Public Under the Felucian sky (MU and Nite Owls)

[Alara Ordo]

Location: Felucia

"Are you sure it's in this direction? We've been wandering this cursed jungle for hours." A raspy voice grumbled out in anger. It's owner, a tall male Weequay pushed his way through the thick underbrush. "Yeah, yeah. The tracker says it should be right in front of us." A shorter, stockier Weequay stepped up behind him. The tracker in his hands was emitting a rapid set of beeps. Pushing his way forward, he stumbled out of the bruh and into a path of destruction. His eyes followed the trail until they landed on the wreckage of a YV-865 Aurore class freighter.

The ship had seen better days. Half buried in the mud and covered in branches, vines and chunks of giant mushrooms. Small sections of the ship were missing here and there. The condition of the ship was irrelevant as far as the Weequay were concerned. What it held was the real prize. The tall Weequay stepped into the clearing and clapped his hands together. "Oh I can smell that wonderful spice already." He stepped up to the ship as the rest of the search party gathered around him. "Men, after a long four day search, we have finally found our prize! With this cargo now under our control we will live like royalty. So tonight we cele.."

His words were cut short as a blaster round struck his head. The rest of the party panicked and made for the underbrush. Not before another Weequay dropped to the mud. Alara watched the rest of them disappear into the thick jungle from the scope of her rifle. The past four days had been rough. First her employer had lied about the nature of their cargo, which lead to the second problem of getting shot down by pirates. Ones who just happened to have more information than her. Unfortunately pirates weren't the first things to find the crash, but Felucia's more interesting wildlife. Then it was less than welcoming natives, which of course managed to kill the man who was supposed to pay her. Once the natives had been fended off, more wildlife showed up to feast on the dead. This back and forth pattern had been going strong for the past four days.

Alara glanced from her scope towards the cockpit. The S.O.S transmission was still broadcasting, albeit weakly but still going. She had managed to restore the ships communications and send out a weak distress signal to a contact on Mandalore. Hope was fading though, she had been her for days without so much as a response. The arrival of the pirates now complicated things even more. Especially since it sounded like they were regrouping. Between the wildlife, natives and now pirates. Alara quickly learned that it didn't rain on Felucia, it poured.

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

S K Y B O U N D

Tag: Alara Ordo | Kranak Vizsla | Eliz Krayt | OPEN

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The day began like many others for the Aloy, Inside a lone M30-S Krayt Gunship. The interior was dark, Lit only by a small red light that occasionally flickered as they entered the atmosphere.
Aloy herself was stood there, Cybernetic claws drummed against the durasteel deck in a nervous rhythm as she waited impatiently for the drop, Sky-Blue eyes darting around the dimly lit interior as her exposed and scruffy ginger-topped head leaned back against the closed boarding ramp behind her, Sucking in red and cherry scented smoke from the electric nervestick hanging from her mouth.

Needless to say, She was a little anxious. What about? She'd been chosen to lead her owls to a planet she had history on, And scour the jungle for a distress signal received on mandalore days prior. It could be a friend in need just as easily as a sith trap, And it had her thinking of many ways she or her vode could die here, And it would be her fault as commander, Just like on Serreco...


Her thoughts are suddenly dashed as the red light begins flashing in and out, Alerting her that they'll be dropping soon. This causes her to stand straight suddenly, Nodding to the nearest familiar helmet ( Kranak Vizsla ) and then slipping her own helm on, Her fair and soft features soon replaced by the blue cold and empty stare of her black owl-visor, Accented by white paint, A single handprint on the dome of her helmet and a row of jagged and shark-like teeth flanking it on either cheek-plate, Reminiscent of the old republic starfighters.

<"We drop in 10"> She shouts to her owls while turning towards the ramp, Her crimson scarf beginning to flap violently in the wind as the ramp slowly lowers in front of her, Bathing the belly of the dropship in the discolored sunlight of felucia, A sight she had hoped never to see again.

Standing over the edge like a bird of prey perched on high, Her HUD was already feeding data through the cloud below regarding the trajectory required to safely land on target, And they were close.

Spoiler: Mando Rescue

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<"Prepare for planetfall. On me in 5...">
<"4...">
<"3...">
<"2...">

"DROP! DROP! DROP!"

She immediately dives head first through the clouds, Wafting a hole straight through the mist as she entered her favorite part of these halo insertions; Free fall.
The serenity of it all as one floats helplessly through the skies, Surrendering oneself to simply let go and be carried by nature for a time. Sometimes she was tempted to simply wait and let the skies take their course, Like floating through one's own dream.
But this time around she had a job to do, So like any mandalorian she activates her thrusters, The ionic jetpack roaring to life in a sudden flash of blue light as the impact warning wakes her from this daydream, Causing her to throw all her weight back until her feet where pointed to the ground and her eyes opened beneath the visor, Revealing the wreckage and destroyed forest below her.

And just like that, She landed in a low crouch against the mud on the outskirts of the clearing, Slinging her scarf back over her shoulder where it belonged and drawing both her particle pistols, Waiting till a few of her fellow mandalorians had landed behind her before approaching the wreckage.

<"Eyes up and scanners active, Could be mandalorian, Or it could be a sith trap.">

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

Location: Felucia, Interior of an M30-S Krayt Gunship

Local Time: 11:36

Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-

Objective: Investigate Distress Signal


Kranak had signed up for an operation to investigate the source of a distress signal coming from Felucia, in the Felucia System. Felucia was a beautiful and a deadly planet. It was truly alien, and the features of the planet’s vegetation was impressive to say the very least. The local wildlife had a great number of non-sentient life, which included Gelagrubs, Jungle Rancors, and tee-muss. The sentient life native to the planet were named Felucians. Many of them were usually peaceful farmers, growing nysillin and other crops to make a living.

The signal used the same encryption as the Mandalorian Union, so one could assume the signal was coming from a fellow vod, but the chance of a trap for the investigation party was well within the realm of possibilities. They would find out which was which soon enough when they made planetfall. In the meantime, Kranak leaned his head against the armored interior of the gunship as he sat down on one of the seats in the transport compartment of the gunship, right across his clan alor ( Aloy Vizsla ). A youth ( Eliz Krayt ) had come along with them. He assumed he decided to come along with them to gain more experience before his Verd’goten. It wasn’t a bad idea. He was wearing an Enviro-Suit for this one. He hoped he knew how to operate the jetpack on the suit when they jumped. <Speaking of jetpacks…> he thought to himself, as he performed a quick equipment check on himself and checked his rocket boots, making sure they were in working condition. He wouldn’t want to hit the ground full force when they jumped out. Would be a nasty way to go. He made sure his weapons and gear were also strapped to him tightly as he didn’t want to lose bits and pieces of his gear during the flight down.

To his alor’s nod, he nodded back. She seemed a bit stressful before she wore her helmet. She was smoking an electric nervestick when they had come aboard the gunship. Her cybernetic claw was tapping on the durasteel deck with a rhythm as well. He understood why she would be nervous. They had very little information concerning the operation. They only had a distress signal and its location to work with. They might as well had gone in blind.

Spoiler: Mood Setter

<”We drop in 10.”>

That was their queue. The jumpmaster stood by the boarding ramp as the interior lights turned crimson. He got up from his seat and lined behind his vod and turned on his rocket boots as he assumed the appropriate stance to jump out the gunship’s boarding ramp when it opened. He was nervous himself now. He ran through the simulations back home, but this would be the first time he would jump out a gunship. This would be interesting. He could feel his heart rate rise. He checked his heart rate on his HUD. He was a little over a hundred. It was within nominal parameters, but he assumed it would rise when he was flying down when he jumped out. He started to regulate his breathing.

<”Prepare for planetfall. On me in 5…”>

<”4…”>

<”3…”>

<”2…”>

<”DROP! DROP! DROP!”>

He saw his vode jump out of the gunship one by one as the compartment was lit up by green lights. His heart rate jumped to hundred and twenty-six with the Jumpmaster’s last words. It was his turn now! His black Kama violently rippled as he jumped out of the gunship and assumed the proper freefall position when he jumped. His arms and legs were extended to the sides. He could see his vode on his HUD. They were about ninety feet away from him already. He quickly huddled up his arms and legs, with his arms stretching down towards the back of his knees, diving down head-first to gain more velocity to catch up with the team. He glanced at his heart rate. Hundred and thirty-nine. He was loudly breathing in and out in a rhythm. They could probably hear his breathing over the commlink. He was very excited. The adrenaline had kicked in as he experienced freefalling out of a gunship the first time. It was thrilling.

He catched up with his team now. He pointed down his feet in a high crouch stance when there was a little over than hundred feet from the ground and activated his rocket boots shortly after to slow his descent. As his feet touched down, he rolled forward to disperse the kinetic energy. His black Kama flailed around as he rolled. He got up to his feet, and quickly checked his equipment to make sure nothing was missing. He gave a nod of the head as everything was in place as he left them. He reached for his Westar-M5 and pulled it over his right shoulder. He kept the rifle slung on him. He took the rifle off safety and kept it in a low-ready position.

<”Eyes up and scanners active, could be Mandalorian, or it could be a Sith trap.”> he heard his alor say. He did as he was instructed and started to scan his surroundings. He could see thin columns of smoke trailing up from ahead, hidden behind thick vegetation, but that was all he could see from here. He was to the right middle of the team. He didn’t get good sightlines into the wreckage here. He assumed a fighting stance, keeping his rifle at a low-ready position as he moved close to his alor, towards the crash-site.

 

[Kes Stag]

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Location: Felucia
Objective: Assist the Pirates
Tags: Alara Ordo Aloy Vizsla Kranak Vizsla
Equipment: See Bio

Kes was sat at the pirate camp, blaster carbine on his lap staring intently into the Felucian jungle. Next to him was a small fire with a felucian ripper on a spit roast and very so often he carved a bit off with a vibroblade, dropping the cut into his mouth. When the mandalorian woke up this morning he hadn't expected to be mixing in with pirates again, he'd left that life a while ago. But it all changed when a few 'old buddies' reminded him of a favour he owed them. As Kes sat there eating he suddenly heard the sound of a dozen or so footsteps coming from the jungle. He stood up and raised his rifle, only to lower it upon seeing the pirates rush through and back towards the camp.

"Don't see any of the spice, what the kark happened." he asked. A small and out of breath weequay looked to him. "Blaster fire... Robuk dead..." he said between pants. A nikto who Kes new as Auset approached and pointed his blaster at the mandalorians face. "There's a live one in there! Your missiles didn't work!" he shouted. Kes looked at the Nikto and punched him in the gut before grabbing the weapon from his hand. "Don't ever point your karkin' gun at my face. Got it mate?" he said before dropping it on the floor next to the Auset who had fallen. "You said wanted the spice intact you di'kut. The missiles I supplied were meant to disable the ship and as far as I'm concerned it's not going anywhere. The rest is up to you." He said then sitting down in his chair.

The Weequay turned to Kes and spoke "Not anymore, cuz you're gonna help us." Kes stared at the pirate, his finger slid over his Carbine's trigger. "That wasn't part of our deal. I' only suppose to get you the missiles, you should feel lucky I showed where to target." he said. "The deal's changed. You owe us for that botched job... remember." said the nikto who had now gotten back. He saw a few of the other pirates grip their weapons as they spoke and the others who had stayed back at the camp emerge from their tents and the ship. Kes removed his hand from his carbine and stood up. "Fine." he said before putting on his helmet. "But to be clear, I'm only doing this because I respected your old boss and I am a man of my word." Auset let out a toothy grin. "But he's dead now, so you have to work for us."

Kes walked through the brightly coloured forest towards the crash site. Once it came into view he signalled the pirates to spread out. Kes stayed crouched behind a large tree in some shrubbery, barely visible from the outside. He opened out a communication channel to the Nikto. "Auset. We need to locate the position of the shooter, send in the first wave. Tell them to be quick about it, I don't want to stick around long enough for the natives to pick up our trail" he said. Soon a 5 of the pirates emerged with their weapons drawn from multiple sides, walking cautiously towards the crashed ship. With no clue they were being used as bait Kes scanned the area, waiting to see if anyone would fire.

 

[Marimax Mortui]

Gear:
Trauma and Blackout
Rapture
XX​

Mandalore Space

Reaching across the ship's console, he opened the channel to the distress signal that pinged the ship's computer system. Listening, he connected two computer systems together; allowing the navigational computer to pick up and locate the origin of the signal. After a few brief minutes, a set of coordinates scrolled onto the nav screen, followed by the site of the coordinates.

"Felucia," the seated, big Mando muttered with a a quizzical tone in his voice. Felucia, last he checked, was in Sith territory. And the Sith, deeply locked in wars with other government types, were heavily patrolling their boundaries with an iron, oppressed hand. It would be foolish for anyone to traverse across that Dark Empire's domain, but he knew only the foolish that did were usually in the market for a payday. But the distress signal was directed toward Mandalore, meaning a kin was in trouble. Sith occupied territory or not, he was duty bound to assist. Officially he entered the coordinates to Felucia into the nav computer, pressed entered, and felt his ship roar through hyperspace.


Felucia


Cautiously he orbited Felucia, observing the holomap of the planet for a suitable landing spot. The jungles of Felucia made it near impossible to land close to the origin of the transmitting signal; meaning whomever was down there landed in a less than favorable desire. After some calculating, he settled on a spot to land though it would require some ground traveling on his part. He possessed a jetpack on his beskar'gam, but the thick foliage and the unknown cause of the disaster that befell the ship was of concern. Felucia was known to house many dangers, none-more-so than the Jungle Rancor who undoubtedly was the apex predator in these parts, as well as a haven for pirates, smugglers, and other unsavory types.

Exiting the ship, and after a quick check of his equipment, he linked the signal to the tracking device built into his beskar'gam and headed deep into the jungle.​

 

[Eliz Krayt]

Dropping from a ship with just a jetpack and their armor was such an awesome thing. Like, the most badass a Mandalorian could get. For those with armor. Unfortunately for Eliz, he had to wear a crappy pressurized suit just to join in this rapid entry. Why couldn't they just land normally until he had the ability to be as cool as the others? No, that's not how this'd work. He sighed inside the clunky suit.

His drop was shortly after Aloy Vizsla and Kranak Vizsla , and far less impressive. With the suit he couldn't really shift or get into a good position to look as awesome as they did. The most he could do was drop like a rock until he was close enough to the ground to hit his jetpack and float safely to the ground. Where he pretty quickly shed the stupid suit. At least he could handle the jetpack without the suit. He'd give Aloy a nod at her orders once he was ready.

No armor, save for his helmet. Heavy blaster. Jetpack. He really needed to get armor, but at least he was as prepared as he could get.

Alara Ordo | Marimax Mortui | Kes Stag

 

[Alara Ordo]

There was several seconds of silence after the last pirate scurried into the brush. Slowly, Alara backed away from the small opening in the ship. She needed to act quickly, since she highly doubted that the pirates would be gone for long. Climbing down to the level below, she set to work.

There was quite a bit of equipment from the wreck that was still useful. Sadly, there were just as many openings scattered across the vessel. Sorting through several crates, she grabbed a few thermal detonators, some more charges for her rifle and a DLT-19D heavy blaster rifle. Taking the heavy blaster, she slid it into one of the openings just enough for it to sit properly. Then she took eight thermal detonators, covered them in a little mud so they wouldn't stand out and tossed them into the opening near any location the pirates could take cover. Keeping the rest in a satchel she climbed back to her original position.

Alara settled in and waited pulling off her helmet, she gave her new facial scars a quick check to see how they were holding up. Her fingers gently ran across them, a stark reminder of how nasty Felucia's wildlife could be. Then she heard it, not the sound of pirates coming through the forest, but the roar of engines. Alara froze as she wondered if the pirates were really upping their game and bringing heavy reinforcements. Putting her helmet back on, she grabbed her macrobinoculars and panned the sky. The target came in view quickly, an M30-S Krayt gunship was passing overhead. Zooming in, she could see people jumping out of it with jetpacks. Their armor, oh their was unmistakable. Her message must have reached Mandalore and not a moment to soon. She watched the mandos decend before landing near the beginning of the ships crash point.

This feeling of relief was short lived as a new sound caught her attention. "Blast!" She quietly cursed to herself. The pirates seem to have impeccably bad timing. Grabbing her rifle, she zeroed it in on the first pirate. Letting out a slow breath, she gently squeezed the trigger. Pirates scattered as their comrade hit the mud. Alara fired a few more rounds, pushing them into cover. Aiming at a detonator, she fired. The explosion took out two more pirates. Abandoning her spot, she jumped down to the lower level. Grabbing hold of the heavy blaster and letting unload a hail of blaster fire from her new position. Hopefully the team that just landed got her quick and in one piece.

Aloy Vizsla Marimax Mortui Eliz Krayt Kes Stag

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

E N G A G E

Tag: Alara Ordo | Kes Stag | Kranak Vizsla | Eliz Krayt | Marimax Mortui |

Aloy immediately activated her scan pulsar as she approached the wreckage, Her neural-linked helm collecting data and highlighting both electric and organic signatures even through walls around her in a quick blip of feedback with little more than a brain wave.
Immediately it began highlighting signatures ahead of her, Starting with what looked like a fellow mandalorian inside the wreckage, Followed by something less desirable. A dozen or more armed signatures entering the clearing dead ahead.

∗Pew∗

A heavy blaster shot tears through the air and through one of the pirates from within the wreckage before she can even react, Prompting her to shout at her men over her shoulder <"Friendly inside, Pirates 12'o clock!">

That was all she said before leaping into the air, Her jump pack boosting her just high enough to land with a metallic ∗thud∗ against the wreckage as she stood atop the ship, Quickly blasting 4 of the pirates down herself with her heavy particle pistols, Each shot echoing in a loud ∗pop∗ throughout the clearing as orange particle beams tore through flesh and melted armor, Knocking weequay and other pirates to the ground or back out of the clearing each time.

A few heavy blaster rounds dissipate or bounce off her beskar armor, Prompting her to hop back and descend down a hole through the ship's husk, Landing right next to Alara Ordo with her cybernetic claws gripping the muddy soil beneath in a crouched position.

<"You good, Vod?">

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

Location: Felucia, Near Crashsite

Local Time: 11:40

Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-

Objective: Investigate the Crash Site

Equipment: See Character Bio

He halted and went into a low-crouch stance immediately as soon as he heard a series of blaster fire in close proximity, about sixty meters to their north east and reported [“Blaster fire, unknown contact, sixty meters, due northeast, bearing 026.”] over his commlink. His words were soon followed by a small explosion. Despite knowing the next logical action to take, he glanced at his Alor, awaiting orders from her.

She responded replying <”Friendly inside, Pirates 12’o clock!> after a short pause. She jumped towards the blaster fire and left his line of sight. He quickly stood back up and followed suit. He broke into a sprint to get in position. He was closing in and he could hear more blaster fire coming from up ahead, increasing in intensity. After running through the thick vegetation towards the crash site, he finally had some good sightlines. From his position he saw multiple Weequay gunmen closing in on the crash site. He saw a couple of them lying on the ground, unmoving. He looked for cover with haste, before engaging the hostiles. He took cover behind a large, fallen down tree log and rested his Westar-M5 on it to further stabilize his blaster. He started shooting in short, controlled bursts at the closest gunmen. The gunmen tumbled to the ground as Kranak shot him. He moved on to the next target. But before he could do, he received return fire from the tree-line to his left. There was more of them coming from his northwest. [“New group of contacts! Thirty meters, northwest! Bearing 345!”] he reported in as he returned fire to that direction. He cut down three more of them as he did, but he still spotted movement from that direction.

He decided to use one of his AFG Type 2’s to burn them out of the tree-line. With his non-dominant left hand, he removed the grenade from his bandoleer, removed the pin and released the spoon. He held the grenade in his hand for two seconds and chucked it at the tree-line to his left. It landed on the ground, about fifteen meters into the tree-line. After a few seconds following a short hiss and an explosion, the tree-line was coated with the incendiary chemicals. A group of gunmen inside the tree-line was coated with them, as well. They flailed their arms left and right as they dropped their weapons. Some dropped on the ground and rolled as they screamed of agony. The chemical burned through their clothing into their skin and flesh. He put them out of their misery shortly after. They didn’t need to suffer too much.

He glanced at her Alor, she was standing on top of the crashed ship, but she jumped down after she took a few blaster bolts to her chest plate. They ricochet off the chest plate harmlessly. He returned fire towards the general direction of the contacts that fired at his Alor. After glancing back at his Alor, he saw her landed next to the friendly, standing right next to a Mandalorian. He was not sure if the Mandalorian needed medical attention, he was unable to discern a visible wound from here. He would need to get closer for that, but there was a time and place to dispense combat medical aid and now as not the time, he needed to hold a secure perimeter around the crash site, holding off the gunmen.

Tags: Alara Ordo | Aloy Vizsla | Eliz Krayt | Kes Stag | Marimax Mortui

 

[Kes Stag]

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Location: Felucia
Objective: Assist the Pirates
Tags: Alara Ordo Aloy Vizsla Kranak Vizsla Eliz Krayt Marimax Mortui
Equipment: See Bio

Kes watched as Alara emerged from her position gunning down pirates. That wasn't too much of a concern, they were pirates after all. There was one bigger problem. "Auset. You didn't tell me you were stealing from a mandalorian." The nikto quickly replied over the holocommunicator. "So what. I steal from other Nikto all the time." Kes shook his head and watched as a squad of other mandalorians quickly descended, firing on more of the pirates. "You are asking me to do a lot." Kes said. He heard the Nikto let out a low growl. "You owe us Kes. I was nice enough not to kill you and make off with your beskar as payment. If you fail, I'll be sure to take your ship and your merchandise as compensation." Kes turned his head at the thought. That was his only ticket off planet. It also held some of his more illegal and expensive weapons. The Nikto spoke once more. "As some... motivation I'll give you a small cut of the spice if you get it."

Kes stood up and looked to the mandalorians who were know firing at the crumbling first wave. "Kark me." he said to himself. Today was not his day. He looked to a pirate on his left. "Send out the rest. If we can overwhelm them we might have a chance." The pirate looked at Kes and spoke. "They got a strong perimeter set up we'll be gunned down!" he said as Kes stowed away his Carbine and grabbed two thermal detonators from under his poncho. "I'll do my best to break it. Just give me some covering fire." Soon another wave of pirates charged from the forest, these were more heavily armed then the initial fodder they had sent out.

As they charged hopelessly towards the mandalorian position firing blindly Kes readied himself, thermal detonator in each hand. His 'fellow' mandalorians had done him a favour establishing such a tight perimeter, made his job a bit easier. Kes moved one foot back and leaned slightly forward and as he did so his jetpack came to life. In an instant it shot him forward and out of the jungle right towards the crashed ship. He activated the thermal detonators as he rocketed towards them before letting them both go, letting the momentum from his flight to guide them towards mandalorian perimeter. As soon as he let go he zipped over them and behind them before allowing himself to hover in the air. Waiting to see if the detonators had done their job. He knew their beskar would give them good protection if they got out of its immediate blast range in time, he just needed their perimeter to break and disrupt their fire.

 

[Eliz Krayt]

Wait. Combat? Eliz immediately panicked as the gunfire erupted from the treeline. He was quick to follow Aloy Vizsla and Kranak Vizsla into the wreckage to stay safe from the erupting blaster fire. He wasn't like the others, no full beskar'gam. Just the helmet. At least that allowed him to peak out here and there and take a couple pot shots. Not that he could hit anything in the blind and panicked firing he was doing.

There was way more than he could of expected. Enemies. Pirates? That's what he heard Aloy say. No, not just pirates. Eliz caught it just in time as he glanced up to a sign of movement. Another Mandalorian? He didn't recognize the suit, but he did recognize the grenades being dropped. Panic set in immediately as he lifted his blaster.

No, stay calm. Take a breath. Squeeze. His first shot went off and nailed one of the detonators, causing it to explode in the sky. The other? "Grenade! Get down!"

Alara Ordo | Kes Stag

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

Location: Felucia, Near Crash Site

Local Time: 11:45

Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-

Objective: Secure the Crash Site

Equipment: See Character Bio



He could see movement in the tree-line again as the skirmish raged on. The incendiary grenade he threw earlier had burned out at least six of the gunmen out of the tree-line, but he could still hear short yelling of commands coming from the tree-line. He was not sure how far away they were. He was not sure how many hostiles they were engaging, but by the looks of it there would be more on route to the crash site. He pointed his blaster towards the tree-line after hearing the voices of more Weequay gunmen.

He could not see where they were as bushes and trees were in the way. But that did not mean he could not hit what he could not see. The sound of his Westar-M5 split the air as he laid down suppressing fire into the tree-line, swaying his rifle from side to side to suppress a wider area. He heard a few yelps coming from the tree-line as he did. That meant he either wounded or killed a few more of the gunmen. The discharging sound of his blaster started to change ever so slightly as he burned down his power cell magazine.

The change indicated that he was about to run out blaster bolts. He ducked behind the large tree log and took a fresh power cell magazine for his Westar-M5 from one of his magazine pouches. He gave a glance at the youth ( Eliz Krayt ) taking cover next to him. All things considered he was doing fine for now. He saw him shoot a few blaster bolts with his heavy blaster pointed at the air. <Was it a new contact?> he inquired to himself as he slightly raised his head out of cover to peak at what the youth was shooting at. A silhouette flew past them above in a high speed. He could not identify the contact from his angle, but he saw something explode mid-air, shot by the youth.

Shortly after the explosion he heard the youth shout “Grenade! Get down!” at the top of his lungs. He could see another grenade headed towards them in the air! <Osik!> The youth was not armored; he only had his helmet. He had to protect him. He dropped the fresh magazine from his left hand instantly and lunged over at the youth, knocking him to the ground as he shouted [“GET DOWN!”] He made sure not to lean too heavily on him as he did not want to crush him under his weight. He shielded the youth from the blast as he hunkered down on him. The grenade detonated a few seconds later in the air, about seven meters above them mid-air with a deafening explosion.

They were not within the fatality radius of the explosion, but they were in the casualty radius of fifteen meters. He felt the hot fragments contact with his backpack and the back plates of his armor. He clenched his teeth as he felt some of the fragmentations cut into his flesh, getting through the gaps of his armor plates. He felt the ground slide from beneath him as the explosion threw him away to the left about five meters, with his Kama rippling violently while he was thrown. His surroundings blurred as he was thrown away from the explosion. He landed flat on his back afterwards, knocked out unconscious for the moment.

Tags: Alara Ordo | Aloy Vizsla | Kes Stag | Marimax Mortui

 

[Marimax Mortui]

Gear:
Trauma and Blackout
Rapture
XX​

Objective: En-Route To The Party




Traversing through a jungle where dangers and the threat of being eaten alive lurked at every corner, which seemed to be the theme of planet, kept the big Mandalorian from making good timing. Several times through this trek he looked skyward, hoping to find a break in the canopies above; taking full advantage of his jetpack to reach the distress signal. Then off in the distance, blaster fire. Then more. And again ripping through the jungle, heavier blaster fire. Tossing caution to the wind, he charged through the heavy foliage toward the sounds, hoping not to attract a Felucian Ripper or fall into a Sarlacc pit.

Crashing through, he stumbled onto the backend of a wreckage, where several bodies were engaged into combat festivities. Nearby an explosion rocked the area tossing dirt, rocks, plants, and fragments of metal all around. From his peripheral vision, he caught movement from the tree lines. It didn't take long for Marimax to gauge ally from foe. Raising his left arm, he fired from the wrist-mounted rocket launcher one of his creations ,introducing himself to the enemy. While the rocket cruised to meet the enemy, he swung Rapture's barrel in the same direction and opened fired as he moved quickly to find both cover and what the kriff was going on. The rocket met with success, sending bits of the enemy into the air, setting some on fire.

"Marimax of Clan Mortui," he called out to his potential allies as he reached a piece of the wreckage that would provide enough cover for now. "Anyone care to indulge me with what or who we are dealing with?"



Alara Ordo / Aloy Vizsla / Kes Stag / Eliz Krayt / Kranak Vizsla​