Log:Mandalorians: No Fortunate One

No Fortunate One

OOC Date: November 28 2020
Location: Dxun - Japrael System
Participants: Sumi Kora, Tara Sur, Terek Rosol, Rathe Kora, Karys, Xeria, Avery Ihala Kora and Hadrix Kora as gm Clan Kora

Dxun - Demon Moon of Onderon - Japrael System - Lesser Lantillian Route

Flak fire... clouds of anti-air fire rises from the jungle, shredding leaves and edges of canopy - the Sanyassans have begun to make themselves at home, slash and burning to clear spaces, turning the remnants of their crashed craft into field bases. This just being one of their forward points where superstructure was used to become the foundation of basic brick and wood fortifications crafted in the months the raiders have been grounded on Demon Moon.

Deal with the problem and Onderon would consider a cease fire - time for the clans on the surface to truly settle in. Gunship advance was preferable and while lacking the overwhelming firepower of some craft, the Woor'tra was fast. Smuggler's blockade running fast and thankfully the man behind the stick had been trained by one of the best combat pilots his former employer had ever rostered.

<<"They're using conventional flak. Shields are fine and holding, but anyone making air-drops should be aware unless you want me to fly terrain height and do a hard fly-over.">>

More anti-air flechette sparked against the ship shields. The cargo 'bomb bays' are ready to open, the lift raised for clearances with vehicle hangars hooked and ready to move craft in place when needed. <<"Shouldn't be too hard - otherwise I'll jungle drop and swing around. I'm on station for ground ops or air support.">> Hadrix's voice comes through again as the ship nears the assault point.

<<"Recon showed this is just a forward point, but it'll focus their attention and we can move from there on. Either to a different assault vector while they watch here, or try to use the hole to move deeper.">> Now Gripper speaking, spy droid recon. <<"My assessment is to move in, lightning strike and either destroy or detonate the generator they've set up for power, it will shut down the sensor nets I've found going up. That was my and Hadrix's summation.">>

<<"Aye, On your orders, Alor'Kora, Alor'Ordo...">> those ladies were the bosses, after all. The ship's interior lights go to harsh red illumination, bay doors cracking and starting to part.

<"If there is something to be detonated,"> Xeria says, looking toward each Alor, <"Could my stealth be of use while you face them more head on? I'm still trying to get the hang of combat.">

Tara rises to her feet from her jumpseat, shifting but always maintaining three points of contact as she slips the two halves of her heavy rifle onto her backplate maglocks. <"I'll drop early and provide heavy fire support with the AM rifle. Call in anything hardened that really needs its shebs blown off."> Snickering, the hunter turns towards the doors and watches the steadily decreasing range to target indicator in her HUD.

"I can try to draw their attention." Terek offers, "Last time I managed to get lucky and sneak in to detonate their stuff, but this time I think I'd be better off drawing fire."

The cathar is ready to go, as soon as the time to go hits. He takes one moment to double check his jetpack one more time, since it's a better idea than slamming into the ground at terminal velocity.

Back on Dxun, back in the thick of it. The 'Demon Moon' had offered a lot for her clan both in history and for the young leader of the Revivers herself...but it was still no less thrilling to be here. Checking her gear once more the woman in the red-painted beskar nods her head to the assessment, another nod offered to Xeria's request while she reaches for her own weapons. "I'll drop fast and hard, touch down and draw as much attention as I can. They know who we are at this point and have an idea of what we can do. Either it will make them panic, or respond as fast as they can." A step to the 'bomb doors' of the craft, Narsai moves to prep her rocket pack and offers a nod to the other Alor before raising a hand in affirmative to Tara. "<<See you down there.>>"

Karys glances to her Alor and then Narsai as well, the reflective view of her visor tinged an indigo to give off a sheen in the same hue. She has her interfact up and despite the bumpy ride she is doing the best she can as quickly as she can. <"I am going to try interfer with their signals. It may take some time for the code to take effect but we should see a difference in their coordination.">

The smaller figure pushes up to her feet after closing the interfact. Her head ticks to the side as she pulls the S-5 from her belt. THe gliders slides out along her armor with a soft hiss and 'SHINK' sound as it fits into place.

When they get close enough, Karys turns and falls backwards, allowing herself a brief dive before her body twists and the rush of air up into her gliders catches her and begins her artful descent towards the ground, her pistol is readied as a sleek bird of death from the sky begins her approach.

Avery glances around at the faces, or rather the T-visors, that surround him and a smile creases his lips. There's no other group of people he'd rather go into a combat situation than this lot. His dark emerald gaze shifts to the crack of light that appears when the bomb bay doors begin to open. He stands, only stumbling slightly at first when the ship rocks with a blast of anti-air ammunition that bounces harmlessly off the shields.

The slicer moves over to the now fully opened doors, the obsidian helmet lifting to look at his comrades one last time in the safety of the Woor'tra. <<"No time like the present!">> he exclaims and falls forward with a salute, snatching the Tracker off his shoulder as he passes through the opening into the wide open below. The blaster is lifted to sight the targets during his descent, the HUD in his helmet already flaring to life with a number of enemies that come into view. <<"Let's see if we can soften them up before we land...">>

The weapon kicks against Avery as he fires, an odd sensation of an upward thrust in his plummet to the ground. Still one red searing shot finds its mark and the Regular goes to the grass groaning and wincing with pain. The second bolt is not so lucky, scorching a dark circle in the ground near another Sanyassan's feet. <<"Eeh, not as soft as I would have liked but now there's more for everyone!">> The ex-trooper is far too jolly for this battle.

Silence from the War Medic for now. Rathe's been down on one knee performing a last check on his gear. For once he's not playing hooky from the Medical Academy. Or so that is his story. Occasionally he's stopping to tap at his left gauntlet. He doesn't bother checking the medpac on his thigh, he knows that it's good to go. He still has his spare anyway. He clicks into the shared tac-channel and brings up the HUD inside the heavily modified Dreadfinder armor.

His Tracker clipped to a cross sling and readied to hang there for a moment. His visor looks up towards Sumi, and then towards Karys once she performs her backwards swan dive. He mutters something into the helmet sounding amused. But apparently it's not for everyone. The typically surly Kora eyes Xeria. Everyone is already jumping out. His visor continues staring at her, turns towards the drop at hand, back at Zeria. He jerks his helmet, activating his local vox to crackle. <"Get on. Keep off my arms."> He's already plucking up his Tracker and considering what's in store. Only when Xeria is on does he step off... and THEN speak on the tac-com. <<"Medical Meat Bomb away">> The only warning poor Xeria gets they will fall uncontrolled until the last few meters. Someone can yell at him later. He's too busy whooping untransmitted. Being in the academy means he doesn't get to kill things. So he makes up for some lost murdertime right proper. The Tracker barrel snaps to one target and then another in rapid succession.

<<"Let Alor'Ordo draw their fire. She has the ability to make them think she is a much larger force. If anyone wants to go with her to increase those odds, do so knowing it will be dangerous. I will be going in from behind. With ire focused in the one direction, luck may have it that I can slip in from another and cut down the number of rifles shooting their way.">> Sumi says, unclipping an electrum hilt from her belt and holding it in one hand. <<"Coordinated assaults will yield us the best results. Our goal is that power source; what we have to detonate. It goes down, automated defenses go down, and we're getting the best bang for our creds.">> Sumi walks to the ramp and prepares to jump out. <<"Whoever is with me, let's go.">> And off she goes, dropping down with a sudden flap of her cape and controlled sudden descent of her jetpack.

Flak fields evaded, only basic infantry making their presence known - then blaster bolts and mandalorians are raining down around them. Bodies falling and confusion sounds erupting rather than battlecries. Sensors are not working properly, cameras... targeting systems. Karys's work having screwed up flak targeting and giving a clear space for the assault team as the Woor'tra screams overhead, turrets fixed forward and belching green energy bolts into the midst of the field... not aiming for anything specific but keeping eyes in the direction Narsai landed. Several small huts go up and a single turret before the VCX twists into a spiraling aileron and then turns to climb.

<<"Payload delivered. I am on deck for strafing runs. Las a target and I'll make my run.">> Hadrix's hard grumble coming over comms while point defense weapons stitch up into the sky, causing shields to highlight cerulean as power is dissipated.

The raiders follow the bait as well. Three of them are shooting but then there is the one in red. Bright colored and in the midst. Attempting to make an example for her brash cheek the ground around Narsai is churned and blackened, allowing the others their moment to begin positioning and their assault.

More are coming, wearing rudimentary armor and wielding blasters held together with cloth bands and space-tape, weapons drawn and preparing to defend their newly claimed home.

Xeria does as she is told, hitching a ride with Rathe as they jump from the ship. She can just barely hear his whooping over the rush of air and the roar of his jets. There is a shake to her shoulders as she cannot help but laugh at him. <"If you get close, I can take a swing or two until you set me down. After that, time to do what I do best.">

After being dropped off at the perimeter, she takes swing at a nearby grunt. The blow lands, but still the grunt stands. Will he run? Who knows!

Tara guides herself in for a landing with quick bursts of thrust, dropping to a knee with a grunt as one final burst brings her down to landing speed. The SX-451 is expertly assembled, and the chiss settles into a firing position. None of the infantry particularly stand out, so she shifts up to one of the particle batteries, centering the reticle on the gunner inside the armored dome. Squeezing the trigger, a thick bolt burns straight through the transparisteel, the turrent starting to spin wildly as the gunner's upper half slumps onto the controls.

Terek leaps out of the ship once they're in range, dropping through the sky for several feet. He kicks his jetpack in once he gets within range of smacking into the ground, ensuring that he can blast off with the jets, keeping himself from slamming into the ground, because that wouldn't be any good and would wind up ruining his day.

Once angling back upwards with the jetpack, he fires his rifle twice, landing a pair of shots, one striking home and the other hitting one of his targets square in the chest, dropping him as he fires the jetpack again and skids to a stop on the ground.

Once he skids to a stop, he raises his rifle again and fires another shot at the closest target to himself, but his shot goes wide

Touchdown, Narsai lands in a flare of thrusters and noise. Excessive, but deliberate enough to draw attention towards her. She straightens up rolling her shoulders and lifting her hand towards the men....then waggling her fingers. "Hi there."

Then they open fire!

A bolt impacts against her pauldron, the loud 'RING' of the bolt against Mandalorian iron has Narsai giving a quiet 'umpf' of impact before she moves, twists and steps around the incoming fire. She might have tricks, but Narsai's luck is far from infinite. Having successfully grabbed the attention she wanted, the Ordo woman triggers the release and drops the Beskar forged hilt into her hand before igniting the violet blade of humming plasma.

It seems the plan to let Narsai be the scary red target worked, her armor only baring a scorch mark from the one blast that hit, she herself no worse for wear. Avery decides to squeeze in a couple more shots before he reaches the ground. The first sends a Sanyassan flying head over heals to the ground, the second finding the chest of another assailant, dropping him from the fight with a near mortal wound. The jungle floor is rapidly approaching and Avery's suit takes over, the gravity belt flaring to life and slowing the Mandalorian's descent just enough to allow an easy landing. Still, Avery takes advantage of the spectacle and decides to land in a most decidedly 'Heroic' fashion. The obsidian armor gleams as he thumps to the ground in a crouch, helmet raised and peering coldly at the troops ahead, Tracker lifted and ready to loose more hell on the grunts in sight. Of course, that's all how it played out in his mind.... In actuality, Avery lands, stumbles a bit and crouches in order to keep himself from tipping over, the helmet raised in more of a 'did anyone see that?' kind of moment.

Some people las targets, Rathe believes in bolting targets with his Tracker. He floats the last few meters, drops to the deck and starts moving for cover. His visor looks up and around for... something. Then he's focused back on the task at hand. The HUD and IFF system do not show injuries, so he will start advancing cover to cover keeping his Tracker tucked into his shoulder. The Kora War Medic just is looking for a fight. During the advance he finds one regular and drops him. Rathe ignores the crumpled figure who is no longer fight effective. He continues his advance, and snap-shots for a second going jusssssst a bit outside. He's frowning under the helmet, and the vox transmits a grunt of displeasure locally.

Sumi lands and activates the old electrum hilt spawning forth a brilliant violet beam with a snap-hiss noise. Moving to engage the line from behind, her first victim was a soldier she crossed paths with by accident. With a single pass of the weapon, she removed the forearm that supported the rifle, then she sliced and removed their head. The third swing missed, but it was just as dramatic. The soldier's body fell three times, each a soft thud against the ground peppered with embering ashes that drifted slowly down. Sumi pressed on to the next threat looking for the generator.

Blasterfire, screams, lightsabers and now... Vibroglaives? An ax for lack of better words, but the pole-arms wielded by burly members of the raider camp make their appearance, third rate vibration engines screaming shrilly as they power on. A half dozen on the field and two bursting from shadows in attempt to pierce Narsai when they come in from flanks.

Above, the Woor'Tra continues a tight circle within the mid-ranges. Moving like an outsized assault fighter rather than a heavy cargo hauler while a Mando in Black surveys his sensor data. <<"They're converging on Narsai, Avery and Rathe's positions. I'm picking up view optics powering, keep an eye out Tara; you may have party favors coming your way.">> the big man rumbles.

More rifle and carbine carrying soldiers erupting from the literal woodwork and at last sirens starting to blare with Karys's interference cut through finally. A clear path for those seeking stealth, or to let certain figures remain in the spotlight. More is powering up, spotlights are engaging, massive arc-lights normally meant for motor pools and engineering sections, slowly erasing the shadows some might seek to use.

As the fight rages on, blades and blasters wreaking havoc on the opposition, Xeria melts away. Out of sight, out of mind, she wends her way through the camp toward the generator.

<<"I've got eyes on the generator. Only line of sight to a part of it though, and I don't know this model well enough to know if that's a critical part. IT's also got the most turrets, so we probably want to deal with that before we try a direct fire airstrike. Looks like they're trying to set up a better defense on the wall as well. Watch yourselves. Worst comes to worst, we can fall back and the Aay'han can turn this place into a crater. I'll try to turn the lights out in the meantime.">> Another flash of red, and the power unit for one of the light towers goes up in a shower of sparks with a brilliant flash.

Terek does what he can to go for cover, not wanting to get himself killed by standing out in the open as he misses another shot. These guys are opening fire all over the place, thankfully none of it has come near him. He's going to have to swap to his pistol instead, in order to get more shots on target at once. This rifle packs a punch, but it fires too slow for the situation they've found themselves in!

Twisting, stepping and interposing herself between her allies and blaster fire, the Ordo with the lightsaber swiftly deflects a pair of bolts, the last slipping by her reach bringing a curse from Narsai. She was handy with the weapon, but she was far from flawless! Spotting the charge of the pikemen she moved forwards, a twirl of her weapon forcing her first target to lean back before she carried the motion through and rolled her wrist upwards to bisect the first heavy. The two halves still falling, she surges forwards and slashes horizontally, cutting down another. Not quite deafened to what was going on around her, Narsai keys her comm, lifting her weapon defensively. <<"We'll do as much as we can till the generator is down. Once they're down we can converge and hit them hard.">>

Coming down finally to the ground, Karys lands in a half run behind the turrets and their gunners. Bad luck comes with being grounded it would seem for as that S-5, as sleek as it is the first shot hits near one of the gunners. But her foot catches, her ankle rolls a bit and the next two shots are thrown off by the gracelessness of the woman.

She goes down to her knee with a heavy THUNK. A clang sounds out and she lifts her head quickly as she struggles to get back to her feet, giving the gun another chance to cool and be ready for when she advances. The turrets go unmolested for now..for now. But it notifies the gunners that she is there and not going away.

Avery stands and begins to move forward, pulling back in a reflexive wince as return fire comes his way. The hit never comes instead being sent back to wound the attacker that launched it by way of swirling lightsaber. <<"Thanks!">> he remarks as he springs forward, actual gratitude in his voice. The ex-Vanguard member has been around a number of lightsabers during his time, that was the first time one has been used to help him.

After sparing that moment the consideration it deserved, he continues in his mission, moving forward on the look out for a path to the generator. He sees it, well... the top of it at least, but it will take some doing to get there. Or it would for someone who doesn't have a handy-dandy rocket pack. As he prepares to launch, Tara's words come through the comms causing him to particularly pay attention to the portion about the turrets. With a 'Hmmm...' the obsidian Mandalorian takes a couple of steps and ignites his jetpack, streaming up into the sky to sight the defenses and let loose a couple of bolts in their direction. One turret swivels about, tossing the lifeless form of its operator from within. The second strikes home but doesn't remove the turret from use. <<"One turret on the generator down, one wounded.">> He calls over the comms, keeping the crew abreast of the situation they're facing.

There is a lot going on at the moment. Lightsabers, sniping, sneaking. All Rathe cares about in the moment is the sudden burning hole in his chest. He seeks some cover with a wheeze. It's going to leave a mark to blend in with his plethora of such scars. He lets go off the Tracker to dangle on its sling. His right hand reaches down blindly into the medpac bolted to his right thigh. He plucks up the autoinjector and gets to work with bacta foam, and then slaps a repair patch on the armor to keep him in the fight for now. He skips the stim, no sense in risking bad habits again if he doesn't need to. The tracker is plucked back up into his right hand and with a grunt, he peers out of cover while looking at his HUD.

Sumi observes a path that leads to the compound protecting the generator. Tall walls were erected to safeguard the powersource, and it was littered with turrets! Sumi spotted a barracks close to this compound, and the path through it led straight to the gate for the generator.

So Sumi jiggy-jogs toward the barracks arriving in short order to find two grunts hauling weapons and charge-packs. Dispatching the green grunts was cold, but Sumi did not have time for diplomacy or mercy. She killed them with two decisive strokes of the violent violet blade and left the steaming corpses to fall at her wake. Empty racks surrounded her now, and she stepped more easily to find the gate entrance to the compound and hopefully, a way inside to disable this son of an akkdog.

<"I -know- shields are holding! I have eyes!">

"Tweeeee! Biddle tweep tierrp rrrstzzzt!"

<"No. I have TWO.">

"Frzzzzzzzt!"

"Shut up, Heiyuu." Gripper snarls as the ship rocks while the shields systems blare their alerts and the Woor'tra continues its high speed spiral overhead.

Turret gunners, suddenly bereft of a light find themselves wheeling and and now tracking towards where the heavy blaster shot had come, coring through their number. Far outside the perimeter. But flak shells are being loaded while the nigh primitive space faring barbarians shout to one another - their converted point defense systems grinding and howling as the mechanical systems respond as best as they can in their cobbled together state.

Narsai is an absolute beacon with the sheer level of firepower being aimed at her - taking attention from the Koras in her midst while the jungle sniper does her work.

More shouting comes and a hellish brute of a warrior chieftess emerges, an old Civil War era projectile cannon held aloft as she stomps into view. Opening fire and showering her position in explosive pellets that send soil and rocks erupting into the air.

Sumi's path remains clear for now, an empty Barracks to cross, much as Xeria crosses through the shadows in similar, if off-path from the Alor'Kora.

The going is slow, but Xeria presses onward to the generator without attracting notice. Silently she moves from shadow to shadow, closing the distance like dusk rolling in from the horizon. She is nearly there when she finds herself near to Sumi. <"Alor'Kora,"> she greets her, making her presence known.

<<"Can't tell what turrets are still manned at the moment. Gonna try to take some of the heat off of you on the ground.">> Tara drops her aim, centering the crosshairs on one of the pike wielders, but she's gone by the time the bolt arrives and turns part of the ground into glass. <<"Shabla /nimble/.">>

Hiding in his covered position, Terek lets the rifle drop back onto its sling, and then draws his sidearm from his hip.

He takes a moment to glance around the battlefield. Explosions, lightsabers, gods only know what else is going on out there and here he is, trying his best to not get shot while swinging his dinky pistol around.

He still has no idea what the Kora clan saw in him to drag him into this madness. But he's glad that he opted to side with them and not one of the groups they're fighting with.

An ongoing distraction supported by the Kora and Reviver shooters, Narsai continues her swinging, slashing and striking. Cutting down one of the pikemen, the Mandalorian girl moves forwards, battering and forcing the remaining backwards in a frantic scramble.

With her feet firmly under her this time, Karys stalks forward towards the closest turret and its gunner. Two consective shots lance the first, the body jerkin gan dgoing lifeless to slump in the seat. She narrows her gaze and aims down to the next further away. A deep breath is drawn as she steadies her hand and squeezes to end the next one over with a perfect strike to his head again.

A smile curls her lips beneath the helmet before she lets her voice sound out over the open comms.

<"There are three more manned turrets. The rest are done. Going to see if I can't down the rest and if someone wants to come up and have a little fun on one."> She leaves that out there.

Avery, the orange glow of his jetpack easily seen from the jungle floor, had just started to fire on another turret when a red streak shot past him, far too close for comfort. Due to this, his shot flies wild, streaking off into the sky above. He grumbles and shifts slightly, his rocket pack adjusting with his movement and sending him out of harm's way. Readjusted but slightly disoriented, he levels the Tracker at a known turret and aims, gritting his teeth while he squeezes the trigger. His time and aim prove beneficial as another turret spins wildly, its operator removed from existence.

Blasbort had been flying along peacefully near the planet of Dxun having just been for a family visit at a neighboring system. He whistles to himself while checking over the daily news readouts that were broadcast in from around the galaxy. Suddenly, and without warning, a blaster bolt strikes the side of his ship causing very minimal damage and maximum annoyance. With great confusion, the Calamari adjusts course and speeds away from the Demon Moon, not knowing who or what was attacking, and probably never would.

Back on the surface, Avery adjusts and flies to the side, the rocketpack trailing smoke as he maneuvers through the sky. <<"Got it.">> He replies to Karys' call out. <<"I'll join you on the last ones.">> a slow grin parts his lips and he twists to bring the last ones lighting up on his HUD.

Sumi was stepping out the other side of the barracks as Xeria arrived. Greeted, the Morellian Mandalorian responded with, <"I see you, Xeria. Prepare yourself for battle. Our objective may yet be defended."> Sumi raises the violet colored lightsaber and cuts through the latches with a single pass of the weapon. Left in its molten wake, the hinges sizzled with red hot heat that began to flash cool in the absence of the blade. The door? Fell backward and landed with a loud THUD.

Sumi rushed in, engaging the first target she saw with a savage impaling thrust that saw the length of the blade emerge from their back. Dead weight and gravity aided Sumi in casting the soldier from the weapon without making more of a mess, then her ire turned to the remaining grunt. She swings and they duck, the presence of the blade made evident by the loud WMMMMMMMMPH noise it created with the decisive motion.

Sumi was no Jedi, there was no hindering the level of force she intended to use. She'd chop this sorry trooper apart IF Xeria didn't do it first.

Numbers were still growing - or at least levelling out with the warriors fighting the Mandalorians. Blast after blast sailing past heads, one random rifle firing towards the jungle with the turrets remaining using it as a tracer to send exploded trees and shredded limbs hailing down over Tara and covering her in a mist of vaporized sap. She's unharmed though. Sticky and with leaves as well as flinders of wood raining over her... But living.

The generator before Sumi and Xeria looks to be a secondary weapons power source normally used to power a battery of turbolasers. Not many, but a trio is still a battery none the less. It powers the forward base their weapons, sensors, everything Sumi mentioned. Power cabling runs from it like a mass of snakes swarming from a den and out to the base at large.

Bolts sail around, framing Avery, cutting apart the tree Rathe had hidden behind, seeking retribution on the gunslinger slaying their heaviest of weapon operations... And then their commander points to the Mandalorian in red, shouting something before her weapon charges with a clattering sound and vomits a cone of charged pellets designed to burst on impact, kinetic blasts to batter and break with the intention of splitting her beskar wide open and show the world what Ordo guts look like.

Well, if there is only one left, there is no sense in trying to hide. Xeria brandishes her sword and lunges at the the target in their path, but sadly her blade whiffs through the air as it swings by and misses its target.

<<"C'mon, stand sti-">> Tara's murmur is interrupted by a melodic ringing, and a loud burst of mandalorian swearing. <<"Shabla Mir'osik shot me right in the buy'ce!">> More cursing follows as heavy bolts shred the folaige above her head. <<"They've definitely found me, I'm moving!">> The SX is broken down, carbine unslung, and Tara takes to the skies.

A shot blasts off the top of Terek's cover, and the cathar considers for a second. He could probably bail, but he opts not to. Once the fire has stopped for a moment, he pops out from behind his cover and fires three quick shots with his blaster, striking one of the grunts square in the chest with a shot, and then immediately goes back behind cover.

To be safe and make sure that none of them can throw a grenade down in his hidey hole, he opts to move, however, to find a new place to flank around the side of them.

If Narsai had been a 'Jedi', all robes and tradition? She'd probably be dead or injured regardless. That sudden burst of pellets and metal headed her way were going to hit, they would have shread and all Narsai could do was raise her weapon in reflex and move, twisting, parrying and sweeping through the projectiles with the violet plasma emitting from her beskar hilt. Pellets don't react like blaster bolts however, bouncing back to a target. Instead the parried projectiles hiss and splatter, casting superheated gas and metal to spatter against her chest.

But Narsai -wasn't- a Jedi, she was a Mandalorian, and the same metal she'd built her weapon from formed the distinct armor that protected her from being horrifically burned by her own defense. <<"That...was close...">> she breathes hard, turning her weapon towards the offending officer. She couldn't keep this up forever, but she'd keep trying as long as she could!

A rush forwards, she sweeps low and twists to the side, avoiding the barrel of the shotgun before she rises and slashes her weapon through the throat of the officer that had ambushed her. A breath exhaled, it's only a moment of pause before she rushes in, cutting through the pikeman's weapon and the wielder himself with her next swing. There was no time for rest after all!

As Avery confirms his intent she is stalking towards the next, the S-5 glowing still. The searing pain she suddenly feels climb up her right leg causes her to gasp. It shocks her for a moment and then she focuses back on her target, favoring the leg a little but working through the pain. <"Hit."> Is all she asys, but she seems well enough in her tone that she guns down the next gunner, three green shots at him and two land, the third a sort of revenge for the wound she now sports.

<"Another turret unmanned." She says this evenly enough, looking towards Avery as he joins her. A nod is given of her indigo colored helmet.

His last kill must have placed a mark on him, at least he figures it did when three separate attacks light his armor as the bolts fly just wide. Avery goes into evasive maneuvers, soaring wide and coming around for another go. He lifts his carbine and sends two blood red bolts to bounce off one of the turrets farther back in their defensive line. Grumbles and curses follow his descent and he thumps to the ground next to Karys, <<"Left mine manned, couldn't hit shavit when they attacked.">> He remarks, fishing about in his utility belt for another blaster cell, the readout display on his weapon flashing '1'.

Sumi beheads the last foe in a single swipe of the lightsaber and turns her attention to their objective. She cuts at one cable and after a few moments of looking around, it seemed nothing had happened. So growing a little bolder, Sumi cut every cable within the generator area and eliminated every outlet of power in that place. It was time to bug out of there now, but they needed to make it stick.

Sumi slapped a magnetic signal emitter that broadcasted on an encrypted Mando signal. <<"Hadrix, we have cut the power and the air should be clear of defenses. Signals up. Xeria and I will bug out, and you bomb the hell out of this.">>

<"Want a ride?"> She offers to Xeria, offering to hang onto her so they both could make use of Sumi's jetpack.

<<"Copy, en route.">> Ships like that shouldn't move like that - but he's apparently well aware of the capability of the craft at his disposal. The Woor'tra swings around, repulsors and lift thrusters blowing up dirt and mud in a whirlwind of debris amidst the deluge of weaponsfire hurtling back and forth. Bay doors open and lift dropping to hit the ground with a resounding KLUD that sprays out more dirt as the turrets adjust ever so slightly in their fixed-forward position. Sumi and Xeria lifting out on jet thrust clears the position.

<<"Doors are open, air-bus is leaving soon.">> Gripper visible after Hadrix's second rumble, her vocoder ramping up in volume,

"Best get moving! It's going to get hot!"

The Sanyassans howl and go for cover when the blasts begin firing into the position of the generator, deforming metal, blistering it as it softens under the heat and starts to go critical. Raiders scatter, trying to get for cover before the inevitable occurs. None of them heading for the dropship...

Is Gripper holding a -gun-?

<"Absolutely!"> Xeria reaches toward Sumi to take her up on the offer. <"Gotta admit, I like your way better than what I was going to have to do to take this thing out.">

Tara aborts a potential strafing run, instead heading for Had's ship. She boards a bit wobbily, a streak of bright silver on her helmet tellingly giving the probable reason why. <<"Someday, we'll find a place I can just have the crew turn into a crater and I don't have to get shot at. My head's gonna be ringing for a week.">>

Welp, Terek probably should have stayed put, after all then he wouldn't have gotten shot in the damn leg.

A shot manages to find his armor, with just a bit of the blaster bolt managing to cut through between the plates. He yelps out in pain and stumbles away, doing his best to get back to the rendevous point so they can evac before he gets shot too many more times.

I like your way better than what I was going to have to do to take this thing out.">

Avery is met with more than Karys as he lands, turret fire and pike attacks erupt all around him as he recoils from their assault. He had been fumbling with the cartridge, about to eject the spent one in his Tracker when Sumi's call comes through their helmets.

The slicer tilts his head to Karys and jerks his thumb skyward. <<"Need a lift?">> He asks, slipping sideways to wrap an arm around her. Moments later, the rocketpack ignites and sends them both skyward, soaring through the air to meet up with Hadrix and the Woor'tra above. As a final defiant gesture he levels his carbine at the diminishing Pikemen and sends his last shot to fell one of them as the two fly away. <"Later you all! Have a blast!"> comes the taunting departure as the Mandalorian crew ascends leaving the battle far below.

As the call to go is there and presently she is eyeing the generator being shot to smithereens she turns to look at Avery. A second later the aforementioned mando in black steps up to her and she gives him a quick nod as her voice filters out. <<"I do, thanks for thinking of me.">> Secured by his arm her own goes about his shoulders, keeping that trusty S-5 out, just in case some of the bogies get frisky.

<<"Don't drop me or we will have a lot to talk about.">> She feels her feet lift off and she braces against his side for the change in position and the sudden importance of gravity. Seeing as he keeps the flying, in the air and on trajectory there is a clipped laugh that her helmet changes. <<"Well done, I wouldn't trust myself presently with the pack. I need more training so its a good thing you were there when you were.">>

That call from Sumi and the sight of Mandalorians headed skywards has Narsai's lips pulling to a grin behind her T-Visor, unseen but certainly felt. Victory was satisfying, knowing her allies were getting out alright? Even more so. Of course, hearing the confirmation that the remaining enemies were about to have a gunship-assisted bad day didn't hurt either!

The sudden retraction of her weapon was probably confusing, even moreso when she lifted her hand in that same little mock wave she'd arrived with, but Narsai's jetpack ignites and she launches herself skywards. 

<<"I'm clear Cyare, let them have it.">>

While in the air, Sumi chuckles at Xeria's statement. <"Can't go wrong with a bigger boom, I always say.">