Invasion The Republic Shall Fall [One Sith Invasion of Coruscant]

[Jsc]

Jedi Temple Steps
VS: [member="Ronan Dyre"] p2
VS: [member="Dak Canton"] p1


Jedi block things. Ronan's disruptor bolt was heavy but perfectly forthcoming. It was the distance that gave him both the advantage and the disadvantage. She could see that baby coming a mile away in the mind's eye of the universe. And with his perfect aim, it was even easier to catch upon the shaft of her saber staff. Clean, if heavy, block. She was really starting to not like this Sniper. He was really starting to grind her gears now.

Then someone surprised her. Dak's six rounds from behind. Naturally the red Jedi blocked his bolts with the incredible speed and efficacy of an Uberwench. Sometimes she wondered why normal soldiers even bothered. 5.56mm rounds sizzling upon the tips of her lightsaber as if dodging bullets was an afterthought and the Matrix Trilogy was a comedy piece. Heck, she didn't even bother to turn around. She was still looking for Ronan inside her helm. So yeah. The familiar: slap, slap, slap, of bullets against her sword caused little concern. Just another, six perfectly cauterized shells dissipating into oblivion.

Or not...

Venom slugs. She had no idea. They splashed all over the back of her EVA suit and caused her cry out in deafening pain. Her eyes wild and her skin blistering,

"Rawwhhhahhh"

Her eyes went red and wide, and her bloodvessels popped out of her skin with agony. Ronan disappeared, Dak was an afterthought, and the battle was now all but invisible to her. All she wanted to do was scream.

...

8 seconds until the venom broke the suit.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Inner Jedi Temple:
Objective: Stopped battle meditation, now moving to kill Jedi.
Target: @A'dele Adonai

Darth Kentarch's lightsaber was stopped by the shimmering orange globe of energy. A protection bubble simple but effective none the less. The Sith Lord needed to break the Jedi's concentration, make her move. Deactivating his lightsaber, Kentarch moved over to the door and and raised his hands to the wall and ceiling. He pushed out with the force, kinetically putting stress on the ceiling. Eventually the ceiling began to crack, clenching his fists and lowering them to his side he used force pull on the supports. The stress was to much, and the weight of ceiling failed as the room's structural integrity was compromised. Large heaps of stone and metal fell from the ceiling onto A'dele and her protection bubble as the ceiling collapsed and the room above fell into the Meditation chamber. Kentarch, standing by the door, took the moment to step outside an watch.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Location: Just inside the Great Hall, behind a pillar, overlooking the Temple Steps
Objective: Shoot Hostiles
Target: [member="Sam Jhovna"]

Recycling through targets, I raised optics to my eye and stared down the sights at the female Jedi in an EVA suit. I guess the acid in the slugs had taken effect. Time to put her down. I don't like to think I'm the bad guy, honest, but better I off her than leave her in pain, y'know? And in my opinion, goin down with a slug to the heart was a lot less painful than having a Sith break into your mind while shockin' you with magic lightning bolts.

With my new mag in place after shooting at the horned alien with the shotgun, I squeezed off two three round bursts at the pained Jedi. The recoil slammed into my shoulder in a familiar thump, thump. 6 FLARE slugs zipped toward the woman. These were the kind that had taken down the Nautolan. Incendiaries, of a sort. If she managed to block those with her saber it wouldn't be acid that would be spraying everywhere, but pyrophoric gels that would ignite and spray chemical fire everywhere. Y'know the best way to put that fire out if it gets on you? Whip a knife out and carve that chunk of your flesh out. I'm serious. It's that bad.

In my head I continued to think of the Jedis as merely "hostile targets" and the Sith as merely "friendlies." It made things a little easier. I know, I know, a killer with a conscience. Life's hard for an operator. A soundtrack played through my thoughts as my shots sizzled toward the hostile.

"Light 'em up, light 'em up."

 

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Jedi Temple Steps
VS: Ronan Dyre p2 /interrupt
VS: Dak Canton p2

She spun with a look of rage behind her helm's flickering glass. There he was. That was the guy. That was her center now.

Her hand raised and his bullets smashed into an invisible wall. Spurting forth their flame and agony across a smoke screen with unnatural borders. It flickered and fanned. Razed and flared. A shower of fire against a wall of Force. It was almost beautiful...

And through that flame came a javelin of laser like precision. She had thrown her saber staff at him right through the fountain of flame. If time could stand still, you could still see the fire licking the swords glittering surface.

...

"Rawwhhhahhh!"

She was still screaming.

4 seconds until the suit broke.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Great Hall
Opponent: Ven'Rain Sekairo

A dislocated shoulder and a bruised chest. Not life threatening injuries. Ryan was tired, winded, but not exhausted. Every breath from his beaten chest was pain, but the suppression of pain was one of the many benefits of the Force. It was said that many Force Sensitives could fight on, unaware of terrible injuries and uncaring until they dropped dead. In the flow of the Living Force, Ryan was one such Force User. Ignoring the verbal taunts, he pressed his opponent, one handed. Ryan bunched his feet and jumped, leaping up over the monstrosity's head in a flipand swinging for the undefended part of the neck where it had torn away the durasteel armor.

The being would literally have to stretch backward and fall to the floor - as it had before - in order to block the strike. This time, though, this time Ryan would not let it rise again. The foe's underestimation of his abilities would prove its undoing. Such was the fate of many Sith. Maul came to mind.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Location: Just inside the Great Hall, behind a pillar, overlooking the Temple Steps
Objective: Shoot Hostiles
Target: Sam Jhovna

"Aw kriff," I muttered as the Jedi promptly deflected not one, not two, but all six of my slugs and then hurled her saberstaff like a javelin straight for your number one Epicanthix narrator. I thought I had time to move out of the way, seeing as how the Jedi had chucked it across half the battlefield, but the thing came in like a JADM headed for a bunker. I was the bunker. I barely had the time to blink before the spear stabbed into my chest. Or, you know, would have stabbed into my chest if I hadn't been wearing the Terentatek Commando Armor. The looks were modeled after the Republic Commandos gear, but the armor plating was all phrik, baby. And right now, I was real happy about that.

The saberstaff seared an ugly line across my chestplate and I could feel the heat of it even inside my body glove. It failed to pierce through, but I'd have to get an armorer to fix up the ugly black furrow afterward. The saberstaff went skittering off to one side. I stood up, walked over, and picked up the weapon. I calmly clipped it to my belt.

"Mine now," I muttered. Then I raised my rifle and unleashed hell. I squeezed the trigger in half second intervals, unleashing four three round bursts that sent successive waves of bullets toward the Jedi chick. Each three round burst would require one wave of that Force juju to block. Which meant four waves from her in a row. I'd see if a Jedi could withstand that.

 

[Aika Kawakami]

Objective: Aid in evacuating the citizens of Monument Plaza.
Location: Manarai Heights
Allies: [member="Sochi Ru"]

Quiet, and out of the way. What a better way to describe how Aika always was. Even now, she only descended the ramp from the ship after a familiar face had stormed off in a huff. She couldn't help but sense the fear all around. Coruscant was burning, the sight of yet another Sith attack. It was events like this that made it easy for some to say they needed to be eliminated by force. It was all there for anyone to see. But blood wasn't the only way to solve an issue like this. That only served to continue a revolving door of violence. No, it needed to be stopped at the heart of the problem. And slaying others wasn't the best way to find that heart.

Arriving at the side of her friend, Aika's gaze shifted to the Togruta, a somber look within. "This planet will always be a target.. That is something we may not be able to change. But we can at least get those who are simply caught in the middle to safety. It's the most we can do for them at this point."

 

[Marakai Al'Orren]

LOCATION: Jedi Temple Exterior
OBJECTIVE: Defend the Temple! Foil the Shiny Gold Sith! Dispense Ginger Kitty Justice!
OPPONENTS: @Vaelokin
SOUNDTRACK: Adema "Drowning"

She offered the Sith a nod, glittering golden eyes narrowed slightly, the only outward sign of the pain her scorched flesh was causing her. A wound, certainly, but she'd suffered through worse and remained silent. When one was born a half breed on a planet that hated them, amidst a family who delighted in all forms of torture and torment, you learned.

Mara had learned very early, and very well.

"Marakai." she said in turn, sensing the build-up and release of his Force wave but too late to do aught about it. It was enough to push her back several meters, and bring her own amber blade too close to her own slender frame. Deactivating it, she growled and between one moment and the next, a massive Felacatian form burst out of her skin.

Huge claws dug furrows into the duracrete, as she hunkered down and let the remnants of the Force wave rush over her. Mara kept the hold on his legs as best she could as she launched herself forward, closing the distance. At the last moment, she shifted back to her human form and activated her amber blade, slashing down at Vaelokin's legs in an effort to separate him from them.

 

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Jedi Temple Steps
VS: Ronan Dyre p2 /interrupt
VS: Dak Canton p3

As Dak grabbed a trophy, Sam lifted her screaming head to the sky and Repulsed. It seared the suit and the burning mesh right off her body. Leaving nothing but a smoking husk and a woman in her brown one piece bathing suit. Her skin burned with red blotched scars and the venom still hissed on the concrete beside her. But it wasn't just a force technique. It was a resurrection.

The dark side tore at her blood stained eyes and she clenched her teeth with outright bloodlust. The soldier wasn't finished yet. But he would be.

Unarmed, she pulled an enemy Sith to her. He defended well, even surprised, but the first of Dak's rounds silenced his cold dead eyes. And so, like a body shield, clad in whatever armor this stupid smelling husk of a human was wearing; Sam pushed forward.

The Sith slowly began to fall apart. First his cloak to the flames, then his armor to the bullets, then his meat began to tear and splinter into pieces. She didn't care. She was climbing. The red Jedi continued her black march. Waiting. Waiting until just the last second before she jumped, as her improvised shield finally exploded into particles, incendiary dust, and bullet crust.

...

She landed from her somersault fifteen meters from Dak's flank and with the Sith's crimson weapon in her hands. Bitter eyes and sunburned skin. ...She didn't look very Jedi'ish right now, either... (could it be the underwear?)

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Jedi Temple dormitories
Objective: Get out
Allies: Sith
Enemies: Thurion Heavenshield, any other Jedi/Republic


Darth Veles reached out and the first of Maya's knives harmlessly flew into his hand as he telekinetically took it. With a lightning speed, both of the incoming knives got blocked by the one in his webbed hand, loudly colliding together and falling to the floor with a sound of metal hitting marble. Only then Veles turned his attention to the Jedi. "You're deluding yourself," the Sith Knight promptly shook his head as [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] bowed, the Jedi was just like the others. A selfish zealot whodid not care about those he claimed to protect. Just like all Jedi... "The enslavement as you call it, experiments. Nothing more than a result of an extensive brainwashing you have suffered. The most hateful religion in the galaxy dictates you to sacrifice innocent lives of children just to spit in the face of a Sith. How does if feel to see evil in anything that is slightly different than what you believe? People wear dark clothes? You kill them. People have different ideology? You kill them. People do not want your fascist government? You kill them. People were born as, as you Jedi say, evil race? You kill them!" Darth Veles hissed, glaring at the man with his piercing gaze as if trying to kill him through the intense stare. Opening his large mouth to continue just as he placed his left foot in front of his right to quickly close distance or take a step back and dodge effectively, his mind received a warning from his creator. He should get out of the Temple as soon as possible and join his comrades outside. Both crimson plasma blades disapeared and Veles used the Force massed in his body; not to attack, but to retreat. His physical form became transparent, the wall behind his clearly visible through his body as he disappeared just like he had done thousands of times before. The Force massed in his legs launched him through the hallway, sending him the way he came, opposite of the way the younglings ran. The invisible Mon Cal flew through the air, rushing to the exit, hoping the Jedi Master suspected he went after the younglings and their protectors. If not... he'd fight the man, just not inside the Temple. He also made a mental note to have a talk with whoever had the idea of doing such thing, as all the precious information in the archives would be lost forever.

 

[Darth Armyss]

Location: Jedi Temple - Archives
Objective: Defeat the so-called "Darth Vazela" and retrieve Sith Holocrons
Opponent: [member="Vilox Pazela"]

Albrecht responded by igniting his own lightsabers, one red, from his fallen comrade, in his right hand, and the other blue, from said comrade's assailant, in his left hand, and shifted his stance into that of a Tapani Fencer, with the red blade out in front of him pointing towards his opponent, the blue one held back to be used for parrying. He had learned how to use this method of fencing, with a vibrorapier as his primary and a shorter vibroblade as a secondary weapon starting when he was old enough to even hold either of the weapons, making him and accomplished swordsman. His control of the force, however, was tenuous at best, meaning that the upcoming duel would be an interesting clash of mind versus matter.

For a moment, he took the time to assess his opponent, starting with his stance. Vazela's stance seemed to allow for a lot of room to maneuver, suggesting a nimble combat style similar to Ataru, as opposed to the very deliberate yet sometimes seemingly erratic style used by Tapani Fencers, Albrecht's own style, which could best be described as the grace of Makashi meets the ferocity of Juyo. It was a form best-suited for vibroblades, but it could be adapted to lightsaber use quite easily due to the typically light weight of vibrorapiers, not to mention that a variation of it made use of the lightfoil, a weapon similar to the lightsaber but not quite as powerful, which allowed non-force-sensitives to wield them.

"Subjugate me? Good luck with that, old man!" he jeered as he went on the offensive, probably like Vazela was expecting, and started off with a thrusting attack with the red blade aimed for the center mass. If this attack were parried, he could easily follow it up with a slash from his other lightsaber from the left. This, of course, depended entirely on his adversary using his own lightsaber to counter this initial strike - if he used the force, it probably wouldn't work.

 

[Aedan Miles]

LOCATION: In front of temple
ALLIES: [member="Xander Carrick"]
ENEMIES: [member="Lucianus Adair"] [member="Darth Nephthys"]
Aedan Miles blinked as he finally cleared his head. He hadn't been able to completly dodge the punch to his face but he had made it a glancing blow resulting in him seeing stars for a moment. But once his vision cleared it was to see that Xander was not flying towards him. No wait he was flying towards Xander with a shrug he deactivated his lightsabers quickly and let himself be pulled towards [member="Xander Carrick"] curling up into a ball Aedan applied his own force push against his body pushing him up slightly hoping that Xander seeing this movement would attempt and move so Aedan could sail past him. Odds where he was sailing past Xander into what was likely to be a Sith's Lightsaber but by then his own lightsabers would be reactivated and held in front of his body protecting all vital organs by moving to block the two most efficient paths to attack them.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Location: Just inside the Great Hall, behind a pillar, overlooking the Temple Steps
Objective: Shoot Hostiles
Target: Sam Jhovna

I stared at the woman's lean form, soot-stained and blood drenched muscles taut in the skimpy clothing. There was a hunger inside of me as I stared. Now, I don't consider myself to be a guy who thinks with his wang, but I'm just a man. I mean, give me a break, she was barely wearing anything! Not my fault if my biological reaction functions how it's supposed to function. The fact that she was glaring daggers at me while wielding a blood red laser sword dispelled my baser instincts pretty damn fast. Well, some of my baser instincts. I still had a few urges. Fight. Run.

Gulping a little, I leveled my rifle at her. She was fifteen meters away. I considered lobbing a grenade at her, but nixed the idea almost immediately. I'd seen what she could do with her Force powers. No way was I going to launch a white phosphorus grenade at her just to have it come screaming back toward me. I dropped the assault rifle and let it hang from the shoulder sling, then my hands dove for my pistols.

I came up with the BTI Ripper in one hand and the Czerka Machine Pistol in the other. The Ripper is a fully automatic blaster pistol that has 150 shots and a maximum range of 35 meters. I'd used about 30 rounds gunning down the bird-thingies earlier in the fight. I still had plenty of ammo left. The machine pistol is exactly what it sounds like. 20 round mag with variable firing options. I flicked the setting to full auto. The pistol was currently loaded with 9mm FLARE rounds.

Grinning like a madman, I depressed both triggers and unloaded at the woman. Now, here's the thing about blocking incoming fire. I'm sure Jedi do all well and good at deflecting blaster bolts with lightsabers and chucking slugs away with telekinesis. But now show me a Jedi who could do both at the same time to not only 20 incoming FLARE rounds that would splash chemical flames everywhere, but also about 30+ plasma shots that would literally shred a person to ribbons. I'd seen the Ripper in action. It had the name for a reason.

 

[Avalore Eden]

Location: Uhm... somewhere in the Temples. By the dormitories.
Objective: GTFO
Opponent: Nobody lahvs me. D:


Well this was one hell of a predicament.

Evacuation sirens blared throughout the halls, and by the time Avalore had gotten herself together enough to leave she could hardly stand straight. The mass confusion of padawans fleeing the halls was just enough to give one motion-sickness. Huffing, hefting her massive moon-belly along, the 9 month pregnant Healer-in-training had a far more difficult time keeping up. Plus she couldn't find her ward, the little orphan padawan Ysan, and this was just a teensy bit bothersome.

"Ysan? Ysan! Have you seen Ysan? I can't find her!" keeping herself against the side wall and as much out of the way as possible as Padawan and Knights fled one direction while Masters and Warriors trekked the other, Avalore glanced around fitfully.

I'm not made for this kind of stuff. I'm not courageous, I'm not proud, and I sure as heck ain't agile.

"Ysan!"

The sensation of kick-swimming in her belly made her keel for a moment. Oh bother.

 

[Garza]

LOCATION: In front of temple
ALLIES: [member="Aedan Miles"]
ENEMIES: [member="Lucianus Adair"], [member="Darth Nephthys"]

As I came down with my Gold lightsaber, it was stopped in midair just what seemed inches from the man. Not even a foot away. And with a sudden poof. The man was gone. And without even a milisecond to spare, I was kicked from behind and shoved forward as the other Dark jedi came towards me. Being pulled with the force. I decided to work on this. There was one thing that the man had not thought of. Probably not even the Dark jedi had either. But during our coming together I pushed my own mind into the Dark Jedi's and sent a message of what I wanted from him.

I turned off my lightsaber, and as I flew towards the man, I grabbed his clothing, and using the force to aid me, I slammed my foot onto the ground to stop moving, and slung the man around to release him as though he was in a slingshot. letting him go at the Sith lord. All he had to do was attack the man as I threw him with the force powers that I had. Sending him almost as fast as a blaster bolt to the sith lord. The Dark Jedi was to attack the man while I would get a better vantage point against him.

As I had thrown him, Wither he made his strikes or not, I turned round and grabbed debris from the ceiling, plug-n-fire mags, Blaster rifle bits, anything that I could grab and threw it at the Sith lord from all angles once more. I had noticed that he made a Force barrier to prevent my attack, but to be attacked from a ligthsaber and from all angels again could wear him down. Instead of using Soresu as a Lightsaber form, I did it through the act of many attacks all at once.

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

JEDI TEMPLE:




Great Hall; Fighting [member="Ryan Korr"]; Allied With Sith:


Apparently Ven wasn't the only person doubting her opponent. Leaping over someone so tall was possible for a Jedi, yes, but in order to strike at her neck in that way they would have to pass just a bit over the top of her pointy, pointy horns. Which meant that a partially extended arm (hers in this case) would be able to swing a lightsaber up, cut him in half, and provide blockage to the back of her neck. And that is what she attempted to do. While he did his fancy little flip, she brought one arm up to try and strike in a short wave before holding it in front of the exposed skin. Secondly she shot her other arm out, trying to grab the little bastard. If the latter was successful, she'd spin him around, drop her blade, then chuck him a few meters. Because she wanted this fight to be over. This Jedi was rather troublesome for a padawan. It was about time he drop to the ground. Or get to a medic. Either would be fine.

 

[Darth Isolda]

LOCATION: Undisclosed building near the Jedi Temple | Surrounded by One Sith personal Guards
OBJECTIVE: Attempting to use the Force to read thoughts and potentially read his future.
ALLIES: ALL THE SITH | Odium
ENEMIES: [member="Talon Vosra"] | [member="Vilox Pazela"]
MUSIC: Sweet Dreams




The One Sith guards were upon Talon in an instant. Their blades sang true, as half rushed at him, attempting to flank him and surround him. One blade came to slice at his right, while another went for his torso.

In the meantime, the Eye of the Dark Lord slowly rose to her feet, the black cloak slithering like a second skin over her black Yonduun Skerr Kyrric armor. Those pitch black orbs went straight into the Jedi like daggers, intending to pierce into his very soul. His destiny.


[SIZE=11pt]Sweet dreams are made of this..[/SIZE]


His path.

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Who am I to disagree...

Wh̸̕at́͢ ̨d̢͘͡o̶ ҉̡w̸̶͘e͘͠ ha͠ve͝ ̀̕͘h̴̡͞e͡͏͜re͞?̶͘͠ ͡ , she mused to herself, as her voice would start to echo around the Jedi Master’s ears, echoing with the keening wail of a thousand voices as she attempted to glean just where this Jedi’s place was within the echoes of time, of destiny.

Everybody's looking for something...

A smirk came to her lips as the Goddess’s gift would hopefully soon bring vague impressions to her mind….

 

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Jedi Temple Outer Gates
VS: Dak Canton p4

She didn't block. Oh no. Hard pass. Hard pass. That had been her problem with this specific soldier the first time. She'd blocked his venom slugs them like Neo and had still gotten ever-so karked up from whatever death mixture was in them. No. This time? This specific soldier was a valid and ingenious threat. Not a grunt with a semi-auto and balls for brains. This was gonna get personal.

The naked Jedi sprint-leapt left. Towards the Temple.

There were pillars and combatants here. A whole battle could spawn between him and her at this point. She had room to maneuver and Force Speed to help herself dance. She was unburdened by armor and deadly focused in mind. Initiative wasn't a problem. She could close this meager distance when his clips ran dry. When his guns went silent and only her pretty little trophy lightsaber remained in his hands. She had noticed that. Flares and flashbangs be damned. She didn't like his habit...

To further frustrate this curious gunslinger she released her Sith single-blade into a horizontal helicopter spin. It wasn't meant to block any bullets, just scar the air with the swishing, curling sound of impending doom. It came for Dak like a howling beast. An air-born dredge. The hilt was sent spinning, arching, and rising just above his firing line and curved unguided like a boomerang. He could either shoot it, her, cover, or dodge...

She didn't care which. This blood eyed female was gonna finish this with her bare, bare hands.

...

 

[Tefka]

Objective: Storming the walls of Manarai / Battle of Monument Plaza
Location: Approaching the gates of Manarai Heights District
Accompanied By: Umate Radicals, One Sith, The Horde, and a melting pot of criminals.
Mentions: [member="Antares Windu"] [member="Sochi Ru"] [member="Sokrai Ronaro"]

He wasted no time, he leapt through the air, aqua blue blade igniting out from his left side as he landed a few meters away from the Myrshavong. Lifting up his lightsaber and pointing it towards the beast, he said, "you and I. Single combat."

Another man went flailing off the wall, having been picked up off his feet by the Warchief's long spiked tail.

"Hrosha-gul, kane e bar. Mat."

The Yuuzhan Vong hybrid didn't wish to waste his tongue with the foul speech of basic. This man wouldn't get that amount of respect. But he understood what the man was saying to him - the brutish Kraal just didn't view him as a threat. A massive hand flung out to grab a Yuuzhan Vong, catching the soldier by the name of his neck.

The colossal Warchief lifted the Yuuzhan Vong soldier off the ground and threw him to the ground in front of [member="Antares Windu"].

"Lutaum."

Tsavong lunged back into the battle, landing on a turret several meters away as teeth, fangs, and claws shredded through durasteel, armor and flesh.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Location: Just inside the Great Hall, behind a pillar, overlooking the Temple Steps
Objective: Shoot Hostiles
Target: Sam Jhovna

What's faster than a speeding bullet? Jedi, apparently. The woman didn't whip her laser sword around, throw walls of telekinesis, or even chuck rubble at me. Nope. What'd she do? She dodged. I ceased fire as soon as she moved behind a pillar. She sprang out the other side and hurled her crimson laser sword at me like a boomerang outta hell. Now, I am not faster than a bullet. Or even a spinning saber.

That bar of hot plasma whipped straight for me and all I could do was lift both my gauntleted forearms and try to protect my vulnerable neck. The blade glanced off my phrik vambraces and went spinning away, leaving me grumbling darkly. Damn Jedi and their damn laser swords and their damn Forcieness.

"That didn't work the first time, missie," I muttered, raising both guns at her again. "And it sure as hell ain't gonna work this time."

I knew exactly what she was trying to get me to do. I wasn't the high scorin' kid in grade school and I definitely wasn't about to join MENSA, but I know battlefield tactics. The woman was egging me on. Wanted me to use up all my ammunition. I had maybe six or seven rounds left in the machine pistol. I grunted, shoved the pistol back into its holster, then used the spare hand to grab the front grip of the Ripper. Holding it in two hands, it now resembled more of a super sub-machine gun. And it had plenty of rounds left. 60 plus. Enough that, with a two handed grip steadying it, I could pretty accurately fire the full auto mini-monstrosity. At less than 15 meters, it wasn't all that hard.

My finger depressed the trigger with a light touch and blaster bolts flew toward the woman. I made sure to lead the target through the iron sights, but with the sheer amount of plasma bolts flying her way made dodging a highly unlikely option, yet somehow... they always do.