Log:New Republic: Taking a Stand

New Republic: Taking a Stand

OOC Date: April 18, 2020
Location: Beacon Outpost, Rori, Chommell Sector
Participants: New Republic: David Ironside, Ban Iskender, Hadrix Kora, Nubri, Elrych Cometburn, Barad, Vex, Lozen, Sshylisk, Bizz Bliptettjupp, Kryll Red, Naome Naberrie as GM and NPC Renee

The task force was led into the swamps by a short, dark-skinned handmaiden named Renee (Ruh-nay). Renee was not much for talking. Sent by Lady Naome to serve as their guide, she proved her worth as the best tracker on the moon. Leading through the heart of the swamps and forests, Renee showed them the old paths taken by training Resistance troops that had now grown old and tangled with new weeds.

When they reached their destination, it was beneath a night sky with the view of Naboo high up, clouds gently passing before her. While Naboo was no moon, the light it projected upon Rori was enough to cast night-time moon rays through the gaps in the tree canopy, decorating the forest floor in in an odd chiaroscuro like style where everything seemed black and white.

Renee took a knee, drawing out her Theed-Arms S-5 to switch its safety off before drawing her hood back to show her face. Thick black hair was decoratively beaded and oriented back from her face, and her dark eyes angled up toward the looming tower that marked the location of Beacon Outpost.

"We are here. Prepare yourselves and your weapons. Were these pirates capable of diplomacy, we would not have to fight, but they've given us no other alternative. Aside from munitions and things the Resistance left behind, they've used this outpost as a staging ground to kidnap and prepare citizens of Rori for slavery. My sister was one of the ones captured.."

Renee wipes her nose with a sleeve and points at the tower. "I believe there to be a lookout. If someone can spot them and remove our threat of setting of an alarm, we'll have an easier time crossing this field and getting past the fence barrier."

Nubri sighs, jetpack on the back of her crumson armor, sniper already ready in her hands, as she takes off towards the sky, to scout out <<"Understood.">> she says, hoping to potentially snice someone above the fcrowns of the trees

Lets get political...

Hadrix looms among the gathering, bowcaster lifted and raised to be slung across his shoulder while he walks,

<"Contrary, conflict is the ultimate form of diplomacy. There is no obfuscation in words, and only the search and destroy of one political viewpoint against the other, in this case the democratic Nabooian government against the violent, and sometimes anarchist, meritocracy of a pirate organization that self governs in a pocket realm... Naboo has chosen to make their debate in final structure, is all..."> The vocalizer leaving his posh coruscanti accented voice in a rumbling growl of glass and gravel.

<"Seeing their friends fall around them is actually the best way to force diplomacy on pirates, in my experience."> David Ironside speaks, his voice modulated through the helmet of his dark blue Void Armor. He's carrying a -large- weapon, along with a coolant tank on his back. <"Speaking of making them fall, hope you have a good crew ready for cleanup."> he adds, peering up and raising his fist. <"Up on the tower. He's not seen us yet. Who wants to open arguments?"> he asks, readying his rifle and feeling it spin up in his grasp.

Ban Iskender treads along the paths with the others, posture still and dignified in heavy battle armor, surmounted by a decorative green half-cape. He walks near Bizz and Elrych, coming to a knee to reduce his profile when their guide does. A short nod to the outline. "Defeat any hostiles, locate and recover and captives. Understood," he notes evenly. A heavy pistol is drawn and readied in his right hand, before a curved sword is drawn in his right with a low rasp, preparing for a rapid advance, once shots at the sentry are taken.

Slick's form tilts forwards as he begins stomping through the weeds - using his bulk, swinging footsteps and heavier armour to break through any brush that decides to get in his path. Soon enough, his armour is filthy with muck and the general grossness that you can expect from someone who goes 'sure I'll stomp through that mucky stuff first.'

His head tilts as he looks around, staring at the dosh runes that flash past his vision. His display is illuminated through the night, but he blink-clicks it off to return his vision to the default, slitted eyes staring out through the monochromatic sight before him. Pupils dilate before he flicks his low-light filter back on to his display.

<<"Do piratessss have any rightssss on Naboo? What doessss the law sssssay about pirate prissssonersss?">>

Asking the real important questions. A pause, and his mic clicks on again. <<"Pissstol won't hit accurately at that range.">>

Bizz Bliptettjupp the holy monk of Jedha was just riding along with his lordliness Ban Iskender, and somehow was roped into coming to a swamp. But his home planet of Gentes is a swamp, so the short Ugnaught gentleman is quite at home. "Oh this humidity is lovely," he says without any sarcasm. A kod'yok leather satchel is on his left and a magnetic quiver full of energy arrows is on his right hip, and in his hands is a strange energizing bow resembling those used by the Kyuzo. "Do you smell tabac? Someone is smoking tabac." Unfortunately his eyes aren't keen enough to spot the sentry yonder in the tower.

Lozen keeps alongside Hadrix, legs striding doubletime, <"I do not believe we are here for political philosophy, my heart."> she scans the landscap. <"I do not see any spotters, does anyone else?"> She carries a rifle nearly as tall as she is but whilt it sits ready against her shoulder it's muzzle is down as she gets a feel for the landscape.

Elrych Cometburn is not far from Ban, though in more traditional Jedi garb than battle armor. His lightsaber is already in one of his hands, unlit for the time being. Following along with the others, he speaks softly. "I will seek out prisoners first and hasten their eacape." A nod in agreement. His blue eyes remained hawkish in the night unobstrucred by his usual shades for yhis operation.

Trooper armor, odd for a Zeltron perhaps, her pink face and blue swept up hair a complement to its drab green and black. Dyannah hefts a sniper rifle over one shoulder and a holstered DL-30, serviceable but not high glam. She does not fit the stereotypes.

The snap-hiss of a helmet being attached puts an anonymous end to being seen. Powering up the HUD, she searches for fresh signs of their adversary. Head angled toward the lookout, she sees nothing, either in the tangle of swamp grasses or along the perimeter of the fence. <"Not a thing, not a single thing so far.">

The call had gone out, and Kryll decided he had to make some in roads to perhaps getting another meeting with Dameron, since for whatever reason, the man seems to be hiding when he claimed he was not hiding. Not in his hunter gear for this operation, Kryll is wearing his Trooper armor, with his E-11 slung over his chest again. Held, but aimed at the ground for now as everyone gets ready. He does some final checks over his armor, ammo, and other parts of his kit before nodding. <<"Six, keep a recording of the operation, and keep the ship ready for a quick evac if needed.">> he states to his droid over private comms. He looks about to the other people here on this op, some he knows and can rely on, the others, a little bit of the unknown. <"Kryll, ready to go."> Sentry? Not his job, he doesn't see it, nor even look for it. There are people with weapons designed to deal with early threats, he is awaiting the word to move forward and begin the operation proper.

<"I mean, the Cartel Cares, right?"> Vex is quietly talking to Slick, her black-scaled sidekick, very likely completely oblivious to the severity of the situation, and even less likely to understand the political gravity of the events that have transpired. When Slick asks his questions she grows mercifully silent, but mercy is never long-lived.

<"Can't always just be runnin' and gunnin', you know. Our most generous Overlords also hope to help the wayw--hhHHOO!"> She was marching along behind the trandoshan, bowcaster in hand, happilly chatting away to the back of the heavily armoured fellow when her foot got stuck in muck just long enough to trip her up, hitting the ground with a wet slap before pulling herself free with a quiet, drawn out 'schlrpff' noise. There's the quiet clearing of her voice as she stands, choosing to ignore the filth she's now covered in.

<"... nobody saw that, just keep walkin'."> Maybe she doesn't realise people can hear her, maybe she's just telling people what she saw, it's hard to tell. The nearer they get to the target area, however, the quieter she becomes, until it's business time. Her attentions slide to Renee when she makes mention of her sister having been taken, and a deep frown forms beneath her helmet's cover. She'd say something, but now is hardly the time. Her keen eyes are turned toward the tower, chin tilting up even as her bowcaster is drawn up but the string isn't drawn. She then indicates the scout that lurks there like a Pointer before readying her weapon in case she has to make the shot.

Barad is not here to make arguments. Nor, particularly, to receive any. He most especially does not carry a rifle, quite definitely not one as tall as he is, as that would be quite the weapon. He's not here for the philosophy and not even, really, for the fight. His job is closest to the 'cleanup' role that David had alluded to, if slightly more advanced in nature. Barad is here to keep the living amongst the living, and carries a medkit in lieu of a firearm, toward that very end. He settles down into the nearest cover and waits, keeping an eye on the -rest- of the scene, other than the tower, trusting that the sentry will be ID'ed and no one will shoot prier. Hmmmm. What else might they be walking into?

"Pirates have no rights on this moon, or our sector. They've chosen their fate. Should any surrender, we welcome the use of non-lethal force so that they may be apprehended and taken in to answer for these injustices. Though if they should fall.." Renee says and just smiles slightly, perhaps indicating that she would be okay with that fate too. Turning her attention to the group, she raises a hand. "If you are crossing, you may follow me. Use the tall grass and push south..toward the tower. When you reach its protective wall, hug it and wait for everyone to regroup. We will need to scale it to reach the other side."

"Whoever is taking the shot.. take it now. All others, follow me. Keep low.."

Nubri takes a brath in, up in the air <<"Understood, Davik. Target acquired.">> she takes a look through her scope before firing, the shot a bit off, the bolt just grazing the sentry's side, so it is weakened but yet alive <<"Sithspit! Take him out now!">> she orders, shaking her head, as she peers down the sight, before flying down, as if to land before anyone notices her. It goes good, until she slips in her mud, working to righten herself again

Target acquired rings in his ears from the audial pickup. Snapping to action at the declaration that the target is to be removed the Massive Mandalorian's arm comes down, tibanna chambers squealing as the metal bolt slams home and then the considerable 'HYOONK' of the gold plated bowcaster spitting a star with iron core into the chest of the sentient.

Blown back and tumbling like a meteor to terrestrial surface, Hadrix's steps remain steady, following Renee yet.

<<"Neutralized.">> reported over private comms, to announce Hadrix's success.

David lowers his rifle when Hadrix takes care of the target first. The large man just gets a sidelong, invisible-through-visor look, before David cants his head, because personal glory doesn't matter in times like this. <"On to the base, then. As the handmaiden said. Tall grass, tower. Hope everyone brought their climbing ropes."> Because David didn't bring any. Oh well. Off he trudges, into the tall grass. Keep an eye out for raptors, y'all.

Ban Iskender rises swiftly and starts forward at a run through the tall grass toward the outpost's wall, as their guide had directed. With so large a team, he remains silent on the comms, focused on the fight to come.

Lozen hunkers down low, crouched over and trotting along as best she can with her ridiculously huge rifle and her keeping low while her braid beats against her armored back as she follows Renee.

"Two pointssss." Slick states, but not over comms. His eyes track the falling man - his head turning as Vex trips. Instead of saying anything, or, you know. Pointing. That would be bad. He has that written down somewhere. Instead he gives a grunt and shifts to stand a bit more in front of Vex, before he continues trudging forwards. He doesn't run, but his eyes do track those that start running, or moving quickly. Blink-click to take a momento picture, just before the chaos begins.

<<"I think thisss will be fun. Pleassse ssstay behind me, Bossslady. I'm am fine to take trophiessss, count pointsss, yesss?">>

Bizz Bliptettjupp follows after Ban Iskender, having some trouble running with his fat beer belly. And he can barely see through the tall swampy grass. "Do you see any of them, Lord Bang?" he hisses while huffing heavily for air. His bow is held in one hand and his first arrow in the other.

Elrych Cometburn is hot on Bans heels, moving towards the wall swiftly. His lightsaber is still not lit, likely to avoid drawimg attention to him and the party. As the watch guard goes down, Elrych chances a glance that way. No alarms. So far so good. At Bizz, he laughs quietsly. "Lord Bang. Thats rich."

"And so it begins," Dyannah whispers to herself. One gloved hand hooked under the rifle to stabilize it she jogs forward behind the others, sidestepping puddles when she can in the uneven terrain. Parting the tall grass that would cut like razors were she not in armor, she surveys the area scanning for a reaction to the guard being taken out.

Getting up to follow the handmaiden, who Kryll was certain was a more of some kind of assistant to a politician, but it seems his earlier concern about people on Nar who have jobs and also own guns, seems to be more of a galaxy wide syndrome. His gun comes up, ready to fire if a target presents itself, but for now he seems to be following the warrior-politician into combat. SLow and steady steps, minimizing the movement of his blaster rifle as he slowly scans the area ahead for threats.

<<"... You're askin' me? ... How'm I meant to know what you're allowed to count??">> Vex hisses toward Slick, giving a moment of pause before she nonchalanetly snap-flicks some muck off her hand so that her fingers aren't stuck together. That said, those're leather gloves she has on. Them digits're gunna get mighty stiff when this starts drying. She's about to continue, but it's about then that she notices people jogging away, <<"Quick! Follow 'em, Slick!">> 'Quick' now seems a relative term as she slogs her way through the muck, trying to get to drier land but not knowing where any is, which results in a sort of slide-shuffle of awkward movements that might bring to mind a newborn giraffe taking a stroll of a wet floor. <<"They won't lose us -that- easily!">>

She does know they're on her team, right?

... sure... I mean... of course she does.

Barad follows along at pace, moving faster than you'd think he'd be able to, considering his bulk and appearance. His big ole' floopy ears sway back and forth in time with the rhythms of his footfalls. Feels good to run. Feels good to be out in the wilds as well. Barad tosses back his head and inhales deeply of the environs through his flat cold wet nose. Hm. Might not have been the wisest plan. Swampwater hides a great many secrets, almost none of them worth sharing.

"I need just a moment.." Renee says when they reach the wall. Stepping out beneath the 'moon' light from Naboo, Renee takes aim at the tower and fires a near silent harpoon cable up to the top. A moment later, the woman is being pulled to the top of the tower leaving the team in relative quiet.

A few moments pass, and another body falls from the top of the tower to splat down below. Then, a portion of the wall everyone has made it to begins to open up. This reveals a large court yard around the base of the tower where artificial lighting has been strung up on internal posts. 25 pirates are here, stacking boxes. Some move bound persons down the path toward a large hangar that's been purposed to service a big CEC YT-2550 medium freighter, its massive cargo lift down so they can load it up.

<<"I've got the gate open for you guys. I'm locking their ship down using the controls here, but it will take time. See if you can get their attention.. look out for anyone who is bound up though. They might be stored in one of the other buildings or on that ship..-- Good luck.">> Says Renee quietly over the comms.

Ahead of the group TWENTY-FIVE PIRATES. They've not noticed them, yet.

Nubri shrugs "I could give you a lift, D." she teases with a small grin, putting the wood-stocked sniper on her shoulder, carbine slung across her chest "I am sure this jetpack can carry us both." which... she does sound earnest about, before drawing her S5 "Alternatively, I have an ascension line. It did serve us well when we hunted that Star Destroyer. Well, you. I forgot I had it in that commotion." she does sound a little embarassed about that, before looking up the tower "Well, no point in making plans.... here come the drums." she mutters "It will be *just* like flying that Vendetta.... not like the bounty. But here, no plans in the first place." she tilts her head "Do you want a flight up after Davik, Brad?" That is, until the gate opens, reaching for the carbine again "Well.... to Taris with it all. Good I had no plan." she starts, reaching to take aim, but not firing yet, as she didn't line any shot up

Slipping up at the edge of the wall and pressing his shoulder against it, Hadrix gets to position, looking to Lozen, <"If you charge I have your six, my heart."> leaning to bump his helmet gently against her head before he is peering around the edge into the mass of enemies, letting his HUD bracket and arrange direction lines while he speaks to the ID10 hooked to his back,

<<"Gripper?">>

<<Assessing. Processing. I'll feed you likely traversing points.">>

<<"Copy.">>

David casually steps over the fallen body, shaking his head at Nubri. <"All the same, I'm off to the front gate."> he muses, patting his cannon as he stomps away. Maybe he could've climbed the wall using his mag-boots, but, you know. The stomping and magnetic locking would be loud. <"You take them by surprise, from up there."> he coms back as he moves out of conversational distance. When his rifle spins up, David turns the corner and lets loose with a salvo of cannon fire. Which all get loaded up into the freighter's rear wall, rather than any of the pirates. Quickly stepping out of the line of fire, David pulls the ammo pack out and slides a new one in. <"Back me up, I need a moment.">

When the outpost gate opens, Ban's voice is even, but betrays a degree of dry amusement as he asides to Bizz and Elrych, "I daresay the direct approach looks in order, gentlemen. It is my intention to blast through the rabble filling the courtyard and storm the ship, beyond. Force be with you, both." As simply as that, the noble soldier is off, proceeding opening into the courtyard, forgoing cover in his advance on the landed freighter. He fires twice, one pirate falls wounded, another falls never to rise, again.

There's something to stir the blood. Something to rouse some form of aggression in the Trandoshan - another dead person, the gates are open, and we can just go in and start attacking the enemy without concern for prisoners? Slick's on holiday. He glances back towards Vex as she urges him onwards, and he breaks into a sharp and sudden jog - using his bulk to make his way through the pitfalls and bad footing with sheer determination.

He makes his way through the opened gate at that pace - thumping towards them out of the gloom like he was in a serial killer holovid and he was the, you know, killer. There's no words, no battlecry other than a gutteral hissing noise through the comms before it's filtered out, and already his D.D.C. Defender is bucking in his grip.

It misses. But it's loud. The red bolts scream through open space, scoring blaster marks on a crate and a wall. His pace doesn't let up.

Lozen tries to keep close to Naome but is forced to peel off to the side for some attempt of cover when return fire begins. She lines up a shot and squeezes the trigger before having to eat dirt to avoid a returning retort of blaster fire.

Brother Bizz follows Lord Bang. "By the Force, we'll storm the ship and free any poor beings inside!" He charges, only pausing to fire one energized arrow and then quickly draw another and fire. THOOM THOOM. The blazing arrows go whistling through the air toward the unaware gathering of pirates but none of them hit! One sticks in the ground and the other in a supply crate.

Elrych Cometburn watches naome scale the wall then open the gate... "Wait wait..." He announces scrambling to find his shades inside his robe. Eventually he gets them on just as the gate is opening. Hus blade comes to life, a smirk on his face before he presses forward and strikes out skillfully with the deadly anchient weapon.

That berserk moment of the initial rush is on them. Blaster bolts cross one another coloring the air with death, the stench of ozone filtered out by Dyannah's helmet. Already some of the pirates have fallen, one staggers up straight into a blaster bolt. Without remorse, she wings the man that drops his crate and reaches to help the down man.

Kryll continues moving forward with the others, Slick's tactics may be used for lack of tactics, but Kryll? Kryll does the same thing for a reason. He walks forward slowly, right down the pirate's throats, firing his E-11 blaster rifle with each step. The first finishes a wounded target, hitting the pirate in the left arm. The second bolt hits the next pirate in the left leg, blasting him clean off his feet and onto the ground. The third misses as the pirate turns to face the current onslaught of blaster fire. <<"Kryll, two down.>> Vex watches as Slick stomp-jogs off toward the target, all noise and guns blazin' as those brave heroes storm the place, leaving the Falleen woman to linger back in suspiciously quiet fashion. From her last known direction, however, a flash of crimson can be seen as her bowcaster thrums to life and spits its bolt screaming through the air toward the conflict, only narrowly avoiding hitting anyone she knows by the same measure it misses her intended target.

"... Damnit, Slick... you've had your greasy mufkin claws on my shavit again..." She growls to herself, not transmitting over the comms until her voice can be heard to announce. <<"Was just, uh... y'know, calculating.. wind.. speed.">> That sounds convincing. And completely accurate of what one would do to fire plasma bolts. She clears her throat, <<"Relocating, will keep an eye out for targets of interest and attempt to provide cover from afar.">>

Barad nods. And so it begins. The familiar staccato trill and chatter of blaster - fire rips overhead, bolts whizzing this way and that and the other. Barad keeps his head down, staying out of the direct line of fire, because that is what you do in a combat situation if you want to -keep- it. So Barad scans the flanks and rearguard. Easily enough done, as Barad has been on enough battlefields to navigate them by sound by now. Keep to cover, find concealment, move with the team. If you hear blasters: duck. If you hear screams: "You're on the job." That means someone's hit -- run -towards- those . . .

Nubri winces as she is hit in her right arm, covering David. Therefore, she manages to miss each of her three shots from pure shock "Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-yah! Vaping Tarisian Sithspit!" she yelps, hiding deeper "Davik, cover me.... I will try to bandage my arm so I hit the next shot!"

When Lozen charges out, Hadrix rolls from his position to sight in his hud, hands following his eye. Chipped systems in the weapon display the tibanna pressure registered now in the chamber when the final pull on the cocking cord slams another quarter kilo of sharpened metal spike into the launching mechanism.

As he turns into fire, one of he shots skimming across his left arm and drawing a hiss when his bolt fired churns into the ground to explode up concrete and hunks of re-bar. Slung back into cover by the hit, the big man snarls and cocks the weapon again, considering his carbine.

The firefight is well and truly underway, and David is just ready to get in it again. Standing up, he notices firstly that several friendlies have charged into the fray, forcing David to pick his targets better than before. And he does. One pirate goes down, another pirate goes down! Steadfast in his place, David shoots and ducks back into cover. He might be mad with power with the cannon in his hands, but he knows a thing or two about not getting shot. Finally.

Ban Iskender advances boldly into the storm of blaster bolts, shoulder cape flaring to one side as he dashes forward. Though of all the wild shots flying about him, in a stroke of stunning luck, none are directed at the sword-and-pistol bearing gentleman, who continued his gallant charge toward the pirate freighter. Another pirate is sent down by Ban's blaster, clutching at their shoulder and screaming.

Trandoshan eyes scan over his mini-map display on his HUD, noting the location beacon of Vex. He adjusts his position - stepping to one side - so that he continues blocking direct line of sight towards Vex, but leaving the flanks open for the Falleen to continue to take her bowcaster shots.

The first blaster bolt hits Slick in the stomach, on the left hand side. He adjusts by snarling and increasing his pace so that he is now stomping towards the Pirates, his blaster still jerking in his grip as he lays down as fast a firing rate as the pistol can handle.

The second bolt collides with his chest - and the noise he gives is one that's a speaker-enhanced reptilian screech of pain and anger. He stops his advance for a second as his body takes the kinetic force of the blast, but then he starts stomping forwards again without hesitation. Someone has faith in their armour - or he's just angry at being shot and channels his anger through unhealthy means.

Bizz is running like a mad Ugnaught, zigging and zagging. A blaster bolt comes hurtling out of the gaggle of pirates and wings his right thigh. "Och! I'm hit!" The monk's robe is badly singed. He limps his way to the pirate medium freighter, using his bow as a walking stick as he flees. Hopefully Elrych and the big lizard Sshylisk give him a distraction as he takes cover behind the cargo struts. "Do you have a medpac, Lord Bang? I may have to stay behind while you storm the ship."

Lozen is leaned up against a tree for bracing more than cover as she raises up to her knee and fires off a shot taking down a pirate before two shots tear through the underbrush, one winging her along her shoulder and the other scoring through her armor along along her torso. The first causes her to twist and the second knocks her flat out on her back prompting some rather salty language in Echani over the comms.

Elrych Cometburn continues to fight, deflecting a blast that almost lands against him moving beyond his precognitive abilities. It hits another one before he move against too more, cutting hands or otherwise disarming them with great sword skill.

It's a tough crew facing them, already the Naome's team has taken wounds around her. She hears screams over coms. Combat hardened is hardly the description that fits the Zeltron so she slows down her rush towards the ship, attention on coms for any calls for help. Her shots are distracted, amateurish, serving to keep a head down for a moment or two before she forces herself up into a zigzagging run towards their goal.

Kryll continues his slow pace forward with Slick, however, Slick has not learned that blaster bolts bad, dodge good. Kryll's movement doesn't slow, and the pirates are unable to hit him with their return fire. Kryll responds in violent kind, putting one blaster bolt through the eye of one of the pirates, who goes to the floor screaming, slightly distracted now from returning fire. <<"Kryll, another down. Continuing advance.">> he glances over for a split second to the Jedi, who, is freely cutting down pirates. His gaze shifts back to the threats in front of him, as his left hand lowers to his belt, draws a vibrodagger with the blade down, activates it and uses his wrist to support his E-11 blaster rifle, as he gets closer and closer to the pirate lines.

Perpetually mobile, Vex continues circling and watching. Waiting. Lurking in the dark places. Such is the hunting style of this particular scamp. When Slick is struck multple times, her teeth grit. "Stupid lizard..." Only she may strike the Trandoshan, apparently. There's another telltale flash of light as her bowcaster awakens from its typical still, a streak of crimson spearing through at the pirates once more, impacting the ground in such a fashion that it kicks up bits of earth, but does little more than remind their foes that there is more support than they might have first seen. In her mind, her movement might even trick a few of them into thinking there are more than just her out there, but maybe they're smarter than she looks, right?

<<"Slick... stop gettin' hit, you're makin' the Cartel look back!">> She doesn't care that he's taking those shots for her,

Barad notes one of the hostages being stashed in a side building (possibly a medical building?) and turns to point this out to . . . oh crap. Incoming fire tears into the team, sending several members into painful gyrations. Triage time. Barad heads for the most wounded, medpac at the ready . . .

The chaos has lit the camp up either by the missing shots showering sparks everywhere, the lights being blown out by cross fire, or the fact that so many are laid out and crying in anguish from the pain and discontent caused by their sustained injuries.

A heavy combatant joins the fray after dropping down onto the lowered cargo lift of the medium freighter. A tall Trandoshan, easily 9ft in height, wearing a flightsuit of blue, carries a heavy A280 rifle and primes it for use. "THE SSSSSCOREKEEPER WILL SSSSSHOW FAVOR TO THISSSSSS ONE!" Yells the Captain, who raises his weapon to fire on the Jedi. "ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY POINTSSSSSSSSSSSSSS FOR THE NOBLE JEDISSSS!"

He's the only one here likely, to know what she just said. Hadrix actually barks laughter for it as he checks his weapon, watches the fire patterns and attempts to come back around again to fire on the pirate forces,

<"Chaab mirshe'kyramla te'kih kyr'am gotal'ur ori'kyr'am"> Mando'a paraphrases old mnemonics from his lost days. How like the monk is he that he blends the closest he has to faith with his craft? Forged for war, win or lose, yet the chants remain and flow freely.

He swings out and a crimson bolt slams into his brow, bubbling paint and leaving the shine of Mandalorian iron beneath, revealing the Beskar of his helmet. Arms thrown to his sides, even his suit seals cannot fully block the sound coming as he begins to stalk forward, his shot going wide again as he thunders forward. The cocking string is drawn again and another bolt is loaded.

David just stares at the nine foot tall Trandoshan for a moment. <"Hey, real quick,"> he mutters into comms, <"What's a Trandoshan's number one weakness? And particularly the enormous kind?"> he asks, not taking his eyes off the pirate leader. The pilot starts letting loose on his cannon again, evenly spreading the gunfire from left to right among the enemy troops. He ends up taking one down that was busier clutching a wound than aiming a weapon. <"We're gaining the upper hand, keep it going. Show them the true meaning of diplomacy!">

Bizz Bliptettjupp is hiding behind one of the cargo ship's struts while blaster fire fills the air around him. Elrych deflects a few blasts with his light sword. "Oh poodu!" he splutters as a massive Trandoshan with a massive rifle hops down the cargo ramp. "Watch out!" He fires two arrows at the pirate captain before Ban Iskender engages, but they both fly wide, missing. Bizz remains behind the strut.

Ban Iskender answers Bizz, "Alas, my bold fellow, I do not. You have acquitted yourself well, seek cover and be assured the healer shall attend you soon, sir." Turning to stride up the ship's ramp, he voices over the comms, <"Medics: master Bliptettjupp has been wounded near the enemy vessel and requires your talents."> There is a moment's alarm as another shot seems destined for Bizz, but Elrych intervenes. "Well done, master Cometburn," he commends, before his green eyes are drawn to the descending pirate captain. A tight smile draws at his expression. "Now it begins." White bladed sword raised in a short salute, he advances swiftly on the Trandoshan slave master, beginning with a thrust that scores the enemy's right arm, before following up with a slash back to guard which the skilled foe avoids.

Slick's HUD flashes amber as multiple impacts are felt across its kinetic-sensitive underlayer, registering trauma and reporting it back across his HUD. That's super helpful. As if he didn't know he'd just taken a blaster to his left arm, tearing a chunk from the shoulder and leaving bone exposed. The blaster bolt to his torso that almost knocks him on his rear end? Nah. Slick had to look at the HUD for that too. Nevermind the bolt in the right leg that finally forces him down on to one knee.

<<"Sssssorry, Bossslady. Ensssuring that you remain unharmed issss more important. Bessssidessss. Thissss sssshowsss how we're willing to bleed for a causssse, yesss?">>

That's right Slick, you advertise through the pain. You advertise hard. His foot comes back up and he picks himself up, right arm extending outwards. His claw jerks the trigger once, sending a bolt too high. He adjusts hard, using the pain as a focus. He pulls the trigger, sending a red bolt through the chest of one of the Pirates. It topples. "Three pointsss."

Standing upright again, he continues his advance - albeit at a lower pace. Injury rather than a healthy sense of self-preservation slows the Hutt Cartel's Trandoshan down, he raises his wounded left arm up to head level, offering it as a sacrificial shield to any oncoming blaster bolts.

<<"You sssshoot it until it sssstopsss moving, and then you sssssshoot it again, ssshskk. Ssshkhk. I claim the sssscalp of the one I killed. Do not touch it.">>

Lozen adjustis her position as pain and flowing blood make holding her weapon difficult but manages to pick another Pirate Scum off before bracing herself a bit for the Doctor's tender mercies

"A HUNDRED AND FIFTY?!" Elrych shouts in exasperation as the Captain shouts. "THAT'S WAY TOO LOW. I AM INSULTED." Those Jedi sense the Ace has honed tingle and he moves with rapid pace towards Bizz in order to deflect a bolt into a stunned Pirate. Then, he's moving forward again, slicing at the group of scum who dare occupy his old 'home' but hitting nothing but Air. "Come one fellah's give it up now." He says in a mocking sort of way.

Zigzagging and firing, running from crate to vehicle for cover. The environmental system in Dyannah's suit is laboring barely keeping her cool in the humid air and heavy adrenaline coursing through her veins.

If she gets out of this fight she will have a serious conversation with someone waiting for her on the Compass Rose. She fires, a man drops clutching his side as she collapses with her back to a stack of metal trunks. Elrych's shout brings a brief smile to her face as she levers herself up for the next run.

Kryll continues marching forward, E-11 blaster rifle seeking out pirates. CHOOM! CHOOM! CHOOM! Then, the leader seems to make an appearance, and it seems to be their version of our slick. One of the jedi runs up towards it, engaging it in severe maiming and dismemberment hand to hand that the jedis seem to favor, a lot like other force users he has seen, and waits for the jedi's attacks to carry him out of the line of fire. One miss, a second miss, and finally Kryll decides to give a little less buffer and connects, hitting the captain in the right arm as the hand to hand melee is made more exciting by red blaster bolts flying past Ban, super close, to impact the intended target. <<"Kryll, continuing advance, engaging priority target.>>

"A hundred and fifty points," Vex whistles quietly to herself as she listens to an announcement that is strangely familiar to him: the tally of points, the worth of targets. She lets out a breath in a sigh, her brows lifting as she observes the combat that rages on, cybernetic eyes flicking from person to person as she works out a plan in her mind. How good it's going to be is anyone's guess, mind you.

<<"Slick! What the hell, man?! There's enough bleeding now! They know the Cartel Cares!">> (tm) <<"Bleedin's one thing, dyin's goin' a little far to sell it!">> Her voice comes over the comms, thankfully transmitted in a fashion that doesn't blast the general public with her ire.

With that, she grunts softly and lifts her bowcaster again, "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon..." She whispers under her breath, unnatural eyes focusing on the non-Slick trandoshan. If it ain't Slick, it's a pair of boots waitin' to happen. Again that charge is seen for the barest of moments, so easily lost amidst the chaos of battle, before it streaks through the fight to make impact against the scaley captain. There is a whole lot of silent fist pumping going on right about now as she celebrates... humbly and with humility, alone in the dark.

Barad runs flat out and then barrels into a full bodied slide, skidding to a stop right next to the downed Lozen. Barad unlimbers his medpac and sets to work on the worst of Lozen's injuries, shielding the downed team member with his own frame as he works. He takes a blaster bolt to the side for his troubles, temporarily knocking him flat on his face and eliciting a roar of pain. Thinking he'd better secure the patient a little better, Barad drags the both of them behind some think looking knocked - down swamp tree -type -thing before addressing Lozen's -second- wound of the evening's festivities . . . and soon enough Lozen feels better enough to resume firing. One down. OK then. Bard crawls forward through the muck toward Bizz, dragging his medpac along for the ride. He hunkers down where Bizz has taken cover, working to stabilize this second patient while doing his best to keep them both out of sight and shielding Bizz with his own body from incoming fire should that effort fail. Luckily, no further shots hit them.

"ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY ISSSSSSSSSS FAIR. HAAAAHAAA.. WHATSSSS THISSS? ANOTHER NOBLE JEDISSS?!" The Captain is struck by Ban and doubles back, a swing missing. "SSSSSOOO BE IT! HAAAAA" He opens fire on Ban, circling, shrugging off a hit from afar, and sustaining a bolt to the leg that makes him briefly take a knee.. "OW! THISSSS ONE FIGHTSSSSS MANY!! NO HONOR!"

The battle is going in the favor of the Naboo task force, and to join the attack comes the nimble handmaiden, Renee. She fires into a pirate three times, running past him before his body could hit the ground. As she catches the others though, a stray bolt slams against her shoulder and spins her into a crate. "OH!" She cried out, but straightened. "For the Queen!" She cried out, using only one hand to hold her blaster now.

Walking through a fusillade of death, that somehow evades and eludes him, Hadrix stalks ever closer. Bowcaster up, held like a pistol while the blaze of red within his helm creates a devil's eye in the right branch of his T-Visor and the animal snarls leak onto comms despite Gripper's best efforts.

His shot is closer this time but he is working in rage, a heavier weapon held in a pistol grip and careless shots that whip past the screaming pirate lord and Hadrix moves ever nearer to his quarry, drawing the cord again to reload.

Emerging from his cover, David provides another round of suppressive fire*. He looks around him, seeing the hue of the lightsaber most distinctly among the reds and greens of the blaster fire, his own cannon adding to the red side of things. <"How's everyone doing, anyone need dragging to safety?"> he asks over comms, slowly walking back to the next best cover, providing himself with a better view of the situation.

• largely ineffective trigger squeezing

Ban Iskender arches a brow in the course of defending himself with a swift pair of parries. "Ah, you wish an honorable engagement? I should be pleased to oblige sir. Simply bid your men stand down, surrender to the authorities peaceably, release all your slaves, and once you are no longer a hostile commander on the battlefield, I should be pleased to duel you as a gentleman." To punctuate the offer, he strikes at the Trandoshan with another deft fore-and-backhand slashes, the first of which score the slaver at the right hip. Over the comms, he notes, <"Whose shot passed to my left and struck the Trandoshan? I wish to commend the accuracy; fine placement at close quarters.">

"HONOUR ISSSS FOR THE DEAD."

Slick debates Trandoshan religion with a Trandoshan Pirate who is being repeatedly shot and struck by lightsabers. While he's still marching towards the lot of them. Then, the comms click in for the people on his side. <<"Do not inssssult my religion and culture, pink-sssskin. You were afforded a high sssscore. Be thankful.">> A beat, and then the comms click on again. <<"Won't be dying, Bosssslady.">>

His left arm lowers for a moment, long enough for him to sight one the fallen Pirates. Still alive. Would you imagine that? His advance swings and angles, and he states. "Two pointsss."

He pulls the trigger once, and a bolt screams past the scrambling survivor. He promptly increases his pace towards the man, until he fires a round point blank into his torso. That way he doesn't miss the second shot. He steps over the body. <<"That one issss mine too.">> Comes clipped over the comms, as he raises his left arm before him as a shield once again.

Lozen cusses as she shoots and there's a click, laboring to breath a bit she ejects the cartridge and slams a new one in and refocuses her energy and attention on aim.

Bizz remains crouched by the landing strut of the cargo ship as Barad the medic approaches. "Carefully, I think it hit my leg! By the Force, it stings a little bit!" He lifts his robe to show the wound, allowing Barad to hopefully spray some soothing bacta spray and cease the burning. He keeps himself upright by leaning on his flimsy energy bow's staff. "Yea, get him!" he says to Elrych as the laser sword flashes.

Elrych shakes his head as the Enemy continues to press the attack. Their side was pretty shot up as well and there was only so many bolts this Jedi could deflect. He looked towrads Ban, maybe he had something there. The Corellian pushes off, the force powering his movements, as he slides across the walk way and swings towards the Captain. VROOM, VUMMMP, VWOOM. His blade misses, dodged by the experianced Trandoshan but this does not deter the young Cometburn. "You should listen to Lord Bang here, makes sense most of the time."

It isn't until she feels her glove filling with blood that Dyannah realizes she has been hit. The wound blossoms into breathtaking pain, her head expanding until she thinks she had better sit down fast. She does. Edging her way around the metal cases that form a barrier, she fires several times haphazardly, <<"Barad, when you can get to me. I can see you with the Jedi monk. Come forward.">>

And finally, the pirates who aren't getting shot decide that Kryll is becoming a problem and shooting the trandoshan next to him isn't stopping him at all. Kryll takes a hit to the leg and torso, the impacts slowing his pace slightly, a growl escaping his throat that doesn't transmit over comms, before he raises his rifle again, and the pirates who were being ignored, are ignored no longer. Kryll fires three bolts back into the collection of pirates with blasters, putting the first shot center mass in the chest, knocking the pirate off his feet. The third bolt connects with the same target, in almost the same spot, while he is in mid air and the body falls back onto the ground, no longer moving. <<"Kryll. Another target down.>> he amplifies his helmet's voice, making sure the other pirates hear him. <"SURRENDER NOW. Drop your weapons and you will not be killed. Your forces have been depleted far beyond combat efficiency, you have lost.">

She thought she had it right, finally. She really did.

Full of vim and vigor from her recent success, she tries to repeat exactly what she did the last time. Surely it'll work again! ... But... it doesn't. It's almost rote by this point. Not just the shooting, but the failing, as well. She'll just keep blaming Slick! It's easier than coming to terms with the fact that you can't hit anything, and he takes shots like a pro -- they hurt his flesh, but only she may kill his soul! The bbolt that's loosed screams through the air all the same, before impacting the ground just before the Captain, sending a spray of loose dirt and debris over his legs and abdoman painlessly. <<"Er, take THAT!">> That'll show him.

Barad hunkers down next to Bizz, behind the cargo strut that Bizz had found to take refuge behind, and does his best to get Bizz' leg stabilized. Barad finds himself struggling against the triumvirate hazards of the blasterfire zipping overhead, the shortage of time, and the oh - that's - probably - not - too - antiseptic swampy mush oozing underfoot. Once he's done all he can there, Barad triggers his comm to Kryll, and asks: "You still good, hoss? Patched up LZ and Bizz so far... en route to Dynah now ... you want 'dibs' on the next patch?"

Death by inches. Another small hit, melting durasteel playing and forcing him to turn and fall to a shallow kneeling posture, Hadrix is forced to pause and get his balance. Left fist slamming into the ground and putting him to a three point stance.

He breathes, head down, bent as if to be fighting nausea, the fool who thought he'd make a kill rushing the Mandalorian in royal shades, by Coruscanti colors, of purple and indigo. So close, barrel almost to his neck and Hadrix's arm rises and points at center of mass.

The result is messy at best as arms and head are set spiraling away in macabre fireworks while the legs and hips jitter and then sit down hard as if gut punched.

Hadrix rises again, breathing hard, the cooled metal of the injury a casting of a waterfall in blaster scored metal running from thigh and over knee. He still comes.

Lozen cusses as she shoots and there's a click, laboring to breath a bit she ejects the cartridge and slams a new one in and refocuses her energy and attention on aim.

Bizz remains crouched by the landing strut of the cargo ship as Barad the medic approaches. "Carefully, I think it hit my leg! By the Force, it stings a little bit!" He lifts his robe to show the wound, allowing Barad to hopefully spray some soothing bacta spray and cease the burning. He keeps himself upright by leaning on his flimsy energy bow's staff. "Yea, get him!" he says to Elrych as the laser sword flashes.

Elrych shakes his head as the Enemy continues to press the attack. Their side was pretty shot up as well and there was only so many bolts this Jedi could deflect. He looked towrads Ban, maybe he had something there. The Corellian pushes off, the force powering his movements, as he slides across the walk way and swings towards the Captain. VROOM, VUMMMP, VWOOM. His blade misses, dodged by the experianced Trandoshan but this does not deter the young Cometburn. "You should listen to Lord Bang here, makes sense most of the time."

It isn't until she feels her glove filling with blood that Dyannah realizes she has been hit. The wound blossoms into breathtaking pain, her head expanding until she thinks she had better sit down fast. She does. Edging her way around the metal cases that form a barrier, she fires several times haphazardly, <<"Barad, when you can get to me. I can see you with the Jedi monk. Come forward.">>

And finally, the pirates who aren't getting shot decide that Kryll is becoming a problem and shooting the trandoshan next to him isn't stopping him at all. Kryll takes a hit to the leg and torso, the impacts slowing his pace slightly, a growl escaping his throat that doesn't transmit over comms, before he raises his rifle again, and the pirates who were being ignored, are ignored no longer. Kryll fires three bolts back into the collection of pirates with blasters, putting the first shot center mass in the chest, knocking the pirate off his feet. The third bolt connects with the same target, in almost the same spot, while he is in mid air and the body falls back onto the ground, no longer moving. <<"Kryll. Another target down.>> he amplifies his helmet's voice, making sure the other pirates hear him. <"SURRENDER NOW. Drop your weapons and you will not be killed. Your forces have been depleted far beyond combat efficiency, you have lost.">

She thought she had it right, finally. She really did.

Full of vim and vigor from her recent success, she tries to repeat exactly what she did the last time. Surely it'll work again! ... But... it doesn't. It's almost rote by this point. Not just the shooting, but the failing, as well. She'll just keep blaming Slick! It's easier than coming to terms with the fact that you can't hit anything, and he takes shots like a pro -- they hurt his flesh, but only she may kill his soul!

The bbolt that's loosed screams through the air all the same, before impacting the ground just before the Captain, sending a spray of loose dirt and debris over his legs and abdoman painlessly. <<"Er, take THAT!">> That'll show him.

Barad hunkers down next to Bizz, behind the cargo strut that Bizz had found to take refuge behind, and does his best to get Bizz' leg stabilized. Barad finds himself struggling against the triumvirate hazards of the blasterfire zipping overhead, the shortage of time, and the oh - that's - probably - not - too - antiseptic swampy mush oozing underfoot. Once he's done all he can there, Barad triggers his comm to Kryll, and asks: "You still good, hoss? Patched up LZ and Bizz so far... en route to Dynah now ... you want 'dibs' on the next patch?"

Death by inches. Another small hit, melting durasteel playing and forcing him to turn and fall to a shallow kneeling posture, Hadrix is forced to pause and get his balance. Left fist slamming into the ground and putting him to a three point stance.

He breathes, head down, bent as if to be fighting nausea, the fool who thought he'd make a kill rushing the Mandalorian in royal shades, by Coruscanti colors, of purple and indigo. So close, barrel almost to his neck and Hadrix's arm rises and points at center of mass.

The result is messy at best as arms and head are set spiraling away in macabre fireworks while the legs and hips jitter and then sit down hard as if gut punched.

Hadrix rises again, breathing hard, the cooled metal of the injury a casting of a waterfall in blaster scored metal running from thigh and over knee. He still comes.

David takes a moment to collect himself, then pops out of cover for a new target. <"War machine, everything alright over there?" he asks when Hadrix seemingly goes down. Then he pops up, and David adds, <"You know, nevermind. Forget I asked."> He takes aim, and focuses all of that cannon fire, or at least, as steady as he can hold the powerful weapon, on the pirates' leader. Who apparently can take a hit like none of his underlings could, and keep fighting. This might be a problem.

Ban Iskender feels the approach of a blaster bolt from behind, but is too locked into the contest with the towering Trandoshan to avoid it- for an instant he steels himself, but in the swirling motion of their battle, Elrych has swept behind Ban and deflected the bolt. A dip of his head in thanks, as eyes remain fixed on their opponent. He gives a dry exhale to the Corellian. "There is naught I can do to the art that nickname sticking, is there?" Then, the pirate fires the powerful rifle again, and Ban narrowly deflects the first bolt by the slightest of margins. The second strikes his heavy breastplate, burning a hole through the durasteel. He can feel the heat of the bolt, but continues fighting, striking the slaver yet again, this time across the abdomen. When disarming later, he will find no wound on his chest.

Surrender? Nobody had really mentioned accepting surrenders to Slick. Maybe that's why the person he was shooting at was waving its arms. He thought it was going for a blaster. His brain skims, then considers the two points. This was acceptable. His arm turns and he opens fire on the still standing Pirate Scum, the two red bolts going free from the D.D.C. Defender, but the wounds are starting to drag a little bit on his aim. The bolts go wide. Slick considers for a moment, and starts picking up the page. Walking turns into a jog.

It's obvious that the Trandoshan is looking to close the distance between them now. His torso turns a bit, exposing his non-gun side to the enemy. Better to take hits on that side than suffer the loss of his gun hand. Claw. Thing.

Bizz draws an arrow and nocks it in his bow once the medicating is done. He has trouble standing, but still he leans around that landing strut. Once Elrych and Lord Bang disengage for a moment, he fires an energized arrow into the pirate captain's thigh with a THOOOMP sound.

Elrych's ears twitch up, hairs stand on end, as the battle meld forms breifly between his force sense and Ban's own. He can feel that shot coming too. What a cheap shot! He spins, his robes swishing about as he does, deflecting the bolt aimed for his fellow Initiate back from where it came. "Nope..." Elrych responds, "I don't think it will, Lord Bang." There's a hearty chuckle as Ban presses his attack yet again, using the incoming fire from the others as well as a distraction. The Trandoshan had no clue when Elrych cut his left leg, the ancient Jedi weapon humming deadly through scaled flesh, meat, and bone... "You should have listened to Lord Bang..."

Did someone put snake on the BBQ?

Lozen misses her shot and grumbles, adjusting her aim and letting out more cusses as she rallies the strength to scoot forward, closing the distance between her and her intended targets.

If you shoot at something enough times, it's an unspoken law of the universe that every so often, maybe just eventually, you'll hit something.

This is clearly a law by which Vex lives her life.

<<"Hey. Slick. What're the points on this purse with legs what with my esteemed collegues helpin' out?">> The Falleen woman questions over comms, before once again lifting her weapon and letting a bolt fly free. She just assumes that it'll be providing more cover for the combatants up close, already moving to prep for the next shot when she realizes it actually hit the non-black scaled Trandoshan.

<<"Oh! I hit him!">> There's a moment of a pause, <<"Er, I mean... heh,">> Nonchalant. So cool. <<"Whatever.">>

Barad keeps on moving, moving forward, and hopefully there is less blood and death and suffering in the wake of his passage. Actually, ideally, there's -zero- death, but, one can only do what one can. Dyannah is up next, after Bizz, and Barad dashes full-out to get there, plummeting into a brown-furred headfirst slide for the final several meters, winding up down on the turf right next to Dyannah. Barad reorients quickly, hunkered down with Dyannah: "OK! Let's see what we've got here," Barad offers, once more getting out the medkit and huddling over it to consider what he can do to help Dyannah's injured right arm . . .

Kryll looks to those pirates still firing back, grumbling as some appear to be to stubborn to stop. First, he fires a couple of warning shots at them. <"I said surrender."> and then one of them turns away to get into cover to continue firing and Kryll shoots him clean up main street for it. <"SURRENDER. This only gets worse for you."> he stops his advance as it appears all of the pirates have surrendered, except the one the jedi are seeming to race to whom gets to carve him up first. <<"Kryll, hostiles have surrendered, securing perimeter.">> and moves through the area, ensuring that there are no other combatants, and looking to release any captives.

There are jetiikad out, fire, flames, movement, figures. His animal brain can identify the friend and foe, but all is grays and reds as he snarls within his helmet. The cocking string is back once more and he instinctively flicks toggles.

The gold plating of the bowcaster seems like it is beginning to warm and the shriek of tibanna turned to plasma and hurled like a brilliant crimson star from the injection barrel to envelope the quarrel becomes the heart of a super nova that strikes the chest of the pirate captain. Spins against his sternum and then sinks into the core of him before it detonates. Superheated sinew, exploding bone and fog made of evaporated fluids is all that remains above the waist, a cloud of gore that rushes away from Hadrix as if in flight of the Mandalorian.

<"LO'HARAN ARUTIISE!!"> Hey! Words at least. When the pirate captain finally goes down, David makes an absolute bee-line for the freighter with the cargo bay still open. <"Anyone else real curious where these folks were shipping off to?"> he asks, magnetically locking his cannon to the coolant tank on his back before pulling a blaster out of a hip-fastened holster. If there's any more hostiles in there, this'll give him more maneuverability in hallways, for sure. <"Someone back me up, we'll send the information to the Republic."> he comms to anyone who's willing.

Ban Iskender presses the wounded slave master hard as the shots and sabers of the allied team whittle away at the Trabdoshan's armor and fortitude. A fusilade of bowcaster quarrels finish the fight emphatically, shortly after an A280 bolt had scorched his thigh plate. Letting out a sharp exhale, he asides to Elrych, "For this result, I'll suffer it gladly, sir." Over the comms, he adds, "Mistress Renee: main resistance has been subdued. Commencing a full search of the facility. Excellent shooting, one and all.">

<<"One hundred and twenty pointsss. You take a sssshare in hisss death. Pointsss to you. He sssstood against Je-dai and many opponentsss, sssshowed no fear and made ssssure he could not be taken prisssoner.">>

Slick stares at the surrendering Scum as if they had committed some offense. Of course, it's hard to tell he's annoyed behind his heavy helm, and instead he holsters his D.D.C. Defender. The claws are flexed, and he begins his grim harvest.

Of those that Slick killed, he takes personalized items and iconography as grim totems, hung off his armour. Then, helmets are removed. His claws begin their work, and he scalps them. It's clean and efficient - practiced and honed. One scalp to try on one shoulderpad, the other to hang off a piece of his left upper arm's armour as his shoulderpad was blasted away.

Sinew, bone, gore. Nostrils flare, and Slick moves to a chunk of still quivering, superheated flesh. His helm is raised, and he hauls the gobblet of meat and bone up. He says nothing as he begins to eat, the audiable sound of bone being crunched for the marrow within. As he does so, he speaks in Dosh. To those that do not speak Dosh, it sounds a bit like:

"Virissss colratha dath sssethicara tesssh dassovallian. Sssolruthisss veh za jasss."

For those that speak Dosh, it's a death chant. Predictably gory and broody, like one would expect from the Trandoshan culture. Ingesting the meat of a fallen strong enemy and wishing that the Scorekeeper tallies in their favour. All very deep.

Except for those that are just watching a Trandoshan hork down chunks of a member of his former species while gargling something awfully sharp and severe in his native tongue.

Elrych winces as Handrix bolt slams into the Captain's sternum, causing all sorts of a mess. His blade rests at a down angle at his side, the blue glow reflected in his glasses. He steps back a moment, glancing about. When it's confirmed the resistance was subdued, he extinguishes his blade and hooks it back onto his belt. "Yeah... not bad..." He reflects for a moment, giving a chuckle and smirk to Ban as his aside with the Alderaanian. He then triggers his own comlink, <<"We should gather as much information as we can.">> He moves off to join others in securing the rest of the facility and pick up that playlist datachit he left here when the First Order drove them out... hopefully.

Lozen props herself up against a tree, helmed head leaned back as she notifies Hadrix <"Hadrix, My heart? Your status?"> Silence followed by a soft grunt as she rises <"Did we get what we came for?">

Barad finishes up the urgent business of patching folks mid - firefight, and asks around for anyone willing and able to help him check out the medical building off to the side into which he'd seen a Pirate throw hostages. "Perhaps the hostages in that building over there need help too?" Barad wonders. He hopes they don't need medical help. But if they do, he comes prepared. . . Barad stops, suddenly, as Slick goes into his Death - Ritual - Feast - Mode. Wow. Barad stares, aghast, for a while. Recovering from the shock of this, Barad wipes away the disbelief and *shake shake shake*'s his fuzzy angular doggo - head to clear his mind of what he's just seen . .

<"Jate'Akaanir, Jetii."> One of Hadrix's wampa paws come out to try and pat Elrych on the shoulder with all of the gentle care of a Ronto stomping. There's no malice in him for all of the boiling anger and the darker aspects of the Galaxy trying to whisper past the wall of fury that encases the Mandalorian. He moves past, searching, stopping zeroing in on something and the pause makes him able to hear. His voice much softer as he kneels to pick up the head of the pirate captain and toss it into a mesh bag after discarding of the mostly broken jaw.

<"I'm injured. But I am well... I got what I wanted as well.">

New drinking mug.

Sweet.

"Yes, search the ship and surrounding buildings! I will follow you onto the ship." Renee calls out, and she hefts herself onto to landing platform to follow David.

This mission was accomplished in a joint effort, with pirate/slavers taken into custody by the group to face judgement by the laws of the New Republic.

More would come from this, but today.. the Naboo triumphed over the oppressive pirate slavers and justice was done upon them! Stay tuned!