Log:Kilian Blitz: United Front

A final stand for the Kilian Forces in Firelight.

OOC Date: Jan. 17, 2022
Location: Firelight City, Kilia IV
Participants: Ban Iskender, Nora Frayus, Hadrix Kora, Sorin Endesea, Sana Ryder NPC, Kiko Alde NPC, Aryn Cortess

The battle began six hours ago.

Firelight's districts have begun to fall one by one as saurian invaders press their advantage of superior technology and ferocious might against the defense legions. Every district has served their purpose, bleeding the invaders in ways they cannot recover from, and forcing them to double back each time to find a new route to the center of the massive stone city.

Fire, explosions, and the sound of battle fill the air of this large cavern making the haunting screams intimidate the forces who held their line at the palace. The finest warriors from Prince Vah's Legion of the Deep stand behind shields and form a wall at the last courtyard. Prince Vah was last seen leading a battle group into the city, and has not been seen since. The King stands by Aryn Cortess' party at the courtyard and beneath the shadow of the Tantive IV. Massive blaster cannons have been mounted atop the corvette with energy barriers to protect the gunnery crews. All that remains is this last defense.

Stragglers from the battles taking place in the city crest the steps to the courtyard and are allowed by the shield wall. They look battered and broken. Some speak of imminent defeat, others intuit the Prince fell in battle; all voices point toward no hope. Imperium forces are on the move now, and their march can be heard to the beat of war drums.

The King of Kilia IV draws his sword. "WARRIORS OF THE DEEP!" He cries out, and a chorus of shields slam into the stone, twisting to form the wall. "LONG HAS OUR FINAL DAY LOOMED ABOVE LIKE A DARK STORM! TODAY, WE DEFY GODS. LET THE STORM COME AND MEET YOUR SHIELDS. LET THE WIND BLOW UNTIL YOU STEAL ITS BREATH WITH A LANCE! LET THE THUNDER ROLL TILL YOU CUT OFF ITS BOOMING LEGS! WE ARE ALL THAT STAND AGAINST ANNIHILATION. DRAW YOUR SWORDS, YOUR PIKES, YOUR STEEL.. SOMEONE DIES THIS DAY, LET IT NOT BE US!"

Aryn, who stands with what's left of the nobility of Kilia IV, unhooks her lightsaber and closes her eyes against the thunderous sound of the impending war drums.

Ban Iskender draws a long, slow breath through the nose, no stranger to gallant last stands on seemingly doomed worlds. "This time, I daresay the foe shall find a more final surprise," he muses, briefly regarding the blaster cannon crews, before setting a gauntleted hand to the elaborate swept hilt of his saber, igniting the vibrant green sword with a thrumming screech.

And so it had come to this. Sorin stands within Aryn's gathered party, a grim look shared with those others present. His armor remains scored and battered from previous efforts within these caverns and beyond, though is sound. An attempt to clean it has, at least, been made, though in places the effort managed little more than to smear the grime it had accumulated. When he shifts, even with that power armored servo-assist there's a tell of injuries mostly - yet not completely - healed. Not quite a limp, but the sign is there of a wound to the leg.

Ban's solemn observation draws a side-long glance, and a nod. "This foe doesn't learn very quickly. But they will learn." The Lady Kiko, standing just there, receives a glance as well, as if some manner of instruction had already been shared with the Ssi-ruuk at her side. Because it had. The knight's sword is drawn free, a light ring singing out as the crystalline blade is bared.

Nora Frayus' fingertips tingle with the adrenaline of the impending fight. There's a very real, tangible exhilaration that rolls up her spine from the tip of her tailbone to the root of her skull. She exhales, turning to look towards Ban, and then to Aryn, before gazing out towards the rest of the party that stands beside her. Her fingertips flick between the stunsaber and the House Frayus rapier at her hip. She elects for the latter, drawing the blade with a sharp sound that -sings- as the metal resonates in the air.

"Indeed, Lord Iskander," she says, giving that blade a few familiar swings in the air before resting it, tip down, against the ground. Her free hand pulls behind her back and she pushes her chest out, listening to the thump of shields and the roar of warriors all around her.

"It will be a lesson they will not soon forget," Nora says.

"The ones that survive, that is," she adds.

A fresh drum of duranium bolts locked in place and igniter spheres humming, Hadrix is crouched on his hunkers, running a final check on the modified ironsight mounted over the belled wroshyyyr that the muzzle of the massive cannon like a bayonette of ancient, and some more rustic, worlds. Helmet on and targeting visor flicked down over the right branch of his visor,

<"Talk of final days and standing against it."> no derision but the Coruscanti lilted gravel seems a touch jaded to the notion before he draws back a slide bolt to load a quarrel into the pressurizer chamber, <"How about we just pirunir sur'haaise..." make their eyes water. Shoulders rolling and rising up like some monolith to his full height, krayt scale cape to one side of the nozzles of his jetpack and Gripper hovering at his side.

<"Think I'm going to get a new jacket today."> another switch is pressed and the pressurizer modifications engage with a hrung-keEEN.

The saurians appear, their finest warriors towering at an easy 7ft, red scaled and wearing armor over long snouts while smaller arms hold guns. Kiko sees the large battle group cresting the stairs and has a moment of fear, one foot stepping back with indecision as a hand comes up to touch her shoulder. Looking down the line where her friends are, she measures a long breath and commits to the cause, swinging around a shotgun which she properly racks to charge. She affords Ser Soren a nod in return, then looks ahead. Death or victory.. again.

Sana laughs out loud. The laughter is heard over the war drums. <"This? These are the storm clouds looming over our heads. HAAAAAAhahaha!"> The twin screams of two beskad draw out from her back, the Mando-steel ringing out as they exited their holding rings. <"I've rekked things more intimidating."> Her jetpack fires up, and the Red Wolf hovers beside Hadrix, laughing still. <"Many coats will be made this day, Commander Kora. I'll see to it.."> Sana shrugs, and growls, <"..personally.">

Aryn steps out from her group and motions to her ship commander. "What are you waiting for, Captain? OPEN FIRE!"

Gunnery stations begin to light up the courtyard as massive bolts of green and blue cross the distance, discharging at the rapid rate. Three gunnery stations communicate in intervals, allowing rotary cannons to cool while the next station picks up the burst. 'Talking guns' with interlocking lateral limits allow for a full scope of automatic defense. The saurians are hit hard, picked apart by the heavy lances.

Then things changed. Jetpacking Ssi-Ruuk leap up from their back ranks and sail over the shield wall and Legion of the Deep to land inside the laser defense zone. Chaos breaks out from the rear as some 20 shocktroopers begin hacking and slashing. "GO.. TO THE DEFENSE OF OUR REAR FLANK!" Aryn cries out, encouraging her team to move whilst she stays with the Kilian King. He must live!

Ban Iskender sniffs in brief, restrained amusement at the comments of his fellows. "An interesting exercise in philosophy: need one live long enough to show correction for a lesson to be learned, or is the instant of mortality a sufficiently illuminating experience?" The rhetorical question posed, the enemy draws into sight, Ban's emerald blade is raised in a humming salute, Sana's explicit commentary draws a deadpan, "Elegantly put, madam," before jetpacks and blasters roar to life. The swordsman turns to address those who have vaulted the shield wall, swiftly striking down a pair of the reptilian invaders.

The clean, neat chatter of those heavy cannons is interrupted and becomes less clean, less neat, and more sporadic as the Ssi-rook shocktroopers begin their assault.

The quips of those nearest draws a quirked smile from within Sorin's helmet, though he says nothing. Spirits are high, despite their waning fortunes within the greater battle. Orders to assist are unnecessary as Sorin has already spun to face a red-scaled Ssi-ruuk whose descent had planted him a mere handful of meters away. The knight rushes, servos lightly whirring in compliance, and two brutal hacks later the reptilian invader is laying within a pool of his own rapidly spreading fluids.

Lady Nora turns her head up and closes her eyes, hearing the whirring sounds and smelling the superheated plasma of those mounted blasters as they begin to rip through the air. A slow shiver runs up her spine. The blasts are percussive, providing a sort of rhythm to a different sort of melody. A soft smile touches her lips and she turns to look to Ban. "How thought-provoking. Let us hope we do not learn the answer for ourselves, so that we might debate such over brandy," she says. And she steps, advancing towards the jet-packing warriors while dragging the tip of her sword along the ground. Step, two three.

"And just which one of you will be my partner, mmmmh?" she wonders out loud, and her answer is met immediately when one of them charges. "Aha," she says, bowing her head.

Her first swing strikes true, wounding the charging beast. Her second two swing in the air just ahead of him.

<"I want one of those jetpacks."> "Unless it doesn't have missiles?" Gripper quips even while Hadrix is pivoting and swinging the massive wookiee rifle up to seat against the beskar of his right shoulder - where a groove has been worked to fit more snugly. The handiwork of a certain redhead whose seen that gun at work too many times not to make the modification. <"Sana you keep saying such things to me and Nar'ika will think you're trying to seduce me."> there's a grin in the voice and the long gun begins keening a sonorous whumWhumWHumWHUmWHUM. Sighting and resting the cheekguard of his helmet against the heavy wood of the stock, lining up the flip-down visor to the reflex sight, there's a slow breath hot-micing over the big man's external speakers.

Then a star is born, crossing the distance in a blink to vaporize one of the red scaled saurians from the left shoulder down to its hip, blasting it to its right and sending it skidding, leaving a fantail of ichor behind it. Hadrix, braced as he is, is still shoved back a half meter - metal clad boots digging furrows and then he steps into the next shot. A head bursts like a melon with a grenade inside, putting guts and blood into the eyes of fellows trying to draw a bead on the ones repelling the attack.

"I still say that gun is a bit much." <"File it under things I want made into paper for the 'fresher stall, Gripper."> "Rude."

The battle is utter chaos. The front shields are holding against an insane amount of incoming fire whilst the cannons atop the Tantive IV continue their bombardment of the advancing Saurian ranks. It's a blood bath, but the Saurians are adjusting their tactics. More and more are taking to the air to join their brothers in battle against the rear flank of the Kilians. Meanwhile, the Saurian front flank is being held back, obliterated.

The shocktroopers that land are a mixture of melee and ranged combat, flooding the area around the Kilian King with laser blasts that Aryn promptly repels with her lightsaber. The king is safe for now, but she will not leave his side.

Kiko Alde stays with Ser Sorin, stepping to one side to point-blank BLAST one of the Ssi-Ruuk with her shotgun. The spreadshot blows their carcass into pieces just as she's racking and ejecting the orange hot steaming spent tibanna cartridge. "One down!" She says chipper like, moving with Ser Sorin to help keep him covered.

Sana's jetpack deactivates and she lands beside the noble Nora Frayus. Moving at a brisk pace, she cuts into the 'dance' with a heavy swing of one beskad, cutting the Saurian's snout clean off and showering herself in its blood. Her cape rustles as she twists, slamming her offhanded sword on the arm of another target, removing their hand, before slamming her other sword beneath their chin for a satisfying stab that emerges from the top of their head. The Mandalorian kicks the creature from her blade, its carrion thundering to the ground ahead of her before she's taken to jogging into the next fight.

More saurians land at the rear, raising the 12 back to 20 shocktroopers. Thanks to the success of the cannons, the King issues the order for the Legion to advance. The Captain of the Tantive IV is given word, and the repulsorlifts beneath the corvette begin to issue a heated hiss, lifting the massive vessel up and increasing the range of the cannons to fire DOWN the stairs toward the battered forces of the Imperium. With no other fall back position within the city, the only way is back. And back is precisely where the Legion wants them to go! Morale is high!

Ban Iskender moves through the chaotic melee with smooth, purposeful steps, interspersed with sharp motions as parries carry through into lunges, cuts, and ripostes. The armored Jedi strikes down a further pair of the attackers, thinning the red tide as best he may

Sorin and Kiko are their own miniature front, a shield wall sans shields as the Ssi-ruuk before them are cleaved and pulped by sword and shotgun. <"You make me wonder..."> Sorin's words are interrupted as another shocktrooper whirls and snaps at the pair. He grunts alongside a downstroke that is deflected by an armored vambrace. <"If I should..."> Another strained grunt as that cerulean blade is brought down in a hammer-blow that missed, cutting through empty air. <"Use one of those,"> he finishes, stepping back in line with Lady Alde and sizing up his opponent anew, who has proven more nimble than he'd expected.

Nora steps to the right when Sana comes jetpacking down, twirling on her heel and drawing her blade across her body in a back-handed pirouette motion. That blade sings in the air with the fluid motion and slashes across her partner's face and between his eyes, sending him reeling. He's somehow able to evade the following slash and thrust that sees Nora laughing with some glee. Her steps sweep around Sana as the warrior woman slashes at her target, but each of those steps brings her closer to her enemy.

"I am impressed. My last partners died like dogs, but you? Much more difficult to put down," she sing-songs.

Leaning into the weaponsfire that comes his way, Hadrix turns to let one rattle off of his left shoulder pauldron before he drops forward beneath another. Landing on one shoulder and rolling forward as if he'd never stopped walking, <"Oh good. More!"> sounding genuinely pleased by the notion and getting a -look- from the droid that is keeping up with him,

"Oh no." <"Yep."> a third blast is evaded with a twisting spin akin to those that might have normally been spied on stage or nobles court. The big man begins running with the droid close behind him. The shot goes off at close range into the chest of a saurian with the effect of blasting most of the creature's torso out of the smoking crater that used to be its back, leaving red hot glowing bones to frame the hole.

Any intention to get further into the mix nullified when the recoil of the cannon quite literally shoved Plan Besh backwards almost a full two meters, with laughter bursting from his vocalizers and the bolt pulled again, a toggle that has re-set flicked back to position and more duranium settling in place for a nice tibanna plasma bath.

<"Come on you lizards! FIGHT ME"> slamming a fist against his chest when he begins stalking forward again.

The fighting continues on two fronts. Loyal guardians of the King fend off the invaders attempting to lop the head of the defense off while the Legion has begun to descend the stairs, shields holding and beginning to batter from the constant fire from the Saurians. Above, the Tantive IV has achieved height and vantage, with gun crews making use of magnetic styled boots and bolted down gunneries, firing until TWO of the stations are overheated. They begin the process of getting the guns back in order, doing everything they can to get the turrets back online. Meanwhile, one gunner station is all that can fire, which means the Saurians finally charge the shields and begin a terrible melee. The front rank of the Kilians begins to fall after one Saurian leapt 15ft in the air and landed atop a defender, biting onto their head and literally eating their face. Other Saurians began to follow, leaping in and using their size to terrify the soldiers. Some begin to break ranks, unable to will remaining there to be eaten alive.

"HOLD!" Screams the King atop his steed, watching as Aryn squares off with three Saurians near him, repelling all shots with succinct swings but unable to return any sort of punishment in retaliation. She looks tired, and pauses as she squares off, to release her cape and hold her lightsaber with both hands, shoulders rising and falling in exhaustion.

Ban Iskender continues his mortal movement through the field, striking down a trio of saurians with a lunge into cut, followed by a sweeping slash. He ends near Nora, reflexively turning aside a pair of blasts with deft parries, half cape stirring with his motion, lacking any wind.

The Ssi-ruuk line behind the shield wall is pressed by the defense, and the Kiko-and-Sorin element of that defense continues to blunt that part of the saurian assault most near them. Side by side, each covering for the other, Sorin sees the sweep of the Lady Alde's shotgun away and to the right just as one of the reptilian beasts leaps at her.

A brutal looking energy lance in hand, the Ssi-Ruuk's attack is blunted by a turn of the knight of Endesea's armored shoulder. The lance slides harmlessly off the rounded pauldron, a shock discharging, but it is held back and stabbed forward once again. The tip of the blade arcs with newly forming energy and it scraped hard against that join of helmet and the durasteel plate that forms a psuedi-gorget. The energy discharges, and manages to penetrate into Sorin's helmet just as his own sword slips through the Ssi-ruuk's midsection in a killing sheathing. A momentary cry escapes, though it's squelched as the Alderaanian fights back the shock of electrically induced pain. <"I'm alright,"> he manages to get out, for Kiko's benefit, though a paint makes it clear his breath had been stolen.

The sound of combat reaches a crescendo. Someone's face is getting eaten. Hadrix is sprinting into the fold, screaming at the top of his lungs, and inadvertantly dropping the saurian soldier Nora had been in lockstep with since the beginning of their engagement. This is a shame, because those blue eyes were beginning to look quite menacing, and a tiny bit of her did want the satisfaction of finality with this one. He was just so... lively.

Her eyes catch a soldier charging towards Sana, and Nora fans her leg out to her right, spinning around the warrior woman's back and drawing her blade across her body again. The creature narrowly evades, but is distracted by the motion long enough that the two followup strikes hit in rapid succession. The first draws the flat of her blade down across its cheek in a slapping motion.

--crack--

The second is a back-handed cut through the neck that Lady Nora needs the assistance of her second hand to cleave the rest of the way through.

"My lady," she says in acknowledgement to Sana, and turns to look towards where the King and Aryn Cortess are held in that defensive position.

Her sword still drawn, she begins to slowly step backwards towards the Princess and the King, intent on coming between any remaining Saurians that might attempt to close the distance.

"Had to call them Lizards..."

The Big Man is right at home, twisting clear of one shot and raising his arm to take a strike from a blade on the couter of his left arm in a scream of sparks, still laughing despite the sound something akin to a marriage of a canine chuffing and an old man's rasps cutting through the thick of it,

<<"Aryn - do you need frontline support?">> mirth choked words over comms before another blazing green commit is belched by the long rifle, skimming over a Ssi-Ruuk's shoulder and singeing armor and Hadrix is bashed into with a shoulder charge that puts him airborne and bounced again by a close range blaster cannon shot that burns the paint of his chest armor to the gleaming silvery metal beneath. Sliding and bracing himself against where he lay only for the shot to scream between arm and armored side of another just before he is bringing his arms up like a boxer to deflect saurian weapons that shove him further along.

Still laughing.

Still with Gripper above and desperately avoiding attacks herself while she berates, "YOU HAD TO CALL THEM LIZARDS YOU CRAZY SON OF A BITCH!"

He's still laughing.

The lines beginning to fail, it falls to the gunners on the Tantive IV to restore morale. It comes back with the sudden hum of automatic blaster fire, blue and green bolts pouring back down at an angle. The relief is so well received that the Legion cheers when they witness the blaster fire pick apart the terrorizing Saurians in their ranks, and begin harassing those of the 'new' front rank of the invaders. It's brutal, and the defenders take advantage of this, slamming fresh shields down and advancing down the stairs to PUSH the invaders back OUT!

Kiko moves bravely in front of Ser Sorin as he is left to recover from the shock and lack of oxygen, the first foe to cross her path is blown into pieces, collapsing to the ground /twice/. She clears the breach with a charging pump of the weapon and stays in front of Sorin to safeguard the Knight until he is well and breathing fully again.

Sana, who is near to Lady Nora, is seen taking a slight blow across her helmet, but the action only sent her into a spin. She cuts across with an offhand slash, missing but following it up with a second. The cut is devastating, though, driving her foe to the ground. Sana is struck then by a tail, but instead of flying back, she hung onto it, losing a beskad in the process. She might have responded to the pink-haired noble, but now it looked like Sana was going to try to domesticate and break in a Saurian, who was bucking and screaming in an attempt to get the wily Mandalorian off its massive tail. <"WWWWWwwwwwwOOOOOOOooooooOOOOOoooooOOOO!"> Is the noise Sana makes as she's whipped back and forth, her cape snapping loudly.

Aryn is in the fight of her life against three of the red soldier Ssi-Ruuk. Dancing to one side, she cuts through the weapon and beast, before gracefully spinning to catch another along the side of their face. The strike was an exhausting one, yielding a result she felt terrible about. "..Sorry!" She says to the fallen warrior, the distraction enough to make her miss the third. <<"I.. am still.. alive!">> Aryn says over comms, protecting the King and squaring off with her final foe.

As the corvette-mounted batteries switch in and out of operation, Ban walks down three of the last Ssi-Ruuk, knocking aside a blaster bolt with an ease that approaches disdain, slashing downward through blaster and torso of one, lunging into a deadly thrust on a second, before slashing at a third, who dodges backward to safety, however short lived that safety might prove to be...

It took Sorin longer than he'd hoped to recover, his breath not the only thing taken but his presence in the moment as well. He'd not truly been /alright/, but Kiko's brave stand in his defense draws his gaze, helmet turning to view her in a slow-motion moment, as he draws yet deeper breath.

He stands, and with a renewed grip upon that cerulean sword of Endesea, he resumes his place at the Lady Alde's side. Just in time for one of the final few saurian shocktroopers to find them, and charge. A ghastly roar is let loose, the Ssi'ruuk's maw finally snapping closed with a snarl. Sorin braces himself and steps forward, between beast and Kiko - even if she had not been his target, she was there and he returns the favor.

A cut into its side draws a snapping snarl, but the light behind those beady reptilian eyes is drained completely once Sorin cleaves a valley into its neck. The knight pants, sword held low, and scans for more. There are none. <"Thank you,"> he finally says, Kiko receiving a long glance. <"You make a habit of saving me,"> he adds, the smile evident by subtone.

Lady Nora's slow backpedaling towards Aryn ceases when she watches Her Highness effortlessly carve her way through two of the soldiers and then -apologize- to one. "Ha," Nora laughs, and that laughter only intensifies when she sees Sana struck with the tail and cling onto it, 'woooooooooooo'ing in excitement as she's flung about. Their ranks breaking, Nora has little effort approaching that creature and plunging her blade through its stomach. She -had- meant to put the thing down and, while it howls in pain, its erratic swinging in an attempt to shake off Sana sees Nora struggle to maintain control of her blade. Instead of beautifully twisting, twirling, and executing the creature, she is simply carried back and forth while attempting to wrestle the blade from its belly.

"My Lady if you... would please take control of your steed," she says, struggling as she's dragged back and forth with each swing of its tail. "This blade is an -heirloom- and I would very much like to retrieve it from its--" --shlck--

Nora rips the blade from its belly and stammers back, landing on her butt with an unceremonious -oomph-. She's got the sword, though!

Still skidding along, Clan Kora's Plan Besh makes an attempt to right himself, only to put his foot wrong and go down with a rattling clanging clatter of plates on metal, kicked in the side and rolling long on a merry ride. Skittering further from the main contest on inertia alone before his elbow slams down and with his rolling motion is kicked up enough to tuck his legs beneath him and get himself stable, finally.

SHOOOONK - the blast catches the nearest reptilian low in the stomach, melting armor and sending the white hot metal rod in to burst with the conflicting, cooler, temperatures within. Enough force there to kick it upwards and smash it down on its snout with the lopsided moment of either half of its body turning its charge into an abbreviated summersault ending in the crack of broken vertebrae.

<<"Say the word, if you need. Ori'Sana - hows it looking?>> he's managed to shake off the heavy recoil of the personal cannon, but not enough for the accuracy he needs - a skipping plasma comet sent bouncing along before detonating in a shower of emerald sparks.

<"HHHHaaaaaAAAAnnNNNnnnG OOOOooOOOOooNNN!"> Sana calls back to the pink-haired noble before the rocketpack comes to life and Sana crawls up the back of the beast only to stab once and bring it down, shortly after Nora has omph'd onto her back side. The second meaty cleave is for good measure and delivered on the fall down. The Saurian, the Mandalorian, and any hope of domesticating this giant lizard lands in a thunderous bass. Sana strikes again, but it delivers no further damage. It was already dead, Sana. So she rises up and calls her discarded beskad back to her hand by way of magnetic implant. Bloody, and dripping in gore, the Red Wolf offered a free arm to help hoist Nora back to her dainty feet. <"Satisfied?"> Was all Sana asked, a smile evident.

Kiko nods to Sorin, and shoulders her shotgun. She plucks fresh cartridges and feeds them into the weapon. "Try not to make a habit of needing to be saved, my Lord. Sometimes.. " She racks the weapon to prime it and smiles, "..I miss."

Aryn steps into a stab just as her final foe intended to charge. She slides across the stone impaling her foe in a decisive killing stroke, then withdrew the weapon when gravity took the creature from her. Looking exhausted, she recalls the blade to its hilt and moves back toward the King who has stopped at the top of the stairway to watch as the Legion has continued its advance out of the massive cavern and cave. Cannons from the Tantive IV begin to burn out, leaving the freshly recovered gun to fire; then.. something else happens.

More laser fire from the front entrance triggers a massive explosion, and the sound of human cries announce the arrival of Prince Vah, his fresh battalion reinforced by the armored New Republic soldiers carrying heavy blaster cannons. The Saurian Imperium forces are caught between two major forces and begin to reap what was coming to them.

General Cara Dune had arrived.

Ban Iskender's green eyes narrow at the detonations behind the foe, followed by a tight near smile and short nod as the New Republic armor arrives. "Shoddy tactics from our foe: one must always secure the rear." A black brow arches as Sana and Nora wrestle with the large tail until at last ending it. "Quite literally, in some cases. Onward unto the end, where final lessons are learned."

A hint of a laugh escapes, vocoded or not it's quintissentially Sorin. An armored gauntless finds Kiko's shoulder. "I shall work on that, my Lady. Wisdom earned."

Before he can say any more, however, that massive explosion draws his gaze in a sharp traversal of helmet. Cara Duuuuuuuuune has arrived, with loud noises and bright lights. This fight nears its conclusion, and Sorin looks to the Lady standing beside him once again. "Shall we? The last dance appears to be upon us."

And with that, Lord and Lady, Endesea and Alde in that united front, move to participate in this battle's last action. Sword and shotgun, quite the combination.

"Immensely," Nora Frayus says, taking the offered arm and using it to lift herself back onto her dainty feet. The young jedi checks her backside, her soft linen tunic-turned dress somehow managing to remain pristine despite her tumble. Her blade is drawn to her gloves -- ornate and beautiful things, white with little red flowers weaving throughout the fabric. She tucks the blade into the bend at her elbow and draws it slowly back, opting to dirty those pretty gloves with blood than allowing it to remain on the blade. The red rubs away to reveal 'FRAYVS' ornately scrawled towards the hilt.

The sound of Prince Vah's arriving troops draws Nora's attention, and a smile drifts over those blood red lips. She lets out a long, warm breath through her lips. "It was an honor to dance with you," she says. She isn't looking at the woman's face but, as Sana's smile was certain in her voice, Nora's eyes are certainly looking into her own.

Nora turns towards the rest of them, moving to reunite and move with the party as one.

"And such a lovely tune, Lord Endesea!" Nora exclaims, stepping daintily and giving an amused little twirl as she walks.

Allotted time to stand and brush at his chest with one hand, helmet turning to survey the immediate vicinity; targeting visor flicking up to 'radio whip' position over his helmet. All quiet in his immediate vicinity and long rifle held in a lowered ready position,

<"Hell, about time, eh Ban?"> they've been in battlefields enough, and he doesn't give a kowakian monkey-shavit about the titles and decorum right now, moving alongside the Alderaanian noble with a stiff muscle induced 'swagger'; a short term souvenir of his journey between the feet, fists, blades and blast weapons across the battlefield, <"Though I wouldn't mind another one of those...">

Looking towards the defenders and their shields, specifically those portable aegis before the notion of seeing if the Prince and King might be looking to hire out mercenaries to continue driving the reptiles from their world.