Log:Perlemian Rangers: Bastard Hunting
Bastard Hunting
Location: Planetoid Basuul-Besh-Aurek, Eucer Sector
Participants: Jinx, K-5Z9, Wrrlryyhn, Callax Dalso
The first operation since reclaimation and rehabilitation of the Relentless will involve assaulting a freehold of the Statzar pirate brotherhood somewhere in the Eucer sector. Rangers will descend upon the planetoid Basuul-Besh-Aurek in the Tansalle Nebula ahead of a turbolaser bombardment from Relentless, executing a groud raid on the facility. Prisoners are to be taken if possible, any slaves recovered for rehabilitation, but the facility must be destroyed. A message must be sent.
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PLANETOID BASUUL-BESH-AUREK, 19:30:22 GST SOMEWHERE IN THE EUCER SECTOR
Fire from on high, unexpected until the last minute. That is what greets the denizens of the small nest of bunkers on the arid, ash-covered rock that serves as a Statzar slave processing camp. The rain of crimson turbolaser bolts that fall from /Relentless/'s guns as it enters the atmosphere is relatively weak tea compared to the bombardment of something like a Star Destroyer, but an artillery strike is an artillery strike. Pinpoint accuracy, delivered by the ship's surprisingly talented civilian volunteers; descending through the atmosphere at high speed, the Rangers on board the organization's assault shuttle hurtle toward a field of flame-filled craters where many of those bunkers had been.
The crew on board is small, consisting of the shuttle's pilot, the Commander, a handful of other Rangers pressed into the cause, Wrrlryyhn, K-5, and of course Jinx. In their usual set of sealed void armor, Callax is checking over a heavy blaster carbine hung from their shoulder by a strap, making final preparations for the drop. << All right, ladies and gentlebeings, >> they say, voice crisp and professional. << Let's do this by the numbers. We hit the ground, clear the remaining bunkers, and liberate whatever slaves are in storage. We might not get any this time around; if not, we try and take what prisoners we can before /Relentless/ razes the complex after we extract. Any questions? >>
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Kayfive's voice comes through the comms, potentially sounding a little abnormal due to not having any backround noise behind it. <<So we're allowed to break whatever we want, AND don't have to worry about them trying to surrender? Fighting slavers is so much /easier/.>> ...Somehow, the droid sounds a bit /too/ excited as she hefts the T-21 heavy repeater and runs a final systems check.
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Wrrlryyhn wears her armor, and bristles with weapons. Well, she had her bowcaster and ryykblade. She nodded at Callax, giving a low rumble, in place of her normal, gentle warble. This time, the Wookiee would bring home live slaves. This time, would not be like the last. Green eyes glittered like fierce, resolute emeralds set in chestnut fur.
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The shuttle's pilot punches the throttle, sending the Tau heading like a gray meteor; stunned from the suddeness of the turbolaser bombardment, the defenders are only just starting to react as the ship swoops down upon the ruined concourse. The hull rattles as blaster bolts uselessly slam against it, the sound like heavy rain drumming upon sheet metal - Callax steps to the ramp, punching the control to lower the landing ramp as it settles down for a rapid drop. Under its chin, a linked pair of blaster cannons emerge from a retractable turret mount, spewing heavy fire into the rubble behind which the pirates in the field have sheltered; but though explosions throw more debris into the air, it does not abate the enemy's fire.
<< All right, >> Callax shouts over the sound of the shuttle's canons, << Everyone, follow me! Pick your targets and fire on the run - K5, give us suppressive fire as we go! >> That said, the Commander runs down the ramp, firing a blaze of bolts from their carbine as they rush headlong toward a half-collapsed building.
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Kayfive charges down the ramp, feet clanging into sure positions as only maglocks can provide. An ululating cry sounding vaguely like a wampa fighting a wookiee in a blender emerges from her vocabulator, and the T-21 opens up. The welcoming committee dives for cover, still spatterd with fragments of superheated duracrete from the hail of bolts.
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Wrrlryyhn charges down the ramp as well, firing her bow caster. Not to be out down by Kay, she likewise gives a roaring war cry. Making cover, she ducks beside the hulking form of the large battle droid.
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Jinx clings to Kayfive like a backpack as she goes charging down the ramp, her head tilting and rotating to take in the battlefield.
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It's supposed to be a raid. But even pounded by the initial blaster turrets the Statzars pile on, pouring from their ruined bunker a hail of crimson blaster bolts; the intensity of their fire is enough to slow Callax and a pair of Rangers as they go, and despite K5's considerable fire, their bolts somehow make purchase. All three are shot; two of them go down, dead outright or swiftly dying. Callax takes a shot in the torso, somewhere under the chestplate - they stagger, but they manage to hurtle toward the rubble and flop over the rubble to safety with a smoking hole in their suit that is swiftly autosealing thanks to its void-proofing technology.
The remaining Rangers give back what was given to them, piling on the fire their comrades caught in the crossfire had sent over; after that savage salvo only a few pirates remain left to fire back, but the initial damage is done.
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<<MEDIC! MEDIC TO MY LOCATION! THE COMMANDER'S HIT!>> Kayfive returns fire at the offending slavers, who manage to duck out of the way just in time. The droid shifts a bit, trying to get mor eof her metal bulk between Callax and incoming fire
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Wrrlryyhn shot off another bolt from her bow caster, focused and determined. As Kay's command went over comms, the Wookiee fell back in to guard position beside the droid. Hopefully between both their bulks no more fire could reach the commander. She tries to look over her shoulder and warbles inquiringly at Callax.
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Jinx peeks up over Kayfive's shoulder, rotating her head to take in the surroundings. "beep too ee, click, boop click, ee beep beep ee." she chirps to Kayfive.
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The storm of traded fire is short and furious, and there are multiple corpses left smoking on the ground - but the Rangers are victorious. Callax struggles to their feet, holding their side with one hand whilst cradling the carbine in their other arm. << I'll be all right, >> they hiss over comms, gesturing with the barrel of the carbine to another building yet untouched by the bombardment. << That's the storehouse. Stack up at the door and get ready for guards. Jinx, get its door open. >> The door, of course, is a heavy blast hatch keeping people out - and people inside.
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<<Copy. Stacking up, I'll take point.>> Kayfive gets into position, safe to aim her repeater directly at the door since Jinx's hack is taking place off to the side.
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Wrrlryyhn snorted, still peering over the commander. She didn't counter their command however, instead she grunted her understanding. She fell into position, with another low rumble, and help weapon at the ready.
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Jinx floats free of Kayfive and to the side, extending a computer probe to plug into the door as she starts to work through the combinations, humming and chirping to herself as she does. A moment later the door unlocks with a chunk, then hisses open with a rumble.
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As Jinx breaches the complex computerized lock, the faint hum of magnetic the seal that kept the hatch closed fades, causing it to slide away and open; immediate blaster fire emits from inside the well-lit bunker style building, from a handful of pirates cloistered behind tables hastily pulled over to serve as a thin barricade. Alas, it's no real defense, as two of them learn as the wounded Callax and the three remaining backup Rangers of the squad open up and kill two of them outright. << Throw down your guns, >> Callax roars hoarsely over the fire. << Throw them down or get carried out in fragging bodybags! >>
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Callax is offering surrender. Kayfive isn't. Another long burst from the droid's massive weapon turns a pirate in the center into several different pieces. She's not yelling any more, just sweeping the weapon back and forth.
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Wrrlryyhn fell in after Kay and the commander. As Callax called for surrender, the Wookiee made a show of roaring at full voice, and leveling her bowcaster threateningly at the nearest pirate. Hard to mistake the intent the intent of a Wookiee bent on war, or their capability. A Wookiee warcry needed no translation.
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Jinx floats along, peering through the viewports, until she finds the occupied one and floats down to the controls, extending manipulators as she disassembles the panel, setting the lid aside then starts fiddling with the mechanism to override it. Eventually, there's a faint thunk of the lock disengaging before the door slides open.
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The manacled beings within the cell, revealed by Jinx's swift handiwork, are a pair of young Twi'lek women and a sober, older Human man. Swift conversation in Ryll by one of the Rangers and a further inquiry to the older man, a Coruscanti doctor named Collus Brin, reveal that the Rangers were late arriving - a shipment of slaves had just been sent off, with those three left behind for processing as new captures. But it wasn't for nothing, as the three promise information on the pirates once safely away from the planet. << Get them on the shuttle, >> Callax instructs the squaddies with a faint wheeze issuing with the words. << K5, Wrrl, get our fallen. Let's get out of here. >>
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"You are being detained. Please resist. If you resist, I get to shoot you." The two surviving pirates are restrained, probably with a bit more force than nessecary, but the slavers can deal with it. Because they're slavers, and the droid has zero patience for them. The two are shoved in the direction of another Ranger, before Kayfive starts carrying bodies as respectfully as she can. ...which still mostly consists of putting them over her shoulder.
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Wrrlryyhn scowled at the wheezing commander. This was the reason she'd started first aid training with her Togruta Doctor friend, Katya. Still, she hadn't had enough lessons for them to be useful and the commander had given a direct order. Nodding with a grunt, the Wookiee stepped out, to gather their fallen comrades with the large battle droid, warbling quietly to herself.
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Jinx floats back, spinning to fly back over towards the ship by the door, turning to wait for everyone to return as she chirps and burbles by the door.
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It's also the reason why Callax is taking the same lesson - but they aren't going to be patching the hole and a seared lung. Out they go after the rest; the Rangers are dead, grim burdens to pick up from the ground and carry into the shuttle. Callax's face is unreadable behind their helmet's tinted visor, but there's a palpable buzz of anger and pain that emits from the Commander like a deflector envelope that makes reading their expression unreadable. Uncuffed once the shuttle is airborne, the would-be slaves watch as the dead men are laid on a troop bench and draped with survival blankets from the emergency kit. The slaves get the rest.
Callax says nothing much more, one settling down and letting pain settle with them - except, of course, for the signal for /Relentless/ to continue its bombardment. Clear of the lane of fire, the shuttle returns to the corvette's bay just in time for the ship to pound the rest of the complex to powder. It will take a half an hour, but it couldn't happen fast enough.
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