Log:Dug In: Part One
Dug In: Part One
OOC Date: May 12 2020
Location: Chandrila
Participants: Ban Iskender, Barad, Elrych Cometburn, Hadrix Kora, Lokir, Merek, Vhe Tenara and Septima Carnine
Beautiful days in Hanna City are a common occurence. The city is bustling. Trade is back up and things are going fairly well for the city since things are starting to settle. The early evening is when a lot of locals have been taking to the street and exploring some of the new spaces that have been created or are reopening. Speeders can be heard above, staying in their lanes and there's the rare sound of a speeder zooming around others.
Septima is out this evening, like she is most evenings. Whether it's working or just walking and checking over things. The Senator has a shadow about five feet behind her in the form of Mekal, her bodyguard. The Senator is dressed plainly in grey pants and a black tunice this evening. Not sticking out like a sore thumb.
Before the travel to the fleet, Merek looks like he will be patrolling Chandrila. The man can be found in the District with his armor on, the camouflage working into the city while he has on what looks to be a cover for one eye which shows a HUD. While noting the Senator, he lifts up a hand while he waves a little bit as well.
Bag in hand, Vhe is taking a slow leisurely stroll the city itself, skirting the edges of the residential area to admire the structures and those families that live there. A family in particular causes her head to turn and watch the young child with her parents, her expression briefly darkening before she reaches in to pull out the lovely hand made blanket. Her fingers smooth over the brightly colored fabric and she sighs. letting whatever stress or anxiety was there go.
She glances back up and pauses before one home in particular. Giving the pleasant abode a long considering look. "Might be nice."
What is a good way to cause sudden disruption in a Republic controlled system? A Mandalorian in full kit. Not modified troop armor. T-visor blacked out save for the red pulse on the right hand branch, black cape blowing out behind him and the dark purples of the armor glimmering like a blotch of sunset walking through the city with a looming gait.
The planet so far is lovely, but why wouldn't it be? Thumbs hooked in his belt, and a bottle for a friend tucked in his satchel, what could possibly go wrong, today, for Hadrix.
Lokir is in his casual body armor, decorative horns casting interesting shadows in the setting sun. A small maintenance droid scurries up, chirping about cargo unloading times. Lokir shrugs, his mirrored faceplate reflecting back the droid's inquisitive gaze. "However long it takes..." Lokir finds a seat at a bench to watch the sun set and the bustle pass.
Barad catches up with Merek & co., and, after making sure that Merek's wounds have all fully healed, talks with him a bit about the new Nikto recuit for Merek's division, having just met them in the cafe earlier today. Small talk, leading inevitably into a discussion of just how dang beautiful this planet and weather are. It's almost unreal. Barad takes in the sights and sounds and smells, his big 'ole floopy ears flickering this way and that and his big olo round cold wet black nose taking in the fragrance of the new spring flowers....
Elrych is traveling with Vhe, as they travel through the residential area. He's looking around, ejoying the weather. A pleasent smile plays on his lips, sunglasses mirroring what he's looking at. The different houses. He turns his head, stopping as Vhe does. Stepping towards her and it he looks it over. "It's nice... We could buy it, if you want. Chandrilla is nice... Naboo is nice. I just... it's a shame Corellia is in their hands."
Septima gives waves to the familiar faces that pop up in the crowd, she's carrying a bag that looks like there's tools in it. There's smudges of dirt on it as well. This is not out of the ordinary for her or anything that she carries when she's been planting. She is distracted by the visage of a Mandalorian appearing though and it ALSO distracts her bodyguard. She changes course, starting to head through the foot traffic that is starting to pick up, "Excuse me...pardon me..." she whispers as she walks.
Merek knows that unique armor, which is set in those nice colors. The man takes a moment to look that way, and nods a bit, then back to the Barad, "Well, Chandrila is definitely nice, I wonder what it will be like when D'Qar will declare." He then looks to people that are about, not noting anything.
Glancing up at Elrych, Vhe looks like she had not meant to say that aloud. "I have never lived in a home that could not be moved. I am sure this would be too much and I would never stay. I like moving..I like the exploration of new places. Its just nice.." she glances at the family. "Thats nice." She says finally and then bumps her shoulder into his as she turns about to face him. "What else did you want to do today. We need to head back to the others sometime soon."
Faces are bracketed, run against his system and Gripper's system - those he's seen before maintaining an selection marker to indicate positions as he stops and turns a slow circle. A new planet, new interests. The Nexu fur mantle newly attached over shoulders with the spined rough surrounding his helmet riffling. There are always faces shocked to see his type, he's learning - but when the nod comes from the smaller man - it's given a slow return while his hands cross at the wrists before him.
Fingers resting and ready to touch his controls, Hadrix looms, head canting left then right.
Lokir is not particularly phased by the sight of mandalorian armor on a public street. Too much time spent in the neon glare of Nar Shaddaa. Or, too much time spent drinking industrial cleaner amongst Mandalorians. As the sun sets, Lokir enjoys the scent of roasted and fresh meats as they waft past, tales of the hunt and the wild trailing behind street vendors in rickety self-pushing carts.
Elrych chuckles, looking towards the family that Vhe is indicating. "Yeah, it's nice. Though, moving around and seeing different place is definitivly more fun and interesting. Still, could buy it if you want. Use it now and again." He gives a shrug, looking around a bit more.
Barad listens to Merek and learns a bit more. He looks about at this wonderful city. So . . . clean! So . . . non - violent. It's a far cry from Nar Shaddaa. But, then again, things were not always so grand here. Time changes all things, and all things change with time. Waxing philosophical, Barad takes a minute or so to just be alonw with his thoughts. To take in the sights and the sounds and the scents again.
The day was going SO WELL!
And then like a giant rain cloud rolling in and fat with rain, everything goes to KRIFF.
There's the sound of shouting as a few in the crowd throw off cloaks and reveal very familiar looking armor to those around. Stormtroopers! Or bucketheads, whichever is preferred. They are most certainly not wearing helmets, which might be because hiding with them on is probably not the best thing. They do make them stand out. But not today.
There is the flash of crimson red streaking across the street before there can be much done about it. Mekal manages to realize that his charge is in trouble and gets her tackled off to the side, is she hit? Not really the big deal of the moment.
There are troopers starting to take shots at civilians and this just won't do!
"No..I think this is a bit much honestly. And it probably costs far too much," Vhe says before pausing, her lips parting as she turns slowly. "I feel.." her eyes widen and she catches her breath. Quickly she comes about as her saber is removed from her belt and the bag dropped unceremoniously in the street. Her back foot turns and with a soft whiske of fabric she reaches out to the first trooper she sees. "EL!" She declares loudly, as if he had not felt it as well.
The poor white bedecked figure is lifted from his feet and thrown back as Vhe's hand extends with a slight shake of its use of the unseen force.
Ban Iskender had been moving through the busy street from the direction of the city center and toward one of the parks when the young gentleman's black brows knit on a frown as the familiar chill of imminent violence passes down his spine. In an instant, a gloved hand draws an elaborate sword hilt, which ignites into a vivid green blade, held upright in a swordsman's guard as Ban rushes forward, blocking and parrying a flurry of blaster bolts, careful to angle the deflections *up* rather than back into the crowd. Three bystanders who had been staring down incoming bolts an instant before stumble back to safety behind Ban.
Elrych sensed it just as Vhe did... "Yeah... that's it..." Those who were sensative to the Force could likely feel it gather suddenly around the Jedi instantanously. Perhaps it carried a bit of a breeze with it. His hand reached for his saber, unhooking it quickly from his belt he activates it. THe brillaint blue blade coming to life. He slides forwards, his blade swinging towards a pair of crimson bolts. "I see it!" He confirms to Vhe, before spinning around and deflecting two more shot. "Everyone get to cover!" He however, stands there in the open, facing down the culprits. A free hand comes up to push his shades up the bridge of his nose. A smirk forming on his lips.
Merek looks to the troopers while they begin to fire on civilians, as well as one managing to strike into Carnine. The man takes a moment to step back, while he motions to Barad, protectively maneuvering next to the civilians as well as the Senator, his pistol unholstered while he speaks, "Surrender! You are in a fortified Republic world, you really think you can win? Whoever will put their hands up, weapons down, will not be fired upon!" The weapon charges up while he waits.
Vhe has a target and she catches sight out of the corner of her eye as another colored blade enters the mix. She strides forward, heading quickly towards Phil in order to try to toss him against the wall to keep him from shooting at all. This distances her from Elrych and the other as the Ysanna is quickly eating up the ground as her hand thrusts out again, lifting Phil from the ground to casually toss him against the side of the building he was next to. The clatter and crunch of armor does not bode well for him as she continues to jog forward, the white blade of her stunsaber moving at her side.
Lokir smoothly vaults behind the permacrete bench he was sitting on a moment ago. His pistol in-hand, Lokir scans the area for threats, picking out the gleam of white plasteel armor in the crowds. "Fewer stormtroopers on Nar Shaddaa..."
One arm up at the shots, using his height to his advantage to the sight of Stormtroopers springing up and lightsabers coming out. Hadrix's gauntlet spews a blaster bolt that strikes nothing but a bit of ground now charred black as he begins to stride forward, other hand drawing an antiquated blastech weapon from his hip.
Barrel of the wrist gun sliding back home the big mandalorian doesn't bother with folding stocks or holding onto the barrel grip. He just lifts the E-11 like a pistol as he starts towards the troopers, cape flying out behind him.
Barad heeds Elrych's advice and gets as many people to cover as he can. Quickly. Very quickly. He mainly accomplishes this by tackling a whole row of them behind the concrete benches that Merek has earlier indicated ... *swwwwooooooooooopppppp!*
There was a choice to be made... continue to defend the civilians who lingerd or fell behind or go after the source of the attack. He chose the latter, moving forward to strike against two of the troopers, the swift motion from his blade seperating plasti plated armored limbs from white clad body. When he was finished, he pointed the edge of his laser sword towards their leader. "Surrender now, please..." He wasn't feeling overly diplomatic today.
Ban Iskender advances toward the fallen (?) Senator, though his focus is held by continuing to ward off blaster bolts from finding and further innocents. "Alas that the day has turned bloody, sir; how fares your charge?" the nobleman asks of Septima's bodyguard, without looking aside to disrupt his defense. Three more bolts are parries, three more civilians ordered safely clear. Silently, Ban anticipates another shot at the downed Septima.
Merek's plea falls on deaf ears. Could Stormtroopers actually here the words of peace?
Maybe not!
Their friends and comrades are cut down and there's a startling alacrity in the way that things go down hill quickly for the small group of troopers. Poor Phil, he's getting flung around like a rag doll, and Bob...oh gods Bob. Someone would be missing them later (not really).
Their shots miss their targets. Maybe this was a very under trained group of troopers...
Meanwhile, Mekal has drug Septima behind a wall and is trying to see just how much damage the unconscious Senator has taken. The level of disrespect!
Merek looks to the troopers while the men don't even think about it, it looks like. Then he twirls the weapon, before beginning to fire on the Captain, who is dodging about, though he does manage striking the stormtrooper with his pistol, the bolt of the energy from the weapon managing to sear along into armor while it keeps the carbon scoring upon the material. He keeps protectively with the many citizens.
As Phil goes down, Vhe is turning about, watching the confusion and chaos continuing though their numbers seem to be swiftly falling. The initiate glances to Ban and then Elrych before she hastens back, leaving Phil prone behind her. The stunsaber seems to be all decoration as she leaves it unused at her side and across the greater distance Vhe reaches with the Force.
It rips the Captain up from his feet and sweeps him sideways into another builting. Its a clatter and rough drop as she lets him go, the quick tightening of her fingers released as her hand lowers upon completion of her act. She stands ten feet ahead of the fallen Phil with her stance set wide.
Barad , having just gotten the bystanders under cover, next works to heal the Senator's wounds . . .
No one would miss them. That's the nightmare of it. They weren't people. Not by the names that would be assigned by onlookers. He could call out - but they have their orders. They've already shot at him and the Mandalorian swings his body with unnerving speed to avoid one and lets the next incoming bolt 'flatten' against his armor, leaving a black splotch.
Most of them just follow orders. They don't know what else to do. That's all they knew, that's all they had ever been allowed to know and if they dared start to think otherwise the torture would be set on them anew.
A small few, the vicious ones, the beasts, are meteorites that strike across the sky in a brilliant flash. A smaller number than that, that can improvise to enhances orders becoming officers.
Maybe one in a thousand get free and try to be real people. Hadrix stalks ever forwards, arm automatically following the path cut through the air when the sorceress hurls him and a nod is given to Vhe when his blaster barks whilst he looks away to the other standing target. Arm moving on it's own, two quick presses of the firing stud slam into chest, bending him back before the trooper is done in by a belly shot that cores through.
Hadrix surveys, eyes moving AR displays. Enemies. He need's enemies.
Lokir eyes the promenade, now an urban battlefield. Lokir braces against his trusty brench, armor confirming the story his natural senses already are telling him. Stormtroopers are mostly smoking or in well-carved, delicious pieces. Stray movement catches Lokir's eye, though--wounded Imperial prey. Flipping his Theed S5 to stun, Lokir draws a careful bead on the stormtrooper, sending telltale stun bolt ripples downrage. "That's a bingo..."
Barad, having tackled the nearby bystanders to what passes for safety behind the concrete benches, next crawls forward to treat the downed Sentator's injuries. If the patient -can- be safely moved, Barad motions behind the benches. If the patient cannot be safely moved, Barad will provide "Cover" for Septima with his own lumpy roundish form. Either way, it's time to get the Senator's condition stabilized! And so Barad gives this his best efforts . . . Setting his MedPac on the ground nearby, Barad opens it up and quickly unlimbers the MedScanner and sets to work. A synth - spray gets the burn cleaned and sealed -- always the first priority, given how easily burn wounds tend to get infected. No doubt that's more of a concern on Nar Shaddaa, given the "Smuggler's Moon"'s level of persistent "Ambient Filth," but it's generally true in most all circumstances. Next: a bacta infusion, and the quickest bandaging that still should hold up well!
Elrych raises a single brow as the Captain is flung into a wall by Vhe and hen vaporized by Hadrix. "Well then..." He offers quietly. His surroundings are checked once again before he exstinguishes his lightsaber, replacing the ancient Jedi weapon onto his belt. He turns then, walking towards Vhe to inspect her. To make sure she is okay before he looks to Phil. "Well... someone will be a person of high interest to the authorities." He nods towards he last trooper.
Ban Iskender's free hand goes to his comlink, into which the gentleman speaks, <"My Lady, there has been an attempt on Senator Carnine. She is stable, but sorely wounded. Are you reading my location?">
More stormtroopers fall, sad as it is these guys were probably abandoned when the planet was liberated. Hadrix might get a sneaking suspicion of it at least. The last stormtrooper that is alive wiggles a little after being stunned, then goes limp. It would be easy to take him in for questions.
Mekal doesn't really move out of the way when folks try to come towards Septima. He is making sure that she doesn't get injured worse. But at least she's not awake yet to feel like she got ran over by a Mudhorn.
"We'll have to get this cleaned up. Again." Mekal states with a sigh. Then he's moving to grab the bag Septima was carrying, looking down into it, "Oh no..." he whispers. But he doesn't elaborate on it.
Merek walks among the stormtroopes, looking to see if any of them might still be... Well, either way he nods a bit, Barad looks to the Senator, while he takes a moment to speak, "All civilians that are not wounded, please get back to your homes," then he takes the blaster to point along while he nods, "I am going to do a patrol," he notes to the bodyguard of the Senator, "Call in the Chandrila Law Officers so that we can manage the... Scene," he muses.
As the Captain falls likely without breath, Vhe looks from the corpse to Hadrix in his thick armor and heavy weaponry. There is a hesitant nod but she does so before her back foot slides across the ground to draw her about. Slowly she considers the prone figure of Phil as she approaches closer still, her gaze sliding to Elrych as her head turns to look up at him. The soft hum of the white blade remaining low at her side.
"I could not kill him, but we need him anyways." She lets the saber turn off, slipping the cylinder to her belt as she heads over to lift him from the ground, her hand turning palm up. Far less agresssive this time in nature.
Ban Iskender keeps his saber litand on guard for a futher several moments, as he voices to Mekal, "The finest healer in the Jedi Order has been summoned, sir. I pray you-" he adds to Barad, "do not take any slight to your talents of medicine, master Barad."
Elrych nods, "It would have been nice if they had given up." A hand goes to the space between the Ysanna's shoulder blade, a comforting touch. "You did very well, Vhe. Don't dwell too much. We can always meditate on it later and learn what we could have done better." HE himself wondered if maybe he should have stayed and defended the crowd like Ban instead of attacking the Enemy, letting the big guy in the armor do that instead. THen again... he hastened the enemies end by being more 'agressive'. He took a deep breath and waited for Aryn to arrive
Approaching steadily, a wave of heavy sadness washing over him as his carbine is slipped away to its holster. Hadrix approaches the downed, but still living, trooper.
Barad keeps working to maintain Septima's clear airways, pulse and heartrate and respiration. Having treated the burns is only half the battle. Well, ... maybe a third of the battle. Fighting the infections will come later, and that is what the Bacta is for! For now, it's treatment for shock and trauma. A burn this severe can cause plenty of both ... and then AC arrives, and so Barad fills her in, succinctly, and steps aside quickly to watch her work. Mentor - to - student -type levels of attention are given ... Barad watches -very- closely! Aryn Cole is -the- reason Barad has become a Medic, all the way from way back when -she- had healed -him-, in years long past. And every time Barad watches Aryn work her magic, Barad learns and absorbs that knowledge.
Lokir slides away from his bench, padding quickly over to his successful capture. A quick glance at the two Jedi and the Mandalorian. "Tagged this one cleanly." Stun binders quickly come out, and Lokir slips them onto the unconscious prisoner. "Aye, now to bag him, and turn the screws." Lokir adds a casual kick into the ribs of the trooper, eliciting a groan. "Yep, still alive. Good bounty for trash who would fire into a crowd."
