We used to be proud of what we do [Silver Jedi Order]

[Draven Dursden]

Draven had slipped on to the ship relatively unnoticed, and spent the majority of the trip sitting tucked away, deep in his own thoughts, reflecting over his master's training and his lightsaber combat, reliving sparring matches in his mind over and over again to make sure he had it down pact. The Padawan then looked up, as the ropes fell from the ship. It was go time. The Padawan stood up, cracking his neck and knuckles, then lightsabers firmly secured at his hips, he leapt on to the rope, sliding down. It was not the smoothest of the group's drops by any means, but he did manage to keep ahold of it, his face was set in a determined frown, grim as he looked about, customary spiked hair contrasting with his relatively lean armor and robes which were very put together. His boots squelched into the soft muddy ground and he simply listened to the woman Jedi dole out orders and assess other's knowledge. He crossed his arms, not saying a word as he waited to be spoken to, his eyes still adjusting to the harsh bright light.

This was the Padawan's first real excursion and he was looking forward to it. His saber training had been going extremely well, and this lead to some confidence if it came to combat, he would be able to deal with it. Nonetheless he fingered his saber hilt gently, not feeling totally secure unless his hands were touching the warm metal. His two light sabers comforted him, something which he took great solace in. The Padawan tried to maintain his lazy, uncaring demeanor while being as alert as a whip cord, eyes flicking from tree to tree, watching for potential dangers. This would certainly be something.

[member="Stephanie Swail"] [member="Kat Decoria"] [member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Roona Osmari"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]

 

[Marl]

Marl had been silent during the briefing and the entire trip to Trandosha. He had only one mission. Bring Valkren home. For the past few months Marl had been traveling the galaxy trying to come to peace with his new life after the clone wars. But after hearing Valkren, his brother, had been confirmed to be MIA, it led to Marl take the first flight to Kashyyyk to sign up for he rescue mission. He ran up to the Togrutan Padawan, who had seemingly taken charge of the rescue mission.

“I’ll take point if no one else does, General.” Marl said, he knew that she wasn’t a general but it slipped out, feeling natural to Marl calling a Jedi that was in charge a General. “I know what the lizards are capable of.”

During the Clone Wars he had come toe to toe with a trandoshan before. The trando he faced had been part of a cell of mercenaries employed by separatist forces to give them the edge in battle with a large force of droids and a small number of experienced fighters it’s hard to stop a separatist advance. Marl remembered the Trando to be quick and agile, and if they were walking into a trap, Marl knew they were in trouble. He held his blaster slightly tighter at the thought and kept his head up if they were going to attack it would almost be certainly from the high ground.

[member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Sefain Gatholil"] [member="Stephanie Swail"] [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] [member="Kat Decoria"] [member="Roona Osmari"] [member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

Sukai kept silent as thing went underway, Jedi general [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] issuing orders out to the present trooper and force users, giving her the task as rear guard, not a bad job mind you, and something she was more then capable of, no one would sneak up on her. "Hai, right away", with a spinning force leap the young Jin left the company of the current squad member's, taking up position a small ways behind them all, keeping her sensed pealed, looking for any disturbance, though conventional mean, the force and her 'other' abilities.

The problem was not being sensed herself, the native lizard faces of this planet had thermal vision and where renown trackers/hunters, and though her robes kept her hidden from their site mostly, the same could not be said for the others, it was a matter of spotting them before they spotted everyone else.

[member="Marl"] l [member="Draven Dursden"] l @Sefain Gatholil l [member="Stephanie Swail"] l @Roona Osmari

 

[Draven Dursden]

Draven turned to Marl, noticing him for the first time and a smile playing along his lips as he waved, "You decided to show up old man!" He exclaimed, his smirk growing wider as he finally said to the man, "Good to have you here Marl." In a lower register of voice, obviously a sincere statement. He then continued to look about, taking in the surroundings, saying absent minded, "At least someone on this mission will have some idea of what they are doing." That infuriating childish smirk never seemed to leave his face, it was as if Draven always found something to be amused about. His sparkling blue eyes took it all in, while still in his childish custom, always interested in this or that, tinkering here or there. He continued to finger his light saber though, one has a hard time exploring the things they are curious about if they are dead.

[member="Marl"]

 

[Valkren Calderon]

The swamp alone was a trek, even with the short distance their drop zone was from the convoy, the knee high sludge and water made most of it difficult. However, eventually the strike force would reach the mouth of the 'valley' that the destroyed line of vehicles and transports were resting in. The wreckage was suddenly illuminated as their unmarked drop ship roared overhead once again, using a single spotlight attached to the underside of the ship's nose to do a quick sweep over all the damage. The ship would rotate soon after, bringing it's spotlight's vision up to the top of the hills on either side of the convoy to do a secondary sweep of the perimeter.

"Team leads, anyone got eyes on a Ranger body down there? Need to know if any of our boys made it out. Get in closer and we'll keep your team covered from up here. Door gunners, eyes on those treelines!" The copilot would transmit via communicator to the group on the ground, giving an all clear to the Jedi and Marine Rangers to make their way into the convoy.

The bodies that littered the area would be a mix of different species, their armor ragged and seemingly salvaged. However, individual shoulder plates, knee pads, and gloves seemed to be ripped straight from spare katarn plating. It was unclear wether these were items taken from a true spare set of Katarn combat armor, or just from a ranger's corpse. Still, there were no bodies around the vehicles or transports that were recognizable rangers.

Deeper into the carnage, a clear 'crater' like hole rested in the dirt between the two heavy transports, giving up the idea that a high-explosive round went off, or hit, directly in the middle of the convoy. One of the marine rangers used the step-bar of one of the SGV's, reaching up to pull down a corpse that rested on the vehicle's rear weapon-emplacement, letting the body fall into the dirt before speaking up as he went to examine it.

"These sure look like some heavy duty transports."

"Militia must have needed 'em for a pretty good reason." Another marine responded to his comrade, looking back from his line of sight momentarily to glance at the body his ally had just examined.

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30 Minutes prior to strike team's insertion to convoy.​

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"Clark just got back from the nest, confirms it. Looks like the rescue team just got here."

"They headed for the convoy?"

"Yeah, our SGV's distress beacon must still be active..But if our people picked it up, scavengers must've too." Lieutenant Konrad Harris's voice pierced the darkness in response to the colonel's.

"Force, they'll literally be swamped with enemies."

"Not the best scenario for that joke, Lowder."

"I'll work on my timing." Specialist Jim Lowder's obvious voice came into play in the pitch-black darkness.

"Crap-jokes aside, we need to beat them there. Communicators are fried so once we get there..Watch for blue-on-blue contact. With whatever chaos is coming to that kill zone, it's possible that some friendlies will mistake us for the enemy."

"Great, I love when our own guys shoot me in the ass."

"I'm sure you appreciate any attention to that thing, sir."

"I swear one of these days, I'm going to have you-"

"Alright, let's cut the chatter now. Need to go help out the QRF." Valkren, enjoying his team's shenanigans as much as the next grunt, cut his team's voices short, assuring that they were prepared for what was about to come next.

"Helping out a quick-reaction-force? Guess there's a first for everything." The specialist's obnoxious voice cut back through, just as he pulled away a rugged 'curtain' that protected their hide-away from the moonlight.

Seven special warfighter combatants suddenly appeared from their 'hiding' spots. Their katarn armor ragged, plates few and far between, and their usual illuminated visors were rather dull and grey, a lack of power to their HUDs. Two of the group clambered up into one of the remaining Skyfall-ground-vehicles.

The Raiders moved out, hoping to get into position to overlook the wreckage before any other parties reached the same destination.

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On board the drop ship, the crew chief operating the door-gun on the left side squinted from behind his visor, swinging his weapon to one of the hills to the direct right of the direction the convoy was facing. He blinked momentarily, confirming in a sense that he was actually spotting some kind of motion in the darkness between the trees. Double checking himself once more, taking a glance away and then back to that spot as to not spook the strike team to a false direction.

After his second check, he was well assured that there was in fact some kind of movement in that darkness.

"I've got movement! Right hilltop! Strike team's two o'clock!"

"Ground team, we've spotted movement on the hilltop to the direct right of the convoy. Do you have eyes on the contact?"

[member="Draven Dursden"] | [member="Marl"] | [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Roona Osmari"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Sefain Gatholil"] | [member="Kat Decoria"]

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[Marl]

Marl hadn’t seen anything yet. The HUD from his armor typically does a good job of highlighting enemies. as Marl looked back at the rangers a blaster bolt whizzes by his head hitting a ranger in the chest.

“SNIPER! Get behind cover! Form a perimeter!” He yelled at the rangers as he dived behind a log, a Jedi would have no problem deflecting a sniper’s blaster but a NFU would be nothing more than a sitting duck in the open.

Marl then responded to the Chief through the commlink “No eyes on contact, we’re pinned down by sniper fire. One ranger down. We set up a defensive perimiter in the swamp.” Marl lifted his head slightly to check the area ahead of him. It was empty. Suddenly a blasterbolt streaked through the air and hit the log he was behind. “I believe I got the position of the sniper, sending coordinates now.” Marl said through the commlink as he typed in coordinates.

Marl assumed that they would do a pincer maneuver and try to get the strike team in one thorough advance.

“I want all rangers prepared for the flank!” He yelled out to the men.

[member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"][member="Sefain Gatholil"][member="Stephanie Swail"][member="Kat Decoria"][member="Roona Osmari"]

 

[Lord Combattere]

Drifting through space having no idea on where to go drifting alone as a Jedi padawan with only a week of experience and a dead master he detects a signal from another ship and makes a communication attempt.

" Hello, hello can you hear me this is padawan Jimmy Carvan I was sent to a mission on Alderann with master Kifo but we ran into some issues and he was killed I've been drifting for days I need help "

With no immediate response, he waits for a stronger signal or response.

[member="Valkren Calderon"]
[member="Roona Osmari"]

 

[Roona Osmari]

Still crouching in the brush, Roona surveyed the scene through the scope of her rifle. The vehicles that made up the wreckage were certainly damaged, but otherwise intact – a ripe prize for any that wanted to try and strip them for parts. Narrowing her gaze upon some of the bodies on the swampy ground, she let her sharp eyes sweep over their armor. The armor of the Raiders was very familiar to Roona, as she worked alongside them every day, and their Katarn armor featured personalized markings that would make them stand out. The bodies she could see did not have any details that would identify them as members of the Rangers; she guessed that they were the rag-tag sort that lifted any bits of armor they could find.

There was a small sense of relief that found Roona, it seemed that the Raiders had at least made it away from this place. But there wasn’t time to linger on this thought.

Her comm crackled to life – movement on the hill. Shifting her attention quickly, she turned the scope towards the coordinates called out. Sure enough, there was movement against the darkness. It was very slight, branches and jungle foliage moved ever slightly. And then, shadows rose up – the figures of their approaching enemy. That wasn’t all, it seemed.

Roona was quick to respond, but not quite fast enough. There was an enemy sniper that had a bit of a heads up on them. Swearing under her breath, she tore her eyes away from the shadows of the approaching foes and took to scanning the brush and trees around them. If they were natives of this world, their enemies would certainly have a bit of an advantage – they probably knew this place well.

Another shot came piercing through the swamp.

It was enough for the sergeant to pin-point the direction. The end of her rifle point up towards the trees now, finding a tree stand that was camouflaged quite well. Perhaps this area was used for… hunting. Drawing in a quick breath, she pulled the trigger – she utilized her grasp of the force to direct the slug to its destination. A moment later, the body on the tree stand went limp and then fell to the marshy ground.

There was an unfamiliar voice over her comm system now – one asking for assistance. However, it was background noise for the moment. The sergeant was now focused on picking off hostiles in the distance, taking them out before they could get too close. Of course, their numbers were enough that some made it through… but she was sure that their marines would make quick work of them.

[member="Marl"], [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], [member="Draven Dursden"], [member="Sky'ito Yumi"]

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[member="Lord Combattere"] - Hello! Unfortunately, we're on a stealth mission right now... so your character might be waiting a while to be rescued! If you do want to stick around, we'll try to pick you up when the mission is over. Please feel free to PM me or Valkren if you have questions!

 

[Valkren Calderon]

From the hilltop on to the direct right of the smoldering convoy and the marine rangers positions, came an almost horrid sight to those that could realize what was coming. From within the trees, body after body began appearing underneath the moon light, each person a different species and toting a different firearm, if they even had a firearm at all. Some of the combatants that rushed out from underneath the trees and out of the swamps carried sticks, blades, and even hammers, while some didn't even seem to need those weapons either.

The trandoshans were obviously a reoccurring sight within this group, the large reptile like beings traveling between tree stumps and local flora with quite ease. Anyone with any basic knowledge of the lizards, knew that their culture and planet circulated around hunting, and how well they could track and navigate through areas like the one the convoy was stuck in.

Tonight, they were hunting their next payday. To the hundreds that suddenly appeared from the woods, snaking down the hill toward the the scrap metal that rested on the transports and gear left behind by the deceased was the prettiest paycheck any of them could think of, the supplies that the marines and Jedi had brought were just a bonus.

The scene erupted in blaster bolts and slugs, all coming from the horde that attempted to make their way down the hill. The rounds peppered the area of the transports, bouncing off of the scrap metal and into the dirt and mud around the scorched earth. Marines began to make their way into cover, as anyone in the open at this moment was surely looking for a death wish.

Some went behind the transports and SGVs, while others clambered into the crater that separated the two larger vehicles.

Up above, the co-pilot and pilot of the drop ship couldn't believe their eyes as the ship rotated slowly. They began to think about sending out a transmission to the disguised salvage ship that was making it's round about the planet's orbit, but they'd be breaking their protocol in directly involving the silver Jedi forces. Nonetheless, their thoughts were cut short as rounds began to be directed at them. With no immediate threat from the small-arms fire, the crew held their composure, yelling out locations and barking out orders to the door gunners on either side of the ship. Streams of blue blaster fire came from their weapons, doing their best to keep the scavengers from reaching the convoy.

However, even with the marksmanship of Sergeant Osmari and the coordinates given to the drop ship, it proved quite a difficult task to keep the enemy at bay.

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Radama Raiders, Distance from strike team: Unknown.​

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Calderon and four other raiders walked cautiously in front of their last standing SGV, the four wheeled-transport rolling slowly behind the squad of commandos while the manned emplacement on the bed of the vehicle scanned the surrounding area. Valkren lifted his fist up in the air, signaling for the team to stop. The engine of the jeep-like transport cut off, and the four others crouched along with the colonel to survey the perimeter.

Gunshots..No, blasters? Slugs? Both.

"Hear that?"

"When do we ever not hear that?" Lowder spoke sarcastically, lowering his weapon slightly to look out in the direction of the gunshots.

"Looks like we're going to be late to the party."

"Think our people will hold in there?"

In truth, Valkren had no idea who they had sent as a rescue party for his team. He had to assume that they'd send a force of rangers, wether experienced or not, he'd put his trust in them. What he wasn't sure of was that if any Jedi had come along. Their assistance would certainly be appreciated, but they'd be in a different kind of fight in these swamps and terrain.

"They'll hold. Come on, we can still get there in time!" With that, the vehicle behind them cranked back to life, following the lead of Valkren as he trotted forward toward his allies in the distance.

He prayed they could hold.

[member="Draven Dursden"] | [member="Marl"] | [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Roona Osmari"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Sefain Gatholil"] | [member="Kat Decoria"]

 

[Draven Dursden]

Draven reeled, his ears ringing as he had just barely deflected the blaster which hit his saber with enough force to send the teen flying a couple feet and landing completely laid out on his back beside Marl, he groaned and muttered, "Son of-" And another blaster round cracked over their cover. He slowly rolled over as deafening silence crept in, only interrupted by other cracks of blaster fire.

The Padawan inched forwards and leaned up against the log beside Marl, saying, his voice calm and surprisingly steady as he explained his purposed plan, "Marl, let the jedi go straight up the center, we can block blaster fire and slug throwers, granted to a lesser degree. With their focus on us, will be too easy to catch them in your pincer." He also gestured to the various trees and rocks strewn about the area in front of him, ducking back down as a spray of fire found its way across the log the two were hiding behind. A rather large tree blocked the incoming fire from up the hill, and would be his next spot to dodge behind. The teen lets out a shaky breath and gently squeezes the moss covered log."We should be alright." He mumbles this more to himself than the ranger beside him. Draven smirks and then adds in his boyish, childish manner, "Not really asking for your approval, more of a heads up."

His voice crackles over coms, battle suits warm metal battle mask constructing its self around his face. Cool, clean air flooded his lungs, and coms crackled as he chirped into them, "All saber users go straight up the middle, and draw their fire, keep them distracted so the rangers can pincher them. See you fellas on the other side." Then his coms closed, finally with a high pitched, amused chuckle, he disappeared over the log and into the storm of blaster and slug fire, purple sabers both igniting and whirling with incredible speed.

[member="Roona Osmari"][member="Valkren Calderon"]@Marl@Sky'ito Yumi

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

Sukai had sensed something approaching the site long before the drop ship had alerted to group to movement, but for the most part she was unable to recognize if it was a mere animal coming on the smell of the dead, or simply a tree branch of something flowing down the swampy river nearby. All that she could do was remain on watch for any definite confirmation, not wanting to break formation in case it was a trap to lure her away from the group, but it did put her on edge, having one hand grasping the hilt of her sabre staff, ready to be used on a moment’s notice.

Before she knew it sounds of blaster fire erupted from the hills, snipers trying to pick off those among to squad from a distance, though quickly being silenced by one of the force sensitive rangers, though that barely made a dent in the rush of aliens and marauders that suddenly came rushing over the hill. Some charged head long into the fray, others, mainly the natives of this world, were stealthier, slithering from cover to cover, while others stood from afar, peppering the Rangers around the convoy.

Still, it seemed that herself had remained hidden from those attacking, well most of them to not be considered an immediate threat giving Sukai the element of surprise, now she just had to use it to the most effectiveness. Her chance came when the onrush of creatures reached just below her, still charging despite the counter fire from the rangers, "let’s just hope this works". This hiss of a sabre could be heard over the heads of some of the attackers as a purple blur soon sent upon them, spinning around with terrifying speed as it sliced through several men before continuing its path of destruction behind enemy lines. The plan of this attack, to try and confuse the enemy and maybe draw some of their fire away from the main group.

[member="Draven Dursden"] l [member="Valkren Calderon"] l [member="Roona Osmari"] l [member="Marl"]

 

[Draven Dursden]

Legs aching, lungs burning, cold air rushing down his throat and being spat out, these where the feelings which Draven felt as he rushed head long into the thick of the fire. He whirled his sabers furiously, his chosen style of saber combat, Juyo, served him well, the two purple sabers whirling, almost seeming like multiple at once, finally he reached the large tree which clawed up into the sky, and pressed his back to it. Thousands of bullets, lasers and every other kind of projectile whizzed past.He spoke into the coms once again, "Continue the distraction for the rangers to get in position. I am breaking off to go retrieve Sukai, do not wait up. Keep tight and watch one and other's backs. DO NOT loose focus. I will go get her, stay on target." Draven then kneeled down, and in the craze of battle, pressed his two saber hilts together, as series of gears grinding and clicking one at a time, slowly forcing and melding the two individual forms together to create the broad saber, as Draven called it. The two sabers were now connected through the hilt, both blades ending in the same handle, and both were extended farther than the average saber, almost as tall as a man. The blades burned hot, and rippled with unstable energy as Draven took a deep breath and swung out from behind the tree, whirling the massive light saber with incredible speed and agility, he roared as flecks of melted slug thrower bullets found their way on to his face, burning deep holes in it. He was unfazed though, stop swinging, and he dies. Draven came up on one of the lizard like inhabitants of the planet.

Draven dodged under a blaster shot which was set off faster than his reflexes could react. The laser slid across his face, catching him just in the cheek, and he roared as the glancing shot absolutely obliterated his ear, Draven fell back, and two more shots grazed his armor, the plates just barely saving him from death. As he landed in the thick sticky mud under him, the Padawan whirled his legs, kicking the lizard's out from underneath him, and bringing him down on the ground along with him. At this point, it was a wrestling match for the saber, the boy and lizard creature fought in the muck, blasters and bullets whizzing by, its clawed, strong hands clenched against his smaller, calloused ones, both death gripped around the lightsaber hilt. The fight was vicious. The lizard creature released the saber just long enough to punch Draven directly in the mouth, the warm iron tasting liquid of blood flooded into his pallet. Draven spit the dark red, almost black blood, into the lizards face, and lunged forwards, head butting it directly in the nose, sending its own pitch black blood spewing. He kicked and wrestled with it in the dirt, ignited lightsaber waving dangerously between them.

Eventually Draven went down underneath the creature, hissing and panting as its muscles bulged, pressing the saber closer and closer to Draven's face, Draven screamed as the burning hot saber pressed its self to the right side of his face, the one which had already been mangled by a blaster, and ear was missing. His scream turned into a roar as he mustered his strength, and with a well timed force blast, sent the creature flying head over heels backwards, sadly, its death grip on the saber had not changed. Draven felt a slug slam home into his chest plate, and sent the boy flying backwards into the mud once again, he slipped and slid, struggling to get to his feet over and over again, clawing his way towards the dazed creature which still clutched his lightsaber, blasters snapping past his face. Finally the Padawan made it to the creature which had only just sat up, he leapt on top of it like a snake pouncing on its prey. His hands reached its neck, and he felt the scales crack and snap as he squeezed down, roaring furiously. The lizard man squealed and rose to its feet, grabbing Draven by his own neck, swinging him back and forth like a flag on a pole, the Padawan held on for dear life. He slowly realized that he would not win this choking contest, the creature was much larger, and stronger, so Draven did the only thing he could think of. He let go of its neck, and brought his hands down on the creature's locked arms, throwing himself forwards and sinking his teeth into its neck, then, biting for all he was worth.

It was quite possibly one of the most disgusting tastes he had ever had the pleasure of gracing his mouth with, but it did the trick. The creature flung him away from it, not unlike a toddler who had enough of its favorite toy. And clutched its neck, Draven's saber now laid on the ground beside it, discarded. Draven, using the force, brought it towards him, the ignited saber twirling through the air, and like a well pitched ball, landed solidly in his hand. The creature's eyes bulged as he lopped off its head, and hands, since they happened to be clutching the neck area where he cut through. Draven grabbed the enormous body, with black blood, red blood, and mud and grim covering him, slowly the to be jedi would make his way forwards, one step at a time towards Sukai.

[member="Sky'ito Yumi"]

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Intellectually she'd known the attack was coming, it was inevitable, someone had taken out the Raider's patrol so it was only a matter of time before they turned their attention onto the rescue convoy. However, the Padawan hadn't been prepared for the sheer vehemence of the attack, the number of blaster bolts and slugs flying through the air seemed to replace the rain that normally fell in the swamp. The young woman was maybe half a second, a second later than she normally would as her senses struggled to collect themselves. It slowed her down just long enough for Draven to bound out in front of the group, his lightsabers flashing as he wove a defence, and then he was gone, leaping away behind them into a hail of rain and fire.

The Padawan threw herself forward, her lightsaber flying off her belt to smack into her hand as the silver blade ignited as she took up a guard, her blade whirling as she batted blasters out of the air. The lightsaber span, her blade almost a wall in the air as she took a step back and to the side as a blaster shot past her head, burning out in the ground near a very surprised master sergeant. "Well you heard the plan boys, let's light them up."

The Marines hit their jetpacks, the machines flaring to life as they literally flew out of the pathway, throwing themselves to the ground on either side, hunkering down behind the mounds of the hill. "Corp...this mud's gonna get my armour all mucked up!" "Wilkins, if you don't shut your mouth and start shooting mucked up armour's gonna be the least of your problems." They may not have much in the way of long-range weapons, but their rifles were more than good enough to pul a steady stream of fire at their attackers as the red-skinned Togruta provided a distraction, a bulwark to draw the fire even as it forced ber back one step after another.

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[Marl]

Blaster bolts were flying around. But Draven was right the tangos would be drawn to taking out the Jedi which would allow the rangers to flank the enemies. “I like it kid. I’ll buy you a beer if we bet out of this.”

But it seemed for every tango they took out the more that would come around. A thermal detonator landed right in front of the fallen log Marl was behind, he dived just as it detonated throwing up chunks of wood, dirt and Debris. The log was no more and his cover was compromised. Marl had lost his blaster rifle when he dived so he took out dual DC-17 hand blasters he kept around just in case. The Rangers have lost about a fourth of their original number, but with Jedi on their sides it should remain around that number.

“I want you four hitting the left flank. Don’t go too far ahead.” He said to a group of rangers.

He looked over to one soldier that had just jet-packed his way next to Marl. He had been complaining when he landed getting dirt on his clean armor “Wilkins, your not a shiny anymore. I want you hitting the right flank. Don’t go too far up.” Wilkins stared at him for a second. “Are you waiting for the battle to be over?! Doubletime Wilkins!” He said as he shoved him towards the way he was supposed to be going. They don’t make them how they used to anymore.

“Marl to gunship, over.” Marl spoke into his Commlink. “Any chance we can get a bombing run about a quarter click from my position?”



[member="Asaraa Vaashe"][member="Draven Dursden"][member="Sky'ito Yumi"][member="Valkren Calderon"][member="Roona Osmari"][member="Lord Combattere"]

 

[Roona Osmari]

The battle raged on.

Roona’s helmet peeked out of the brush to survey the scene. The Jedi were providing an adequate distraction, drawing much of the attention their way. However, it seemed that at least one of them was taking quite a beating – it was a young man, but that was all she could see from her vantage point. It was time to move. Keeping low to the ground, she started to advance slowly.

There was rather large tree up ahead, if she could make it there, it would provide ample cover… at least for a moment or two. But before she could reach that point, an explosive went off to her right – mud and dirt sprayed into the air. Throwing herself to the ground, her front pressed into the marshy ground. It was far enough away that she wasn’t caught in the way, but close enough to throw her off her guard.

As she moved to get up, her breath caught.

A sharp pain made her falter, almost falling back to the ground. Forcing herself to push for cover, she scrambled to her feet and ran – another round of fire followed her. Ducking behind the tree, she heard bullets impacting the hard wooden bark of the tree. With her back now pressed against the sturdy trunk, she let a gloved hand gently press against the tender spot between shoulder and neck. As she looked down, there was red marking her black glove now. She’d been hit.

The shock and adrenaline was wearing off now and dread was taking its place. Roona desperately attempted to lift her rifle again and gritted her teeth hard, but it was no use. Her left shoulder and arm protested with screaming pain. She couldn’t even hold her weapon correctly with her shoulder in this sorry state. Swearing under her breath, she let her rifle slowly lower to the ground. At least she still had use of her right arm, and she could still fire a blaster pistol.

Sure, it wouldn’t be her normal deadly precision, but it was better than nothing.

[member="Marl"], [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], [member="Draven Dursden"], [member="Sky'ito Yumi"], [member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

Sukai heard a cry of pain not far away, her heightened senses also picking up the sweet smell of freshly dram blood, not something you got from blaster bolts of sabres which usually cauterized wounds. Finishing off her closest opponent with a force push her head quickly turned around in time to witness [member="Draven Dursden"] bitting down on one of the Lizard faces arms, a tactic was usually something people did as a last ditch effort, second to kicking them in the gullies. She contemplated weather to help the man in his time of need, but in no time the man had retrieved his sabre, igniting the somewhat odd blade, swiftly decapitating the teethed enemy, something that looked rather gruesome.

Her time of rest came to an abrupt halt as one of the planets natives sent her flying with a powerful hit to the pelvis, from what seemed to be some sort of blunt broad sword cobbled together from scrap metal. An intense wrenching pain engulfing her lower half as her body dent with the blow before losing grip with the ground and ultimately being flown backwards towards the man who had... well Sukai did not know why he had come out here, did other suspect the young Jin to be in trouble? Whatever the case the two would have better odd working together, once she had gotten off the ground that is.

Grunting through the pain Sukai stumbled back to her feet mere feet from her Jedi companion, panting slightly with a hand resting against a small tree, "Ouch... That, hurt a lot... *gasp*, how are you doing"? Though her new robes where good at dealing with sharp force trauma, blasters and light sabres, nothing could really protect a person from blunt objects, lest wear a huge suit of armour, taking a small step, she winced slightly, a sharp in her lower rib, most definitely a broken bone of some sort. 'great now I have to pretend to be wounded for the rest of the mission until we get to a med bay'. Though bones took longer to heal then flesh, hers still repaired much faster than that of regular humans, at least at a rate that would be considered unnatural without use of medical equipment.

'new year goal, learn force healing', pushing through the pain Sukai stood back up to full height as she readied her sabre once again as the enemy started to surround the Jedi and... whatever she was technically, some of them cackling with cocky attitudes, others with angry glares. "Soo, you have a plan or something"? The enemy did not seem to have a leader, more a mod poised to attack until the enemy had been beaten or they all perished, but there had to be some way to rout the enemy? At least one that did not involve killing them all.

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[Draven Dursden]

Draven​ glances at the girl, [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] grunting, ​"Fight them until you drop. You got any fight left in you?" ​He swung the enormous broad saber back and forth, waiting for the opponent's to make the first move. The black blood of the lizard creature still covered the front of his chest plate, neck and chin, Draven spit out a thick glob of it, his entire right side of his face was burned badly from the laser blast which had just grazed it, the ear completely blown in half, lobe hanging limply, blood and cartilage hanging off it as he struggled to calm his breaths. The Padawan glanced at her growling, ​"I will cut you a hole to escape through. Get back to the rangers and help them lead their pincher assault, they will need a saber of you caliber on their side." ​Draven's chest heaved up and down, as he fell into the stance, preparing to fight using vaapad. Draven only used this style when odds were absolutely stacked against him, and there seemed little to no escape. It brought him too close to the darkside, using the enemies hate against them, and feeding off his own anger to create a vicious loop, feeding the darkness back into the enemy, but at the same time seeping into himself. This particular instance would be even more deadly to him, due to having to generate his own anger, yet keep it under control at the same time. If he did not, the darkness would overtake him and the Padawan would be lost. A shadow fell across his face as he steadied himself once more. Without waiting for her response, he gathered the force about himself, and launched into the chest of a foot soldier, a human. The broad saber clove through him as if he were butter, completely shearing him in half, and with a sickening, "Schlick" ​the torso and the legs fell away, separate. Two lizard natives opened fire on him, their blasters firing fast and furious. Draven twirled like a tornado of sabers, deflecting the bullets as the others opened fire. He then flung himself at the large lizard native, careful not to get too close this time, and slicing his blaster directly in half. Draven sank the saber into its thick skull. Black blood spewed up in a fountain, thick, tar like liquid covering Draven even more so as he slides the saber from its flesh sheathe. Draven looked back and forth wildly, searching for its brother, which had snuck up around the Padawan and leapt on his back, clawing into his chest and bringing a knife down into his shoulder. He screamed, lashing out wildly, the lizard's crushing weight on his back as he crashed into the others, just barely deflecting one or two blasters, his armor being hit in the collar area and the gut, the plate being completely obliterated by the blaster fire. As he crashed into the group of combatants, the others scrambled to get a shot in on him, or bring the to be jedi down. This opened up a small gap in the otherwise impenetrable ring. Draven went down under the weight of the lizard, and used its body to deflect the flurry of slugs and lasers which found their way into its body. As he laid on the ground underneath the lizard, surrounded by soldiers unloading into its body, he roared, ​"Go on, I got this. Get to Marl." ​He then used a blast of force to slam the lizard's corpse into the soldiers unloading into him on the ground, knocking them down, while the combatants to his left and right, were unceremoniously hamstrung by the padawan's broad saber.

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[Marl]

Far too many combatants he needed something to even the playing field. Marl was still too exposed due to his cover getting compromised. The cover to his right was already filled with soldiers and the cover to his left was too far away especially if they have another marksmen in their ranks. Marl instead ran forwards to Sky’ito. “Get to the Frontlines and get patched up.” Marl said. As he drew closer a Trando came out of the Brush to the left of Marl causing him to try and do a tactical roll forwards as to catch the lizard by surprise. It worked and Marl made quick work of the lizard as he finished the roll on his knee and blasted him twice in the stomach.

He ran out towards no man’s land where Draven was currently slicing and dicing combatants. Marl got near him, but not too close not wanting him to cut off his head by accident. “Friendly on your 6.” Marl said as he began shooting the Trandoshans around him. One of them tackled Marl but fortunately for Marl his vibroblade made quick work of the lizard. He opted to keep one pistol out and a tactical vibroblade when he got up. He stayed behind the Padawan, knowing that his lightsaber would work as far better cover than any rotten tree trunk could.

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[Asaraa Vaashe]

The rain of fire came on, a relentless strike, a hail of never-ending strikes that flew back against the young woman's guard. Step by step the rain of fire drove her backwards, blaster bolts fizzling into the much around her, the slugs impacting with the ground splashing up the murky water onto her legs. The Togruta hissed as she felt a blaster bolt slip through her guard, impacting with her shoulder. A soft cry of pain escaped her lips as the energy burnt through her armour, charring the skin beneath. The force of the impact threw her around, spinning the Padawan around and for a moment her guard faltered, a barrage of energy slipping past her to scatter across the armour of the troops behind her. Her lightsaber swung in the air, flailing uncertainly as her blade waved in the air...randomly swiping at the bolts for a long moment before she grabbed her blade with both hands, forcing herself to stand past the pain as she fell back into the defensive stance.

"Sarge, any time now." "You heard that boys, don't make the lady ask twice." At a signal the marines opened fire, their rifles scorching the trees infront of them, driving shots at the Trandoshans infront of them. "No-one gets away you hear me, and the one with the least kills, they get to scrub all this armour...with their toothbrush." As he spoke the sergeant leaned out of cover, sniping down his rifle as the snapped of a quick shot, leaving one of their assailants with a hole through his head. "10 credits says it's Wilkins."

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[Sefain Gatholil]

Sefain was finding it awfully hard to concentrate on everything going on around her; the majority of her attention was being spent on deflecting blaster bolts.

She slowly advanced through the chaos, occasionally getting close enough to strike down a blaster wielding opponent. It seemed as if things were winding down as the squadron steadily drove back their assailants and more dead bodies littered the battlefield.

Dropping down next to one of the fallen attackers, she gingerly placed her hand on their weapon, aiming to use psychometry to figure out whether or not there was a nearby Trandoshan camp. However, she soon discovered that there was something much more intimidating facing the team.

"Um, guys?!" She shouted out to her allies. "There's something wrong! Something's blocking my psychometry!"

Sefain was well aware that it could simply be the nature of the planet, or that her mind was still focused on the battle, but she still couldn't shake the fear that someone was expecting them, and made sure to tie up any loose ends.

@Marl | @Draven Dursden | @Sky'ito Yumi | @Roona Osmari | @Valkren Calderon | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]