Log:First Order: Praise Jibbers and Pass The Ammo

Praise Jibbers and Pass The Ammo

OOC Date: April 9 and 11 2019
Location: Rodia
Participants: Kylo Ren, Drath, Saanvi, Erisi Auslese and Hadrix Rol

"This cult has reached new heights - we thought them to be a small local group of yahoos, but we've discovered several extended families have up and left their homes across the planet and have all made for a compound out in the jungle. At least twenty-five to thirty members, but that's the ones we know of. There could be others." Lieutenant Vuhk's holocomm image states as the lander craft traverses just over the jungle canopy En route to the mission LZ.

"We know they have weapons, many of them, and because of the damned Rodian obsession with hunting they have equipment ranging from blaster pistols to repeater cannons. We are bringing you to a clearing that we know is close, but the rest of the way will need to be taken by foot. Intelligence has informed that if you capture Hrudu Gobiji" a holo-projector shows a yellowish skinned rodian with a floppy face tube, and then a sullustan woman with oversized jowels and ears, "And Yussi Fumnbn it will cause a disruption in the cult's operations. Capture them for interrogation, and either recover the weapons stockpile, or destroy it before they get it in their head that The Matchless Hunt's next great holy revelation is insurrection. I will be available on comms for additional inquiries on mission."

The hologram of the lieutenant fades out as the assault lander touches down with a heavy thud, the egress ramp dropping to let the warriors of the Order out and into the field.

Drath, decked out in his black Vanguard armor and holding his F-11D blaster rifle in a relaxed state, watches quietly as the mission instructions come over the familiar shape of a hologram. Next to him, a black First Order BB unit is idle, awaiting instructions and taking a recording of the hologram images of the capture targets for its owner. "Copy, Sir. We'll get it done." he chirps back over the externals of his helmet, rifle being adjusted slightly as he turns and grips the handle within the lander above him to ensure he doesn't fall during landing. <<Ninenty-One, sounding off.>> is given just before the drop ramp opens, and Drath lets go of the handle to begin his exit of the craft.

Who is to say how Kylo chooses the missions on which he accompanies the Vanguard? His helmet seals over his head with a hiss, locking the chrome-lined mask into place before the dark warrior strides down the ramp to the jungle floor, boots abruptly transitioning from clomps to muffled thuds. "The Rodians are a proud people. We cannot allow a more radical sect to rise. We have enough of those to deal with already," his processed, amplified voice concurs with the briefing, veiled eyes staring around at the glut of flora, vines hanging, moss growing. "They will have seen the shuttle." He is already heading deeper into the trees.

Eighteen is prepping her rig, adjusting the armaments on her hips and then waiting with the rest near the ramp as they set down. The hand holds keep her on her feet for that moment and she drags her helmet up atop her head, sealing quickly with a his. She dips her head to those in attendance - ready to go. They have their objectives and Karys is ready <<Eighteen. Ready.>> Is what she says in reply the voice of Drath in her ear.

She falls into step behind him, both trailing after Kylo as she pulls both pistols from her hips and is certain they are set to kill.

Saanvi has her weapons, meedical supplies and for some reason multiple rolls of duct tape secured to her person. One last gear check and she trots to catch up with the others <<Eighty Five is also prepared for deployment>>.

Erisi's mouth drops open briefly from beneath her dark cowl before it snaps shut, her lips pursing as her cheeks blow out, contemplating. Contemplating, "I too, numbered fellow people, Humans, fellow Humans, are ready. Myself. The Knight. Asset. Assets of the Knight. Erisi. Auslese. Me. Myself. I am ready." She needs a cool code name.

The aforementioned Knight Asset Auslese is here, whip on her hip, cool robes on, hair and makeup on point, striding after Kylo with her hands slipping out of her pockets because she learned a hard lesson in not walking in the robes with hands tucked away. If you fall, you will slam your face, "Yep ..they ..certainly will have." Stride. After the Dark Warrior.

Once out and moving the assault team's path into the woods, more an animal run than anything else, diverges into three routes. The center and right hand paths having thinning groundcover and much thicker boled trees. The left hand path has thickening cover provided by massive ferns, vine cover, and a prevailing mist that rolls through.

All the around the sounds of the jungle encroach, creaks and birdsong, the buzz of can-cells the sudden shrieks of prey animal that hadn't the effective camouflage from predators that had tracked them down.

Drath falls into position behind and slightly to the side of Kylo and Erisi, making the usual Vanguard arrow formation as they step into the jungle itself. <<Knight Asset.>> he responds to Erisi's apparent confusion as to her title. There might be a bit of amusement there, at least! As they come to a split in the paths, Drath turns his helmeted gaze to the three paths, chirping out <<See some drag tracks on the center path, possibly from animal retrieval.>> he provides, though ultimately it's up to Kylo which way they go. Maybe he noticed the same! Or maybe the force is feeding him weird wireless information.

"Yes," Kylo acknowledges Drath's observation, turning his vacant stare down all three pathways for a few moments. A gloved finger taps on his belt as he considers before heading down the center path pointed out by the stormtrooper. "This seems the most likely path." There is no hesitation as he leads the formation, comfortable being at the head of the group. No warnings are given so it must be safe, right?

Karys is quiet save for her movement, though she slows and glances to the right path. Her voice clicks live over the internal coms. <<"I hear no signs of light down the right path. It suggests there is likely an ambush.">> She listens to Drath's offering and then narrow her gaze behind the dark visor. Though as Kylo chooses the central she does give it due consideration.

Saanvi begins to follow but then stops. She tilts her head one direction than the other " There is a predator or something else moving to the right up in the canopy which seems to have disturbed the local wildlife. At the very least I hear something big moving in the canopy to the right of the path.

Erisi gives nothing consideration, simply follows a few feet back behind Kylo, and as he leads the group, or those who follow, she will exhale out in the heat of the jungle. Hands lift as she pushes back her hood, giving her head a freeing shake as she glances back to Saanvi, "Then we should avoid it, for the time being." A nudhe of her head towards Kylo, indicating at least that those hesitating to follow the man.

<<"904 reporting in, ready for long range ops. Signal target and squelch my channel to call in.">> Hadrix's voice grumbles across the comms, briefly, <<"On overwatch unless called.">>

As the unit moves down the centerline there are signs of something rubbing against the trees on either side of the path. The loam and the packed soil dips in places in semi-regular intervauls. The ground litter has been pulled along by something moving through the area, but whatever has come through here has warded off other potential predators.

As the force proceeds along the path it widens, and the trees grow further and further apart, becoming small humped islands in a growing slick of scummy water smelling of rot. According to intel reports the compound should be getting close - which also calls for the chances of traps being placed in their way higher and higher.

The entire area is alive, tree limbs moving, the water shifting, and the eternal twilight beneath the jungle rooftop plunging everything into cloying shadows.

<<Copy that, Nine-Oh.>> Drath comms back to Hadrix as he checks in, the Trooper's comms otherwise silent and devoid of the slow, deep breaths he's taking under that helmet. He remembers the last time he was in a jungle, anything could jump out at any time. His rifle raised and at the ready, Drath continues behind Kylo and Erisi, his barrle aimed out at an angle from the group to intercept anything that might decide they look tasty and attempt to make a meal out of them.

"Something is watching," Kylo remarks ominously, and it's safe to assume he doesn't mean Hadrix. "I feel it." Heavy boots keep walking through the tropic muck, the long robes he wears dragging through the mire and picking up a mottled earthy tone over the black. "It has not seen us yet, but we have not escaped its notice. Be ready." The masked face glances down towards the trail where various markings have been left by the thing's passage. "And this close to the compound." A note of curiosity sneaks in alongside the caution.

Keeping up with the rest, Karys gives to the choice of command and keeps her blasters at ready. She takes up the right, opposite Drath so that their attention can be divided. She does slow however and glances up, her head tilting. <<"Wait. Does anyone else hear that?">> KS-0218 goes quiet to hear what she herself pointed out. <<"Something beeping...">> She then makes a motion, <<"It is a proximity 'tweet'. If we could pick it up on some form of scanner we can likely locate by tracing the echo tweet.">>

Saanvi confirms <> her head slowly swivels as she scanse the dense fauna for any indication-and seems to not see anything to arrest her gaze.

SNIFFF. A roll back of Eri's shoulders as her head tilts back, lips parting as she takes in a deep breath, a shiver running through her. Pupils swell and a sudden smile dances over her lips as golden red striations in her eyes brighten, "It's hunting. Something with great strength, I can feel it's blood coursing through it's veins, as our Supreme Leader says, it knows we are here but is not yet aware of /where/ ..." Another swell of the woman's chest as she breathes in deeply again, smile delirious as she crouches down, outstretched right hand touching to the jungle floor beneath them of moss, dirt, detrius and other flora, fingers sweeping, "We should keep moving or we will give it ample opportunity to retrace it's steps to find us."

Rising up smoothly she dusts her hand on her robe, striking forwards with purpose, delving deeper to the jungle off towards the compound, "If we catch our two targets first maybe we can play with the hunter to garner our information from them." Barely contained excitement, a thrill running through her voice as she continues onwards, not content to stand in the middle of a jungle pondering the world around them.

However the words of Karys and Saanvi do not escape the Knight, "It's a proximity bomb, several, actually, and they're warning us if we get too close that they will explode." She slows, "How far are you all?" A tilt of her head, Erisi nodding her head, "Thank you." Then to the group, "They're sorted all along the puddles ahead of us, about .." She squints, teeth bared as she half-grimaces, "Fifteen or so meters, and there are a lot more beyond that. We can set them off from here, but it'll announce our presence to more than just the hunter. I suggest one of the other paths, unless we're good with being known. Supreme Leader?"

It's easy to tell where the proximity mines are now that they've been pointed out, but when Erisi nods and suggests a different path, Kylo shakes his helmeted head. "No. This is the path we've chosen." A black-gloved hand stretches out towards the explosives, and the air around him tightens almost audibly, a pressure on the eardrums, and with no warning at all, every one of the bombs explodes.

Chunks of moss and wet rotting logs are thrown into the air at something approaching the speed off sound for a few instants, whistling through the air as wind resistance and gravity drag them back down. Once the nearby shockwave has subsided, his hand lowers.

Drath continues the trek right up until the group comes to a halt, the Trooper keeping himself silent unless he notices something. Which he doesn't, and as such no words come from within his helmet. Squinting, he gazes ahead at the explanation of explosives up ahead, as well as their location. Not that he's really able to make anything out, though, and notes <<Not sure we have time to just head back the way we came and try another surely similarly trapped path. They already know we're here, it might be a good idea to just deto->>

But then just that happens, and Drath turns his attention to the now cleared path. Adjusting his rifle, he comments, <<Need to learn how to do that for demo work.>> before he's starting off down the likely significantly wider pathway through the jungle.

Saanvi sucks in a sharp inhale and tenses. One gloved hand snaps down to her weapon thee other her medical supplies. Speaking before she think better of it <<Was it our intention to announce our presence?>> there is a bit of turning in place to do an inventory of everyone's limbs <<Is there any who requires medical?>>

A chorus of voices suddenly call out joyously to the ears of Erisi a split second before the bombs are detonated by Kylo. Eri's hands as a result were up quick enough to cover her ears as she bounces up on her toes with a laugh of absolute delight, watching as the plumes of fire and debris pillows out up into the tree canopy in a beautiful blast of oranges, reds and yellows which are mirrored in the woman's hazel eyes.

When it somewhat dies down her hands swing down from her ears to clasp in front of her in a loud clap, smile wide as she strides forwards into the smokey path cleared by the bombs, "Oh, that was /wonderful/, yes. We /did/ choose this path. Let us walk it." Robes billow around her ankles and hips as she disappears into the smoky pathway, "We are the Vanguard, they should know what is coming for them." Responded darkly yet so cheerily back to Saanvi, Erisi evidently without injury as she continues forwards, picking up the pace.

The water, the canopy, the vines it all serves to channel the sound along a plane instead of as a sphere. As the proximity charges are ended, the sound of them races off leaving everything silent for untold distance due to the gloom.

Where one might expect the rumble and roar of an answering beast there is only a sound like a massive tongue being dragged across pressboard, a dull shuffling and the flaps of leather wings from the left and behind.

The edge of the forest is eventually visible as the group moves, the way ahead growing lighter, and the sharp white of search lights striking the underbrush as it silhouettes the trunks of trees and the forms of three figures with longarms and scanner equipment entering the brush, intent on checking on what caused an entire mine field to go off.

At least these helmets help with the flash dissipation, and sound protection. After all, it's like wearing a plastoid bucket on your head! Drath moves onward, his weapon raised and his head on a swivel as they walk through what used to be a mine field. <<Three contacts straight ahead.>> he chirps over the comms, though it's very likely that everyone can see the silhouettes approaching before them, with their scanning equipment and such. Raising his rifle, Drath steps forward, pointing it center mass at the trio before them. After all, they're this close to the base, they can't exactly be civilians can they? "Freeze, or you will be fired upon." is provided over the externals, the customary 'Stop right there' being given as is customary.

Kylo heads forward as well, intent on reaching their objective despite the minor obstacles in their way. "Where else will they run to? Deeper into the jungle?" he asks at the question regarding losing the element of surprise. "We'll find them. Unless you're afraid of a few rodians living in a cluster of huts, doctor?" An eyebrow is raised but the mask's chrome brows are ALWAYS raised.

The explosion of the mines behind them, Karys is at the ready for what is likely to come due to the detonation. Attention. When Drath identifies and steps forward towards the three who are on inspection she steps to the side of him to get a clear shot should they have need. There is no hesitation as KS-0218 takes one step closer to press upon their contacts that they have only one real choice.

Saanvi tilts her head <<I am afraid of no Rodians under any circumstances, Most esteemed and supreme leader>> She doesn't seem offended at the baiting but perhaps there is some puzzlement-then again no one else batted an eye at the explosions. This is something which will no doubt require further introspection. Later. For now there is a mission. Weapon out of it's holster and at the ready.

Erisi should really stick to fire. As soon as Drath calls out the Knight is drawing her whip from her hip and giving it a shake or three, trying to get the /sword/ into /whip mode. She swings it in front of her like she would when using it at a whip, but it doesn't whip and just slices, "Oh this thing ...It hates me so much, hold on, I'm sorry ..." Erisi says to the trio, shaking the sword/whip, a second swing completed that comes MUCH closer to hitting her intended target, though it doesn't slip into whip form just yet. A 'chknt' erupts from the sword and the blade will collapse into whip form a moment later, "HA!" And it's whipped. For her next round of whippin'.

Called out to, threatened, and then swung at. Confused the two rodians and singular Shistavanean leap back, dropping their sensor equipment and shouldering rifles.

Green and crimson energy darts snap between the group, fired indiscriminately - just an attempt to fill the air with as much fire as they can.

Further up, other sounds become apparent, like a re-purposed air raid siren.

See? This is the problem with rules of engagement. Drath oncer again chastises himself for not just simply firing on what would've most certainly been one of the people they were coming to kill. There's no way it was a civilian, after all. Then they're shooting at him! Drath grunts heavily as a bolt strikes the stomach covering of his armor, burning through and filling the air with the smell of flesh as he calls out <<Medic!>> over the internal comms. Meanwhile, a fairly angry "Kriff you too then!" comes over the externals, and a blast bolt flies right into the face of the Rodian that shot him, causing what basically turns out to be an implosion of the alien's face into what remains of its freshly wrecked skull.

Kylo doesn't bother baiting Saanvi again because there's a fight breaking out. He watches as Erisi leaps in and Drath takes a hit, vaguely interested in how his people fare in combat and evidently content to let them get into it. In the meantime, he's already continuing to walk towards the compound and by extension the two remaining fighters that they've encountered, but he makes no moves to attack them.

Pistols are pivoted as Drath takes out a target and Karys is a machine. One shot, two, and three hit - only one misses and not by much. She shifts position as one arm crosses over the other to release the shots without really missing a beat so that the toasts one of the targets without a second thoughts. <<"Target down.">> She says in an emotionless tone as he takes a step forward to follow after Kylo, ready to take the next target down.

Saanvi's pistol lists and she tracks targets but her comrades or quicker and deadlier so she has to keep shifting targets but finally she finds one still standing and hastily fires before someone else gets the last enemy!

By the very act of shaking out her whip as she tries to get rid of dust and the like that she perceives to be in between the segments, Erisi is able to dodge the fire bolts sent her way. Pew, pew, from two separate figures as she shake-shake-shakes the blade, finally satisfied she looks up in time to see Beedo go down with shots from Drath, and Barfdo by Karys, the shots from Saanvi flying past her on towards Feedo who doesn't seem to quite go down entirely, wounded, but not dead.

Striding forwards with her whip swaying at her side she raises her free hand, the left one, to flick fingers in the air, setting Feedo on fire internally and externally, a ball of flame matching that of the explosions erupting around him, "Keep moving! Bring the fight to them as we go." Stepping past the burning pile of flesh which may be screaming, she doesn't know, she's focused on bringing fire to more beyond.

Moving forward from the woodlands to the treeline brings team to a brief twenty meter killing field that reeks of defoliants and root killing chemicals. Built on a hump of solid ground in a sea of muck and mud is a wall, crafted of poured duracrete that stretches easily thirty meters to the left and right. Atop it, every ten meters, are search lights that are searching the grounds

One of those lights focus on the group - and a hissing snarling goes up, a yellow scaled Trandoshan peers around the side of the light and points its thick, clawed, finger at the group.

Drath continues onward, trusting the rest of the team to take down the combatants before them. It's three people in the open, how hard can it be? Karys takes out one, Saanvi and Erisi take out the other, and his hunch proves to be correct. Stepping over the body of the still smoking Beepo, the Trooper continues the advance with the Supreme Leader, the pain in his stomach drowned out at least a bit by the adrenaline a combat scenario brings with it. That doesn't mean he's not dripping blood in his wake, but at least the scoring seared most of it. The spotlight is on them, and thanks to the visor of his helmet Drath doesn't have to look away, another deadly bolt of plasma fire erupting from his rifle and downing the Trandoshan that dared to move itself from behind the cover of its... Search light.

Saanvi sweeps the area slowly and asks <<I do not see any further hostiles. Are there any wounded? Report to medical if so." Her weapon doesn't lower though as she continues to sweep her surroundings from behind the sight of her weapon.

There's a wall around the compound blocking their path. The air thickens around Kylo again as the man in black robes comes to a halt, concentrating on the flow of his emotions. Both hands clutch at empty space, fingers lacing into the cracks and fissures of the wall by way of invisible tendrils. His stance shifts as he braces his feet and heaves.

Rocks tumble and fly inward as though kicked in by a giant's boot, leaving a gap easily wide enough for the entire group to stride through, a new archway into the compound, and before the dust can even settle, the one who caused it is striding through.

Saanvi stands still. The helm hides her expression but the way she goes stock still suggests that she MIGHT be gawping in awe. She knows their revered leader is powerful but the awe never ceases when confronted with evidence of his power! She doesn't lolligag. As soon as her comrades begin to move so does she!

As the smoke hangs in the air, whipping around in the soggy breeze from outside, newly let in thanks to Kylo, "Knock knock!" Erisi announces as she steps in behind Kylo and his swirling robes, her own dancing about her feet merrily, whip set back onto her hip into it's little holder which is set around her waist. Kohl lined hazel eyes narrow beneath heavy bangs, gaze sweeping to the first being she sees, an Ithorian, right hand lifting up, the left soon to follow, fingers crooking at the familiar lines of golden red lighting up her veins in a low glow, gaze darkening in the same tones as her smile darkens, "Mrjeff (talk) We're home Mrjeff (talk)." Delivered in a sing-songy dischordant lilt, the Ithoran set alight with a curl of those fingertips. FWOOSH.

Within, the compound is a series of homes constructed within long cargo containers, surrounding an actual home of expensive wood and glass. The force of the wall coming in has ripped open one of those homes, knocking down the one balanced atop it.

Those close enough open fire on the invaders, confused shouting and wailing on non-coms joining the din of blaster fire.

Drath pauses in his gait for a moment as Kylo Ren goes about all but demolishing the wall in their path. It's always nice to have the Supreme Leader on these sorts of missions, it makes things like gaining an entrance all that much smoother. Raising his rifle again, Drath steps forward to follow into the breach, opening fire on the stunned, but not so stunned as to not open fire, inhabitants of the compound. He doesn't advance quite /so/ quickly though, and his shot goes a bit wide as he falls back slightly closer to Saanvi. <<Eighty-Five, can I get some bacta?>>

Saanvi holsters her weapon and strides over to examine Drath's injury. Duct tape comes out first for some reason and she tears off a few strips and the cuts the armor open around the damaged part to rinse and exmaine the wound before treating it and duct taping a chunk of durasteel or some other armor material over the damaged armor. So THAT is what the duct tape is for.

As attacks come her way Erisi is quickly grasping her robes to heft them up, freeing her pant wearing legs to do some fancy darting this way and that, "You ..idiots, I've been doing cardio!" Said in a huff, the sweaty brown woman twisting and dropping to avoid the shots coming her way, hand lifting to attack the Ithorian she had before, but instead of setting that alien on fire she managed to set someone's cargo home door on fire instead, "Shavit--" Breathless, her right hand dropping to a thigh as she folds forwards, staring up at the burning door with some disdain, "Aim, Eri, aim." Woof, her dogs are tired. But, she's straightening up and dropping her robes, sleeves pushed up to free her forearms. She's ready this time!

Smoke, fire... Literally a flaming Ithorian who had spent previous moments rolling about putting herself out before she could finally get her blaster unlimbered.

Desperate, angry, terrified of the forces marching through the hole in their wall, the cultists begin screaming aloud, one hooting flooty voice loudest over them all,

"And the hunt! It comes and gifts unto us the glory of blood! The joy of meat! The thrill of danger! We shall ALL feel the power of the Hunt, we will be one with it! Cast down the armored swine, and then we can pick apart the robed ones!!"

Following the commands, the cultists open fire on Drath and Saanvi, hooting and screaming what sounds like scraps of scripture and religious proverb.

It's during the process of getting the hole in his stomach patched up that, during the next round of fire from the enemy, Drath is struck both in the shoulder by a glancing shot and directly in the side by a second that burns through his armor and into his ribcage. The first gets a grunt, but the second gets a cry of pain from within the Trooper's helmet. Apparently disregarding his attempts at medical treatment, he raises his rifle and returns fire, striking the human in the torso with a heavy blaster bolt of return fire.

Saanvi snarls feverently more players on the perodic table but she's not gotten to the heavy metals of semi-conducting elements so the situation isn't TOO dire as elements zing of her tongue like eplitives as she works. Saanvi's cussing does stop as she steps around to check for other damage and takes a blaster bolt that hits her in the back of the helm and lays her out.

Erisi is ready, and thusly finishes off the Ithorian with a flex of her hands, her teeth gritted as she slides her right foot back, planting herself firmly into place. As she's shot at again the woman is dodging with a tilt of her body this way, a tilt that way, avoiding the shots with catlike reflexes. Hashashasha. It only serves to help fuel her anger, an angry smile on her lips as each fire she sets drags her deeper and deeper into darkness.

Another bolt from beyond the wall slaps into the ground, lost, like poor Tonso whom had been the victim of sniper fire. The attacks on the First Order continue unabated, green and red slipping back and forth like a static signal, coloring all the world crimson and viridian.

Continuing the advance, DRath at least receives medical attention before Saanvi is downed. <<Eighty-Five is down!>> he calls over the comms, the best option for her survival in this scenario being to remove the enemies firing in her direction. So he advances, rifle held up as he opens fire on Reiba again, connecting with the human in the chest and sending her back down as his feet continue in their slow, steady advance. He's been shot four times already, but the adrenaline, pain killers, bacta, and duct tape are keeping him together. Even if the number of holes in his armor is increasing.

The sudden fall of Saanvi has Erisi baring her teeth in a low growl , "That was my /friend/." Hissed out, the actual fact of Saanvi being her friend or not being a debatable one, but it helps to fuel Erisi's rage which is then focused on those remaining before her. The Wookiee goes up in flames first, combusting from within, his fur set alight, a quick cross over of her left hand sending the Chadra-Fan aflame next, "Grab her and find cover!" Erisi calls out, "Or if you can't I'll move her to some place safe." With her MIND.

The blasts begin to thin as those out in the open are taken down one by one, from a wookiee wreathed in fire, shrieking until the flames erupt from it's mouth in a geyser of frying tissue, to the other holed by Drath as he returns fire, covered in injuries, more melted plasteel and kinetic mesh than solid plates at this moment. When the Chadra-Fan bursts into flame, and begins screeching, a single bolt fired from somewhere above the wall line silences it.

The ground is silent, save for the continued prostheletizing over the sound system, engendering the greatness of the Matchless hunt. The nasal voice of the Rodian over the jabbering speech of the sullustan in the background.

The front doors of the house at the center close tight with a thunk, and from the jungle comes a wet rumble that becomes a staccato hooting scream, filled with phlegm and drool.

The compound surrounding the home of Hrudu Gobijia and Yussi Fumnbn seems to hold its breath following the hooting rumble from the forest depths. Any figures in the cargo container homes encircling the proper house watch from the shadows of ad-hoc doors and windows. The wall guards say nothing, having been gunned down, or lit on fire with the force.

The quiet feels tenuous at best, the residents of the compound likely to swing towards a second wind for violence, or retreat.

The house of the cult leaders is a modest design that looks luxurious per the surroundings. Two story, and likely with a basement built into the tough ground beneath. Metal shutters cover the few windows, and the double doors up the short flight of stone steps look to be crafte by reinforced durasteel.

Drath, with his armor full of holes that are now covered over by bacta patches and duct tape, surveys the area just inside the breach of the wall as the squad makes their way into it. After ensuring there's no direct combatants still firing on them, the Trooper takes a moment to sling his rifle and rushes back towards the breach in the wall to take a glance out at the treeline. "No rear guard." he notes, and on said note the trooper reaches into his belt, tugging out a number of fragmentation grenades and beginning to set them up on the ground and sides of the breach in that duracrete wall. <<Setting up some charges to cover the rear for us, just in case that's anything nasty.>> The wall was there for a reason, after all, and though people like them are likely a reason that doesn't mean it's the only one.

A red blade spits forth from the hilt in Kylo's grasp, filling the area near him with emanated light and a continual growl as the weapon sputters and sparks. He nods at Drath's explanation, his helmeted head bobbing once before turning towards the stairway with the doors at the top. "Erisi. Can you sense a system holding those closed?" Whatever the sound from the jungle behind them was, it doesn't seem to have alarmed him enough to distract from the mission at hand.

Erisi puts her Bilari Electro-chain Whip - 13232 away.

Erisi stands among the burning corpses and other holy bodies, her whip having been put back onto her belt hook not long before Kylo whipped out his righteous saber, "It definitely is something nasty, if it comes closer I can try talking to it, but we'll see if it's up for talking." So says the banged woman who still wears a half smile upon her lips, every use of pyrokinesis drawing her deeper and deeper into the dark side, like being dunked in a mug of velvety hot chocolate. Biscuit Erisi approves. Stepping over a body her robes will smother the fire, leaving a smoldering blackened corpse in it's wake as she heads to the stairs, "Yes, there is, it's locked and pretty good. But I think I can slice into the system. It seems pretty open and welcoming to me." She'll begin to head to the stairs, striding up with robes clutched in her hands to keep her from tripping, intent on hitting the door with her code from the datapad located in her back pocket, "Hello cuties, you know what's /better/ than a hug? Letting /friends/ in."

The doors spring open almost enthusiastically, and there is a sensation about the electronics, towards the lady, of being greeted by enthusiastic friends.

The foyer of the house is a patchwork of skins and furs across the floor, nexu, karstag, nerf, bantha, wookiee, human or possibly near human, rodian, the list goes on. Each rug a story of a hunt, every severed head on the wall a volume, and the various bones made into decoratives, such as the chandalier a chronicle dedicated to hunting anything, and everything.

There are two doors, to the left and straight ahead, both made of wrooshyr wood, tall, wide, and carved with imagery and scripture to the Matchless Hunt.

His charges set, Drath does a quick double check of the things before he actually activates the proximity features on all of them. Measure twice is especially important when it comes to explosives. Stepping back, his rifle is removed from his back once before and brought to a resting stance as the Trooper turns and points towards BB-02. "Keep an eye on the entrance for us, radio me in case anyone from the cargo containers follows."

With the droid beeping in acknowledgement, the wounded man steps into the opened doors, bringing his rifle up and keeping it angled away from the back of the Supreme Leader and Knight Asset in front of him to cover the angle of their front. <<A bit morbid, isn't it?>> he comments over the comms as he takes in the decorations from behind that black visor.

Kylo steps in as well, his lightsaber held at his side. The skins would be morbid if he didn't have a pedestal filled with the ashes of his enemies back on the Finalizer. "It is as I expected," is his response instead, looking around from under his hood. "This is why they were chosen for elimination." His free hand reaches out towards the door on the left, calling on his connection to the Force and summoning up that familiar tension to push hard against it. The wood splinters and cracks, and shortly the path forward is cleared. He walks that way.

"Awh, see, you treat the service folks well, and they treat you back." Erisi says warmly, a gentle touch extended to both doors after they part open and an earnest thank you, "Good job." Patpat. It doesn't take the woman long to see what greets them beyond, her lips parting in a wide smile as hands drop to her side, steps slowly drawing her in further, the familiar pressure in the air as Kylo uses his mastery of the force to open the door to the left, the cracks and splintering sounds causing a ripple of excitement to rush through her. Inspired by this she will try for her first time ever to try and use the power. Walking up to the middle door she'll extend out her right hand, flexing fingers and ...a whole lot of nothing happens. A gentle jutting of her bottom lip, "Oh come on, he's right there brain, like ..you can talk to some doors but you can't /open/ one?" Whispered to herself, Eri rolling her eyes a moment, a look cast off to the left before she reaches out to try and open the door manually. So not cool, "Morbid but kinda impressive ..." Be cool, act cool. Mantra for the night.

A light scrabbling sound preceeds a rasping nasal voice over an internal pa system. "And the Hunt calls upon the greater prey. The hunt is eternal, sith, Dark Jedi, the Jedi Order..." Asthe door snaps and clears from the jam, the unit steps into a room that looks like it is meant to serve as a dining hall for a dozen. The table crafted of expensive wood with ivory inlays crafted from bleached bones. No repaste has been set, but several decanters bearing expensive liquors with what look like small shapes floating in the soft amber liquids.

"Lo they would come for reasons of their own to prove themselves the greater, carrying with them a great Force for malice or for manipulation. Lo did the agents of the weak arise to strike down the Hunt - to Hunt the Hunters - but it only brought prey, only more trophies..."

The walls surrounding the table bear cabinets, some blocked off, others showing skulls and spinal collumns illuminated by spotlights. Dates, species, and names if applicable on small plaques. The only exit besides the way they've come is on the relative right of the group as they come in.

"You, my friends, are the most dangerous game - but we are the most canny."

Drath, at the back of the trio, keeps his eyes peeled and his rifle at the ready as they make their way into that dining room. <<Impressive enough.>> is acknowledged back to Erisi's words. He can at least admit that, even if he's wrinkling his nose behind that black helmet. Fanning off from the others to make a slow lap around the edge of the room opposite that door, Drath gazes through the displays at the various specimens on display. "Felucia..." is muttered softly as he passes a particularly dangerous looking skull. Pausing a moment, an armored hand comes down to his belt, removing a mini-translator droid with his free hand that he clips to his belt before calling over the comms, <<BB-02, updates?>>

Very nice specimens. Very nice.

With a rending crash, Kylo's lightsaber slams into the nearest display, sending transparisteel flying in a shower of shards and molten globules, the skull inside cut into two smoking pieces. Another crash as he attacks the next, destroying the mount carefully taxidermied and displayed inside. The man in black robes continues down the line, wreaking havoc on the prized trophies one after another. Plaques are cast down. He's too busy with this destructive activity to engage in conversation.

"Is this a museum tour?" Erisi asks as the voice comes over the PA, her thick brows lifting beneath sway of her bangs, confusion rife on those dark features of hers as she does a slow turn, about to ask the question again but then Kylo is smashing everything to pieces, "So ..." A slow nod, Erisi trying to get a sense if there's anyone actually speaking, BUT ..she's fairly convinced this is a museum tour, and begins to follow in Kylos' wake to begin smashing her foot down on various objects. YES. Destruction of property! To the door on the right. Maybe she can smash and still be useful.

<<"Quiet for now, there's something outside. No visual yet.">> the BB droid response twiddles over comms to be translated by Drath's -other- droid.

<<"Nothing in scope, I heard it though...">> Hadrix's voice adds.

"Yes! Yes! A show of spirit! Please we are happy to have something proper to hunt, to flay, we'll put you on a proper display, hands out to hold the weapons you were slain with!" the voice continues as the only door opens leading into a service room, sideboards where servents can prep platters to be brought to the dining hall. Another door directly across is a simple open portal, where a kitchen can be seen beyond. A door on the right stands closed, and a third door, a meter left of the kitchen door, almost crowding the exterior wall.

"The soldier's flesh is too scored for display - but not so much as to ruin consumption... The woman a fine jacket... But you, we may preserve you - set you into the jungle, and make you run. For the Hunt calls for blood, and for prey."

Stormtroopers have, of course, occasionally heard rumors of Lord Ren's casual destruction of inanimate objects for nothing more than amusement, or perhaps anger, or whatever the Supreme Leader gets out of it. Drath gets to witness this today, and after stepping back out of the way of such destruction, his helmeted head turns to gaze at the swath of destruction that the Supreme Leader and Knight Auslese leave behind. It's somewhat intimidating.

Regardless, after a moment of observation the door is opened, and Drath brings his rifle back to bear as he makes his way towards it. <<Stay safe out there Nine-Oh, hard to get in here if whatever is in the forest spots you.>> Hopefully it won't, but we all take risks in the field. Filing into that service room, Drath makes a brief sweep of it, stepping forward towards the portal into the kitchen so he can take a look in there as well. They're a small team, they have to cover a lot of roles.

Evidently satisfied with the number of trophies he's destroyed, Kylo whirls on the door to the next area once Erisi opens it and stomps through into the service room, dragging his lightsaber across random articles of furniture as he goes. "These games are beginning to grate," he announces to the others, his mask scowling darkly. While Drath is peeking in on the kitchen, he's slamming the door on the right open, making near-constant use of his considerable powers.

FWOOOSH. If Erisi can do anything, it's set things on fire. As the voice keeps speaking she lifts her gaze up and raises a brow, reaching up and flicking her fingertips lightly, a crackling hissing pop sounding as she sets them aflame, the wall catching fire next in a ripple outwards from where the speakers recess into the wall, "If they would stop /talking/, perhaps they could give us this promised action instead of blabbering on incessantly with empty promises." Darkly stated, Erisi moving to follow after Kylo through that smashed door he just wrecked open. The fire doesn't spread as of yet, looking like the majority of it might be behind the wall where electronics and the like reside.

FWWAAAAAAAAAAA. Erisi suddenly straigthens up, jaw tensing as she senses something, her inner predator unleashing itself to sniffle at the air around her, "Two hunters, /move/--" Fate would have it that Erisi would in this moment make a move on Draths' soon to be attacker, her hands flying up as she slams her hands forwards. A slight tickle of heat warms the air around Drath, moving beyond him to encapsulate the Dashade, Erisi letting out a feral growl as the man is lit. On. Fyre. Erisi's veins doing their glowy-do, eyes darkening their hazel color to a burnished gold and red striated wonder, the woman dragging her right hand back in a show of making ready to attack again.

The right hand door opens into a simple corridor. Rich rose hued wood walls, with another door that likely goes to wherever else the foyer would have opened too and further down a stairwell leading upwards.

The kitchen is empty, save for food and enticing smells. Or so it would seem as a dashade, a smooth skinned creature with a lamprey like mouth stands from cover, a sonic pistol raised just as he is lit on fire. Screaming as the flames burn within and without. He falls to the ground, screaming and writhing as he is immolated.

From the dining hall a grumbling roar comes and a wookiee leans from cover, firing its bowcaster at Ren, aiming to put the bolt between his shoulder blades.

Upper body twisting suddenly towards the sound and feel of flames nearby, Drath steps back and moves quickly out of the way of the soon to be immolated Dashade, the Trooper moving further away from it as it catches aflame and falls to the floor in agony. It's still alive, but it likely won't be soon enough, that's all the encouragement he needs to turn his attention elsewhere. <<Appreciate it.>> he chirps back over the comms to Erisi.

A wookie! Oh how he loathes wookies. Taking aim at the lumbering sub-human creature, Drath returns fire on the creature that dares to shoot at the Supreme Leader, striking it in the upper body as it leans out of its cover to do so. The bolt strikes hard, burning through thick hair and into the flesh beneath, filling the room with smells of burning wookie to mix with that of burning Dashade and freshly cooked, delicious food. Ew.

This time Kylo senses the bowcaster shot coming.

The blast still packs enough power to blow a full-grown humanoid off its feet, and a small explosion occurs on the far wall when it sails past him to impact elsewhere. The lightsaber in his hand growls with pent-up fury as he turns on the wookiee in the dining hall, stalking forward with the weapon held down at his side. After Drath hits the fur-covered mammoth, he lunges forward, raising his saber in an arc that lops through the wookiee's outstretched arm and bowcaster both. The blade twists above his head, coming back to his side by way of a route through Bruuuughrooough's torso. He stands there watching as his enemy collapses into a smoking, stinking heap of dead flesh and acrid, singed fur.

Thankfully, as Erisi finds herself unable to set the Dashade on fire even MORE, embarassing, really, the man continues to burn, his low throaty cries lifting in the air as she drops her hands to watch him burn, lips pulled to the side as she nods slowly, "I always wanted one of those as my minion." Said with some disappointment as she moves to nudge a foot in against the creatures body after a stride up to it, "Well." Nudge nudge, sidelong glance to the Wookiee taken down by Drath and Kylo, guts and blood pooling away, "Next." Ding.

<<"Movement outside the walls big... six or seven meters at least.">> the rumble of Hadrix's voice over comms, providing overwatch still.

The mingling scents of burned flesh, burning electronics, and plaster filling the air. The voice of the cult leader can be heard, from the hall and even from the kitchens.

"Blessed are they who fall in the hunt! Blessed is the sacrifice! Glory to the hunters and the prey!" the voice rising to a fever pitch.

That wookie trisected in front of him, DRath watches as the great beast falls to the floor in pieces, the sights of his rifle trained on it for a moment longer before they move away. <<That's unfortunate.>> Drath echoes over the comms to Hadrix's statement. <<I'm at a loss, doubt my charges will take out something of that size. Think the plan was to lure whatever it is here in the first place?>> Surely not, there's so many people living in this place. Stepping past the counters in the serving area, Drath takes a moment to slide the door on the outer wall open to take a look out there, assuming of course it's a service entrance of some sort.

The door Drath opens to a stairwell leading down into the dark where the scent of wine cellar and blood comes a waftin'

"Why are they not hunting that thing?" Kylo wonders aloud, immediately tromping past Drath to start heading down the stairwell. No time to waste! There's still people on the PA to kill! "They could have lured it here any time. That prey was more than they could deal with." Quickly deduced, he spends no more time considering the question, intent on reaching the bottom of the stairs. The lightsaber is deactivated in the process so as not to accidentally destroy the stairwell.

"That, or it's dessert and we're going into it's bowl." Erisi states as she slumps her way down the stairs behind Kylo, allowing Drath to go ahead of her if he wishes in a polite and very Knightly way. Reality is the smell wafting in the air smells so much better than the air coming up from below. But ...down she heads anyhow, her steps light and quick, eager to meet whatever is at the bottom.

At the foot of the stair, several massive barrels rest on cross beamed stands. A sickly sweet smell coming from each. The center of the basement stands another, equal sized barrel in a depression just deep enough to keep it from tipping. Several predatory species, sentient and otherwise, are hung from the cieling, 'draining' into the barrel which already seems half full with some sort of pressed berry juice.

On a raised plynth, Hrudu Gobiji chants into microphones while Yussi Fumnbn wails and gibbers in religious ecstasy, nearly on the floor in the throes of her enlightenment.

To either side of them two humans, armed to the teeth.

<<"Movement">> Hadrix's voice, the translator droid, and the BB unit as speak at once and before comms break out a chorus of screams quickly drowned out by the wet hooting screaming sound joining the din.

Drath takes the opening Erisi offers with a faint bob of his head. Being between two force users is an advantage he won't pass up if offered. It's generally pretty safe... Right? Either way, the Trooper heads down the stairwell behind the Supreme Leader, his rifle at the ready and slung down low so that it fires into the wall instead of Kylo's back if it were to accidentally go off.

The basement is even worse than the house upstairs, and behind that helmet the Trooper's nose wrinkles at the sight of it. Rules of engagement can kriff themselves, these people clearly don't deserve it. And so, as soon as Drath steps out behind the Supreme Leady, he'll tug his rifle up and take a shot at the flailing Sullustan. It flies overhead, but that at least lets them know things are about to go down. That counts as a warning shot, right?

It's hard to remember exactly why they're here, other than stomping out the radical cult that they seem to have traced to its source here in this basement, and when he finally sees their targets in the flesh, Kylo's hand lashes out with cruel intent, fingers twisting as if squeezing an invisible sponge. A round one. A grey, round, sponge inside Hrudu's head. The pain is exquisite, and no commands or questions accompany the action, just intense, mind-searing pain.

A quick check of the situation, Erisi openly gaping with wide eyed wonder, "//// DANG ////, what in the sweet tears of Anee Thinters beautiful holonovels is /this/, hahaha. Wow." Hands plant on her hips as she eyes all the hanging and dripping bodies, the writhing woman, the man speaking in tongues and his guards, "Just when you think organics can't get any weirder, here we are, me surprised and so weirded out." A throaty laugh, Kylo's rage matched with her own bemusement, right hand swinging out from her side to set one of the guards alight, "I'd run now, because we are gonna burrrrn you downnnn to the grrroouund." Too singsongy, like a demented princess singing to her monsters, hand raising up in a chop and palm turning upwards as she sends the flames higher around the Faleen, intent on etching from within through muscle, skin and bone.

Hrudu stops talking, stops doing much else besides shrieking now, hands clamped to his head, tube mouth open wide like a little yellowish trumpet. Nearby the faleen is lit aflame, skin glowing like a childs green tinted nightlight as she immolates from within, little holes opening like a wax casing opening to let the light shine out. She raises a blaster carbine, despite the agony of the nightmare she throws herself to the ground, rolling about to put out what flames she is able to.

As the blaster bolt surges towards towards her the Sullustan hits the ground and rolls in a surprising display of skill, a staff she had been shaking swung to remove the head and revealing a spiral screw cut spear head that is hurled towards the Trooper, going between his legs and 'tunking' solidly into the poured duracreet floor.

<<"Ninety One, better tell your droid to get clear...">> Hadrix whispers and even in the basement the wet, hooting, staccato scream and roar from the jungle can be heard alongside a massive explosion and the atonal screech of metal ripping.

<<BB-02, move to a safe distance. Do not enter the house.>> Drath chirps over the comms, receiving a bleep bloop of affirmation before the little ball droid starts to move as instructed. There's a staff hurtling towards him that ends up missing, with the Trooper rolling out of the way and coming up into a kneeling posture as he opens fire towards the Sullustan. He misses once again, the heat of the shots actually felt on her skin with the close distance with which they travel past her head. Regardless, remaining propped up on one knee, he continues to fire at the aliens within.

With a little more space to maneuver, Kylo reignites his saber, lunging forward again to bring it down on the human hunter, depriving his target of the other side of his body with a swing that splits open one of the tuns of wine and sends pungent red liquid spilling out onto the floor, sizzling as it makes contact with superheated flesh. Once he gets into the killing, he doesn't speak, focused on combat alone. With this one down, his stance turns to face the Sullustan, robes trailing in

Fermented juice mingling with blood. An image Erisi will never be able to get out of her brain. Taking a cue from Kylo she'll stop talking, listening instead to the comms in her earpiece, gaze shifting from the Faleen to the Sullustan as Kylo refocuses towards the woman who was prone only moments before. Reaching out again Erisi will try to set the Sullustan on fire, but instead manages to light one of the hanging creatures dangling from the ceiling on fire, likely contributing to it's pain, or to it's sweet release.

Released from the pain, Hrudu drops to one knee at first, phlegm and bile drooling from his flopping tube mouth. Ragged breaths coming before he stands "You! My trophy! I will make you flesh upon my flesh! A mantle of my victory!" both hands shooting forward sending a pair of kukri whirling over one another, honed to an edge that could etch durasteel and aimed for the chest and neck of Kylo Ren.

Yussi is on her feet like a predatory cat, loping across the room at Drath, body bending ike putty to avoid his blaster shots as she leaps up against the side of the room centers barrel, and then pushes off, wrist blades extending from beneath the heels of her palm.

The Faleen lifts her hand, sobbing in agony, sending emerald bolts from her carbine soaring past Erisi's head and shoulder, her vision too blurred to be more effective at the moment.

And then the house above all shakes, sending a rain of plaster powder and blood raining down onto everyone in the basement.

Drath watches the approaching Sullustan, the alien coming at him with murderous intent fairly clear to see. As she nears and lunges at him with those wrist blades, he tucks into another roll, sending him out of the way of the assault and to his feet in the process. Shifting his body, he turns to open fire on the woman, taking a few steps back in the direction she'd been lunging from to place her between him and the stairwell and up into the rest of the building. From which he keeps stepping backwards, and for good reason if those noises are any indicator.

Focused on the Sullustan and not expecting the Rodian to have regained his senses so quickly, Kylo doesn't see the attack coming, and kukris slice into his chest, spilling blood down over his robe to drip into the wine at his feet. He flinches back away momentarily from the blow before coming on even harder than before, lashing out furiously at the Sullustan and splitting its body from the head down to the groin where it falls in two pieces to the floor. The dark warrior whirls away from the corpse as it falls to face the next opponent, stance low, his free hand balling into a fist that beats against his ribcage, fueling the pain and his anger simultaneously.

The sobbing Faleen gets Erisi to pay attention to her again, the maiming of Kylo NEARLY taking all her attention, save for those blaster bolts which zip past her gorgeous (not) locks. With a whip of her head those hazel peepers and a dark scowl alight her features, the sudden rush of adrenaline from nearly being shot focusing Erisi's own vision, teeth gritting as she moves her jaw to the left, standing up straight as she further immolates the Faleen. A jab of her right hand out, palm up, fingers curling into her palm evokes fire from within, cooking the woman from the inside out and killing her near instantly. A small mercy, perhaps.

The house shakes again and there is a rush of wet air, stinking of jungle rot and overgrowth rushes down into the hell basement. <<"That thing is huge... and it walked right through your charges, Ninety One. Tell me when you are making egress - I'll take some shots and hope to live...">>

Alone, without his closest followers, Hrudu charges the Supreme Leader, drawing a vibro sword in one hand and a mono-edged dagger in the other, sweeping and jabbing in the hopes of making a trophy of the man.

The house rumbles and there is a sound of timbers creaking and snapping before the combined breaking of bones and transparisteel.

Drath watches as the Supreme Leader takes an actual hit, perhaps the first time he's ever seen it happen in the field! That Sullustan is taken care of in short order, the Trooper watching as what remains of her body slumps to the ground in front of him where she'd likely been planning to attack him again. The only one close by now is the Rodian, and as such Drath turns his weapon in that direction, opening fire on the cult leader and once again missing by /just/ that much. <<Copy, Nine-Oh. BB-02, move back out of the compound and keep watch.>> Commands chirped over the comms, his rifle is kept trained as the battle continues.

Once again, this time, Kylo is ready, and when the Rodian comes at him with the vibro sword, his lightsaber chops through the blade at the hilt and spins to remove the hand that holds the dagger. Then he pushes his weapon forward, shoving one of the side-blade quillions into the Rodian cult leader's chest, dragging it quickly across in a rough echo of the bleeding wound on his own. When his enemy collapses, he straightens up again, giving his ribs another pound with the the side of his fist. "We need to go."

Erisi reaches behind her head to pull up her hood as the water comes cascading down, avoiding some, but not all of the detrius befalling them. The death of the Rodian is caught in the corner of her eye as she whips around to head back to the stairs. Robes are hefted up around her feed and she hustles as hard as she can to try and escape the cult house, "Plus the place is probably gonna burn down ..let's not be in it." Said in addition to Kylo's 'we need to go', more urgency in her voice for the fire than the big creature. Fire isn't sentient. Big beastie is ..sorta. Maybe.

Above in the houe proper it sounds like pandemonium. Walls are being smashed and heavy footsteps threaten the cieling the basement, causing timbers to bend and others to crack.

As Kylo leads them up the stairs there are sounds of a partial collapse, and above there is a scream unmistakable for anything other than someone caught in their hiding place. The squeel of terror is drowned out by the warbling hoot scream which cuts itself off, replaced by wet crunching.

The serving room still stands, but the dining hall is a jumble of broken wall and cieling. Through the hallway door, much of the wall dividing it from the foyer is gone and the rubbery, wet, skin of the creature is visible. From the tree-line, a lone bolt slams into the creature, the blackened wound burning unnaturally as the radio clicks in.

<<"Took a shot, distraction operations.">>

Following up the stairs back to the first floor of the home, Drath keeps his weapon close, at least having gotten a hit via proxy with those demolitions he'd set up for just this occasion. Seems his hunch was correct! Hopefully BB-02 has made it to safety by now, and as the trio arise from the stairwell and into the partially destroyed house, Drath takes a note of his surroundings as quickly as possible. Raising his rifle, the Trooper opens fire on the wounded Ghest, shooting over its back and landing a score on the cargo container across the way from it as he does so.

As they reemerge back onto the ground floor and see the creature hulking inside the building, Kylo lashes out with the Force, the atmosphere around him compacting and smashing the monstrosity's body down to the flooring with an audible impact. "Kill it!" Everything out here was dead as soon as he got cut open, and he's still pounding the flat of his wrist against his belt, leaving a trail of blood everywhere he goes.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-" Erisi's voice suddenly catches in her throat as she gasps, seeing the destruction upstairs and the creature that caused it, her hands going up as her sleeves drift down to around her elbows as fingers splay, Kylo's attack on the beast and his own attempt at deadening his pain from the wound, "HEY - Hey, HEY." Erisi is AWFUL when it comes to sweet talking her way around really anything in a meaningful way. She's too awkward, too weird at times to really get her point across, her words soon coming out as growling gutteral like intonations, no actual words, hisses interspering throughout and clicks of her teeth, speaking to the creature. Is she emphasizing on the right points? Her upper lip is sucked in and bitten down on, bottom teeth peeking out underbite like, Erisi raising her hands up and steeling to attack the beast, waiting for a response, veins priming with that familiar glow as she calls upon the force in readiness. Man. She's so much cooler in binary, "If it runs, we run - if not .." Well, Kylo did say kill it.

Smashed to the floor, which creaks and sags beneath it, the Ghest snarls and hoot-screams fighting against the invisible weight pushing it down before its serpentine form twists and then surges, lipless, tooth filled maw snapping open and closed as it charges the one who spoke like it, but wasnt like it Phlegmy spray misting over the first order team even as Hadrix's next sniper shot hits home, another spot of flame lighting up over it's flesh.

Erisi's flame illuminates its cartelginous skeletal structure, organs, and turns its pupiless eyes into blazing orbs before bursting like overripe pods. The ghest screams, an almost sentient sound, flames cutting off sound suddenly before erupting from its mouth in a spray akin to a volcanic eruption, setting the mansion ablaze before it poleaxes over backwards, overbalancing on its tail, spine bending and head slamming into a section of wall, jaws gaped as it finally goes still.

<<"Overwatch, Ninety-One. Gripper is above the canopy, relaying for drop teams to finish up here. Pickup is at the drop point.">>

A relief team, now that the Vanguard, Knights, and Supreme Leader himself have finished the heavy lifting.