Log:Old School Beatdown

Anakin turns back from the dark side

OOC Date: November 13, 2020
Location: Needleroot County, Dantooine
Participants: Avery Ihala Kora, Tara Sur, Arcael, Xeria, Hadrix Kora, Narsai Ordo, Sumi Kora, Mandalorian Revivers, Clan Kora

Dantooine, the planet away from planets, and THE agriculture world of the galaxy. This place was so boring, even the Jedi didn't return to rebuild their temple, and they're crazy about ruins and artifacts! Being in the outer rim had its advantages, but there were also downsides. You ask anyone in the core worlds who the biggest threat in the galaxy is, you'd hear tales of Coruscant and the First Order, or terrorists that supported a Resistance turned Republic again. Out here in the 'sticks' though? It's pirates, thugs, slavers, and all manner of bad guy.

Life on Dantooine was not usually spent looking over one's shoulder. It was a world of honest folk doing honest work and keeping the peace. Constables were like sheriffs or marshals, they deputized and made posses and went out into the wilds to bring in fugitives. Unfortunately, the constable was dead, the town's main source of business (the bar and Inn) over run with thugs, and the people lived in terror as every night was a new level of outlawism that needed to be dealt with.

A group of vessels arrive at one of the farming compounds, coordinates provided by the young man who asked for aid. The kid waits nervously to see who he just invited to his world, and in his hand he held his father's badge, the only symbol of power out this far that made this job legal.

Sumi descends the ramp of the Kyber Heart draped in a cape.

Avery steps down the ramp of the Woor'tra, not nearly in time with Sumi... that would have been cooler, but for those that know him, the casual gait belays the shape of his lips inside the T-visored helmet. Deep emerald eyes peer through that durable smoke colored visor as he surveys the area, hands rested comfortably on the utility belt clasped around his waist. He sighs internally bemoaning the fact that, in his experience, some of the most beautiful places get the worst luck when it comes to misfortune. His gaze finally lands upon the young lad, not too much younger than himself, clutching his father's badge with a anxious expression on his face. The Mandalorian slicer glances up the ramp, waiting for Hadrix's decent, before he takes step beside the big man and moves to back up Sumi. <<"Did we ever get a figure on how many of them we're dealing with?">> He asks through their closed communication system, wondering just what waits for them in this village. Not that any of it would really be a problem, the team the Kora leader has assembled is quite ready and capable to bust heads.

A multi-decades old speederbike descends from the Woor'tra, the Wind in The Void, mounted up by a grand figure in black and gold with passengers in rich purples and black over blue. Pulling up alongside Sumi in full armor with his own cape falling about his jetpack with the low humm of repulsor engines.

The kid is eyed, notable for the glowing pin-light of red in the red branch of his visor, while his metal plated gauntlets remain on the handlebars of the vehicle. Helmet turning to Sumi then back to the kid before his vocoder engages,

<"Where's the job at, kid?"> the t-visor focuses on the badge, head tilting.

"They still use those here?" Gripper floats at the big man's, Avery's and Xeria's shoulder having detached from the side of the bike. How are all 3 fitting on that damned thing? <"Seems as such."> "Why doesn't Sumi give -you- a badge?" <"Not now."> "Just saying." the mixture of coruscanti aristocracy in their accents meshing oddly between the droids emulated smoke and the big man's growling rumble.

Xeria does not speak. Not yet. Perhaps it is out of habit of avoiding detection, or perhaps that she is merely paying attention to what is around her, particularly what she can hear in not only what people say, but how they say it. She sticks close to Hadrix for the time being.

Called upon by allies, close friends and well...dealing with Slavers are probably didn't take that much convincing for Narsai!

The shape of the Thunderheart joins the other vessels, its ramp decending revealing the red armored figure of Narsai approaching the others with her helmet under her arm.

Lifting the iconic T-visor into place, the Ordo woman moves up behind the gathered Koras. Reviver backup atop of the clan's normal numbers? These thugs were in for a bad time!

Arcael is there to support the rest of the revivers, wearing her skyripper armor without a cape, snare gun in her hands, prepared to fire, stepping down from Narsai's ship <<"Mandalor' Ordo, Tara... Tar'ika... what shall I do?">> she looks over at the badge, looking at it with some confusion apparent through her helmet before shrugging it off

The belly lift of the big YZ lowers, disgorging a Mando on a speeder bike, before retracting again. THe bike itself is whisper quiet, the hunter astride it powering down a few meters back form the kid and dismounting. when she lifts her helmet off, her scarred face is a mix of reassurance and concern. "Udesii, Arcael. We're here to help deal with the hut'uun who took his buir." Keeping her hands clear of her blasters, she offers him a smile. "I'm Tara, of Clan Sur. We'll get your town back."

The kid, maybe twelve or thirteen, looks up as a squad of Mandalorians approach. He had heard tales of their prowess in combat, but to see a squad of them was like bringing his mind's image to life. Sumi didn't lead the group over, but she was the last to arrive. <<"The kid didn't say,">> Sumi answers, and pulls her own helmet off, upnodding at the kid with a half-cocked smirk.

Frozen in place by the sound of Hadrix's voice, the kid was not sure where to begin. When Tara addressed him, he seemed to relax a bit, then he looked to Sumi. "You will need the badge," the kid says. "In order to carry out the law of the office, you must be deputized." He offers the badge out to who ever might take it, but Sumi pushes his hand back and replies. "Put the badge on, kid. We're not here to carry out your law. You made the call, you brought us here, and now you're gonna lead us. It was your father who wore the badge first, correct?" The kid nodded. Sumi responded, "Then earn the right to wear it and take your old man's place."

The kid thought about it a moment then pinned the badge onto his chest, looking back up. "Then.. as acting constable of Needleroot county, I deputize you all to uphold the law and bring these outlaws to justice. Kill them, capture them, do what must be done and ensure they never trouble this town again." The kid said it with a bit of charisma, likely embodying the preson his father used to be.

Sumi responded by nodding, then lifted to place her helmet on. <"This is the way.-- You're with me, Constable."> Sumi offered the young man her hand and pulled him close. <"Let us press forward to the town's center and confront these criminals. Wait for my signal to begin the attack.">

Avery watches the interaction curiously, every so often allowing his regard to swing to their surroundings, making sure the group wasn't being ambushed while hearing the details of the job. The crooked grin on his lips pulls a little wider when the lot of them are deputized, a fantasy of living out the remainder of his days as a 'law-man' playing briefly in his head. <<"Which would you prefer Sumi? Dead or Alive?">> the ex-Trooper asks, his finger on the mode selector of his Tracker.

Clearly Sumi had a little more intel, a little more knowledge of what had come before...but there was more than enough exchanged for the Ordo girl to get a little more insight. A fallen family member a kid was trying to live up to? Well, that certainly cut a little closer to home even if the T-Visor offered a Beskar-forged screen for emotion to Narsai. Tara and Arcael's approach? It earns a nod from the Reviver leader, a bow of her head and a lift of her hand, but she's not one to speak over the explainations or instructions of their new 'Deputizer'.

<"It will be our privledge to fight alongside you,"> her voice comes through the vocalizer, but Sumi's offered instruction? Narsai nods once more, a glance towards Avery's question following. <<"If they see us and refuse to retreat? Well...we'll have given them fair chance. Still, we won't use lethal force unless the 'Constable' calls for it.">> Her helmet turns, looking back to the youth. <<"It's lawful, in your right. You don't need to hesitate to put them down if they're the sort who'll gun down the innocent.">>

Arcael nods at Tara <<"They took his buir, then we are taking his town back.">> she confirms <<"Time to see how much work I will need to invest into this... Mandalor', on your orders.">> she stops <<"So, over to the more conventional slugthrowers?">>

"Hey kid." Tara pulls a holdout blaster from a hidden pocket in her belt, spinning it around to offer it to him grip first. "Just in case. But don't take any stupid risks, okay?" Grinning, she replaces her own helmet and hops astride her speeder bike. <<"Oya!">> Kicking the bike into life, she gooses the throttle and follows after the others. <<Think we should dump the prisoners in the Undercity? I figure exile to there without a blaster is a pretty good punishment.">>

<"Copy."> Hadrix rasps to Sumi when she gives her order, slipping from the bike and rolling his shoulders before he gives Avery's shoulder a shake. <"Stick close to this one, if things get Finesse."> looking to Xeria, <"You both likely will do a good job complimenting one another's skillset."> another affectionate pat on his back while studies the badge and the boy. No other words for him but Sumi is given a respectful nod from the Massive Mandalorian as he locks his bike control.

To Narsai and the Surs his gaze wheels next, <"Surs, you have expanded."> head bobbing to Arcael slightly as he acknowledges before at last to the mando'ade in red he comes, to rest a hand on her shoulder pauldron, head coming down to 'tonk' against Narsai's before he speaks and only after she's finished speaking to the boy.

<"Nar'ika, on the ground today? Or have you been missing flying?"> chuckle in the gravel and glass as he draws the shotgun off his back and checks the massive drum mag affixed to the underside. <"Also, thanks for the work on this - the action is much smoother."> no joke there, purely genuine.

Xeria turns and looks at Avery after Hadrix directs her to stay near him. "I'm Xeria," she tells him. Full introductions will have to wait until later.

Nayton accepted the hold-out blaster from Tara and nodded. Care to ensure the weapon was on safe, he placed it in his empty holster on his side and looked up when Narsai spoke. "I have no pity for these criminals." Which translated to, kill em.

Sumi looked to Avery, but spoke over the encrypted channel. <<"I plan to disable and kill if needed. Do what you must to see the task done.">> She made a fist with her hand and lightly tapped the former trooper's pauldron. Time to go.

Nayton turned to Sumi who knelt to pick him up. <"Hang on, Constable. This can be scary."> He clung to Sumi who activated her jetpack and began to hover briefly. <<"We will draw them out. Then, the attack is yours.">> With an increased burst of energy, Sumi took to the air with the kid.

Needleroot Town Tavern and Inn

When everyone was set, the tavern stood as the center point of the village. It was a standalone building with a large square built around it. Single-story structures in the square were dark, absent of life given the violent proximity of those who occupied the tavern. Sumi set down on the roof of an infirmary and took a knee beside the Constable. She held out a comm-link looking device. <"When you speak into this, it will make your voice loud. Tell them who you are, and tell them to come out to receive the justice they deserve. You do not need to respond to what they say. When they come out, the Mandalorians will strike fast."> Nayton nodded his head to show he understood. Sumi squeezed his shoulder. <"Floor's yours.">

<<"CRIMINALS.. OUTLAWS.. THOSE PIECES OF TRASH IN THE TAVERN.. MURDERERS! I CHALLENGE YOU.. ALL OF YOU. AS THE NEW CONSTABLE IN MY FATHER'S PLACE, NAYTON TAMBER, I WILL SEE YOU ANSWER FOR YOUR CRIMES AND BE BROUGHT TO SWIFT, BLIND JUSTICE!">> This was very clearly a kid calling out and challenging. THAT was part of the plan. What better insult to an enemy who had grown fat from preying on the weak than to have one of the downtrodden speak against them. Naturally, the doors opened to the tavern and people began to pour out. Twenty (20) thugs in total, and one (1) large man in particular who seemed to command their respect. "WHO SPEAKS? FACE US COWARD! SHOW US THIS JUSTICE YOU CLAIM!" Laughter rose up from the group. Sumi motioned for Nayton to stay low. Sumi rose up and fired a single flare over the dark square. The illumination charge casting the square in glowing blood red. THAT was the signal.

<"Avery."> Comes the reply from the vocalizer in the obsidian helmet. <"Nice to meet you!"> A wide smile would befall the newcomer if she some how possessed X-ray vision. He swivels his head to Hadrix next, a chuckle emitting from the speaker. <"Does that mean she won't miss to make up for my errant shots?"> He falls in line as they make their way behind the youngster, who himself is quite a bit younger than Avery first estimated. The slicer watches the way the boy grips the pistol, an eyebrow raising as he estimating his readiness for this affair, curious if he will need more protection than originally assumed.

Avery's smile has shifted to his usual crooked grin?. This being fairly typical of the former First Order Stormtrooper who prefers to meet most tense situations with some manner of mirth. Still he stays ready and focused, his attention on the matter at hand. Avery watches Sumi lift off after thumping his pauldron and scooping up the boy to carry with her. He motions for Xeria to follow him and quickly skirts to the side of a building, coming up to the corner so he can get a good view of the group as they make their way from the hidey-hole. <"Alright.... first thing's first... I generally try to take out the leader. Chaos and confusion on their line is just so much fun!">

It seems the time to make his claim comes sooner than expected when the group of thugs emerge into the light, the challenge from the young Constable accepted. <"Here we go..."> and he leans out from his hiding spot to loose two blaster bolts that scream through the air at the leader. Almost as if he prophesized it earlier, both bolts slam into the duracrete wide of his target. A muffled curse comes from the depths of his helmet.

Avery had the right idea and when he opens fire on the big man making himself out to be in charge (read: Leader) of this band of ne'er do wells besieging the lives of this quiet, provincial town. A little town... a quiet village. Little town, full of little people waking up to see...

There goes Hadrix with his gun, like always! The same old shells to shoot! Every day just the same, since this morning he came to this poor provincial town!

The thots from the younger man are tracers for the Massive Mandalorian as the front end of his weapon belches flame and smoke carried like a comet tail in the wake of the stinging cloud of metal pellets that hit with a speed greater than the blaster bolts that one can espy moving towards their target.

<"Got your justice right here, sleemo..."> and then the big man is stalking forwards, the grip bar sticking from the side of his weapon drawn back and allowed to chunk forward with a distinct 'CHAK-SHAK' while the spent shell twirls through the air behind him.

Hello, good day, how are your guts doing? There must be more than this provincial life.

Tara had parked the 'stealth' bike in an alley and tossed a tarp over it, before joining the others on the rooftops for the ambush. When the flare goes up she takes to the sky, swooping down in a firing pass over the heads of the mob of pirates below. <"Oya!"> Grinning inside her helmet, the blue arcs of stun pulses leave one of the mooks twitching on the gorund

<"The feeling is mutual."> Xeria follows Avery, and when he starts shooting she moves to block the most likely escape route and draws her vibrosword. Patiently she waits.

As the Constable called out and the thugs moved into the space, linked HUDs on the network would flag each body, a highlight in 'safe' colors simply tracking movement, weapons and information.

Then the challenge is uttered, the flare flies high and each of those flagged targets flicks form 'safe' to 'Kill' on the Reviver-pattern display before Narsai's deep green eyes.

The flare might light up the ground, but the erruption of blaster bolts fills the air with all colors of plasma and death.

Synchronized with Hadrix whom she'd returned the helmet 'bump' moments before, Narsai stands and lifts the heavy 'hand cannon' of her blaster, her single bolt bursting through the eye of the man before an adjustment of her arm fells another in a smooth motion.

Two down, the Mandalorians all were just getting started!

Arcael raises the snare gun to fire towards one of the thuglets but misses with the spraynet, spreading it somewhere on the wall <<"Just for future reference: I am Arcael of Clan /Distayre/">> she corrects <<"Let's try leaving one alive so he can spread the word?">>

<"Stay here,"> Sumi tells the young Constable before she ignites her jetpack once more and jets toward the town square. Landing in a sprint, Sumi extends the mace-shaped baton from her left hand, her thumb pressing the button down to prime the electrical charge that coursed with blue arcing energy and hummed hungrily. Her first victim had no idea. She brought the serrated edge of the weapon down on their head, cratering them into the dirt with a sudden burst of electrical energy that gave it more Umph! Two more subsequent attacks send two bodies flying back from the ancient warrior. <"HAHAHAHA! COME NOW, LINE UP, CHILDREN! I'M DISPENSING JUSTICE! AHHHH!"> Sumi chases after one of the thugs that shot at her.

Nayton, peeking over the edge of the infirmary roof raises the weapon he had been given, and opens fire. He tags some unlucky thug scrambling away from Narsai Ordo and Hadrix Kora. Nayton's other two shots are wild and thunk against the dirt, pocking up the well worn path. From his perspective, he watched mesmerized by the blaster-bolts going everywhere, and the total change of tone as Mandalorians lived up to their name and began ripping them to shreds. Nayton felt powerful in that moment, like justice was on their side.

The back way which Xeria blocked was being traveled now by two thugs eager to get away from the Mandos. Halted, they fight her. The others out in the square look for cover, and try to open up on the biggest Mando they can find. It just happened to be Hadrix for the moment!

Another curse escapes his lips, this time from pain and shock, as a bolt strikes his exposed torso and he pulls back into cover. <"Kriff! Well, at least we're getting a few of them in the first volley."> Avery remarks, his eyebrow lifting higher at the sight of the two burning holes decorating Xeria's armor. <"That's... that's not good."> All thought of the hole in his own armor, save the occasional wince, is dropped as he moves to block any further shots at his companion, protecting her until she can get a solid swing on one of these anti-do-gooders. <<"Do we have anyone who can perform medical happiness? Xeria took a few hits and could use some help!">> Goes his call over the comms as he lifts the Tracker and sights in on more of the ruffians. Trigger depressed and bolt loosed, one of the thugs flies backward to slam into a wall his life dimming before he hits the ground. <"SORRY!"> Comes the call, <"I don't have stun on this weapon!"> This is fortunate for the next fellow as his shot flies wide to careen harmlessly off the wall nearby.

SPANG!! A shot strikes the breastplate, <"Distayre then."> Hadrix growls as he stalks forward with barely a hindrance to his step when another skids across his hip and then is deflected by one of the plates on his glutes - kicking up dirt to his side.

When his scatter gun belches thunder once more he is twisted by a blast that cuts a narrow hole in his right shoulder armor. The snarl emitted by his vox is a hard static-laden warble and something electric shoots up his spine as the old Rage builds. Stoked by another shot bubbling armor paint to reveal the dull shine below before it is struck there again, blackening and metal runs briefly like candle wax.

<"Par'te Mando'ad te'haat'kyr kyr'am. Te'Mando'ad nayc'chaab kyr'am, Par'ibac takisit oya'la."> muttered aloud that his helmet picks it up and emits the words in the liquid snarl as mnemonics are uttered. Calm fighting the lust to charge deep into the enemy midst.

For the warrior the only true conclusion is death. The warrior does not cower to death, for that would belittle life.

The body of the man who'd put a blaster bolt through the armor crafted by the Chieftess behind him erupts. No clean kill - no simple char and fallen body. Bone and innards spray out behind him. <<"I can, Avery- keep her alive.">> another shell hits the ground and he's still moving forward like a boogie-man.

Xeria swings her borrowed Vibrosword at the pair trying to pass her, the whiff of it moving through the air making it painfully obvious that she missed. With a curse under her breath she makes sure she is still blocking the path while she awaits their response.

Arcael once more manages to splatter the net against the wall <<"It appears I might ahve put this back together not exactly as expected.">> she says, sounding ashamed, as a shot strikes the breastplate, wincing <<"And, it appears I was shot. Nevermind.">> she says, trying to sound as calm as possible

Narsai was moving now, but it was a forward pace on foot rather than the rush of her rockets. Twisting her form out of the way of a bolt meant for her, the young woman returns fire, dropping the thug neatly and sending another diving for cover before the sounds of impact against Xeria, Hadrix, Avery and Arcael have her turning her head with a frown. The new 'face' with the vibroblade seemed the most injured, but if she could get to cover, she'd be patched up soon enough.

<<"Cover the injured! Wipe these cowards out!">>

Arcael once more manages to splatter the net against the wall <<"It appears I might ahve put this back together not exactly as expected.">> she says, sounding ashamed, as a shot strikes the breastplate, wincing <<"And, it appears I was shot. Nevermind.">> she says, trying to sound as calm as possible. Possibly desperately. But best not to worry the others. <<"Don't worry about me, Mandalor, really. It is no issue.">>

Tara snap-rolls left, just in time to avoid a body propelled up from below by someone's... /enthusiastic/ employment of a stun baton. <<"Hey, watch who you're knocking up here! Some of us are flying!">> She chuckles, coming around for another pass after the maneuver sent her shots wide.

The chaos is beginning to die down, and the thugs are realizing that maybe... /maybe/ this had been a poor decision. They fight because now there's nothing more they can do. Go to jail, be at the mercy of Mandos, or die.

Sumi robs the choice of fate away from three as she bashes one into the side of a wall that buckles, cradling their weight after they hit. A second gets hit between the legs and knocked skyward, and the third was trampled and had been rising back up when Sumi struck them across the face with the serrated edge of the stun mace. <"AHHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHA! Hard to fall from the ground they say! There is nothing for you up here, child. Stay down! Hahaha!"> Sumi stalks off, entering the fray to help Xeria now!

Chaos is still afoot, and there's still justice to be done! Nayton is getting some justice! He killed one of the injured men, then wings another running for cover, trying to avoid Tara!

Blaster fire scatters around him and Xeria, striking various surfaces to ricochet away, as they work to thin the herd. His own attention is half split between the thugs they're trying to take out and maintaining Xeria's safety. <"How're ya doin' Xer?"> Avery calls to his companion while he lifts his carbine to target another foe, the HUD marking out additional targets in case he drops the primary one. He squeezes the trigger, the first searing red bolt flying wide, before adjusting to rest the barrel against the wall, a breath taken before firing again. The second bolt takes a different course than the first. The proper course one might add as the bolt flies true and drops another malcontent in his tracks. He glances over his shoulder at the combat Xeria is locked in, slowly shifting his position that way while eyeing the rest of the enemies engaged in a mixture of fighting back and retreat.

• SHYUUUNNNNG* a trail of carbon scoring down one cuisse of his left leg - and then another on the right hip guard. He has their attention, right where he wants it... and then someone makes a mistake and utilizes the glow behind his visor as a targeting point. There's no hole with melting plastoid ruining his face. No need for a new eye upcoming. But his head rocks back and he stops cold.

Words fail him and there is only a bestial sound rolling from the vox. His posture shifts, hunching - shoulders forward and head down as if he were about to pole-ax forward onto the ground with the wound. Golden filigree bubbles and a dent has formed with the kinetics of the impact.

Then he charges. Cape billowing out behind him as strides lengthen to a loping gait and his entire being changes. No straight and controlled warrior. No barbarian warlord swaggering into the fray. The shotgun hits the ground discharging harmlessly into a wall in the wake of him as he begins sprinting directly towards the foe, one hand forward and the other cocking back.

And Hadrix is not quite screaming, but it doesn't sound human either.

<"Fine and *fucking* dandy!"> is Xeria's response, breathing labored from the pain as her sword whiffs past her target *again*. <"At least he missed too, this time.">

Another shot into the melee, Narsai's bolt claims the first but misses the second. A frown, but she's still advancing till the last target falls. Arca's call of being 'fine'? She'll let it stand. After all, the Reviver leader was still perfectly happy to tend to the wounded once all the targets were laying in the dirt…

<<"Kark it. Switching to precision shooting.">> Tara cut thrust, dropping onto a roof and taking a knee. Twin blasters slip back into their holsters, and the hunter's EE-3 is retrieved from its maglock on her backplate. The carbine snaps up and barks twice, the stunbolts sending another thug to the ground. Once the last few are dispatched, she steps off the roof and lands with a quick burst of her jets to brake. <<"Hey Kid, keep the blaster. You earned it today."> Wincing a bit at sore ribs and shoulder, she trails behind Narsai, disposable plasteel binders on the ones still living.

Sumi killed the three near her, the final a woman who cried out her last when Sumi planted the mace against her chest and caved it in. The electrical charge had a profound effect on launching people, but this woman was sent straight to the ground with a punctuated THUD.

When two people remained, they looked ready to attack when three blaster shots from long range caught them. First the injured fell, then the last remaining was knocked off their feet and into the dirt. Who had placed such a series of shots?

The steaming contrail led back to the origin, the silhouette of the young man Nayton rising up on the rooftop and waving. Sumi laughs. <"Damn fine shooting, son. Damn fine..">

The townspeople began to come out, finding the Mandos around all the expired thugs, and now the new Constable was joining them. "I thank you all for your service. I think we can take things from here, my Mandalorian friends."

Sumi parted, patting the young man on the shoulder. <"Badge looks good on you, kid. You earned it."> She hoisted the heavy baton over her shoulder and walked quietly back to the ship. It seemed she had no notion of being paid.

<<"Check your sensors on the way out, vode. I think I knocked one into orbit. Hahaha!">>

Avery stays ready for a moment after the blaster bolts stopped, never sure if another foe is to make an appearance. After a few heartbeats, the Tracker is slung over his shoulder once more and he strides from behind his cover, a couple of nods given to the citizens as they begin to make their way from their homes. <"Take care of yourself, kiddo... let us know if you need any help in the future."> With that, the obsidian armored Mandalorian makes his way over to Xeria, ready to offer her a shoulder should she need the assistance to get back to the ships. <"Still doin' alright?">

Downed or not, Hadrix falls on the one that rang his bell, ape-punching and snarling through his vocalizer while straddling his chest. It's only a few short slams of metaled fists before he slumps some, shoulders rising and falling in rapid breaths while the t-visor focuses on the ruins of the poor sod's face. Live? Dead? Somewhere in-between?

He levers himself up though, after a moment, fumbling at the medpak on his hip and shaking some as the adrenaline begins to fade. A syringe is drawn out and jammed into his own neck while he makes towards where Xeria is, nodding towards her and speaking in a wet rattle, <"I can see to you, vod."> a little shaky, but growing more stable by the moment as the stims begin to do their work.

Xeria leans on Avery after putting her blade away. Her legs work fine, but she favors her left arm and side now that the fight is over. <"I think I've lived through worse.">

Narsai's blaster lowers as the last two fall, an approving little dip of her helmet offered towards the kid-turned-marshal before she falls into step beside the armored figure of Hadrix, a jab of her elbow offered despite his size (and pre-exisiting injury). <<"I believe we had a discussion about you catching blaster bolts with your face,">> she muses, her path splitting away as she turns towards Tara and her injuries, but not before she passes by Sumi, reaching a hand to clamp lightly on the Kora leaders shoulder. There might have been a wink there too, but helmets make it awfully hard to tell!

Tara reached, Narsai unclasped her kit. <<"Alright Tar'ika, lets she what we can do about these.">>