get you off this frozen poodoo pile if you need it. Could transport some of your spoils for you too if you like. Any other assistance you need I can offer as well, just name it." He ended his message there and kept going. He would issue his following orders once he had gotten a message back, but for now he needed to check on his wife. He swore he heard she had gotten shot when his head was threatening to end his existance earlier.
Current Spoils:
-AT-AW: 3
-PLX Rocket-launcher: 40
-Equipment of Carameer Infantry: 300
Extra Tags: [member="Omega"] [member="Isaac Knight"]
