Log:Mandalorians: Welcome to Mandalore
Mandalorians: Welcome to Mandalore
OOC Date: May 13, 2021 (Optional)
Location: Mandalore
Participants: Sumi Kora, Aubrei, Avery Ihala Kora, Zelo Parrai, Hahtavi, Narsai Ordo, Evie Leven Terek Rosol and Hadrix Kora as GM Clan Kora Mandalorian
Bowls of glassed sand where blaster fire had struck were already pocking the sands between the Smoke-Walker column and the switchback route up to the fortress built against the face of the Jate'kar'kyorla mountain crags. The massive wheeled monstrosity that had been filling the sky in response to Hahtavi, Evie and Sumi's strafing runs turned to lumber steadily with a series of small speeders, repulsor sleds and a group of one and two man open 'cab' walkers spreading out in wings to either side of it - the true number indeterminate with the sand and smoke creating a gritty fog around them.
Heavy stomps on emergency repulsor lifts lifts the speeder truck into the air, bypassing one turn and then another as Hadrix apparently finds his groove - the apparent polymath warrior knowledgeable enough in moving the vehicle while airborne so that the vehicle is pulled up broadside to skid, down the next short cliff and then at last to the ground where the lift drives cut so that the ground skids can hit and stabilizer spikes drive home.
More vehicle and anti-personnel blaster fire turns the air to a mixture of crimson, cerulean, pale gold and venom green as they're discharged to fill the air as a screen and to force others into cover. Joined by the fortress as their mediocre defense ports begin to bark and shriek. All mixed with old slug-weapons crackling up and down lines like staccato thunder.
<<"Air support - continue strafing or try to ground by my signal. Zelo, you keep shooting. TOO and anyone giving us problems. Anyone besides me know how to set up demo!?">> the big man grabbing a missile launcher from the back of the truck as he slides out. <<"Riflemen, grab that portable bulwark.">> pointing to 10x10x8 rectangular object in the cargo bed. A point a few meters from the truck and closer to the opposing force highlighting on the HUD. <<"We'll work from there, Kote dasaruum, vode.">>
A momentary lull, as weapons are recalibrated, firing solutions found and fresh magazines being rammed home outnumber the amount of firepower being poured out by either side of the battlefield.
Sumi had just called off the two Air-speeder fighters (Evie and Hahtavi) to get away from the turrets opening fire from the larger enemy vehicle. The same enemy that split into multiple moving targets. Sumi's raspy tone sounds over the encrypted channel. <<"Gonna keep the big boy busy. See about getting your shields and such back and go after the smaller speeders. Each one down is a chip in their armor and firepower.">>
Sumi's E-Wing, the Frogdog, is angling back from high altitude to center up on the 'big boy'. <<"Lady Fae, ETA?">>
Sumi's heavy cannon fire dominates the overall noise of the desert for now, and her fire paralyzes the weapon system the big boy was going to use.
Avery hangs on to something, anything, in the truck as it slides perilously around the corners of the switchback that led up to the fortress. His helmet clanks against the side of the vehicle a couple of times, the sheer force of the maneuvers enough to over power his strength, not that he's the strongest of fellows by any means. Once they reach the bottom of the cliff side, the truck cuts to a stop and the troops inside gladly debark.
As Aubrei and Terek wrestle with getting the portable bulwark set up, Avery looks to the sky and gives a nod to Hadrix. <"Gonna see how many I can take down from up there."> A button pressed and jets ignited, the steely Mandalorian shoots into the sky, pulling his trusty E-11 from its holster on his back and lining up a couple of shots on a zooming speeder as it approaches their position. *PWWWooooooow! PWWooooooow!* reports the carbine, both shots slamming into the speeder as it moves at full tilt. Apparently he did something right for the contraption quickly loses control and flips end over end, crashing and spreading debris in a line across the desert until the hunk of metal and remnants of its crew come to a smoking stop.
He'd been absent from quite a few Kora runs of late, when pressed, he muttered something about finals at the Academy. He was breaking out of medical school far less than usual. He's also quieter than normal. Rathe's moving through his usual pre-game motions, check the equipment, recheck it again. Ensure the medpack bolted to the right thigh of his heavily modified Dreadfinder armor is good to go. Speeder-based combat is not his forte, not even remotely his calling. Just killing. He needs targets, and has none.
Zelo, still in his hide and hoping his concealment holds as he doesn't much treasure finding out how his beskar will hold against those massive vehicular weapons, switches his scope back to thermal tracking - handy with all the sand and dust being kicked up by the fleet. <<"This is Zelo. Overwatch copies. Going to work on those walkers. Over.">> With the bipod steadying the rifle and its lengthy barrel, Zelo taps once on the scope to adjust for distance and takes a deep breath. He holds it as he waits for the walker to begin its next step with a thudding half-shift to the left. The sniper exhales, bared trigger finger pad easing back cobalt blue on the blacked-out metal trigger. As his lungs empty entirely, the trigger is pulled; a blaster bolt exits the chamber and goes about its course, as true as a bolt can be as it strikes the pilot directly where the pilot's head used to be a moment ago, smashing through and into the armor of the walker, ending in some critical system as it ignites and detonates the walker from within.
"No need to call that one in," the Nautolan thinks to himself. It won't take enhanced vision to see that walker keeling over, nor the fireball and shrapnel leaving it.
Hahtavi keeps his speeder moving and seeing his first round of shots do not penetrate the armor of the largest vehicle, he and Evie are forced to leave that one to Sumi - or come up with better ideas. He brings his speeder around and drops low to start lining up on targets now ahead of his position. << "Hahtavi copies, Al'verde. Strafing lesser targets, over. ">
As the speeder's altitude drops and zips low over the desert, it kicks up even more dust as Hahtavi comes in, jigging a bit this way and that until he chooses his target. He sights on one of the walkers and lines up his targeting recticle. Gloved finger on his firing controls, the moment it has target lock and sounds tone, he's firing!
A second later he's lifting and veering to port to try and evade counter fire. <<" Scratch one walker! ">> It's not his beloved kimogila, and surely Hahtavi's annoyed that he isn't flying it instead of this light weight air speeder!
Glancing towards Terek, Aubrei upnods to him. <"I am going to try to get closer to a walker in an attempt to disable it. Cover me if I am seen."> She thumbs up at him, the sound of her voice modulated by the vocoder.
The woman, bedecked in her crusader armor slips forward and out into the fray. SHe sticks to the well concealed spots, moving from one to the next to keep herself low and to the ground. Pausing a few times when the sound of exchanged fire beceomes too close and she does not want to get caught in the middle.
Aubrei catches her breath and then finally slips forward, getting closer to a walker further back from the line so that she can attempt to disable before it gets a handle on anything precious. Her feet dig in and she suddenly propels herself forward to claim the rest of the distance.
<"I'll do my best but I don't exactly have any AT weapons!"> Terek replies to Aubrei. He readies the weapons he does have, and gets himself situated against the bulwark. Then again he didn't have any AT weapons against the krayt dragon and they were still able to bring it down. Maybe he can pull of something lucky again. It's worked before.
In all the chaos and violence it would have been easy enough to miss the rising dustcloud of a single speeder bike carving its way through the sand. The rider familier with the wild dangers of the ragelands had been making their trip to complete the mission of diplomacy from a different direction, one of the Reviver Refugee camps, when they'd noticed the chaos and danger of the fighters and the walkers doing battle. Racing across the space, the red armored figure of Narsai had raced the bike closer, skidding it to a stop only to brace her boots on its seat and push of into the air with an ignition of the jetpack attached to her armor.
The Ordo Alor was here to lend a hand, and she was head straight for one of those walkers!
<<"Mistress, taking heavy flak, moving through it I shall be in position shortly.">> the Rotworm becoming a small dot on the horizon with anti-air fire from... well other clans some distance off trying to claim prey for themselves. Shields flashing and the heavy bodied Y-Wing slewing side to side in an effort to keep firing solutions fuzzy at their best. <<"At your call.">>
A rattle of metal and gears sounding the bulwarks placement and activation, sand spuming up from the bracing pegs shooting into the ground even as the short, portable, wall rises up, bracing plates slamming up and holding its position and allowing those by the truck to find additional cover, just at the moment a glowing red concussion munition spirals out into the midst of the oncoming force, slamming into the 'face' of one of the walkers and turning it into a fireball.
Conventional slugthrowers, blaster rounds and even detonite based mortar fire arcs back and forth, figures on the ground among the back line of walkers appearing, shooting and some being blasted down while walkers, speeders, and sections of the mountain fortress blow out in showers of shattered or molten durasteel with bodies intermixed.
An anti-personnel blaster even thudding into the form of Hadrix - fortunate that it was full weapons grade blasters knocking him off of his feet, drawing a groan as he sits up <<"Sumi, Aubrei's IFF is coming up on the big craft's port side. Mind your targeting and Fei's. Ground forces, bulwark is in place fire in ranks and keep low... Them blaster cannons kriffing hurt.">> hufff. And so he keeps behind cover, reloading his launcher.
Sumi's E-wing takes a light hit from the turrets, but it doesn't dissuade her from a subsequent attack. Coming around from a low-flying loop, Sumi retaliates with fire of her own that renders the 'Big Guy' out of commission; its weapons systems go out, and it begins to explode section by section.
As Sumi is fly away from the destructing materiel, she hits supersonic speed to find altitude. <<"Better tell her (Bre) to find cover. It's lighting up like a celebration down there..">> The E-Wing screams toward the incoming Y-Wing to take a position on her wing. <<"Fae, let's start doing runs on the remaining vehicles in the area..">>
His moment of glory in the air was short lived, the grim smile under his helmet wiped away after searing pain burns in his chest. "Nnnnnngh!" Avery grunts, clutching at his torso with his free hand as he recoils back to the ground, his gravbelt kicking in at the last second to keep the Mandalorian from coming to a much more abrupt stop. <"Ow..."> the young slicer claims, examining the wound as he steps in behind the bulwark. <"That was a great idea... going up there to give them a target to shoot at."> He quietly remarks to himself with a shake of his head. <"Brilliant planning, Avery.">
He grumbles as he winces into place next to Terek behind he bulwark, a nod of his head to his fellow Mandalorian before he peers over the wall with his blaster at the ready. <"Better plan... stay behind cover to shoot at baddies."> And that he does, squeezing the trigger to send two more searing red bolts flying over the desert and into the cloud of dust that has risen. The first blast into the distance is rewarded with the sound of crunching metal and a quiet explosing. The second shot..... well.... it looked pretty when it lit up the dust in the air, gleaming off the crystalized sand that it passed through as it went.
Zelo's IFF notes Aubrei in the midst of all of the vehicles and he makes certain to keep close attention as the brave scout moves out past the protection of barricade. From a kilometer away, the sniper feels relatively safe, and those heroics make him feel a bit of a coward. But bravery is not his job. Today, it's eliminating targets before they get in striking distance of his people. Zelo closes the eye that scans for IFF and focuses on his advanced scope, seeking out another walker pilot, another deep breath, and another slow exhalation as the walker shifts mid-step. The bare finger pulls the trigger again, and the scope shows another marauder cease to be, the walker falling over in the process. <<"Al'verde, this is Overwatch. Still plenty of walkers out there, thermals are only picking up so far. May still be more out in the sand. If something specific is troubling anyone, call it out, or ping it. Over.">> As the whine of a recharging blaster rifle fills his immediate vicinity, he looks away from the scope to see how his people while the air support fly across overhead.
Just as the air speeder is ripping away from the spreading group of walkers, speeders, and the now exploding armored truck thing Sumi's blowing to bits, something hits Hahtavi's speeder. His world suddenly jerks hard as things light up and sparks fly but he manages to stay in the air, still pulling his nose up! No plowing into the sand here - yet!
With a grimaze behind his helmet's visor, Hahtavi brings the aircraft around and tries to see what's going on in the maelstrom of smoke and dust. There, a walker appears for a moment dead ahead with no sign of Aubrei. His airspeeder's couse is adjusted to line up his shot and Hahtavi's firing once more, lighting it up. The walker's pilot is burned and exploded, the hodge-podge walker blowing apart and falling hard to the sand, adding to the smoke upon the plains of Manda'yaim.
<<" Hahtavi to team, scratch another walker. Bre, I can't see you in this chaos, over. ">> He'd like not to shoot her by accident and he doesn't even know Narsai is also mixed up in the fray.
<"Heard, I am going to give them a hiccup and get out of the way."> For those with a view Aubrei is true to her word and her jetpack lights up. She is not exactly clean and the sudden rush of the jet brings her right up beneath the walker a little too close. SHe slams into it and grunts, grabbing at one of the molded indentations of the lgs to keep herself from careening out from underneath.
<"Oh boy, that was close."> She centers herself and opens up a section on her gauntlet to slam her spiker right up into the bottom of the control panel she pops open with a kick of her foot.
It takes her a moment to control the piece and the overload is sent through the system. The walker beging to jitter and go off balance as one leg begins to swing its legs around, moving it in a circle with the scout still attached. She gasps and drops down, letting herself take the fall with a roll of her body so she comes up and quickly dives for cover so that her compatriots do not manage to make her collateral damage.
<"I am back on the ground, Haht. Trying to get out of the way. Have a vulnerable walker by way of overload to its systems. I can hit another if we need it.">
As soon as Avery comes into place behind the bulwark, Terek gives him a little bit of a nod in response, <"That's always a smart play."> He replies to the comment about staying behind cover and shooting, <"At least until you get a full beskar armor set.">
Speaking of shooting from behind cover, Terek leans up over the bulwark and fires several shots in rapid succession, two of them bouncing off of the speeder, but one shot getting lucky and winging one of the crewmen in the leg.
Unfortunately for that crewman he falls out of the speeder and rolls under it, making Terek wince a bit as he pulls back behind his cover, <"Where do these guys get all this equipment anyway?"> He wonders out loud.
Narsai's IFF would signal, adding itself to the HUD of the Mandalorians, but even from above one of the surest signs of her presence is the sudden streak of violet light that erupts from the beskar-forged hilt at her hand. A rocketing shape that touches down in front of the cockpit of the first walker, a moment offered for the pilot to meet the gaze of that T-visor before she plunges the lightsaber forwards and plasma pierces her target.
Kicking away gracefully, Narsai's jetpack adds a burst of thrust that propels her leap to the next, her weapon driven downwards beneath her plunging down through the top of the vehicle before she wrenches it sideways, ending another pilot.
<<"I see diplomacy is going well,">> she speaks, humor carried clear in her tones.
<"It was fine, Avery. They got lucky..."> head lifting, Hadrix swings the launcher breech shut with a 'clud' sound before rubbing his chest - most of the paint gone and now more beskar than anything else shows. <"Happens to everyone."> the head shake looking more for clearing his head than anything else as he reaches up, instinctively, to one side of his helmet, as if touching a earpiece link.
<<"Copy Zelo, Copy Sumi. K'oyacyi.">> stay alive. <<"You know it was going well, then one of those chakaare had to shoot at Evie... Sumi wasn't having it.">>
More forces fall, to either side. With the massive wheeled crawler blasted and smoking with nothing to show for its existence but vehicle crew leaping clear, some to be shredded by the sudden explosion that leads with the bulging of the rear armor plates before they burst like kettle-pops. Flame and ion-detonation energy eject some bodies at such speed that they skim over the sand like stones on still water, rather than plow in, painting the sand red. Others are more fortunate, as the forward section remains more stable, save the massive holes Sumi blew in the sides.
<<"Clankah, arm up and get to work.">>
A B1 unit collapsed in the back of the truck suddenly unfolding to hop over the lip of the bed, swinging its arms up with a very non-standard EE-3 in its grip,
"Copy!"
A rocket from one of the speeders striking out at the mountain base detonates and turns the front gate to flechette with the force of the blast, while AP-Turrets sweep across the Smoke-Crawler lines.
<<"Curse it.. Sumi, I keep missing!">> Fae laments over the comms just after her pass at a walker yields no success. The impacts from her laser cannon fire slap the ground in a thunderous kinetic blast that leaves two towers of dust swarming in its wake. The nacelles on the Y-Wing begin to glow brighter as the Hapan noble increases her afterburner output.
Sumi sails in behind her, diving in and pulling up just after releasing a trio of shots from the heavy cannons on her craft. Two shots miss, gloriously, adding to the dirt display, but her third finds purchase and erects an explosive tower of black smoke that stretches skyward with streaming bits of screaming molten slag. <<"It may be the calibration on the targeting computer, I haven't recalibrated them in a while.">> Sumi intones, not wanting to dash the Lady's confidence in the middle of battle.
A shrug is given to Hadrix while return fire zips over their heads. Avery grunts and gives a glance to the blaster burn on his chest plate, a sizeable hole in the middle of the scorch mark. A rattled chuckle comes in response to Terek's comments. <"Almost there... just one more ingot and I'll be able to forge the chest."> He pushes his carbine over the bulwark to engage the enemy, the HUD picking up the unfortunate fellow who fell beneath the speeder he tumbled out of. <"I'm not sure, picking 'em off the bodies they pillage."> He nods up toward the fortress they were defending, <"From places like this possibly..."> Avery looks for signs of movement in the dust cloud and squeezes the trigger, loosing another bolt that connects and sends sparks skyward. <"Regardless, they won't be finding anymore.">
Lights flare all over his heads up display, enemies, friendlies, (he's pleased to see Aubrei made it away from the toppling machine), and machines all glowing in red, green, and yellow. With the dust settling he targets the approaching speeder he scored a hit on a moment ago, tracks its movement and depresses the trigger to send another shot its way. At the last second a twinge of pain shoots through his torso and he grunts, sending the bolt just wide. <"Kriff....">
A shrug is given to Hadrix while return fire zips over their heads. Avery grunts and gives a glance to the blaster burn on his chest plate, a sizeable hole in the middle of the scorch mark. A rattled chuckle comes in response to Terek's comments. <"Almost there... just one more ingot and I'll be able to forge the chest."> He pushes his carbine over the bulwark to engage the enemy, the HUD picking up the unfortunate fellow who fell beneath the speeder he tumbled out of. <"I'm not sure, picking 'em off the bodies they pillage."> He nods up toward the fortress they were defending, <"From places like this possibly..."> Avery looks for signs of movement in the dust cloud and squeezes the trigger, loosing another bolt that connects and sends sparks skyward. <"Regardless, they won't be finding anymore.">
Lights flare all over his heads up display, enemies, friendlies, (he's pleased to see Aubrei made it away from the toppling machine), and machines all glowing in red, green, and yellow. With the dust settling he targets the approaching speeder he scored a hit on a moment ago, the vehicle wobbling dangerously as it slides over the sand. The Mandalorian slicer tracks its movement and depresses the trigger to send another shot its way. Due to its erratic movement, the blast goes wide, sailing harmlessly by. <"Kriff...."> However, as the trio watch from the bulwark, the speeder veers hard to the side and spins out of control, throwing debris over a wide radius as it breaks apart on impact with the sand. <"Eeeer... I meant to do that.">
Evie's been a little quiet lately, but it's because the Empress had been concentrating on keeping her hands busy and her tools in motion. Forced on defense by a few lucky shots from their foes, the clan's shipwright has been busily trying to make repairs to her vessel so that it can remain airborne and keep her in her element, rather than on the ground.
Not that she's a total stranger to ground battles, but she's not the Empress of the Sand.
<< "Hope I didn't keep you folks waiting too long." >> drawls the Kuati's voice over the comms as her speeder cruises back into view. Another piece returning to the battlefield.
Zelo continus his work from high on the mountain, closing his left eye to line up the next shot. Thermal scanners are less a necessity as the dust begins to settle, but the head index still makes it very easy to line up a shot at this distance. He taps the scanner to adjust again for the shift in distance on the new walker, then takes his next breath. The sniper with the big-barrel rifle exhales, and another bolt lances out from the high-up hide, finding a target and leaving another walker without a pilot to steer the gallumphing feet. <<"Numbers markedly thinning now that that dust has settled. Overwatch marks... Two walkers remaining. Over.">> He opens the other eye, watching through his helmet's binoculars at the chaos below, listening to his rifle's recharge.
She is not minding her own business really but Aubrei still is caught midstride as the net gun is pulled from her back. SLAM. She feels it reverberate through her spine as the bolt slams into her chest. Thankfully beskar intervenes and she remains standing despite the imminent threat to her life. Its going to bruise a bit.
She is stalking forward to hogtie some unsuspecting figure emerges from the fallen vehicle when the sound of something shrill tumbling through the air and in her direction catches her attention. Her head turns and just in time as she hits the rocket and engages the thrusters. Up she goes, barely skimming over the speeder sent careening her way by a dead driver. Gasping, her heat wildly racing in her chest its a wonder when she touches down that the shot hits.
Granted she's shooting at one small exit of the vehicle and its occupants. <"Its all good. I am okay."> Comes her voice over the comms. <"Aim the speeder elsewhere. One down."> She watches as the body tumbles over in the way of the exit his body twitching due to the current running through the next. <"Okay everyone put their hands up or I am going to just keep shooting!"> She sounds serious. Question is will they take her that way.
The IFF markers do help and the dust dying down, though there's more smoke now due to the many destroyed and burning vehicles. Narsai's sabre is hard to miss, glowing brightly and flashing as she cuts things impressively to ribbons. As Hahtavi seeks another target and evades fire himself in the air speeder, he notes to himself yet again to never, ever piss off anyone with a light sabre.
The air speeder he's been lent comes back around. Hahtavi makes what compensations he can for his damaged craft and keeps pounding the Smoke Crawlers. The twin cannons fire coherant light at the speeder he finds hismelf chasing, hitting it and fragmenting it into debris as it cartwheels and comes apart. <<" Another speeder down. Not many of them left, over. ">>
With that in mind, Hahtavi looks carefully to see if any reinforcements might be coming. Or maybe he's just looking in the direction where his former life lay south of the mountains in the distance. No, best keep his focus on here and now. Time enough for the other, later.
Terek actually laughs a little bit, <"Well we'll take it all away from them as best we can.>" Terek replies to Avery, as he leans over and fires several more shots. Nothing good, just trying to keep them honest.
He does take a few moments to watch the rocket packing lightsaber wielding mandalorian tearing through the hostiles, <"Damn.">
As the speeder tears itself apart Terek lets out a slight whistle, and then he ducks back behind cover.
Explosions in her wake, glowing plasma sword in her hand, Narsai touches down amidst the infantry. A more difficult target for the remaining hostile vehicles, but more than that she'd realised it was far easier to not complicate the targeting of the Kora air support if she wasn't clambering all over the vehicles!
<"Stand down,"> the woman speaks, brandishing the weapon towards the Ragelanders she'd dropped amongst. <"You will not get another chance if you continue to attack our people.">
The two starfighters zip by overhead again, this time raining down an unhealthy amount of hate and discontent. Lady Fae renders a walker inoperable before it combusts and explodes just when she's passed over it. Sumi's blast yields a spectacular explosion that's quickly shrouded by the dust and debris. As both fighters break away to head higher in altitude, Sumi's voice cuts over the comm. <<"Looks like the field is clear of armor. It's all about shooting now. If you see anything else, let us know; we're on station. Good shooting, Lady Fae.">>
<<"Thank you, madam.">>
Avery's helmet turns to Terek as he's struck, concern clearly coming through the vox. <"You alright?"> In retaliation he lifts his carbine to poke over the wall, sending the first shot wide before blowing another man out of his boots. The smoky Mandalorian ducks back behind the wall to check on his friends, eyes darting from the blaster scored carapace of Hadrix before alighting on the wound that Terek received. <"Oooh... looks like they got you pretty good. We might need to amputate your head..."> he mentions, the slow crawling grin that spreads across his lips unseen due to the T-visored helmet that protects his face. Hopefully the sarcasm was dripping enough that it was heard through the comms.
Now back among the battlefield properly, Evie finds herself.. without a lot of targets left in her sights. Shooting womprats in a T-16 skyhopper is not as easy as certain people might have one believe, and shooting actual people from an airspeeder? Also harder than one might expect. Because even when the blasters are on target, and Evie's are... target it just too small, too difficult to pick off the ground from her angle, altitude and velocity. Alas. Maybe next time!
Well, that's that! Hahtavi brings the air speeder back for another attack ... and there's no mechanical targets left! He begins to prowl around the debris piles spewing dark smoke and cautiously begins to look to see if there is any last defiance too dumb to up and run for it. He sees a few people on the sand refusing to give up the assault and he scowls behind his helmet's visor, "Di'kutla ... grow a brain and run away, damn you."
Not liking it, he brings the air speeder through once more and lines up a shot. Hahtavi waits for a clump of at least two of them close enough and vaporizes them! A bright flash of light from his cannons and they don't know what hit them. He shakes his head, <<" Pointless death. To think I was raised to this way of life. ">> A brutal, short life.
She's shot at. They miss. Aubrei goes still. <"I did not say shoot me I said to put down your weapons and give up..or something like that."> SHe is still rattled from nearly being crushed by rogue speeder so as she locks in the new net and aims she flinches a little at movement on her right and throws off her aim as the net hits the downed vehicle the warriors are crawling out. It skims over the side of the vehicle and disappers doing nothing to help her.
<"I mean it. That was a warning shot!"> Lies. They are lies.
Terek was about to say something to Avery when he gets blasted in the helmet and knocked on his ass. He lays there for a moment, looking up at the sky, <"Ow."> Seems the helmet managed to absorb most of the impact, though there's a scorch mark along the side of the helmet.
Annoyed, and kind of pissed off, Terek rises back up and levels his weapon at the guys that are still coming at them, double tapping one of them in the chest with his blaster, as the others finally start to turn tail and run.
<"At least some of them are smart enough to know when they're out matched!">
Smoke-Crawlers ruined, routed, a few more from the battered husk of the crawler joining those on the ground in their flight. Maybe a score of them in total, most injured and the rest dead. But the scene of the desert before the mountain path is churned sand, brittle glass, burning metal and smoke curling to the sky.
Ca of Waruum, Bitr of Bazza - among those coming forth when the Ordo and Koras approach again, helmets still on hands at their sides but no weapons drawn.
<"So you can at least show you're willing to fight off raiders..."> Ca's voice hisses some before Bitr's addition. <"We'll need medical aid though... We've suffered losses for your impetus."> more of a growl. Arms folding across his chest. <"What else do you have to offer us, to show us Concord Dawn's good will?"> Ca again, looking from face to face from behind the fine mesh of her visor.
Wind whistles and the sawing of it is like a moan of the dying, that had been stolen from the lips who were strewn about the battlefield in the aftermath. Darkness was finally coming as well, the pale blue of the sky deepening by the minute, threatening towards black on the horizon.
<"How will we recover, with some of ours marching far away, instead of manning the ramparts?">
Sumi brings her vessel down for a smooth landing, deploying its strut and initiating the cool-down process for the engines to finally take a break. The ship has seen better days, it's practically caked in dirt and grime, with some scoring on one of the wings. Its canopy pops up and out climbs Sumi Kora, who walks across the damaged wing and drops onto the ground with a heavy-weighted landing that forces her to kneel down briefly before rising up. Absent a cape, the century old warrior shows off an impressive arsenal of modified weaponry each positioned just right for a quick draw.
Their greeting earns a grunt from Sumi, who casually props her hands on her hips. She's no diplomat, she's a soldier, so she just takes ownership for her impetus. <"An unfortunate circumstance. I admit, not our best work, but they're dead. Fewer problems to haunt us later..-- We brought a lot of supplies, ranging from medical, food, moisture vaporators.. there's a whole bunch of drek on the truck from the Concord Dawn.. do you need more?"> Head tilt.
Avery watches the retreat from the protection of the bulwark, his gun leveled at the ground, not firing on those that run for their lives. With a deep sigh he glances up to the battered fortress, not certain what they would find there when they went to meet the one's they had helped. Danger cleared, he slings the E-11 back over his shoulder and lifts his hands to remove the helmet from his head. What appears is an unkempt beard and the long face of a man who hasn't been getting much rest, bags under his eyes and a world weary look about him. The slicer nods to Hadrix and piles into the truck for the long commute up the hill. Once they arrive, the door opens and Avery slips from the vehicle, trodding over the packed dirt to nod to the ones that meet them, standing behind the leader of his Clan while she speaks.
The saber retracted, tucked away once more, Narsai turns her armored form towards the approaching Clansmen of Waruum and Bazza. She'd await Sumi's touchdown, after all they were both here in the name of the Journeymen rather than this being an operation from her own gathering of clans. She tilts her head, hands lifted with greeting she nods to Sumi's words in agreement, Narsai gesturing to their number. <"We have healers among our number, warriors to ensure your efforts to heal, to rearm and repair remain uninterrupted. Time and resources are what Concord Dawn is offering. What we are offering."
Zelo, surprisingly, is uninjured as the conflict seems to draw to a close. But anything could happen in the ragelands. The Nautolan also knows there is one down below who'd rather not see him, so he keeps his scope trained and sweeping across the sands, toggling from one optic mode to the next. Until they call him down, Overwatch will stay on the mountain, vigilant. The sniper remains ready, and his black-pool eyes are wide open.
The airspeeder Hahtavi is piloting takes one last circle around to make sure the last survivors are routed and making a run for it - and that there's no sign of anyone else coming out to play! As the sun sinks lower and begins to drop behind the edge of the world, he finally brings the air speeder in to gather with the others, landing softly. A moment later it's powering down and he hops out.
Hahtavi's Dreadfinder armor's boots hit the ground. His modified Galaar rifle slung over his back along with a juvenile kimogila cloak. His helmet's T-visor slowly turns to take in the mountain folk as the Waruum and Bazza come forth to speak. He too carries a medical pack and looks to see who's wounded.
Since nobody's going to ask him to speak, Hahtavi leaves the speeder and starts to see whom he may be able to help among those who are injured. He says nothing, silent and wary, but paying attention and listening. At least until the part about not having enough hands to man the ramparts. Then he stops.
A look to Sumi and Hadrix, then back ere Hahtavi says low through his helmet's speaker, <" I should think we can find those who would be willing to help in defense of this place if agreements are reached. I will stand a tour of watch here with you if it will help us bring civilization back to my homeland. ">
Aubrei is here. She has two nets left in her rig now once more attached to her back. She reaches up and tugs at the helmet feeling the heat collect and finally release outwards. She hesitates but finally drags it off, pale blonde curls spilling free in a loose ponytail. Directing herself towards the one injured member of the group, she sets down the protective helm and then begins to pull the needed implements to see to Avery's chest. "It appears the bleeding has slowed, which is good." Eyes flit up to check his expression.
"How is your pain?" As she says this the depresser can be felt. A pinch and sting as she numbs the immediate area and relief comes but it does not mean its fixed, not by far. "I am going to seal it for now, we will have to see to it more completely when we are safely away from here. Someone else will have a better hand at it than me. But for now would you please hold still. Thank you." Its said politely, calmly and she tilts her head to get a better look as she despenses the bacta into the wound and fumbles with the patch to help stem the bleeding.
Those in charge deal with what is happening. This is something small she can focus on.
After things finally seem to settle down, Terek holsters his weapon. The fight is over for the moment. He begins work on un-deploying the portable bulwark, in order to pack it back away into their transport.
He knows he's no good at negotiation, and besides, the group has definitely let their actions speak for them today. No sense in going up there and opening his mouth to wind up screwing it up now.
<"We didn't expect to get anything."> Bitr admits, though there's a grudging sort of acceptance to the offering, the short man folding arms across his chest and turning towards the lankier Ca as her head turns, the durasteel mesh of her visor taking them in, one by one.
Hadrix simply slips to stand where he is at both Sumi and Narsai's flank, resting a hand on Avery's shoulder as he passes, giving a little shake of his pauldron before he is standing still in a very precise parade rest. Old habits. Ca's voice rising at last once her study finishes with Aubrei - noting the ancient armor with a stare that feels like a hungry strill's.
<"It's far more than Concord Dawn has sent down, since Vroxx was established."> the pair of clan leaders looking to one another then back to the assembled warriors. <"We will accept their offer and allow more from Concord Dawn to come here on the promise of their rendering aid, putting hands to gun positions when we need. And we have one demand to be made of you and it will be an accepted deal."> another shared look and a rumble of thunder that is revealed to be kilometers distant cannon fire, or an explosion. To the east crackles of small arms slugfire. Another day on Mandalore.
<"The sail-skiff that was blasted apart; they will be upset. They'll send more scouts, and even if the remains are buried or taken by our salvagers; they will promise retribution. We will need you to dissuade them, pre-emptively. Agreeable?">
Bitr answering Hahtavi's murmured question <"I'm sure we would appreciate it. If you have a fighter besides that one, needing repairs... That would be an advantage.">
