Log:Mandalorians: Honor is Life

Mandalorians: Honor is Life

OOC Date: April 16, 2020
Location: Dxun
Participants: Sumi Kora, Hadrix Kora, Kirioth Kora, Karys, Jacali, Vandred, Tara Sur Clan Kora

Point fire and turbo laser lances still chased after the Mandalorian forces as they broke atmosphere, matched to anti-air batteries opening from the surface. A sky filled with fire as the assault craft buck, weave and some simply cease to be, craft of durasteel become clouds of smoke and fire. Some could swear they saw bodies in the blooms of ruin in the garden of destruction filling the sky. Others are focused on the wait to hit the ground fighting. But there was one problem.

<<"We're going to need to shut that firebase up if we want troops nearby, and a clear insert vector. I can open the cargo doors for aerial drop, or we can try to take this big brick right in the middle of them.">>

Below the quick-set walls were up, angled away from the center of the base to make mounting them harder, turrets were swiveling trying to track ground forces disbursing into the jungle clearing.

<<"I vote drop. Lets me angle about five hundred meters out, set up a fire support position. Pretty hard to shoot at ships when you're under fire!">> Tara, for once, isn't sitting down, instead having maglocked her boots to the deck and looped her wrist through an overhead strap. Turns out that having a blaster as long as you were tall maglocked to your back, even in two pieces, kind of precludes seats working correctly. <<"You see anyone you /really/ want dead, mark 'em on the tacmap, and I'll blow their shebs off.">> Definitely not Tara's usual role in a mission, but variety is the spice of life after all.

Adjusting the straps of her armor, Karys braces a shoulder against the hull as she tightens down her equipment. Rocking back and forth the sway of the ship she lifts her head slowly. "I remember the missions where we took the ship right to the front door. Never had a vote but I always did enjoy those," she expresses with a glance toards the pilot seat. Pushing away from the hull she straightens up and readies herself with one hand up along the railing to firmly grip it and check her weapons.Pistols addorn her hips and made ready set to kill instead of stun. A gloved hand quickly lifts to tug down her helmet and settle it firmly into place. Tapping the top of it she gives a thumbs up in the direction of Hadrix and then the others.

<<"Copy, Alor.">> Hadrix's voice returns on comms as the ship is brought into a meteor shower of turbolaser and heavy laser fire that turn the forward shields start to opaque under the barrage.

<"Hey you! Adjust thrust and boost the secondary shield systems!> Barked at the R2 unit that twerps and bleeps at Hadrix, <"I don't speak binary! Just do it!">

"I could help!" "SHUT UP CHITTERER" Gripper and Hadrix snarl at the translator droid mag-locked to Gripper's underside... likely the harsh warbles from Heiyuu a matching admonishing. Poor guy.

The cargo doors lower and begin to part, the lights of the bay going dark and replaced with blue lights.

<"Drop is go, ship is angled, Heiyuu is going to keep us steady."> the big Mandalorian nods to the others. <"On your order, Alor."> wind rushing into the cargo bay turning it into a gale storm roar for those without helmets. Turbolaser fire splashes against the shields, illuminating all a harsh green, another and another.

When the ramp drops and the light goes green, Tara releases the strap, disengages the maglocks, and charges out the door with the rest of them. <<"Express Turbolift to Dar'yaim, going /down/!">> Ah, there's all the adrenaline. She muts her helmet's mic for a moment so she doesn't clog the comms with her yells, angling her descent off to one side towards a particularly good looking patch of cover with clear lines of fire on the base. <<"Don't fire your jets too early, You'd be a sitting mynock up here, especially for those quads! I'll see if I can take out the crews once I set up!">>

Tara's jets flare at about three hundred meters up, the hunter grunting under the G forces. She staggers a bit on the landing, but quickly unclips the two halves of the rifle from her back, slots them together, and sets herself up. Flipping out the bipod, she presses her helmet against the stock and peers into the scope. <<"Ready to go hot on your mark, vod.">>

Karys waits for the others to step forward and jump free of the ship with a chorus of rockets suddenly firing. The wind roaring and the sound of mando's taking off is muffled by her helmet so when Hadrix steps forward Karys moves up beside him. Everything checked and into place her voice modulates. <"I am going to need a ride down."> This given simply as she grabs onto the handle at the side of the ramp, keeping her footing as she settles her weight to the back foot. She waits for Hadrix signal to step forward and in doing so her arm will slip around him as the other pulls her 54 from its locked place at her side.

Sumi glances back up the ramp, the rushing air making her cape flutter. With the helmet on, there was no need to scream, and all the whisping noise of rushing gusts, laser fire, and engines goes unheard in Sumi's headspace. <<"Only one way to die, Mando'ade. Feeding the enemy their guts. Follow me! OYA!">> Turning then, the big-booty Mando stomps the rest of the way down the ramp and leaps off fearlessly, giggling over open comms.

Her first adjustment goes awry, but then her jets fire up. It's a long fall and Tara's point about firing up too soon rang true.

Sumi's HUD transmitted her intended target, though with incoming fire, the Mando had to veer north-west going off course. Primary target indicators switched in the HUD network, and Sumi marked the nearest landing point for attack. In coming in for landing, Sumi's jets fire temporarily, but she hits hard on the ground landing right at the center of the point and immediately going into a crouch.

THUNK!

Like a big heavy chunk of metal. The pain was unbelievable, so Sumi stayed crouched as she instinctively initiated the Staccato cannon's priming sequence and interfaced with her HUD targeting tracking.

"I'll give you a lift down." Roth tells Karys as she steps over to her. "And I promise not to drop you." she tells her. She lets her prepare and then steps off of the drop ship with her. Alright, so Roth isn't really used to carrying folks, but, she doesn't scare the shit out of her at least! <<We're coming to you, Alor. I have a passenger in tow.>> she states.

He's made himself an inch or two taller - just so that it's easier to waddle with Jacali strapped to his torso. "Are you comfortable?" Vandred queries Jacali, as he adjusts some of the straps that bind them together. "I hope you are. We'll try and make this as gentle as possible - if you would be so kind as to keep your arms and legs tucked in at all times, and if we are forced to land uncomfortably, please note that I will attempt to roll us.">>

Of course, as he speaks he keeps walking - so Jacali's really not got much of an option here for comfort and happiness. She's strapped to Vandred. It's not the greatest. <<"Oh. I loaded you with a second water flask -- I didn't want you to get dehydrated down there.">>

Then, probably much to Jacali's ire... Vandred just steps off.

His jetpack flares violently for a moment to stabilize the pair, and then he continues the descent -- broken only by the sudden pull of his jetpack as it fires off repeatedly, slowing the pace of their descent until they reach their landing point. Just before toes touch the ground, he adjusts and lands with a series of sharp small hops - jetpack flaring each time - until the residual force is bled from their descent. His hands move to assist in detatching her from the straps binding them together. He pauses, and his eyes flick over his HUD a few times, relaying positional information. There's a short blip on the comms.

<<"Vandred and Jacali have landed. Relaying our position. We will be breaking for cover.">>

Jacali's mortified expression is contained by her fly-like bug eyed yet otherwise featureless helmet, but the tension of her quivering buttcheeks tells the shapeshifter that she is, in fact, not at all comfortable. She, however, says nothing in response to his comments about being gentle. Behind that mask, her eyes are tightly closed. Her limbs begin to curl in toward her body as she prepares for the nonsense that is about to begin, a quick breath taken in before her voice is finally heard, <<"Oh, do shut--HHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--">> Oh, they're falling. The good doctor is ... definitely displeased. Her seeker droid flies down behind them, single glowing red 'eye' seen as it boogies along, carrying the bulky e-web along with it. "Please. Slow down." It intones, too calmly. "You must slow your descent." It continues, deadpan. "Initial readings suggest the passenger is very distressed." <<"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--">> Distress. This, however, had continued on even after the jetpack has kicked on. When they finally touch down, her limbs all flail out at once, nimble yet frantic hands snapping about as they attempt to detatch her, slapping Vandred several times in the process. <<"UnHAND me, criminal!">>

<"We put the dropship through the front door, Kar'ika."> there's a grin in Hadrix's voice as Karys steps up to him and he gently bumps his helmet to the side of hers, <"See you on the ground."> Watching Roth pick her up and step out, laughing for the suddenness of it before he moves to the edge,

<<"JURKAD'TRATTOK'OR!">> called out as he joins the fall, slamming down behind Sumi in flank posture, bringing his bowcaster up, not commenting on the old woman, and her old knee problems. She has a huge gun.

The Onderonians begin scrambling at the sight of Mandalorians (and that orange haired lady strapped to one) calling to assemble fire teams while some of the turrets try to turn inwards.

Shock and awe have benefitted the attackers today as well, giving them the opportunity to take advantage of the momentary stall from panic.

<<"Cip quad's coming around. I've got you covered, vode.">> Tara flips the scope into thermal to help cut through the smoke, and centers the reticle between the shoulder blades of the gunner. <<"Ash'amur, aruetii.">> The trigger clicks, and the gunner is knocked forward onto the controls, a good chunk of his torso missing. The cannon, meanwhile, keeps right on traversing. Looks like someone took a nap on the controls.

There's a pause of awkward silence as her landing has earned the sudden attention of those around her. <"Hey boys.."> Sumi cries out, and her cannon begins to spit fire, releasing a volley at the cyclic rate that consumes two of the three targets directly ahead of her. The red hue of the firing cannon is perfectly reflected off the exterior reflective silver T-visor of the Mandalorian's helmet. <<"Fan out.. wipe these HUTT SUCKERS out! HAHAHA!">>

<"Yes we did"> comes the amused reply through Karys' modulator as helmets bump. <"You kept me alive too. Its my turn."> Or so she might think. She adjusts on she stands and instead of reaching for Hadrix she nods to Roth, the reflection of the other woman in her own visor, though it is not a T. <"I will remain as still as I can."> This is not a normal event in a drop for her and the rocket seems wholly unreliable in her mind but she reaches out and when Roth gets close slips her arm around her shoulders and switches guns to accomodate for her new pilot.

The ex-vanguard is quick to focus, thrown at first by the loss of the floor beneath her feet but as they pull away.

Thankfully as Roth and she lands, she manages to get her feet with a quick step forward and ducks to the side to give her fellow room to shoot. She fires off two quick shots from her Theed arms while her other is pulling her 54 out. Up the larger cannon rises and the pistol firees up, slamming home.

<<We have safely landed. Thank you for flying Air Kora.>> Roth states as Karys is settled down on the ground. Then the woman draws her swords and gets right to work. The Beskad cuts through the air, slicing into one infantry and then the vibroblade whirrs to life in her hands as she cuts into more.

SLAP. SLAP SLAP. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP.

Vandred's helmeted head rocks back and forth with the slaps as his hands continue their tireless efforts, removing the clips that bind the two together. <<"I'm glad you're okay!">> He offers, altogether too chipper. Even when he's lifting up his E-11. He turns at the sound of gunfire, allowing his HUD to help direct him by process of 'Where is everyone's location beacons at?'. Over there. Oh look. Targets.

He drops to one knee and twists his torso around at an angle, tilting the E-11 in place. His eyeline crosshair leads for a moment, and he pulls the trigger three times. Each red bolt that comes out from the blaster causes his shoulder to rock with recoil.

First and third are the bolts that strike home, hitting the wounded and putting them down for good. He shifts his torso back to look up towards Jacali as he rises, his head tilted so that she knows he's smiling at her. <<"Shall we get your E-Web moved up? Anything you need for me to carry to make it easier?">>

When Vandred speaks of her being 'okay', Jacali snaps back with a menacing hiss, <<"We will speak of this later.">> She promises. Jac's promises are never good promises. She says this, of course, as her Seeker finishes setting up her E-Web in an advantageous position, despite Vandred's offers to help. She storms away from the shapeshifter, adjusting her armour as she goes, straightening the leather and cloth bits, smoothing down her front so that she could passably lie about nothing having happened. When she approaches her E-Web, those golden bug-eyed lenses are turned toward the battle that rages on now, keen gaze flicking from target to target before she spies the turret across the way. The sound of that E-Web powering in preparation isn't likely heard by the others, but the impact of that shrieking crimson bolt likely is, plowing into the tower, but not doing enough to actually topple it. There's a disgruntled sound breathed out before she speaks simply, <<"Reloading.">>

Quiet, of a kind, brought on by the crushing of the force that hesitated. More ships surge overhead, more Mandalorians land, but no ships are being destroyed as turrets of the firebase are now trying to get points on the assault crew. Forces are mounting from the relative left and right forwards of Mandalorians (and Jacali).

Hadrix preps, waiting, looking to Sumi, <"Orders, alor?"> raising his bowcaster and firing towards one of the turrets. The bolt slamming into a transparisteel bubble and exploding spectacularly. Possibly causing another explosion of a less pleasant variety within.

<<"Watch the turbolaser turret. I'm on it.">> Unlike the earlier quad turret, this one actually has a bit of a shield for the gunner. Presumably to protect from the flash and concussion of firing. Unfortunately for him, the SX is rated to punch through light armor plating. There's a wet thud, and a headless body sags loosely in the gunner's seat. ...There's also a fine red mist on the inside of the canopy. <<"Huh. turns out heads pop if you hit 'em with a powerful enough bolt.">>

Sumi lifts her heavy weapon up a moment, its compensator orange hot and smoking, filling the air, for those who could smell it, with the tinge of burned ozone. Sumi glances about, looking at each firing position in question and seeing defenses bucking up. <"Hmmm."> Sumi steps toward a position where she sees a counter flank forming. <<"Alright.. we have a few options as I see it. One: There is a flanking party pushing our position. We have a moment to cause chaos. If someone can rewire this big double turret gun to lock onto the other firing positions, we can defend this spot while the turret takes out the others. If we manage to hold out long enough, well.. we can call down ships the rekk the rest.">>

Sumi pivots to their right and shoulders her cannon, opening fire with the Morellian weapon and cutting down two more soldiers, wounding two others. It's a hail of fire for them to walk into.

Ignoring the turret, Karys focuses her pistols on the incoming infantry. The heavy pistol lifts first and with a focused shot slams into the first unfortunate, leaving a smoking wound. As she comes up with her left hand holding the ligher Theed arms she squeezes off two quick shots. The third lands again as the woman keeps moving, trying to find cover. Until that moment she dances abou tthe open area in an attempt to remain a hard target. A brief glance is made towards Hadrix as she lines herself just out of sight so that the older ancient piece of armor she is wearing is no longer likely to take the brunt of a shot sent her way.

Rather than getting stuck into combat, Vandred pauses for a second to let his eyes wander the inside of his HUD. His left eye moves to his lower left command frame, bringing up a general overview of his jetpack fuel reserves, suit condition, and a scroll of other nonsense in his home tongue. It's easier. The lines, you see, they angle together to help one word have multiple meanings.

Right eye tracks up to the top right, blink-clicking his mini-map to expand and overlay on his iris. Blink. Adjust. Pan. The location data tilted as he lets his E-11 fall back on it's strap, taking a momentary knee to bring over his shoulder his A280. The heavy weapon is put on active and gives the audiable dull whine to his senses. Left eye tracks the environment while the right pans through the map. Momentary discomfort and dizziness adjusted by adjustment of vestibular system to avoid nausea. Swallow. Blink. Back together now.

<<"Up here, Jac. Optimal position for your weapon. I'll attract any oncoming fire so you can reposition.">>

Then he's up and running. Hop, skip, hop. It almost looks uncanny, the way his torso and legs reposition themselves. It's easier when one isn't overly concerned about blending in. He takes to a pile of rubble that has a raised lip, offering a perfect position for something like an E-Web to cause some real issues. For anyone not on Jacali's side. <<"We can talk whenever, you know, Jac!>> Then his comms flick over to the more public channel. <<"Adjusting position. If you would be so kind as to continue firing on the enemy.">>

<<"Oh. Swapping weapons. Unable to return fire at the moment. Forgot to mention. Thank you!">>

"Copy, Sumi. Engaging." Gripper of all people chimes in. Hadrix has never bothered with her vocalizer settings. So it's posh sultry Coruscanti woman voice.

That may be why he never changed it. Maybe. But the droid heads for the tower behind them, extending her vibro-saw to get at wires and extend her tools

And then the Onderonians make their charge, from the groups left repeater carbines stitch heavy fire on the Mandalorian position, with many simply missing with the wave of E-Web fire sweeping across them, allowing better aim for the crew coming out with blast cannons and frag launchers, turning the battlefield into a churning field of smoke and debris.

<<"Shab. They're flanking you. Gonna try to take out one of their heavies, vape some of the rest maybe.">> The searing crimson bolt from Tara's rifle sizzles past one of said heavy troopers close enough to scorch the paint on his armor, but only succeeds in slamming into the dirt and raising a small cloud of dust. Cue muffled swearing in Mando'a.

Sumi takes a nasty shot to the shoulder that segues to her dropping the massive cannon, her arm going limp under the weight of pain. Cross drawing her DL-44 in the blink of an eye, the Mandalorian fires into the heavies screaming in both anger and delight, her shots claiming two lives with her third going wide, likely from her own personal management of pain.

Moving forward, the warrior kept her bad arm down, while the other held the smoking hand cannon up, preparing for her next shot.

Her wing is suddenly clipped and as she side steps and nearly falls over before her feet slide with a crackle of boots pushing debris out of the way to widen her stance. Karys grits her teeth beneath the helmet and the alreayd scarred soldier turns about with a twist of her hips. Her right arm feels heavy with that DL-54 in it but she manages to squeeze off a shot as her muscles scream and wound smokes. <"Kriffing!"> She growls as she pivots and attempts to get her other pistol up and out at nearly the same time. Two more shots fly but there is no joy this time for her. <"We need to focus fire."> But that would mean getting off a shot! WHich she did not.

"STOP." SWIPE. "Shooting." SLICE. "ME!" WHIFF! Roth is...ummm...not doing well, but this is completely normal for the mercenary. She manages to bring one of the heavies down and then she's turning, looking at the other one, "Oh I'm gonna get to you. I just need a second." she settles her hands on her hips and tries to not spit blood into her helmet. These bastards.

His armour icon flashes and turns red. Left hip. Flash flash. Right torso. He immediately drops to one knee to remove the stress on his left hip, his body adjusting to the pain and shift in weight as he leverages his A280 against the lip of the cover. He adjusts and toggles the targeting computer reticule on the A280, linking it with his HUD.

His eye pans for a moment and he exhales to squeeze on the trigger -- but a flash of pain makes his finger pull instead of squeeze, and the bright red bolt from the A280 strikes the earth with a dull 'whump'. He pauses to check the rifle, before letting it start to give an audiable whine of charging for the second shot. <<"Vandred. Hit twice. Still conscious.">> He gives as a report, attempting to level out his aim once again.

Sadly, due to complex reasons such as 'I really can't drill two holes in the back of my helmet', Vandred does not have eyes on the back of his head. The fire is still coming in thick and fast, but his voice comes through his helmet, rather than comms. "Hello Jac! Are you OK?"

They did not like her coverfire techniques. Everyone's a critic. Jacali is assaulted by the rain of blaster bolts that're flung their way, staggering back from her E-Web with a grunt so hard that it offers to the mind the image of Ace Ventura being birthed from a rhino's arse. There's a shudder of her muscles as she hits the dirt, a hissed breath through clenched teeth as she drags herself back and away from the position she had been holding before now. One of her hands fumbles about for her medpac, skilled fingers working over the instruments to check her supplies and the impliments that would deliver them to the wounded. <<"Jacali down, initiating tactical advance,">> Another soft grunt, sitting herself upright with no small measure of difficulty, <<"To the rear. Administering treatment as possible. Please be patient.">> Her voice is clearly pained. That didn't feel good at all. But, when Vandred speaks his last, her head tilts in his direction and she heaves a sigh. "Alive." She retorts, shiffling forward as she begins to scan the strange man, pulling free some sort of blue-liquid spray. "Hold still, this is going to sting."

Getting his footing after the shot to his chest, Hadrix's next shot goes wild, burning a crater in the ground to match the massive bowl of melted durasteel and smoking undersuit. Coughing and staggering to the side the Big Mandalorian shakes his head, trying to clear it, and draws back the cocking string,

<<"Shab that hurt...">> the words strained. He opens fire again, the shot going skyward as another blaster round slams into his leg, spinning him and casting him to the ground once more, durasteel molten and burning into muscle and sinew as his leg is nearly cut from his body at the mid-thigh. <"Kriff!"> the word

"Sumi, I'm in, programming your turret fire directive." The dual heavy turret swings, and while not a speedy twist like a duelist turning at their hip, it traverses steadily, sighting across the way, spraying ship grade fire into the infantry forces on its way to open fire on its paired turret.

The Onderonians, for their part, continue to surge forward, firing wildly, trying to bring the Mandalorians down.

One minute Tara's peering through her scope, and the next her ears are ringing and she's blinking dazzle out of her eyes even through the polarized visor of her helmet. <<"Shab! Nearly took my head off! Relocating!">> Clutching the rifle tightly, Tara takes a bounding leap to a different position. <<"The turrets are angry! I think I have to keep taking out the gunners!">>

<"GODDAMNIT! QUIT BLOWING HOLES IN MY ARMOR!"> Sumi says in response to getting shot again. She stumbled to one side, favoring the blow to the stomach and bent slightly. It had some heat to it. When she rose up, she fired in the direction it came from, missing initially, thanks to the spit up blood in her helm. Her subsequent shots find a bit more focus through her narrowed eyes and result in a double kill taken in a hammered pair of shots. Standing up right, the caped Mando pivots to focus her ire on the next unlucky son of a Gundark that shot her.

Rockets. Unable to move quite so quickly, Karys is forced to hold her position and she continues to pepper hits as best she can. Thankfully they ignore her this time as she still can't seem to get an aim on any of them. Hissing through her teeth as she misses again that slow build of her ire is something that she to see. The Theed arms S-5 nearly gets thrown at one of the infantry for all the good she's had with it but of course last minute she thinks better of it. She hunkers back and readies for a better shot.

Roth's breathing is horrid and she's a bit scorched and well...not doing alright. But, she is a stubborn Arkanian and she turns once the right side is cleared out. Setting her sights on the left side. <<Coooming!>> she shouts over the din of the fighting and comms. Then she's rocketing into the group again, because there's no subtle ways for things to happen. She swings and misses with the Beskad, <<Not dying today. I've got a dinner date to set a date on eventually. You can kill me after that!>> she growls. Then she connects with the second swing, but oh boy...that third is a mile from its mark.

"Sting? Oh. Medicine. Thank you, Jac! I really do apprec--!"

This is, of course, followed by what sounds like the angry garbled screaming of a thousand angry bats. Vandred has a really pretty real voice, you see. The screaming being entirely alien in origin. His head rocks back as he was obviously unprepared for the tender mercies of the Doctor, before he resolves himself to transmit such feelings in a manner more productive than angry screeching noises.

He resolves his aiming reticule on one of the remaining Onderonian Infantry, and pulls the trigger. The recoil rocks him gently, which causes him to utter additional noises - one at this point might think that he has actually broken down into swearing. There's a pause. A popping noise. "Sorry about that. I was not prepared enough. Thank you very much for making sure I don't die on you yet. Please stay in cover."

"Oh, shut up, you didn't even make these noises when you were shot." Jacali grouses as she continues with her ministrations, needling, prodding, spraying her way to victory. She's a remarkably skilled little thing, that strange and nefarious doctor Jac. She works quickly, and somehow without distraction as her own wounds sear and bleed beneath the cloak of her black robe-like raiments. "And don't tell me what to do. I've likely more experience in the field than y--" Oh god, the battle rages on. The others are being terribly wounded. She grits her teeth, staggering to her feet with another series of grunts, taking a moment to locate the others, using her augmented reality to aid in her discoveries. <<"If you are wounded but able, please relocate to my position for treatment.">> Comes her voice over the comms, her breathing shallowing, her location flashing on anyone that happens to be linked up's HUD. <<"My supplies are limited, but I will aid as I am able.">>

From the ground, Bowcaster shot rings out again as Hadrix props himself up on an elbow. Hadrix grumbles, vision graying in and out now while his armor is keeping him alive. Crawling back, towards where Gripper works by means of dragging himself with his free arm.

Despite the lack of reinforcements coming and their comrades falling all around them, the last two of the Onderonians continue to fight, knowing retreat is death and so now stand as womp rats backed into a corner, turning pale as their shots fly all around the Mandalorians.

Tara drops prone just long enough to prop up th erifle and try to get a shot at the remaining infantry. Unfortunately, the turrets are about to have her number again, and the shot goes wide as she has to dodge again. <<"I'm just gonna keep dodging over here! Don't mind me!">>

Two left, and one down after Sumi fires a glaring red blaster bolt through their head. It impacts with a loud whip-THUNK, and puffs a cloud of misty pink pulverized blood behind them. Naturally, it's all they wrote for that soldier, and her missed shots score the ground, pocking up dirt and dust as a result. <"Rekking hells.. this hurt.">> Sumi complains, holding her pistol up, barrel skyward at the moment. <"Coming to you doc. I'm rekked up. Good work, everyone. HA! Sure showed them.">

Slow boiling rage is lost within the confines of the ancient armor Karys steps out of the meager cover she had found. There is a purpose to her stride as she advances forward towards the last two infantry. One goes down unexpectedly by Sumi's bolt but that large 54 is lifted with purpose and despite the ache in her injured arm she extends it out and aims down it while continuing to stride forward. A shot flies past her, throwing a red glow across her armor. Breath drawn.

Breath held.

One more beat and she squeezes the trigger of her pistol. The shot host the last infantry and the unfortunate falls back. Her chest rising and falling quickly, Karys turns back around, giving a quick survey of the area to be sure they do not have any other targets still up, the 54 held up with its barrel in the air still smoking after that life ending bolt. Redemption. Some of that ire bled off with that single shot. Only then does she think to follow Sumi towards the waiting Doc who looks worse off than some of them. <"I feel like this proves I should take some measure of field medicine...just in case.">

Roth looks around when the fighting stops and there's a bit of a moment taken to simply breathe and not try to choke herself in the moment. This was fine. <<Well, looks like we're good here. I can give someone a lift back if they need it.>> the woman states as she sheathes her weapons.

"I was not prepared for the stinging. It caught me by surprise. I screamed. I am rather horribly embarressed. I understand that you are experienced - that does not mean that I won't tell you to stay in cov.."

Vandred's talking back with Jacali as he's treated, but it's the sort of conversation that implies that he's talking over the treatment rather than daring to try to argue with Jacali on matters in medical.

He does however, slide up after he is treated - ensuring that he has a moment to glance over and make sure that the combat is coming to an end. "You have incoming for treatment."

As the last of the turrets are wiped out by the one turned traitor by clever thinking and fortune to have a droid on hand that can slice.

The firebase defenders gone, piled around the Mandalorians and their allies.

Gunships and transports begin to descend, blaster turrets and missile tubes firing into the distance. An acquisition for the Mandalorians. Pragmatic, waste not want not. They now swarm to redistribute weapons, provide armor patch kits and perform repairs to utilize the turret towers that can be.

Banners are raised instead of flags. Long durasteel poles with stretched cloth, leather, or draping flags bearing various clan symbols. Bralor, Fett, Ordo, Tal and Kora to name a few with others bearing only the mark of the Taun Skull emblazoned over the sunrise symbol of Concord Dawn.

Already eyes are turning to the deeper jungle while technologically minded Mandalorians are raiding the fieldbase's equipment. Ransacking it for intel.