Log:Mandalorian Revivers: Civil War

Mandalorian Revivers: Civil War

Location: Death Star
Participants: Russ Ordo, Narsai Ordo, Sienn Ko, Feyrr, Asiir Cuul

The call had come first to Russ, but then that is not a suprise to most people in the industry he and his organisation has gathered quite a reputation as highly skilled warriors. The fact that he had declared himself Mandalore with support and has not yet been assasinated also shows that he himself is at the very least a determined bastard. Russ himself quickly figured out the job was beyond the scope of his own organisation and put out the call to several other mercenary outfits as well as skilled private contractors.

Russ has summoned the pertinant individuals to The Malachor, the briefing room showing a holographic display of the planet with several key areas highlighted as well as predicted troop movements and known dispositions. He nods his head to those gathered before he begins on the briefing. "As most of you know we have been called in to help end a decades long civil war in the outer rim." He looks towards the map before continuing. "The ongoing battle has left them almost unable to fight without contracting out due to the depletion of fighting age individuals. Most of their equipment is dated, however there are a few key pieces in play." Russ indicates one of the marks and the few smaller marks around it. "This is an anti-air, anti-space ion and space laser array. While it is up our ability to support ground troops will be greatly diminished. It is our first target." He pauses for a moment "Now i will not be going into the rest of the battleplans for the war, after all they will most likely not survive first contact. However." He indicates a second mark "This planet was used as a staging ground during the clone wars. And this position marks an operational droid foundry. You know what to expect on the ground."

Asiir was not exactly an outside contractor, the computer slicer doesn't even have any real business being with a Merc band, but then again he was not a Mandalorian and in their eyes perhaps that makes him as good as an outsider despite the time he had been spending with them. He stands toward the back of the group, leaning against one of the bulkheads with his arms crossed over his chest. Feline eyes look over the holographic representation of the battleground before speaking up, "I don't suppose there is any way to access the laser array through computer usage from afar, is there? If so we can make this all far simpler." Narsai Ordo herself was in the room, armored and ready save for the helmet still held in her hands. Glancing at Asiir she can't help but smirk. "When is it ever that easy?" she comments before looking at her brother. "So what's the plan? Dropping in? Flying in? Missiles? Even I'm not crazy about rushing an AA battery in a single ship if we can avoid it."

Crouching in the back, because Feyrr didn't really have much of a choice. It was one reason he hated space travel so much, because unless it was a luxury liner, the roof was always wanting to bump him in the head, or having to crawl through corridors that were shorter than that. The fact that Russ was hinting, even if it was a ig hint, that they would be fighting driods. "Feyrr hate droids. No smell other than stink of oil and rust. Make for good targets only." He had been examining the one thing he had asked to requisition, simple at it's best the basic chield made from a heavy duty crate door, looked well enough and was the size he had been looking for. But his four, red eyes do look to the holgraphic display as things are being spoken of, "That going boom!?" Course he means the large turret to take out landing ships, "Small group, land outside, have to walk. Need Feyrr to carry boom makers... Now see why you pick Feyrr." And like that the intelligence of Feyrr shows, he was listening the other day when he was being recruited and now seeing things it all ahd clicked to him.

Russ nods to Asiir "I had thought of that, although usually we lack skilled slicers. But no it does not act on an outside network it is all internal." He looks towards his sister and Feyrr "The initial plan was to blow the entire place. However with certain people joining us out options have opened up a little. Now we are going to see if we can slice into it and change the IFF giving us control of the station and greatly increasing our own forces potential. Failing that it is back to plan giant explosion." Russ shrugs his shoulders, always best to have contingencies.

"As for the actual plan. Most conventional forces would think similiar to what Feyrr voiced, and I have already been through that discussion with the other mercenary leaders. However we are Mandalorians." He grins slightly "And we do things a little different than most. It is a plan my sister is intimately familiar with." He pauses for a moment his face lit up by the glowing hologram "The Malachor will come into orbit just long enough to launch some small assault pods. They are too small to be targetted easily by computer fired lasers. Each one will be full with a few select troopers. We will drop within range of the target so they do not have time to redistribute their forces to counter the assault."

Asiir nods his head where he stands, returning Narsai's smirk with one of his own and a wink. "I'll tell you what.. you get me close enough to that tower and I can reprogram that thing to where it will be making us breakfast in the morning. But I can't do it if it is on a closed internal network," he says.

A nod from Narsai, she moves to lift her helmet onto her head, securing it in place and giving a little whince as she glances at Feyrr. "Yeah, you may want to take a pod all to yourself. They're not exactly roomy." The cathar's concern is noted and she speaks up as she checks her gauntlets. "If we get you right in touching distance and take out security, could you do it then?"

Waving a hand in a way that says Feyrr sees it matters little, "Close, far, matter little. Feyrr fast, even with..." There is some calculating, hand strumming his chin as he does, "fifty, hundred, depends on boom device. Even with blast stick and this..." he lifts the eight pound durasteel plate with a hastily wellded handle. Not good for a long haul, but it would work for the one battle. "If needed, rack, bag on back... fast loader, faster unload." The eyes turn to Narsai and the T'surr nods, "Seperate pod good idea. Not use on big gun, always good somewher else."

The smallish lavender Twi'lek (who was there all along) nods as she takes in Russ' briefing, her arms crossed in front of her. "Hmm. Well, at least I can watch the slicer's back, if you don't need a turret monkey-lizard." She reaches in her coat to check the status of her little blaster pistol, making sure it's charged and ready, then she tucks it away.

"Alright get to the pods then. It is one short hyperspace jump and then all out war. I hope you are all ready." Russ shakes his head and starts to head out of the room, normally he would be changing into his combat suit for something like this but he wants to make an impression this time it seems. He pulls his helmet on slowly as he leaves the room, the mask of Mandalore slowly swallowing his features completing the regal look of his armour.

Like Narsai hinted at the pods are small and cramped the giant alien would definitly need one to himself, unless the twi'lek really wants to try and cram in around him. They are shaped like torpedoes. Russ activates the communication network in his helmet his voice echoing around in the confined spaces of the pods. "If any of you get sick on carnival rides and the like. You might want to take a couple of chill pills. You are in for a hell of a ride."

Russ was not lying. The seconds the pods launch it feels like your stomach is trying desperately to beat itself out the top of your skull. Even some of the mandalorian commandos would probably look a little green if their faces were not covered by helmets. The mutes noises of anti-air defence weapons make their way through the thin armour plating of the pod. But it is quickly drowned out by Mandalores roar of enjoyment as adrenalin rushes through his body. It only takes a matter of what feels like seconds to make the drop from orbit. The pods slam roughly into the ground leaving small impact craters as thrusters fire to stop all the occupants from dying as they hit.

Asiir has no questions and he says nothing else other than to offer a confident nod toward Narsai that he can do what he says he can. He follows along with the rest and slips into one of the pods. Without a helmet for him to wear as part of his armor, he can only strap himself into the pod and hope that the landing does not cave his head in. As the pod jostles and spins in the air, Asiir curses under his break, "Fuck. I knew that woman would get me into trouble." As the thrusters fire and the pod touches down, Asiir kicks the door open wider as he slides out in a ready crouch, his weapon drawn.

Seems there is little that the T'suur is afraid of, or that make him sick. More often than not he made others that way by seeing what he could digest an an evenings meal or even on a bet. More and more the sounds of detonations and the battle to come was building up his own energies, that way a hunter or warrior can get more and more ready like a coiled spring ready to pop. All that happens when the pod lands and a head sized fist slamms into the door of the pod he is in and sends it flying outward. The first thing sliding free, the makeshift shield Feyrr holds in front of him, the blaser rifle in his right hand, stabilized by the smaller arm and hand resting against the side of the shield ready to fire if need be. He thumps onto the ground and looks around, sniffing the air also to see if anything dangerous to them is anywhere need them. It also allows him to take in everything else and where they will need to go next or take a cue to start heading towards.

Narsai errupts from the pod and her blaster carbine is raised, her eyes already searching for targets behind that destinctive T-Visor. The drop wasn't all that bad, after all the pilot had inflicted worse forces on herself in the past, but there was no time to relax just yet.

Sienn chooses not to cram into a pod with Fur, actually. She might have messed up the floor of her pod with her lunch, but she avoided eating before she came, luckily. Still, she has the dry heaves from the violent motion, interrupting her prayers on the way down. When her pod is down she finds the slicer's pod and follows him. "Ugh. There has to be a better way down." she mutters to herself as she goes.

Their defences are in chaos, but all militaries no matter how worn down have contingencies. And FRT's are the bare minimum, as the Mandalorians and merceneries rise from their pods they can see figures scrambling desperatly to set up a defensive perimeter. "Foward!" Russ's voice calls through their communications. "Do not give them time to get entrenched." That would be bad. Their weapons look bad old but very functional and there are three men that look to be setting up an E-web with practised ease. The battle starts to rage around them as some of Russ's honour guard takes the fight to the military, a rough mix of men and clone wars era droids even if they look newly manufactured. The strongest defences seem to be around the door to the large anti-space laser facility. Three men ready to fight along with six droids and the E-web quickly been set up. Men are beginning to fall all around as the battle rages, including a few of the Mandalorians and other mercs. Russ's jetpack activates sending him flying through the air, his body glittering as the sun catches on the gold of his armour. Both of his pistols blaze sending heavy bolts of plasma into the defenders, it looks pretty damn impressive by any measure.

Asiir gazes around at the field of battle, those amber eyes quickly locating ever living life form on the battlefield and separating friend from foe. Finding the target, the Cathar begins running for the doorway of the laser facility, brining his DL-18 around to train on the humanoids guarding the door. He squeezes off three quick shots, sending one blaster bolt that takes one enemy down in a shot, while the other two catch one of his comrades.

Into the fray, Narsai goes leaping, her blaster carbine coming to life as she opens fire, trying to clear a path. "Stay behind us!" she calls back to the Twi'lek, her voice slightly robotic under the voder of her helmet. The pilot wasn't someone she'd seen fight before (or a four-armed giant) so she'd rather not have her shot dead on day one.

The T'Surr doesn't need another reason to run and gun a position other than that he is allowed to. And the bosses creamnig and jumping into the fray only means he can let loose. The ground shakes as the long strides of Feyrr, chew up the distance as he fires. Womrats were hard, shooting into these guys was more like child's play. They may even be child-like size to the rushing beast. He roars loudly, a very intimidating sight to behild rushing in on anyone like that. "I am Feyrr!"

Sienn follows after the Mandalorians as suggested by Narsai. She's all for that, only being lightly armored and not being too keen on being wounded either. Still, she follows after the slicer, firing at the remaining sentient at the tower once she's in range.

Russ goes flying through the air his blaster pistols flaring rapidly, impressive looking in his gold and black armour and equally as deadly. His fire lances down into the men setting up the E-web two of them falling their bodies smoking huge craters from Russ's customised blasters in their bodies. A third takes a heavy wound and stumbles backward, one of his arms dangling near uselessly from the burning hole in his shoulder. The droids scramble their automated sensors trying to pick out the biggest threats first, amazingly they focus on the two Mandalorians. The bolts go wide around Russ as he barrels towards the door, his jetpack moving to fast for them to properly track. As for his sister? Well she has got really good at slipping around attacks. He lands near the door and spins on the last few attackers, funnily enough the door doesn't automatically open behind him. "Asiir!"

The fight seems to be going for them all around Russ's Mandalorians the perfect shock troopers for an attack like this. But the perimeter defences defence teams are starting to close in around the orbital laser, surrounding Russ's men and his more immediate team. The low whine of starfighters can be heard far in the distance. Looks like what few precious starships they still have are coming to try and bail out their network.

Asiir is already running along toward the door as Russ calls out his name. He vaults a fallen enemy, and then throws himself down into a dive roll beneath a stray blaster bolt to come up to his feet by the door. "I'm on it," he comments toward Russ, tossing his head to throw back the wild mane of dreads. Lifting his right arm, he stretches a cord from the wrist computer he wears and jacks it into the security panel set into the wall by the door. Furred fingers begin tapping away quickly as the Cathar begins bypassing security and then in short order the door slides open. "Got it!" he announces as he reaches and pulls the cable from the panel and begins to step inside.

Now Feyrr shows them what the makeshift shield is really good for. When they get to the door he turns and lifting it up into the air, he drives the shaved down bottom like a large knife and embedds it into the ground. A portable barrie now blocks off the kitty, Asiir form perhaps taking any stray shot or even one aimed at him on purpose. Feyrr then turns his gun back out towards the defense groups trying to rally to the door until it opens and he dislodges the shield formt he ground and will follow anyone else in.

"Feyrr!" Narsai calls as she falls in behind Asiir. "You and I will halt any pursuit, stop them from coming in after us." Taking a pause at the doorway she lets out another extended burst from her old but well-maintained E-11, cutting down another target as she jerks her head for the others to move forwards. They need to be sure they're not going to be followed.

Sienn skids to a stop next to the Cathar and turns her back to the door to fire at the closest remaining targets. Whatever the effect, she's following the computer expert and Russ inside. "It's open! Go!" she exclaims, her lekku echoing the agitation.

Feyrr is far more willing to stay and shoot things then going into the cramped space of a anti-ship turret anyway. He once more plants the makeshift shiled and using it as cover, he helps Narsai keep anyone form getting inside other than their own. The gun is levelled and he blazes away, taking shots at anything that pops up.

As soon as the door is open Russ is already making for it as his sister and Feyrr set up a defensive position, he takes shelter behind the shield for a second as he waits for the others to be ready. He nods to Sienna and Asiir with a feral grin that they cannot see behind the mask of Mandalore, but when he speaks the battle joy is evident in his voice. "Asiir, Sienna lets go!" He charges in first only to be met with a withering barrage of fire that seems to fill the entire hallway with fire. The all to familiar sound of an E-web filling the confined space. The weapon placed behind a hastily constructed barricade of crates and metal scrap. Several men hunkering behind it with an array of weapons.

Russ is driven to the ground by the force of the shots, his armour getting roughed up pretty good. His jetpack fires from the floor sending him skating along the floor away from the E-web his pistols returning fire to try and cover his hasty escape. Finally he scrambles behind a metal strut using it for cover. "Ok was not expecting that. Be careful."

Outside Feyyr and Narsai can see it, the Mandalorians and their select hired contracters taking up the defensive positions of their enemies hunkering down and digging in as the enemy counter attack begins in earnest. The sound of metallic marching feet echo across the battlefield as several platoons of droids begin to march towards the aerial defence weapons. Mortat fire starts to rain down across the battlefield sending up huge plumes of earth. Looks like the war for them just began in earnest. And in the distance the whir of fighters drones louder.

The Twi'lek ducks as fire fills the cooridor. She curses creatively in Ryl as she looks for cover. She fires back at the E-web crew once she's not out in the open. "Gahh!"

Narsai Ordo hears the tattle-tale sound of the E-Web further in and whinces, glancing back over her shoulder. The others will have to handle it, or call for backup if it's too much. Thanks to Feyrr's improvised shield, they have a little more cover then they otherwise might. Leaning around it she opens fire, raining blaster bolts on any would-be counter-attack that might try and storm the installation. Outside the battle rages on platoons of droids fresh from the relic droid foundry are falling on to the new defenders of the areas the Mandalorian revivers, their iron discipline and fire reinfored by Narsai and Feyrr as they hold the door to the orbital defence weapon.

Inside is chaos Russ has been driven to the ground by the fire of an emplaced E-web that has some hastily placed cover around it, the entire defensive barricade bristling with weaponry. He now rests behind a metal support column for cover as Asiir and Sienn use the door for cover from the mighty weapon. Sienn has just returned fire and heavily wounded the E-web gunner.

Asiir is there, crouched behind the big door as cover while the E-web Gunner fires at himself and his allies on this harebrained mission. As Sienn leans out and fires at the gunner, Asiir tries a different tact. Closing his eyes, he searches out for a trace of the E-gunner, finding him he concentrates hard pressing in on the gunner with his mind and attempting to force a vision within his mind of a sudden attack looming upon him, not from those before him but from his allies behind! The gunner jerks away from the massive weapon as if dodging that falling blow and whirls toward his once allies, his hand flying toward his sidearm. Trying to stick to as much cover as the impromtu barricade will allow is getting a little rougher the closer the droids get. Popping around in different sots he tries to take as mnay out as he can, "Numbers bad. Even small animal kill hunter if too many, overwhelm like sand wave. Crush." He isn't freightened, no Feyrr is clear as he can be, growling out over the blaster fire going both ways. "There off switch?", something maybe someone might have considered before now, taking out the droid control thing, whereever it is at.

"We're not going to let them past!" Narsai calls, her voice slightly robotic behind her mask even as she yells over the sound of blaster fire. "We have to buy the others time to shut the AA down, then our ships can deal with this wave."

If they were fighting organics instead of droids? She'd be cutting loose with the flamethrowers. For now? The mandalorian woman continues to lay down hurt with her modded-up E-11

Not having any idea that the E-Web gunner is a little busy now, Sienn takes the opportunity to squeeze off a couple of shots at one of the other enemies she can see now that the E-Web gunner has slacked off their firing. Injured, she hopes they are. "I shouldn't have brought a knife to a gun fight." she mutters as she fires her mini-pistol.

Russ takes the distraction of the gunner and runs with it as hard as he can he spins out from his cover his jetpack flaring as it sends his mightily armoured body flying through the air. He crashes over the top of the impromptu barricade a body flying as his much heavier form slams into him, sending him flying through the air his skull cracking loudly against a reinforced wall. His pistols flare as he spins to a stop two more bodies dropping as his blaster pistols leave smoking craters. The defenders are beginning to fall apart. Their eyes darting around looking to escape as they are sandwiched between fire. There are only three men still standing now.

Outside things continue to disentegrate for the Mandalorians. Even in their superior positions the numbers of the droids are starting to tell even as many of them fall to the withering skilled fire of the Mandos. Armoured bodies of the fighters begin to drop as lucky rounds find the holes in their armour. And then that low droning that had echoed of the plane grows to a loud whine. Fighters wing through the sky overhead, raining fire down on the Mandalorians huge plumes of rock and dirt creating deadly storms of shrapnel. And then a dull mechanic clanking echoes on the outer wall of the orbital gun above their heads is heard by the two stoutest defenders holding the line. Looking up Narsai catches it just in time to dodge the whistling sword coming her way. But the commando droid recovers from the attack almost instantly and comes charging for the Mandalorian blademaster again.

Asiir watches as Russ takes off in his Jetpack, and the Cathar is soon to follow. He bails from his cover and charges around the door. His natural grace steadies him and helps him as he leaps to vault over the barricade, a roar on his lips as he levels his blaster and takes aim at one scared looking defender. His shot is to kill, the blaster bolt lancing into the man's chest and digging a hole through his armor that is left charred and cauterized from the heat. Asiir turns, his weapon leveling for a second shot that is directed at one of the remaining defenders, missing, and then squeezing the trigger again and taking a second down. merc"

Damn thing was like a spider as the two commando droids drop in from above, Feyrr doesn't have much time, but he brings up his blaster rifle and fires off a couple quick shots. The droid seeemd prepared for such and dances around the blaster bolts like they were nothing at all.

Seeing Russ and Asiir charge the barracade, the lavender Twi'lek follows along. "Hey! Wait for me!" She chases them and stops at the barricade, shooting at the last person. "Should someone crew the gun there?" Sienn asks. She fires at the last remaining enemy inside but misses. Understandable as the soldier is likely trying to get out of the situation as quickly as possible.

With the blade whistling down at her Narsai's rifle drops on its sling, bouncing against her plating while her hand draws her own vibro-blade and it comes to life. The commando-droid comes at her, but the redhead sidesteps and parries the blade coming her way before twisting her weapon around in two quick, vicious strikes into the 'head' of the robot.

Russ lets go with a huge flurry of bolts at the last target, many of them go wide. But it does not matter. The man drops little more than a bunch of smoking holes. Russ turns slightly towards Sienn as he double checks all the bodies making sure they are going to stay where they care. "No. If Narsai and Feyrr fall and people get in behind us and we still haven't made it to the control room we are as good as done anyway." He sets of quickly, this was supposed to be a lightning raid and it is dragging on just that little bit too long. It is all hanging on the edge now. As they push deeper in they see the doors ahead of them that lead to the control room and then they hear it. The sound that put the fear of death into so many people during the clone wars. The sound of destroyer droids rolling along metal floors. They setup infront of the doors, thier shields deploying smoothly.

Outside the fighters of the enemy take a very heavy toll on the Mandalorian defenders and leave huge gaping holes in the defence. Holes the droids will very soon be taking full advantage of. The lines are almost broken now. The fighting fast and desperate, bodies and droids dropping rapidly. And the two in the command party still have to deal with a commando droid even with the lines of battle turning against them.

Asiir's eyes widen as he sees the droidekas begin rolling into position, their shields coming up around both and he curses under his breath. He darts to the right, attempting to find some cover to hurl himself behind as he shoots wildly, three shots racing out and only one hitting.

Perhaps the commando droid expected that first fist coming down on it, but as it slips to the side, it catches the other large fist coming in the other direction. Feyrr roars as the punches fly, distractions sometimes work that way and the large fist catches the droid on the side and hurls it backward, staggering the quick and nibble droid. He roars again over the battlefield and prepares for the next round of large blue fists to swing as the thing isn't done for yet, "Damn metal men!"

Three quick slices, Narsai hammers the bound droid that Feyrr was gripping before she lowers her blade, breathing a little harder while her gaze turns to the battle. "Feyrr," she says, looking sideways. "Go back them up. If we fail here all this is for nothing. I'll hold this position long enough." She shifts her sword, from right hand to left and rolls her shoulders. "Make sure they're not pinned down."

Sienn mutters curses in Ryl as the big droids roll in and open up like huge roly-poly insects. "Mother!" she fires her little pistol at the same droidaka as Asiir. They both hit... well, it IS a big target, but it still has a useful shield. "Ugh."

Russ swears under his breath as he spots the droids rolling up, he has been meaning to put a shield generator into his own armour but that would be no match for the one these droids are equipped with. Even his powerful blasters have no chance against shields like that. The Mandalorian leader takes a step back his hand diving down to the grenades on the belt at his waist. The ion grenade arcs through the air and lands almost perfectly in between the two droids exploding in an almost blinding white-blue light. The droids as still standing as the light dies down. But both of their shield units seem to have shorted out, leaving them just as defenceless as any other droid.

Outside the Mandalorian lines crumple and the entire battlefield becomes a confusing catastrophe of fireteam sized skirmishes as everyone struggles individually to stay alive the larger overall picture being forgotten. Many droids break through the line and the fighters turn coming back at the most stubborn point of resistance.

Asiir grimaces as he watches his allies shoot at the droids and he takes a quick moment to lean out from behind his cover and pop off three quick shots toward the droidekas, but only one shot connects. "Damnit," he growls under his breath.

Feyrr roars as they take down the second commando droid, a feral smile almost beginning to rise and turning to begin return fire once more. That's when it hits, the large fighter blast striking the the building near him and sending piercing rocks and heat over him. The blue alien doesn't look fine, but he is still functional, barely it seems as he limps over to the barricade once more before he can get blasted by oncoming droids once again.

Narsai herself backs up a little. If she was going to hold the path behind herself, she was going to want as much a bottleneck as she could take. Keeping the sword in her left hand she looks back at the far more injured Feyrr. The alien was still moving, that would have to do. <<Russ, Asiir, someone talk to me. We need this thing sliced yesterday!>>

Left alone in her position she exhales a breath and flicks the quick-release of her gauntlet, deploying her concealed weapon into her hand.

Sienn shrieks as she is hit in the right shoulder by a droid's havy blaster fire. At least she won't bleed out, that's something. She slams her fist into the barricade, trying to block out the pain... if she doesn't keep it together and help they'll all be dead anyway. She squeezes off two shots at the same machine as before, but the stress seems to have gotten the best of her and she misses both shots.

Blaster fire flies thick and fast in the corridor the distinctive sound of the Detroyer droids blasters echoing through the interior of the installation. But they are so close to their goal and they will not be stopped now. Russ rushes out even as fire slams into his chest leaving huge carbon scores in his armour, his flesh blistering beneath it. He spots the shot hit Sienn from the side of his vision but he can't stop yet. His blaster bolts tear apart the droids now that their shields are down, molten metal hitting the ground as the droids finally collapse. The door slides open infront of him and exposes the command console. Not a single man inside, the automated system taking care of everything. "Asiir quickly." Russ sounds exhausted as the adrenalin bleeds from his system. He moves over to Sienn and looks over her carefully "Don't worry, you will be fine. We have trained medics nearby and a state of the art Bacta tank aboard the Malachor." Russ opens a small combat medpack at his waist and moves to help with her wounds.

Outside things change in an instant. The anti-air defences turn on a dime, their programming now targetting the starfighters taking a heavy toll on the revivers. Several of them explode in huge plumes of molten shrapnel. The fighting is to close to allow the Malachor to provide fire support. But the Mandalorians have an advantage that no one else in the world has. Several booms reverberate from above as several shaps make entry through the atmosphere. One of the shapes shears straight through one of the remaining fighters as they try to flee. It hits the ground in a shower of dirt before slowly unfolding. It lets out a roar as the huge golden mechanical beast leaps from the crater, tearing droids apart even as the heavy weapons mounted on it's back decimate entire platoons. The basilisk war droids of the Revivers have arrived. And the clone war era droids do not stand a chance.

Most of the pain subsidesm the burns a little cooler, but they will heal. Then again Feyrr isn't touching them or trying to brush to many things either. The sounds ouside the AA gun have changed. For the better it sounds and he can hear the Gun thumping above his head, through the very building. Seems they pulled it off, and Feyrr didn't die, it was a good day indeed for him. He moves further in to find out what is going on and winces as Sienn looks hurt, it looked like a hell of abattle had happened inside also. "Alright, everyone good?" There is a slight grimace as he speaks, his clothes are singed and he sporting a few wounds where parts of building and metal still stick in his skin, and he is the one asking if everyone is good...

Asiir is quick from his cover as he rushes past the fallen droidekas and into the control room. His blaster is already holstered at his hip as he skids to a halt behind one of the computer terminals, pulling a cord free from the wrist computer he wears bound to his right wrist. He searches for a moment and then finds the access panel and begins booting into the system. "Come on, come on," he grunts as he begins bypassing security walls, almost as if he is physically dipping and diving around the strings of code himself. And then, "Alright. I have it," he says.

Narsai Ordo herself waits in the doorway, ready for ongoing violence...but it never comes. Instead the sounds of the AA coming to life and their backup arriving? That has her breathing a private sigh of relief while she was still alone. As much as she wanted to check on the others, she'd hold her ground till they came back to her. She'd have to wait and see how they fared later.

"I'm still kicking." Sienn says. "I can make it back... it just _hurts_." She smiles gratefully as the Mandalorian helps with the field medicine, hopefully lots of pain killers. "Don't worry about me." she says, hoping it sounds brave as she tucks away her pistol. She tries to pat Russ on the armored shoulder. "Good job."