Log:BHG: Inch by Inch

BHG fights thugs on the bridge

OOC Date: February 5, 2021
Location: Lone River Bridge Coronet City, Corellia
Participants: Boba Fett, Hadrix Kora, Kirioth Kora, Jarret Sur, Tara Sur, Bindi Sur, Narsai Ordo, Ishnahk, Aejin, Dhr'rall, Sumi Kora, Aurra Sing NPC, Bounty Hunters' Guild

The plan is simple: Take the bridge.

Deadly force is authorized under CORSEC Code DV-102-12-01, in pursuant of the Coronet Stabilization Act, which granted the use of third party contractors and Bounty Hunters' Guild to engage violent criminals and bring them to justice, or an early grave.

Lone River Bridge

Lone River Bridge is a key bridge, and the only way into Quadrant 2 of Coronet City. For the past week since the capture of the Harm gang, a weapons dealer outside the city limits who supplied most outfits throughout the city, gangs have retaliated by obstructing this bridge and shooting down peacekeepers waving the CORSEC flag for negotiation.

The time for words is over.

The BHG put out an open contract for an assault of the bridge. The plan is a two pronged attack: One by air, one by ground. The aerial assault is covered, or so the Guildmaster, Gor Bullet, indicated to combat leaders. What task remained was taking the bridge by ground assault. THAT'S WHERE YOU COME IN.

Our attack begins with the sudden appearance of a remarkably rare Firespray ship, Slave I. It rises up from the treeline, thrusters engaging, and rotates into an attack vector for the bridge. Turret emplacements on the bridge highlight just how dangerous this fight is going to be; just from coming into proximity of the bridge, the night sky is alight with lances of focused laser fire. The attention is on Slave I, or Sumi makes it so when she engages the twin cannons of the ship and fires on the obstruction blocking the entrance to the bridge.

PENKPENKPENKPENKPENKPENK

A massive explosion rocks the terra-firma, concussion expanding out in every direction, EVEN the bridge is jarred by the sudden impact. The way to the bridge is opened up, smoke is swirling around, and fire now burns on one side of the bridge where once stood an obstructing structure, now it is but flame and dead bodies!

Sumi's voice cuts over the encrypted comms then. <<"Ground team, this is Sumi Kora. Mr. Bullet and I have opened the way to the bridge. Move to the bridge now and begin engaging this street trash. Deadly force is authorized; I say again, do not pull your punches. BE AWARE.. there are turrets all along the bridge. MARK THESE TURRETS, and Mr. Bullet and I will do our best to bring them down.">>

Boba Fett (Gor Bullet, public aliases are fun) is seated behind the control board of the Firespray that's in the air. The ship rumbles through the sky as it tries to draw the fire of the turrets on the bridge. "The trick will be not burning our own people to ash." Fett says to his co-pilot in similarly matching armor.

Fett reaches a gloved hand up to a display control button above his helmeted head, he keys it on and extends down a ground monitoring display that gives a nice view of everything directly beneath the Slave I. While Sumi fires the gimble-mounted cannons of the ship, Boba focuses on flying it and keeping them from getting blasted from below.

<"Watch yourselves."> Gor's voice says to everyone on comm. <"If you need air support, call it out.">

Five hundred meters or so back from the closer range parts of the ground team, some appropriate colored netting wrapped around her rifle, Tara rests the bipod of the AFD-43 on the burned out reckage of a speeder that had fallen victim to the gangs a few days ago. <<"Tara here, I've got visual on the bridge on my scope, Taclink's active. Ping priority targets and I'll make them go away.">>

"<Me as well.>" comes Bindi's calm voice as she sets up on the opposite side of the bridge behind a flipped speeder truck, bringing her sniper rifle up to her shoulder as her helmet tilts, starting to look for targets.

<<"Copy. Sweep, clear and target marking.">> Not stomping, tromping or otherwise moving in a fashion one would expect of a man of his bulk - moving like oil smoke over water Hadrix keeps the massive brass and wroshyr rifle of choice today held at low ready as he makes his advance towards the opening.

A moment to view the surroundings before he's on comms again, <<"Long range elimination, watch your crossfire. Ping friendlies risking passover into your fire lines. Heavy weapons on ingress flanks with rapid fire center point.">> eyes flicking from area to area as he goes,

<<"Funnel them to the sides, put them in sniper and heavy gun fire lanes and divide them.>>

"Bossy..." the ID10 hovering just behind him chuckles in synthesized woman's voice. <"Hush.">

No sniper rifle in Narsai's hand, the red armored Ordo woman was in the ground team and in the push. With her visor's HUD flagging targets and synching to the others, highlighted hostilea were being marked for both her and the Reviver snipers.

Sumi's call and covering fire was the signal, Narsai pings her IFF and then moves, W-35 raised to engage. <<Advance!>>

Ishnahk moves along with the rest of the ground team, carbine held firmly in his claws. "Let'ss do it!" he growls, moving quickly along with the others to begin their assault on the bridge.

<<"Understood, Tara and Me Aswell. Aejin also has visual on the bridge. It is a very nice bridge that will look better without thugs on it,">> Aejin answers with his helmet on, seals tight, and the Enforcer in his grip ready to rock. For the moment he keeps his eyes peeled and his head... not really down, but at least not standing rigidly straight. The visor of his helm sweeps this way and that, taking in the bridge itself. Though he does spare a glance toward Hadrix when he begins to give instructions and advice on the upcoming battle. The newly minted Core Hunter then spares a glance toward the droid and the stare is maintained for only a moment, with the expression beneath surely hidden away from view by the helmet of his Dreadfinder armor. Ahead his attention soon turns, focusing to the task at hand and the battle sure to come. That is until Aejin's hand moves to holster his Enforcer and once again take up a grenade with a comment aside to Hadrix, <"I'll flush their positions out like a Zeltronian street walker visiting a clinic.">

THUD! CRUSH!

Immense forms crash down to the ground, one is Most-Brass, and one is Most-Gold. Rakka, and Takka. In the dust created of the zone, there are two burning red cycloptic eyes. ZEDs. Their glimmering, gleaming forms are present before another, with great 'horns' in his silhouette, leaning on a rifle so old it might just be a staff. Should be a staff.

There is a chittering sound, "Y'gritti. It is recommended you take cover." "Yes, do please take cover. We will take it from here, and link with the Slave-1."

"Yes. We will. Rakka?" "Takka?"

The two ZEDs stomp forward, receiving their orders they'll stand some bit back behind Hadrix, and the area around them is flooded with the red light of those singular eyes. The voices speaking in tandem in voices far deeper, far less polite or kind than is typical: "CONFIRMED: BHG NETWORK COMMANDS - LETHAL-FORCE AUTHORIZED."

Most-Brass kneels down cracking pavement, and Most-Gold stares ahead. Comms crackle, as the droids work together to begin calling out tactical-movement timing and positions, as well as spotted combatants.

Which leads Hapvarnna, or Y'gritti, to find cover and wield that ancient Czerka rifle, all decorated as it is. "Ayyyyy!" The Togruta has arrived.

Though his armor is crimson and laced with gold, Jarret strides forward with the rest, the drape of reptile skin over his shoulders cutting the silhouette. Into the wall of smoke he goes, the compact shape of his repeater as he walks, sensors piercing through their cover as he seeks proper targets. For Jarret, usually serving as support fire in situations like this, the turrets are his goal; the grenades his rifle fires should be more than enough to wreck the turrets if he can get a good shot in, without drawing the gunship into their range. Times like this, being an engineer can be of excellent utility.

Why? Well. He'll best know where to shoot to keep from bringing the bridge down on them, naturally.

Roth is here and trying not to draw too much attention in her alabaster armor. Good luck on that! She's on the ground today as opposed to being anywhere near a gunner seat since she couldn't hit anything that way as it is. She's hunkered down and waiting for the moment, her beskad waiting patiently at her side as she waits for a time to spring out and pull a muscle probably.

<<"Dhr'rall is fairly certain everyone sees bridge by now, if not. Get eyes checked.">> The glowing jade pupils of his own eyes vanish a moment as he blinks. The Togorians finger-claws twitch a moment in consideration. Then his massive right paw dips down to draw the heavily modified Scout Rifle off the holster on his hip. He sinks down on digigrade legs for a moment to check it over and consider his next action.

His left paw comes up and clips up his full faceplate just under the visor to his helmet to filter out the smoke. Peering up and over, he engages the electro-binocs to consider approach and targets. His eyes twitch from focus point to focus point. Pausing there is a short nod to himself, and he rumbles his sibilant but passable basic into the comms. <<"Slave One from Dhr'rall, priority target in form of E-Web being set ip. One hundred meters in from last volley, right side. Rest of team, 20 gangsters same range running at team. Passable cover from abandoned speeders.">> With that, Dhr'rall is on the move from cover to cover to close the range.

The assault begins.

The bridge is a large, wide affair with SPORADIC spots for COVER by way of ABANDONED SPEEDERS. Fire and black smoke dominates the western end of the bridge (the side we're coming from) and it alerts the forces that occupy the bridge that there's trouble. IN RESPONSE TO OUR ASSAULT, twenty (20) thugs are moving down the flat speedway of the bridge to occupy positions near or behind speeders. THIS CAN BE SEEN BY SNIPERS. Much like Dhr'rall said, an E-Web team is setting up to the RIGHT side of the bridge.

<"Hopefully no danger-close calls,"> Sumi intones to Fett, half amused though it doesn't show with her helm on. From the Co-pilot seat, Sumi uses the interface to sight in, adjusting the gimbal mounted cannons while Boba flies. <"Incoming fire, sir.">

Meanwhile, on the ground, the tactical prowess of our assault teams sees them with the surprise advantage in that they see the THUGS running for cover and have the opportunity to engage them.

The Slave I starts its first pass and the shooting from the ground begins with a splash of enemy fire off of the Firespray's shielding.

Boba grunts.

"Remind me why we're not just blowing this bridge to pieces, and just building a new one in its place?" He says to his co-pilot before turning hard on the flight control to sending the ship banking to the south to come around for another sweep.

Bindi's voice says over the coms, wryly. "<My name....>" There's a snap of a blaser round as the bolt shrieks downrange, punching through one of the E-Web crew and sending him flying backwards. "<...is Bindi.> she finishes, already starting to switch to another target.

<<"Copy. Engaging the E-WEB.">> Nestling the stock into hershoulder, Tara slows her breathing. In... out. She adjusts the scope a little, centering the reticle over the power unit's center. In... out. She pulls the trigger. The rifle squeals, and the high powered bolt slams into the powerpack. The remaining member of the guncrew has just enough time to see the monitoring telltales go wild before the nest erupts in a nice display of fireworks. <<"Oya!">>

"You love this part." the synthetic female voice again, from the small droid floating behind the big man, Hadrix's helmeted head shakes slightly. <"Maybe."> "Maybe my anti-gravs. You missed this." <"Maybe."> He really did miss it at times. Field command so often had him working rather than fighting on the ground. <"Corellians - don't just let us blow the damn bridge. CEC will just buy a new one for some PR poodoo." Hadrix rumbles to himelf. Blaster bolts plink into duracrete nearby and his first instinct is to lift, brace and fire.

SHOOOONK

Damn near twists him in half before he leans into the shot, feeling armor grind under the pressure from the kickback of the wookiee gun before be pushes forward for the next press of the firing stud. Where the first shot smashed stone up in a shower of pebbles - the next finds the center of mass of one of the approaching thugs and leaves his legs to fall forward, flopping and twitching while the rest is fountained upwards by overpressure from flash vaporized innards.

<"One down."> already swinging his weapon towards the next.

The E-Web pings as the live-tracking notes Tara and Bindi switching targets, but the explosion of the power cell? That has Narsai grining beneath the shroud of the T-Visor. Still, she advanced forwards, aware of the massive bolt from Hadrix's wookie weapon that explodes a target before her before she twists to take aim and drops a target of her own with a blast from her handcannon of a blaster.

Green eyes move between the targets, HUD following the movements before she signals the fearsome Firespray. <<"Slave One, target those Turrets, we don't need them taking you down or blasting away the cover we have!">>

A golden helmet tilts to one side in order to spare Aejin a glance around the wreckage of some past attempt to retake the bridge. He nods once as he shifts away and the orb in his hand is given a little bounce within his palm. Across the encrypted comm network the cool and dry voice of the Rattataki can be heard, <<"Cautionary advance. Grenade out. Fire in the hole">. Aejin then steps back from around that wreckage, cocks his arm back, and lets the fragmentation grenade fly. Yeet.

Ishnahk rushes forward as the battle begins. He brings his carbine up as he runs and fires off a couple of quick shots. Unfortunately, they both go wild. "Dank farrik!" he growls while moving up to take cover behind one of the damaged speeders littering the bridge. He gives a cheer when the e-web is taken out and then it's back to business.

Hapvarnna is waaay back, way back, beyond the danger of - you know - getting shot. Sort of. Instead, the Y'gritti of the Togruta peers down the sight of his ancient rifle and gives a yip, "Ayyy! Ay!" Even as the crack-thunder of the longrifle sounds off, and the slugthrower whizzes by someone's facemouth -- Rakka and Takka turn their large heads towards one another, and the cycloptic eyes flicker-flash in rapid succession. Binary. Then one turns its head 360-degrees to stare at the Togruta, "Y'gritti. Permission to advance?"

Which clues the mad Togruta to give another shout, and wave at the large droids, "Ayyyy! Yes! He says, even, yes! Go forth! Show themmmm! Show them! We'rrrre here for the job, yes? The Goodness? Yes. Yes." Rifle held aloft, shaken up and down like a Tusken, the Togruta shouts behind the two golem-like things...and they in turn stand, in unison, to start marching forward towards the group. Voices suddenly much louder, and far less kind: Two red cyclops shouting across the bridge:

"YOU ARE IN VIOLATION OF SYSTEM-LAW. LETHAL-FORCE HAS BEEN AUTHORIZED. LAY DOWN YOUR ARMS, OR BE ELIMINATED. SOROSUBB INDUSTRIES THANKS YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION."

Most-Brass and Most-Gold move forward.

Proceeding forward, past those who stop to light up the gangsters coming down the hill, Jarret's target remains clear: the oily smoke that twists skyward from the ruined speeders provides ample darkness for him, as projectors installed through his armor begin to emanate a light-absorbing field around him as he goes. For important moments, he is as the darkness, hopefully to be missed by anyone who might otherwise had been targeting him. He crouches, toggles the grenade launcher mounted into his riot gun, sights the nearest of the turret installations.

<< Slave One, alor'Sur speaking. Engaging first turret, fire for effect. >>

From the lower barrel, a glowing orb of crimson light is spat in a smooth parabola into the turret and its housing; it explodes, violently so, touching off the tibanna reserves inside the turret casement. The bridge rattles from the force of the explosion, and Jarret's voice comes through the noise like a razor hissing free. << Turret down. Proceeding to next installation. >>

Moving with a purpose, but not a pattern Dhr'rall keeps pace advancing at the enemy along the bridge. Belatedly he hopes a friendly sniper doesn't take an ear off. He also realizes that it sure would be nice to have some grenades... but Aejin seems to handle that particular need just fine. His feet shift a little when the bridge shakes because a turret emplacement vanishes.

Blaster fire is about to come this way, he knows it. It's not just the fact that there's a bunch of angry likely underpaid goons, it's his size. He tends to attract attention for some reason. A LOT of attention. Fangs appear as he grins behind his faceplate. It's rare he actually has his full helmet engaged, but seemed reasonable this time. Skidding to a thumping halt against an abandoned speeder, Dhr'rall rises up to erase a thug from the equation, and hunkers back down utilizing the benefits of digitgrade legs.

<"We're playing nice with the city council, sir."> Sumi replies, though the tone is likely as exasperated as Boba feels about the whole situation. Slave I's cannons chew up the outer side of the bridge, igniting a series of turret emplacements there and rocking the entire structure. The bridge is holding, but it does not like the constant harassment.

With grenades going off in horrific explosions, and blaster fire trading back and forth, it's becoming difficult to see with all the smoke and haze surrounding the fighting. It's utter chaos on the bridge; from afar and above, the glow of constant shifting blaster fire lances going back and forth make it seem like a FURIOUS lightshow.

Thanks to the efforts of Bindi, Tara, and Jarret Sur... the team is able to ADVANCE some 50 yards. In the groups' wake? destruction and death.

Five (5) Turret teams lay ahead, making use of obstacles like burned out speeders to mount their weapon and begin to open fire.

Fifteen (15) thugs are still engaged at close quarters, rushing the team in places, or holding back and firing from a distance. MANY ON THE TEAM feel the sting of some minor successes, but the fighting is not letting up.

Sumi's response about the Coronet politicians just has him silent in response. He stares forward with the mirror black finish of his visor's helmet reflecting the scenery outside as it passes by the ship's exterior...

The comms of the fighting are bouncing off the interior walls of the Slave I's cockpit, and when a sensor alarm comes up to warn of impending targeting computers getting a lock on his ship, Boba starts to sway the vessel just as the enemy fire comes up toward them! The Slave I weaves through the aggressive attacks flung its way, and Boba reaches a gloved hand out to activate a warhead system on the ship's control board.

"Yeah. Well. We didn't say it'd be in good shape after saving it." He tells his co-pilot before lining up the nose of the Firespray and launching a missile down toward the bridge! It spiraling through the air before colliding with one of the turrets that shot at them!

<<"Gonna see if I can keep the turret gunners distracted. Firing.">> Exhaling again, Tara centers the crosshairs over the helmeted head of a gunner that's just peeking over the emplacement's blast shield. THe unfortunate ganger's head snaps back, body slumping limply against the controls as their assistant tries to drag them clear.

After the E-Web comes apart, Bindi stays low, just the barrel of her weapon poking beyond the wrecked speeder truck she's crouched behind. When Tara's shot marks the turret crew, sending the gunner crumpling in his sleep, her shot comes almost immediately after, but narrowly misses the backup gunner, spanging off the armor protecting the gun itself as he ducks down. "<Mm. With you Tara. Missed the backup.>"

"Shouldn't we be using cover?" <"Maybe."> Still nattering at one another, the Al'Verde Kora continues forward with droid at his back, red optic scanning while the mandalorian draws a slide switch to set the charge on his rifle, head turning to one side, <<"Narsai, I'll cover right flank, you take left?">> growling out over comms while he and the Alor'Sur seem content to surge forward out in the open heedless to the numbers faced. <<"You need to learn how to use one of these if you haven't already.">> the absolute glee in his voice, even when another shot rings out and forces him to stutter step to one side, ducking and falling to a knee with the rifle shouldered.

Spherical tibanna pressure chamber beginning to whine as a metal bolt snaps into place, there is a moment when his head tilts to look down the iron of the weapon, sighting up again and firing, knee plate and boot scraping backwards across the duracrete and he pushes forward to stand up, <"One.">

Covered in the remains of his associate, still smoking meat or sooty ash, the next in Hadrix's line of sight has time only to let his rifle droop a half inch before his mouth becomes an alarmed 'O' before they too are blasted backwards by the force of the shot - tipped backwards rump over stim-tea kettle and skidding along on the ground before coming to a boneless resting heap.

<<"Two. Advancing.">> coming back to full height and looming forward.

Hellfire raining from the sky, bolts coming their way and a relentless charge across the bridge into (rapidly falling) superior numbers? This was exactly the sort of thing one called Mandalorians for and Narsai was enjoying the rush no less.

Continuing her charge, the shorter Mandalorian ducks under a bolt aimed at her and drops to a kneel, returning fire and blasting another thug off his feet before returning to her run, the next shot going a little wide as his buddy drops to cover at the left flank.

<<Where did you even get that rifle Hadrix?>>

Before he can get to cover, a blasterbolt slams into Ishnahk's shoulder. "Aackt I'm hit!" he growls, but he's still standing. Cursing, the Trandoshan pushes forward to try and get into cover behind a nearby speeder. As he moves, he brings the carbine to bear once more on the thugs. Again, his shots go wild and he spits a few more curses in Trandoshan. Angry that his own shots aren't finding their mark, he does take a moment to marvel at the destruction caused by Hadrix's weapon.

Another grenade is brought into hand from Aejin's utility belt. This time it isn't the angry party popper variety, but instead a smoke grenade. Red smoke, in fact. Aejin steps out from his cover in order to heave the orb across the gap between himself and a turret, <<"Gunship, be advised red smoke is...,>>", and then Aejin's helmet tilts aside to watch the canister sail over the guard rail of the bridge and plummet far below, <<"... never mind. Ignore traffic>>". Back into cover Aejin goes as his hand reaches low to collect the Enforcer from his hip, muttering vehemently within the confines of his helmet.

Marching forward through the smoke, kept low to minimize his signature and cloaked still by the shadow-field that radiates from his armor, Jarret prepares another salvo. << Alor'sur preparing another salvo, >> he reports over comms, << Second turret. Firing, grenade out! >>

But alas, this time the mangle of abandoned speeders proves barricade enough, and a grenade lands square in the side of one - it explodes, of course, but the mushroom cloud of smoke and flame that rolls into the sky only marks a harmless mechanical death, for the turret and the men behind it remain hearty and hale.

<< Negative impact, >> Jarret reports leadenly. << Firing again. >>

Roth manages to make it through her first attacks and doesn't draw TOO much ire. At least everyone didn't aim their guns at her and blast her off the bridge. The night was still very young though so she wasn't ruling anything out. She slashes violently out at the injured thug from the last attack. They drop into a heap and that gives Roth little pause in finding her next target, while it's not a killing blow, it still smarts enough to let him know someones trying to send him off without a happy ending.

There's a whine that sounds awfully clo-THWAP. Dhr'rall's snarl of rage and Togorian cursing are muted from within the Guild issued helmet. He looks down at a hole smoking on his primary chest armor. <"How?!"> His vox crackles open on his helmet reflexively, fortunately not on the primary comms. Dhr'rall plays Jack-In-The-Box. A very tall, predatory, fang and clawed Jack-In-The-Box as the rifle aims and he at least takes a thug off their feet before he ducks back down. Maybe if he tucks his tail-less backside to the bridge surface this time? Belatedly, he realizes this just puts his head closer to the height his chest just got zorched.

A strafing run that's subsequent to the explosion of a missile make the bridge begin to show signs of despair and discontent. Sumi laughs from the co-pilot seat, not really worried about what the Corellian government has to say about their methods. <"My sentiments too, sir. Hahaha.">

PENKPENKPENKPENKPENKPENK!

Slave I's cannons bite into the duracrete and erase a trio of turrets, leaving the one Tara and Bindi had harassed moments ago very, very, very exposed.

<<"The criminals are beginning to abandon their posts. Still have one turret up--">>

A long range lance catches the turret gunner climbing into the seat against their back. A sultry voice cuts over comms. <<"You had one turret up.. mind if I help out, 'Mr. Bullet'?">> Aurra Sing smiles from her vantage, sitting cross-legged with a long rifle. Her scope pans to the familiar Slave I before adjusting to the bridge to scan for targets.

The last of the criminals too close to the ground team to flee fight valiantly, but the fire from turret emplacements is at a halt. Slave I is not accosted at the moment, leaving the bridge for the team to mop up.

<<"Clean up the bridge and wash this trash away. I'm letting CorSec know it's time to do their job.">> Sumi informs the group, chuckling in the cockpit.

Boba was pleased enough with the result of the missile he'd launched. Enough so that he deactivated the missile system on the Firespray and focused on flying the ship instead.

"They're losing." He bluntly announces of their enemies status. "They'll fall back to Quadrant 2 now to take refuge in their claimed nests..."

Aurra's voice is heard, it's a voice he knows all too well. <"Your help is never turned down."> He replies to her request, whether it's sarcastic or not is up for debate.

The Slave I comes back around now and sweeps under the bridge, leaving a spraw of wash in its wake from the river beneath the structure.

<<"Where the shab did she come from?">> Tara looks up for a moment before putting her eyeslit back to the scope. This headshot's precise, the unarmored goon's head popping like a ripe melon. <<"Not that I'm gonna complain.">>

"< I would have liked to finish him.>" Bindi tchs as her next shot misses, as she pulls it slightly to the side, wanting to be sure of not accidentally shooting one of those in the swirl of melee in the back or something. That'd just be rude. More time on the range needed, apparently.

<<"Sneeve. I was out wandering and spied it in a street vendor of all places.">> Shifting stance to hold the barrel of the massive blaster in his left while his right shoulder is rolled. <<"Gonna need you to reinforce the strike plate pads in my pauldron, Narsai.">> Hadrix laughing now while the advance continues,

<<"Aejin - move abreast or use Narsai and I as cover - I'm your support, vod.">> eyes moving from point to point, <<"Roth - I have your back.">> Then Sumi's commands come in over comms and the big man makes his grinding stone laugh. <<"They're sitting on their duffs, sipping caf... I thought that -was- their job.">> Another twist of a control and within his helmet, Hadrix's expression becomes jubilant.

whumWhumWHumWHUmWHUM SHOOOONK

The overcharge systems installed into the customized weapons make a sound akin to a man-pack ordinance launcher a moment before the bolt is belched from the barrel. Heat contrails forming in the humid air over water and another of the foemen is blasted to pieces by the old wookiee tech that sends the Massive Mandalorian skidding backwards and nearly dumps him on his backside from the recoil.

<"HaHA!!! Who kriffing needs an e-webb!?"> Joy. Pure joy.

"Ghh!," Aejin grunts, growls, and hisses within his helmet as a blaster bolt finds its way across armor and meat of his leg. He wasn't careful enough with his cover, obviously. He hobbles about for a moment, his Enforcer resting at his side before he plants the majority of his weight onto his uninjured leg, leans out from his cover with the barrel of the Enforcer leading the way. Finding the - likely - culprit of the shot that had brought him a bit of surprise and discomfort, Aejin's slugthrower begins to roar back in answer to its modest pew. Likely into the back of his tactically withdrawing target. Maybe it's the slight tottering on account of placing most of his weight onto one leg, but many of his shots go wide; save for one which finds itself lodged securely in his target's back. The instruction from Hadrix however results in a golden helmet nodding and Aejin taking a few steps forward and aside, beginning to execute the maneuever as advised.

Another blaster bolt hits Ishnahk in the chest, staggering him back a few steps. Growling furiously, the Trandoshan pushes forward and drops to his knee behind the speeder. He raises his carbine and carefully takes aim at one of the thugs. Two red bolts fly from his rifle. One goes wide but somehow, by some stroke of gracious luck clearly bestoyed upon him by none other than the Scorekeeper herself, the second shot finds it's mark. "Aha yessss!" Ish yells in excitement, raises his rifle victoriously before ducking down again.

Turrets explode upon the bridge as Slave One hurtles by, strafing them into oblivion; when Aurra's rifle does what Jarret intended his next grenade to do, a stray shot from the mass of thugs drills him just right of his kidney. << Osik, >> he hisses softly, sinking heavily down on his knee as a wave of red, raw pain surges through him - but he fights through it, getting up and loosing a grenade from his rifle into the remaining dregs of thugs. Another flash of light and flame, a shower of debris, and two men are bloody, roasted fragments across the side of the embankment.

After a quick check for blaster holes Roth realizes that she's come through this fight relatively unscathed, which is bad for future engagements. Fate likes to save up and then drop her after she jumps through a window. Mistakes were going to be made, even if she was older and knew better. The Arkanian cuts a path with sword and dagger until there is a thinning of the herd. "It's getting easier to breathe in here thankfully." the woman mutters to herself as she looks to see who else is up.

A weaving, blasting hurricane of Beskar, Narsai wasn't talking, instead she was simply moving through the blaster fire like she could simply dance around the streaks of plasma with her name on them. Apparently she could!

Lifting her weapon, a bolt from her Mandalorian-made pistol blows one man off his feet before she extends her arm sideway and plants another straight between the eyes of a would-be flanker, reducing his face to a memory and little more while the rest of him tumbles off the side of the bridge.

Many moving parts, spectacular explosions... and fantabulous red smoke floating up from somewhere below the bridge. <"Huh."> Dhr'rall grunts to himself in brief illogical consideration. He shakes it off and takes a look from his cover, rising up he chooses a new target, pasting this one into the afterlife firmly before hunkering himself back down and eyeballing the ammo counter on his rifle.

The thugs are mopped up in quick order, the last one almost at the end of the bridge when something invisible hits the poor thug in the side of the torso and spills them over. The signature impact of an Imperial nightsinger rifle. Aurra lowers the scope after a brief follow through, and she smiles.

<<"All contacts down.. the bridge is ours. Take up defensive positions until CorSec patrol droids can get here and set up barricades.">> Sumi calls out from the safety of Slave I's cockpit. She glances over at Fett. <<"Now the real fight for the quadrant begins. Street to street, door to door. I've been looking forward to this.">>

CorSec ships can be seen entering the sector, heralded by the blazing hot flybys of HLAF fighters scorching contrails of grey steam through the tall dark towers of black smoke. The bridge was.. mostly intact.

Mostly.