Log:Mandalorians: A Little Excessive
Kora: No One Left Behind
OOC Date: February 5, 2020
Location: Ealor, Echoy'la Morut
Participants: Zee'Roh Kora, Evie Leven, Ca'tra Kora, Tara Sur, Kirioth Kora and Hadrix Kora (GM) Clan Kora
Visitors to the clan home of Kora find they have to be 'air taxi'd' over. With visitors like Tara are rare occurrences, enough so that the sights of lights showing ships leaving hyperspace opposite of the normal Spice Terminus jump beacons, and closer to Ealor are enough to draw attention.
Zero and Gripper, recon, scouting, slicing droids regularly get feeds from planetary sensors... Gripper insists on the connections - she and Hadrix expect Zee and her compatriot have similar paranoias and has never bothered to ask... Likely no one in Kora has. There are some things that are constants.
The new streaks in the heavens rapidly grow closer, a half dozen, the smoke and flame of reentry burning at ship shields while alarms feed into sensor systems, sending out alerts. Weapon systems are powered, they're engaging.
Zee'Roh is monitoring the comms traffic around Ealor and notes new signatures, which isn't that strange given the station in orbit, but more so when they get closer to the planets surface. Frowning behind her helmet, especially knowing Tara was already on planet, she switches the sensors to a direct beam scans... <<"Unknown signatures inbound..">> Zero and Gripper work their magic, but it's almost too late.
When the assault begins, Zee was ready for it. That doesn't mean she's not in danger, but she's running for cover almost as soon as the attack commence. Checking the load on her rifle before setting it off to the side to bring what meager defenses the new base has to combat the incoming attacking ships. <<"We do, but nothing that is going to hold them off for long..">>
Roth was coming back from the beach, which meant the Arkanian had her helm in her hands, but, when things start going off she shoves it onto her head, "Well...kriff!" she growls out as she starts to run. Gotta get to some kinda cover before the incoming gets there. <<We got company! Though I'm sure everyone else noticed already.>> she states over the comms.
Face upward as she listens to the wail of sirens, Ca'tra stands as still as a statue for what feels like an eternity. Only in her black kote, fresh out of the refresher after working out till her muscles burned with a promise of a long hot soak before bed, she shoves her feet into her boots while grabbing her armor kit. Rigorous about keeping her armor ready to use and at hand, she grabs the net carrying bag, holster and med bag on the run towards the main hall. Shouting, "Zeeee! Status!" Forcing herself to stop, she is armored in what might amount to a personal record.
Explosions accompany her run to Zee's side, <"Copy that. Do we know what we are facing?">>
<<"I'm okay!">> Rolling back to her feet, Tara resumes her quest for cover, finally making it to safety. <<"Incoming look like freighters with extra turrets, probably getting used as gunship standins! On an attack run!">>
Zee is reading tactical data from the long range scans and arial footage from Gripper and Zero. There's another window showing the various signatures of clan Kora and Tara, who is almost always uplinked to her HUD. <<"No landing crafts, these are drop ships. I am highlighting potential drop points. Roth and Tara, you are both more close ranged, set up in the courtyard. A large force will be landing in this position based on my analysis. Ca'Tra, you are with me. We will provide covering fire for Roth and Tara closing the distance.">>
<<Ships look like they've been modified, probably expecting a dozen on each. Someone is definitely about to storm the castle. So, we should definitely let them know they are not welcome.>> Roth states over the comms. <<Setting up in the courtyard.>> she relays over the open comms as she skids into the courtyard and draws her swords. Time to get to slicing and dicing.
Muttering to herself over open coms, <"I'll make them welcome, welcome tothe working end of my blaster. On your six, Zee." Ca'tra moves with Zee, gun in hand and med bag slung over her shoulder.
The ships roar in, swiveling and opening their hatches for drop ropes to the ground, humanoids in masked armor hitting the ground, visored helmets, face plates, almost a dozen in lighter plates and carbines while heavier armed forces, some with drop jets to take them to the ground... and one massive gamorrean who simply drops, cracking stone when he hits and squealing shrilly as he raises a vibro-ax overhead.
It's the initial chaos, the beach landing, looking for cover and reinforcement points before they make their push - unfortunately for them it is also a moment that the defenders can get their first licks in.
The freighters continue on, preparing to arc back around, soon.
<<"Copy! Roth, Divide and conquer, I'm gonna light these shabuir up.">> Tara gets in position below one of the ships, waiting in cover for the sensor feed to show her the right moment to attack. And when the closest troops are about a foot off the ground, she pops up, presses the firing stud, and sweeps the weapon from left to right. There's a fwoosh, followed by screaming. Oh, the screaming. <<"Hey, guess who isn't using full seal armor?">>
Zee'Roh slides into cover as the Troops begin to descend, but she only has eyes for the big green guy who cracked the cement. Her rifle comes up over the top of the stack of crates, leaning into the stock as she tracks across the Gamorreans line of progress and fires off a shot with a sharp report. The slug connects with his right leg and tears a chunk through the thick flesh. The second hits center mass just along the breast plate, cracking directly through, and plowing through his heart like a piston. He still manages to take a few steps, but those are the last, falling forward onto his knees with a grunt... and then face first with his chubby legs flung up behind him, until they too settle.
<<"Nice shooting Tara. Keep the pressure.">>
<<"We can do this!">> Roth states over the comms, the Arkanian was just waiting to close the distance. And soon, she got what she wanted. The armored white haired haired woman takes off at a charge, going right into the fray with both vibroswords cutting into armor and flesh beneath, the slight smell of singed flesh could be smelled if you were close, but, it doesn't bother her. She goes about trying to take down as many as possible before they can hit the home.
Hunkered down not far from Zee'roh, the doctor lines up her shots carefully. She has less range on her blaster than the rifles so every shot must count. The first to fall was already suffering from a wound inflicted by Roth, limping forward until her blaster sets him into the last spin of his life. This attracts a little attention to her quadrant by the strike trooper charging next to him. A breath and two slow squeezes of the trigger puts two bolts into a vulnerable spots on him, he staggers and then drops in place before she sighting the next enemy.
A cyclonic maelstrom of crimson energy bolts break out all around. Weapons screaming, stone blackening or burning, some even on target ricocheting off of Mandalorian forged plates.
Zee's tactical knowledge and application enough to keep the others generally out of harms way, and even throwing off the chance of aerial support for the enemies for the time, allowing them only to drop hatches and another quartet of green porcine aliens hit, roaring and looking for blood.
A blaster bolt spangs off Tara's shoulder, and she pivots as the rather unfortunate trooper who drew her attention rapidly decides he has someplace better to be. This is very good for him, since the area where he and his two friends WERE is now suddenly on fire. <"Run, Aruetiise! Run for your lives and we might just spare them!"> Is that... Maniacal laughter? Tara may be having more fun that is legal with a flamethrower, but at least it's good psychological warfare...
Zee'roh realizes almost instantly that she's poked the pen in the party hog. When most of the guns turn in her direction and begin to fire upon her position she has to drop back behind cover.. which is eat up with blaster bolts, dinting and leaving scortch black marks. She comes back over the top to fire, but after being suppressed, it's not worth much more than dropping ma few heads back behind their own cover.
Roth's still over there trying to do the iron butterly with the strike troops, moving in and out and cutting as she does. She can feel the heat from the flames crawl up her neck just a little and she tries to push the remaining towards it to throw them off for a second. She wasn't worried about being outnumbered, but, she didn't want to give them higher ground to retreat to.
The enemy came in meaning to overwhelm but hitting a well defended position is a costly affair. Ca'tra wants it to hurt badly especially since they are concentrating fire on Zee'roh. "No. You. Don't." Popping over the top of the large stone she uses for cover she sight first one strike trooper freshly off the transport and getting his bearings. The detached leg won't help him with that, he is out of the fight. The next dances inadvertently as he takes a shot in the right arm and spins for her to finish one in the place where the sun doesn't shine. It shines no more for him either.
The heavy gunners are down, felled and cast about like flinders of wood under the hail of blaster assaults. The last burbling wetly, laying there, no more sunshine... quenched and cast over. There's fear in the shots of of the dwindling trooper numbers, blaster carbines spitting fire as the Gamorreans charge.
Surprisingly fast for their size, barely armored, axes held high as they move in on a devastating assault on the Koras and the lone Sur. Blades designed to cut through durasteel, flesh, bone. Flensing strikes.
And then the sky opens again, green and red ships guns churning up ground and setting grasses on fire as one of the trees explodes when its sap is flash boiled in its entirety, illuminating the courtyard in flickering gold between the trees and undergrowth.
Ordinarily, the troopers with the ranged weaponry would take priority though. This time... The mir'osiks are attacking her girlfriend, Tara tucks and rolls, getting to a new piece of cover and a new angle, and unleashes hell once more. One of the pig-like aliens who was attacking Zee starts doing his best impression of a sentient torch, which should hopefully scare the osik out of his companions. And get across the idea thet messing with mandalorians is a BAD IDEA.
Zee leaps out of cover on her rockets, firing just enough to carry her the distance to the midst of the attacking force with the blaster pistol leaping out of her magnetic holster. Upon landing, she begins firing, shooting one of the Shock Troopers in the left leg twice, basically taking it off at the knee.
Roth is blown sideways, her rockets not kicking off due to the blast and not being able to adjust. She hits the dirt, but, rolls and tries to pop back up swingings. She misses most of her targets, but, manages to hit one in the leg and badly wounds them.
Unrelenting fire comes from her people who are beginning to suffer under the superior numbers of the enemy. She fires once, making a trooper stumble with a good wound to the leg. Medical training has her calculating whether she nicked an artery. Inadvertently over coms she yells <"What the drek is he thinking?"> The limper tries to zig zag and shows her his rear as he stumbles again. Ca'tra shoots him in the ass, dropping him on the spot.
<<"Tar'ika, that flying fireball is about to charge you... take a post position and get ready. Zero, I need you to find me that comm signal and attempt to jam it!">> Zee surveys the landscape, standing amidst the attackers. <<"Two on me, Roth, I am going to need some support. Ca'tra, you should be good behind cover, but you have one tracking you.">>
Numbers are dwindling, and the ships pass by overhead again, turret and cannon fire smashing into trees or blackening the stones of the fortress. Gamorrean screams fill the air and one of the passing craft hovers a moment, loudspeakers and a holobroadcaster engaging, showing a humanoid figure with its mouth and jaw covered by a rough scarf and voice distorted.
"Clan Kora! This is retribution! We will crush you! Surrender now and die mercifully, fight us and we'll chain you... sell you... There are always gladiator pits!"
The remaining quartet of troopers continue to pour fire at the mandalorians, while a gamorrean charging after Tara gasps and falls, cooking. While Ca'tra is in cover she continues to be harried by the porcine assailant trying to hack her down and the two that Zee left behind give chase, axes held high, one huffing and falling behind the other.
<<"Copy, Zee'ika.">> Tara's jetpack arms with an almost inaudible whine, HUD shifting to flight mode. A jet of flame sprouts from her back and the hunter lifts off out of the way of the charging gamorrean, a much larger gout spurting from her flamer and igniting two shock troopers as she flies over. Rounds slam into her armor, but the Mando shrugs them off and drops back into a more strategic firing position. <"You Di'kuts can leave at any time, otherwise I'm gonna keep making Aruetii Flambe!">
Roth hears Zee over the comms, <<On my way.>> she states and then the Arkanian is heading that way. She doesn't manage to hit a Gods forsaken thing on the way though. <<Remove yourselves or all that will be left of you is ash and blood!>> she calls out the enemies that are left.
Those who might have saw her on Hadrix's ship might have not thought much of her. She spent most of her time curled up in the fetal position, not saying a single word aside from maybe a mumble or two. She looked like an utter mess, too. Hair dishevled, eyes bloodshot and framed by dark circles.
That Evie wasn't fifteen feet tall. /That/ Evie didn't weigh just about eight tons. That Evie wasn't wearing a set of Stormtrooper armor that could fit a small starship, or armed with a pair of heavy repeating rifles.
A voice comes across the suit's vocoder, booming across the battle field. No emotion. Just a simple request spoken in Galactic Basic.
<< "Point me towards the dead men." >>
It's debatable for how long she's going to be able to hold it together, but right now, being quite literally one with the machine? It feels like a warm hug to the broken little pilot. A warm hug that could crush most with cold plasteel. ... she's not sure she wants to take it off. Ever again.
Ca'tra has a moment in which she tongues off coms in her helmet and curses a blue streak, the Assault Suit does nothing to improve her mood especially when it spews very loud, menacing white noise. Catching her breath, she takes aim ignoring the wetness that is expanding from the shoulder wound, each successive missed shot makes this mood change (unusual in the usually sanguine doctor) worse until she is considering going out and throttling something with her bare hands.
Pandamoneum. The best word for it. A mech suit stepping forth and opening fire on Gamorreans that turn to charge towards it, axes raised high. Most don't make it. Vaporized by the TIE pilot in a power suit. The E-Webb equivalent cannons mounted on its arms spitting plasma blasts as big as a human head that core through and cook pig in a trice.
One makes it, manages to swing his ax only to bounce off and look confused for the lack of effect, staring up at the hulk.
And then a ship buzzes by. Hatch open and the figure that tears through the canopy lands with such force that the ground shakes and the creak of its armor is like the shifting of tectonic plates, trunk lifting and trumpeting its rage while lifting up a blaster cannon to rival even Evie's mech.
...Shab, that one's big. Tara reverses her direction of flight, sending another burst of flame at the massive attacker. <<"Hadrix, we could probably use some fire support! This shabuir's got a gun big enough that you could use it for anti-air defense!">>
Zee watches as the figure drops from the passing ship and nearly cracks the durosteel. <<"Tactical analsysis indicates this is the superior threat.">> Said after even a cursory scan.. weapons, armor plating, demeanor... She nods a confirmation and starts shooting.
<<What...the...>> Roth states as she sees not one, but TWO mech suits. <<One is at least on our side!>> she laughs. Then she's missing more shots. Maybe the hit she took had her wonky. She wasn't sure. But the last swing connects!
White teeth bared in a rictus of a grin, Ca'tra aims for the Gamorrean wanting it to be very dead. The first shot going awry spurs her on, the second one she sights very carefully in a sideways stance, arm extended. A bolt hits its chest pushing it back and a high pitched squeal makes the pain in her shoulder worth it.
It's a really strange sensation. Hardwired into the suit as she is, Evie sees as it sees. It moves as she (thinks about) does. The charging Gamorreans legitimately look like infant-sized adults to her, to the point that it takes her a moment to realize that these /aren't/ a herd of children charging at her and she can pull those triggers. The sheer /power/ she feels in command of the suit is something else. Something as intoxicating as the bluest of drinks.
<< "Too bad. If they had more brains then numbers, they would have run away." >>
It's time to do something stupid. Evie feels powerful, Evie feels invincible. Evie... may legitimately have to be talked into getting out of the suit at some point.
<< "Watch this." >>
The giant suit crouches down for a moment, before launching itself into the air towards the ship that flies above the compound, booster jets giving her the extra little boost to catch up to the ship. The suit's clawed feet dig into the hull to make certain that she's not going to get shook off. Then she crouches down over the cockpit. One hand waves a rifle. The other hand points directly into said cockpit and /fires./
The ship makes erratic movements after that shot, with controls either newly unmanned or unresponsive. It shakes. It shimmies, and Evie launches her battlesuit OFF of the ship with a graceful, thruster-aided maneuver to take her back to the ground.
The ship, however? It's headed straight for the lake. With a splash that's heard AROUND THE WORLD (..well, a ways away at least), the enemy vessel is no more.
If the suit could smile, it would be. /Evie/ is, inside.
<<"Copy, Tara">> Hadrix's voice rumbles over comms as he is called, from another section of the battle going on an explosion of automatic blaster fire suddenly tears through the foliage, stitching lines of molten duraplast and plasteel that turn to holes spewing clouds of flash boiled skin and blood. The weaponsfire pouring into the massive creature enraging it further and it charges, roaring and aiming to put a tusk through her, wrap its trunk around, rip, tear. It's forgotten it's gun.
In the lake, the speed of the ship carries it deep enough to crumple its prow, the damage already caused by heavy repeater fire directly in the main command systems compounding to result in a detonation that sends miniature tidal waves in all directions, soaking beaches while the lone gamorrean, injured, angry, confused continues to single mindedly pursue Ca'tra
The massive lead attacker takes a swipe at Zee, and Tara's ENTIRELY leaving anything to risk. She comes in for a landing on the beast's head and lets the flamer hang from its sling, draws the Sentinel from her left hip, and plants a shot straight between her feet. The bolt from the hand cannon punches straight through even the thick armored skull, and the chiss hunter lifts off again, settling to the ground just after her foe comes crashing down. <<"Show's over, Aruetiise. Now shab off before we get /really/ angry.">>
Zee ducks beneath the swing from the massive creature charging her, rolling over her shoulder from a dive to her left. She lays her blaster down against her hip and activates the maglock clamp to hold it in the housing. When Tara leaps out of her jump jet and lands atop the creatures and blows the front of its face off with a shot to the back of the armored skull, she watches with the T-visored helmet cocked to one side. Not stepping back away from the burst of dirt and dust thrown back out from the sliding creature...
Then there's the sound of that splash from the ship being thrown, literally, into the lake. <<"Sitrep.">> Speaking both to the squad as well to Zero above the frey who begins relaying data down to her helmets HUD. There's still targets to kill, however. Whipping her blaster back off her hip, both hands up gripping it, firing as she advances at a dipping run.
Ca'tra stands feet planted wide, unbudging, in the wave of stupid that seems to be crossing the compound. A medical text swims before Ca'tra's eyes as the wide mouthed tusked soldier rushes her. "Gamorreans, an offshoot of base human stock thought to have been gene spliced with porcine DNA...
<"I won't be killed by a piece of bacon!"> she yells and shoots it point blank in the head. It crumples to ground and skids to a half meter of her feet. <"Huh. So much for bacon."> A bit wobbly herself, she announces to the group at large, <"Let me do first aid for those needing it.">
A ship down, over twenty troops and now whoever it was that was gunned down even as it tried to make a last ditch effort. The other ships are moving for atmosphere, moving to report on this failure.
It's quiet again on Ealor... except for the insane cannibals in the jungles. Horrifc jungle monsters.
It's never quiet here, but at least Echoy'la Morut is secure and still in Kora Hands
