Populate Western Skies | CIS Populate of Abrion Major Ft. The Enclave

[Jhira Mereel]

POLITICAL REGION: CIS SPACE
LOCATION: A local depot, Albrion Major
Objective: Kill Pirates (Eliminate Gurista Elements)
TAGS: [OPEN] [ Siv Dragr ] [ Kale Onara ] [ Vaux Gred ] [ Thonn Rokkal ] [ @Ket Cross ] [ Talohn Atar ] [ Zlova Rue ] [ Leea Pandac ]

The depot was crawling with pirates. Though they had no ordered sentry line that Jhira could see, there were still enough of them that charging ahead blindly would be bad. The depot was filled with small utility buildings, large tools, battered farming droids, and the scurrying support vehicles of the pirates. It looked as if they had smashed a place flat in order to cram their cruiser in, and were now intent on both refuel and repair. Jhira laid in a few alternate routes to the hangar on her HUD, triggered a track on the two pirates she saw carrying rocket launchers, and lay in a targeting priority on the vehicles and heavy weapons her scans revealed.

Another voice, thick with an odd accent, joined their COMM frequency. It made Jhira uneasy that the speaker neither identified himself, nor the friends he’d brought. If they weren’t obviously Mandalorians, and weren’t tied into a tactical array …

Frak, but Jhira hated friendly fire.

Jhira’s HUD lit up, alarms blaring, tracking a missile locked onto a hovertruck parked a little too close to the fighters it was refueling. Kale called a warning, and Jhira braced against the coming blast. The explosion was beautiful, fire gysering into the sky from the ruptured fuel canister. The pressure wave scattered chaos across the field, as smaller items, droids, people and vehicles were knocked askew. Pirates hollered and screamed at one another - was their radar down? Back tracing the missile’s likely launch point did not reveal Overwatch, but led to a rough grid-point across the depot from where they lay in wait.

The odd voice?

In the distance, the scream of more speeder bikes echoed, even as Kale fired up his own. But Kale’s further instructions to the late-arrived Vode suggested the sniper was not tied into their COMM channels at all. Even as she slid over the hill, the Captain painted the area so none of her automated targeting systems would fire at those coordinates. Her armor came to life around her, and she leapt into the air, the Rising Phoenix as much a part of her as her breath.

Siv’s Go, go, go! pulsed in time to the jagged exultation of her heart-beat. The kick of his jet pack accelerated him into the smoke and rubble, and thus out of sight.

Seconds later, a pair of ION WARHEADS came charging in at the grounded cruiser. The trajectory of the shot was calculated by her onboard NavSystem, deciding her path for her. Jhira banked, hard, altering her course to take advantage of the smoke and debris the dual impacts created, choosing a path designed to obscure her from both vision and radar. She flung the throttle onto full, the kick to her back as 3g’s slammed into her as familiar as dance. Turbulence, debris and a brief instrumental black out made it a dangerous maneuver, but her Nav-comp got her past the high-risk point, and she cut power for an instant to drop back below the likely radar deck, perfectly lined up to take advantage of the explosions behind and around her. Once again a full throttle maneuver, and she was lined up to put a single deadly round through the skull of the lookout posted atop the wear-house.

⌁ I’m on the wear-house, took out their sentry here. ⌁

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MISCELLANEOUS

• Unusual and rare Astro Charts with rare Hyperspace Lanes from being lost a lot.
• Hand Held Cargo Scanner

CYBERNETICS:

• Motion Interface Package. (Buy upgrade Shuklaar Krydol)
• Due to unique Navigational challenges, Jhira has a heavily encrypted and enhanced cybernetic mod (eye and neural implant) that includes: Sensor Suite for navigation, Locator beacon, and GPS system for tracking her own movements or finding places. Holorecorder can record/display/transmit what is happening around her, with or without her HUD display over laid. All of this help merely means she can often … sometimes? … back trace her steps. And discretely trigger her Locator Beacon after a capture, so that she is guided back to the ship.

ARMOR:
Heavy Beskar-gam that is fully vacuum sealable, with life support for several hours. Likewise, all of her gear is made to function in Vacuum / no G / low G / settings as well as aboard ship or on planet. She can breathe / function underwater but with some handicaps. Very high G worlds / lava can also leave her at a disadvantage.

HELMET

• Rangefinder, Commlink (with encrypted channels), Transparisteel T-Visor adapted into Flash goggles., life form scanner, a powerful HUD display, all of which are adapted to work with Jhira’s Motion Interface Package.
• Breath mask and full seal helm allows Vacuum seal for full freedom in poor to no atmospheric conditions.

CUIRASS:

• Jet Pack adapted for space combat (as in Rebels) with anti-armor Missiles (six loaded) and adapted to work with Jhira’s Motion Interface package.
• Hidden storage

WAIST:

• Iyra Gravity Belt for those times when enemies shoot at her Jet Pack or when silence is more preferable then noise.
• Holster and a pair of CRP-01 Rim Cartridge Revolver. Keyed magnetic tether to keep them from being lost if she drops one or is disarmed while flying. The Revolvers are tied into her Motion Interface Packagefor range finding/heat signatures/sighting. Each Canister holds only six shots, and she must reload there after. Canisters:
  • 2 Blaster
  • 3 ion
  • 2 particle beam
  • 2 slug
  • 2 flechette canister
  • 2 flechette scattershot.
• Leather Scabbard and a Beskad made of Beskar so it can be utilized against a Lightsaber.
• Military Belt pouch- Belt pouch gear will include:
  • Shock Manacles made of Beskar, with a stun setting that can be triggered by a command given via her HUD or a physical remote
  • a restraining bolt
  • A99 Aquta Breather.
  • Plasma Cutter
  • Stim pack
  • Stim sticks
  • Rations

ARMS/GAUNTLETS/VAMBRACES

• MM9 Wrist Rocket system. Capacity: 3 Rounds designed to take out vehicles. (Right arm)
• Force Proof Grappling Line that can’t be cut by Light Sabers. (Left Arm)
• Lock picking tools Mechanical, not electronic.
• Custom Mechanics tools that run along her arms and throughout her armor. This interfaces with her HUD and Motion Interface Package, ending in cool droid-like extensions from her fingers. Combat hits can damage part or all of the system.

LEGS/FEET

• Magnogrip boots that can be toggled on/off.
• Small, concealed slug thrower - no electronic or heat signature (right). (Buy upgrade)
• hidden stealth dagger (left).
• compass in boot heel.
• hidden storage in other for smuggling data chips, ID, etc.

RIFLES and HEAVY WEAPONS:
DC-15A Blaster Riffle, with stun setting slung beside Jet Pack. Keyed magnetic tether to keep it from being lost if she drops it or is disarmed while flying. The Rifle is tied into her Motion Interface Package for range finding/heat signatures/sighting.

PS-Particle Shotgun, fastened below and beside her Blaster Rifle. Keyed magnetic tether to keep it from being lost if she drops it or is disarmed while flying. The Rifle is tied into her Motion Interface Package for range finding/heat signatures/sighting.
This short-ranged weapon fires six shots per canister. Jhira carries four canisters at her waist, behind her belt pouch.

PR-1 Ravager, Heavy Particle Repeater, is on the opposite side. This heavy weapon has powerful recoil, and Jhira has paired it with a small construction droid. When Jhira deploys the weapon, the dedicated assistant drops down to form a gyroscopic support (as the droid heavy weapons did in the Clone Wars). Old tech, and slower than a shoulder shot or even a traditional tripod, the platform none-the-less gives her a a fairly decent first shot, and allows her to lay down suppression fire from kneeling, not prone. In addition, she uses her built in Mechanic’s Tools for much more stable and precise grip than can normally be maintained even in powered armor. This heavy weapon is tied into her Motion Interface Package for range finding/heat signatures/sighting, also improving her targeting if she fires in short, controlled bursts.

GRENADES:

• 7 Armor Piercing, meant for vehicles, not personnel.
• 3 Ion, meant for Droids.
• 1 Sticky, meant to hold people in place.
• 1 Concussion, meant to knock people down.
• 1 Smoke, meant to create cover. (Buy Upgrade, see below)
• 1 Stun, meant to stun, not kill.

 

[Ket Cros]

Objective: Overwatch
Tag: Jhira Mereel Jhira Mereel | Kale Onara Kale Onara | Thonn Rokkal Thonn Rokkal | Vaux Gred Vaux Gred | Talohn Atar Talohn Atar | Zlova Rue Zlova Rue | Leea Pandac Leea Pandac
The Guardian Angel sighted scoped in on the target airstrip as one of the three Mandos hopped off the ridge, getting into the thick of things as he attacked Alien pirates. And he was pretty good all things considered, taking out their weapons and then taking them out piecemeal, not letting them focus their attacks on him. He would definitely be the one to watch in the future if given the chance. What caught his eye now though was a Houk trying to operate a firehose to put out the giant fuel fire that Ket was so fond of. Well, that was going to stop right now. He lined up a shot and fired off a shot at the Houk's head with his self-tracking rifle. The ammunition did its job as advertised, entering into the Houk's oversized head and out the other side, making the beast of a man stumble and fall onto his face dead.

Ket then heard a whine slowly became a scream and then a roar before two explosions blossomed on the runway that made the tree shake violently and for him to hold on in real life. When he regained his focus, he saw that two fighters were completely decimated in the blasts with their crews either splattered marks of blood on the duracrete, crying out in pain as they grabbed at their severed limbs, or those who could still run were scampering off into the jungle for which Ket happily gave them their due in flechette rounds for trying to escape their collective grasp. A Dalyc in full armor jetted down into the battle from the ridge next, right through a white smoke canister. She managed to effortlessly fly low inside the white smoke cloud which even with instruments guiding her must be hard to do. She even managed to shoot a panicking Lookout who was trying to get a bead on the male who was causing hell among the pirate's ranks, which was again not an easy task while in the air.

These pirates though were starting to fight back and they had surprises of their own. Two slits appeared out of nowhere in the hanger wall and the muzzles of heavy blaster repeaters appeared through both, spraying down the entire runway and servicing as a massive bunker. Ket quickly sighted down one slit and shot, hoping his magic bullet went through plywood and sheet metal and take out the gunner behind the blazing gun. If not, the attackers might be in some danger as bolts streamed their way, hunting for Mando flesh.

 

[Thonn Rokkal]

Kale mentioned the need for urgency Thonn was in agreement with through action, already running with his blaster cannon held in a battle ready grasp when Siv gave the command. The diversion was a surprise, but a diversion it definitely was. Once he had his weapon held ready and secured he gave a quick hop from his position, taking flight and swooping just above the ground with a controlled burst from his jetpack.

Now, he had to figure out where to be. Jhira made her advance onto the rooftop, and Siv was elsewhere, though he had no clue where. Little sooner than he wondered than Thonn received a message from him, inquiring about his status.

“That was a quicker start than I thought we were getting, but I’ve moved forward and firing position outside the hangar. And I mean well outside, cause those cruisers may as well be missile magnets now to whoever’s looking out for us” He replied, eyes still scanning the scene ahead of them. He could see the motion out of the corner of his eye, and his hud identified five making a hasty rush to his position. Five that he could detect, there might be more – he sure hoped there were.

Feet planted on the ground with the corner of the structure to serve as cover, he aimed his rotary cannon in the direction of the oncoming onslaught. Six shining barrels sprung to life and spun up into a steady blur of motion and whir of the electric motor powering it. A menacing and telltale sound for what would always follow; a rapidly fired burst of uncountable many shots. Those pirates unfortunate enough to be in the path of a blaster bolt crumpled lifeless to the ground while those two who hadn’t stopped in their tracks and wisely dove for cover behind the smoking wreckage of a former cruiser.

For a brief moment, Thonn kept them pinned down with occasional bursts as the two attempted to move from their cover. Blaster fire from a new direction barely missed his head, and his hud had identified many more coming from a new position. Prayers had been answered.

He took to flight again with a quick burst of flames erupting from his jetpack, along with a burst of blaster fire from his rotary cannon to cover his own repositioning. Their attention was upon him, and all the better it was. From where he was he could deny access to the hangar, or lay down covering fire for his allies. Or do as he was currently doing and keep the attention of the enemy upon him to make them easier prey for them.

 

[Talohn Atar]

Talohn's voice once again speaks over the comms. "We'll be in shortly. Expect some really noisy mood music." He says cryptically, which was likely concerning on a number of levels. No one ever knows what that cathar and his droid get up to. Talohn could hear it in the distance, the fighting had already begun. That means the pirates would be completely blindsided by what came next.

Talohn playfully counters Zlova's statement. laughing under his helmet. "Alright, now you're just bothering me about it because I said no. I'll think about it. Does that appease you, your majesty?" The beskar guitar did exist indeed. But Talohn and Madlad found that in a shop and just HAD to give it a try. He didn't bring it into this world.

As his group sped along through the fields, Talohn spoke the plan to them over comms, but only to them. He wanted it to be a surprise to the rest of the enclave. "We're going to wrap around to the side. From there, Zlova and I will move in on them from there. Leea, you stay back with Madlad, help him set up the mood music. Then set up a sniper position with that rifle of yours, shoot whoever Zlova and I aren't taking down. There's not much cover, if they start slinging explosives, run. If Madlad charges, feel free to follow. Don't move in without him. Madlad? You already know what to do." In response to Talohn's words, the droid chuckles darkly over the comms. Was Talohn a bit protective of Leea? Perhaps. But she was far from a seasoned warrior. Not seasoned enough to charge into a suicide situation like he and Zlova were going to. More importantly, she wasn't armored enough either.

Talohn led them along, wrapping around the mill until they got into a blindspot where the pirates weren't focused due to the other attacks. The smoke missiles were helpful as well. Once Talohn felt it was decently safe, he signaled for the group to come to a stop, and slid off of his speeder. Madlad got to work quickly, removing the speakers from it's own speeder and placing them down into the field, spreading them out evenly. While the droid worked on that, Talohn quickly tossed disks in a line in front of them. The disks opened up to form small laser turrets, likely some cheap ones from the clone wars era. Once the cathar is done, he tosses a pair of goggles and a deployable energy shield to Leea. "You'll need those to take cover and see." The deployable shield was a simple piece of metal, but when placed on the ground, it would generate a blue shield for the user to hide behind.

Madlad, after setting up the speakers, took the axe off of it's back, holding the hefty weapon in it's arms like a guitar. It presses two buttons on the side, linking it to the speakers before placing it's fingers on the cords. The second button sets off fog machines built into the speakers, the chemical solution put inside generating a rapid amount of fog within moments, enveloping the portion of the field Talohn and his group of four occupied. The fog was just the calm before the storm. After his long period of silence, Talohn called out over comms once again. "Alright, prepare for some music!"

Then it happened. The speakers, loud enough to shake the ground ever so slightly, blasted their noise as Madlad gave an experimental riff of the guitar. As the riff echoed across the field, the blasterfire from the turrets began from the fog, providing the illusion that a whole squad of about ten men was in the fields. Following the blasterfire, the boomingly loud song began, Madlad playing it's guitar along to the music to emphasize the noise.

As it all began, Talohn drew his pistol, calling out to Zlova. "Let's get to work!" He then charges towards the enemy compound, Already starting to take shots at any of the enemies who's attention they had drawn, that helmet highlighting their heat signatures.

Vaux Gred Siv Dragr Leea Pandac Kale Onara Zlova Rue Thonn Rokkal Ket Cros Jhira Mereel The Quartermaster

 

[Kale Onara]

Everyone began spreading out as the attack began. As he approached the depot's perimeter, he was shaken slightly my numerous explosions as Vaux Gred made her attack run on the airstrip, lighting it up well with precision hits. Kale lined up for a quick hit and fade attack run on a currently unchallenged part of the perimeter adding to the enemy's confusion on where the enemy was attacking them and how many there were. Executing a strafing run on the perimeter tower took down a couple of guards before he peeled off and circled around. As he came around, he saw the sentry on the warehouse lining up to shoot just to be taken down by a single shot. When he heard Jhira's voice, Kale was impressed, "Confirmed target down. Nice shot Jhira."

As he completed his fall back maneuver, Kale took stock of the battle unfolding through his HUD, Kale noticed there was one currently untouched strategic target that would add to the enemy's confusion if it was destroyed. Grinning under his helmet at having a clear shot at an excellent target of opportunity, Kale gunned his bike and whooped a bit as the nose of his bike came up a bit. When it came down, he angled his bike and brought down his helmet's targeting lens and primed his jetpack's missile for launch. For such a good sized target, it didn't take long for the guidance system to lock on. He ducked his head down and fired his one missile. He peeled off again but kept a close eye on the missile as it arced gracefully towards the selected target. The missile hit perfect at the base of the multi-antenna array, causing the tower to groan and waver slightly until it started gaining speed as it completely collapsed. It smashed into the ground crushing a smaller metal structure underneath it before exploding in a brilliant flash and boom. Hearing Siv requesting a status report, Kale activated his comm, "Enemy's main communication array is down. Moving to rendezvous point at main hangar." He made his way roundabout toward his destination, taking out any enemy troopers that he came across.

As he made his final approach to the main hangar, Kale slung his specialized assault rifle Brumal Dawn to his back and activated his bike's autopilot. As the autopilot took over and began steering the bike to prearranged rally point, Kale jumped clear of his bike and activated his jetpack long enough to allow him to make a controlled landing next to the main hangar. He unslung his rifle and primed it. After a quick check to make sure it was ready to go, Kale got into good cover and waited for everyone to make their way to the hangar as Siv ordered. Suddenly, his audio receptors overloaded and he felt the ground tremble slightly as overwhelming noise washed over him. *"Meg te gai be Manda'yaim cuyir ibac?!" He yelled even though he wasn't transmitting over comms. His audio receptors dampened the noise down and washed the noise through the filters. He heard the song being played and began bobbing his head to it.

You know, this music is pretty good. Great mood music for a battle... Kale thought to himself as he began firing short controlled bursts at some of the enemy troops as they came into sight. It was always an interesting sight to see anyone hit by the projectiles of this ice weapon instantly freezing and shattering. It was a particularly brutal weapon that he knew would help deplete the enemy's morale quickly as they saw their buddies not only dying but shattering from being instantly frozen. Seeing his fellow vod approaching, he flashed an IFF code to them making sure they knew it was a friendly at this position.

*Translation: What in the name of Mandalore is that?!

 

[Zlova Rue]

"Of course not," Zlova crowed in good humor, "I'm Sith. We're not appeased until we get what we want and what you already have." It was always good to remind her Cathar just how utterly deprave and selfish the Sith were. He encountered them when she wasn't around, and the last thing the red woman wanted was her fuzzy kitten harmed because he got use to her being 'nice.' Lack of betrayal, taking his daughter hostage, stealing his ship... nice for a Sith.

Of course, anyone that did harm her sentient blanket would only live to regret it. Death wasn't an option for someone you truly hated -- it was too quick and painless.

The green woman among them spoke up next. Pandac? Weird foreign names. Oh, Talohn was a weird foreign name too, until Zlova took to liking him as the warmest and furriest blanket ever. The Mirialan could try to be Zlova's blanket as well, but probably wouldn't work out. Not enough fur.

On the account of this being some kind of Mando Raid, Zlova followed the metalled up Cathar as he took to the field. Party had already started, which had her questioning where they were going when they didn't head straight into trouble. Probably something to do with the outrageous musical instrument they'd brought along. Just so long as it didn't take the better part of an hour setting up.

Once they stopped, the red Twi'lek sat upright and leisurely swung her leg back over the speeder to step down. Talohn was in a hurry making sure he didn't miss the fun while preparing his entrance. Good for him. If they missed all the excitement Zlova would make sure the kitten knew it later. At least the insane droid, Madlad, would be good for something on the other hand. No way that corrupted automaton would allow its Maker to waste a good blood bath. So their little setup shouldn't take too long.

Zlova's lekku shifted as she turned her head to regard the speaker with fog pouring out of it. It made fog?

A sharp snort followed Talohn's cry to get to work. The curved hilt sabers whipped out from behind the small of Zlova's back as she slowly sauntered after the Cathar. "Shujiyio tuti zo muri drarina dzis j'us an drarina." (Today is a good day for you to die.) Her black lips parted a moment before she shot across the ground.

Each step had her cover twice the distance of a normal person her size. The violet sabers flared into existence and lit up the fog behind her for just a moment as the light from Beyond was revealed. Hungry blades eager to cut her enemies into snack-sized pieces. The loud crackled filled the air as they crossed before her in rhythm with Madlad's -- or Talohn's -- choice in music. Several errant blaster bolts were sent far from their intended target; a flippant wave of her hand to such poor marksmanship.

When she neared the perimeter ahead of Talohn, Zlova stopped just long enough to thrust her hand at the wall. The nearest section buckled and then blew in to the compound making a new doorway for them to find all their 'friends.' You could take the Lord out of the Empire, but you couldn't take the Sith out of the Lord. When there wasn't a convenient door -- make one. "Hurry up, before I kill them all," Zlova called out playfully with a look cast toward Talohn.

Tag: Talohn Atar | Leea Pandac | Thonn Rokkal | Ket Cros | Jhira Mereel | Siv Dragr | Kale Onara | Vaux Gred | The Quartermaster

 

[Leea Pandac]

Nice simple firefight. Nothing too complex at this point. Blast a bunch of pirates, go home and celebrate. Leea began to envision combat scenarios, her eyes scanning the horizon as she followed Talohn's speeder bike over the fairly flat landscape. Mostly plains and flatlands, limited cover or geographical advantages. Enemy probably has buildings, granting them a minor defensive position. Air support would be particularly effective, just level the place with rockets or a bomb or two. But ground assault, that will be fun.

When at last they had reached a point selected by the Cathar leader for their set-up, Leea had concluded a number of mental scenarios, comparing the strengths of the enemy to the Mandos. Kind of difficult to say the pirates will succeed in any capacity, unless they have something for dealing with Beskar. As Madlad worked on setting up the speakers from his bike at equidistant points, Leea assisted, carrying a couple of speakers herself and planting them as near as she could, based on the droid's calculating system.

All too soon the work was concluded and Leea stepped away throwing a thumbs up to the droid companion as she moved Pulling the goggles over her eyes and setting the electronic shield a little further from the speakers and speeder, Leea dropped to her knees and sighted in her rifle. The fog provided a natural visual barrier, although Leea trusted more in the physical shield projected, after all, if they had technology that allowed for sight through the fog, then the enemy might as well.

Once ready, she raised herself just above the shield and lent the rifle on the blue light, providing a more stable position for her to fire from. The infrared goggles put a pale purple background to the world, with people and operating machines in bright yellows and oranges. She watched intently as Talohn and his Sith ally charged through the haze with reckless abandon. The music began, blaster fire flew from the deployed turrets, and so chaos fell upon this area. The first enemies Leea found were felled in moments, laid low by the blazing saber or the endless stream of plasma. Like a patient hunter, Leea knew her time would come, so she watched, putting enemy after enemy in her scope. There was no disappointment to be found in failing to shoot.

The ersatz sniper gazed further afield, noting other Mandos taking on their areas. This was a fairly impressive compound. Her thought process stopped as she found an enemy that survived long enough for her to line up a shot on. An enemy combatant had moved to flank the two new interlopers. Hugging close to a small container or building of sorts, the pirate confidently kept low and apparently waited for the turret fire to slow before popping out into the open. Leea waited until this defender rose for a better angle to attack Talohn or Zlova from before pulling the trigger. The bullet from the rifle covered the distance in a moment, catching the pirate in the chest. The force and unexpectedness of the strike sent the pirate flopping backwards. She watched a moment longer, ensuring that the enemy was indeed dead, or otherwise incapacitated.

Leea decided to try and assist in the frontal assault, so she pushed her rifle such that she could focus on the building Talohn and Zlova were preparing to enter. The few windows above their new entryway were mostly empty, mostly. Leea began to let loose, firing rounds into the openings whenever the orange of a body revealed itself. She spoke quietly to herself, "Keep the momentum going, don't get bogged down in long engagements inside a building. Keep going Talohn!"

Talohn Atar Zlova Rue Thonn Rokkal Ket Cros Jhira Mereel Siv Dragr Kale Onara Vaux Gred The Quartermaster

 

[Siv Dragr]

H U N T

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Objective: Eliminate Gurista Elements
Tag: Jhira Mereel | Kale Onara | Thonn Rokkal | Vaux Gred | Ket Cros | Talohn Atar | Zlova Rue | Leea Pandac

A familiar roar of starfighter engines filled the sky before the audible whoomphs of ion warheads slamming into the pirate cruiser let a concussive dampener out across the entire depot. One slammed into the cruiser after another, the bright-blue burst of ion giving eventually away to the oranges and reds of fire. There was audible, guttural shouting coming from all corners of the depot in basic and huttese as the Gurista soldiers began to panic and prepare for battle.

"Beats me," Siv breathed a response to Vaux through his commlink on a raised wrist, "but it looks like you're going to have company." Even at this distance, he could see the remaining Gurista starfighters -- two were a burning wreck alongside the cruiser -- powering up their engines and lifting off to pursue Vaux's lone starfighter. He twirled the pistol in his hands once before getting ready to move, giving him a little time to let his heaving breathes slow and normalize. Blasterfire now echoed around him as others had taken to the battlefield; Thonn and Jhira had taken to the skies at their own paces, blasting away. A blast came from the main warehouse as a missile fired from Kale impacted, and a moment later Onara was reporting that the enemy's main communication system was down.

Time to move, Siv thought reluctantly as he gathered his courage and vaulted from his hiding space, blasting a guard point-blank who'd been running to Siv's location. He dodged a blaster bolt, a pot-shot from the hangar roof. "You got some friends on there you can take care of?" Siv shouted to Jhira over his comms as another blast nearly missed him. He ducked between a narrow alleyway between two buildings, putting cover in between him and the rooftop snipers. It was far from a respite, though; Three pirates burst from a sliding door, shouting incomprehensible war cries. He shut one of them up with a metal gauntlet to the face, jaw bone and teeth cracking from the impact.

The second pirate was able to fire off his blaster, but Siv was faster, and his blaster bolt took the pirate down while the pirate's own shot went wide. He was caught off guard by the third pirate, however, who'd maneuvered behind him while his attention had been focused on the first two. Snarling, the pirate slammed into Siv, and the Mandalorian dropped his blaster from the surprise shock. He quickly recovered, though, and when the guard came at him for a second time he whirled, drew his short Skira blade, and plunged in into the pirate's exposed throat. The pirate let out a small, surprised gurgle before Siv let the corpse slide off of his blade and crumple to the ground. Breathing heavily, he sheathed his knife and retrieved his blaster before continuing on his way.

He exited the alleyway on the opposite side that he'd come from, no full in view of the massive hangar doors to the warehouse. There seemed to be no pirates from this angle, curiously, though he could still hear the evidence of battle all around him. He held his blaster warily at the ready, looking around. Something was off -- he could feel it. And if on cue, the Gurista pirates confirmed his suspicions. The hangar doors slid open and a low hum could be heard before blasterfire began to spit at an ungodly rate at Siv. He didn't even have time to curse; a bolt glaced off his armor, letting out a high-pitched ping as the beskar deflected the brunt of the force. Acting fast, Siv dove behind a nearby crate, giving him at least some protection. "I'm pinned by two repeating blasters," Siv guessed as he reported into his comms. "If anyone has eyes on them, take them out before they can do any real damage. They aren't a joke."
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[Jhira Mereel]

POLITICAL REGION: CIS SPACE
LOCATION: A local depot, Albrion Major
Objective: Kill Pirates (Eliminate Gurista Elements)
TAGS: [OPEN] [ Vaux Gred ]

[ @Ket Cross ] In the distance, the deadly zing of the flechette sniper rifle echoed. Down below, a Houk collapsed in a pile of his own blood. The deadly, quieter hiss of the same weapon decimated a group trying to flee. The chaos of battle was both familiar and terrifyingly unpredictable. Sensors screamed warning as two of the wear-house doors creaked opened beneath Jhira. The distinctive roar of heavy repeating blasters filling the air. Smoke and debris obscured vision and confused sensors; her heart beat hammered to a new rhythm. The zing of the sniper rifle lit up her sensors again. Briefly, the cacophony from below lessened. A near impossible shot, what with the chaos, smoke, fire and vehicles in between.

But with only one …

Jhira once more leapt into the air, intending to gain enough altitude to send a pair of wrist rockets into the deadly repeater blasters. A tale-tale lit up as a blaster bolt struck her Jet Pack; Jhira swore fiercely, a light touch on her throttle spinning her so that the second shot ricocheted off of her Beskar. Cutting power, she dropped hard onto the wear-house roof, collapsing all the way to one knee. The sudden move and low angle allowed her a single shot at the join between the helmet and the ship’s suit of pirate who’d slammed his way onto the roof. Blood erupted up into his faceplate, and the body fell with a disturbing lurch, revealing the escape hatch he’d climbed out of.

[ Thonn Rokkal ] A tremor of adrenaline and fear threatened, even as Thonn’s comments about avoiding the doomed ships upon the landing field reached her. The beautiful and distinctive whirr of a Rotary Cannon shattered lives down below, interspersed with the roar of his Jet Pack. She felt the tiniest touch of envy, as Thonn handled his Rotary Cannon without needing to drop prone. Just fly, fire, fly. Sometimes, despite all tech could do, mass and raw strength mattered. But not always.

Jhira fired her grappling line, preventing the early announcement of her presence to those down below by hauling the enemy clear of the escape hatch.

[ Talohn Atar ] That heavily accented voice announced music, but Jhira was busy reeling in her unlikely fish, and trying to sort out the strange readings her sensors were giving. She wished ardently for her ship’s more sophisticated tactical computer to refine the data. A large glowing blob of life lay below; no distinct weapons signatures detected, no electronics could be sorted out of the mass of ECM frying her circuits. Before she’d refined her data or chosen her next target, a wall of sound overloaded her sensor suite, and everything went down. From the roof of the wear-house small glints of blue glittered in a tower of white fog, breaking the black, red and grey of the battlefield as laser turrets erupted into ecstatic agony. Apparently, their team had been reinforced. Which was good; it would take Jhira’s HUD a few agonizing, vulnerable seconds to reboot; until then it was eyes-only in a world of smoke and fire.

[ Kale Onara ] Kale’s brief, sharp acknowledgment reached her only through her wrist comm. Jhira felt it then; that deadly sense of being on a team. There was a trust, in working only with your Vode, a comfort Jhira had not even realized that she missed. No. Snarling, she blocked out all such thoughts and emotion, scanning the burning skies for threats as Kale’s distinctive black-and-gold Beskar winked in and out of sight while he strafed the perimeter. It meant something to Jhira, that no one here meant to let this scum free to torment the farmers further. Safe for the moment, Jhira lifted the escape hatch.

A massive face appeared in the newly vacated space Jhira had been about to jump down; its eyes widened with shock, then a leer. There was no time to bring her blaster to bear, so she speared the tech with the knife in her boot. Despite hitting his neck, it was not an instantly deadly blow. She had neither range for a proper kick nor momentum from flight. But it was enough to silence the dikut long enough to fire her blaster into his belly.

Third shot. Three to go.

The beloved roar of a Jet Pack missile launching was all the warning she had to brace; she cursed her erratic HUD system again. An explosion of lightening and melting electronics heralded the slow, beautiful collapse of the multi-antenna array. “Good shot, Kale.” She sent over the wrist COMs … working only because she had a back up. The rumbling and grumble as steel collapsed into stone was beautiful, but Jhira could not spend the time to watch it fall. Only listen, as it added brass notes to the music already playing. The screams of those frozen added a higher melody still. Heart beat racing, she was aware she’d been pinned in place too long, and hauled hard to clear her access to the hangar.

[ Zlova Rue ] [ Leea Pandac ] Somewhere down below, dual violet Light Sabers reflected off of the silver smoke and blackened metal. Pools of red blood turned an unnatural shade as the Sith Lord blasted her way into the battlefield. The explosion rocked Jhira, even as her HUD finally spun up again. “Haar'chak!” She snarled, for there was a second route onto the roof, and the enemy had spilled upon it while she was half-blinded. A second sentry, determined to slay Siv, and a cluster of goons rushing her.

In the distance, a second, different sniper rifle took up the steady, deadly rhythm of hidden death. Below Jhira’s feet, in counter-point to the sniper shots, glass shattered as round after round sought out those who had thought themselves safe.

[ Siv Dragr ] Too many enemies, as Siv had said. Fighters, Heavy weapons, endless seeming grunts. Jhira keyed up her wrist rockets, reflexively confirming the designated target priorities. One for the final fighter going after their Overwatch; unlikely to kill with a single shot, it might slow it down. One on each of the heavy weapons below. But those sensor readings … her target priorities shifted; but it took time, to override her outdated Tac-Comp.

A near fatal hesitation. Blaster fire erupted around her, the burn and pain of it severe even through her Beskar.

Siv’s shout reached her, but she didn’t have a shot at the one targeting him! Not unless … she leapt into the air once more, drawing the three after her into a cluster. Intensive training in surviving high G maneuvers allowed her to perform an equivalent to a Kiogan turn, denying them a clear shot. Jhira lobbed a concussion grenade at the trio charging her old position, and fired shots four and five of her cartridge blaster though the back of the head of the pirate targeting Siv.

Another brief curse, because she should have know better, but she knew damn well she wasn’t going to fire into that wear-house until she knew what was in it.

“Roof Target down; should be clear up here for a few.” A trace of her adrenaline and fear slipped into her professionally calm voice. “I’m dropping inside now.” Despite having one shot left, Jhira reloaded, shoving the mostly-spent cartridge into her belt pouch.

And then she slid down the entry way, and into hell.

Row upon row of terrified, horrifically silent farmers.

Women, children even elders.

Eyes blurred, and Jhira cursed silently. She’d almost fired the corrosive armor-piercing rounds into a wear-house full of vulnerable civilians. Tightly bound together, a living mass of hostages awaiting a fate worse than death. The images and terror of it never really faded. She keyed her COM, even as she crouched low and plotted a flight path.

“Absent gods.” Breathless horror shivered through her voice. “Siv, they’ve got civilians captive in here, all roped together.” Her voice steadied as she spoke. “We can’t use heavy weapons on those repeaters,” which meant doing this the hard way; death, even for her new-found team, had become a stark possibility. “I might be able to get to the one on the north long enough to disable it. You’ll have to be fast, though. All of you.”

Or the pirates would turn on their hostages.

And overwhelmed Jhira.

 

[Sergeant Omen]

N/A

 

[Ket Cros]

Tag: Jhira Mereel Jhira Mereel, Siv Dragr
As Ket looked on, he saw the Dalyc virtually take out almost every enemy left standing with her pistols before disaster struck. A stray shot punctured her jet pack and caused her to spiral out of control. She hit the roof of the hanger with a hard impact, the sound from the crash and the sight blaster fire produced towards her made him wince. At least she got to her feet without trouble, making herself the target of almost every pirate on the ground that wasn't focused on the silver armored man behind a spare crate that was getting blown to bits. And then she did something unexpected, hopping into the air and dropping her enemies with conviction before sliding into the warehouse itself with the help of a roof access hatch. Well, that was that, now it was time to give her a way out again.

The tech specialist aimed his last high explosion rocket just outside the corner of the building and fired the rocket off with a "whoosh", hoping that the placement of the rocket would make a big enough hole in the building's skin for the female warrior to climb out of and that he wouldn't hit anything inside. The rocket followed its invisible course before impacting on the ground, the explosion blowing out a section of the warehouse's wall, creating the escape route that the warrior inside needed. As Ket switched back to his rifle and kept on firing what ammunition he had left to protect the Silver Warrior left outside, he hoped he hadn't messed up the whole operation with one misaimed rocket.

 

[Madlad]

Madlad had spent a week studying musical programs to get this down. Guitars weren't easy, even to a droid. The only bright side was that it couldn't cut it's fingers on the cords due to being made from beskar. While Talohn and Zlova were being fired at, a decent amount of the pirates were firing into the mass of fog that contained the droid. Madlad lifts it's hand from the guitar momentarily, as if gesturing for Leea to follow. After doing so, it presses a button on the side of the guitar. in response, the fog machine speaker hybrids and the turrets sprout legs like spiders, beginning to advance while bringing that fog cloud with them, blasters still ablaze. A group of pirates were hiding behind some nearby cover as the smoke began advancing like a fog of war upon them, blasting into the smoke to no avail. Amongst the music, they could hear an insane ghostly cackling, like some sort of twisted monster from the abyss. This horrible thought was only accentuated by the singe red eye that could be seen glowing in the mist like a foglight of impending pain. Madlad's trajectory calculation allows it to simply step out of the way of the bolts as they come, adding to the illusion of a ghostly red light shining in the mist. The droid hears the words about there being hostages over the comms, but heeds it no mind. It was doing as intended, distracting and killing.

As the fogwall closed in on the pirates firing at it, a poor stupid rodian rushes into the fog with a viroblade raised. There was a singular metallic ding. Then it began, rodian screaming that nearly overtook the music as grotesque sounds of tearing flesh and cracking bone could just barely be heard. Moments later, a torso soared out of the fog, chopped clean in half and covered in deep puncture wounds, causing it to rain down crimson upon it;s former comrades before it makes impact with the ground. The pirates all begin screaming and yelling, the panic beginning to set in. as the blasters get more accurate, gunning them down left and right as the corpse ripped apart their morale. Meanwhile, the horrid cackling droned on and on. In a last stand to hold the position, three more men dared to rush the fog with viroblades and slugthrowers. Metal ringing and gunfire could be heard within, muzzles flashing amongst the mist. However, the screaming once again began anew, limbs and heads soaring out of the mist left and right. Those who were left on that front were already retreating further back into the mill, for something demonic from the beyond was eating them all whole, and then spitting them out.

For those that were listening in, the comms of the pirates around where Talohn and Madlad entered were fraught with hysterical screams, praying, and begging. The droid knew how to make the knees of a fleshling crumble to dust. It knew the art of fear,

Ket Cros Jhira Mereel Siv Dragr Leea Pandac Zlova Rue Kale Onara Thonn Rokkal The Quartermaster

 

[Thonn Rokkal]

He had the attention of his foes, and he revelled in it. Hesitant to take out the ships, Thonn had committed himself to the next best course of action and had his z-6 rotary cannon spun up and firing. The storm of storm of blaster fire erupting from the barrels in sporadic bursts proved to be a threatening distraction that couldn't be ignored; he received only sparse and inaccurate return fire from the pirates pinned down. Controlled bursts of his jetpack sent him on low bounding sweeps, causing his opponents to reposition themselves behind whatever cover they had available. Such control of such a hefty weapon required training and physical exertion, exponentially more so when airborne, which required precise thrusts from his jetpack in order to keep himself and his cannon stable. It took his focus and exertion, both physical and mental, to employ this strategy, but for now he had become the angel of death to these hapless pirates.

They'd likely end up pleading for reinforcements; Thonn would be happy to welcome them. The more attention he could steal with his distraction, the better.

All the while, awareness of his allies drained. He had known what the others had been doing at the battle's start, but the required attention demanded of him hampered any continued awareness. Not until Jhira was struck by a blaster bolt to her jetpack was he aware of her current position. But before he could support she had decisively solved her own troubles with a wrist-fired rocket at her attacker from range. She was inconvenienced, but seemed to be doing just fine and pulled through like a true mandalorian. Covering fire now could only give her unneeded attention and give away her position, so Thonn ultimately held off from it.

With another bounding burst of his jetback and stream of blaster fire from his rotary cannon, he continued in his effort to remain a diversion, spotting Siv's sudden turn of situation as pirates poured out from the warehouse doors in an ambush. With the pirates so close, Thonn couldn't direct fire at these newly seen opponents without the severe risk of striking Siv as well. Siv managed to fare well though, taking them out without the need for help Thonn couldn't provide anyhow.

Just then, he heard the report through the comms. Kale confirmed the pirate's communication systems had been taken down, giving them the clear opportunity to strike. Thonn returned his attention to the battlefield, but found his foes had managed to take advantage of his brief lapse of focus to abandon their cover and move to regroup. He took a bounding jump powered by his jetpack in pursuit, but blaster fire mowed down what remainder of the foes he saw, while the booming music filled the battlefield; he had no idea where the rest had dispersed to. Thonn had no idea what this was; it was strange, but it was sure effective. Good that this was in support of him and his vode; it covered for his brief lapse in attention.

He heard Siv's call for aid next. From his vantage point, he couldn't see he pirates that caused Siv's message; but he could see the stream of blaster fire spraying out from an open sliding door.

"I'm about to have eyes on them. Hold fast; I'm gonna pin them down." He replied, before hopping off the roof and landing on the ground with careful control of his jetpack. As soon as he had line of sight on the pirates, Jhira had taken to a daring aerial manoeuvre; Thonn held off the trigger and watched as she dispatched the cause for the warning call. With that handled, he moved over to the sliding door of another adjacent building. He'd noticed a pattern, and figured to test it.

Latching onto the door's handle with his grappling hook, he pulled the door open while well out of view of the pirates inside. As he had guessed, they were organizing another counterattack, and since the comms were now down this would be the last of it. The first unfortunate one to step out of the opened sliding door was greeted with a rapid flurry of blaster fire and the menacing whirr of the spinning barrels of his blaster cannon. Slowly and steadily Thonn stepped into the doorway, forcing those caught to seek immediate cover and bringing death to those unable to.

 

[Kale Onara]

Kale laid down super accurate fire from his rifle from his position as targets presented themselves. Kale got into a good rhythm when it came to shooting. Two to three ultra cold bolts for each target and that target was down and out if even one bolt hit. Things were going well. In fact, a little too well when Kale heard Siv's request for assistance concerning two heavy repeaters focused on him.

*Haar'chak an...

Kale shot down another pirate before moving from his position to move around the main hangar looking for another way in as he heard Jhira's report about hostages in the hangar as well.

You have got to be kidding me...

He knew Jhira had flown in so it was a good bet that she was dropping in from the top and Siv was at the main door so Kale needed another option. And he found it as he turned the corner to the rear wall of the building. Kale came up to a small service door. A quick scan showed that it wasn't trapped but it was locked. Kale pulled out a spike from his gauntlet and locked it into the door's computer lock. He then keyed up his encrypted comm, "Rascal! I need you to link to Spike and unlock this door now."

Kale got a quick acknowledgment beep from his R5 astromech and watched as the data spike came alive. It seemed to take forever even though in reality it only took five seconds before the door lock changed from red to green. "Great. Thanks buddy. Out." He cut the link and unplugged the spike. After placing the spike back in his gauntlet, he slung his rifle and pulled out a single blaster as he slowly opened the door. Upon entering, Kale quietly made his way deeper into the main hangar heading for the telltale sounds of the two heavy repeaters firing. He slowly made his way on to the top of a stack of large supply containers and laid down prone redrawing his rifle. Fortunately, between the battle outside was holding the attention of the pirates guarding the hostages. He also had a perfect line of sight of the gunners firing the heavy repeaters. Kale scanned the warehouse and spotted Jhira. He opened his comm, "Jhira, Kale. I'm on the ground floor at the rear of the hangar on top of a small stack of containers. Look down and to your left..." He tapped a signaling beacon that her scanners would pick up but the pirates wouldn't see because it didn't emit any normal light. Once he was fairly sure that she saw it, he spoke again, "If you can hit one of those turrets like you say, go for it. Make it loud if you can. There are four guards and if they are distracted, I can jump them from behind and have them all down in five seconds and focus fire on the other turret. Work for you?" He asked to see what she thought of the plan.

*Translation: Damn it all

TAG: Ket Cros , Jhira Mereel , Siv Dragr , Leea Pandac , Zlova Rue , Thonn Rokkal , The Quartermaster

 

[Talohn Atar]

The insane blitzkrieg of terror from Madlad's charge allowed Talohn to charge them without fear, bolts ringing as they hit his metal armor. A few men jump with fear as a mandalorian emerges from the smoke like a ghost manifesting into the mortal plane. Just as he exits the fog in front of where some pirates are taking cover behind a metal fence, he vaults over the fence, driving his legs into a pirate's chest that was on the other side, crushing him under his boots. In a flash, the foe under his feet now crushed down by heavy beskar, he spins about, hipfiring his pistol into the man to his left, that 14mm shell blowing the pirate's head into chunks. Then, just as the one the one to his right turns about to aim at the back of his head, Talohn rotates his body to the left, his elbow knocking the gun off to the side as he turns around fully, jamming his gun straight into his foe's gut, the resulting shot blowing the man's stomach to shreds and causing him to hunch over. Then, as the pirate hunches over, Talohn brings his left fist down like a hammer, literally caving in the poor man's skull as he's slammed into the fllor from the pressure of those crushgaunts. That's when he gets the comm message, causing him to hiss slightly under his helmet. "Hostages? Power outage inbound. Get yourselves some lights, nighty vision, whatever you prefer." The cathar states over comms. By now, Madlad's fog had descended over Talohn, once again enshrouding his position. The fog was pushing further and further into the mill, enshrouding it like a haunted mist. A groan signals that the man Talohn had put under his boots was still alive. Barely. He reaches down, picking up the injured fellow by the neck and pulling him up so that he's forced to look into that cold emotionless mandalorian visor.

"You're coming with me." He states ominously. The man rapidly shakes his head, begging and pleading. He then drags the man over to the hole in the wall Zlova made. He nods to The red Twi'lek. "Kill them all? I already got some kills already. Nice try though." He states, giving the thumbs up as a barely alive bothan is gasping for breath in his free hand. "Can you hold here with me for a minute? I have....Extra work." He sighs with irritation as he suddenly slams the bothan up against the wall next to where Zlova made the entrance. "You're gonna tell me where the power supply is." To say the cathar was irritated was an understatement. Not only was he angry because innocent lives needed saving, but he was having fun. A casual shootout was nice, had a nice thrill about it. But the pirates had to put hostages in the mix, now he had to be careful, now he had to be strategic. He could no longer entirely enjoy the thrill of battle. Whether Zlova looks away or waits to see what Talohn does out of morbid curiosity, screams of pain would follow as Talohn extracts the info he needs. Perhaps his mandalorian companions would hear it over all the gunfire and noise, perhaps not. Either way, not long after, Talohn speaks over comms once again. "Heading to power supply now." The bothan, now expired and covered with crimson, is tossed aside.

Having seen the hole blown in the wall, a group of men had gathered to form a defense line at the breach. The cathar pulls a grenade off of his belt and peeks into the hole at an angle before tossing the grenade at the adjacent wall so that it bounces off, landing in the group of men before detonating, bathing their vision in a light flashing light. He then bows his head to Zlova. "All yours, cutie." He states teasingly. Once Zlova charges in, to fight them, he'll make his way past her, grabbing one of the men in the group she's cutting down and pulling him close, firing six shots into the man's gut before tossing him aside to bleed out. He then fires at three more carefully around the beautiful sith, each shot blowing a golf ball sized hole as they crumble to the floor. By now, he's made it to a metal door. He sticks a thermite charge on the door, and takes a few steps back. He then holds his arm out to Zlova since the pirates are likely long dead. There's an activation screen pulled up on the wristpad of his armor. "Wanna destroy the door? I know you like a good explosion."

Zlova Rue Kale Onara Thonn Rokkal Ket Cros Jhira Mereel Siv Dragr The Quartermaster Leea Pandac

 

[Zlova Rue]

Hostages. Zlova hated hostages. Not because someone "dared" to take some "innocent" (not directly involved) sentient captive and placed in imminent danger, of course. The Lethan didn't care about their well-being. No, she hated hearing there were hostages because she was surrounded by "good guys" -- the daring-do kind that did care about the well-being of others and would go out of their way to save them. Sometimes they were so beside themselves with worry they'd nearly be killed trying to keep the hostage-takers from doing anything "rash." When they were in danger, she was in danger; or rather she wasn't "allowed" to do whatever it took to get the job done.

The last part Talohn could sympathize with. The lead not so much. Her Cute Cathar genuinely cared for the well-being of the innocent; might have something to do with his life's story. Zlova actually did know it. Some of it. Hadn't been around Talohn so long she knew it cover to cover.

"Who cares about the ones out here?" Zlova retorted. "Guards are literally expendable." What? It was true. A Sith Lord didn't command an army of people because they cared; they did so because delegation 'keep the pests out of my compound' was instrumental in allowing said Lord to focus are far more important matters. Such as their favorite holo-show. Sith Alchemy and scheming to take over a planet or ten too. But it was a dirty secret they really just wanted to watch their favorite show. Not Zlova, of course. No, she wanted to enjoy her favorite hard liquor in peace. Study a holocron or two.

Then he asked if she'd tarry a time to cover him while he worked, or in preparation for what followed the bloody work. Zlova rolled her shoulders and afforded Talohn a nod. Sometimes patient was a virtue. Sometimes.

As the Cathar made a mess, the Twi'lek absently flung a saber along the wall's length. The whirling buzz was twice punctuated by a sharp hiss as it carved a path through organic tissue. The flick of a wrist conjured the saber back the way it'd come with her fingers fast about the grip soon after. Zlova then silently stepped around the pair to deflect several blaster shots. With a thrust she sent one flying away. Saber nestled in the web of her thumb, her gloved fingers formed a claw and yanked the rifle out of another's grasp only to give a slight twist of the wrist to have the previous owner collapse. People that interrupted the show got murdered. It was her Way.

Zlova smiled when Talohn finished his work. It was nice his torture tactic had worked -- and without requiring the use of lightning to do it! Impressive. Not half as much fun, but a talent all the same.

At his invitation, the black-garbed woman darted inside with both sabers at the ready. Dangerous? That was the entire point. Who walked onto a battlefield looking to be safe? As for unmitigated recklessness, well, Zlova didn't listen to such naysayers. After all, she was carving a path through formerly-living sentients just fine. Even the ones in the back thinking they had distance found out lightsabers weren't good for only close-combat -- just like the corpses outside. One saber buzzed through the air while the other swatted bolts aside. Some people just couldn't wait to die.

Talohn's interest in a door had the Lethan's curiosity after the corpses nearby stopped moving. Explosives? Well, not everything was invisible hands and portable plasma generators. Sometimes you just needed a good source of fireworks and concussive force -- a fact Zlova had once told the adorable Catfish back on the ship. "How thoughtful," Zlova purred before she reached out to activate the charges.

Tag: Talohn Atar | Kale Onara | Thonn Rokkal | Ket Cros | Jhira Mereel | Siv Dragr | The Quartermaster | Leea Pandac

 

[Siv Dragr]

H U N T

Objective: Eliminate Gurista Elements
Tag: Jhira Mereel | Kale Onara | Thonn Rokkal | Vaux Gred | Ket Cros | Talohn Atar | Zlova Rue | Leea Pandac

Civilians. Captive. Inside.

Siv didn't know if there was an afterlife, or how many hells awaited him when he passed from this plane. But he cursed every single one of them. Civilian Captives. Most likely they were slaves, captured and subjugated only to be auctioned off like chattel to the highest bidder in what ever slag-ridden dump of an Outer Rim world the Gurista pirates could transport them too.

Siv tried to manage his anger as the thoughts of his own people rose to the fore of his mind. Those on Mandalore who hadn't been outright kileld had been captured and used as slaves, too, to toil in the beskar mines that stripped away any remnants of the planet's luster and beauty to fuel the war machine for the Sith, intentionally worked until they could work no more. If any of Siv's clan had survived the invasion, they'd perished subsequently in the work camps, that he knew. It was thanks to the Sith that Slavery, in any form, was abhorrent to the Mandalorian who usually had very grey morals.

The mission had become infinitely more complicated. And infinitely more consequential.

A rocket slammed into the side of the hangar, followed by sporadic burst of blaster fire, drawing away the attention of the repeating blaster cannons. Siv shook his head, clearing the mess of thoughts from his mind. He recognized his chance, and sprinting out from behind his cover Siv quickly made his way to the side of the hangar, staying as much away from the repeating blaster cannons line of fire as he could. The battlefield was chaos; music blasted from speakers, something that Siv hadn't even picked up on before, echoing loud over the noises of dying beings, blasterfire, and explosions.

More closely to him, he heard shouts as Thonn breached another point in the hangar bay above him. Siv counted down three seconds, then burst through a side hatch, taking two guards by surprise and summarily dropping them. "I'm in as well," he muttered into his comms for anyone to here. "New priority is to keep those captives alive, and figure out how to get them out of here. Then, we kill or capture the rest of the Gurista here."
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[Jhira Mereel]

POLITICAL REGION: CIS SPACE
LOCATION: A local depot, Albrion Major
Objective: Kill Pirates (Eliminate Gurista Elements)
TAGS: [OPEN] [ Vaux Gred ] [ Leea Pandac ]

[ @Ket Cross ] The whole building shook and shuddered; the sonic-boom of the missile slammed into her with a physical force. Smoke and debris exploded into the wear house, the thin cries of those caught beneath the rubble a distant thought as sunlight and freedom poured in through the new-made egress. The captives’ silence shattered in new-found terror, though their screams were muffled by gags and the Stun Field pinning them in place. Jhira tightened her grip on the cat walk, as the entire structure listed to the side, the squeal of tortured metal a cruel, punishing shriek along her spine.

And oh, how Jhira wanted to head towards that brilliant splash of cerulean sky.

[ Madlad ] White fog began to slide into the building, accompanied by a haunting, ghostly cackling. Had some kind of mad Sith arrived? Something out there had the pirates screaming about a ghostly red eye and being devoured by demons.

[ Thonn Rokkal ] There were few things more terrifying on the battlefield than a Mandalorian Warrior with a Jet Pack. But Thonn Rokkal and his expertise brought that terror to a whole new level. A Trandoshan slaver cursed at his gun crew, screaming, “Ground that maniac, or I’ll tear your arm off and eat it!” He was still screaming abuse at the gunner who couldn’t find his target, when Thonn opened fire from within the building.

Now it wasn’t only the prisoners, trying to scream and failing.

[ Kale Onara ] A fierce, feral grin appeared as Kale’s COMM reached her. Clever, clever Vod. Her HUD pinged with his position, prone for the accuracy only truly possible with a properly braced rifle. Her return COMM was breathy, faintly amused. ⌁ Oh, Thonn isn’t loud enough for you? ⌁ To say nothing of the High Explosive Rocket someone had gifted her with. How was she to be louder than that? Unless …

Sliding to the side, Jhira slid down a bent and battered cat walk, a curl of smoke rising from her Jet Pack, trying to see if she could acquire a clear line-of-fire.

[ Talohn Atar ] The accented voice promised to take out the power, the sounds of mayhem ringing in the background. She’d be good in the dark; she was always good in the dark. It was not being able to fly that would be a problem. Her Rising Phoenix bled fuel, and her right servo had taken damage from her hard landing. But she could still fall with grace, and that’s all she really needed.

She might even survive the fall, with her vod here to support her.

[ Zlova Rue ] From time-to-time, with no more explanation than she had for the musical, blaster-bolt summoning fog, a glinting, violet light swept through the mist and smoke, leaving death behind it. Jhira’s HUD caught an image, zoomed in. Analyzed. Her heart stopped. that was never, ever a good sign. ⌁ Watch your six, everyone. There’s someone throwing a Light Saber around. ⌁

And then the world exploded, and everything went dark save for that single beam of light from the exit she longed to take, spilling a pathway to unreachable freedom at the feet of the shivering, terrified farmers. Hastily, she ejected the three armor-piercing rockets from her Wrist Rocket, reloading a more useful payload.

A loud one.

[ Siv Dragr ] She was just finishing as Siv’s COMM reached her. Stars and stones, but she loved her Vode. ⌁ The Stun Shield is down, and someone made a ground floor exit. Think we could clear a corridor for the civilians? ⌁ She spent another moment calculating her chances against the oncoming fire, and a hard landing. Two pirates with blaster rifles would have range on her, and a third - some sort of officer, perhaps, given he had real armor and a pair of thugs flanking him - hand an underslung Grenade launcher, as well.

⌁ Going in. Clear the north gun for antipersonnel ordinance in Five ...⌁

⌁ Four. ⌁ Jhira leapt high and wide off of the nearly four-stories tall scaffolding she’d been clinging too.

⌁ Three. ⌁ She reached the apogee of her arc, and then she fell. Fast, hard, her gravity belt off as she accepted the risks of an uncontrolled free-fall long enough to get her shot.

⌁ Two. ⌁ Three flashes of light outlined her position in deadly clarity as her Wrist-Rocket Launcher flared, rockets zooming towards the Heavy Repeater blaster. Trust. She had to trust her squad.

⌁ Cover. ⌁ Rolling, she curled up and triggered her Grav belt at last, and prayed it would ease the impact.

ION, Flash, and Antipersonnel Rockets exploded around the deadly Repeater.

 

[Leea Pandac]

The situation was spiraling severely. Leea had to take time to alter the noise filters on her comm just to keep the battlefield somewhat comprehensible from an audio perspective. The shouts, explosions, blaster fire, music, and the associated cacophony of battle threatened to leave the soldier with little auditory awareness of her surroundings, a potentially lethal deficit. She hunched down behind the shield, eyes occasionally darting from the comm unit controls to check the progress of the forward advance.

Madlad was holding his own, as was to be expected as far as the Mirialan was concerned. What were these ill-armed pirates supposed to do against a beskar droid? The enemy would need to possess and field an armament slightly more exotic than most mustered men-at-arms would likely have access to, ionic weapons. Then again, there was a fairly large selection of various anti-droid or anti-electronic weaponry available to someone with the means. Pirates, of all people, should have the necessary contacts to source such weapons and gear. But here they were, not jamming comms or even attempt to use any form of counter-intelligence technique. These must be really soft scum, not used to real fighting. That is their failing.

As the sounds of distant chaos dimmed, the various voices of the mandos, and related allies, grew. Prisoners? Blast. That could stall the advantages, the need to protect such people, in her case in avoiding firing at them, would add an additional complexity to the battlefield. Could have been worse. If these pirates had been smart, they would have used the prisoner's as leverage, force us to take a more clandestine or careful approach. Now it would seem we have enough inertia to give us a better chance at securing them. Not that I can help too much with that from out here.

She continued her own advance, sticking to the fog projectors, if slightly behind Madlad's charge. Leea powered down the shield and lifted the small deployer for the umpteenth time, giving herself a moment to orient towards the battle and check for flank safety. The building was looming ever closer and Pandac was preparing herself for the greater stress of room-to-room combat. For now though, she jogged to stay in the fog and keep up with the manic droid.

The soldier fell behind a crate and took a few gulping breaths, This projector is blasted heavy. Maybe I should just keep it off for now, maybe leave it somewhere safe. Pandac considered for a moment before kneeling, her rifle resting on the crate. She peered through the scope, taking another look at the windows. Most of the enemies probably knew better than to stand in the open now, either that or they had perished to any number of other assaulters. Despite this assertion, she found someone hiding away from a window, the dull outline just barely visible. The silhouette lit up for a moment, a brilliant beam of plasma flew and struck the crate right near her arm. The heat sizzled the light armour and she felt the crate's surface warp slightly as the intense heat passed swiftly, but unevenly, throughout the box. Not moving a bit in response to the near-miss, she pulled the trigger and felt the recoil of the rifle kick into her shoulder. The bullet found its mark and the body slumped out of view.

The shockwave of yet another explosion rattled her grip and Leea loosened her hands as she scanned the windows still visible from this angle. She spoke over the comms, calling out, "We've got what appears to be a safe egress on the Talohn's approach. Madlad has cleared a path, fog cover for running, and the windows are clear."

The words were still in her mouth when she saw a new signature in a higher window pop into view. "Never mind, got some-" Before she could even begin to raise her rifle, a blaster round moved with the speed of thought and struck. She felt the strap around her neck yank back on her head and she fell with it. Her sight dimmed as she felt a resounding pain in her forehead and a dull heat where the shot had landed. This wasn't how the day was supposed to go.

Talohn Atar Madlad Jhira Mereel Zlova Rue Siv Dragr Thonn Rokkal Kale Onara Vaux Gred

 

[Vaux Gred]

Vaux held tight as she saw the fighters coming. Dang it! She kicked the ion-jets into high gear as she pulled the larger fighter around like an interceptor. She held the stick tight as she'd spot some of the enemy craft, and quickly flipped some switches. Shields double front. Power to weapons. VK managing some things. Yep. She was ready. With a breath, she'd charge in, guns blazing. She quickly turned unleashed particle fire before diving away from enemy fighters, watching one burn to the ground as she flew to gain altitude.

"I hate to ask, but can you guys hurry up?"