Log:Clan Kora: Precious Cargo

A group of children are saved from Sanyasn raiders by Clan Kora and associates

OOC Date: December 26, 2019
Location: Mupo - Fitti Colony - Outter Rim
Participants: Sumi Kora, Zee'Roh Kora, Hadrix Kora, Ca'tra Cora, Narsai Ordo, Vandred, Jacali, Tara Sur and Kryll

One of any nameless rock on the rim with colonists that want to make their way. Dozens like it. But not many were to find themselves victims to Sanyassans. Fewer still had the ability to put out a request for aid, asking for warriors and medical personnel.

Some core worlder funding colonies to give himself her own playground away from core politics, or maybe a decent person. Time will tell.

It pays at least.

Anti-Air flak explodes all around the Kyber Heart with Fae in the command couch and Hadrix of all people in the co-pilot seat. Nodding to one another as the hapan puts the ship into a spin.

<<"Fae is going to have to drop us in a hot zone. The contractor says we need to retrieve precious cargo from an emergency bunker about one thousand meters from the drop point">> Hadrix's voice rumbles over comms as he stands from the co-pilot seat, a companionable clasping of hands between he and Fae part ways for now,

<<"We'll need to get in, clear an exfil LZ and hold until Fae or one of the contractor's transports can get in. It's your call tough, Alor - is Fae touching down or are we quick-roping and ferrying down?">> The ship bucks again and lights turn red to announce they're nearing the infiltrate point.

But there's some really laid back tunes jamming in the drop ramp area and... Hadrix is hip shimmy dancing in, with an uncomfortable amount of grace for a guy that damn big.

Despite the chaos in the air of flak and attempted death coming their way, Narsai is left checking her gear once more. It's only as the light comes on that she stands, stretching her arms over her head and looking towards the armored Hadrix with his familier tunes. "I'm beginning to wonder if you simply have that on loop in your helmet feed, your own personal relaxing soundtrack to violence?" A shake of her head she moves towards the doorway for the jump. "We've got the means to 'pack or rope down there. Smaller targets, but less protection as long as they don't go pulling out anti-vehicle cannons."

Strapped into her jumpseat, Tara runs final equipment checks. She was familiar with playing music before combat, but usually it was just over her helmet. Activating her boot maglots she rises as Narsai does, gripping the overhead rail. <"Just make sure they don't have rotaries or autoblasters down there waiting for us before we jump. It's all fun and gaims until it starts raining bolts.">

These days it seems a whole lot like Jac is spending more time on ships away on missions than she is actually paying attention to her studies and clinic, and she's not entirely sure how she feels about it just yet. To any that have any sort of keen observation skills, it will quickly become painfully obvious that the unusual orange haired gal does not like heights. The explosions, the mayhem, the danger? She's fine with all this, provided she has no clear line to see how far off the ground they are. She stands somewhere out of the way, going over her various sundries -- medical supplies, ammo packs, tactical satchels with more of the same. She goes over it numerous times, going over the mental checklist over and over as others get themselves ready for whatever's to come. She's quiet, she's withdrawn, but one must assume she's here for a reason. She doesn't really know what that reason is, but there has to be one. ... right? Jacali's head lifts when the light comes on, her attentions drawn toward it, a heavy sigh escaping her as she goes about putting on and securing her helmet. Here goes nothin'.

Vandred's head casually bobs up and down to the tune - caught up in it as he double-checks over the carbine that resides in his lap. The weapon is obviously a second, maybe third hand weapon, but Vandred's carefully inspecting the weapon as if it'd been given to him by his dying uncle on his deathbed after swearing revenge on the men who killed his uncle, his aunt, and little billy - who was just getting over some illness. You get the picture.

The spin makes his head swing and bonk off the wall to his side, where he almost drops his carbine. He grabs at it, clutching it with gloved fingers that stretch out possessively - actually stretch for a second to hold the small carbine. Then everything relaxes, and he swings his head back up.

"Oops. Ow."

He remains seated, letting the others prep to jump before himself. His head does turn towards Hadrix, and there's a click or two as his augmented reality helmet maybe takes a video or two. He shifts, checking -- ah, there she is. He raises a hand towards Jacali, waving it with all the subtlety of a man with an airhorn and a burning desire to use all the air in it. "HI JAC!" He declares, before picks himself up to get in line.

<<"A ship hovering in the sky is an easy target. We jump and ferry. If you ain't got a jetpack, find someone who does. We're getting to know each other. Once we're airborne, I'll mark an ideal LZ for us. Preferring one with ample cover to get our bearings.">> Sumi replies while using her helm to batter the weapons locker hatch shut. Heavy bootfalls carry her toward the ramp as she places her helm atop her grape. The tinted black visor is a translucent black at first, but as the HUD initializes, the exterior visor washes out eith reflective silver. <<"Line it up. Let's get ready, people.">>

Their vod has the shimmy down, mesmerizing to watch those hips move to an oldie but a very goodie. The flak snapping and booming around the transport is oddly syncopated with his rhythm.

The doctor, Ca'tra, smiles to herself under her helmet, then lowers her head to return her attention to a last double check of her med kit, more a ritual than a necessity. Force of habit, force of combat experiences has made her quick and neat in her preparations. She snaps the bag closed threading an arm through the strap to hang it across her armor over one shoulder. A touch to the Glie-44 holstered to the belt around her black and tan armor and she gives Hadrix a raised thumb for ready to roll.

Rising silently on Sumi's word Ca'tra gets in line for the jump.

Zee is quiet in the drop-ship, head bowed forward with her left arm resting on her thigh and her right holding onto the slugthrowing rifle. Fiddling with her wrist computer while Had goes through the mission brief, up nodding where appropriate.

"No." Jacali states to Vandred without even bothering to look his way, taking a moment to be sure that everything is secure and prepped for the wonder journey that's about to begin. When people start talking about jetpacks again, and the directive set for those that do not have them, she heaves a mournful sigh, her head rolling back and to the side to look toward Hadrix, then to Sumi. She has already been battle-hugged by Hadrix. Perhaps Sumi smells better, and perhaps will not stab her with janky junky needles. There's a hesitation as she stares soundlessly toward Sumi, lips pursing beyond the cover of her helmet as she awkwardly stands there like someone waiting for someone to ask them to dance. A sound escapes her, decidedly displeased by this turn of events as she takes a step or two toward Sumi before clearing her throat, "... Carry me." Excuse you? Her shoulders square, her back straightening slightly as her gloved hands move to straighten the front of her 'outfit'. "... please." One can almost hear the narrowing of her weirdly vivid eyes.

Not too long ago, Kryll was sitting in the rain on Nar Shaddaa. Now, he is fully armored and ready for yet another combat drop with many of those he had fought with several times before, and some he has not seen combat with yet. That will soon change. Kryll goes through his combat prechecks while strapped into his seat. Ammo, weapons, armor systems. Everything is checked and doublechecked before prepping to drop into a ocmbat situation. He looks about to all the others, taking note of their weapons and supplies for an overall view of the squad, then nods to himself, ready to go. He grabs hold of the e-11 blaster rifle on his chest in its ready sling, and takes a deep breath, exhaling it slowly within his helmet as they approach.

As each drops out, those with jetpacks falling and lifting on thrust plumes to the battle zone, with others lacking such equipment grabbing hold - the world changes from new wave Beach Jizz to explosions, blaster fire, and screams.

The sanyasans aren't cultured, and in most ways they're barely above savages. But they're adaptable. That's their saving grace. As the Heart hurtles past anti-air fire renews and ape faced brutes turn small arms towards the sky.

As they descend, already with Vandreds gooey, shifting, bones and tendons on travel visa inside armor body latched to him, Hadrix sees Tara exit, as a cloud of flak suddenly appears from the blind-side. She shifts, fires her thrusters again, only for another cloud to air-burst and kick shrapnel into her jets, causing them to flare out - for only a moment, but possibly catastrophically she hadn't though to snap a hand out to grab his shoulder pauldron as he sweeps up to help right her, and allow her to make her way to the ground without cratering.

A battered, burned out, speeder resting at angle with its nose against a shot up building allows for cover on landing as aug-reality displays give a location indicator. The landing has brought in more of the raiders who are firing wildly, though nothing has come close yet... even the grenade is far off.

Tara's out, and her jets kick in, HUD shifting into flight mode- And then her world rings, shrapnel sleeting off her plates, and the shockwave snuffs out her jets. A quick stabilizing grab on hadrix's shoulder, reciprocated by the other Mando, gives her time to restart the system and make her landing. Diving into cover, she draws her blasters and unloads in the direction of the enemy, a flurry of high powered bolts blasting a pair of light infantry off their feet.

Jacali is not a Mandalorian. She isn't even a true combatant. So, when she's set down on the ground somewhere post terrifying flight from way too far up, she doesn't even bother to take a defensive position. In fact, it's likely the last thing on her mind. There's a lot going on, and she is but one recently traumatised medic. Her pistol is raised, but before it can actually get to a leveled position, it goes off and fires off in a savage streak of red ... right into the ground. This serves only to get the singular local's attention, and it turns to look her way. "... Every time..." She can be heard saying, her voice harbouring a metallic ring to it. She steadies herself, taking aim and squeezing the trigger a second time once she's had a chance to heave another sigh. To her surprise, and certainly the surprise of all that surround her, it scores a hit at the chest. Whatever is to follow, it's not likely to be a good time for the young Arkanian.

Whoever did have the joy of taking Vandred down would probably find it one of those experiences you only talk about with a large bottle of something strong. Sure. He's human shaped. Human sounding. Hell, even smells human when you're up close - but the way his limbs stretch, tendons pop, and whoever it was he was holding on to could probably swear they felt the ribs adjust and move to be more 'comfortable'. At least until they landed.

He detatches instantly, staggering for a moment as everything adjusts, and then he rather promptly hits the dirt behind the speeder - it's not the safest angle of attack, but his carbine gives off it's rather distinctive 'THUMP' as the energy cell discharges a round - screaming past the Sanyasan Light that Jacali had tagged. The comm crackles with a momentary utterance, and he then adjusts the carbine, trying to follow up on Jacali's luck with his own. <<"I'd advise cover, Jac!">>

At Jacali's insistence, Sumi opened her arms. Once they're together, a tether is fastened between them, and Sumi pulls the harness tight; nut to butt tight. No words are traded for this, but Sumi's willingness and actions may have made her seem open to the pairing. <"Hang on tight."> Is the only guidance the ancient Mandalorian gives before sallying up to the edge of the ramp and leaping off. At first, the rushing whistle of wind is all that's heard, then it's the flapping of her cape and the concussive bursts of ballistics as they cloud the sky.

Sumi waits to engage her jetpack, and uses the velocity to angle them toward the waypoint marked in their tac-HUD. When her jetpack comes to life, it's a sudden kick. The landing is made smooth when Sumi adopts a brief hover to disconnect the tether between she and Jacali before landing herself.

<<"Anyone got smoke grenades? We need to smoke this field before this spot is the object of everyones' interest!">> Sumi brushes her cape aside and reaches to her back to take hold of the pistol grip of her A280 CFE. The weapon produced from the confines of her cape is large but made shorter when she collapses the buttstock then palm-strikes the activation switch on the receiver, bringing the assault rifle to life with a dull whine. Sumi withdraws the optics from a pouch on her bandolier and attaches it to the top of her tactical rail, pausing a moment to adjust the elevation slightly by three clicks before lightly bumping the scope with her fist to set it.

<<"Call your targets. Hadrix, give us a direction, Vod.">> Sumi places her back against cover and waits a moment for someone to toss some smoke grenades out. They'd need to move with some concealment.

Zee shoots at stuff and misses.

Descending to the ground on short bursts from her jetpack until boots are on the dirt. With her rifle up in her shoulder, motioning for her droid to disconnect from the brackets over her jetpack to take flight and establish secure tactical comms and HUD scans. <<"Comms check.">>

Kryll makes his way towards the back of the drop ship as the others in front of him drop out. He attaches the drop line through a loop in his belt and holds the line in his left hand as his right holds the rifle. When its his turn, he also leaps out of the back of the ship, allowing himself to freefall most of the way as the line feeds through the hook. Once he's close enough, he pulls the rope tight against his chest, causing friction and a slowdown off his fall until he's close enough and slow enough to release and drop to his feet the last bit of the way. Spotting Jacali he steps up in front of her after she fires and engages the heavies, his shots going wide. Speaking to Jacali through his helmet, which modulates his voice slightly, <"Sumi is correct, you should be in cover. Down, or behind me please.">

Blaster and slughthrower fire rocks back and forth as the team gets into their positions. With raiders being dropped to the ground. The side of the building behind the retrieval team riddled with bullet holes and blaster scoring within seconds of their dropping in. Some blaster fire more accurate than others as things start to get heavy.

<<"Squad, cross court on my mark, make for the alley - transferring to HUD systems. If you lack on, follow the others.">>

A cylinder is drawn off of his belt, a ring twisted and thrown - twisting and sending half of the more heavily armed raiders into cover, leaving the others to be suddenly frozen as the FUNMF of the grenade is the announcement of a large area suddenly coated in ice, and half of the heavy group 'frozen' in place as they're sent to the ground, sections of their bodie blackening from frostbite, others simply welded by ice to their cover.

<<"Mark">>

And they're on the ground! As the firefight begins Narsai is amongst the others returning fire, her own shots finding and felling one of the lighter Sanyasan troopers before she's signalled to move. "Advancing!" She calls, moving to step forwards and activate her thrusters...only for her footing to slip at the last moment, throwing her unstable and forcing the redhead to frantically disengage the thrusters before firing off a hasty pair of shots to cover herself as she's left in the open. Well-practiced as she is, even Narsai could have a bad day or a 'derp' moment!

Tara, extremely glad for sealed armor, switches to her heavier rifle. She's goign to need the suppressing capability. She triggers her jets again, a second warning popping up as the system realizes there's a chunk of shrapnel stuck in one of the nozzles... slightly too late. An armored missile trailing curses in mando'a, she crashes into the frozen Heavies. Some of them merely go flying, but a few particularly unlucky ones shatter into red chunks and splinters. Rolling onto her knee, she unleashes a burst at the heavies. ...Hopefully they'll keep their heads down.

As the battle rages and either side fire their shots, a pattern begins to form; through the chaos, reason begins to emerge, and order is finally found. The haze of battle, the thrum of her pounding heart in her ears, it fades to some distant rumbling rhythm by which a martial gambol is borne. Jacali watches the ebb and flow, her attentions leveling in Vandred's direction as he begins taking heavy fire, shifting toward the Mandalorians with their impressive equipment and skill to match, even with their occasional oopsies and derps. She couldn't do any better. ... but she does still judge them. Silently. Her head turns back toward Vandred once that Cryo grenade goes off and stills the heavy forces with its frigid hold, her pistol held at the ready as she begins her skulk in his direction, her medpac produced from one of her many satchels en route. "You should learn to take your own advice," Comes her chilly tone over the comms in her approach, low to the ground in her wayward movement. "Don't get used to this. I'm not here to clean up after your inadequacies." Wow. -Wow-. Wound, salted. Gloved hands move to prod and poke in experimenting as she examines the wounds, quickly retrieving some blue tinted concoction in a -proper needle- (looking at you, Hadrix) before stabbing it into the man's meaty fleshbits.

Vandred's head snaps back, which causes his body to recoil. Briefly exposed from cover, the armoured figure takes another blaster bolt to the torso - which causes him to whip his torso backwards as if stung - literally in this case as the bolts punch through armour and hit to skin beneath. The skin beneath is blackened by the charring from the bolt, and it rapidly ripples before the wounded flesh is pulled aside - moved from where the armour is left exposed. The upper right part of his helmet is blown away, revealing a bolt that has scalded away flesh and left bone in its' place.

Hands curl up into fists, weapon momentarily forgotten in a bout of shock that is rather rapidly resolved by the masterful bedside manner of Jacali. He does nothing as she tends to him, the flesh beneath torn and burnt, slightly sharred from the energy dispersion from the blaster. Once his body adjusts to the influx of painkiller and healing concoction pumped into his system, his visible eye blinks up at her for a moment, before it lids in an apparent bout of good humour.

The bone shifts as his skull loosely adjusts, and a long slitted eye glares out - using the new space to get a different perspective on the combat. The eyeball looks stretched - giving the idea of a Gand's as it peers out. "Thank you. Just a moment. I have to move something."

His commlink spits static for a moment - nope. That's something that requires an additional vocal box and the ability to manually move things to create certain sounds. It's definitely a language, and the way it's spat out it's definitely expletives, before Vandred's hand lifts up and he smacks his palm against the side of his helmet. The commlink spits static again, then comes through more clearly. It's a double-click of acknowledgement, "You're a better shot than me, Jac. Do me a favour, keep in cover and shooting - I'm going to adjust position. Thank you! I feel much better!" He utters as his's body undulates, flesh gripping through the weave of protective fabric, 'crawling' backwards an inch before he props himself on his elbow and goes belly-first. His flesh's colour shifts beneath, swapping through a few darker shades before matching in with the normal colour of his armour. It even raises so that it touches the broken edges of his armour, preventing it from slipping off. He promptly uses his carbine to move rubble out of his way as he crawls into cover.

With the group moving under direction from Hadrix, Sumi turns from them and looks up. A second later, the Mandalorian's jetpack comes to life again and she leaps into the air taking flight in the subsequent moments later. Her target location is a high hide. She lands moments later and begins to set up her next before getting into a good shooting position. She detaches the sling from the back of her rifle, and tethers it to her from the front. A slow wrap of her arm in the sling and the rifle is levied against her shoulder, tight. The sling's presence forces Sumi to adopt a proper, uncompromised shooting form. Next, her head tilts, helmet resting against the buttstock to form that stockweld, and she peers through her optics, cycling until she's identified the targets near the friendly IFF signatures.

Without the HUD, Ca'tra is effectively blind. Fog blows down the alley reminding the doctor of the stinging sandstorms on her homeworld blowing between the dead domes. Ready to follow on Sumi's heels she ignites her rockets and feels nothing. The systems has hung up on her yet again. Muttering mandalorian imprecations to herself she hunkers down. Caught at the mouth of the alley she lays down fire to cover the others as they cover the distance in the air.

Zee'roh slips into the fog and begins to shimmer as she activates the stealth field built into the heavy plates, moving with her pistol out rather than her rifle, cris-crossing through close building cover. She's following a tac-map on the bottom right corner of her HUD fed to her by the droid flying over head, until she comes around a corner facing the hunkered down heavies backs. Firing with rapid succession with her shoulders squred off, half bracing against the wall. One of the heavies drops immediately, hole through the back of his helmet.. another dies a little slower. One shot, then another shot for good measure. Neither see it coming.

Kryll fires with an actual rifle this time, and blasts the first heavy soldier in the torso scoring a solid hole and putting the man down, and the second shot hits another target in the right leg, blowing it off as the man spins down dropping his weapon and perhaps some fluids. With the cover fire laid down, Kryll runs to follow the others who are flying or sneaking along to their destination. He radios Vandred, <<Are you alright? Do you need a medical exfil?>>

Half their squad frozen and the lighter units down to a single member it's confusion with the frozen fog and light snow flurries stirred by mandalorian rockets and crossing weaponsfire. Spec ops soldiers moving, shooting, appearing in their midst to gun them down? All in the cover of blue-white clouds that billow and finally flow across the open area, there's only one of each squad left.

On the HUDs of those currently using, Hadrix's directions appear as he blinks and control panel taps out a few lines between buildings and a few courtyards. <<"Mapping path. I am on overwatch. Sumi is long range support. As she said, call out targets, she will eliminate. I have ordinance and can support Sumi's long range fire. Zee'Roh advance Alpha-One, interlocking line leaps">> he clarifies the advances as laid out on that rainy day when enemies from Sumi's past were dealt with.

Sumi's Hawkbat Eyes catch sight of incoming... leisure barges, modified haphazardly with Pod-Racer engines dragging the repulsor sledge along, along side repulsor truck turned into a hover lori with the box-trailer cut in half for raiders to be seen. Both have reinforcements coming for the raiders.

Apparently that shrapnel is still being horrible. Tara's jetpack again lights off symmetry, shoving her sideways to scrape one pauldron against the alley wall before it goes into emergency shutdown again. Muttering under her breath about Shabla jetpacks and their dikutla engineers, Tara dives into cover in the alley, delivering a flurry of bolts behind her. ...To no real effect.

Jacali is awful at taking direction. With Vandred weaselling his way off in the other direction, and the superiorly prepared Mandalorians off in the opposite of -that- direction, she does the only thing she can. She provides light cover fire and draws some attention to allow the others to get into better position for their assault. She keeps moving as she does so, keeping to the shadows as well as possible.

Vandred settles himself in now that he's managed to sneak up closer and bring up his carbine. He settles himself into the rubble, letting his form relax and smooth itself out on the ground. There's still a dull ache on the wounds - but thankfully with Jacali's attentions it's just a dull ache, rather than a debilitating wound.

There's another audible 'thump!' from the short-barrelled Carbine, but the bolt goes wild on the Heavy, leaving it still standing. He adjusts to fire again.

<<"Be advised: Luxury barges are drawing nearer. These are modified barges, using repulsor engines from pod-racers. That means they're likely over-clocked. I'll see if I can knock it off course or damage it from here. This should provide a window for you all to board.">> Sumi lines up her shot, drawing in a deep breath before letting it go. She aligns her sight with her target getting that good sight picture. Her finger works over the trigger and when she pulls, it comes as a surprise. The A280 kicks, the red lance burning a steaming contrail through the open space over head, whistling as the red slower-than-light bolt hits a repulsor lift of one of the barges, immediately earning a jubilee of sparks. It knocks the barge off course, and its twin has to evade the sudden course change, which it /barely/ manages. Clench factor 10. Sumi smirks from behind the visor. <<"Target hit.">>

For all the effectiveness of her fire, Ca'tra might as well be fighting with her bare fists. She starts a run down the alley towards the incoming transports and takes a header as she fires, missing all her shots but one. That may have winged the fellow's small pinkie finger. A mild ouch can be heard from the direction she fired. Picking herself up she follows laying down more fire from behind Sumi.

Seeing Ca'tra rush up on a heavy is going to be the subject of a great deal of delight for Zee'Roh, but not so much delight that she's unwilling to put a blaster through the injured soldiers back. Snapping two quick shots, she turns towards the direction Sumi's helmet cam is viewing the approaching barges. The heavy blaster drops down into her holster, replaced with her slugthrowing rifle.

A quick burst of jets brings her up onto a roof, sight lines checked, and then she activates the plates on her suit which immediately begin to shimmer and bend light around her. Propped up with waiting for the podracer suped up barges to come within range f her rifle. Zero continues to circle over head and feed constantly shifting tactical data to all uplinked HUDs.

In the wake of the hail of fire laid down against them no Sanyasans remain in the courtyard, an when ground reinforcements come they find only bodies and silence before them. Narsai's own thundering through the chest of one and blowing evaporated blood and entrails out of mouth, nose and ears before she too hurries on.

The leisure barges try to right themselves, a few repeater cannons levered into position to try and rake fire over positions.

Following the paths set by Hadrix, the ground force finds themselves down several zigs and zags before coming to the end of one alley across from where the intended retrieval target is.

But there's a sea of Sanyasn between them and their prize.

Jacali continues doing as she has been doing. Shooting, missing, shooting some more, missing the point, all that good stuff.

Vandred's shooting is a lot like his current ability to avoid being shot - pretty poor. It might be the fact that his perception on things has shifted a bit, or it might just be the fact that he's really /not/ that great with a carbine. But he bought one. He got the ammo for it.. And by the Fates he's going to be using it.

Propping himself up so that he can continue firing, there's a dull 'thump' as the carbine fires, smacking into a wall beside one of the gang. He glances down at his gun. Regret sinks in slightly.

It takes some adjustment, but Sumi assembles the SX-451 AM sniper rifle and deploys the bipod at the end of the receiver, allowing her to comfortably rest the weapon upon a ledge and balance it while peering through its scope. She observes Tara's long range shot handle the barges, removing that obstacle. So her focus shifts to the personnel engaging the squad. When her sight aligns with one of the women firing at friendlies, Sumi squeezes the trigger of her weapon.

It immediately emits a massive concussive whoosh when it discharges, creating a huge red bolt that smashes into, and vaporizes her intended target in a violent and sudden death that left any near them coated in a pink mist that smelled of the sweet scent of pulverized blood. Sumi shifts her aim. <<"Target down. Moving to the next.">>

The rocket pack is only dead weight at the moment. Ca'tra has little ice experience, one has only to witness her trying to run on ice to get an idea of how little ice time she has had. But! Improvement is in the air, she stays upright avoiding a bellyflop and slide. Firing into the Gang of Dudes coming off the improvised transports, the doctor wants no prisoners. Perhaps her first target had second thoughts, as she squeezes the trigger on her blaster he makes an abrupt about face and she shoots him in the spine. He drops like she did on the ice earlier but with more fatal results. The man next to him stands surprised and the blast to his torso knocks him back wounded. Advancing she continues to fire.

Zee pops up over the edge of the building and takes a bead on one of the gangy sorts moving through the alleyways, trailing a few inches ahead of him of he tries to duck into cover. The first shot sends up dirt and plastoid, but the second hits right in the joint of his armor dropping him like a toilet seat. Thus ends his adventuring days. <<"Zero, intimidation mode.">>

Cycling the action on her grenade launcher, Tara fires again. The angle's a bit off this time though, and the grenade undershoots the group of hostiles. Fortunately, it isn't totally futile, as the shockwave takes all the dust on the road and relocates it into the air. With that plus the skiffs burning merrily, There's a nifty smokescreen going on.

Sumi shifts to fire into the crowd again, but given the number of increasing obstacles that prevent proper sight alignment and picture; she squeezes the trigger and has no visible effect on target. She winces and shifts again. A cycle of optics begins with her HUD, moving between modes to try to get a better bead on what they were dealing with below.

Zee returns to camo mode and makes her way in around behind the gang to secure the building... stepping inside, her helmet swivels slowly to take it in... <<"Alorir.. I've got two dozen children.">> Her helmet cam feeds images to Sumi's helmet, some of the kids moving closer with wide eyed stares at the armored woman who's just stepped into their hovel... reaching out to touch her armor only to have their hand swat away, until she realizes they're not trying to attack her...

Then she kneels down and glances back over her shoulder, pistol up and aimmed at the doorway incase any of the Sanyasn enter. <"Step back and stay behind me. I have friends on the way that will help get you out of here, but we have to clear a safe passage first."> Her free arm comes out to push back one of the younger boys, two of the girls actually hug her armored leg... Zee'Roh accepts this.

They're her babies now.

Bring it, fek with the lioneses cubs, see what happens.

Through the shifting shadows of smoke left from Hadrix's grenades, the Mandalorian doctor advance slowly. Her HUD has infrared and the flare of their living heat makes them into targets. Three shots are fired in quick succession, and one man jerks with her fire, then another.

Explosions! Adhesive! People stuck in place and then blaster fire. An announcement of Children and in such number draws Hadrix up to the edge of the roof he is on, the cannon in his hand called 'light' because it doesn't require a two troop squad to operate it. But the barrels within the massive outer focusing and cooling coils spin up with a whine even as the big man begins firing a conical hailstorm of energy bolts into the raiders

<<"Covering fire...">> growled out... Suppose they're pretty covered if the opfor is dead.

Shots rain out in all directions, save for Zee's

Sumi landed upon the ice after being called by Zee. <<"I am here to help you, Zee. Safeguard the children.">> This is said while gunning down two men in quick succession; her third shot was made at a passing shadow in the smoke, but it was certainly a miss. <<"Fae, bring the Kyber Heart down. Place the ship between Zee's IFF and opposing forces. We're loading children on board.">>

<<"Understood, Ms. Sumi. Moving into position now.">>

The doctor in recent missions has not counted herself lucky except to stay alive surrounded by her aliit. She takes out one only to be hit hard in the midriff. Dropping for cover, she curls up and writhes grunting to herself, the coms toggled off. This is not a moment she wishes to share with them.

The word children heard over coms galvanizes Ca'tra into action. She rises and advances firing finishing one that she had wounded earlier.

Zee has her hand out to protectively keep the children on the otherside of her to danger, sweeping her pistol out the doorway to fire at anything coming even remotely close to the building. With confirmation that evac is on the way, she cants her head down to a young girl hugging on ther armored thigh, <"We have a ship coming. I need you to be strong for me now... get your friends."> Nodding towards the other children, <"and you will lead them out towards the bording ramp. There's going to be a lot of shooting, but Lady Fae is an excellent pilot and she'll put the ship down between you and any danger... once you're inside, head directly to the cargo hold and cover your ears. Can you do that?">

With confirmation, the mandalorian woman nods, <"Go on my signal. Four at a time, go tell the others."> Delicately prying the small arms from around her armored thigh to gently push the girl in the direction of the other children. <"You're squad leader for this action, go tell them the mission.">

As the mob of raiders is gunned down, save one who runs weeping and wailing down a side alley, there is a quiet that lasts for a few moments. The Kyber Heart is moments out, flying through flak and AA lasers to get to the precious cargo.

Hadrix remains on his roof, repeater barrel glowing cheerily as it hangs at low ready position,

<<"Alor, Ruus'Alor... Incoming.">>

From another street an ugly ape faced thing with muddy black hair strides, wielding a falchion single handedly that even Hadrix might have to double up on and carrying a monster of a cobbled together hand cannon in the other.

"A CHALLENGE! I HAVE A CHALLENGE!"

A challenge he says.

Sumi steps out into the open, standing in the cloud of snow and dirt kicked up by the sudden gust from the Kyber's repulsor vents. From the cockpit, Fae observed as red shades of blaster fire come from both Sumi and the others as they try to engage the closing challenger and Honorguard. Uncertain of the state of boarding, Fae pivots her chair to the gunner's station and keys up the thermal optics in order to see through the haze.

<<"Ms. Sumi, this is Fae. Please clear the landing area and have the little ones hunker down a moment. I'm going to try something.">> And try something she did. Theordak may have noticed as a laser cannon along the side of the Kyber Heart rotates and adjusts. The thermal optics appearing on screen for Fae as a solid white figure holding a big kriffing weapon. She smiles, "Whoops." Trigger squeezed and the cannon discharges, sending up dust, snow, ice, and debris from the concussive discharge. "Dodge that!" Fae said, giggling.

The Sanyasn cackles at the sight of others getting clear, arms raised above his head, "HA! MANDALORIANS! COWARDS! GIVE ME YOUR HELMETS! GIVE ME YOUR WEAPONS! COWARDS!" A legend he will be. A name known among the raiders.

Until the thunder of the Kyber Heart's cannon fills the opening with a concussive roar that causes windows to shatter, masonry to crack and the eyes of the would be raider champion to widen.

He sees it all in a split second before his world is green light and heat.

Stone and fire erupts volcanically from the massive hole driven into the ground, sending shrapnel in all directions, forcing some to lift off on rocket packs or duck back down into protective shelter to not be harmed as well.

There is no raider king to be. Nor an honor guard. Just ash.

The warning came just in time. Ca'tra sees the hulking figure move through the miasma of smoke lit red by blaster fire. <"Rockets get moving"> She wishes fervently. Straight up she hurdles while below the Lady Fae's target becomes incandescent green. <"Zee do you need a hand with the children?">

Zee motions the children back when she hears the comms chatter between Fae and Sumi, turning towards them to wave them all over towards her at one of the strongest structural walls, <"Everyone around me, hunker down and cover the back of your heads.. there's going to be a large explosion, try not to be scared."> Several seconds later: The boom rattles the wall, rains debries down upon them, but they're no worse for ware besides some tears and screams.

<<"Nice shooting Fae.">> Then to Ca'tra, <<"Please, yes. There's a bunch of them and they wont release me.">> True to word, they're all trying to grab hold of her armor, arms, or legs. <"I'll protect you..."> She says to them all, deadpan and distorted through her helmet, but Force damn anyone who comes through that door who doesn't bare IFF of a friendly or announce themselves first.

It ends poorly for them.

The wind is unsettled as swirling white fog, smoke, and steam rise up near the entrance of the bunker. Sumi's silhouette appears as a hovering figure whose cape is offset to one side until she lands and walks into view. Her pistol slides into her holster and she motions the children forward with both hands, even stooping to pick two up in her arms to carry them. <<"Everyone, load up and let's get the hell out of here.">> The small girl Sumi carried clutched a stuffed Wampa doll with one arm while hugging Sumi's neck with her other.

The boom signals the end to the challenge below, changing course Ca'tra tracks her vod on the HUD and drops to the ground, knees bent to brace for impact. Following her Alor into the hut, and nods to Zee. Without asking, Ca'tra kneels and beckons a child and then another to her. The wound on her side breaks open and she staggers, clutching the two children to her.Slowly she follows Sumi out the door to the shuttle.

Zee comes out with a parade of kids trailing her, passing off one to Ca'tra who tries to hold until he sees that it's another mandalorian. Though, the young girl Zee named Squad leader tags right along beside the heavily armored Mando, issuing orders in her tiny little six year old voice...

Zee'Roh keeps her within arms reach, constantly glancing down and to the side at the small blonde human.. She doesn't know what to say, doesn't have very elegant words to emphasis the strange feeling drawing her to the child, so she just nods. Motioning for Zero to land down on the girls shoulder, rather than in its usual brackets on her back, much to the giggling delight of the toddler. <"His name is Zero. He'll watch over you...">