World of War (Craft) [SJO Dominion of Cyborrea]

[Ura Iolar]

Ura watched as best she could from the air. This was terrifying! Unless someone gave her a report or something, she was blind. She circled around, saying close for when the field finally went down, and boy would she get a surprise. The field seemed to flicker out for a moment, and that was just what she needed. She looked down, seeing the large creatures on the roof. She quickly tapped a button in the cockpit and turned the fighter the face them. She pulled the trigger while she could still see, and let loose with an arc torpedo, making sure it wouldn't hit any of her allies. The torpedo flew out, electricity seeming to try and and escape from it. She quickly pulled the fighter away, watching as blindness flickered back up for her. Karabast! She couldn't see if any of the creatures were coming, so the Lervon quickly put some distance between her and the field.

[member="Tulan Kor"] [member="Aurel Kvold"] [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"] [member="Allura Kahli"] [member="Mikilanna Mihaly"] [member="Amon Vizsla"] [member="Josh Dragonsflame"] [member="Silver Starlight"]

 

[Allura Kahli]

GHOST COMPANY
TASK FORCE RAIDER
OPERATION: SPARTACUS


An explosion was a good distraction. Flying hostile creatures was a better distraction. Dorn Company closing in on their catch was the best distraction.

She didn't need to turn around and gawk at the wyverns. She didn't need to tell her people what to do. What she needed to do was lead those with her in securing the objective; those left in their wake would take position and blast pretty holes in their enemy's thick skulls.

"T.C., remember when you said we can't afford to go toe to toe with the Cyborreans?" That was going to be the only heads up the Captain was going to offer on the subject. With a snap, a hook shot out and dug into a column along the top of the arena. "Twenty by five meters," she called out. The Umbaran's dash along the rooftop so to speak didn't slow one bit as her course took her right over the edge.

The LT's voice came in over the channel, but Kahli didn't feel like using words to respond. No, she felt swinging out over the perimeter, and back around toward the outside of the chamber where the Shaman was hiding would convey everything he needed to know and more. Especially when the explosive dart erupted and blew a hole for them to crash the Cyborrean party. It was exactly twenty meters forward, and five meters down from where the Captain had leaped into the air.

Both Kukris were pulled from their sheaths the moment Kahli's feet hit the floor. There'd be no negotiations. No hesitation. No mercy. Anyone that wasn't the Shaman or the leader of this merry band of criminals was going to end up maimed or killed. If they were really lucky they'd probably still be breathing when Dorn kicked down the front door. The Umbaran shot forward with the aim of crippling every limb that even twitched in an effort to raise a weapon against her.

Tyrell was welcome to take charge of their number above if he rather not follow the death-happy woman into an absolute mess. There'd be at least one or two that would have followed her down to secure the area and their package. In fact, grabbing the Shaman and hauling their Force-nullifying arse out of that room would have been the priority as Allura painted the room a new color.

This would be the most dangerous part. The most fun would be had when they extracted the prisoner out the window to a predetermined extraction point not on the other companies' maps. What could she say? Ghost company hadn't ignored their fellow Rangers; but sharing wasn't on the menu today.

Dorn Company: [member="Amon Vizsla"] | [member="Tulan Kor"] | [member="Benjamin Cassidy"]​

Ghost Company: Allura Kahli | [member="Tyrell Caphey"]​

Helios Company: [member="Mikilanna Mihaly"]​

Others: [member="Josh Dragonsflame"] | [member="Ura Iolar"] | [member="Aurel Kvold"]​

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Amon Vizsla"], [member="Tulan Kor"], [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"], [member="Ura Iolar"], [member="Allura Kahli"], [member="Mikilanna Mihaly"]
Goal: Rescue the captured SJO members

"Release the Wyvern!"

The creatures that charged toward them did nothing to lower Josh's confidence. If anything, the biggest of jolly grins began to cross his face. A grin that exemplified the meaning of the word "YEEEEEESSSSSS!"

An actual challenge for him and Jongori as a unit? He loved it! Injured or not, the Jedi Master's mood had miraculously recovered at least. His enthusiasm was matched by Jongori, who raced forward double time as Josh activated his lightsaber. As torpedos and other things were shot at the wyverns, Jongori engaged one of them head on. Josh held on tight as the wyvern tried to snap at Jongori, but the more experienced wyrm maneuvered his neck out of the way and scored a bite on the creature's neck. Josh took the opportunity to stab through the torso and upwards to end it quickly, as the creature fell.

But it wasn't long before another battered into them, bigger and stronger than the last.

 

[Tulan Kor]

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Oh, yeah.​

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Oh, yeah, it was all coming together.

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Tulan liked lot a lot of things.

Flowers.

Pretty girls.

Girls shorter than him.

Jedi girls.

Atrisian cuisine.

Redheads.

The view of a cold shower on a hot day.

But nothing- not much, at least, came close to straight-up killing something.

That was a rush, you know? Someone trying to kill you, you kill them first. No hard feelings, none at all. Just business, just practically. Tulan wanted it more. Tulan trained more, adapted more. And maybe, he cheated to win. But that was the name of the game. Some called him a coward for using a gun. That may have been true in some regards. But Tulan was alive, and some of them were dead.

Which is why he was smiling as he side-stepped, flattening against the wall as the flying beast was dispatched by the trio, soaring past Tulan. He let out a distinct, happy laugh as he peeled off the wall, swapping magazines as they pressed on.

The trio exited the tunnels, into the main arena area. And that's when Tulan turned to the arena, confident that they (they being the Jedi) could deal with the beasts in there. But, across from the way- he saw the Shaman's position. He tapped [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"] on the shoulder, then pointed at the platform with the Shaman on it.

"Blow that the fuck up!"

Tulan went back to dome-rocking Cyborreans with the brutal efficiency of a robot. The Sith trained him well, at least, it seemed. But he was brutal, a killer, savage, violent. A stark contrast to the professionalism and bravery of the Rangers.

Tulan was there for a lot of things- but mainly, Tulan was there for the money and the violence.

Dorn Company: [member="Amon Vizsla"] | [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"]| [member="Benjamin Cassidy"]

Ghost Company: [member="Allura Kahli"] | [member="Tyrell Caphey"]

Helios Company: [member="Mikilanna Mihaly"]

Others: [member="Josh Dragonsflame"] | [member="Ura Iolar"] | [member="Aurel Kvold"]

 

[Tulan Kor]

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Oh, yeah.​

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Oh, yeah, it was all coming together.

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Tulan liked lot a lot of things.

Flowers.

Pretty girls.

Girls shorter than him.

Jedi girls.

Atrisian cuisine.

Redheads.

The view of a cold shower on a hot day.

But nothing- not much, at least, came close to straight-up killing something.

That was a rush, you know? Someone trying to kill you, you kill them first. No hard feelings, none at all. Just business, just practically. Tulan wanted it more. Tulan trained more, adapted more. And maybe, he cheated to win. But that was the name of the game. Some called him a coward for using a gun. That may have been true in some regards. But Tulan was alive, and some of them were dead.

Which is why he was smiling as he side-stepped, flattening against the wall as the flying beast was dispatched by the trio, soaring past Tulan. He let out a distinct, happy laugh as he peeled off the wall, swapping magazines as they pressed on.

The trio exited the tunnels, into the main arena area. And that's when Tulan turned to the arena, confident that they (they being the Jedi) could deal with the beasts in there. But, across from the way- he saw the Shaman's position. He tapped [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"] on the shoulder, then pointed at the platform with the Shaman on it.

"Blow that the fuck up!"

Tulan went back to dome-rocking Cyborreans with the brutal efficiency of a robot. The Sith trained him well, at least, it seemed. But he was brutal, a killer, savage, violent. A stark contrast to the professionalism and bravery of the Rangers.

Tulan was there for a lot of things- but mainly, Tulan was there for the money and the violence.

Dorn Company: [member="Amon Vizsla"] | [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"]| [member="Benjamin Cassidy"]

Ghost Company: [member="Allura Kahli"] | [member="Tyrell Caphey"]

Helios Company: [member="Mikilanna Mihaly"]

Others: [member="Josh Dragonsflame"] | [member="Ura Iolar"] | [member="Aurel Kvold"]

 

[H3xle]

Dorn Company: [member="Amon Vizsla"] | [member="Benjamin Cassidy"] | [member="thirdas heavenshield"] | [member="Tulan Kor"]

Ghost Company: [member="Allura Kahli"] | [member="Tyrell Caphey"]
Helios Company: [member="Mikilanna Mihaly"]
Others: [member="Josh Dragonsflame"] | [member="Ura Iolar"]


Opposition: [member="silver arrow"] | [member="silver starlight"]


THUMP thump




THUMP thump

THUMP thump

Aurel could feel her pulse in every inch of skin, and it took significant concentration to focus past it and on the mission. The shaman was only meters away, but going after him directly was tantamount to suicide with all of the Cyborrean guards around. She could take the Shaman down before the guards got her, but without the Force she knew she wouldn't stand a chance at the melee to follow. Even with the Force at her disposal, she would be hard pressed to defeat all of the guards.

She slipped the mop back and forth, dunked it back into the water and then back to the floor, making wider arcs away from the stairs.

She got to within two meters of the Shaman before the guards started to take specific notice of her. A slave doing her work was easy to overlook, but she was getting close to their charge, and while she looked sufficiently afraid, she wasn't looking around at the guards for permission to approach.

She noticed a guard turn towards her, and she made her move.

She swung the mop at the Shaman, aiming to break his concentration with a slap of dirty water in the face, followed by a sharp crack of the handle aimed at taking him in the temple.

Inside she stretched out her senses, reaching for the Force and hoping it came back to help her in the fight to follow.

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

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Dorn Company
TASK FORCE RAIDER
OPERATION: SPARTACUS

Leaping out of harm's way as the winged beast came crashing down in the middle of the trio, its limbs still clinging to life via muscle spasms, Thirdas finally found the time to catch his breath from their relentless advance through the Cyborrean tunnels until they entered the arena proper. Sticking to the sides away from the gladiatorial combat their captured Jedi were being subjected to, he looked to find the Sergeant chuckling to himself while still under assault. The man was a machine once he got into the action, it seemed.

He then tapped Thirdas on the shoulder, and was given a new target. All the way across from their position was the Shaman they'd been informed was in charge of this whole thing, easily distinguished by his unique attire alone. It was a long distance, but nothing his mother's trusty rifle couldn't handle. While his two superior officers kept his back free, Thirdas knelt behind some cover and deploy his bipod, offering additional precision and control for long-range sniping.

"There's something going on up there," he said aloud, turning only to find the others still busy fending off 'angry green assholes'. Through his scope he saw the Shaman seemingly coming under attack himself. An assassination attempt, perhaps? Still, he'd been given an order and would see it through. Hopefully with the Shaman dead they would soon be able to quell this chaos and return their people.

Waiting for the opportune moment when the Shaman's head came into view and stayed there for longer than the blick of an eye, a slow exhale steadied his aim and he squeezed the trigger. As the Shaman reeled back momentarily from being struck with what looked like a stick of some kind, his skull was then pierced by a lone shot coming completely out of nowhere. Thirdas saw him go down through his scope and almost couldn't believe the feat himself, he had to check twice to make sure.

"I... I got him!" he reported to the Sarge and LT. "The Shaman is down!"

Dorn Company: [member="Amon Vizsla"] | [member="Tulan Kor"] | [member="Benjamin Cassidy"]​

Ghost Company: [member="Allura Kahli"] | [member="Tyrell Caphey"]​

Helios Company: [member="Mikilanna Mihaly"]​

Others: [member="Josh Dragonsflame"] | [member="Ura Iolar"] | [member="Aurel Kvold"]​

 

[Allura Kahli]

GHOST COMPANY
TASK FORCE RAIDER
OPERATION: SPARTACUS

Apparently Dorn company felt the same way about working together. Kahli stood with lumbering masses to either side, blades dripping with blood, when she saw someone hit the Shaman in the head with a mop before being shot. Both kukri were slammed back into their sheaths without the Captain bothering to wipe them off.

Kahli drew a pistol and strode into the next room where the body lay. If Kvold got between the Umbaran and the platform, the Captain wouldn't mind shoving her out of the way. Soon as she stopped at the ledge, the pistol lifted enough to fire several shots back at the celebratory troops. All carefully aimed to throw up debris without punching a hole in their helmets -- this time. If they didn't get the message next time she wouldn't restrain herself.

She didn't stand there admiring her handiwork in case one of them returned the favor. The Captain pivoted and strode back into the room. Her mask turned from one side to the other before she plucked a data pad off a nearby table. With it shoved into her belt, the black figure strode over to the Shaman's body. If Aurel had any objections they'd be dealt with, but right then she was getting the Shaman out of there; if that meant doing it at gun point Kahli would have no problem with that. Behind that mask no one could see the unbridled rage on the assassin's face. The one time killing the target wasn't the best outcome and foot soldiers--

"Exfil. Now!" she snapped into Ghost company's private comm link.

Another hookshot and the Captain would disappear repelling down the side of the arena with the Shaman over her shoulder.

Dorn Company: [member="Amon Vizsla"] | [member="Tulan Kor"] | [member="Benjamin Cassidy"]​

Ghost Company: Allura Kahli | [member="Tyrell Caphey"]​

Helios Company: [member="Mikilanna Mihaly"]​

Others: [member="Josh Dragonsflame"] | [member="Ura Iolar"] | [member="Aurel Kvold"]​

 

[Cassius Droma]

Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Sabine Galen"] | [member="Kat Decoria"] | [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] | [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Sigyn Vanir"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]​

As the giant finally moved from the shadows into the open light of day, the crowd became deafening. In his short time here, Cassius hadn’t faced the goliath, but he had heard of it in passing. The Cyborreans were no doubt saving him for this occasion – a big blow out with multiple gladiators, warriors, beasts, and a giant to top it all off. That being said, the combination of the fighting outside matched with the gladiators in the ring not providing the entertainment promised was making the Cyborrean spectators nervous and angry.

Sabine tasked herself with distracting the shaman, the source of their lack of connection with the Force. He nodded to her, jogging towards the goliath, knowing that by distracting him, he could protect Sabine. Picking up a discarded spear along the way, he threw it forward. It just barely pierced the thick skin of the goliath – not enough to cause much damage, but enough to get the albino beast’s attention.

With a roar of anger, it slammed its fist down next to Cassius. The young Jedi managed to step out of the way, but the sheer power of the hit into the ground made him lose his balance. Just as Cassius managed to grab a sword, the goliath grabbed at Cassius, managing to wrap his entire hand around the smaller man’s torso. Cassius thrust the blade of his weapon directly into the goliath’s wrist, causing him to get dropped.

No sooner had Cassius’s feet hit the ground and he’d stabilized himself did he hear Sabine shout to him again. Just then, he could feel it rushing back to him, like a wave of tingling electricity coursing through his body – the Force. He lifted his hand, and a small metal cylinder flew from a wooden stand next to the shaman. It slapped perfectly into his palm, and Cassius activated his lightsaber, the green blade springing to life.

The goliath lifted his leg for a pushing kick, but Cassius moved to the side and sliced upwards, taking the goliath’s leg completely off from halfway down the shin. This made the beast crumple, shaking the earth around him. He tried to push himself back up with his one good hand, but Cassius lopped that off as well. With a stone-cold demeanor, Cassius whirled his lightsaber around a few times before delivering the killing blow – a slice right down on the beast’s neck, severing the head.

Looking up, he looked at the shaman just in time to see him recover from Sabine’s distraction for only a moment before a blaster bolt took him out completely. Now the stadium was in full chaos – the show was over, and it was getting more dangerous for them than it was for those inside the arena. Now that the Force was with them again, Cassius couldn’t imagine there being much more resistance.

 

[Audren Sykes]

Objective 1: Fight. Survive.
Allies: [member="Sabine Galen"] | [member="Kat Decoria"] | [member="Cassius Droma"] | [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] | [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Sigyn Vanir"]

The creature that emerged was significantly larger and more imposing than even the enemies they'd been fighting before. The opening salvo took out two of the native fighters. Not content with that statement however, the giant began moving through the arena, attacking as he went. Behind it - quite content to tear apart the scraps - followed two dog-like creatures. And of course, he was headed straight at Audren.

He focused in on the creature's gait, trying to gauge speed and distance. His shoulder didn't make it easy to focus, but he would step forward and to the side to avoid the creature, then hamstring it...or try, at least. He thought he had it down and began moving, only for the giant to be distracted by a thrown spear and shift away. The albino's first attack missed the spear-thrower, but knocked him down. By the time he'd recovered, a rather large hand had been wrapped entirely around the man's torso. Known or unknown, the Sephi wouldn't let the other man bear the brunt of the attack alone and started moving that way.

Only a few steps in and there came a shout. At the same time the Force swept back through him. In an instant he understood that he didn't just have a dislocated shoulder but also a clavicle fracture and bruised ribs to boot; adrenaline had masked some of the injuries. He swallowed the pain that knowledge brought and swung his own blade, this time bolstered by the strength and accuracy of the Force. The other man, however, had somehow found and summoned a lightsaber. Their blows struck simultaneously: one on each leg. Audren's unpowered blade dug through skin and muscle. It didn't go deep enough to sever the muscle, but the tension there did the rest of the work for him. The lightsaber, on the other hand, cleanly severed the other leg.

The shock of the beast's fall knocked Audren down, and to his great fortune also away. He landed on his left and pain tore through his head. By the time he managed it the lightsaber's green blade was falling one last time, neatly severing the head from the body. Once again the Force began to drain from the arena, then paused for a second, then came rushing back in a storm. Someone had apparently been able to permanently stop whatever was pushing back the Force, somehow. He didn't much care how it happened, just that it had.

With stubbornness fitting for, well, a Jedi Master the Sephi forced himself to his feet. For a moment he simply stood there and looked around, then he made a small gesture with his right hand. He'd not found a lightsaber, but a blaster pistol was close enough for now. That got tucked into the waistline of his pants and he began walking towards the red-haired woman who'd also faced a rider. She'd also managed to fell her opponent, though he'd not been able to see how. Until he was sure what the new chaos throughout the arena's grandstands was about, he wasn't going to try and get out, not injured like this anyways. He'd stick with the other fighters instead, the ones who he now knew blazed with the power of the Force. Once he was out he'd begin the tedious process of healing. For now he merely accepted and pushed past the pain; survival was the first priority.

 

[Tulan Kor]

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Dorn Company: Amon Vizsla | Tulan Kor | Benjamin Cassidy

Ghost Company: Allura Kahli | Tyrell Caphey

Helios Company: Mikilanna Mihaly

Others: Josh Dragonsflame | Ura Iolar | Aurel Kvold



So, someone was upset.

Tulan flipped her off when she threw her on little fit. He patted Thirdas on the back, moving towards one of the balconies. And from there- well.

Well Tulan just started shooting everything that wasn't a Ranger or a Jedi or related to one of the two in a positive manner right in the face.

Like fish in a barrel.

No mercy, not even for a second to think that they were already beaten. Tulan wanted to leave a message-

No one messed with the Rangers, no one messed with the Silver Jedi. The only thing they'd get is their ticket punched, and a quiet dirt nap. He rotated, putting additional holes in the mass of Cyborreans' bodies as he rotated his weapon. Each way he pointed it- something died.

Didn't even to stop to think if they were surrendering or stopping.

Just constant stream of death.


Dorn Company: Amon Vizslahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/21255-amon-vizsla/ | Tulan Korhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/21849-tulan-kor/ | Benjamin Cassidy
Ghost Company: Allura Kahli | Tyrell Capheyhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/18137-tyrell-caphey/
Helios Company: Mikilanna Mihalyhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/21527-mikilanna-mihaly/http://starwarsrp.net/user/21527-mikilanna-mihaly/
Others: Josh Dragonsflamehttp://starwarsrp.net/user/1557-josh-dragonsflame/http://starwarsrp.net/user/1557-josh-dragonsflame/ | Ura Iolar | Aurel Kvold

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Objective 3: Business of War

"That's just the smoke round: now the blast radius of explosive rounds is very similar"

"We may wish to purchase one of each caliber on a training basis, smoke rounds, before committing to a larger-scale order"

She knew it was more feasible for smaller weapons to provide hardware on a limited basis before selling larger amounts. It wasn't like large capital ships such as destroyers or battlecruisers, or other ships that size. Mortars typically were much lower-maintenance than any vehicle that could carry them onto a battlefield, or aircraft. Sure, they still needed regular cleansing, but it was mostly one big tube and perhaps a few moving parts. Not like even a repulsorlift MBT or some other piece of mobile artillery. Yet, she still needed to hand the Cyborreans a provisional contract providing for the delivery of one mortar of each size, and sign it, with instructors from the Rangers to train them in their use.

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

Dorn Company
TASK FORCE RAIDER
OPERATION: SPARTACUS

An unexpected hail of blaster rounds had the young Private duck for cover, even though it became apparent that said rounds were not in danger of hitting them. "What the hell...?" After that there was nothing, and his look of confusion was interrupted by the pat on his back by Sergeant Kor. With the death of the Shaman, the place was in utter chaos as the crowd watching the arena combat either dispersed or attempted to rush the attacking force. Without their leader's instructions however, they were easily overcome by the professional Rangers appearing more and more with each passing moment. It seemed for now, Thirdas was able to take a breather.

Slumping down with his back against the piece of debris he's used for cover, he set aside his rifle and removed his helmet, running his fingers through his short mess of hair atop his head. Reaching for his canteen he splashed some water in his face and took plenty of large gulps to sate his parched throat. He'd survived his very first battle, and there would likely be many more to come.

However, when Thirdas watched how the bloodthirsty Sarge kept mowing down Cyborreans wherever he could find them, he was at a loss for words at the sheer joy at killing the man showcased for all to see. Didn't matter who crossed his path, or even whether they were armed or not; Tulan was utterly merciless. He wanted to speak up against the Sergeant, but something held him back. Could be he feared retaliation from a superior officer, though fear never held much sway over him before. Perhaps his sense of duty to the Rangers prevented him from stepping in, as these were considered hostiles and had shown no mercy in their own methods.

So, to his great shame, Thirdas closed his eyes and tried to block out the screams of death and the manical laughter of the one committing said atrocities. As he did however, a wicker basket next to him suddenly seemed to be quivering. Lifting the lid, his eyes went wide as within there sat a little green boy with a terrified face looking up at him. After a quick look around to see if anyone was watching, Thirdas gestured for the boy to be quiet before placing the lid back on, then draped a piece of cloth over it to look even more inconspicuous.

"Lieutenant, Sergeant," he finally hollared at the two. "We should be seeing about our missing people, get them to safety, yeah?" Any excuse to leave the immediate area, and get Sarge off his killing spree.

[member="Tulan Kor"] | [member="Amon Vizsla"]​

 

[Zef Halo]

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Everything happened quite fast after Dorn Company were pressed on pushing into the Shaman's enclave. In the midst of the bloodshed, private Heavenshield was somehow able to eliminate the shaman with a well placed shot. A job well done for a rookie. An even better job done for a son of a Jedi. It wasn't hard to deduct the Mandalorian had sub par views of the Jedi.

He managed to catch a glimpse of Captain Kahli leaving the location with the corpse of the Shaman. If Amon could read body language, he was certain the infiltration specialist was quite frustrated with the turn of events. His reaction came simply with a frown underneath his helmet. Whatever had caused her frustration was something the Vizsla wasn't aware of. He decided it was best to leave his thoughts at that.

As the Rangers stormed through the enclave, more or less following the bloodthirsty Sergeant in hunting down every Cyborrean that remained, Amon's attention turned to Thirdas.

"Yes. We should." He curtly replied deactivating the Darksaber and making no mention of Kor's disappearance to chase down the remnant of the green aliens. The lieutenant gave an uninterested glance at a basket with a cloth over it.

Nothing about it struck him as odd.

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Dorn Company: [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"] | [member="Tulan Kor"] | [member="Benjamin Cassidy"]​

Ghost Company: [member="Allura Kahli"] | [member="Tyrell Caphey"]​

Helios Company: [member="Mikilanna Mihaly"]​

Others: [member="Josh Dragonsflame"] | [member="Ura Iolar"] | [member="Aurel Kvold"]​

[member="Silver Starlight"]​

 

[Tyrell Caphey]

GHOST COMPANY
TASK FORCE RAIDER
OPERATION: SPARTACUS

"T.C., remember when you said we can't afford to go toe to toe with the Cyborreans?"

He had not much of time to wonder where the captain intended to go with that statement, before she attached herself to a line and leaped down to the carnage one floor down.

''Chit!'' he hissed under his breath and shot a quick glance back at his squad.

''Alright! Everyone on me, we'll go where the captain goes!'' he ordered in an encouraging voice before they all did the same as the captain, joining her a few seconds after she had left. With the corpse of the shaman extracted, they stayed on the captain and covered her back and flanks for any threats.

Dorn Company: Amon Vizsla | Tulan Kor | Benjamin Cassidy
Ghost Company: Allura Kahli | Tyrell Caphey
Helios Company: Mikilanna Mihaly
Others: Josh Dragonsflame | Ura Iolar | Aurel Kvold