Log:Push to Close

Push to Close

OOC Date: December 21, 2019
Location: Yeshocq, Yeshocq System
Participants: Tarion Tavers, Jacali, Vandred, Sajin, Ban Iskender, Tharyn, David Ironside, Hadrix Kora, Aryn Cole

Yeshocq, Yeshocq System

This is a planet located in the Mid Rim, and was a colonized, forested, temperate planet.

From above, the park looks to be a peaceful place. Green forest is comprised of tall trees with thick canopy, and bits of brown and grey rock jut out where the cliffs herald the surrounding mountains. Normally, this park was beneath the glare of the Yeshocq star, Tesh, but today it was not so beautiful. Dark storm clouds loomed overhead, and the temperate air had pockets of nasty humid air that caused the shuttle to shake under the pressure of turbulence.

Rain fell heavily, but the winds had begun to die down and much of the hurricane was done. <<"Pilot, there's a power relay station on the northern side of the island. We need to disembark there, and work our way into the island once the power grid is back on. We'll send up a flare when we've located the survivors. Relay that location to our shuttles. You'll have to be above the storm to do it.">>

The woman speaking is a blonde haired doctor named Aryn Cole, who stands by the opened hatch of the shuttle looking out over the forested island. She wears a shadowsilk poncho and forest designed camo armor and gear. A bow rests upon her back, and an obsidian spear, which is collapsed within itself like a telescopic weapon, hangs from her belt. <<"Everyone, give me a comm check. I'll hook the rope up in preparation for our slide down to the ground.">> Aryn reaches out clamping the end of their 'fast rope' to the reinforced arm that extended just out the door. The coil is kept beside Aryn, prepped to be shoved out.

There's a click from Vandred's helm as his commlink clicks active, "Vandred, checking in." He states, remaining seated and locked in on the chair he currently sits in. His head tilts from side to side as he allows his vision to roam over the augmented reality system showing up in his visor, checking vital statistics as well as the amount of oxygen currently stored in his suit. There's a dull 'clunk' 'clunk' as his boots magseal to the shuttle floor, then unhook themselves on a quick glance at the appropriate menu choice.

His hand roams down to take out his blaster, removing the ammunition pack and then loading it back in again, checking as it accepts the charge. Slipped back in to the holster, he then.. Drums his fingers on his knees - apparently he has idle hands.

<"Hadrix Kora. Comm check. When we're over the LZ signal, I'll exit and scout"> The massive Mandalorian stands, mag-locked boots and using any hand rails to keep the turbulence from jostling him as he starts towards the exit hatch where Aryn has herself set up <"Are we supposed to not kill any of the beasts or the like we run into?">

Fully concealed in a suit of armor, David Ironside answers the comm check without moving. <"Ironside, copy."> he speaks softly, just getting around to testing the suit's vocoder and comm systems, it's a brand new suit of armor. As he sits there observing Aryn, his hand is holding a long DC-15 rifle upright, ready to head into the danger zone at a moment's notice. He gives Hadrix a nod, the same question floating around in his mind but not coming out quick enough.

<"Comms clear and uhhh ready to roll,"> a male voice announces over the channel, coming from a man in plain grey armor with a sort of reverse mohawk that doesn't exactly look like it was intentional. It's Tarion Tavers, rogue bounty hunter, with a rifle slung on his back and a green reptile-skin purse hanging off a gold chain around his shoulder. <"This is a big game hunting trip, right? I didn't read the job listing too close. Anyway, I've done this a dozen times, folks, I'm basically certified as a big game hunting expedition guide guy, so, you know, no worries, I got your backs, as long as you've all paid for this trip, because I assume /I'm/ getting paid out of what you paid, since I'm here to like, protect your non-conservationist buttocks from harm."

He waves at the rope coiled near Aryn's feet. <"Drop the rope already, intern. I can see you have a lot yet to learn in the world of big game hunting guiding, but that's okay. I got your back too," he adds with a smug, lopsided grin. <"You're all in great hands. My hands. One of my hands. The other one isn't so good anymore. But metaphysically."> Reassuring!

Ban Iskender is a dark haired young gentlemen dressed in pale grey dragoon's armor, with a decorative half cape in white and green tied atop his left shoulder. A pistol is holstered on one thigh, and an ornate durasteel sword is sheathed on the other. On cue, he activates his com and voices, <<"Captain Iskender; check, Doctor.">> A slow turn of his head brings a skeptical green eye onto Tarion. A slow breath is drawn in and let out through his nose. "Necessity," he reminds himself.

Her head turns as she looks about the shuttle to observe each as they check in, before the hesitant offer of a name in check is given. "Jacali, checking in." She mimics Vandred, likely due to inexperience and trying to fit in with the bunch. Her head turns toward Tarion, a subtle bobbing nod given in appreciation of his statements. "My buttocks are a treasure. The galaxy thanks you for your service." She affords in retort.

Presently, a tall, lean shape in brown and green armor waits quietly amongst the rest - checking the grenades mag-clipped to his belt and the harness worn over the thick plastoid, the pistol in its drop harness on his thigh. << Corlas, >> he states over the comms. << Check, check. >> It's really among the only things he's said on the trip over, content to remain helmed and quiet while the banter goes on around him.

Sajin groans behind his helmet, but nit at Tarions words. No. <<"I shouldn't have eaten thos salted nuts.">> That serves as yhe king of driks comm in as he waits for the ship to land and disembark with the others.

<<"The animals are expendable. I've authorization from the park authorities. The guests take top priority, and if that means we have to clear the main park, then.. we'll see where that gets us.">> At Tarion's insistance that she deploy the rope, Aryn did just that. Their shuttle adopts a casual hover, and Aryn steps aside to let the large Mando by, not wanting to argue over who moved first, etc.

<<"Alright, everyone.. ready up.">>

The LZ that everyone arrived at was a fenced in compound in a /slight/ clearing. Rain fell easily here, and aside from the shuttle that loomed overhead, the sounds of nature were all around. Everyone landed inside the fenced in perimeter and could see the hatch to the relay station was already opened. Light posts were stationed all along the perimeter, but lacking any sort of power.

Aryn was the second to arrive, and did so via rope. She slid down, hugging it close and using her gloved hands to maintain her grip. She lands and draws her bow. <<"Aryn clear at the bottom.">>

It wasn't long before they had company along the fence line. A nexu brushes its coat against one side of the fence, purring loudly while a Reek and a Mudhorn rumble about to the north, charging each other.

With Aryn clear, Vandred steps up and goes down as soon as there's a spot for him to do so - he lands a bit roughly, knees bending hard before he straightens up and moves away. "Vandred, clear." He states as he moves, pausing to kneel as he drags his blaster from its holster.

He checks the charge on it once before he then straightens up. He looks around as his eyes roam, before he raises a hand to point - emphasising his statement over the commlink. "Vandred here. There's a busted up speeder nearby. Looks operational - but something beat it up. No roof. Anyone willing to pilot it?"

The hand lowers after a few moments, and he raises a hand up to adjust his helmet, shifting it around a bit to get it more comfortable.

Walking off the edge into open air, Hadrix's jets sputter and spit at first before he twists a regulator toggle and squeezes down on the throttle controls, jets firing finally. <"Gate damage - they're only using chain link..."> shaking his head as he swoops down towards the landing zone, touching down with a flex of his knees - cutting off his rockets a few feet above.

His t-21, finally away from the wife, is back in hand, repeater barrels spinning up within the broad tubular barrel.

<"If no one else volunteers I could probably drive it badly.">

David is next to drop down the line, slinging his rifle across his back before letting gravity do its work. When he lands, he nods at Vandred and Hadrix. "I can, too." he says, peering not at the others on the ground but beyond them to the Mudhorn and Reek. "In fact.." he continues while approaching the speeder, maybe a little hurriedly, "In fact, I'll try and get it running before those big horned things can smash it or us." Additionally, he helpfully points at the creatures who have since stopped fighting eachother and are now stomping towards the landing zone.

Ban Iskender takes a moment aafter descendin the rope to draw his pistol in the riht hand, and sword in the left. The gentleman frowns in scrutiny of the round leading to their stated destination. <<Some manner of large predator has trod the ground toward the relay station, before us,>> he notes over the comms.

Tarion nods expectantly at the varied reactions to his reassurances, giving Jacali a wink. <"Not really the galaxy I'm concerned with, but if /you/ appreciate it, I can think of ways for you to demonstrate that. Like, a bonus. Like, some extra credits."> His smirk fades into dead-seriousness. <"Like, really.">

Then the rope is down and he's moving into place, making sure the gold chain is securely looped around his head so as not to lose his purse on the descent. The bounty hunter fastropes down with relative ease, though he doesn't exactly stick the landing and instead ends up on his ass for a moment before righting himself.

He wanders over towards the doorway of a building with lots of signs that say "WARNING: HIGH VOLTAGE" and that sort of deal on it. "We got the bottom half of a... I don't know, something orange? Maybe a Rodian? That's fine then," Tarion decides with a shrug, glancing towards the damaged speeder. "Yeah, that's a great idea. We'll be like a little to-go box for the wildlife. Great plan, team. Meanwhile, I, your fearless, reasonably-priced guide, will restore power to the place and save myself a lot of trouble later." He starts marching towards the building.

She has no jetpacks. ... In fact, Jacali has a whole lot of errant nothing at her disposal, but she's doing her best and that's all anyone could ask of her. Well, okay. They COULD ask for more, but judging from the way she's muttering to herself and then fumbling with the restraint that kept her secured in her seat, they're not likely to get it. Once she's free, she makes her way toward where the rope had been lowered, expression dour within the confines of her helmet as she stares downward at those that went before her. To any with a keen eye for observation it is clear she has some reservations, and the heights aren't making things any easier, her breath shallowing as she calculates just how unfortunate a fall would be.

When her turn comes, she makes one last pat-down check of herself. Blaster pistol? Yep. Medical supplies? Sure thing. Will of a warrior? ... well, two outta three ain't bad.

When Tarion speaks, there's a pause as her head turns to regard him with some terribly blatant, awfully critical assessment of his worth. "Mm," A sound is breathed out, "We shall see what is due to you by the end of this little ... excursion." She responds, before moving to ready herself to get to the ground. Which she does. Fairly gracelessly, I might add, but she does it. With everyone else checking in and offering up their findings, she chimes in. "The Nexu, it has someone's jacket in its teeth... I suppose some have been more unfortunate than others."

Sajin gets to ground Via the rope. Flanking off to the side he draws his trusty Dl44. Coming upon a half eaten body he hefts another groan, pushing back the urge to spew in his new armors helmet. Knealimg down he unclasps and ID badge. "Found something possibly useful but likely not with the power out." He waves the badge at the others.

Though his breastplate has an integral flight unit, Tharyn takes the drop line down to the surface. << Corlas, clear, >> he announces over the comms, drawing the blaster from its place on his hip. << Low-light vision active, conducting overwatch. >>

Through the visor of his helmet, the foliage of the park is a picture in many shades of green, HUD data overlaid upon this color study. Scanning the shadowy jungle, Tharyn is grateful for his armor's proof against the heat and moisture. No full metal wet t-shirt contests or him.

Aryn glances toward the others and catches that Tarion is heading toward the building to look into the issue of power. "Someone who knows what they're doing go with Mr. Tarion, please. If only for the sake that he has someone with him." Aryn lowers her bow, walking past the half corpse near Sajin to stand near Jacali to see that the Nexu had a jacket hanging from its teeth. That's about when the Nexu looked at them and its purrs became a loud growl.

"RowwlRAWWWWWL!" The Nexu screamed, leaping over the fence with ease. About that time, the mudhorn and reek have begun to run toward the compound, intent in their eyes. The Mudhorn gets tangled into the fence, taking the posts up, while the reek runs toward the actual fence entrance busting through with a loud clang.

"Weapons up. Defend yourselves!"

For those who have gone to the speeder to repair it, there's an Akk Dog in the back containment that's been sedated and sleeping. The driver's severed upper body is in the cab, the head is missing.

The building for the power relay is now large. Inside, it's a single room with a wall panel with several different power relay conduit buttons. A single pump is present on the generator. The generator must be primed, according to the instructions, before it can be started. Once started, the panel requires that each fuse be reset, with instructions that read 'Push to Close'.

"Good idea, thank you!" Vandred's comm clicks in for that, apparently quite appreciative of their chosen appropriately and competitively prized guide as he goes off to take care of their power situation. His boots thump in the muck as he pounds his way over to the speeder, stopping - and almost falling flat as he skids for a moment - he raises his blaster pistol and snaps off a single blaster bolt at the Reek.

He hits! He looks at his blaster for a moment, in apparently vague disbelief of the shot. He then promptly shakes himself, getting ready for the inevitable pain that the Reek might cause.

Following the movement and blaster fire that serves equally as tracer fire as much as offense, the big Mandalorian tucks the stock of his repeater into his shoulder and leaning to control the recoil when the barrel begins spitting plasma darts, stitching a line of fleshy craters into beast as it turns towards him.

<<"Neutralized">> is rumbled over comms as the creature makes it close before its horned snout slams into the ground, churning up earth as it slides to a halt at his feet. Hadrix's head raises, scouting for targets and for signs of anyone besides the fire team and the rampaging beasts.

"I /AM/ somebody who knows what I'm doing!" Tarion yells back irately at Aryn, tromping along into the power relay building. It's large, as stated, and filled with all manner of electrical machinery, big turbines and coils and fuses and resistors, all of them rendered on a giants' scale, all feeding into that massive generator and its lone, rotund pump unit. Control panels and instrument boards cover the walls, all dark and lifeless.

"Well here's your problem," the hunter announces and gestures at the room as a whole. Peering around in the dim light, he spots a set of directions posted in yellow paint on the wall next to one panel in particular. "Gotta prime the pump. Hosnian Prime. Hosnian Prime the pump. Which one is the pump?" he wonders, rubbing at the peach fuzz in his reverse mohawk. It is then that it dawns on him: the pump has PUMP stenciled on it in giant white letters.

"Good news, everyone, I found the pump." He steps up to the thing, eying the mechanism, the hydraulic piston extending out of it, the nozzle that feeds into the generator itself. "And now I will... prime it." Grabing on, he pushes, and shoves, and strains, and pushes some more, and grunts, and strains, and shoves. Nothing happens. Well, his face gets redder and redder, but the pump doesn't move.

David hops into the speeder, pulling a panel down to expose wiring. He connects some that have been torn apart somehow, twisting the correct exposed wiring together. <"This ought to.."> he mutters under his breath, though it comes out clear as day due to modern-day technology. When the vehicle just sort of rumbles and makes terrible noises, the pilot frowns. <"Oh."> He goes back into the wiring and fixes up a connection he'd missed in his first go-around, coming up to restart the engine. It comes alive, but with a growl not unlike David himself would emit when woken up suddenly, the Akk Dog is behind him. Such a great time.

Ban Iskender turns a dry eye toward Aryn as she requests someone capable accompany Tarion. His expression remains well schooled as he offers a short bow of the head and shoulders to the Lady, before turning his measured steps after their.. whatever he is. Naturally, the local fauna choose that moment to rampage, and a mudhorn is battering throuh the fencing toward the station and the Tarion. "Charming," Ban observes of Tarion's commmentary as he aims his pistol at the hulking beast. Ban shoots like a duelist more so than a gunslinger, aimin straight-armmed and straight backed at the beast and firing twice. The first shot missed, and Ban's green eyes narrow in focus even as the monstrosity bears down on them. The second shot is precise, taking the beast squarely in the head. The young man then exhales.

And so it begins. Action. Adventure. Maybe some creds. Maybe some... oh dear.

"Behind you," She begins excitedly, only to discover she didn't care enough to remember the names of those that she's arrived with. To be fair, they're really just meatbags full of fascinating bacteria and possibly useful organs, but all of that can be harvested without knowing their names. Hell, they don't even have to live. She points toward David, then gestures wildly toward the akk dog. Surely this should alert him to the impending messy death that is now approaching. "H-hey, there's..." She lifts her blaster pistol, gesturing dangerously in David's direction, before she remembers that she could probably actually shoot the thing.

Mind. Blown.

"... have to do everything myself..." She can be heard muttering just before she's pulling the trigger, scoring two hits on the beast with what is perhaps some unexpected accuracy for one so green.

Sajin turns towards the akk dog as other light it up laying some blaster bolts into it. After the smoke clears comes his voice, "Yeah thats for buting me... ya filthy animal..."

As a small artillery action goes off in the back of the speeder behind David, possibly turning the waking akk dog into an akk dog-sized mound of charcoal, Tharyn levels his pistol at the nexu as it comes loping the group's way. Gods above and below, how are they all /teeth/ like that? The mercenary looses a pair of blasts aimed at the creature's evilly flattened head, but its dexterity is proof against plasma in the moment, and the shots are spent on the path just past its fluid form.

Blaster fire is going off in every direction it sounds like, and it echoes in the valley, making Aryn visibly cringe when it first starts to discharge. She watches the Reek go down, then Ban blasts the mudhorn with a well placed shot, but then the Nexu has taken up Aryn immediate attention and she runs backward, drawing an arrow from the quiver on her hip.

Turning about, she nocks the arrow and draws back. There's a moment of clarity, where she has the right sight, but upon release the nimble creature dipped beneath the whistling arrow that thunked loudly into the ground.

Aryn begins to realize that this Nexu has intended to attack her despite Tharyn's blasts missing. Aryn rises pre-emptively and is caught head on by the animal and flung as a result of the pouncing attack. Aryn tumbles away harmlessly while the Nexu slips and slides on the mud, bucking to catch up with its fallen foe. "RawlRAAAAAAAAAWWL!" It screams.

The sound of more Akk Dogs approach from the forest, their loud noises distinct against the pitter patter of rain. They pass under the fence, 4 in total, and start at the heroes!

Blasters, blasters, and more blasters. Vandred doesn't have the best time handling the mess that the landing area has become. Initially he was distracted by the fact that there was one of those Akk Dogs in the Speeder, and he's leaning over to help -- nope. All done!

His shoulders sag momentarily before he hears the pounding sound of multiple large animals running -- his head turns, and he actually lets out a half-muted /scream/, and then whips his blaster up and around. He fires once, and the bolt takes one of the Akk Dog's in the eye - where it suddenly drops to the dirt and flips itself over a few times due to momentum, then comes to a stop.

With Akk Dogs being fired on, Hadrix turns at the Nexu threatening the area. Repeater still roaring and spitting condensed fire that stitches a line of melted soil and charred grass in it's wake as he doesn't quite lead enough. Annoyed he wishes he could have a cigarra right about now.

David looks around, the growling stops after a bunch of gun shots and he raises an arm, wordlessly grateful to whoever shot the murder pooch. <"So that's a definite 'no' on making sure the good people who pay money to go here have something to look at that moves, huh?"> he mutters. <"Oh. Speeder's up and running, by the way."> He finally ends up using the cab as a sniper nest, taking aim at the quick, agile nexu (the visor's augmented reality system IDs it as one), but his bright blue Clone Wars-era blaster bolt goes wide of the determined predator.

Tarion stands there looking down at the pump, trying to ascertain if he's done something wrong or if he's totally misunderstood the process of priming. "Not to worry," he promises aloud to whoever went with him to make sure he's- wait, it's just him. "-I- am an expert."

Having seen no other method to prime the pump, he doubles over and heaves one more time, pushing with all his might. "Hhhhhrrrrrrr-oop!" A little squeak escapes him as the pump finally grates into motion, moving up along the piston before the hydraulics push it right back down. "I did it," the hunter breathes excitedly, still bent over, feeling his abdomen with one hand to make sure nothing has popped out of him. "Wait." Bent over like this, he can see print that says 'Must prime until locked: 10 repetitions.'

"Kriffing hell." He plants his hands back on the device. "hrRrrR. HRRRNG. AAAGH. HUUUUGH. ERRRRK. AAAaaaR. HOOO. ARRRghhh. YEEESSSS SIR." CA-CHUNK. The pump locks into place with a satisfying metallic clank. "Okay. What's next?" He turns back to eye the instructions. "Start the generator, reset the fuses. And I... totally... see... exactly where those are."

Ban glances back to gauge Tarion's progress. "Progress? Very good," he commends, before his eye is pulled back in alarm at the sight of the nimble Nexu slamming bodily into the archer with a doctorate. He aims again, straight arm tracking the monstrous feline's movements, until he feels able to anticipate its next movement, and firing. The pistol bolt strikes the beast cleanly below one ear, dead before it hits the ground.

More? Really? Why would anyone come here? ... Ah yes. That's right. Murderous rampages. Legal, murderous rampages.

With Vandred's decidedly girlish scream, Jacali whirls about to look toward him, only to see him actually manage something useful for once. She doesn't know what to make of it, really. It's like the aurora borealis. You know it has a chance to happen, but you're pretty sure you're not gunna see it. Damned if it ain't beautiful, though. Not to be outdone (just ask her, her performance is superior.), Jac turns her attentions to one of the other Akk Dogs that threaten the area, lifting her pistol and firing off two rounds, only one scorching that thick hide. "... This is your fault, Vandred. Your screaming has lead the beast in," Think, Jac. How is it his fault? "... that would have hit, if you..." There's a long pause, then a heaved sigh. "Smarten up!" She concludes.

With Tarion over there grunting as though he made his attempts at voiding what can only be several large melons, one brow quirks and her head slowly turns toward him to observe his ... expertise.

Sajin turns towards the howling, "More little bastards... oh no you don't." The intellectualy challanged king raises his pistol once again, putting one already hit out of its misery before turning his attention to a new theat... and the quickly ending it with two crimson bolts from his blaster. "I wonder what they taste like... you okay Tarion. Everyone else?"

Whilst the Nexu attempts to bite him with those /horrible snapping jaws/, Tharyn prepares to fire again - but then the creature leaps and is cut down, mid-pounce, to roll across the dirt in front of him. With a grunt, he shoves the gun in its holster, running across the way to meet one of the akk dogs that come out from the underbrush; his armor gauntlets suddenly glow and crackle with the pale blue glow of shock fields, and crossing the area with surprising speed he drives one wreathed fist into the midsection of one such creature. A hiss of pain and an angry bellow is his reply as cracking ribs splinter farther thanks to the violent spasms of electrified muscle, but he does not quite bring it down. Not that he's not ready to do it - Tharyn's fighting style, as he draws himself into, is a compact thing of barely restrained, imminent violence. No art, just martial.

Tharyn may notice that he's not the only one focused on repelling the Akk Dogs. A whistling arrow thunks into the beast's arm, making it howl in pain before falling over and twitching from the electric current still tormenting its system.

Progress, Ban asked. It arrives in the form of a loud warning alarm that echoes throughout the whole park. "RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRN RRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNN!" The alarms are loud, and the lights on the posts surrounding the relay station begin to suddenly flash like.. I AM HERE.

A loud roar follows the sound of these alarms, and into view rushes a loud, towering Acklay with massive spear like legs. It sweeps into the courtyard, screaming to show off its massive, numerous teeth! AHHHHHH!

Akk Dogs. Getting dealt with. Being dealt with. No longer his problem. Ignore the fact you screamed, Vandred. Push through it. Ignore it. Nobody hear-- Jacali heard. The click of his commlink shutting off buzzes through over the sound of blaster fire -- then the Acklay shows up.

He, of course, immediately points his blaster pistol at it and begins firing. The kick from the pistol preventing him from getting more shots - but the XT-1 blaster bolt impacts off it's torso.

<<"Situation nominal, Sajin,">> Hadrix responds as he wheels to line up an akk dog in his sights when the Acklay appears. <<"Nevermind">> huffed out as he turns off comms long enough to mutter, "And this will make three."

The big guy keeps running into these damned things. They're his curse. Or perhaps they're his calling. Regardless he lets the barrels continue to spin and spray blaster fire along one of its arms, hoping that the shrieky bug... monster... thing... will be knocked off balance.

David has definitely turned this cab into a tactical position now, dropping a lot of pew pews, but not a lot of bodies. Zero bodies, in fact. Then a large six-legged body with massive teeth appears. <"Acklay."> David reads his visor's data readout out loud, shooting at it. <"Sure wish this visor offered more info than just the name of whatever creature comes into view."> Tactical disadvantage right there. <"How's that power grid coming?"> he puts into the comms, hoping to get things moving, preferably away from the murderbeasts.

"You're welcome!" Tarion yells from inside the building where he's hard at work saving everyone, and/or calling in all the wildlife to kill them. He's sweating, but as far as he can tell nothing is herniated yet, so that's a good sign. Making his way over to the control panel directly underneath the painted commands, the bounty hunter stares at the buttons for a few seconds and then just starts pushing them, starting at the top and moving left to right, top to bottom. "I mean, this place has to be designed so that an idiot could run it, which is unfortunate I'm the one in here, then, given that I'm a GENIUS." As he says this, the generator hums into life, proving that, indeed, it is designed to be operable by an idiot.

Grinning a wide idiot's grin, he starts roaming the outskirts of the room, finding what resemble light switches the size of textbooks and pushing them up to reset the giant fuses beneath.

What in the world is that? ... How does she get one for herself? Can they be house trained?

There's a moment where Jacali just stares toward the Acklay, a profound need swelling within her soul, suddenly dry lips given a quick lick. "Say..." Her voice is heard through the comms. "I, uh... don't suppose anyone would mind if once this thing is dead, maybe I could have it?" A beat of pause, "... For science." She explains. Owing in part to the shakes her excitement is giving her, and in another part the reluctance to acquire this specimen dead, her pistolblasts go wide. It couldn't be because she had bad aim, no. It's completely on purpose.

Ban glances up and then back to Tarion as the alarm begins blaring. "Was that the desired result-" His inquiry is cut off as a gigantic acklay is drawn to the noise. "..Ah, I see." A large target draws a large volume of fire, and the gentleman-soldier adds his own blaster to the effort, striking the beast in the joint of a left foreleg with his first shot, missing with the second as it rears in pain. <<Is there a visual on any survivors?>>

Sajin watches the bigger beast come. "Well... okay then." So he does just about the only thing he can do. He shoots and moves toward the building

Ah. Well. Tharyn pauses for just a moment as the acklay comes roaring into view, tossing over the landscape as if it were made from papier-machie and chicken wire. He draws a deep breath, then does the least smart thing ever to most outside observers - Tharyn charges the creature. Taking a spare moment to call << Engaging! >> over the comms before using the system's eye-sensor controls to engage the armor's in-built jetpack and launch like a man-sized torpedo toward the insectile nightmare.

Made airborne, he drives a crackling, armored fist into one the creature's chitinous striking limbs, blazing and bursting alien tissues as he makes like a holo-serial action hero tackling the thing up close. This means, of course, that he's probably going to be eaten, and this will be his reward for boldness. Or idiocy. Six of one, half dozen of the other.

CHA-CHIINNNK! SNAP!

That's the sound of Aryn's spear immediately extending to its full length after being lifted from her belt in its collapsed state. She moves in just after Tharyn rockets into strike the beast, and the others shoot at it. The animal screams! Aryn thrusts the spear into its chest and is cast backward when the Acklay appends her spear and her frame free.

Landing harshly nearby, the armored doctor roles and rises back up. Her first instinct is to call her weapon back to her, but she does not. Instead, she picks it up and moves closer again. When the Acklay leans its head down to flash its teeth, Aryn shoves the spear through its mouth and out the back of its head with a decisive thrust. The weapon is withdrawn before the animal collapsed, and Aryn holds it to one side allowing the blue blood to slowly gloop and fall of its blade.

The power is back on in the park. Everyone (but Hadrix) piles into the speeder, and they depart, heading further into the park. The road is easy to follow, and after a few checkpoints, they make it to the main structures. About that time, the radio signal picks up, answering Ban's question.

<<"Hello.. is anyone on this net? This is Nali. I'm.. we're the survivors trapped in the visitor building. We'd come out, but there's two warring Gundarks out front that we've no intention of fighting. If you can take care of those, we can get out alright.">>

The Gundarks in question are wrestling each other. One has the body of a security guard waylaying the other with it. Blood and gore go everywhere as a result, despite the wielded human having no effect. Something is thrown at the speeder, bringing it to a stop but earning the attention of the two beasts.

Aryn jumps from the back and moves forward. "Everything we have.. let's pour into those Gundarks!"

Vandred leans out of the back for a moment before he gets out, and promptly raises up his blaster pistol.. And takes a pot shot at Gundark 1.

The shot goes entirely wide, and Vandred stares down at his blaster pistol for a moment - he then raises the pistol again, prepping for another bolt.

Thrusters cutting as he gets within range, Hadrix hits the ground at a hard walk, armor clattering and the carbine held in a pistol giving off the distinctive CHOOM CHOOM CHOOM report of an old E-11 blaster. He stalks towards the creatures, the HUD within his armor highlighting several points on its body as he joins others in pouring fire into the creature

David parks the speeder without all that much consent, again resuming his battle plan of staying behind in the cab with his rifle, laying in wait until the shooting and stabbing starts. When it does, he pulls the trigger. Just once, he's missed enough now to not waste ammo on poorly aimed shots, instead calming himself, waiting for the perfect shot, and then taking it. When he does, a bolt flies into the least fortunate Gundark's arm, at which point David receives the info on his visor. <"Gundark.">

What fresh hell is this?

Jacali looks between the warring Gundarks with a detatched sort of interest, her head tilting to the side in her open examination of the events that continue to unfold. She watches as the others fire everything they have into one of the creatures, a vague appreciation shivering lost and alone at the periphery of her self involvement. Her lips purse, her pistol lifting so that she might join in on the assault, squeezing the trigger only to watch it fire off to somewhere to the left of where it should have been. It is clear that the others are far more suited to this than she, unless you were to ask her.

Should you, she might tell you the tale of a great hero. A hero named Jacali. Most fair Jacali. Most valiant... You get the idea.

When she squeezes the trigger again, however, it finds its mark, providing the last nail in the proverbial coffin, bringing it crashing to the ground. She's more than vaguely surprised. That she didn't kill both of them with one shot, like the damned legend she is. "Is anyone hurt?" She questions over the comms.

Having won his epic battle with the generator, Tarion had emerged from the power relay building triumphant, with a cry of "I SAVED YOU" before piling into the speeder with a comment of "Don't kriffing get us all killed, flyboy," to David. When the commlink signal comes on, he sniffs at the message. "This Nali person sounds like a real pushover. Maybe they deserve to die if they won't fight to survive," he posits, checking his purse for a moment as they approach the visitor center.

He sees the two gundarks having some fun with somebody's some body, and sighs heavily to himself. "Well, I guess I'll save these folks too," he decides, jumping out of the speeder and walking towards the pair of Gundarks, opening fire as he goes without bothering to aim too much. "Hey! Hey you!" he yells at them. "Over here!" PEW PEW PEW. "I'm here to SAVE THIS-" he turns back towards the others. "What's this place called?"

Ban Iskender- after a discreet word with Doctor Cole- had spent their speeder trip reloading his pistol, before disembarking with haste to meet the charging Gundarks. A pair of blaster bolts slow the foremost beast, but do not stop it. He has elected to stop answering Tarion.

Sajin bust into the building, immediately opening fire on the biggest baddest thing facing them... Thats one of the Gundarks.

Traveling to the next location was spent with Tharyn double-checking his pistol scope, ensuring its calibration - checking over the weapon, making sure that everything works. And then they arrive, an there are frickin' gundarks beating each other with a corpse. Because that's what his life is like right now. Ah, well.

And there are survivors.

Tharyn leaps out of the speeder as the rest take up their firing positions, doing as he had with the acklay - charging ahead amid the wall of blaster fire, he squints to activate his jet unit as he nears the massive, burly creatures, only to be rewarded by the flashing alarm of 'IGNITION ERROR' in the corner of his field of vision. /Fine/, he thinks to himself, making tight fists and sheathing his insulated fists once more with electrical fields. /We'll do it the hard way, then./

The hard way involves him leaping up and driving his fists into the gundark's torso while the other is cut down with massed blaster fire; hands made into knives he practically gouges handholds in the thing's ribs and tries to climb him, because that's where the softer meat is. The electrifiable meat. Where they do the twitching when you hit it.

The Gundarks are massive, but it means little when the team it's up against is as well armed as this one. Blaster fire, heavy blaster fire, cuts down the leading Gundark, while the second arrives shortly after the other is dropped. It sustains blows from several party members, but targets a few in retaliation. Vandred and Jacali are both targeted when the gundark appends a bench seat and hurls it toward them, missing! Then Tarion, our story's hero, is struck with the corpse the Gundark holds in its other hand. Waylaid by it, Tarion goes flying backward to land nearby, breaking all the candy machines and spilling credit chits everywhere.

Vandred barely has a moment to avoid getting himself promptly abused by a Gundark. It's mostly instinct that takes over, and he ducks - and rolls - off to the side. Where he promptly uses the energy of the roll to bounce himself on to his feet. Up comes his blaster, and it fires on its default single-fire mode, kicking back.

"Oh. Candy.." Comes clipped through his comms, absently grabbing Vandred's sugar-driven attention.

Tarion learns real quick that if you mess with the Gundark, you get the ears, when a corpse and all its fun entrails slams into him, knocking him bodily into a row of vending machines. Candy, credit chits, and little exotic animal toys in plastoid bubbles shower down on him, and he looks up through the chaos. "Is this... heaven?"

But no, the adrenaline surge is over and the pain simulators in his artificial left arm pull him back to reality. "Ow. Ow ow ow." He tries to move his fingers, but they aren't working at the moment. "Kriffing... fine." Instead of holding onto the rifle, he just braces it on his forearm and aims back at the Gundark, and a burst of hot plasma goes sizzling through the air to smack into the creature's leg. "EAT IT! Figuratively."

Ban keeps up fire on the second gundark, but in and amongst his comrades as the beast is, what shots Ban can safely take fly amiss. <<"Keep the speeder running, the survivors will be ushered out once this foe is felled.">>

As Tarion goes sprawling off in the direction of the vending machine, Jacali can't help but flinch. She'd probably be quicker to act, but it seems the creature has decided she might be good to munch on. She deftly moves out of the way like the graceful night butterfly she is -- that is to say, she scoots under the swing just in time, makes some alarmed noises and fair boots it toward the wounded fellow, fumbling with her medpac all the way. "Nope. -Nope-!" She repeats this a number of times, and in the wake of this traumatic event begins administering aid -without asking-. Violation!

Sajin presses forward as the first Gundark goes down and the second takes a massive ammount of fire. Even as it gets an attack in on Tarion, the one who has the last say is The King of Drik. <<"Be gone you dasterdly creature!">> He shouts through his helmets vocorder, savaging it with three more bolts from his blaster. Even as the first that connects kill it, he continues to fire into the falling corpse.

As The smoke clears and theres nothing but smoke and dead bodies strung about the place, save for those who survived, Sajin twirls his blaster around his trigger finger and then reholsters it on his hip. <<"I think it's safe to go now,">> The King informs Ban.

It's a good thing that the gundark is such a massive thing compared to him; while he's busy trying to punch the monstrous, multi-armed thing to death, the creature catches a fresh wall of blaster fire that could well have shredded him as well. Happily, however, Tharyn is not tragically shot to death while in the throes of hand-to-had combat, and he's about to apply another shocking punch when the creature falls to the earth in a steaming tangle of limbs.

So there's that.

<< ....tango down, >> Tharyn reports, a little startled, then turns around to shrug at the rest. << I suppose, uh, that's it. >>

With the last Gundark gunned down, Aryn collapses her spear and hooks it back to her belt. From a separate location on her belt, Aryn raises the flare gun and fires a single red round high into the sky. It sails past the clouds and brings the arrival of several freighters. They begin to land as the survivors are ushered out. The mission is complete, and before too long, everyone leaves the park behind.

"There they go," Tarion murmurs as he lies amid the credit chits, watching the visitors being evacuated. "I saved 'em."

Then he starts picking them up.