Log:Knights of Ren: Gift with Purchase

The Knights and their allied forces move to take control of the supply depot at the Nadiri Dockyards.

OOC Date: April 27, 2021
Location: Ringali
Participants: B'haav Adasta as KN-473, Errod Zand, Shivan, Trip as SK-743, Tamsin Cas as Self/GM, Tarq Najjic, Knights of Ren, First Order, Sith

[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]

In the push to wrest control of the Ringali Nebula from the New Republic, it was not enough to lay claim to the dockyards. Ships would not build themselves, and supplies, in the quantity that the First Order require, did not come easily or cheaply. And so, the Knights of Ren had taken up the task of seizing control of the supply depots which fed the shipbuilding machine.

The Night Buzzard had led a small flotilla of ships which, breaking away from the main body of the allied ships, made landing at a tarmac not far from the central hub of the supply chain. The landing was far enough from the depot that it did not immediately trigger the automated security systems which were presumed to remain in place, but not so far that the distance could not be covered at speed. The reconnaissance sweep which they had been afforded on the approach revealed the presence of droid security troops patrolling through the rat's warren of warehouses and outbuildings that spread out from the central building like an urban maze.

The route to the main building had been sent to the forces, the troopers spreading out to engage the droids, and by so doing, to allow for the Knights to make an easier approach to the main control hub. The road ahead was surprisingly clear, with no interference in sight. The streets and alleys which lead off from the main approach like spokes were...less visibly clear.

Tamsin Cas, who had kept to her medical bay for the flight over on the Night Buzzard, stepped down from the ship proper, moving to stand with a small cluster of Knight-aligned troopers who were preparing to move out towards their objective. Robed, helmeted, masked, with the hilt of her weapon in hand, the blade igniting as she stepped down onto the tarmac. "I am ready to proceed."

[ Shivan (Shiv)]

Apparently Shivan was representing the Sith in things. The black robed and masked figure is standing in front of a group of crimson armored troopers and giving some notes. Mainly to not be a dickhead to any of the Knights or the alabaster armored stormtroopers. After that was done, the woman had turned to view the rest of the people that were gathered. Her yellow gaze flicks over a few of them and she gives a nod of greeting to Tamsin when she's ready to go. Shivan was generally quiet, so her not saying anything wasn't out of the ordinary with things. She was just prepared to get into things.

[ Errod Zand (EZ)]

Reclusive and enigmatic in the best of times, the Knights of Ren's resident raincloud emerges from the bay of the Night Buzzard. Dressed all in black and shades of grey, Errod Zand surveys the path ahead from the top of the ramp before proceeding down it in Tamsin's wake. His wild mane of frizzy greying hair is pulled back in an unkempt ponytail and a cig is tucked in the corner of his lips beneath the upside-down horseshoe of his mustache. Tired eyes, rimmed in red, stare forward as he moves in that direction.

In a voice like a string of cans being dragged down a gravel road, he rasps, "Behold, the machinery of war. The great collision of will against will, the wrestling of chaos into order. The pruning of the garden of its unruly weeds and wasted shoots. Only these are not stems we harvest. This is no chaff we thresh." He stares off into the distance, taking a long drag from his cig and puffing out smoke as he casts it aside, reaching for the chain-whip on his back and freeing it of its shackles. "It's Atunda. On Atundas, I drink. Let's get this over with."

[ Tarq Najjic (T)]

A step behind and to the left of Tamsin, another Knight descends the ramp. Black silk shirt, vertical slits revealing violet armor beneath, and shimmering black linen pants slide into black nerf hide boots with silver button closures. Behind him drapes a split black velvet cape with iridescent embroidery. "Is - showtime! Tarq Najjic has /waited/ for this."

He raises a hand beneath his cape's harness and pulls down his ornate bronze and chromium lightsaber staff. When he flips the switch, he activates only one side, a crimson blade extending to hum its own eager menace at the New Republic defenses. "Path is clear, for ways." He sounds almost disappointed. He has been with Sebek too much. "Watch for traps," he warns in a louder voice, to all the troopers in addition to his allies and fellows.

[ B'haav Adasta (Bav)]

KN-473 stands still enough to perhaps seem a statue. But then, such is the training of a Stormtrooper, and he is one such. Living for combat, and to serve, he stands behind the Knights, in file with the other troopers though neither in the rear or the front of the troop. The first movement that belies his armor not to have been placed on some invisible rack is the minute turn of the plastoid helm to the left and the right as KN-473's eyes scanned the area for any threat. Until he spied any, his life was to serve and protect. And, if necessary, throw away.

Slowly, his fingers tighten around the grip of his F-11D as he listens to the speech of Errod Zand. Finally an order comes from Tarq Najjic and he stamps his right foot in not-so-silent acknowledgment. Standing still was the hardest skill for KN-473 to master, and it remained less-than-a-specialty.

[ Trip (Tri)]

A trooper to join the mix was hardly anything of note. Red armor, nice weaponry, and the mark of a Sergeant is the only thing to separate SK-743 from any other trooper. They level their weapon ahead, looking for threats that might bar their path, be it traps laid by the enemy, or awaiting ambushers! SK is quiet for now, adopting the mantra 'speak when spoken to.' Easing his weapon off safety, he keeps it at the alert, buttstock pressed firmly to his shoulder!

[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]

The way ahead looked, surprisingly, clear, as the allied troops made their way down from their drop ships. Two cadres of troopers fanned out to left and right, some disappearing into the alleyways, others keeping to the main path, using their bodies as shields against any who might wish to blindside the incoming force. The sound of fighting is a distant thing, coming in only as faint echoes carried on the air currents from the shipyards where they main force was putting down the last holdouts of resistance to the First Order's attack.

"I would hate to keep you from your drinking," was Tamsin's almost humoured response to Errod, as the force began to make their way down along the main stretch.

The quiet, however, would only last so long, as the sounds of blaster fire ripped through the air, the sounds of metal feet pounding against pavement coming a moment after as the northeast alley exploded with activity, a droid troop (Alpha) storming out of the space between two silos to engage the troopers on that side.

Tamsin, helmeted visage turning towards the noise, ducked away partially behind an open door, keeping her profile low as she targeted one of the incoming droids, knocking one of the incoming forces back into his fellow. Not enough to do much damage, but at least to offer a bit of disarray.

[ Shivan (Shiv)]

Shivan's yellow gaze notes Tarq and Errod, because that's a new face. There's a dip of her head to them, but then she's moving on. Managing to keep up with the crimson armored troopers that start to spread out. Vix is there as well, but seems to be in the back giving orders to her group. There's that weird moment where the Force tells her that something isn't quite right and the hooded figure drops down behind the cover that she finds rather quickly, just so she wasn't getting her head blasted from her shoulders. A lost head was not something the Force could heal.

[ Errod Zand (EZ)]

The new face is covered soon enough, as Errod reaches for the plain metal helmet mounted on the back of his belt and slides the rivet clasp loose. A moment later, the mask of metal descends and only the wild eyes can be seen through the rectangular slits in its face. No sooner has he disappeared than the explosion heralds the arrival of those droids, and he takes off straight for them, activating the chain-whip and sending rivulets of pink plasma dancing down the finned blade.

Careening in at a full sprint, the first swing of his weapon is a broad sweep that takes a droid through the knees. The stomp of his foot kicks up a spray of gravel as he stops and pivots, lashing out at the next at torso-height in a spray of sparks and crumpling metal. The chain-whip is not a lightsaber and there is /effort/ to cut through these metal droids but the uncanny speed and torsion wound up in his frame seems equal to the task.

[ Tarq Najjic (T)]

Tarq's face is calm, relaxed, his pace business-like but with some swagger to it. When the Force throws a hint his way, his brow furrows for a moment, his head turns to where the soldiers have made contact, and dashes towards the closest danger. There are always at least two ways to deal with premonitions of danger. Be cautious to minimize the risk...

"Have at you!" Tarq shouts, as he lets his run turn into a slide and holds his lightsaber out horizontally before him, the blade slicing through one droid's hips, the next at the thighs, and the next at the knees. Another low sweep, and their blaster rifles' are lopped right off, as he rises back to his feet, dusting bits of gravel and dust off his pants. It's a hopeless effort, they're just marked now.

... or preventing the threat from coming to fruition. If one was right about the threat, anyway.

[ B'haav Adasta (Bav)]

KN-473 follows in rank, boots marching in time with the fellows of his squad. Perhaps it was a reflection of a reflection, or the faintest echo of a metallic footfall, but KN-473 FELT the engagement's inevitability even before the evidence was seen in the first blaster bolt to fly. Where they were is where he would think they would strike, if the enemy were in their position. <"Enemy sighted! Moving for optimal firing location!"> The somewhat-deep voice of the man within the plastoid is filtered and sharpened through the vocoder. A nearby alley beckons and the stormtrooper heeds, moving quickly to it and setting the barrel of his F-11D to rest on the top of a large steel delivery box at the mouth of it as he begins to line up his shot. The best weapon is the one with the truest aim.

However, by the time he has reached the cover, the threat has been vanquished and he simply re-readies his weapon and jogs quickly back into position. If there is any shame in KN-473's position, it is not shown in posture or spoken.

[ Trip (Tri)]

SK-743 takes cover, watching as a few squads from the cadre storm by. He holds up a hand to signal his squad to hold up for a moment, adjusting his helmet before speaking. <"We fight droids; engage from mid-range to maintain some distance and a chance for focused fire.-- Blast em!">

Fireteam leaders take up their positions and echo the Sergeants call, firing from kneeling, leaning, and off-hand firing stances. The results vary, but it seems the Knights and Sith have things well in hand. The Sergeant motions for a cease fire until they see more targets to engage!

[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]

The Knights and their allies made short work of the incoming droids troopers. Their business was destruction and, as was their way, business was good. As the stormtroopers made their way past the downed knights, the droids who bore weapons that could be wielded by human hands were stripped. One could never have too many weapons. And leaving weapons behind for any who might try to come up behind them was never a good idea. In the distance, the sound of more blaster fire could be heard, as some of the troopers who had gone ahead had engaged with the next cadre of enemies (Beta). It was not far, and the fight would soon be upon them, if they continued ahead. Tamsin, seeing her fellow Knights along with their troopers make short work of the enemy, moved ahead towards the sounds of battle. It was in an open area, now, free of the cargo haulers that would usually be moving to and fro from the munitions shed. The sudden entry into open air left her without cover and blaster fire rent the air around her. She only barely managed to avoid being hit, if only because she prudently ducked behind a trooper or two. That was, after all, what they were for.

[ Errod Zand (EZ)]

With the droids here taken out of commission, Errod's helmeted head swivels towards the sound of blaster fire further on, which also seems to be moving this way. They're here to fight, and the path to their objective scarcely seemed complicated, so why not? He takes off again, running into the melee, ducking randomly here and there to try to avoid making himself too easy of a target, and when he arrives among them, there's another one-two chop and slash job to bring down another droid. Of course, this leaves him in the thick of things.

[ Shivan (Shiv)]

Shivan pops up from cover when the other droids start appearing and she hops up onto the box she'd been hiding behind. She takes a large hop off of it and comes down with her lightsaber, striking a melty gash into the side of it. She misses the second swing at it, but her blade strikes true with the third. It was all quick that without proper training you'd probably throw up...and throwing up in your helmet is no good. "Keep the pressure up!" she shouts to the crimson armored troopers.

[ Tarq Najjic (T)]

Tarq manages to keep up with Errod in the migration from battle to battle, and his lightsaber pirouette catches a few more droids. His angle is off, however, or it could have been several more. First while he spins, and then afterwards, when he has his saber held up in a close enough defensive posture that the red can be seen in his eyes and on the sweat on his face, he watches, and when he speaks, it's broadcast through the comms: <"Tarq Najjic thinks something - is wrong. Is too easy. Even without Jedi here."> There's no Force guidance here; just suspicion.

[ B'haav Adasta (Bav)]

As the force continues on their push to the supply depots, so very key to the success of the captured shipyard, KN-473 anticipates the battle as his ears hear the blaster fire growing louder. When they emerge into the open with the fighting, he presses against the wall to the side and drops to a knee to cradle his carbine and rest it on the raised knee to steady. He lines up a pair of shots, the first going wide as he leans right and narrowly avoids a blaster bolt that would have been meant for him, instead leaving a not-insignificant scorch mark on the wall behind him. The second shot strikes true though, removing the head of one droid in the pack. One less enemy on the field.

KN-473 doesn't show it outwardly, but beneath the plastoid helmet, there is the faintest hint of a crooked smile. But only for a moment. If it isn't the training, it's the warning of Tarq Najjic to remind him that the battle is far from over. He rises and resumes his place in formation, receiving a small shoulder bump from one of them. But this, also, gets no reaction from KN-473.

[ Trip (Tri)]

SK-743 motions his squad forward at the command of the Sith Lady. <"Push forward, push forward!"> Trailing behind the squad, the Sergeant pays attention to the troop dispersion and watches for incoming fire. The Fireteam leaders are good at keeping the troops moving though, leaving the Sergeant to both preserve his voice and monitor the placement of the rest of the platoon and their assets, just to ensure his team is deployed in the best manner possible. Despite not firing a weapon yet, SK-743 is feeling pretty good about their progress so far! <"Heads on a swivel, team!">

[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]

It was bloody work, or perhaps it would have been bloody work, if their enemy had been flesh and not metal. But it was work, and it was done, as the advance continued, the troopers keeping pace with the main force, as they were almost upon their prize. It was quiet now, in the aftermath of the battle. The alleys had thinned and the buildings, all sleek metal and no cover, were close packed as all roads led to a final end point. Such a calm, unbothered, and easy thing, with no blaring alarms, no shouts of alarm or warning of impending attack. And then, the sound of rocket-boosters as a cadre of previously hidden droids blew into the sky and rocketed down towards the Knights and their troops, opening fire on the enemy below. The ground exploded around them, sending chunks of tarmac and duracrete up in blistering waves as they descended.

Tamsin, finding herself unceremoniously shoved to the side by some trooper or another, managed only to tear and burn her robes, the bodies of the troopers protecting her from damage, and making it impossible for her to do more than try to fight her way back to her feet and try to retrieve her weapon, which she pulled back to her hand.

[ Shivan (Shiv)]

Shivan's feeling confident. And oh boy when that happens she tends to fall onto her masked face. Which happens. She spins to face the third droid that has came into view and her lightsaber hits EVERYTHING BUT THE GODS FORSAKEN DROID! She might have even hit Vix as the Captain rolls away from the lightsaber wielding slice and dice.

[ Errod Zand (EZ)]

Victory! "Looks like we're done here," Errod decides, looking around at the ruined droids, shoulders heaving as he sucks in air. "Let's go get a dr-" BOOM. His wish is cut off by the fresh hell of robots from the sky blowing everything up, him included. Chunks of debris fly, he's thrown off his feet and battered by pieces of rubble, a trend that has become alarmingly commonplace.

There's a grey shape lying on the ground, then, and when he finally stirs, it's to rise unsteadily to his feet, using his weapon as a cane to regain a wobbly verticality. The helmet encasing his head moves in an unsteady seesawing pattern as he tries to regain his bearings, and then off he goes, shambling after the nearest droid that's touched down, flailing with slow, unfocused sweeps of his blade at the thing and not even coming remotely close to harming it.

[ Tarq Najjic (T)] There's no comfort in being right. Tarq's defensive posture was not wasted. /Most/ of the shots were deflected, or stepped out of the way of before they're even fired. That first one, though, before he realized this was a three-dimensional battle? It went right into his abdomen on the right side. He flips his lightsaber to his left hand and shields his eyes with his right as the asphalt crumples and its crumbs shower the area. His first two swings go wide - he's surrounded by droids, but cannot connect.

The third bisects a jumping droid vertically. <"Zand and Tarq - hit, but still up."> He moves closer to Errod. They're surrounded, now. Time to cover each others' backs!

[ B'haav Adasta (Bav)]

When one fights so many enemeies in direct engagement, it lulls you away from expecting the ambush. And from the sky, another dimension is added. KN-473 sees two of the Knights take wounds and a third grounded by careless troopers. With the quietest growl purring for a moment out of his vocoder, the stormtrooper advances, firing as he walks at the droids still descending from above. The jostle and commotion brought by a sudden response to a well-laid ambush keeps his aim from striking their intended target, but he finds himself near enough the downed knight to make sure she has the cover she needs, even as she regains her feet. The Knights are the bodies that matter, not those in alabaster plastoid. He steels himself as he plants his feet, ready for what is to come.

[ Trip (Tri)]

<"Sarge, you missed!"> Cries out a trooper, laughing at SK-743 who shot and missed their target. It was an embarrassing thing, really. The target couldn't have been some.. 10 meters away? <"I'm suppressing them! BLAST EM!"> He ordered. LIKELY story, SK-743, but the troopers are doing their best to open fire. Meanwhile, SK-743 makes some discrete adjustments to the optics on his weapon. Surely that was the problem right? Not user error...

[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]

<< I am coming! >> Hearing Tarq's report, it was the fallen that Tamsin looked to first, as was, well, what she was for, and she got back to her feet, reaching out to tap the arm of the trooper who had moved to body block for her, "Follow me!" And then she was off, into the fire and the battle, to try to reach the struggling Knight. She struck out as best she could, more interested in getting a good angle on where she was going than the damage she was doing.

And as she ran, the battle ran on, the droids touching down, their fire relentless as they tried to overwhelm the incoming enemy forces. There were more than enough droids still to make it impossible to move on without eliminating the threat they posed.

[ Shivan (Shiv)]

Shivan sees that the Knights are getting injured and there's a bit of a shriek let out as the lightsaber wielding Sith twirls it in her hand and strikes out again. Alright, maybe anger wasn't the best emotion to have at the moment. She gives a sigh as she doesn't manage to hit anything else as the lightsaber strike that she did land starts to cool as fast as she made it.

[ Errod Zand (EZ)]

Tarq says they're hit, and man, is he right. Errod is in a bad way, but the Knight just keeps going, even though it appears to be completely ineffectual and he's leaking blood everywhere and panting like a bellows. Between swings it's vaguely possible to discern words being grated out, something about "up into hell" and "a conscious choice."

[ Tarq Najjic (T)]

The Kuati really does stick with Errod Zand, through the latter's ineffectual yet determined attacks, but he has something else in mind. Tarq Najjic is as attuned to the Force as he can be, and he's constantly moving the lightsaber to and fro to where it will be most likely to knock away an incoming blaster bolt at either the doom prophet or himself. Even the closest droid, he doesn't take a swing at. A bolt that might not have hit either of them bounces off the saber and goes sizzling into the already broken and now scorched earth. Can't be too careful...

[ B'haav Adasta (Bav)]

There is a quick tap of acknowledgment from KN-473 as he is given an order by one of the Knights. he holds his rifle up, running to keep apace as he weaves through the battle to protect. Along the way, a droid wasn't seen - thanks to the adrenaline, or the restricted view of his helmet - and its bolt struck home, searing through and melting plastoid around the new hole in his right leg. There is a scream that seems to come from everywhere at once, but really, it's just filling the helmet of KN-473, who screams in pain, both from the bolt's damage and the feel of his leg possibly being on fire, and the next step as he refuses to stop on his route to protect the Knight. He falls as his leg collapses out from under him and rolls, tripping up another Stormtrooper in the procesess. There is a pause, and then the plastoid-clad figure pushes up and drives forward, left leg first. He was given an order, and he will fulfill it.

Every step presses more blood from the wound, but he pushes on as best he can. He raises the rifle and tries to bring one more droid out of the equation, but who can expect to hit when they're reminding themselves of the normal amount to breathe? He tries for one, but his pace doesn't slow and the uneven gait of his limp keeps his bolt just to the left of the nearest droid's sensors. The wounded Stormtrooper pushes on.

[ Trip (Tri)]

Setting up 'shop', the Sergeant and team begin to open fire on the Delta Droid force. SK-743 is successful this time, tagging a droid with a small burst, but missing a second time when it made an adjustment. He ducks back behind cover again, making a fist and pumping it to signal the rest of the team to engage. <"FLANK THEM!"> He screamed, the intensity conveyed through the helmet he's wearing!

[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]

The whine and squeal of blaster fire was coming hard and heavy now as the two enemy cadres engaged one another. Stormtroopers of varying stripe and colouration engaging with the droids, now on the ground as they tried to hem in the most dangerous targets. Tamsin, seeing her trooper fall, reached out to help pull him back to his feet. She didn't have the luxury of stopping to heal him, but she could keep him going as she made for the fallen Errod and Tarq standing over him. Again, she struck out at the droids around her, trying to keep their line of sight clear as she moved. It was all sound and thunder now. And pain. A lot of pain.

[ Shivan (Shiv)]

Focus. You need to focus. Shivan is talking to herself mentally. She couldn't let anger rule things right now. She needed to hit the droid and make sure that others were not getting hit with things. The saber strikes out in rapid succession, three times and each hit lands true. There's the 'woosh' of the lightsaber and the squeal of metal as something drops off, but, it doesn't roll over dead like she'd like it to.

[ Errod Zand (EZ)]

"I'm supposed to be drinking," Errod mutters darkly as he gathers himself for the remainder of the battle, however much there is to go before they've won or he's killed. There are less droids now, maybe he'll survive. "Shame." Moving continually out of Tarq's protective umbrella and away from the supporting suppressive fire provided by the stormtroopers, he tilts towards the nearest droid, and by luck as much as skill manages to smack the construct hard across the top of its torso. The satisfying crunch and vibration up the handle of the chain-whip makes his fingers tingle and brings a little jolt of adrenaline and life back, enough for a few quick steps and another clumsy bash alongside the back of the next droid.

[ B'haav Adasta (Bav)]

KN-473, buoyed by the help of Tamsin, struggles on, taking up a station between the Knights and the largest bulk of the droids. While they have their own defenses, he is still one more as he plants firmly - well, almost firmly with an injured leg - to protect from any shots still to come. There is little else for him. He raises his rifle to seek a shot, aim faltering as he can't plant on his dominant leg. Still, he looks down the sight, to find... Nothing. The last of the threats falls. He keeps his rifle at the ready, and awaits further orders, turning to watch Tamsin for further orders before returning to his squad.

[ Tarq Najjic (T)]

A few blaster bolts deflected. Errod Zand lives another day, to the man's probable despair and Tarq's pleasure. That surprise attack had largely been blunted by the First Order's soldiers and specialists, so Tarq takes a step along with the doom prophet, swinging left where the other went right. He misses a few times, and finally a broad, full-extension sweep that makes him say "Ow!" as the muscles in his side protest their working conditions slices through another droid. "Are clear?" He looks both ways. "Do not /see/ anybody." Suspicion still colors his sense, countenance, and words. <"Errod might bleed out,"> he says conversationally over comlink. <"Am fine for now.">

[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]

if there was a lesson to be learned from studying at the feet of the Knights of Ren, it was never to put all of your eggs in one basket. Misdirection was, after all, King. As the Knights and their forces had engaged the enemy in the streets, one of the cadres of troopers who had moved ahead and covered the alleys had left the Knights (And Sith guest star!) to handle the bloodiest of the work on the streets and advanced towards the depot itself. Because that was the objective. After all, if all eyes were on the most powerful of the First Order's forces, it left less eyes for the actual target. It helped, of course, that the depot was fully automated, or at least, automated enough that it could be abandoned by any of the sentient Republic forces which had overseen the work there. <<Knight Zand>>, lucky Errod was the most senior of the Knights on the ground, <<The objective has been secured.>>

Tamsin, of course, had eyes only for the two injured Knights, as she brought her injured trooper along with her. <<Errod would not dare bleed out and give the universe the satisfaction.>> And then she was on them, and she put away the stunsaber to retrieve her med kit, "Let me see what I can do."

[ Errod Zand (EZ)]

"You underestimate my care for the universe's satisfaction," Errod rasps at Tamsin as he sits down heavily on a droid's broken body, picking at himself for a moment before wincing and leaving off. "I need a drink. I need several drinks. This is throwing my schedule off."

[ Shivan (Shiv)]

Shivan steps back as the droid falls and she takes the time to press the button on her lightsaber, the blade of energy disappearing. She gives a look over the Knights and there's a frown behind her mask. She was the heart for the Sith, but, she didn't want to get laughed at if she asked them if they were alright. Instead, she is t-boned in the leg by a whirring and chirping BB-Unit that has rolled its ways onto the battlefield, "Hey, I told you to stay in the ship." she mutters as she crouches down to have a word in binary with RND-1. She then straightens again, her yellow gaze flicking over the others as she dips her head to them and then she's heading off to see where else she can help with things. Or until Kuolo gets there to snark about things.

[ Tarq Najjic (T)]

Tarq reaches back up under his cape's harness again and his hand comes back with a flask, which he passes wordlessly to Errod. Then he walks slowly, favoring one side, over to the injured stormtrooper next to Tamsin. He glances at the trooper, who has been shot, and Tamsin, who hasn't, and says simply, "Thank you. Give designation," he orders. "Tarq Najjic will remember you. And take off- never mind." Taking off his helmet in a combat zone might get the soldier in a world of trouble, memory for faces notwithstanding.

"Mission accomplished!" he calls out to the troopers. "Honored to join you as distraction," he says with a half-smile.

[ Trip (Tri)]

The streets are filled with more BLAST EM, or GET EM's, but for the most part, the troopers have moved off to another fight. SK-743 counts his lucky stars for a good squad, who prove attentive on the battlefield!

[ B'haav Adasta (Bav)]

KN-473 was intending to look away so as not to look on the Knights during a show of... Well, something like mortality. It's better not to see that, for everybody. But then Tarq Najjic is approaching him, and - more surprising - addressing him directly. <"KN-473, sir!"> There is a click of the right heel as he salutes, though the salute comes off as a ripple through the side of his plastoid trooper armor as his body fights against the jolt of pain shooting through that leg. The stormtrooper pulls it back together quickly enough, rifle lowering to a readied carry as his face burns quietly inside his helmet.