Log:Bomb in the Ballroom
Bomb in the Ballroom
OOC Date: April 3, 2020
Location: Hanna City, Chandrila
Participants: Ambrosia Greystorm, Ban Iskender, Dyannah Nerus, Merek, Sajin, Vena, Jax Greystorm, Sesti Greystorm, Jessika Pava, Karé Kun, Yuun, Aryn Cole, The Resistance
An advanced party of Resistance Warfighters deployed by General Dameron have a bold mission they only have one shot at completing. They must reach the government palace and secure the hangar bays there for civilian medical efforts. Additionally, intelligence has revealed that the nefarious First Order has planted a bomb in the ballroom. It's rumored the First Order mean to detonate a nuclear device in the heart of Hanna City, making any victory on the world worthless.
That's where you come in. General Greystorm has analyzed local recon reports from Black Squadron and has found a weak spot in the FO defenses. OUR MISSION: Cut through the state park to reach the capital building, and wipe out the FO special forces Battalion.
OUR SETTING:
A series of civilian light freighters have just dropped off a pair of tanks while a shuttle opens to release everyone on board. They find themselves in a hastily set up aid station where a group of park rangers and local authorities have managed to fend off heated attacks. The landing zone is secure, but only makeshift shuttles that have been refashioned to be medical transports have had a tough time of landing more than one. With so many wounded, and so few left to fight off the Spec Ops FO battalion, the Resistance could not have landed at a better time.
There's no effort made to catch anyone up. As warfighters disembark, they're directed to the front trenches where a platoon of Stormtroopers have just appeared in a wide column formation. "GO GO!" Yelled the head ranger, motioning the actual soldiers forward!
Among those actual soldiers is Aryn Cole, a Doctor. She has activated her lightsaber and takes cover nearby for a moment, trying to get her headings. "General! Where do you want the Jedi?!" She yells over the sound of incoming blaster fire.
Sajin jumps off one of the tanks that rolls down and comes to a stop. His footfalls make a loud thud, power armor heavy and thick. Mikel, one of the Yellow Squad pilots pops out of the hatch, he's driving. Oroo, veteren of exegol and the only surviving RSC Commando's is manning the gun. <<"Where we going?".. Asks the helmeted Hapan.
The Firehawke lands along with Merek in the front seat. When it's landed, a nod offered to Pek, Merek begins maneuvering to stand up, entering the turret while the Private with him takes up the control console. The Corporal takes a moment to place on the tank headset, camouflage covering all the tank in city colors, so that it can blend into the place. He flicks a few switches, then he lines up the turret while it begins to charge, his holo casette placed into a device while he speaks on the comlink, <"Corporal Black, in position.">
Straight into it off of the transport with no new updates beyond high casualties in the local force. The Irregulars, Hapan, Zeltron, and Human, disembark as a group running towards the front lines. If she must be armored, then Dyannah favors a medium trooper suite for its advanced HUD and relative lightness. Blaster and shells holstered to her belt and a rifle slung over her shoulder, she jogs with the others.
There's an old Chiss that had been in one of those Y-Wings. Vena's been trying to keep track of things and lend a hand when she can. Maybe the woman is homicidal, the galaxy may never know. She's in armor and already has her daggers out as she hurries off the transport she had been on and moves to quickly get in on some good cover in the trench before a stormtrooper gets a lucky shot in and messes up her day entirely.
Jax emerges from the transport that the Irregulars ride in. He got his saber in his hand but the blade not extended yet. He takes a deep breath letting the force flow through him and his mind opening up. He looks at his saber then Sajin's tank. "Alright you can be in the front. I think the party's at the place. " Then he reaches in to slip a comlink into his ear, <Corsair, Com Check.>
Yuun comes down with Aryn, Ban and the other troopers, the dark skinned Initiate stretches out a little bit and he quickly moves to where the Ranger orders them, he sees the storm troopers and his hand moves to the hilt of his lightsaber. He looks to Ban and Aryn, than the others who are here, he offers a small nod. Yuun takes in the faces of the fighters here and he shows confidence not any type of cockiness or anything. He knows not everyone will make it out, but he will do what he can to do his part. He presses the power stud on his lightsaber and the bright blue blade comes to life with a snap-hiss. "May the Force be with us." he says to them all.
<<Copy, Corporal Black. Follow me, we're the tip of this spear.>> General Greystorm surveys the chaos that awaits with a cool, collected calm. She is a long way from her desk and that suits the veteran groundpounder just fine. "Pair off with our tanks!" Ambrosis hollers back to the Princess she's sworn to serve. Striding boldly ahead of one such tank's nose, the old Battleaxe is armed to the teeth, rifle held in hands. There might be an unnerving sort of smile behind that visor of hers, half hidden by alternating displays of HUD data. "WE MOVE AS ONE!" She motions overhead as the tanks begin filing in, flanking the one she marches with, but hanging back a tad. Bit of a V formation, for now. "We plow these gardens. Straightest course. "They know we are here, no sense in delaying the inevitable. Once we reach the Palace, tank teams split and fan out, separating what we can of their fireteam's attentions. When the tanks split, have the Jedi keep to their affiliated team!"
<<All comms, you copy? Advance as one,mthen divide and conquer. When an entry point has been subdued for breach, the tanks hold position, our boots go inside. Demo teams, I hope you had a good night's sleep.>>
And on they march.
Surrounded by the medical equipment that's meant to help set up the civilian medical hangars, as a civilian herself, Sesti blows out a breath after watching her husband leave with the others. Arms crossed, her fingers tap along an elbow, a scowl on her face. Once the ship is empty, she looks around, just to make sure no one is watching. Then she grabs the helmet for her armor and seals it in place turning on her comms so she can hear what's happening. Drawing her blade and a dagger, she approaches the ramp, looks around, then flows down and into the mess, melding in with her weapons ready to strike.
Settled in her cockpit, Jess reaches forward flipping the encrypted comms on. <<"General Greystorm, you got Major Pava and No Joy in the air. Call your targets, ma'am, and we'll bring the fireworks.">> Kare adds.. <<"WOOOHOOO!">> The deafening noise of an X-Wing passing overhead at close range, followed by another, are the pair of Ace pilots breaking supersonic speeds only to angle into a unified spin. Their red cannon fire pelts the ground around the Stormtrooper platoon that's suddenly forced into cover while the Resistance pushes forward!
Aryn shakes her head, the noise of the fighters passing overhead is SO LOUD. GAH! She gives Amber a thumbs up though, and motions the Jedi. <<"Two Lightsabers per tank! General's orders. Corporal Black, I'm escorting your tank!">> Aryn jogs toward his tank and latches on, hanging off with her lightsaber held off to the side.
Up ahead, the Stormtroopers use the freshly made smoking holes created by the X-Wings for cover. Smoke and dust is swirling with rays of sunlight peeking through. Blaster fire is EVERYWHERE, and the Rangers and Law Enforcement are not up to the challenge.
Sajin looks to the tank he moves with, <<"Supressive fire!">> Just before he raises his large ebony ryyk blade and proceeds to charge into the nearest group of troopers. His first attack missing by a slight kargin before a large swing catches the white helmeted foe. The tank opena fire on the legion of scattered troopers and the tank presses forward when able.
Merek takes a moment to look to the sensors, then he speaks to the comlink, <"Copy that, General."> Then he begins to upload information to the tactical console while the one manning the vehicle maneuvers along to begin covering. Pek, with Merek's orders, charges forward along with the vehicle. The Corporal then takes a moment to shift a rifle along, while he prepares for fighting with the enemy.
<<"Understood,">> Ban answers the instructions simply, firing off a pair of bolts as he steps to fall in with Aryn alongside Merek's tank as the Resistance column charges toward its objective. Making good use of the enfilade, the shots drop a pair of white armored troopers. Blaster-wielding arm extended in fine dueling form, Ban keeps the white bladed sword upright in the other, awaiting the anticipated counterattack calmly.
In formation with their tank, Dyannah's first contact with the enemy Spec Ops forces must have left them wondering. One of their numbers goes down like a rock, not unexpected when rushing a position; they'll realize later he's not dead. The soldier immediately to his left slows arm dangling awkwardly but picks up again, cursing at full speed.
Dyannah imagines the guy thinking it was his lucky day. When it comes down to it, the Zeltron knows that her heart is not for killing others. It's probably the reason she left her blaster on stun mode; she should have known better. Her thumb toggles the blaster to kill mode as she advances with the others.
<<Heard all that, yes. Copy.>> Vena states with a bit of a nod, even though she's got her helm on her eyes seem to glow through the visor. There's a breath taken, feet adjusted and then it's time for ACTION! The tall woman ducks up from her spot and starts slashing at the first trooper nearest to her. It's not the cleanest of attacks, but, she was excited.
Yuun is on the move once the orders are given, he isn't breaking the formation and as the stormtroopers begin coming through the hole, are met with resistance. (Get it Resistance! :)) Moving to his right, he is keeping with Aryn and Ban knowing that Ban is using a stunsaber he wants to help as much as he can. He moves towards the stormtroopers, quickly swinging his blade, Yuun isn't making things fancy, he's being proficent and surgical with each strike, as he cuts down two of the stormtroopers, one of the troopers roll under his blade, though as he misses, Yuun steps in towards them angling to take him on and any other troopers that are still up.
As they get the orders to use the tank as cover, Jax switches to his blaster pistol. He raises his blaster pistol and open fire from his position as he draws the blaster firing quickly in rapid succession. He takes down the one that Dyannah gave a really sore arm. Then he drops another one. <Got to love the bucket heads. Be careful and don't get in the way of them missing the tanks.>
<<Will do, my fly friends...>> Ambrosia answers Pava with a knowing grin. The strafing pelts the ground ahead and she eyes the holes made longingly. She'd love nothing more than to hop into one and throttle the occupant with her bare hands...but she is not the expendable grunt she once was, thirty-some years ago. So she settles for playing it smart and using the cumbersome heavy-hitter held in arms. When her team's tank swivels its position to offer cover, she uses it. And puts a sizeable hole through the ribs of a trooper trotting in profile.
There is no empathy felt for the boy or girl dropped under her single rifle bolt. The knitting brows under her helmet aren't working through a moral equation. They are focusing her eyes on the shifting haze of dust and ozone, seeking out an appropriate conglomerate for her to bead for their air support.
Amber only said she wasn't to be on the front lines anymore... she's behind Yuun and the others, so, that's not being in front, right? So, she wasn't in formation, but close enough that she could take a few steps forward when she saw Yuun in the middle of three. She doubted any would be left, but, just in case...
And, the one ducks under the sweep. As he backs off from the jedi to square off with him, it's almost too easy, so she at least gives him a challenge first. "Hey," she says, her helmet modifying her voice. She can't modify the purple blade, though, so she hopes Amber is occupied looking in a different direction as it sweeps the stormie's legs out from under him on a right to left swing. She brings her left arm around in a parallel swing with the blade, the dagger driving deep and taking the body of the stormie to the ground as the blade slices across. She nods to Yuun, trying to remember if he's seen her newish armor before she moves on, off to the side and keeping in cover as they continue the advance.
The Resistance is pushing forward. The platoon, well, what's left of them, has begun to run away. One appears to be using his helmet comms to trigger a counter attack. As the Resistance pushes over a wall of hedges and keels over some large trees, they come an open orchard field, the backdrop being the palace that looms high above.
<<"Tank teams, this is No Joy.. you got ten Gun Emplacements in that orchard. They're along the courtyard, at the foot of the palace. We can't mark them, but they have height on you guys!">> Overhead, the pair of X-Wings spin by, green lances from TIE cannons streaking by the blazing fast starfighters. <<"Be advised, we're off station for a sec. Gotta deal with the parade up here.">> Jess informs, her tone low and clearly annoyed.
Coming out of the tree cover, Aryn and moving along the flank of Merek's tank, Aryn quickly and efficiently cuts down a trio of Stormtroopers before they can fire on her companions. The twisting twirl of her lightsaber stylish but fulfilling her intended purpose. She looks to the palace, squinting.
Was that...? Sajin glances up as the platoon retreats. <<"Armor, in the look out... rocket troopers in bound.">> The King of Drik looks for the quickest way there... and its through a line of inbound melee troopers. His helmet hides the grin on his face. Raising his sword, the Hapan charges yet again, head first into the frey.
While the tank begins to maneuver forward along with the team, Merek looks to the sensors, then he nods while the holoscreen begins to display information on the weaponry emplacement. <"Gun emplacement marked, requesting air support to look where I fire."> The man nods, Private Pek beginning to maneuver along the trees that cover all of the park, though the tank begins to shift along.
Even while it begins to bank a bit, Merek swivels the turret weaponry, then he takes aim to one of the gun emplacements. <"Don't worry, I can work with that."> The Corporal pulls on the trigger of the turret, laser cannon firing upon position while the tank spins around a bit along the trees, the emplacement blasted up nicely.
Ban Iskender spares an instant to admire the swordplay which breaks the first enemy platoon, before his eye and steps are drawn toward the walls. <<"C.Q. troopers inbound. Engaging,">> Ban reports, moving to meet the charging black armored Close Quarters troopers alongside the Hapan. Deflecting a swing, he follows up with an oblique thrust to Sajin's opponent, dropping the trooper who screams pained obscenities in falling. Ban judges the reaction, "Uncouth," with a sniff.
An apple orchard! White petals rain down on the troops, a snow storm of flowers falling on the tanks laced by blaster fire. Jogging and firing at the same time Dyannah misses the storm trooper she aims for, not once but three times.
<<Ah kriff.>> Vena grunts out as she ducks from one of the troopers swinging at her. <<Really hate when they sneak up on you in that armor.>> she breathes out. She needed a nap. The next few hits aren't as hard as she'd like, but, she'd do better next time...or she'd be dead!
<They're not just jumptroops, they're carrying Rocket Launchers!> As the sun shines into Jax's eyes he doesn't seem to aim but trust in the force. "I am one wiht the force. The foce is my ally." He mumbles as he fires a couple rounds off two hitting dead on and the third missing wide. Then two jet troopers go crashing out of the sky. <Two less than before!>
Having seen the Stormtroopers getting taking out, he allows the force to flow through him and still he keeps with the group of their formation. He sees the new troopers coming in towards them. "I will push up, keep moving and keep one another covered!" he calls out as he sees the Stormtrooper he was fighting get shot. He than moves in on the Melee Troopers and as he attacks, these fighters are far more capable than the regular troopers. He furrows his brow as the troopers dodge from his attacks, though as he misses he chuckles, "Ok, looks like this will be a bit of a challange." he says more to himself than to anyone else. "Kriff," Ambrosia grunts her way over the clingy branches of a felled tree, displeased with No Joy's report. Her head cranes back, watching the X-wings veer off and she shoulders the rifle to touch her shoulder. <<TAKE OUT THOSE GUNS, TURRETS>>
"Buggery meatcans..." The General glowers at the incoming wave racing through the orchard. Aryn's trailed off words gets a look. Her head snaps forward, rifle raised to engage while one flinty eye glares down the sight. Sun be damned. She sees them, too. <<We got a flying bucket brigade. I count eight. Watch your skulls.>>
A long list of other not nice words that a grandmother should never say are rattled off like a prayer. A prayer that doesnt work because her trigger finger seals the deal the moment that armored gnat changes direction. With a glint of sunlight, to boot. It's a miss. A gloved hand flaps away some white petals in annoyance, even as she seeks to line up another shot. <<Hold your positions, use these trees to your advantage!>>
With her comms muted, the only warning Sesti gives is to anyone who can hear the speaker of her helmet. "Overhead! Rocket launchers in bound!" She's on the move faster, now, and not paying attention any more as to whether she's in the 'front line' or not. Now it's survival, finding cover that will protect her from the air as she fights. Her blade finishes the job on the Trooper that Vena had been fighting, but as she moves on to attack another, her blade swings wide and the stab of her dagger just misses the armor by a whisker.
Rockets rain down from the sky, setting off all sorts of internal and external alarms on the hovertanks. When the shells hit, concussive blasts emit massive globes of smoke and fire, but the armor is STILL there, scored with fried components and smashed armor plating. To add insult to injury, turrets begin to spool up from the palace, releasing an awful amount of laser fire that cuts through the orchard at random, kicking up dirt and hitting trees with deafening sound.
Those lances that hit the tanks hurt, and it rocks the armored vehicles harshly. Meanwhile, amidst all this chaos, our warfighters are locked up with Stormtroopers, and Black Melee Troopers, who are proving worth their salt. The battle is heated.
Aryn manages to cut down a melee trooper, crying out as the armored form is kicked off her lightsaber blade. The urge to scream something is there, but Aryn can't hear her own voice over all the loud impacting laser lances and rockets. She looks to Amber for direction. This was her arena.. the fog of war!
Sajin is struck once by blaster and the by melee weapon. Blood and smoke seeps from his armor bu he isn't down yet. He meanders into an alley way where there is an emplacement on the otherside, bidimg his time and calling the location in
Pek begins driving the tank along through the trees a bit easier, while the Firehawke then begins to bank along. Merek aligns with the turrets, while he begins to fire the cannons onto another emplacement. He then begins to charge the weapon while he speaks to the comlink, <"That's two emplacements, we need a bit of support to take the next. They are... Lighting the tank up." The tank begins to take a blast while pieces of the hull begin to break away. The Corporal looks from an open space in the turret to look towards the fight.
Ban Iskender indulges a brief curse under his breath as raining rockets combine with terrestrial towers to hammer their armor and fill the orchard air with cannonfire, erupting splinters and clods of dirt. In a whim of chance, the young soldier finds himself unassailed, and seizes the free moment to pick a vulnerable spot in the facing wall for an airstrike. <<"Target marked, a breach at this point is required, Black Squadron.">> The point chosen and transmitted to the aces overhead, Ban brings his sword back up, amid the black smoke and armored foes, and the white blossoms swirling through the shattered orchard.
Vena...poor Vena. She's tall, angry and old. This does not bode well in combat. The Chiss was whirling and stabbing, but, she gets hit solidly by a few hits and well, the tall woman simply grunts out something in Cheunh as she falls to her face in the already bloody ground. Then she's blinking, <<Gods damnit, get up.>> she wheezes out, but, that's not happening. So she does what everyone starts to do when they are hit, she starts to worm her way towards the rest of the group. Medic!
Blaster fire streaks by her helmet, hitting someone behind her. That Zeltron empathetic impulse for the oncoming attackers disappears under the weight of her comrades' wounds. Crouching down next to the tank, she flinches hard as gun emplacement starts to hammer it. Keeping low, she quickly reloads double-checking the toggle position and takes a deep breath, steeling herself to ignore the others' pain. Getting away from the tank gives her a position to fire on the oncoming stormtrooper. Never provide a Zeltron with a reason to get angry. Three accurate shots: one brings down the trooper that had limped onwards towards his doom; two fatally wound the trooper behind him.
The glint of a purple metal catches Jax's attention as two of the melee stormies hit him whip swords ripping into his Jacket and doing nothing but destorying it. Jax just looks at the pair as he holsters his blaster. "Normally I'd respond to that in way that you wouldn't like. Today is your lucky day." He turns and runs the speed of the force carrying him towards Sesti as he goes quickly across the battlefild. The remains of his jacket lost somewhere. His lightsaber igniting as he slashes at a trooper near his wife misses, spins around to decaptiate another melee trooper, dropping down in a Kenobi style defense and thrusting his blade at a final one. "Hello wife. You said you were going to staying on the ship."
Yuun moves quickly, the fighting is growing intense as fighters flew over head, heavy fire was coming from the tanks and the AA's. Still the ground troops were still moving forward, Yuun kept closer to the formation as they moved on, still as he attacks anew, he moves through the black Melee Trooper. He has found his focus and his blade moves with quickness and precision as he cuts down three of the Melee Troopers. "Keep your guards up."
"We haven't got a chance if those palace guns aren't neutralized!" Ambrosia shouts at Aryn when she can see the whites of the Jedi's eyes turn her way and presses a slow charge forward alongside Merek's tank, trying to line up another shot overhead. <<WE NEED AIR SUPPORT, NO JoY. Under heavy assault here. BOOTS - paint our birds a target! We NEED those emplacements down. And will SOMEBODY help me pick these flying fleas off our tanks' baa>> *static, staccato breathing* <<CKSSSON OF MOOFMILKER'S LEFT TEAT!!!!>>
Maybe she hadn't meant to drill sergeant scream that last bit over comms, but oops, it's there. Probably gets the message across.
A pair of black troopers have converged on the General's position. The overhead rocketeer is given a reprieve as she pivot-leans just beyond reach of the first crackling whip to lance the air around her, rifle tucked protectively inward. Her exit from the spin sees her leveling that rifle on the other, who has emerged at a much nearer proximity. Maybe she's surprised to see it there. Or maaaybe she had a plan all along? Whichever the case, a searing heat lashes 'round her back, slowly cutting through her armor. The flesh along her side sizzles more deeply when the sword whip secures its hold.
There are no words. No breath wasted. Just a slow, meaningful shake of her head while her left hand encloses around the offending whip. Slicing into glove. Melting syntheflesh. In this momentary tug-o-war, vengeful old bitch Greystorm uses her forearm as a prop to steady the barrel of her rifle and she fires. Once. Right into the kriffer's belly.
They stagger into retreat! She breathes. Flexes that hand and studies the superficial damage done. The alloy underneath has endured. Articulation unfazed. It flips an uncouth gesture to the fleeing whip-wielder and retakes possession of rifle grip.
Sesti leans, just ducking under the black armored soldier's whip sword and weaves back around. Nearby, she sees Vena go down, but a quick glance show's the woman is still moving, trying to crawl away. Her first instinct is to heal her but there are too many of those whip swords flying about. "Keep crawling," she orders. "Find cover, I will cover you."
When she sees Jax running over, she knows the jig is up, and grimaces behind her helmet. Her blade's first two swings make it through the guard of the one melee trooper who wasn't sure whether to take her or the jedi that's coming too close for comfort. "/You/ said I was going to stay on the ship. I did. For two minutes." A flash of white in the corner of her eye she spins to drop the stormie trying to sneak up behind Vena and finish her with a well placed dagger thrust in the neck between the armor plating. "Just do not tell your mother," she adds, the words barely out of her mouth when a whip sword cracks across her left knee and she gives a shout of annoyance blended in the pain. "Go! I am fine! Not that bad," she grits to Jax as she staggers sideways away from her attacker, both blades in a defensive position
The tanks are moving on, with Corporal Merek's tank spearheading their assault. Knocking trees down as it drives, rockets from above don't quite find the purchase they did before on EITHER tank. The result leaves massive craters in the orchard field, smoking black with fire that rains down in random places. Dust has begun to swirl about with the smoke, fire has even consumed one tree engulfing it with rich grey and black smoke.
Gun emplacements are firing at the cyclic rate, rotating to follow their targets, but none are tracking the pair of fighters that dip below the cloud cover on approach. <<"This is Pava. Good copy on those marks, people. Rekking them up now.">>
The X Wing approach is loud, and both fighter WHIP by overhead, their momentum and wake making the trees shake violently, making a wave of white pettled blossoms behind them. Laser cannon fire obliterates two gun emplacements and shatters a portion of the courtyard wall leading toward the palace.
Our team can see the sunlight's glare peeking through the large hole in the protective wall, the palace just beyond that. At present, they are 200m away.
Aryn is squaring off with three melee troopers, having to dance, dip, and tumble out of the way. When she rolls back to her feet it's to plant her lightsaber into the chest of one of the females and take her to the ground. It was not a kill she cherished, because she had to roll off the lady's body to avoid being hit again. "Ahhhh!" Aryn's back on her feet and putting some space between her and two of these troopers!
Who would come to the rescue of General Greystorm. The Ice Queen who would likely didn't need any kind of rescue? A bleeding, screaming, raging King of a Hapan. Sajin cleaves the Melee Trooper who had dared attack the great Resistance General. Blood spatters everywhere, revealing the tall King of Drik in his mostly intact power armor having rejoined the fray. Turning then, his arms stretched wide, he doesn't waste any time swinging (and missing) another one of those dasterdly troopers.
"We're taking too much Damage!" Orroo says to Mikel, who agrees. "Hold on to something, beautiful..." He ripps puts the pedel to the metal, the BN& rips through the trees, out pacing the aim of the shots fired on it. Orroo swings the turret around and rips into one of the emplacments now having a better view. It erupts into flames.
The Firehawke takes a little bit of the fire from the energy weapon emplacement, the hull keeping. Merek lifts up the turrets to aim to another of the gun emplacement areas, while Pek lines up the tank along through the trees. The Corporal fires the weapon while it manages to strike as well.
<<"Perimeter breach verified, our path is open, estimated two hundred meters-">> Ban reports amid the concussive explosions that shake the battlefield. Spotting a trio of troopers besetting Aryn, Ban's eyes narrow and his head tilts to a slight angle in the instant before a pair of precise blaster shots double tap one of the elite troopers. "Cutting in," he quips to the remaining enemies, droll.
Dyannah nearly stands up, revealing her position to the oncoming whip-wielding troops when she feels the onslaught of someone off to her side taking a wound. She is rigid with anger and tries to temporize. Maybe it is the Zabrak way?
Biting back the regrettable words that threaten her focus, the Zeltron leaves it to her family and stalks forward, grinning under her helmet at the General's scream over the coms. Just how she is feeling, but she bottles it up, perhaps unwisely, like a well-brought up Zeltron. Then takes it out on a jetpacking stormtrooper who tumbles out of the sky. She stalks on swearing under her breath.
Vena is wiggle worming her way across the ground, until that pesky storm trooper tries to dispatch her, <<Then there's this asshole...>> she grunts as she gets to her feet and staggers the last few yards there, leaving a blood trail of Chiss goo as she does. She gives a dip of her head to Sesti before she falls back over, "I'll just be over here...if I die, just someone remember to feed Palpatine the Second." she tells her with a faint laugh as she rolls onto her back and looks at the sky.
Jax looks at Sesti with a raised eyebrow. He doesn't say a word though the rage rolling off is probably palpable enough that even the social inept Gungan three star systems away could say 'He's mooey mooey pissed.' He turns off his saber for a moment spinning it around and hits the button to exends the blade through the chest of the black armored trooper. Jax never looking back, < Sith Spawning MoofMIlker's Left Teat.>
Yuun seems to dance through the Melee troopers, weaving in and out of blows as they work on the troopers with the others. He finds himself facing the last of the Black clad Melee Troopers. He swings to his left, and the Melee trooper manages to duck, but he failed to see Yuun spin opposite in the opposite direction with his back to the trooper and his blade stabs into the chest of the trooper. It drops, "Go with the force." he says before the trooper dies. He knows the trooper was only doing it's job, but still he had to do what he had to as well.
Ambrosia reflexively covers her head when the XWings go ripping by over head and catches a healthy glimpse of Sajin's bloodyncharge of fury. It's a sight for sore eyes. Mama Greystorm like. Muchly. And Ban's confirmation that the wall has been breached is music to her deaf ears! <<We'll file the tanks in through the gap. Leave one there to watch our six while the rest fan out!>>
In the spirit of getting the tanks TO that point, she arches her back and sends another love note to the rocket troopers buzzing around 'her' tank. HIT. The jetpacking corpse wheels wildly down to the mangled earth where it disappears into the gloom. The meaty thud won't be heard over the sounds of battle, but she can use her imagination. Tucking her head,mshe jogs around to the other side of the tank.
"Now you sound like your mother," Sesti tells him, her vision of the area noting all the combatants down. She sheathes her dagger while she points upwards with her sword. "Get them! I cannot reach them," she tells her husband irritably as her left that put away the knife is busy releasing the med pack. "I am FINE!" she hollers at him, her anger starting to rise in response to his. "GO!"
Then she's down on one knee next to Vena. "No on is dying" she says calmly, her professional calm taking over. "I do not know who Palpatine the second is, so you will have to feed him." The first to come out this the spray hypo, and she actually presses this to her own knee, giving a hiss, then a slow exhale of relief. The next spray hypo is for Vena, numbing the wounds so she can set bone and stop the bleeding. Her little scalpel flashes momentarily in the light as she cleans the ragged edge of a wound down her side to clamp it together cleanly. "Okay, this will hurt, but I have to get your arm against your body, so... grit your teeth." She bends Vena's elbow and the binds the arm across in front of the older woman's body. "You should be able to walk, now."
The tanks have forged a path, and the last of the special forces battalion is finding their match with this squad of Warfighters! Like Lord Ban said, the way was ahead. As the Resistance runs toward the broken wall and palace, they hear the concussive discharge of the tanks as they fire, which literally rumbles the ground beneath their feet. It's so powerful that Aryn stumbles in her running.
X-Wings streak overhead again, both of them beautifully hitting along the courtyard where the gun emplacements are. Loud, thunderous impacts were indicative of the good hits, and the explosions that stretched skyward were evaded when Kare, then Jessika, looped high above before smooth out low to scramble TIE signatures. They pass by overhead, both ladies kicking the afterburners to reach supersonic speeds in nearly an instant. A white cone forms at the back of their crafts before TIEs swoop in to give chase.
Aryn makes it to the courtyard with the rest of the team, passing through the gap in the wall to find that the jetpack troopers had landed in front of them, rifles lowered. <"BLAST EM!"> The Sergeant yelled just as both tanks collide into the walls of the courtyard on either side of the platoon, guns leveled on the troopers with dust unsettled and smoke.
"THEY CERTAINLY HAVE COURAGE!" Aryn yells over the motors, finding something amusing about the troopers standing their ground. They're all that stand between the team and the capital building.
Sajin rushes into the courtyard, coming to a stop just short of the line of troopers. His sword remains in one hand. There is a staredown... a standoff... a moment of stillenss. A single responce from the King of Drik, <<"Blast This...">> His free hand reaches for and draws his DL-44, his grey and yellow inseam cape fluttering as he crouches. The trigger is squeezed rapidly, three crimson bolts streaming at... and past the Jet troopers harmlessly.
What a hero, Sajin; King of Drik
Merek looks to the sensors, that note that all emplacements are taken while he begins to shift the hatch of the tank. He then lifts up his rifle, while he sights that onto a trooper, lining up with the tank for his jetpack. He then fires, the bolt blasting clean through him, the jetpack blasting up into pieces while it begins a light rain of crimson on those in the fight. While he begins to move into the tank, they maneuver into a place of protection.
Ban Iskender dashes for the breach along with the rest of the ground team, picking his hasty steps arond the fallen rubble of the perimeter wall to find the last few jetpack troopers barrin their way. A terse ehale, and two rapid shots send two of the last obstacles to the ground, lifeless. "So sorry, I lack the time for wit."
Look, look, up in the sky? Next through the breach is the pink wonder, Captain Nerus, still mad as hell. Raising her blaster it only takes two shots to take the last one down. The sky splits in half under the twin sonic booms of the X-Wings. That mad run though the apple orchard comes to an end.
"That's fine." Vena tells Sesti as she works, gritting her teeth as the Doctor goes along. The arm though, that's her money maker and there's a sadness that it got wrecked, but, she was getting older, stuff didn't heal as good as it did 30 years ago. "Thanks Doc. I'll be fine from here I think." she tells her as she leverages herself back onto her feet. World spinning for a moment. "I feel like I could run a lap." she nods to that. Then she sees double, "I'm lying. I'm not doing that." she laughs.
Jax turns his lightsaber off and hangs it on his belt as Dyannah takes out the last of the troopers. He crosses his arms and stands guard over Sesti as she works on Vena. His arms cross and he seems annoyed. Though he doesn't say anything. He just make sure she's safe.
Yuun turns off his lightsaber and he looks around at the loss of life that surrounds them, he glances to all of their people, he frowns. He's happy they won, but so much loss. He bows his head and murmurs a prayer. "Whats our next move?" he asks.
Just when Ambrosia was begining to doubt their odds, the last of the big guns were reduced to rubble. This orchestra of concussive chaos seems not to ruffle more than some errant wisps of hair that've escaped the General's helmet. The sonic ripples moving through her are but a caress from her partners in this dance called war. Though she may seem numb to it, there truly is a warm feeling. A tingle. This is her comfortable element. Right here.
Greystorm Sr's boots crunch over the powdered traces of wall as she cautiously brings up the rear. She needn't say a word - they've taken care of the last little problems, now lying in the dirt. The bodysuit crackles and contorts between breast and backplate with every slow sway of her hips. A gnarly gash opens and shuts with every step like some twisted, bloody grin. Her face, by contrast, remains impassive.
One toe extends to prod one of the dead. A nod of affirmation. "You," she designates one of the lower ranking troopers in her assault team and points to the dead. "Gather up the ammo, gear. Load what you can onto the tanks." A glance around to the others for a long, sober look. Assessing their exhaustion, perhaps. Seeking out signs of weak links for what lies ahead.
"Let's go see about some explosives."
Sesti gives a chuckle when Vena admits she's lying. "Rest. The fighting has moved on." It's as she looks around to completely verify this fact that she notices Jax still standing there. "Yhasu" she mutters under her breath, then moves to stand in front of him, solid on both legs again.
She reaches for his arm as she speaks, but then leaves it when he jerks it away. "Why are you still standing here? Why are you not helping the people get to the bomb so it does not blow up? You are not protecting me or our baby if the bomb goes off because you were standing here being over protective. Why do you think I am out here fighting at your backs and healing people? TO PROTECT OUR BABY! If I just sat there on the ship waiting and the bomb blew up because someone had fallen here that I could have helped..." she shakes her head. "I was not taking that chance. There was just as much risk to us in me sitting around as there was in me being out here. If you are completely honest with yourself instead of just being mad because I did not do what you thought was best, you will realize that. Now go make sure they get to the bomb and disable it!" She looks up at him, then gives a snort and shake of her head and walks back past him to Vena.
"Okay, ready to try walking again? You can use my shoulder." Her voice has slipped back to its calm, healer encouragement.
The last traces of the First Order are being washed away. Security Forces, Volunteers, and other freedom fighters begin to come out of the woodwork as New Republic ships appear high above, blocking the glare of the sun. Squadrons of X-Wing fighters fly by overhead as countless light freighters and light cruisers emerge from the clouds. The last images that disappear from the sky is the Star Destroyer that managed to get away. The other, well, it may seem like a binary star, with white streamers of debris fall through the atmosphere to land harmlessly outside the city. Aryn deactivates her lightsaber and allows a smile. A brush of her cape, and the lightsaber is clipped back to her belt. "Good work, General! Hope endures."
Chandrila is free. The team rushes into the palace to deal with the bomb, but not alone. Joined by Rangers, Police, Civilians, Volunteers, and Republic Special Forces. Long Live the Republic!
