What's Mine is Mine and What's Yours is Also Mine [Christophsis Raid]

[Talyn Krane]

The droid ships screamed in like a swarm of angry piranha beetles. Line Group Kohuun kept up a steady stream of everything they had, and the black void of space was painted green and orange by turbolaser blasts and the explosions they left behind. Too many, Talyn realized, her heart sinking as she watched the battle through the central viewport. There were simply too many. In spite of the deflectors, in spite of the screen of defensive fire, she had damage reports coming in from all decks. The Unforgiving lead from the front, as any true-hearted commander should, but it was taking a pounding as the droid vessels repeatedly impacted its hull. The other three frigates weren't doing much better. The cowardly criminals were reaping a terrible toll.

"Captain," Commander Kayl reported, his voice tight, "we've just lost our forward deflectors. Life support is down to fifty percent. We have casualty reports in gunnery and the engine bay." Kayl was a good subordinate; he reported the facts, leaving her to make the judgement calls. "Understood," she said, her hands clenching the arms of her command chair so tightly that her knuckles had gone white. These scum were killing her men. Good men, loyal men, and they didn't even have the courage to risk their own lives doing it. They couldn't be allowed to escape. But if Line Group Kohuun was wiped out, her command would be gone, and with it her life. These were men who could go on to serve the Triumvir well. They should not be sentenced to die.

Talyn glanced at the Immobilizer cruisers. Those were the truly valuable ships, the ones that would win not only this engagement but the ones to come. Her vessels, her Line Group, were relics of a failed Remnant, not this bold new one. They were reminders of her time drifting, without purpose. The frigates didn't matter, not in the scheme of things. Outside the viewport, the Javelin burst apart as a trio of droid fighters smashed into its weakened central superstructure, ripping the ship in two. A stream of debris and bodies leaked from the wounded halves, and Talyn's blood ran cold with grief and rage. "Remaining Javelin crew," she ordered, managing somehow to keep her voice clipped and level, "abandon ship. All men to your pods. You've served well."

Through the opening the Javelin had been defending, more droid fighters came on in their locked suicide courses. The remaining vessels could not fully cover the gap. It was only an instant's disruption to the Immobilizers, but it was enough. A single shuttle streaked across the viewport and made the jump to hyperspace, vanishing from the battle. I'll hunt you down, Talyn silently swore. I'll make you pay for this. And there will be nowhere in the galaxy you can hide from me. At that moment another droid craft impacted the Unforgiving, ripping into the superstructure just below the bridge. Klaxons bored into her skull as fresh damage reports flowed across her screens. Her ships were dying. Dying for a cause, but dying nonetheless.

Behind them, the Immobilizers were unscathed. Though the EMPs of the torpedo had allowed a small window for that shuttle to escape to hyperspace, Line Group Kohuun had otherwise taken the full force of the droid attack - and paid a terrible price. "All hands," Talyn ordered, pride and sorrow mingling in her heart, "abandon ship. Guide your pods out of the battle; make for the surface, away from population centers." Their sacrifice had not been in vain, but it was still a sacrifice. That bitter truth stained Talyn's tongue as she and her command crew hurried to their designated pods. Hundreds of the tiny craft jettisoned from the frigates, bringing naval officers and members of the stormtrooper complement alike down toward the planet below.

Those on the surface, friends and foes, could see the fiery trails of countless escape pods burning through the atmosphere.

[member="Onley Xiangu"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Judge Cornelius Cromwell "] [member="Petrovska Crystall"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Lyth Meran"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Sek Kali"] [member="Baron Morcus"]

 

[Sek Kali]

There was another wave of debris and dust that'd swarm over the street- possibly even further into the city for all Sek knew -and the car itself was an absolute grey now. Creaking just barely as the gush of wind from a nearby crashing ship caused the rusted, burnt metal frame of her temporary shelter to almost shake apart. By the sounds of it, a building collapsed in the distance as well, meanwhile the flashes of heavy blaster fire and explosives went on throughout the street for a brief second, whatever remained of the nearby War Dogs was likely a barely functioning pile of junk torn apart by an Imperial Remnant bomber. The sky could no longer be seen, nothing could be seen beyond the interior of the vehicle and neither the living nor dead made any noise. Sek slowly rolled out from under the backseat, having taken cover there when all the crashing and metallic screeching from spacecraft began. That screeching and crashing had fallen silent now, the battle was all over she figured.

Grabbing the edge of the doorway, she got up onto her feet, crouched, and hastily began undoing the DLT-19's barrel from the rest of it's body. Once the barrel had been successfully detach, she carried both components of the blaster rifle under one arm and leaped out of the wrecked vehicle, scrambling for the nearest bag like a scavenger. All around her was the same as before, a thick cloud of whitish grey, like a heavy fog that was only getting worse over time. Sounds of war would echo every now and then with explosions lighting up far off into the distance, but it didn't disturb Sek's desperate search. Pushing over corpse after corpse, all covered in debris like her, eventually finding a bag large and suitable enough.

The satchel was adorned, the parts of the DLT-19 shoved inside and kept from public view. If she was to be seen or caught, the less she looked like one of the perpetrators, the better. But would it be enough? Remaining hidden was the new objective, blending it, seeming a victim. Imprisonment was like a death sentence with no connections nor reputation to break her back out. No, she'll have to lay low for a long time, especially considering how thorough the soldiers of the galaxy can be after a raid like this. And hiding wouldn't be easy.

Standing on both feet once more Sek would look about, baffled, no direction could be given. Another heavy explosion went off down one direction of the street, a red pushing upward into the sky, causing the cloud of debris themselves to shift and move. "Opposite direction." her thoughts would repeat those words five times in a somewhat panicked state, moving off down the street while pulling up her jacket's hood, away from the explosion off in the distance.

 

[Catherine Soja]

Catherine Soja
Location: Moving toward last posistion known of force sensative. [ [member="Onley Xiangu"] if he is up for a duel]

As she moved laong the droids became more sparse and not all were using the new ammo. Still the chaos of the situation made it hard to disitquish one group from another. She had to wait for preminatiosn of attacks often giving her enough time only to deflect blasts. She was trying to reach somebody with the dark side she felt but well she had to hope they were not already getting away and that was never a garuntee in life. As one droid came up she sliced it in half and sighed. "Who builds these things still?" She muttered as she deflected another few bolts of laser fire.

 

[Lyth Meran]

Lyth flew arround trying to keep out of sight. she hated being as tiny as she was.
" Skev now the place is crawling with Jedi. Typical." she sighed as she tried to make her way to a data terminal. T
she needed to call for her Gun ship the Blood Princess Till that happened she needed to avoid detection.

 

[Sauron Saxon]

@Judge Cornelius Cromwell[member="Onley Xiangu"][member="Causstik Rahn"][member="Jessica Med-Beq"][member="Tanomas Graf"][member="Lyth Meran"][member="Desmond C'artyom"]@Allan@Talyn Krane[member="Catherine Soja"][member="Sek Kali"][member="Baron Morcus"]

Kham had been left behind by the other raiders, for he had taken the time to suit up in his armor. "Let's move. Do you have the message?" He asked. "I do." One of his men replied. Kham walked out of the cell followed by all nine of his bodyguards, they headed straight for the shuttle that [member="Miss Blonde"] had left them and took off. But instead of heading for space, they flew towards the royal palace. The ship would drop a container, one that contained a holodisk with this message. The box was adderessed to [member="Petrovska Crystall"] and as such, hopefully it would reach him. Kham turned to his men, "We're done here, let's move." The small ship they were on narrowly managed to avoid the blasts of the enemy ship and leaped to hyperspace.

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[Darth Abyss]

After deciding that this wasn't his fight at all, Abyss vanished from the battlefield without having done anything at all during the whole conflict. He would simply get away from the city he was in, as Christophsis was a planet and therefore rather big, so staying unseen for someone with advanced stealth abilities and no face,name or affiliation known to the rest of galaxy wouldn't be a problem.

 

[Catherine Soja]

With events coming to an odd head she debated leaving the world finally. With Imperials flying about this place was jsut gonna get crowded faster and faster. Also lookedl iek the attackers were in full retreat. Well if nothing else she'd hang around for now ensuring continued security until things got fully quiet. Still she turned off and tucked her saber away. No need for it so far with the droids fleeing and ships flying off.