Log:Mandalorians: Old War
Mandalorians: Old War
OOC Date: January 29, 2021
Location: Wild Space
Participants: Mandalorians, Karys, Rathe Kora, Jarret Sur, Narsai Ordo, Terek Rosol, Eirik, Hahtavi, Sumi Kora, Bindi Sur, Riwa Sur, Tara Sur, Arcael, Avery Ihala Kora and Hadrix Kora as GM
Wild Space - Near Jelucan Sector
The plan had been a simple one - a Stormtrooper patrol on Jelucan finding Mandalorian sympathizers in the weeks since Sekk Amroon's abduction. Wait for signals and prepare to micro-jump according to times for travel based on equipment being used to transport the prisoner and the capturing trooper. Thankfully knowledge of Imperial style codes and protocol was a hobby for the Al'Verde Kora and keeping from being separated from Narsai, dressed in black with no armor or weapons on her.
It was a forty minute countdown from coordinates a few seconds micro-jump from the Phantasm's position, the signal sent just before the old Lambda shuttle jumped to make the journey. Enough time for Hadrix and Narsai to clear through the docking bays and start into the corridors.
<<"Whenever you're ready.">> murmured in private comms to a bead in Narsai's ear while they walk. <<"Left will head towards docking controls. Keep going and we can take the lifts and make for systems controls on a lower deck. Your call.">> Back in armor, not quite like his old suit - but near enough. Imperial Stormtrooper armor, almost like being back home.
At the Mandalorian battle-group, the ships had their timer counting down - fighters and transports ready to jump. Right into the view of a Victory Class cruiser.
This was it, the day, the mission, the time for things to be put into action. Narsai had faith in the Mandalorians that followed her and Clan Kora...she just had to do her part.
People had certain expectations when they thought of a Mandalorian, strong, armorwd and intimidating. Stripped of her Beskar plating, some petite redhead in a tunic with her wrists cuffed in binders would look suitably disarmed and helpless, the perfect prisoner. That was the ruse that needed to succeed long enough for them to cripple the ship.
The cloak around her shoulders and hood over her face offered some anonimity, but the cloak itself was pushed back to reveal her as indeed, completely unarmed while she was escorted by Hadrix. A slight turn of her head towards the lift offered her call. Systems first, or the boarders might never make it.
The matron of Clan Sur was...well...wherever the other boarders were ordered to be: The Woor'tra. Riwa was dressed in her armor of course, her helmet covering blue skin, red eyes, and long braided black hair. Silently she's in her spot as she checks that her weapons are strapped to her form. With her sword, pike and dagger strapped, the shorter Mando rests her ax on her shoulder and simply waits.
<<"Okay, Arca. We're a bit slower than the others, so our timer's been adjusted so we drop out at the same time. We'll punch through right behind the fighter escort, take out a few of the heavier batteries, and then drop into the landing bay. Kate looks after the ship after that.">> Tara shifted a bit in her seat, still getting used to the unfamiliar armor and new HUD. She had her own armor's bodyglove underneath this armor's suit, and plates ready to clip on as soon as they'd landed. She'd really have to get that weird interference between the ship's own HUD and her helmet's fixed. <<"Just try not to fire any missiles when we're coming in for landing, vod?">> She snickers, voice roughened by the helmet comms and the ship's intercom. Kate razzes, characters flickering over a display screen on the console. <<"Fine, fine, I'll let you concentrate on the countdown and the jump.">> The droid might have an attitude, but Tara wouldn't have it any other way.
Near to Riwa, Bindi likewise quietly checks over her battle rifle, resting it across her lap with her hands on top of it, before her helmeted head leans back against the back of her seat, lost in her own thoughts. Until they're unleashed, there's not a lot for the boarders to do. They may not make it to the ship at all if they're unlucky and hit by something from the Victory. A turbolaser battery would certainly make it a short intrusion.
Arcael nods <<"I mean, I will try to. I am sorry my knowledge of naval weaponry is more of the turreted kind.">> she explains, looking at the screen <<"THis should go fairly well, I believe. And my weapons are in working order.">>
At one side of the hatch of the Woor'tra, a kneeling blue and red Mandalorian. It is habit for Rathe to be silent before a mission kicks off. He's much quieter than he was a few years ago in the Vanguard. Post-Exegol life has changed him in several ways, along with other factors since. Down on one knee with helmet forwards, and eyes closed. His left hand checks the Vibrosword is secure in the scabbard bolted to the outside of his left calf armor. His right blindly seeks inside the medpack secured to his right thigh, and that the contents within are in place, the T27 over his shoulder, the holstered E-11. The vibrodagger on his left breastplate is checked.
The E-11 comes out in his grip, the stock extended, the sling up over head and shoulder. Rathe rises, his magclamp boots disengage at the two minute warning of the countdown timer, rising upwards to his feet to relock the clamps. His visor turns towards Karys. As soon as the timer hits Zero, Rathe is out the hatch without a word.
Eirik sits there fully armored and ready to go with the rest of the boarders. He looks over his gear yet again for maybe the hundredth time or more. His carbine and blaster pistols fully loaded locked and ready to go. He looks up his smile hidden under his helmet as he thinks of the all the action that there will be.
Karys is still sore from their last outing, the woman adjusting her stance on the ship that is headed in for boarding with a roll of her shoulders. Sucking in a breath, she reaches down to grasp at her helmet resting between her feet on the floor. Her gear has been gone over with precision and focus as her shoulders roll again, the wound between her shoulder blades itching thus she leans back to rub herself lightly against the bulkhead. A sigh escapes her lips as she drags the helmet down over her head as it settles into place. There is not sound of a seal but the gunslinger stands, pushing up to reach her hand back to brace against the bulkhead for the inevitable rough approach, her feet spreading further apart to take the change in pitch when it happens.
She glances to the others and when Rathe moves forward she is smoothly withdrawing the S-5 from her side and slips out after him, comms left for basic information given.
Sumi Kora sits in the quiet sanctity of her FreiTek E-Wing cockpit, the dark of the void around her. The calming nature of space did not bring the century old soldier peace. Silence made it easy for the ringing in her ears (tinnitus) to persist, and it was difficult to focus unless she had some means to keep her occupied. Behind her, seated within an internal socket, an R2 unit turns its domed head with a mechanical hum. A few beeps and a whistle make Sumi laugh. <"No, Rain, I don't say things like that before a mission. Let's just see what happens, little friend."> The droid beeps back, leaving a smirk on Sumi's face.
The canopy of the craft is frosted a bit. The inaction and powered down status of the escort fighter made the interior cold, undetectable, for now. Sumi waited for the signal to jump in. Her arms are crossed and she shivers. It's unclear if it's from the cold, or the anticipation of a rekking good battle.
Terek is pacing back and forth, not sure about how well this is going to go. He's been training a bit since their last operation, trying to perfect his shots. But he knows he'll need to be smarter this time, rather than trying to rush in like last time.
These guys are going to be highly trained Stormtroopers or who knows what else..
He double and triple checks the seals on his armor, to make sure that he'll be good to go when he jumps out into the vacuum of space. Last thing he wants is to die before he even makes it to the star destroyer.
Frankly a year ago he would have never considered attacking a star destroyer. How on earth does he wind up getting talked into these things? Oh right, because he joied the Kora clan and their crazy shenanigans. Welp, better be ready for anything.
It's enormous, even on the screens as he does a final review of target data before the jump. And Jarret knew that it would be. But the kind of enormous that it is, well...
There's a story that his mother told him, when he was an emaciated, spindly boy. When the physio-booster treatments were still needed and he spent time lying in a medical bed, while the other boys were learning combat training. About the Mountain of Beasts, Ulik be Tracinya. Swarming with monsters and evil spirits. The sight of the ship, though it is much smaller than the First Order battlecruisers, seems five times as massive than he knows that it truly is, being that it's to be assaulted. He takes a deep breath as the Tra'senaar, rust-brown and with wings banded with red at the tips, enters realspace at the head of a small knot of heavy fighters and bombers, flanked by a pair of far lighter Dunelizards to help with the fighter screen to come.
<< Oya, ner vode. This is your alor. Set chronometers on my mark -- four...three...two...one...mark. Prepare your weapons and ensure your systems are optimum. Gunnery officers will prepare target locks as I command. Take your time and choose your targets, lead them and to not try and outmaneuver the Imperial craft. They are faster, more agile - but we are stronger. Always outnumbered, but /never/ outgunned. For Mand'alor and the people do we go forward unto battle. Oya, Manda! Oya! >>
A chorus of 'Oya!' sounds over the group comms. The warriors are primed, and the battle ready to be joined.
Avery waits quietly in the Woor'tra's cargo hold, the obsidian armored Mandalorian alternating between last minute systems checks on his gear and glancing up at the crew around them. Helmet on, the smiles he flashes his group aren't seen but, knowing the young slicer, he swears they can be felt. Regardless, he nods to each face or T-visored helmet that may look his way, attempting to reassure them as well as himself that everything will be fine.
The countdown begins until they drop out of hyper and Avery watches the time tick down, each second born down with the weight of anticipation. He draws the E-11 from his back, turning the weapon over in his hand, checking the ammo count, and verifying for one last time that he is truly ready to go. <<"Just another walk in the park...">> Like the Mandalorian ever really had a moment to compare walking in the park with any other activity. Typically walks in the park involve blasters so, it's akin to the same thing.
The lift, Hadrix nods and the passage of the pair crosses and steps within the lift - with a sunken cheeked, sour faced, man in naval grays using an MSE to keep the door open long enough for his entry, a sneer for the redhead, a glare for the tall trooper. A tilt of the big man's head towards his 'prisoner' before he looks back to the officer.
<"Be ready when the doors open."> "What was that, Trooper?" <"Shut up."> the big man moving with sudden brutality, smashing his knee into the man's groin first before the crown of his helmet shatters his nose and sends the man senseless to the ground. <"I wasn't talking to you."> taking a code cylinder and offering it to Narsai, "They're not going to believe re-routing a prisoner transfer through this next deck. Be ready.">
The doors opening to a corridor with a pair of naval crewman striding along purposefully.
At least until the alarms start blaring.
In the vast nothingness surrounding the Phantasm, a quartet of Interceptor class and four wings of TIE fighters circle on standard BARCAP maneuvers - and another shape in the shadow of the Victory hanging at ease - would be dealing in boredom of day to day nothing. Until the small flotilla of craft appear. Transports, fighters, gunships. All exploding from hyperspace in a mass and turning the defense forces towards the intruders in disarray - utterly off guard by this assault.
It was probably a waking nightmare for old-school Empire sorts, that sound of a snap-hiss and the sight of a lightsaber.
From bound to unbound in an instant as the doors open, Narsai's hand reaches out to Hadrix's grenade tube and the smuggled hilt forged of Beskar springs to her hand. One man actually has the presence of mind to lean back and narrowly avoid the first swing, but it's a narrow moment before she twists and cuts him fown, a sweep of her hand removing the second officer's head before he can cry out.
Straightening up, Narsai nodded to Hadrix with an exhale of breath. "Lead the way."
Riwa looks over her ax, gripping it tightly as she she then looks up. The Chiss woman then tilts her head for a bit before she finally straightens back up.
Arcael nods, holding on closer <<"Understood.">> she says <<"Once we are through this, I am getting myself a book on fixed naval systems.">> she adds
Remaining ready at the hatch, standing there silently, just listening is Rathe.
And there the rumble is, the groaning of the ship announcing when they drop from lightspeed and into the vicinity of the Phantasm. Avery sucks in a deep breath, a hand slipping behind him to verify his other blasters are in place, then exhales and moves to get in position behind the rest of the team. The former trooper places his hand on the wall and waits behind Karys, watching the hatch in front of them, quietly willing it to open. This is the part of the adventure he doesn't like... the waiting. In combat, in the field, there's always something to take note of, to react to. Here, there's only silence and the pressure of the unknown in the future. Still, there are no others in the galaxy he would rather face the unknown with than the family that has been assembled and a grin slowly takes over the expression on his face. <<"Think we can swing by the snack bar inside? I forgot to eat before we left...">> Avery quips. Though he is mostly joking, the rumble in his belly would think the statement should have been made with more serious intent.
Eirik takes a slow breath and draws his EE-3 Carbine. Readying it for when they do board. He stands up and starts to pace a bit before standing near the hatch himself.
Once near the ramp, Karys steps aside and with her free hand begins to go over the terminal and readout from the front scanners on the ship. She tilts her head down, visor reflecting the screen angled up towards her as she begins the process of fussing with the Order's comms. <"Karys here. Feeding some interference back through their comms. Will take them a bit to get it unscrambled. Use it to your advantage and good luck.">
She sets the reverberation to keep sounds bouncing back and forth between signal points on certain designated channels. Once done, she pulls her hand back, feet spreading to wait amongst the other boarders that ready themselves in the ship.
A loud beeping noise clued the squadron in that the time had arrived. Sumi's raspy voice cut over the dull comm frequency, sounding robotic with it being on an encrypted channel. <<"Kyr'bes, the time is now. Jump on coords and follow me in. Expect fire as soon as we're in.">>
Five crafts came to life simultaneously, ion engine nacelles firing up with a rich contrail that carried them first to impulse speeds before zipping from view in lightning quick succession. The squadron arrived just as suddenly, each craft's shields shimmering into view.
The battle began almost immediately, and pilots reacted appropriately. Sumi laughs, her shots missing in short order, partly for her being rusty with dog fights like this. <"Rekk me, where the hell is Evie when you bloody need her,"> Sumi growls, a cupped hand smacking the throttle to take her to top impulse and slightly ahead of Kyr'bes to draw fighters toward her.
Sensors revealed that two of the Kyr'bes strike true, earning a congratulations in the form of, <<"More still persist. Keep the way open for our team and cover each other, this will not get easier, my friends.">> Sumi already has a tail, and the old warrior groans from the pull of the interceptor's engines. <"Ugh,..">
Five...four...three...two...one. << Mark. Jump and follow me, ner vode! Oya! >> He yanks back the motivator and sends the Tra'senaar forward, its vastly upgraded hyperdrive roaring like a bestial heart in its armored fuselage. Followed by the heavies, they enter realspace a moment later to find...the fortress, floating there, enormous and angry even though a relic of elder days. Their primary target -- and, swarming like the spirits and monsters of his mother's stories, their escort fighters.
<< Naast'tsad, >> he calls over the squadron comms, flat and calm despite the dawning rush of blood within him at the sight of the the battle-goal. << All ships capable will establish target locks upon the Star Destroyer. Your immediate target priority is with the Interceptors. Now, attack! >>
As he calls these orders, Jarret brings his Preybird into place, targeting one of the hyper-fast Imperial craft; it's a blur, blue-gray and lethal, but Jarret manages to catch it in his targeter and squeeze the trigger before it can bank away. Bright green lances, brighter and longer than those from lighter guns, catch the ship amidships and splitting it in half amidst a cloud of burning plasma. That's one...but there are many more...
Terek moves up into position near the hatch. He doesn't want to be the first out of the door, because the first person out of the door usually ends up getting shot. But you know how the saying goes about guts and glory. He readies hsi weapon and makes sure that everything is ready to go.
"I know what I am doing, tail-head!" "So do I!" working the wrong controls, the twi'lek in Beskar in the co-pilot seat of the woor frowns and ducks as the Ithorian wheels the ship through point fire on the port side of the Victory class, evading all but one of the shots that skips off of the 350's shields, too shaken to be able to get to the aft section of the craft, or even the forward launch bay of the star destroyer.
So they land right on the nose of the craft - magnetic clamps engaging and the docking ports sealing.
"Breaching charges engaging!" a heavy _WHOMPH_ beneath the boarding hatches, to expel Mandalorians into the forward sections of the wedge shaped craft.
Within, Hadrix and Narsai run moving along the corridors to one of the systems control rooms - door opening with Hadrix's blaster opening up on the soldiers in white, taking down one and receiving return fire while the quartet of officers within look up, mouths wide Os.
In space fighters continue to move weaving through dogfight maneuvers with as much affect as could be expected with a surprise attack mounted against them. The Victory turning, attempting to bring more point defense weapons to bear as the silhouette of a rectangular frigate begins to resolve itself.
Blaster bolts fill the corridor, one bolt headed the way of Hadrix in his trooper armor, only to be swatted and sent back into the shooter.
Moving in a blur of cloak and blade, Narsai looked quite a bit the mirror of one of her first teachers, but even Mara probably wouldn't move with the same haste as the Ordo Alor intent on taking out the ship's defenses for the people outside. She barely slowed as her saber cut a swath through the troopers, pushing forward.
Riwa finally moves, just as silent as she's been this whole time. Moving through she simply brings that ax down by her side effortlessly before she spins and grabs the handle of her ax with both of her hands. Without a sound save for a small grunt of hitting bone and tissue, the smaller Mando simply cleaves the first Stormtrooper those red eyes land on. Taking a quick exhale she moves her gaze to her next target.
Tara's concentration on the missile lock is interrupted by her threat warning system lighting up, an interceptor making the decision to try to take her on head on. Unfortunately, the hunter is faster on the trigger. The Prudii'kad's triple linked ions spit crackling blue bolts, lightning races across the TIE's hull, and the vehicle spins off into the stars. <<"Oya! Splash a squint!">> Grinning inside her helmet, she wheels the gunship around to take aim on her next quarry.
As the boarding ramp drops and Riwa goes charging out to bisect one of the lucky imperials in the lead, Bindi immediately is out and running to the nearst cover, opening fire to cover her buir's assault as she pops a shot off at one of the responding stormtroopers, sending him flying back over some boxes with a gaping hole where his chest used to be.
Eirik follows Riwa and Bindi charging into the fray. EE-3 carbine wielded and readied, he approaches a place of cover quickly ducking behind it. He raises to take his shot in his haste Eiriks shot goes wide. Grumbling Eirik lines up his second shot putting a bolt straight through the Officers chest dropping him easily.
Its time. The battle rages onwards out in space but as their opening is given, Karys heart races forward. Battle begins and the fire unleashed on the troopers and officers blurs out time and focus. Karys lifts her hand, drawing the blaster pistol with it as she squeezes off her first shot, slamming into the center mass of the first trooper and then swings about to squeeze off the second shot with a sort of measured precision as she walks forward.
The wound at her back itches as she can feel the heat of her skin increase with the rise of her adrenaline. The third shot hits a bulkhead and the dull glow of its energy dissipates.
Clack-BANG! That is the sound a slugthrower makes, just before it is fired towards a stormtrooper, leaving a mess of bloody guts, a brain on the wall, and a very alive Mandalorian on the other end. And there is the next clack-clack as the shell is ejected. One thing in favour of slugthrowers- the noises are plain intimidating.
And suddenly it's go time, the hatch opens wide to send an onslaught of Mandalorians into the enemy ship, blaster fire and sparks flying willy-nilly though the air. Avery follows his clan mates into the breach, lifting his weapon in preparation to fire when he notices a terminal off to the side. <<"I'm gonna get into their system and see if I can find the quickest way to get where we need to go.">> Back goes the E-11, slung under his armpit, and out comes the UCI from his utility belt. The obsidian Mandalorian dodges through his fellows to press up against the wall next to the terminal. <<"Cover me, if you don't mind?">> He requests, pulling two lines from the Comp Interface as he does. The first slips into his suit, popping the feed directly into his HUD, the second into the terminal jack, and the readout flares to life. <<"Ok... here we go...">> He states, maneuvering through the systems to find the information they seek. Unfortunately, the Slicer hadn't quite expected this level of sophistication in their systems and the data was well hidden. <<"Well... more like... here we are thinking about going, possibly on the way... maybe starting?">>
Sumi initiates the afterburners on the escort, but she's mindful of the Squadron Alor'Sur has entrusted to her, and informs that, <<"Full impulse to that forward landing bay. We're going to disrupt their Hangar ops. Follow me, boys.">> The squadron responds with action, not words, and all impulse engines expand with propulsion putting pilots against their seats as they shot across the expanse of the void and closed the distance to the forward landing bay.
Passing through the shield barrier of the bay, all five craft deploy their landing struts and hit the durasteel paneled flight bay, sliding from momentum yet slowing when VTOL repulsors began to vent and fire up. <"Rain, take the stick!"> Sumi warns her droid before reaching forward to pop her canopy mid-slide and trigger her jetpack.
The century old soldier sprang into the air in a flash of motion, the rocketpack sound lost over the impossibly loud starfighter engines, repulsors, and metal on metal scraping. Mid-air, the SNAP HISS of an electrum hilt spawned a blade of violet energy that hummed after she landed on a catwalk near a dock officer. Frightened by the warrior's display, he fell back as she swung and missed, the blade making a WMMMPHFF noise. When he scrambled across the metal grated walkway to get away from her, Sumi stuck him through the torso, killing him and withdrawing the weapon with a jerk of her arm. Turning to peer over the railing, she yelled down at the Kyr'bes Squad. <"FAN OUT.. ENGAGE THE TROOPERS! STAY IN COVER!">
Heavy bootfalls from above heralded Sumi's movements as she looked for a way forward, the next step of their operation. The weapon in her hand still vibrant and casting a hue of violet of her armor and cape.
As soon as the ramp drops, Terek runs off of it, raising his blaster as he goes. Things almost immediately go crazy, and targets are dropping left and right.
He quickly focuses on an officer, firing a shot and blasting him in the shoulder. He drops like a rock, and Terek figures he's out of the fight.
He changes targets quickly, firing a shot into the skull of one of the Stormtroopers who's armor doesn't do a thing to stop the blaster bolt. Terek's second shot, aimed at the same guy, flies into a wall and leaves some nice carbon scoring.
The armored cathar now runs towards something that should work as cover, but the last thing they want to do is get bogged down. But it pays to not be stupid and run around in the open either.
Hurtling past the cloud of laser fire thrown down by the enemy fighters, punching forward as fast as they can, Jarret calls over the squadron channel to the rest of the flight. << Their shields remain down, >> Jarret informs his pilots, leading them over the ships' dorsal surface. << All ships, target the bridge and open fire! Crater their command. >> As he says this, Jarret squeezes the triggers on his yoke, and the angry, birdlike fighter spits explosive warheads into the void - in chorus with the other heavy ships, concussion missiles and the bright lances of naval torpedoes crashing into the ship's vaguely diamond-shaped bridge tower in a gush of flames and a wave of electrical cascade throughout the upper hull. << Kandosii, >> Jarret roars over the link, for the first time real life filling his voice now that the blood of battle is in him, << Kandosii. Clear the deflector bubble and let's come around to engage those fighters! >>
Hahtavi is with the group thundering down the ramp of the Woora and into the bay. This time he's carrying a flame thrower as well as his rifle. The new guy pays attention to the others for his orders, should any be shouted in his direction. Boots moving on the durasteel decking, he advances and gives an "<Oya, covering your six, Avery.>" Hasn't been much time for introductions!
The original plan had Hahtavi flying a Kimogila heavy fighter but, what with there not having been time for a proper shakedown and practice with the new craft, putting him in the ship assault group made more sense. So here he is with Karys, Avery, Bindi, and Riwa to assault the Victory Class cruiser and provide Hadrix and Narsai with support.
As an officer and a pair of troopers take an interest in their direction, Hahtavi opens up with the flamer to see if he can fry the officer or slow them up to think twice about closing the distance. The light and heat spew like a liquid expulsion of flames, lighting up their end of the bay with a dull roar! Did anyone bring marshmellows?!
<"Narsai, cover me."> the big man stopping his shooting as he moves to one of the consoles, ducking down and tapping at controls - opening a panel and even yanking wires as he works. <<"Sumi, Jarret - I'm closing primary launch bays... Can't do anything about internal sensors... But of all things... I think I've put a bug in some of their targeting systems on the missile tubes. Be ready to call in the Malachor.">> ducking down as blaster fire goes overhead and he is forced to look around - shaking one hand that had been shocked semi-numb. <<"Boarding squad. Advance in ranks, fusillade fire - hold the sides and interlock fire in a forward point to cross and reduce their defensive postures.
<<"Alor'Sur">> one of the Mando pilots calling out, <<"Be advised... They have a Lancer.">> one could almost hear the cold pit in his gut.
The heavy form of a Lancer Frigate coming into view on the far side of the Destroyer from the main engagement, point turrets beginning to rotate as the ship works to get its position for firing. The Victory itself suddenly quiet on its dorsal point batteries - Hadrix's work in concert with mag-pulse impacts having cleared the port high positions, for now. Before the cruisers shields finally come fully online.
Cover she did, Narsai was a vicious blur of violet plasma, cutting her way through thr trio of officers with ease and wheeling on the last.
Without her armor or comlink, the Ordo woman couldn't issue orders to the Revivers or the corvette, she'd simply have to trust in their training and experience.
Utilizing every aspect of her 'Witchcraft', the Mandalorian could sense the confusion aboard the ship and the faint traces of the boarding party cutting their own way through, but Hadrix had the task of coordinating as they made their way through. "We need to cripple their guns so our forces can move in and disable the ship, then we can find our target."
As she sees her niece shot, the Arkanian turns her shotgun towards the officer, a loud 'BANG' echoing through the room. Sadly, in her anger, she misses him, hitting the wall instead. Which, doesn't sport a hole, much to Arca's surprise.
<<"Heading into the bay, Don't want to risk being a sitting nerf for that Lancer. Coming in hot!">> Tara gooses the throttle, juking to pass through point defense, and bringing the Krayt into the hangar bay. Popping the canopy while Kate brings the ship in for a landing, her Sentinel IV slips cleanly from its holster and blasts a hole through a trooper's knee.
Bindi lets out a pained grunt as one of the stormtroopers snaps off a shot that catches her in the left leg, unluckily just when she's breaking cover to move up to the next piece. She spins to the ground as her leg buckles, hitting the ground, then immediately rolling over on her stomach as she brings her rifle up and fires from the ground, putting a shot through the trooper in question's helmet. "Keep going!" she says, her voice tight with pain as she starts picking herself up. Not like she can run after them now.
Eirik moves to the next and closest place of cover he can find. Zoned in on the battle and watching all those around him and how they're doing. <<"Moving to my next target.">> He coms over to the rest. Eirik kneels and takes his time lining up that shot perfectly before pulling the trigger twice. Two bolts hit their mark leaving a smoking gaping hole in the troopers gut.
Pulling up beside the terminal as they receive fire, she is quickly patching into the database, syncing the routing with her HUD and soon bleeding the map from the ship into her ally's HUDs. She gets up the screen that Avery needs and glances back at him. <"Incoming map of the interior to your HUDs, our goal is marked for you. Incoming to treat Sur."
She has not yet had a chance to meet Bindi but she is in line of sight to see her take a massive hit. Breakign free of her own cover she runs for the other woman, slipping her gun away in favor of pulling quick patches and stims from her medpac. <<"Hold still, I have you.">> Down to her knees Karys goes with a soft crunch of armor. She is quickly working around Bindi's armor to the bodyglove that does little to protect her. She is slipping in a quick filler before slapping the patch over, pressing firmly before the stim mixed with pain killers is quickly administered to give the other woman movement that is a little less impaired.
<<"Field dressing complete.">>
Sumi moved to intercept the remaining trooper. Clutching the hilt with both hands, she swung the lightsaber wildly, lashing out and cutting through a crate, then another crate. The trooper 'Yiped', jumping away from Sumi as her third swing went short and summoned sparks along the floor with a gash of molten orange. <"GET BACK HERE!"> Sumi yells, chasing after the trooper, her weapon held low but at a ready. It was almost laughable if one didn't consider the capability of the highly lethal weapon Sumi threatened their life with.
Still one officer standing. Terek knows they need to secure this area first before they can continue. So he drops to a knee, and then sights in on the last remaining officer in his zone.
He squeezes off a single round, and blasts the guy right in the upper chest. He drops to the ground in a heap, not moving any more.
Terek quickly gets back up to his feet, quickly moving to the next objective. Gotta be faster!
<< I see, it, I see it, >> Jarret hisses as the great bulk of the ship swings past and the Lancer comes into view; he curses softly to himself, unsure as to how he missed the sight of that damned thing. << All right. Follow me, ner verd'ika. We're going to hit the landing bay and join alor'Kora and our voda. >> Swinging the mighty bird around, allowing the droid in the back to do its work on its shielding as it dives through the battlecruiser's shield envelope and through the aperture into the bay, followed by a conga line of fellow Mandalorians. Clan Sur is on the case, and in force - and armed.
Its wings wide, /Tra'senaar/ settles on the deck, its canopy hissing open even as the droid in its socket wills it so. Jarret is already climbing out of the cockpit and sliding down the nose as the ship's settling down on its landing skids, his blaster clearing his hip even as he hits the ground; falling into a half crouch, he holds the pistol like a police detective, low and out, the position stable. The only man wearing an Imperial uniform he can see takes the brunt of his cruelty, red light lancing from his pistol square into his groin. The unfortunate officer barely has time to emit a bright, childish scream before misfiring nerves and thermal shock still his heart and he goes down, gasping his last.
<< We are here, alor'Kora, >> states Jarret, holstering the pistol and drawing the long, cleaving blade of his beskad even as other Sur fighters settle down behind them. << Let us show them fear, shall we? >>
<"Thank you!"> he says to Karys as the map overlay makes his job easier. Regardless, it's times like these that Avery wishes he was much better at his job, times where there was a bunch of blaster fire raining down on his friends and family. As he fights with the systems, trying to navigate through the subsystems and slicer blocks, he resolves to do just that. Frustrated with his lack of success, he dives in again with Karys' help, searching through their database for a quick route to their target. <<"How're you all doin'?">> The Mandalorian Slicer calls out, dark emerald eyes still glued to the readout in his amber HUD, his gaze bouncing back and forth over the information being fed to his visor.
Suddenly his eyes widen when he makes a correct turn and the ship is opened to him. <"Aaaah ha... I have you now."> With a press of a button he feeds the most direct route into the shared navcomp, uploading all the information about the ship he gathered to each individual. <"Alright... that'll do. And what else?"> A few more taps of his fingers and all the port doors in their near vicinity slam shut and locked. <"Okie dokie.... and now, let's see. You shouldn't be active!"> 'beep!' - The Phantasm's shields go down... - <"And neither should you!"> 'beep!' - The Dorsal Turbolasers suddenly go quiet. <"I think that'll do."> Avery states as he stands, unplugging the UCI as he rises, and then proceeds to trip over his own feet, the obsidian armored man stumbling for a few feet down the corridor.
Avery was still engaged at the terminal for a time. Hahtavi's kept position to watch the other man's back as promised, keeping his flame thrower on the sweep, watching for anyone else who may be a threat who comes to this cookout! The burned fuel flavors the air of the bay, smelling like a BBQ sans the pork. At least until he fries him some Stormtroopers.
Little licks of flame drop from the barrel. Hahtavi uses his own body to block line of fire as best he can while Avery and Karys are both engaged. The moment they aren't, he too will turn and start to run to keep with his team mates. A quick glance is given to make certain that Bindi's up and able - just in time to see her and Karys blast past a top speed.
As usual, Hahtavi's not saying much unless he's got something to say! Eyes sharp through his visor, his HUD showing them the way through the Victory's schematic.
<"Copy."> Hadrix grunts out, hard at work now with his confidence that she has his back covered, working at consoles furiously, <<"Good work Avery.">> Hadrix notes as he adds the dorsal starboard missile tubes to the list of issues being caused, and then the turbo lasers on that same side - giving the Malachor a greater window to work in.
Stormtroopers and officers are inbound, would be present if not for the doors not working when they need them too, in fact remaining closed and eliciting shouts of, "Open the blast doors! OPEN THE BLAST DOORS!"
From hyperspace comes The Malachor, the Marauder corvette exploding into view with shields raising and weapons coming to bear. A sight that forces the Lancer frigate to pause and try to come about - a craft with only point defense weapons, now facing turbolaser banks. With the Mandalorian fighters disappearing into the launch bays - the doors of which closing, now too leaving the TIE craft the option of assaulting the corvette that has just joined the conflict.
Panic was thick in the air aboard the Victory as the ship had to attend with Mandalorians in its belly, lightsaber-wielding warriors cutting down its men and now yet more firepower turning up to ruin its day just in time for yet more of its systems to be disabled. Narsai's lips were pulled to a savage grin as she advanced, quick strikes and sweeps fuelled by the thrill of the fight sending the officer scrabbling and weaving out of the way of the roaring weapon.
One strike even sends the poor man's officers cap tumbling from his head, its 'bill' burned by the close-call while Narsai continues her attack.
<<"You all go on ahead, I'll set up here, make sure they can't cut off our retreat. No good reclaiming the beskar if we can't get it out of here, right?">> Taking cover, Tara braces her carbine where the corridor between the launch bay with the fighters and the Woor'tra met.
The Chiss is moving but slowly to say the least. After taking that one good hit, she's disoriented. As she attempts to rocket to catch up but her vision doubles, causing her to hit the wall and then...the floor. << ....ow.... >> And that's the first words that come over the comes to her fellow Surs. Riwa speaks....but only for a second.
As her wound is healed, Bindi nods in thanks, rolling up to a crouch as she wobbles. But if there's anything the Sur knows, it's how to work through pain. The adrenaline of being shot certainly helps too! She forges ahead as the last of the officers goes down, vaulting over the dead bodies as she barrels down the hall, pulling out ahead of the rest of most of the boarding team as she meets up with, nodding curtly, then wobbling as she mmphs, an annoyed look behind her helmet as the flesh isn't nearly as stubborn as the warrior is, forcing her to slow down. Which at least means she's not the only person out in front...but also that she's falling behind the leaders who haven't been shot in the leg.
Karys is hurrying after the others once she is certain Bindi is moving. The ability to attend further wounds is put on hold as she gets to the next juncture and interfaces with the computer there. She begins to cut off pathways down their corridor, forcing the troopers to head their way out and away from their direction as well as the landing bay their ships are all in.
It allows others to catch up but keeps her on her feet as she rejoins them once she helps Avery position their thoroughfaire.
With the rest of the crew landing in, Sumi's work was done for her when Jarret put that poor officer in the grave. She deactivates the weapon she's holding and nods to show her appreciation. <"Let us see this done, Alor'Sur."> Turning about, Sumi starts to run and slips, pulling a muscle in her leg. Whatever seems to be the issue, or the cause for the limp, sorts out after a few steps, and she starts charging down the corridor. It isn't until they are in danger that the presence of her weapon is brought back to life. By the end of the run, between being shot and sustaining the impact of a blow AND running, Sumi is huffing and puffing. <"Ugh.. I rekking hate... running.."> She laments.
Running in this much armor is never fun, no matter how much you practice it. Terek is doing his best to pull up the rear of the group in order to cover their advance. Sure it means he might miss his chance to shoot an Imperial warlord in the face, but he's more concerned with keeping the group safe in case someone tries to get behind them.
<"Just keep pushing through, we're almost there!">
The sword in his hand is a wicked thing - heavy, gleaming, its blade bent forward toward the end to deliver the momentum of an axe. He charges along at the head of his warriors, does Jarret Sur, the crimson of his gilded plates catching the light and making him a bloody shadow at the head. << Forward, ner verde, >> he bellows, allowing the weight of his mail and the blade in his hand to push him all the harder as he leads the wall of armored men and women to their ultimate part in this epic that the mingled clans have crafted. May it all end in death, they still have done something many would never had expected possible. They stride the corridors of an Imperial battlecruiser, even one detatched from its height for decades, and left its decks slick with blood.
Somewhere, the wrathful shades of the Purged are smiling.
Avery manages to get his feet working underneath him and jogs to catch up with the rest of the group, an eyebrow raised at Hahtavi as they move along. <"Thanks for the cover back there, you definitely brought some heat to the situation."> He remarks, the smirk under his helmet not showing, regardless it definitely was heard in his voice. <"I'm Avery, but I think you knew that."> The Slicer holds out a glove to shake Hah's hand, giving him a friendly nod and a firm handshake before continuing along their way. When he gets to Karys, he withdraws the plug from the UCI and inserts it into the jack. The readout flares to life in his helmet once more and, after a few button presses later, he assures their quick travel through the ship. <"Thanks again!"> He remarks, breaking into a jog after withdrawing the plug from the wall. <"I really do need to get this installed in my armor....">
Hahtavi runs to catch up with the leaders of their assault team. Only he slows to make certain Kary's and Avery's backs are covered when they each stop again at terminals along the way. Avery gets a thumbs up for acknowledgement, <"I'm Hatavi. Anytime, vod."> A quick hand clasp is about all they have time for.
Sumi and Narsai are eyed with wary respect as those two seem to have brought /lightsabers/ to the party! The Mando'ade are making progress through the ship with little resistance, so far!
Only then Riwa comes jetpacking up the corridor and hits the wall, bouncing around like a pinball before she stops. Hahtavi can't hear what she uttered over her clan's coms but his run comes quickly to a halt. The new guy quickly goes to her and toggles his coms, "< Baar'ur!"> calling out for a medic for her.
Fire lances back and forth between Lancer and Marauder while the TIEs begin to round the Victory headed for the corvette - forced to operate in hit and run without a fighter screen outside to assist it.
It's enough to keep the Woor'tra from coming under fire at the very least. The Lancer's shields starting to buckle under the hailstorm levied to it by the ship designed to harry cruisers.
<"Narsai we should knock him out and see if he wants to join the Mando'ade at this point."> unable to halt his chuckle as the officer continues to desperately dive and keep clear of the Ordo'Alor's laser sword. All the while firing desperately with a blaster pistol as he tries to put consoles between he and the crimson haired terror chasing after him. No other reinforcements to the room yet. Likely due to the others.
Blaster fire begins by the Mando'ade in the corridors - a bare handful from behind, coming up on the positions of those in the rear forces of troops, calling out as they try to get beads.
<"Surrender!"> <"Hands up!"> It's worth a try at least.
Ahead, trying to interpose between Mandalorians and the main command tower - a dozen troopers have taken up positions with makeshift cover in place and preparing to fire on the oncoming forces.
A console made good cover...most of the time, but they weren't really made for stopping a lightsaber all that well. With a flash and a shower of sparks, the console slides in a diagonally cut mess of slagged wires and metal, the man who'd dived behind it? He wasn't looking much better as his escape came to an end.
Lowering her weapon with a little sniff of amusement at Hadrix words, the Reviver leader gestures with her head. "We need to reunite the others, push through now that they're aboard and our forces outside have the advantage. If we take the command bridge the fight is over, I imagine the others are already on their way."
Riwa was on a roll before getting it and now she's on a downward spiral! After scraping herself up off of the floor, she sees the stormtroopers heading their way. Still on one knee from hitting the decks (literally), she brings that axe up with her right hand only to see the trooper stumble back to avoid getting hit. A growl leaves her as she pushes herself the rest of the way up, tossing the ax over to her left hand now.
Bindi charges gamely towards the tower...which is obvious to her. She's going to be late getting there! Grrr!
So she snaps off a shot at one of the stormtroopers at long range...which predictably misses since she's in the middle of a limping run while shooting, rather than getting a proper stance. Hopefully it at least makes him duck?
When they hit their next obstacle, Karys falls back and the call from Hahtavi is noted. Her head turns, glancing back as her visor takes in the sight of the injured. <"Medic inbound!">
Covering the ground towards Riwa, Karys abandons Avery to his technical duties as she picks up another role and pulls the med kit open as she comes into close proximity. It takes but a moment before she is noting the placement of the wound and is quick to lower, pulling free stim and painkiller hybrid.
<"Will take but a moment."> She declares faintly as the vocoder emits the feminine tenor. She quickly cleans and presses the patch into place, sealing the wound so that it has a chance to heal before she places the injector right next to the sight and depresses the button. Instant relief for the fellow mandalorian before she drops the expended and used items. No need to keep thema long.
Sumi swings, cutting sparks along the bulkhead and stumbling from her half-hearted jiggy-jog. The trooper she intended harm stumbles and falls to a knee, frightened by the violet blade humming hungrily. Rather than take pity on the poor sod, Sumi swipes the blade skyward, cutting deep across the trooper's body and ending their life quickly. There was no momentum to a weightless blade, but Sumi wielded it like she was far more accustomed to the heavy grip of something much larger and equally as dangerous. Because of this, the third strike she made upon another trooper misses valiantly and she stumbles to one side, huffing and puffing still from that run. The soles of her boots squeak on the floor as she comes to a stop and pivots, attempting to square back up and fight.
The tromp of Sur boots ring through the corridors as Jarret and his warriors lead the way - right into a mass of stormtroopers preparing to intercept the Mando'a. And what does the alor of Clan Sur do? Points his sword at the oncoming mass of white plastoid, bellowing challenge. << Vollete'kure, >> he orders his warriors, who drop instantly into two ranks - the first on one knee, the other aiming above them, smoothly and without hesitation. << Tra'cyr mav! >>
The corridor fills with fire as the Mandalorians open fire as commanded; ahead of the roaring wave of plasma Jarret charges forward, swinging his beskad at any white-clad bodies that dare draw near while screaming like a psychotic madman. While the display is fearsome, the troopers are not helpless, and the first round sees the alor's blade deflected by rifles or dodged outright in the moment. But he is ready to press the attack, and his squads prepare another volley...
Avery skids to a stop when the Troopers move into view, shifting to the side of the hallway to find some measure of cover, regardless of how small. He levels his E-11 and squeezes the trigger, two bolts flying out to strike the nearest white armored baddie twice. The Stormtrooper flips backward through the air, narrowly missing their squadmates as they sail above, and collapses in a clatter to the floor. Avery looks back and forth down the hall, eyeing the numbers that are against them and the amount of his Mando friends who are still active and able to fight. <"Not much further... we got this!"> He calls in an attempt to encourage the lot and keep them moving strong.
No sooner did he call for a medic than Kary's shows up to assist Riwa. Hahtavi side steps to give them room and flames roll out from his flame thrower towards the troopers. They are a bit out of his range but a fireball thundering forth like dragon's breath still has it's intimidation factor, for what that's worth! The light is reflected on his visor as Hahtavi lights them up but fails yet again to make dinner.
The cathar trooper is working his way through along with the rest of the group, taking the lead of those more experienced soldiers. There are folks here who have done countless raids against Imperial positions like this. He wasn't even alive when the Empire fell, so all this is still something he's not used to.
Still his weapon is accurate and deadly, as he fires his shots, striking a pair of stormtroopers. The first takes the blow square on to the chest, falling where he stood without any fanfare, his life snuffed out in a moment. The second takes the shot to the leg, sending him to the ground. He'll live, if he gets medical attention soon enough. Terek won't stop to help him though. The guy WAS just trying to kill him.
All /hell/ is breaking loose in the corridor! Hahtavi's no sooner than flamed in the direction of the four troopers before him to give Kary's cover to tend to Riwa than he becomes aware of a dozen more firing upon their leading half from the other direction! Red blaster fire sizzles the air in a criss-cross tracery of death. Maybe he better get his ass to cover!
Only even as Hahtavi's starting to make a dive for the floor he's hit on the fly. A red bolt strikes him in the back, right in the shoulder blade area of his right arm side. <"Uh!"> Who writes his lines anyway?! With a clatter his roughly 220 lbs of mass plus Skyripper armor and flame thrower hit the deck hard, knocking the air clear out of him. There's the smell of burned human flesh but it's not a Stormtroopers!
<"Aye. As soon as we leave here there won't be as much work messing with ship systems. Malachor will have to jump back out quick before the TIEs start chewing it up as well."> the frown in Hadrix's voice as he works at the systems. Standing up a little straighter and pulling something from a belt pouch, head tipping slightly. It's a sphere. With a single activator slider.
<"At least we can make it so they can't undo what I've done here eh?"> that old familiar grin in the rumble as he clicks the igniter trigger and begins setting it up on a delay, <"Best get your shebs shifting, Nar'ika."> is there a giggle in his voice? That's a Thermal Detonator, so probably. Going to be a hot time in the Victory tonight.
Outside, the Lancer continues to be pounded by the Malachor, turbo-lasers finishing out the remaining shields before hull plates blasted free by kinetics or flash-melted to vapor that freezes into sparkling stardust or metallic icicle like formations before fires ignite and blossoms of plasma and flame erupt consuming the fighter-killer and leaving only debris in its place.
Within the Victory blaster fire passes back and forth, axes swing, swords cut. And the Mandalorians make progress, closing on the lifts into the command tower, to fly or ride as they see fit. It's a withering barrage from either direction, enough to begin filling the halls with smoke but with with victory slowly coming into reach. But a sea of white with black eyelets is trying to close in and envelope.
That little giggle should be a little concerning buuuut...it was focused in the right direction, so she wasn't complaining. Instead she nods her confirmation at the comment on the Malachor and adjusts her grip on her weapon. "I trust Jarret has it under control, but if things get too hectic they'll have to jump. As long as all of -us- can get off this soon-to-be wreck." With the bomb planted and the advice to get moving given, the unmasked woman grins back, inhaling a breath before she takes off at a run.
A damn quick one too, for someone who kinda had the shorter legs around this place!
Riwa pants heavily as she hears Hahtavi, her helmeted head turning in his direction. Soon she hears the sound of an incoming medic, standing but moving back and out of the way of fire for now. Her left hand is gripping the handle of her ax she then goes still as she sees Karys. Staying still so the medic can do her job, she keeps her head up as she stays alert of the battle around them. Once she feels that pain easing away she nods then. <<"Thank you.">> That slightly electronic sounding voice then rings out as she turns and looks. Stepping forward she moves to turn around spin that ax around to swipe at one of the Troopers who dodges another on of her swings! Maybe they heard what happened to the first two she hit.
Puffing slightly, mostly from the jolts of painful heat shooting up her leg even through the very nice painkillers she was given, Bindi finally catches up enough that she can take up a firing position to support her buir. Her shoulder hits the wall as she uses part of a doorway as cover, her rifle coming up as she tracks, then snaps off a shot at one of the other troopers as he tries to line up a shot at Riwa as she swings at another of the troopers, punching a neat hole through the trooper's chest as he topples back, smoking.
Bindi's comment gets a glance up from the medic just as she is rising upwards. The tilt of her head is her undoing and Karys feels the heat of the blaster bolt as it slides under the ridge of her helmet, making her stumble as her helmet is torn off her head. Dark hair pinned at the backo f her head spills half free by the violent wrenching of her protective gear from her head. There is a cry from her that starts out in the vocoded sound and ends in open aired pain.
As the indigo helmet hits the ground and spins a foot behind her she bows her head and reaches her hand up to touch the side of her face now bearing an angry wound along her cheek, causing her left eye to half close as her hand whips up and mercilessly releases shots at the poor trooper, slamming his center mass and ending him on the ground. The first shot did him in but the second is pure malice on her part as sharp blue eyes water some and she grabs at her helmet and stalks forward.
Terek's weapon flashes several times rapid succession as he advances on the Stormtroopers. They're outnumbered and probably outgunned, but they're definitely not outmatched.
Terek double taps one of the troopers in the torso, and manages to score another shot on a second one to the leg, sending him tumbling to the ground with a thump. He should be out of the fight from the looks of it.
He keeps on advancing, however. Can't lose the momentum now!
Meanwhile, the corridors are filled with blaster fire as Jarret and his warriors continue their volley fire into the Stormtroopers' ranks. Red plasma flies fast and thick, and the corridors fill with smoke so thickly that accuracy is difficult for even the doughty Mandalorian fighters. As for Jarret, there in the thick of it amongst the white-plated soldiers, he is shot by one of the troopers point-blank with their rifle, causing him to bellow with pain as the bolt goes cleanly through his upper torso. Hissing in pain Jarret switches hands, holding the sword in his off-grip now whilst the other clears his blaster pistol in one smooth motion regardless of his wound. << Di'kute, >> Jarret snarls as he now answers that fire with his own, firing point-blank into the deaths-head helmets of two troopers immediately before him and clearing them from Death's own ledgers. And now he moves to the next target, blood fury upon him, animating him beyond the agony of the wound which will surely slam down upon him by the time he has to breathe.
Karys' scream of pain grabs his attention almost immediately, his T-visor snapping in her direction. His eyes go wide when her helmet hits the floor and the wound is displayed openly. <"That's it...."> Avery claims, stepping from his cover to aim his weapon at the mass of White and Black figures. The trigger on his trusty E-11 is depressed two more times and two searing bolts of plasma find two separate targets. The first is slammed to the ground, a gaping wound displayed in his chest. The poor trooper is not quite dead though it's certain that he wishes he were. The other is more lucky than the first in that he no longer has to feel the pain that would be coursing through his body. This one is thrown to the side, his body ricocheting off the wall to crumple to the floor below, his blaster scattering down the hall as his life subsides.
Hahtavi finds himself faceplanted on the ship's decking plates in the corridor. Blaster fire continues to zip and zap over his prone body. Realizing that he's still alive, pain doesn't register until he tries to get up. <"Uhhh... kriff me."> Teeth gritted, he somehow forces himself up, staying as low as he leans against the corridor wall. Pain, lots of pain, just like the last op. <"Gotta stop making this a habit."> Breathing a little hard, he grimaces and starts moving down the hall to catch up with the others lest he be left behind.
Up ahead Mandalorian armored bodies move apart. Hahtavi gets a clear line of site right up the middle. Feeling the burn himself, he snarls and hefts the flame thrower for another, and very possibly final, attempt to fry him some Stormtroopers.
Success! The flames shoot out, dripping a line of fire that lites up one of the white clad troopers, engulfing him in an inferno! Screaming ensues but Hahtaiv mercilessly keeps his flamer on the man goes down kicking!
Not half as fast as Narsai - clattering along in armor both familiar and not at the same time... the Al'Verde Kora is chuckling to himself even when all sound is sucked out of the air and he feels a hand of white fire pressing just barely at his back when the roar comes. The honking alarm klaxon of the Victory cruiser shifting when there is a noticeable shake and rumble when the field contained thermo-nuclear explosion goes off. Throwing the big man into another turbolift.
<<"Pheegus, track Sumi's signal, re-attach near, we should be exfilling soon.">> he can't hide the laugh in his voice. A sphere ten meters large now stands as a hole in the guts of the star destroyer, with molten durasteel all around it.
The mad scramble, aided by directives via allow for all converge. Path changes, holds and charge orders that, at last, lets the Mando'ade gather together where Karys and Avery pinpointed the location of the Warlord's personal hold. Smoke is in the air, bodies on the ground from the damage levied unto the cruiser.
At the hatch leading to the Imperial Remnant's sanctum - a half dozen troopers. Within two final figures - one in stormtrooper plates and red pauldron cover. The other in field armor of similar make buck lacking a helmet.
"I crushed your filth over Mandalore! I can send your bodies wheeling into space today as well!" bold words at least.
A rush of black, red and blazing violet errupts from the passage, motion and speed bringing Narsai down atop of the Captain and driving her blade through the man's chest and riding him downwards to the ground before twisting and striking down a nearby troopwr before brandishing her weapon towards Outug.
"Mandalorians can never be crushed. We're a creed, an idea...but we can certainly kill you."
Bindi stays back because....well, because she's covering the people who prefer to charge up. She could do that. She's not the best at charging at the moment of course. And it's difficult to get a clear shot with so many limbs and body parts flying through the air as Riwa just hits the trooper line and part of it comes apart. Literally. Her shot is a bit late, as by the time she gets a shot off to shoot a trooper in the head...it's already spinning through the air as Riwa punches her axe through the luckless trooper. There's a faint tch from Bindi.
Riwa is...well...irritated. Though she's only said three words since this entire escaped has started, another growl leaves her. Turning on her booted heels she moves quickly through that opening now. With that ax in her hand she runs towards her victim now, tossing it from her right hand back to her left only to swing up then down in a hack upon the Trooper's head. Lifting her leg she's kicks his twitch corpse free of her axe as she rolls her wrist and swings it to prepare her next move.
The wound on Karys' face makes it hard to see out of her left eye but her hand finally pulls away, pausing as she catche sight of Jarret's wound as she nears him. She has little time to react but the S-5 pistol rises as the woman squeezes off a shot and slams a bolt right into him. It brings a smile to her face as the red lacing bubbled wound along her face creates quite the sight as she looks up at Jarret and slams her helmet onto the clip on her belt. "Your turn, Sur." She made a funny.
She might laugh if her face was not hurting so much and the small smile she had is lost due to the pain in her face. She growls as she rips out another patch and quickly cleaning the wound on Jarret she slaps the patch into place, subjecting him to stim and pain killers with the grace of someone with no patience.
"Good for now." She can do field dressings. Best not to ask for after.
The slow draw of the heavy ryyk blade rasped loudly from the baldric ring where Sumi pulled it. Its onyx blade massive, sharp, and deadly. Using the sword much like she had tried to use the lightsaber, Sumi spun and struck a stormtrooper, splitting the plasteel cuirass horizontally before doubling down with a vertical strike. The trooper's life ended with a distinct TWANG sound of the blade finding the floor after cutting the trooper straight down their center. This was not a cinematic kill one might find on a gruesome holo, it was real, and bright blood spurt from the body that fell to the deck in front of Sumi with a loud clatter. Sumi's shoulders heave a bit, and she manages to say,
<"Rekking hells that's ...heavy.. ugh.">
Pain is a strange thing. You can block it from your mind or it can sharpen your senses in strange ways. Hyperfocus maybe. Hahtavi's still on his feet despite the nasty scorch mark blazed into the back of his shoulder. He has to grit his teeth something fierce to lift the flame rifle's barrel high enough to take aim, ejecting liquid death in a long licking plasma bolt to engulf another of the Stormtroopers. That man goes down screaming and thrashing briefly like the last one.
This leaves the Warlord on his own, stripped of his bodyguards.
The surge of violence continues, and Jarret pauses to be treated by Karys and offering her curt thanks before moving on with sword sheathed and pistol in hand. Shooting as he goes, his warriors pressing on against the white hordes, and though he has a still-smoking hole in his breastplate he presses on, confident that the day is almost carried. And then...they make their way into the belly of the beast, and the warlord and his inmost guard make their platitudes, ranting like the aruetiise love to do - and it is without pity that he fires into the soldiers on the deck, killing two, growling as he steps over the dead white bodies and continues the press to assist in the salvage of what they came here for. Honor of the dead, the purged. The coin of blood and gleaming beskar. The people avenged - this is what Sur brought their warriors here for, not simple metal. And now, behind the blank face of his helmet, Jarret smiles wide in fanged satisfaction at the grim result of those labors before them.
His anger hasn't abated yet, the sight of his friend getting her helmet shot off, and the resulting wound across her face, has Avery seeing red. Fortunately, that's exactly the color of the blaster bolt that sends one of the remaining two troopers to meet his maker, the white armored fellow finding it much harder to exist without certain vital organs.... The first shot, however, had bounced harmlessly off the wall nearby, it's energy dissipating into a scorch mark on the durasteel. <"Karys, are you alright?"> Comes the question, concern clearly present in the young Slicer's broadcasted voice.
The battle is rapidly coming to an end, and Terek sees a chance to end it. The warlord is in his sights, and doesn't seem to know that the cathar is aiming at him. Terek's weapon lances out with a bolt of energy, the blue blast sailing through the air between himself and the warlord, striking him in the knee and severing his leg from his body.
It's a bloody end for a bloody man, but in Terek's mind, a fitting end for anyone who still supports the forces that threaten the galaxy, be they Empire or First Order.
The hard clang of metal on metal comes when the Woor'tra, aided by the Malachor shielding it from TIEs, latches to the Hull and begins cutting an entryway. Stormtroopers are down, the commander is down, only the Warlord stands and that is only just when the bolt from Karys cuts his aim short and then Terek's sends him to the ground.
It allows time for the quarters of the man to be searched. Rumors of his carrying beskar correct. In some ways. There are bars of silvery metal to be found in a display case. In addition to a helmet with the front blown inward as if by a vehicle class laser. The battered remains of a gauntlet. A half-melted beskad. Trophies.
All that can be gathered up and brought back where it belongs. With Mandalorians. The Kyr'Bes and Naast squads moving quick, backtracking back to the secondary launch to retrieve craft - Pheegus and Greeza following to aid in pickup while Hadrix holds at the hatchway to the Woor'tra, the Wind in The Void, to make sure boarding is completed and craft can be retrieved. There are still more troopers aboard the craft than there are Mandalorians. Numbers kill - but speed can be an asset in a strike like this. Snub fighters and transports breaking away under Marauder support, turning quickly to leap to hyperspace while the ghosts of the Imperial Remnant reel under the strike given them.
