Log:Mandalorian Revivers: Civil War Part 3

Mandalorian Revivers: Civil War Part 3

Location: Outer Rim
Participants: Russ Ordo, Narsai Ordo, Feyrr, Sienn Ko, Navi Kryze, Asiir Cuul

The assault mounted from the air had bbeen rough the scarabs even with their aging tech able to put a good fight up due to sheer numbers and there are still plenty of them flying around causing hell for the surviving Mandalorian air force. Below the battle rages hundreds of Mandalorians against thousands of battledroids, battledroids reinforced with destroyers, SBD's and hover tanks. An attack doomed to fail without good air support.

Russ however needs to get to the ground and rally his forces, keep the battle going until everything is taken care off. And so he can be seen in the melee of ships if anyone is particularly eagle eyed, a golden blur dropping towards the heat of battle his cape whipping around behind him. Only his jetpack bbetween him and a very unfortunate end.

"Sienn! Asiir!" Narsai calls as the Thunderheart sweeps around from the destruction of the latest Scarab they'd blasted to dust, the Mandalorian pilot at the controls keeping the ship in position to protect the unloading transports. "One of you needs to be ready to take the controls and support our people. I'm going down there to stop my brother from catching too many blaster bolts!"

Asiir speaks up first and says, "I am shit on the ship guns. I'm going down with you." He hustles out of the back at a run, darting toward the boarding ramp before Sienn can beat him to it.

The Twi'lek heads out of the turret and onto the bridge. "I'll take it." and Sienn smiles grimly at Narsai. "Good luck and come back in one piece, ka? I shall be very cross with you if you get yourself killed. I might not even speak to you anymore." A poor joke, to be sure.

Feyrr never liked the ships, he had been on one of the transports, taking his chances that way and so was already there. Four eyes look to the heavens behind a newly custom made visor like helm. he didn't look to comfortable in the confining armor pieces placed here and there for maximum coverage, nor the underweave that helped keep them attached. The sight of Russ heading down and the Thunderheart had him trudging across the front towards the ship and those disembarking. A Blue tank of an alien and a damn fast one with long, ponding strides. One might see how the T;surr hunter could run down it's prey at that point as the distance is quickly covered.

Explosions rake the battlefield huge plumes of dirt, shrapnel and smoke rising high into the air scarab fighters and an assortment of Mandalorian ships tearing through it as they battle for dominance of the skies. On the ground however the droids clearly have fire superiority even if they numbers are dropping much faster than the Mandalorians, between the strength of destroyer droids and their shields as well as their tanks. One of the hover tanks explodes taking out several of the droids around it as a Mandalorian heavy weapons team focuses their fire. But it is still only a matter of time until the Mandalorians are overwhelmed.

Russ joins the battle, his jetpack flaring several meters above the ground before he drops his blasters already letting off a blistering flurry of bolts. "Come on men! Foward! Fire and move, cover your brothers! We need to close the range, get them within distance of your throwing arms! For Mandalore!" He leads the charge, doing everything he can. Normally in this situation he would have dug in and waited for support. But the droids to not fear death and they will keep advancing, better to attack them on his terms.

"Don't go breaking my ship, even if I die I'll come after you." With that, she waits for the Twi'lek to take the controls before she moves towards the loading ramp. It had been far too long since she'd been in this sort of real fight anyway.

When the ramp opens? She doesn't have to wait for Sienn to bring the ship lower, a nod to Asiir and she moves forwards. Her jetpack igniting to guide her swiftly to the ground before she finds a landing not far from Russ. There was too much fire coming this way and they weren't going to lose the leader of their cause to a bunch of droids if she had anything to say about it. This might just be a chance to go all out...

Asiir looks to Narsai as she walks to the boarding ramp which begins to open before the ship has touched down. As she leaps out of the open hatch, and her jetpack begins to flare, the Cathar's eyes narrow in a way that shows he is clearly not impressed. Reaching up to the comms unit that is fitted into his ear, he flips the device on and he says, "Damnit. I keep telling you I need one of those things. Watch this." He steps away from the open ramp and says, "Sienn, leave the ramp open and don't go in for a landing yet. When I say, I want you to fly over the largest concentration of enemies, got it?" With that, the Cathar sets off at a run to the cargo hold of the Thunderheart. He spends some time sliding crates aside, overturning other supply crates that stand in his way before he finds an empty supply barrel. He begins whistling as he turns the heavy cylinder onto it's side and rolls it through the ship to the maintenance corridor. Opening the maintenance hatch to the engines, the Cathar peers inside and eyes the various components making the ship fly before he locates the discharge valves for the ships Deterium and Tritium supply. "Be ready for a little dip," he says into the comms, turning both valves and rerouting the supply from the engine to the barrel he has. Sienn will notice a sluggishness begin to take over the Thunderheart, warnings flashing in the cockpit as the Cathar fills his tank. As soon as he shuts the valve off the engine stabilizes and normal flight is resumed. Capping the barrel back off, Asiir goes to turn the barrel back to it's side but is not ready for the weight. "Fuck!" he yells as the barrel falls over and smashes his foot, only to go rolling from the maintenance corridor. "No, no, no!" he calls out as he hobbles after the rolling barrel which clangs into a wall. Breathing a sigh of relief, Asiir catches up to the barrel of explosive ion engine matter and rolls it through the ship toward the open boarding ramp. "Okay Sienn!," he yells. "Get us over them!"

"Don't worry, Princess. I want to get home too." Sienn says and takes the controls as the Mandalorian woman heads for the ramp. "I have it under control." She straps herself into the pilot's chair and grabs the controls. "Understood." Sienn says over the comm in response to Asiir. She moves Thunderheart so it's over the largest concentration of droids, as the Cathar is hoping for. "There you go. Only loitering for a second. Make it count."

The T'surr sets up near enough to provide covering fire for anyone till they get setup on the ground, Russ and Narsai being the first of their group that he meets up with and begins to add his own barrage of gun fire to those around the two Mandalorians. "Feyrr ready...

The T'surr sets up near enough to provide covering fire for anyone till they get setup on the ground, Russ and Narsai being the first of their group that he meets up with and begins to add his own barrage of gun fire to those around the two Mandalorians. "Feyrr ready..." He lets out a bestial roar to try, its what he knows, even if the droids aren't effected by it, still it might help in being a rallying call to those that were on their side of things.

"If you are ready then lets go! Narsai lead the way." Russ charges foward leading the supercommandos in what should be a suicidal charge against the droids. But Narsai is covering them with her saber and his sister seems to move faster than lightning with that blade. But even that alone would not be anywhere near enough to turn the tide of this battle. The droids Scarabs in the sky however are losing their battle for dominance of the skies. And Firesprays and Mandalorian gunships like the Krayt can lay down a hell of a lot of firepower. Heavy blasters and concussion missiles scatter the remains of droids over the battlefield. But they cannot slow down enough to do precision targetting against their tanks, not while the skies are still contested.

Even with Narsai leading the charge, her lightsaber a blur not every blast can be deflected. His golden armour takes some hits carbon scoring over the lovingly crafted armour. But the blasters are old and this is the finest Beskar'gam crafted for a military leader. It will not fall quickly. His blasters blaze as Narsai's sabre swings, any gaps in her defences filled by his blasts of molten plasma.

It had been too long since she'd had reason or excuse to use it in battle, to most she'd kept it a secret. Perhaps this was an expression of trust in the new recruits, or perhaps Narsai simply felt the battle called for more than her usual blaster could provide. The snap-hiss of the weapon extends the humming violet blade and then she charges forwards, weaving and deflecting bolts as best she can, offering cover for those that can return fire and cutting down the treats she can reach in swift strokes of the plasma blade.

Asiir is holding tight to his barrel of explosive ion engine fury, desperately trying to keep the barrel from rolling free too soon and landing on his own allies. Feeling the ship begin to arc and then glide, the Cathar's eyes see the sea of metal below that is the mass of the droid army. He grits his teeth and growls as he begins to push, and as the barrel reaches the decline, he allows gravity to do the work and the durasteel barrel picks up speed as it rolls and then plummets into open space. "Alright!" he yells into the comms, "Get us out of here!" He dives and grabs for the cargo netting, trying to find purchase in the surely to come evasive maneuvering from the blast to come.

The barrel plummets through open air in an almost graceful type of slowly revolving fall. It seems harmless enough, the dark gray material casing the churning volatile materials inside. Sienn had them positioned perfectly over the largest concentration of the droid army and the barrel crashes straight into their midst, crushing a droid to the ground. One startled droid shoots at the barrel reflexively, but the bomb has already been lit. With a massive earth rumbling roar, the durasteel gives way, too fragile to contain the sudden annihilating fury from the violent gasses exploding. Flames and explosive force shoot out in a wide ring around the explosion, as well as straight up toward where the Thunderheart hopefully will not be.

Moving forward with the Mandalorians, Feyrr watches while the bomb explodes amidst the droids ahead of them. He rors again, he runs towards the break in th droid lines, reaching down to take up a ruined arm that had been blown off a droid previously. The smoke and chaos of the bomb allows him to get close enough to one of the hovertanks. Jumping up onto it and with a quick movement bebetween turret blasts shoves the droid arm into the barrel. HE jumps clear, the mass moving the tank to the side and the barrel swings around trying to fire at the bulkly alien. When it does next the barrel explodes and the tank tilts tot he side for a moment, it still can move, but it won't be dealing massive damage fromt he main cannon anymore. Feyrr lands and rolls behind the advancing lines of Mandalorians once more and rises to regain his bearings on the fight. Enough in time to see the damaged tank go down in a hail of gun fire form the ranks advancing on the droids.

"CHARGE! INTO THE BREACH MEN!" Russ yells loudly, his voice echoeing through the comm unit of every Mandalorian that makes up his elite supercommando and honour guard corp. The explosion is blinding and defeaning, the HUD in the Mandalorians helmets glitching and flickering for a few moments as the EMP dampeners struggle to keep up with the massive blast. There is a huge hole now in the droids formation, dorectly infront of the huge imposing foundry blast doors.

Russ charges foward again at the head of his men, his sister his constant shadow and guardian. "Foward men! If we don't capture the foundry this is all for nothing, they will wear us away!" His pistols glow white hot as the finally cuts through the last droids guarding the foundry blast doors, his men struggling valiantly to keep the breach open behind him. He slams his back agaainst his sisters "All or nothing once again, huh!" He yells as he continues blazing away at the droids surrounding him, trusting his sister not to fall behind him and praying that the barrels of his weapons do not melt and rupture. "Give them everything you have men! Keep them back. Engineers get your asses up here. I need these doors gone! Now!"

         Up above the battle for the sky is nearly won. The scarabs in the end not standing much of a chance against the ingenuity of the Mandalorian pilots or the firepower gifted to them by the masterful creations of Mandalmotors. And of course the Thunderheart as always proving itself to be a master of the skies even free of the control of Narsai. This allows the Krayt gunships and Firesprays to low down blistering salvos of concussion missiles and heavy laser fire into the droids ranks.

Navi charges out among the bodyguard, at the flanks, keeping her heavy G8 rifle level at her ribs and firing from the hip at anything that gets in front of her. She doesn't squeeze off terribly many shots from the heavy weapon, but anything hit with it tends to stagger or just go down in a shower of sparks.

Swapping powerpacks, she pauses next to the door Russ is wanting breached, bringing the rifle to her shoulder at last and dropping to one knee. Without the rushing of before, she can place her shots better, and those staggers turn into spark-spraying collapses of metal murder machines intent on killing her brothers and sisters in arms. Occasionally she glances at the sky to mentally cheer on Thunderheart as the custom freighter makes light work of the enemy's aerial assets.

"Anything less would be dull!" Narsai's voice calls back, helmet communications the only real means through which she'd be heard over the sounds of explosions, death and the hum of her lightsaber intercut by the sparking of the blade against incoming blaster fire. The skies were almost theirs, which ment soon their craft would be able to rain destruction down on the droid army, but those blast doors were a hell of an obsticle. "I don't know how quickly we're getting through this!" she calls, "We might have to go around it if we can't find the firepower."

Then again, the thing about droids? There were ways to turn them off. Less units blown up might nearly work to their favour come to think of it. She turns her gaze upwards now, they were close enough to the foundry that she might be able to check out its layout or towers at this proximity. "If we can get to their command center, we might be able to remove the bulk of their forces in an instant!"

One thing armor had an advantage in this way was that Feyrr was able to get far closer, ignoring some blasts even as before it might have been a far more fatal move. But following the others, his large hands swing back and forth, one driod even getting close enough that he brings both down atop it and it crumples and breaks as it is pounded into the ground. A dozen or so are tossed around to either break or atleast be downed for a moment, that is when he gets tot he doors like the and begins to lay down some of his own fire fomr his blaster rifle.

Sienn keeps an eye over the battlefield at the controls of Thunderheart. "Where's this command center?" the Twi'lek calls over the comm system. "I could pick you all up again and drop you off there." She puts the ship through its paces, trying to clear the sky.

"Well that would be the plan! If you see an easier way to get in, then take it! But this is all I have." Russ growls as another blast hits his once glittering golden armour, the blaster fire turned away at the last minute by the strength of his beskar'gam. It is a good thing droids are programmed to aim for center mass where the Mandalorian armour is at it's thickest.

The engineers quickly get to work, huge charges being placed strategically around the door some with the help of their jetpacks. The aim is not to blow through the almost impossibly thick blast doors so much as it is to blow through the walls that contain the blast doors so that the thick armour slabs can fall free. He shakes his head as he hears Sienns voice come over his communications. "It is in the depths of the facility. The trade federation were not as stupid as some assume. They did not make it vulnerable to external attack."

Mandalorians are still falling all around them, many more of them wounded than dead. Their armour saving them. At least for now, although their medics are going to be truly overwhelmed. The air strikes of the Mandalorians are having devastating effect against the droids, but there is only so much help from high can do.

Navi stands and maneuvers herself between an engineer and the droids, then drops back to a crouch and begins to fire again. The G8 roars again and again, in a slow, steady pattern of fire, its heavy jacketed barrel faring better than most barrels under the intense heat of rapid fire, but the muzzle still glows red. "Smart Feddies... little /too/ smart, I say," she says, unaware that her comlink is registering and transmitting her sentiments.

The droids just keep coming. It seems that every droid that goes down is swiftly (though not immediately) replaced by another. "Think we're dentin' 'em... did anyone bring a spare powerpack? 'Cause I'm gonna run out pretty soon at this rate!"

"I would crash a Scarab in there if I could rig it for remote piloting." Sienn calls. "I guess that's a use for drone fighters."

"I'm no slicer!" Narsai yells, ironically sweeping her lightsaber horizontally to sever the head off a droid that closes in distance before she looks slidelong for a control pannel. There's usually exterior controls of some kind, but she probably needs more time than she'll get to even think about a bypass. "Sienn," she calls, activating her comlink. "Take the thunderheart above and launch whatever missiles you have left paralell to the doors. Try and find a soft spot or something. If you can see a way in call it out!" Feyrr fires rythmically, but continueessly, the one thing he has learned lately from hunting to war, make each shot count, yes in both, but in war there are far more targets. Witht he mass of droids it was hard not to miss them as shot after shot of the blaster takes one down or two sometimes of course. He looks back now and again to se what is going on witht he door, but breif glances are all he can afford.

"Get down." Russ yells over his comm to the supercommandos accompanying him tell inform him over the command channel that the charges are set. He activates his jetpack and uses it to give him extra speed as he clears out of the doorway, keeping his armoured body low to the ground. Then the ground shakes and and a huge plume of black bursts up into the air as the explosives go off gigantic splinters of shrapnel flying through the air as the armoured doors and walls are rocked by the blast.

Russ turns and prepares to charge through the doorway, only to see that it has not fallen. The structure looks worse for wear and their are huge rends in the door and surrounding walls many support columns showing now that the facade has been torn away. Russ keys his comm unit once again as he fights to keep despair from showing in his voice. "Sienn, Sion I need you to target the doorway with everything you have got. Bring down the warth of the Thunderheart and the Kryat dragon down on that door." He nods to his sister as he says it. Not long now.

Navi doesn't need to be told twice. She uses her jump pack to execute a low-altitude distance jump to get clear of the door and its explosive attachments. None too soon, either. She's barely clear when the charges go off, and is almost spilled on her backside on landing.

Shaking her head to clear the dizziness, she looks back at the door in disbelief, coordinating her fire with his. "Geez... thick door! What have we got left, Boss?" she cries, hastily dropping back to her crouch near Feyrr and beginning to fire into the droid mob once more. "Just tell me when to move!"

Hitting the door with everything they've got? That probably requires getting the hell away from the blast radius. Navi had called the warning out none the less, now they have to be able to get away from the very spot they'd fought to. "Don't go getting blown up now!" she warns the others, signalling for Feyrr to move as the four-armed warrior draws near.

And somethng Feyrr likes to hear, gotten the command to wade back into the fray. He rises up a mountain of a creature and his arms go wide, "I am Feyrr!" And the like that he is crouched down and running out into the masses of droids. Yeah even they didn't expect something like that and most shots go wide, a few singing skin, glancing as he swings this way and that with his large arms. The little ones now and then grabbing a flailing limb of a droid to grab and really only follow the larger arms then let go sending driods flying this way and that. IT was a distraction and a way for the others to get away fomr the door a little, bit something to keep up for long as the droid masses begin to converge on the ruckus Feyrr is causing.

There's a lull in the fighting in the sky, at least right around Thunderheart for the moment. "I wonder if I should water these plants yet?" Sienn wonders to herself. "Hmm. They seem to be doing alright."

The salvo from the Krayt gunship and the Thunderheart is pretty devastating. Those ships can be used to turn minor capitol ships to slag, so no matter how well armoured this door is it is in for a hell of a show. And on top of that is is already exposed and teetering. The missiles punch deep into the door the weakened and twisted metal no defence against the armour piercing warheads. With an ear splitting crack the doors are torn asunder and the grounds shakes as huge metal pillars fall to the earth. A huge cry sounds from hundreds of Mandalorian throats as they charge into the depths of the foundry.

Russ quickly barks out his orders. "You all know your part in the plan now get to it. Protect the technicians while they take control of the various hardpoints around the base and then dig in until we can overide the master console. One last push men and this place is ours." With that Russ leads his only his honour guard and most trusted merceneries deeper into the facility, their goal that master control terminal.

As they push deeper into the facility the lack of droids is almost eerie even if the lound pounding of heavy machinery is heard throughout the entire facility churning out the death machines. But not a single droid is in sight. And not a single man apart from the Mandalorian party. And then it all happens at once. All around them from the shadows a loud humm echoes out, the electric pink tips of their staffs illuminating the threat. Magnaguard.

"Boss? Next time I volunteer to come with you all the way on one of those jobs? Stun me and leave me aboard the ship, 'kay?" Navi asks softly, bracing her rifle and sweeping its muzzle across several of the metal thugs with their glowing-tipped staves. "I think I'm gonna hate the color pink forever after this."

"I'd only heard stories about these things," Narsai's words come softly from beneath the cover of her helmet. The glowing staves and advancing droids are too many for her to go engaging all at once and flamethrowers are hardly going to work. These things were ment to be a match for Jedi, but then...so were Mandalorians.

"Blast them!" she calls, perhaps jumping her brother's order as she surges forward, intending to engage one of the droids with her blade.

When it comes to this, these things had never seen a rampaging Feyrr or dealt with sometihng so good with its large hands. He lets the other mandalorians imply their guns, the T'surr roars and goes straight at one of the driods himself. "Feyrr hates driods.", his bellow loud and clear for the whole place to hear him as he quickly makes the gap between him and his target dissappear.

Navi fires on the closest Magna-Goon, the bulky G8 howling and spitting a long bolt of coherent light. She inwardly curses the heavy rifle's slow cyclic rate as it recharges in the wake of her attack, braced to defend herself against the pink-tipped staves.

The magnaguards made one mistake, or maybe it was their programmer that made the mistake. Either way Russ will make sure that his programmers have a good long look at te droids cods when this place is his. Who programs droids like that with intimidation protocols? They should have launched a proper ambush when they had the chance. A nod to his sister as she orders the attack. This should be good. These things were meant to be a match for Jedi. And Mandalorians love to prove themselves against Jedi.

Russ rockets back as the blazing staff comes down where he once stood. The damn things even attack like Jefi, their servos lending them much explosive power. It is not enough. His customised blaster handcannons let loose with a blistering barrage of plasma, the droids thick armour reduced to slag as the bolts designed to punch through armour do exactly that. The droids inner workings melding together under the extreme heat.

Narsai charges into the fray, violet blade humming and hissing as she parries and slashes. There's actually a moment of suprise from the Mandalorian woman when the glowing ends of the stave manage to deflect her energy sword, but it only lasts a moment before she twists and brings the blade up, slicing the droid in two halves from bottom to top.

The droid perhaps didn't really expect that, and with as quick as Feyrr can make it his fists are swinging, the first catching the droid in the leg, and then the second comes smashing down on top to knock the droid to the ground. And the T'surr only roars more at the thing as it goes down, Still even if it isn't taken out he sees what he does as the greatest thing a T'surr can do to the metal toy things.

The jetpack is not enough to save Russ. It allowed him to take out one, bbut left him wide open for another. The mechanical beast takes advantage of its mighty servos and the tall building with lots of hard metal springboards. It leaps. It's feet biting in deep as it tears from object to obbject making its way higher its movements almost a blur bbefore it leaps at Russ. The staff it is carrying slams into Russ's back. The shock tears through his body and he is unprepared as the droid launches at him agaain landing another savaage blow.

But he is Mandalore for a reason. And Mandalorians smile in the face of death. It leaps for him again, but this time the warrior is prepared. He cuts power to his jetpack, falling out of the creatures path. His blasters extend before him and fill the space he had just vacated with plasma. The Magnaguard is sliced clean in two.

A second one of the droids gets him int he side, it had hurt a little and a back swing misses that one, but even as the one on the ground swings the staff and misses Feyrr, his other large hand comes dow to smashit, armor crumpling . The droid pops and dizzes on the grond, bt it won't be getting back up again. Natural rections has him turning on the srcond one, the one that had unjured him.

"You had all better be alright down there." comes Sienn's voice over the comms. "If they kill you I'll shove this ship right up their sphincters. They'll feel THAT in the morning, you can bet on that." She clicks off the mic as she waits for a response. "Don't you hurt my princess, bastards."

Two of the staff-waving droids manage to hit Navi, nearly knocking her down. She staggers back a step as she takes a shot at one of the Magna-Goons, but misses. Thankfully, so does the Magna-Goon. Its partner seems to have zigged when it should have zagged and caught a lightsaber or blaster bolt in someplace important, because it's nowhere in sight now.

The advantage witht he charge of the big blue predator seems to have worn off a little, the next wound hurts even more finding a weak spot in Feyrr's armor with a wirling dirvish of motion and somehow getting in behind him. Feyrr grabs his blaster and spins on the droid firing, the first one not hitting but the second finds it's mark but it isn't enough to take the droid down, only spins it a little t the side. And it still comes at him looking to get another attack t try and end it.

Somewhere in their 'brain', the droids Narsai are engaging seem to have dug out their programming for fighting lightsaber-wielders. Narsai is no Jedi, her slashes and strikes coming with a styling taken from Mandalorian blade techniques are weaved and twisted around by the combat robots until she finally sidesteps and manages a slash to cut it down once more. So far she'd been lucky enough not to be injured, but the others around her have taken injuries and she can't fight these things alone.

The fact that Feyrr had even taken one down by hand would be impressive for anyon in the sstyl of armor he had and weapons, mostly he had his strength, but the second one had clearly gone into a quick moving series of maneivers to move withing the T'surr's reach and fat enough not to have gotten hit again. It swings the staff around and throws it backward in a jab behind it and it connects sending pink energy once more into Feyrr's body. This time it is one too may hits then even the big giy can take and he goes down in a slump. Out cold and clearly unconscios.

Russ's jetpack flares just before he hits the ground, it is not enough to stop him impacting but it does stop him from splattering the inside of his armour with his organs. He rolls quickly to the side as a staff slams where he once was. He lashes out with his foot aiming to sweep his enemy from his feet. A huge clang rings out as the droid goes nowhere. Should have seen that coming. He jetpack blazes again and sends him hurtling along the floor his armoured body creating a shower of sparks as he moves. He flips over his legs coming up against a wall as he propels himself in the opposite direction. His blasters flare, most of his shots going wide until his entire body plows into the droid. You can't miss at point blank range. The weight of his armoured body, the thrust of his jetpack and the murderous heat of his blasters bblow the droid into many different pieces of scrap metal.

A thought comes to Sienn on board the Thunderheart. She sets the ship'to-ground comms to broadcadt on all frequencies, hoping the installation can hear her. "Attention Droid factory! Surrender immediately or we will crash this ship into your base at maximum velocity. It will destroy you and us both, but we are Mandalorians and do not fear death - only failure and dishonor. You have one standard minute to comply. At least if you surrender some of you shall remain useful to serve rather than being part of irradiated pile of rubble and twisted metal. Surrender!"

Narsai moves to twist, continuing her fencing match with the droids, cutting another down before her next side-step brings her into a viewing position of seeing Feyrr to fall. Activating her own jetpack, she rushes backwards, landing herself by the unconcious T'surr. "Damn it, I don't want to be carrying you out big guy."

Barely hearing the sounds of droids being violently dismantled within thirty feet of her, Navi ducks the backswing of a pink-tipped staff. "Geez..." she murmurs, cutting herself off with a sudden cough, dodging to one side and raising the muzzle of the G8. "Ditch the baton, can-head..." she growls, squeezing the trigger.

The G8's long crimson bolt catches the Magnaguard right in its midsection, cutting it right in half. As one half joins the other on the floor with an almighty crash, she sags against a nearby wall, coughing.

"'Cause you are /way/ too... ugly to be a majorette..!" She hugs her bruised and battered ribs with one arm, wrestling off her helmet with the other and spitting out a mouthful of blood. "Gods, this hurts..."

Russ turns as the heavy body of his ally hits the ground, his pistols blaze and the droid is two slow to move the damage Feyrr caused telling as its last few movements before its death are jerky and slow. He speaks calmly into his comm now that the battle appears to be well under control even if they do have a casualty and he can feel the burns and wounds across his body. "We need a medivac enroute to the master control centre. One casualty. Need an extra large stretcher and some strong hands." Russ shakes his head as he launches himself back into combat. The faster they are done here the faster they can shut down all of these droids saving dozens of Mandalorian lives.

Navi winces as she looks at Feyrr, lying there in the wake of a Magnaguard attack. "You bastard..." she murmurs, bringing up the rifle with a painful grunt and squeezing off another shot. It goes wide. The Magnaguard lunges at her and swings, but cleaves a gash in the wall inches over her head instead.

"Should've got a ruler instead, Can Man," she snarls, pressing the G8 against its chest and triggering another shot. The barrel skates against the metal instead of catching solidly, but most of the blast drives home, the rest venting around the edge of its torso. She readies herself to duck, in case it still has some spark left in it...

Another slash, another slice, Narsai is a blur of beskar'gem and violet light, clashing her weapon with theirs until she manages to get the upper hand, severing one arm then the other before bringing her weapon down tweo-handed through the Magna-guard's chasis. It falls, sparking, but she's already rounding on the next.

Finally the last Magnaguard falls to the ground joining the bodies of their comrades, and of course the motionless but still breathing Feyrr. Russ nods his head to Navi. "Stay here. Watch over Feyrr until the medics arrive. I think that may have been their last ditch effort to maintain control of this foundry." He moves off with his sister towards the control room, making sure the way is clear for the techs to get through. And it is. Before too much longer what remains of the droid army is powered down, going inactive until they can be proprely reprogrammed to follow the commands of the Mandalorian revivers. The medics are quick and efficient, quickly dressing Feyrrs wounds before taking him to the triage area to await his turn in one of their limited bacta tanks.

Navi nods to Russ, coughing again and spitting out another mouthful of blood. "Got it, Boss," she says, in a strained voice, only to be interrupted by another fit of coughing. "Gods... that hurts like... I'm not really goin' anywhere until they put my spleen back in, anyway..." She wipes at her lips with the back of her hand and slumps against the wall, leaning heavily on the rifle.