Log:Rampancy
Rampancy
OOC Date: April 9, 2020
Location: Scarif
Participants: Kuolo, Vena, Vex, Grom, Sajin, Karys, Evie Leven, Hadrix Kora, Tara Sur, Narsai Ordo, Mujiji, Lozen, Barad, Sshylisk, Sumi Kora
The team of WARRIORS assembled by the huntress called Sumi Kora, has assembled upon the empty beach of a once battle torn paradise. They stood at the edge of a tropical jungle with the ambience of distant waves beating the shore. Avian creatures hovered high up in the skies, catching the heavy gusts of wind generated by the whispering trees.
It was not the paradise of the beach our heroes/villains were here for though. It was the scorched and rusted bunker deeper in the jungle marked only by the brown aging metals of its former glory. Out in the open, patrolling around with no current mission, hulking Imperial droids with large yellow glowing eyes marched in varied patrol patterns searching for allies. They were armed; some with melee weapons, some with ranged blasters.. indicative that something was amiss. Beyond this patrol, the bunker door is open, the corridor that led further underground dark with flickering lights.
Never let it be said that Narsai Ordo was one to knock back a call from a friend...or a chance to hit out at something Imperial. History was history, but there was still some little joy in helping dismantle things tied to the force that had once put so much effort into ensuring Mando'ade would be in no state to rise up. Checking her weapons one last time, the redhead Alor of Aliit Ordo moves with the gathering of mercenaries, Mandalorians and who knows what else. Her Beskar, still unpainted, gives off a faint glint in the tropical sun, but behind the T-visor of her helemt? The woman was frowning.
"I imagine that door isn't supposed to be open..." she muses softly. "Think someone else managed to slip in and set them off, or is this some sort of trap?"
Clad in the yellow trimmed and gun metal camo painted powerarmor, the colors of house Verrni, with a gray cape complimented by a yellow inseam to match, was Sajin Kovo Kah-Verrni; King of Drik. Now that we're done with run-on sentances, it was time to note that this handsome Hapan was currently at the back of the group. He had a bag of snacks, which he just finished, tilted back and over his opened visor. Shaking and shaking the crumbs into his open maw. He takes a keen look inside the bag with dreamy hazel eyes in order to make sure he's gotten all of the percious snacks. THen, crushing the bag, he tosses it (litters) right onto the beautiful beach of Scarif. The helmet's visor comes down and secures in place. Loud munching and lip smacking sounds echo out of his helm's speaker before he gives a thumbs up to the rest of the group. Gun hand hovers over the specialized grip on his DL-44.
~Well, This is an interesting situation...~ Tara shifts a bit, peering down the scope of her carbine as she gets a read on the situation. Bunch of droids, old Imperial bunker... Still on a knee next to Narsai, she gives her Mand'alor a nod. "<Maybe it jammed open when the AI killed everyone in there. I mean... I'm guessing it killed everyone in there."
The drolan armor lent to her is quite a different thing from the plated black of her vanguard set. Karys adjusts the collar a bit and shifts to pull free her Theed arms pistol from her side. That does not change the fact she still has several more strapped to her hips. Bright blue eyes assess the bunker at a distance though her attention shifts back to the droids that patrol the general area.
"Always best to consider a trap or that it will become one if we don't disable those droids first." She quiest though, turning her attention to the others.
"See, I could get used t'this. Wind through th'fur, sand between th'toes - we should stay awhile." The origins of the voice are perplexing, for they seem to come from Sumi herself - though in a grossly muffled, un-Sumi accent somewhere around the hip region. "We there yet, anyway?" It's coming from the Mandalorian's bag, which shifts and wiggles some as whatever - or whomever - moves inside. The bag-voice obviously isn't doing much reconnaissance of its own, stowed away as they are, enjoying the free ride. "Whossat? It go-time yet? Y'know you got live rounds in here? Someone say 'trap'?"
A hulking Houk, standing even larger in heavy armor, is speaking to his weapons. "Hurm. Grom *did* let Little Hissing Gun play last time, you are right. So it is NOT YOUR TURN," he informs a heavily modified carbine, returning it to a holster on his thigh, much like a smaller creature would wear a pistol. "Large Roaring Gun? Or Axe? ...Or sword. Or GROM'S BARE HANDS. Hurm." Glancing aside to Sajin, the Houk rumbles, "LITTLE KING. Do you remember which weapon Grom used before Little Hissing Gun?" His head cocks to one side at some overheard fragment of conversation. "Trap? SHOW GROM WHERE IS TRAP."
Ah. Scarif. This place was beautiful and oxygen filled. So that means a certain Chiss is GLOWING. Well, not from radiation, but, you get the picture. "Last time I was here there were more things on fire." Vena whispers to herself. She is a proverbial dinosaur when it comes to Chiss. She gives a bit of a frown at the open door, "Their programming has been changed from the old days." she tells the group. She wasn't sure about asking the droids WHO exactly had done this.
Evie wasn't a front-line fighter. Being in the thick of things was never really had been her style, as she's far preferred to deal with things from a distance. Preferably, the cockpit of a starfighter. When that wasn't available? The back row of the fight, with a blaster in hand. Speaking of which? It was time to put one of her newest through its paces, and what better way to do so than in service of her sister?
<< "Lot of targets out there. Not enough for them to stand a chance, though." >> Evie boasts confidently, pulling her blaster from its holster. << "Ready to start mowing them down on your mark, Vod." >>
<<"Caution.">> Hadrix's rumble crackles over comms, <<"Modified protocols.">> patting Karys on the shoulder as he walks with the gold plated bowcaster slung up on his shoulder, <<"Those droids shouldn't have weapons.">> the man looks towards the Chiss as she comes to the same conclusion, but his shoulders buck in soft laughter from Evie's comment, <<"Evie, Karys is here. She may join the family.">> What better time to let the clan know than impending battle? Gripper detaches from his back, engaging anti-gravs and bobbing after the big mando.
Vex, much like Evie, was not a front-line fighter. She hangs back, skulking as well as she can in an attempt to avoid notice until she can make her way into some ambush-friendly position to provide support where she's able. Most of her conversation has been with Slick, and it's not likely that anyone else understands their gutterscum shorthand -- it involves a lot of sifnals and obscure references that they've picked up over the years. It's like one big run on inside joke, but nobody's laughing. She listesn to the chatter of the others, but she doesn't interject. She's just here for possible pay.
Slick's head remains tilted upwards, staring at the avian creatures that flap and swoop in the air. Just beyond reach. No. He wasn't hungry enough to bother with a blaster shot yet. Instead, he gives a gutteral hiss of irritation as he tilts his head back forwards again, rolling his shoulders in his suit of bombman armour. He pauses, tapping at his wrist console a few times.
His head bobs to looking up ahead, before he gives a series of hissing noises. There's a possible mention of Mufkin, something something lekku, something something gag choke. He reaches down and taps his blaster pistol, before drawing it to inspect it.
Making a wide berth of the Imperial Facility, for now, came a white-robed figure. He was already known to more than a few of the Mercenaries that answered the Kora's call, but he was rarely a good sight. Why was Kuolo even here? Short footsteps carry him, robes swaying in the wind, to walk passed the assembled--Straight to the front line. Straight, as it happens, to the doorstep and side of Clan Ordo: Narsai. The polished ivory mask, however, gives nothing of salutation or greeting. He was here to make sure only Imperial relics were claimed by the scavengers.
Lozen remains behind and to to Hadrix's flank letting he and KArys move as they will and adjusting her position relative to them as small feet carefully pick her path along. She doesn't say anything but it's clear from the scanning motion of her head that the setting sets her ill at ease as well.
Now, Barad is not a small being, mind you. At least not by the common reckoning of things. But compared to Grom and Hadrix, well, yeah . . . He's not going to command much attention. Barad's big ole floopy brown ears flutter in the seaside breezes. He scans the paradisiacal landscape with his large and soft - brown dog - like eyes, and absently scratches the back of his leathery neck. What a . . . beautiful place! Seems . . . almost a shame. But the formula holds true once again: Follow around a group of Mando's and sooner or later you will find a worthy fight. And, despite the odds, in such events, sooner or later someone will get shot. Barad's here to prevent things from getting even worse after that. Barad *pat pat pats* the Medpac, checks his bandage packs, and the triage kit. After that, it's all about Waiting. "Hurry up, then Wait" of course being the modus operandi of all things military since time immemorial . . .
<"We are here, Moo. Plenty of kills for the both of us."> Sumi says, bringing up the rear of the group as one of the caped Mando'ade present. Her blue painted plating held a distinct color beneath the favorable light of Scarif's star.
Jutting her hip and chicken-winging her G8-Rifle, Sumi motions with her hand forward. <"Weapons out, team. Our path takes us through these malfunctioning automatons. Like the Commanders say, their programming has been changed and they carry weapons. Move as a team, and call out explosives if you're using them. Not looking to police call anyone's remains today."> Sumi's voice is loud and raspy, the tone of a woman who had spent more collective years than anyone present fighting and warring.
<"Take us in.">
The droids are alerted to the outsider presence and they have all begun to systematically alter direction in some of the most hulking, intimidating ways. Yellow optics settle on the group and never leave as their automaton bodies adjust to take aim and prepare for combat. A droid leader, marked by yellow on its arm, orders them into formation. "KILL THE ORGANICS. RIP FLESH FROM BONE!" Violent, for a droid...
25 droids move in unison to engage.
And like that, the assault begins. That's certainly what it felt like, Narsai hadn't been part of an offencive push like this against armed droids since the early days of the Revivers at her brother's command. With one little nod to Kuolo as he approached, clearly having a little more 'polite greeting' in her out of habbit than the white-masked man, she began to move. The chunky W-35 pistol was lifted in her right hand, raised and gripped firmly as she fired off a quick pair of bolts. The first? It hits hard, the sheer force knocking the droid down and out of the path of the second. Not destroyed, but it clearly 'felt' that one as much as a droid could!
<<"I THINK IT WAS YOUR AXE LAST TIME.">> Shouts the Kind of Drik to his Houk friend. Perhaps he helped him in making up his mind, alas... Sajin knew one thing... It always came down the Mr. Axe in the end. As the word is given, servos whine and gears move as the powerarmored Hapan begins to chug forward. He reaches for his pistol, drawing it quickly and aiming towards one of the machines, thre quicks squeezes of the trigger and the loudest report echos. One of the crimson bolts hit, the two first ones from a cold barrel, missing and slamming into bunker wall.
"<Oya!>" Tara nestles the wroshyr stock of her EE-3 into her shoulder, lines up the scope's reticle on the head of one of the lead droids, and squeezes the trigger twice. Her carbine barks, and the double tap punches straight through the machine's torso. It goes down, leaking coolant and lubricants everywhere.
An upnod is given to Hadrix as her shoulder is touched and she glances to Evie. "A hope," she remarks and considers those targets ahead. Moving and armed targets no matter if they are living or mechanical. Karys adjusts the Theed-arms pistol in hand and as the shots are taken she aims down her barrel and aims for one that is already smoking after a few bolts have flown through the air. Strategic focused fire is taken - old habit as she stands her her ex-vanguard members.
Two shots clip and down one of the droids and she gives an appreciative nod of her head at Sajin.
"Mmmm... Shoulda stocked up on some ion grenades - ah, dinnae matter..." The voice in Sumi's bag is talking to itself, shifting and wiggling Oh, are things kicking off? They're kicking off. "Sounds good, Mando!" Mujiji answers from Sumi's bag, one tiny, white paw wiggling free of it, lifting the edge of the bag enough to peek out. Should she call it? No, better to wait for the best opportunity - it's the curse of the small: it only takes one good hit to take her out, after all. What was it that felled her at the prison? A grav ball? No, Mujiji isn't part of the first strike - she's part of the demolitions team.
But that hardly means that the murderous Kushiban can't enjoy the smell and sounds of the all-out assault - why else would she be hitchhiking with Mandalorians? It's one helluva mid-life crisis for a being standing less than two feet high.
Vex is silent as she lines up her shot, prepping all that's necessary to make her new bowcaster hit what she's aiming at. It charges, a soft hum, a vibrant glow, a steady hand...
And a complete miss.
There's a moment of silence from the Falleen woman as she looks on through the sight mounted on that exotic weapon. A slow breath is taken in as the bowcaster is lowered, before her voice crackles over the comms, <<"SLICK! WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT GETTING YOUR GROSS LIZARD HANDS ON MY STUFF?!">> Sharp breath taken in, <<"You've ruined everything!">> She laments, even as she's preparing for her next shot.
"WHAT? AXE'S TURN?" Grom bellows, only half paying attention to Sajin's answer. He had carried a vibro-axe with its handle shoved through the back of his belt, like a hatchet, and pulls it loose, while looking sharply around for this supposed trap. He sees the two dozen droids, "It is not much of a trap, they are simply standing there- but what if there are MORE Grom does not see? THAT could be a worthy trap! YES," the dim witted alien booms, trunklike legs lurching him forward in a surprisingly swift dash straight at the largest concentration of war droids. Axe humming to life drawn far back over his head as he charges, the warrior roars, "TRAAAAAAAAAAAAAP."
Vena gives a look down the hall, looking at the droids, "What in the galaxy is going on." she mutters to herself. Then she's looking for ways to maybe help out with the droids. Then there's a headshake, "No, we're going to need to get closer." she sighs.
There's a grin under Evie's blue helmet. << "Then it sounds like she's going to get a heck of a welcome to our way of life, doesn't it?" >> And then, the command from Sumi is given. She charges forward, moving into one of the cover spots suggested by Vena, before swinging her arm around a bit wildly and firing off a trio of bolts. Once, twice, three times she misses. But at least she's in relative cover!
Even with Evie speaking to him, it's in his head... <"No bata tu tu, muni, muni"> "Really?"
<"No bata tu tu, muni, muni"> Hadrix's response is succinct. The damn song is in his head. Spacing damned Col... Hadrix is looking between the others, the bellowing Grom, the chiss, Sajin drawing a pistol instead of the bowcaster he usually sees the man wielding. Doesn't make sense.
<<"Engaging hostiles.">> the tune can be heard in the background, inside his helmet. But he raises the plated bowcaster, sighting with aid of his AR display and a blazing is star is born, wrapped around durasteel bolt, streaking across the distance and incinerates a droid in a hurricane of discharged plasma and melting metal composites.
The white-robed individual moved onward after spotting Narsai's nod. He seemed disinterested in blaster-fire or Droids, and wades forward as blaster-fire erupts around him. He wasn't weaponless, however, as a red glow sprouts from a black-hilted lightsaber in his hand. Aneusana's lightsaber gave off a misty kind of aura in the jungle, as the rimed hilt meets with the fetid heat. And out of it, the crimson blade of a lightsaber.
Slick's head turns to look down at Vex. It tilts to the side as her angry voice comes crackling over the comms, and he sniffs once. There's an obvious internal debate here where he's considering how to respond to this. <<"Ssssorry, Bosssslady. I jusssst wanted to clean it.">>
He watches as the Droids come marching, and raises his arm. His Defender is missing it's trigger guard, and he pulls the trigger once. His arm bends from the kick of the modified blaster, before he lowers his arm and pulls the trigger again. The first bolt kicks one of the droids off it's feet, before the second causes a momentary stumble -- but it keeps going. <<"They're getting clossser bossslady. Time to take cover.">>
Lozen lifts a rifle that is VERY nearly the height of the tiny Echani herself. She braces it and fires in an assured motion before she resumes trotting, butt braced against her shoulder as her feet pad-pad-thump one over the other across the sand.
Barad crouches down to nearly all fours as the robots attack. And so, it begins . . . scooting forward with long loping strides, Barad takes COVER behind something sturdy -- one of the tropical trees, here, perhaps? -- Barad maintains a clear line - of - sight back down the column, so that he can rush to the aid of any who get injured . . . and while he's keeping an eye out, might as well look around in all four directions to see if he can SPOT anything important. Being flanked is always . . . unpleasant. Barad ducks down instinctively as something rushes past, moving -fast-. Barad observes, with shaggy ears folded back in surprise, as the robed figure from the party zooms forward and ignites a bright red energy blade!
The battle has stretched to a full-force skirmish. Those who favor melee charge to meet the droids while those who favor the distance take the heed from the experienced members of the team to find cover. Blaster fire erupts, with criss-crossing bolts of bright over-charged and flash-frozen tibanna gas that scorches the ground or trees when it misses, and slams into its targets when it connects!
Sumi is one such unlucky recipient of a blaster bolt that catches her low in the tummy. The impact was what caused damage, and the Mando stutter-stepped backward, spitting up blood beneath her helmet and laughing at the sudden pain for a lack of anything else to do. Sumi took a knee for a second, negligently discharging her rifle into the tree near her as a result of flinching from the pain. <"GOT damn E-11 rifles stings like a BANTHA WHORE. REKK!"> The Mando is back up.
NINETEEN DROIDS REMAIN, and of those wounded, the ONE rises back up from the ground to engage once more.
Heavy blaster pistol firing, Narsai is still making her advance. Her next two shots go wide, but the Mandalorian still manages to weave and dance between the return wall of fire coming their way. There were still an awful lot of blaster bolts though, and the sounds of others getting hit doesn't escape the notice of the woman who frown and picks up her pace.
She was trying to get into melee distance!
Of course, Kuolo's lightsaber igniting was fairly noticable, but Narsai didn't so much as glance back at it!
Sajin slides to the side as a stray bolt form and E-11 zips past. His cape flutters around, revealing the rest of the large Ryyk blade that rests strapped across his back. His armored boot pushes up some of the sand, allowing for a bit more stability to his shooting, turning the rest of his body, his DL-44 twirls around his trigger finger before leveling on the Droid who shot him. There is barely a moment before two crimson bolts blast forth in quick succession from the heavy pistol and slam into the droid. Sparks and smoke fly, sending the thing to the ground, and out of the fight. His third bolt was either off its aim because of recoil from the powerful pistol... or he dropped that droid so quick it zipped passed the machine as it fell to the ground. It was a close miss and hard to tell.
The droids start to close in, and Tara swings the carbine around and slots it back into the maglock on her backplate. She draws twin pistols from thigh holsters, and opens up. The two lighter bolts go wide, but the big one from the Sentinel knocks a droid to the ground. Not disabled, but heavily damaged. And then the saber kicks on. "<<Nobody told me we brought a jetii!>>"
The return fire sees no luck for Karys and one bolt slams into the ceter of her torso. It staggers her back a step or two as her other hand reaches down to pull ou the fifty four. Its lofted but the central damage down to her chest creates tension across her arms as she grits her teeth. Her focus off all three shots, one from the fifty four and two from the Theed arms go wide without full focus. She hisses through her teeth and breathes out slowly as others manage to down a few, thankfully.
"You get shot? Don't die, I don't wanna walk back on my own four le- is that a lightsaber?!" Mujiji finally pops more fully out of the bag, a full head and shoulders free to the outside world. "Oh, it's red - that's bad, ain't it? Reds are th'evil ones right?" There's a pause before she grins. "Good."
Long ears flapping with her carrier's motion, Mujiji cuts her gaze up at the warrior all around her, eyeing the droids - the way that some hang just a bit too close together. "I'mma blow somethin' up, now." She ducks away again, her attack precluded by a soft 'click' and series of rapid beeps which are still - alarmingly - inside the bag, before the kushiban re-surfaces. "BOMBS AWAY - TAKE COVAAAAAH!" She shouts, chucking the frag grenade with all of her tiny might, hanging half out of the bag and laughing uproariously. "Ahahahaha - ya see that? Ya see it?" She's shouting - partly because of the din of battle, and partly because those large ears are sensitive and ringing.
Grom says, "-TRAAAAAAAAAAAP," Grom continues bellowing as he closes on the squad of old droids. The big idiot barely seems to notice when he is struck in the breastplate by a blaster bolt, except that he draws a fresh breath to resume yelling. "Aaaaaaand NOW THE TRAP IS SPRUNG. The Mighty Grom is upon you!" he informs the clockwork combatants helpfully, in the instant before bringing his upraised axe crashing down on the first droid within reach, at roughly the same moment a grenade detonates. "BAAAH. METAL FOES. Did you hear Grom's warning? Can you hear Grom now? IS GROM SPEAKING OUT LOUD, OR IN THE GROM-HEAD?""
Vena gives a look to the right and then the left before she goes rushing forward towards one of the droids, "Alright, you guys are out of your tiny coded minds." she grunts at them as she swings. Grom's yelling makes her look to the side, "YOUR SCREAMING AT US ALL!" she bellows back. Apparently not afraid to do so.
The ever-talkative Evie decides she's going to try her hand at rallying the troops. Make sure that the group can stay alive, especially since her first volley of shots missed. << "We're making good progress, people. Don't make any stupid mistakes, make sure you're in cover before taking your shot -- or just tough enough to walk through the blaster bolts, anyways." >> A pause. << "You know what? Just /try not to die!/" >>
Sometimes, simple orders are the best orders. Even the least... articulate among the group should understand 'try not to die'. Hopefully they'll follow those commands!
Blaster fire in all directions and he feels like he did on his first battlefield, at 11. When he made his first kill in the training arena when he was barely nine. Vibrant energy is in Hadrix now as he stalks forward. The song is lost and he is unaware of the blaster bolt bouncing off of the beskar iron helmet and shooting off into the sky, the bolt that scores his cuirass black over his heart, or the bolt that riffles the black cape billowing out behind him as he moves from cover point to cover point, drawing back the line of the bowcaster,
<"Par'te Mando'ade te'haat'kyr kyr'am. Te'Mando'ade nayc'chaab kyr'am, Par'ibac takisit oya'la."> a bolt locks into position and the hiss of tibanna gas being pumped into the chamber and pressurizing sounds around him, <"Te'Mando'ade kar'taylir val nu'liser shukalar buruk, a'par buruk'ika val'liser mav'ashie teh chaab">
The bowcaster roars and one of the droid stalks forward a meter, two, gone from the mid-abdomen up. It's third meter it spills forward, belching smoke and ruin from the shambles of what was once its body.
It has been a doozy of a day.
For Vex, it doesn't seem like it's going to get any better.
The Falleen takes a moment to rub at her injured thigh, assuming that Slick cannot see her do this, and thus will not fly into a rage and start trying to bite the droids in some unhinged attempt at getting revenge for the wound she has suffered ... at her own hand... many days ago. But, hey, when you stab a vibroshank into your thigh, it can take a while to get better. After she's done giving a bit of a massage to the tender muscles there, she raises her bowcaster again and gets ready for her ACE SHOT. Once again, it hums, it glows, it threatens the world with what massive impact it's known to pack in every bolt. She lets out a slow breath, she pulls the trigger, she ...
... SON OF A BASTARD!
Her head jerks to one side to glare icy daggers in Slick's direction, even as he moves to take those shots on her behalf. No. No, the look she's giving him right now is far more deadly than anything those droids have. <<"You have -one more chance-, Slick! Then it's back to the ship, and I don't think I need to tell you what's going to happen when we get there!">>
Kuolo was quick to close the gap with a leaping stab. The follow-through slices the Droid in two, but as Kuolo's feet touch the ground again a bit of mud catches his landing. A second attack goes just out of range as he falls slightly out of range. As he flows through another attack to a reset position, the droid that was in his range moved with a quick jolt. A meaningless slice simply shaves off a section of metal, doing no lasting damage to the droid.
Now that there's combat, Vex is quite right that Slick is looking towards the droids, with little attention paid elsewhere. He steps forwards and stands with his feet shoulder length apart and braced.
The first bolt in the mass of blaster bolts that come flying towards himself and Vex impacts on his left thigh, jerking it off to the side. Then his right shoulder suffers a similar impact -- the energy being sapped from the bolts by the thick plates of armour he's covered himself in before he starts to straighten himself upright.
He extends his right arm and begins shooting back - his aim thrown off by the dull throbbing ache in his shoulder. Of course, then there's angry comms chatter from Vex, and that dull ringing in his senses from the grenade. His speech is a growled thing from between clenched teeth. <<"Sssssorry, Bossslady. I'll pay to have it sssserviced when we get home. Jussst keep shooting passt me.">>
Lozen keeps just to Hadrix's rear flank, legs trotting double time to keep up so when he takes out one-she takes out the one right behind it-tearing holes through Droid defenses in an efficient one-two punch, <<"My Heart, There are not words for how attractive you look when you fire your 'caster.">>
Barad bounds along, dodging the blasterfire, loping toward the group's worst injured. The work of a moment later, Barad's binding up Karys' wounds. Not too bad!
<"Red is bad, yeah. Ugh."> Sumi says stumbling a step and firing off another poorly aimed shot, blinded by the pain in her side. The battle is kicking up all around the group as missed shots blast sand and dirt up in the air or blast the bark of the leaning star-trees. It all just sounds like blasters going off, with the occasional WHOMMMPH of a hungry sound lightsaber blade before a ear ringing blast goes off marking Sumi, and her travel companion and murder rabbit, Mujiji near a looming tower of dust, smoke, and debris.
That BOOM was a grenade, and Sumi stumbled a few steps to the side as the battle field began to rain down bits of dirt and small rocks. Sumi had a single rock PING off her shoulder and smaller ones off her helm as she giggled from the explosion. <"Hehehehehehe--hahhaha.-- I SAW IT.. I SAW IT!"> She congratulates the murderous rodent while moving toward cover.
The field of battle is slimming down with Imperial droids losing in favor of the squad of ultimate badasses. Several still remain.
It probably took a madwoman to attack something made of metal with a blade, especially when that blade wasn't made of glowing plasma. A madwoman, or perhaps a Mandalorian. With gaps blasted in their armor, two of the droids are suddenly set uppon by the beskar-plated blur that was the Ordo woman. Holstering her W-35 in a smooth motion, the redhead pulled her Beskad from the small of her back, bringing the shorter weapon to bear and sinking it into the droid. Swift strikes and stabs into components as she weaved between them leave sparks and shattered circuts in their wake, but the young woman moves back breathing a little harder before she glances back over towards Sumi's comments.
<<“C'mon Sumi Kora, you're not dying -outside- any place you're trying to breach!">>
Sajin uses the explosion as a moment of distraction to duck away from three bolts aimed at where he was previously standing. Only moments later does he rise to his full height and level his blaster at another one of the automations. Three quicks shots, and two of the red bolts connect. More smoke and sparks as the energy bolts burn large holes into the black droids chest, sending it flying back and falling into the said where it'll likely lay until the tide rises and washes it away.
<<"Oya Manda! Oya!">> Tara continues to blaze away into the group, blasting one of the downed droids into shrapnel. <<"Kandosi, Ner vod!">> Narsai's attack gets a particularly appreciative look, and a yell of support. <<"We can do this, just a few more!">>
Karys' chest is still smoking and that, for most species is not normal. Barad's appearance at her side causes her to pause and the woman gives him a long look as she lowers to a knee to allow him to tend the wound. Her voice is oddly calm and even though the tension from pain is there. She glances up past him at the incoming remnants of the droids and readies herself for when she is able to shoot once more. A brief glance to others and once her wound is as much settled as it can be she nods at the combat medic. "My thanks," is offered as she remains upon her knee to keep herself steady for her shots.
Ducking back into the bag to avoid the spray of rock, dirt, and debris, the Kora's rented demolitions-expert continues to laugh. This is fun - she's having fun. "I'mma get a better vantage!" The kushiban announces before freeing herself totally from the safety of the bag, instead clinging to the strap with one hand, while her hind feet firmly clench the fabric to steady herself.
Mujiji looks like a horribly furry version of every dramatic pirate holovid, hanging from the side of her vessel. Which... In this case? Is a Mandalorian and their bag. "TAKE COVAAAAAAAH!" She screams again, and chucks a second frag grenade into the (not nearest - because bomb) concentration of droids. "Oh kriff, didn't know we had that many running melee - maybe bombs aren't th'best idea." She pauses, shrugs, and prepares a third.
Someone was trying to answer him, but Grom's heart my is clearly not quite up to a conversation. "...WHAT? WHAT IS MAMMAL SAYING?" Only then does he realize the droids are attacking is fellows and *not* him. The Houk's yellow eyes narrow. "...How DARE stupid droid foes ignore Grom! GROM IS THE MOST DANGEROUS." To illustrate, the irate axeman hews off the head and one shoulder of a battle droid. "FEAR the Mighty King Grom, stupid droid foes!" he advises, blithely unaware that a lightsaber is being swung around, out of his field of vision. He *does* notice a murderous Mujiji, prompting abroad toothy smile and cheerful point. "TINY FLYING EYE-CLAWER."
Vena doesn't take the moment to go for tactical again, she's just trying to take down as many as they can before something murders all of them. She barely skates by from the shots taken and then she's jumping the first she comes across after she moves a little. Then Grom is bellowing again, "SHOVE A BOOT IN IT!" she yells back with a laugh.
The rote action of loading, prepping, breathing, it all happens again as Vex prepares to attack one final time.
Ktcheww... or whatever noise a bowcaster makes.
It does, however, miss again.
Behind the protection of her helmet, her cybernetic eyes glow with a molten fury, and a dark tongue slinks out to wet suddenly rage-dried lips. She sucks in a breath through her nose, sharp and audible. <"... look... what you... have done..."> For the first time, there is an actual malice to her low tone as it comes over the comms; raspy, venomous in the promise it's begining to form. Her gloved digits begin to rub against each other, her bowcaster being lowered in the other hand as she does her level best to calm what's building within her. <<"You're embarassing me, Slick. Even the old woman with a butterknife...">> It trails off, her breath filling the void left by her sudden silence. <<"Doing a splendid job, team!">> Her voice is suddenly chipper. Too chipper. The others can begin to mourn that poor lizardman in the massive amounts of armour, because it's clear she's just lost the plot.
A wide-sweeping arm tries to catch Kuolo in its grasp, but the nimble, lightsaber-wielding Force user rolls forward. As he rises, a wide arc splits one of the droids from chest to head. A disarming kind of attack follows through to the swinging droid, before a small acrobatic leap brings Kuolo, dangerously, at the droid's rear. For only a moment, the droid is speared on the end of the lightsaber, as Kuolo comes to rest on his feet. Then, with a shower of sparks around them, the blade rises and splits the droid. A flourish follows, before Kuolo appropriates his next target in a defensive posture.
<<"They're having trouble keeping up with so many targets, I don't think they can figure out who to shoot at, keep moving and you're going to confuse their logic processors." >> Evie barks out, staying in her relative cover. It might be all the stories that she's heard from her parents of how things worked in Imperial times, but she's catching onto something and because of that, the Kuati's words are proving a lot more effective than her blaster's bolts. Gotta stick to what works, right?
<<"Ssssorry, Bossslady. Musssst have left it missssaligned.">>
Slick responds as he keeps his arm pointed outwards. His arm jerks once, then twice in rapid succession as he lets out two blaster bolts, both of them crashing into one droid. One in the torso, one in the head. Sparks fly before it crashes to the ground in a crumpled heap.
He shifts his posture, offering more of his shoulder and left arm towards the ongoing melee and blaster fight - better that than in the torso a few more times.
<"Val payt'oyayc mar'eyir vercopaanir o'r'val ijaat'kyr'am. Val'tion'ad partaylir rejorhaa'ir be'val'mandokar, be'tion?tuur te'ca?nara olaror; val'epan ba'dinuir'an. "> Hadrix continues to plod forward until a blaster bolt slams into his bracing arm, twisting him off course. Molten durasteel running down from the small impact crater. There's pain, burning - luckily the armor took the most of the hit.
<"Same reason I gave you, Viera, dear heart."> speaking through gritted teeth, as he lifts the bowcaster, looking to Karys, T-visor focusing on her, <Karys! Are you alright?"> growling before he look back to and fires again, <"Gehat'ike oyacyir'bat. Shi'Mando'ade olaror lo'eyn'gev.">. The offending droid struck and driven back like a dancer at a... tropical... back bending dance, the bolt carving a trench from 'belly' to head before it keels over.
Lozen sucks in a deep breath as Hadrix is injured, <<"MY Heart, do you need me to take point for a minute?" She steps alongside him but not infront of him as she braces her rear foot a bit on shifting sands and blows another droid away before swiftly checking the charge.
Barad finishes patching up Karys, and helps Karys to get back into action, offering a sturdy armored shoulder toward the sound of the incipient booming. Barad pauses to dodge an extremely poorly-aimed blaster bolt, and looks about in case there are others? Whereupon: Barad's eyes are somehow naturally drawn to the tiny grenade - throwing murderbunny situated at the epicenter of all of the fragmentary explodeyness. Through the arising of some long - lost dormant recessive genetic inclination, Barad's brain struggles to cope with what his eyes declaim. Rabbits don't -do- that, argue Barad's ancestral memories. Frack-yeah they -do- argue back Barad's eyes.
The battle has slowed to a few spartan shots fired in anger, which is Sumi's case, as the wayward incendiary round ignites a nearby tree and causes it to topple over. Though upon the tree's impact, another grenade goes off, as if accentuating the SONIC-BOOM of the tree's inevitable fall to gravity.
A LARGE tower of terra-firma spill over the field once more as two droids caught in the kill-radius of 5m, blast off to the side smoking with bits of fragmented and steaming shrapnel sticking out of the chassis. It's glorious.
In the ringing moments of odd silence as the EYE of this droid storm passes, the BUNKER EXPLODES upward, splitting down the center and sending rusting bits of metallic debris in each direction as a mechanically engineered AT-ST diddy-bops (some how) out of the remnants of the old vault.
Massive and worth is this foe, whose cannons cycle with a mechanical whine, priming and charging in the same instance. Window ports for operators have been changed to screens of RED looking RAGE eyes as the massive walker gangster steps over the crowd and turns its head to acquire a target for OBLITERATION.
Dirt and sand cascade where ever its massive foot steps, and the remaining droids who had fought the outsiders, now latch onto the legs, two on each, to provide small arms fire in tandem with the massive cannons.
Sumi looks up from her place of cover and falls back slightly, laughing hysterically. <"HOLY REKK! LOOK AT THAT MASTERPIECE! AUTONOMOUS WALKER! REKK ME RUNNING HAHAHA! BRING IT DOWN!">
The walker responded in kind. "YOU'LL FIND I'M NOT SO EASILY DESTROYED, WEAK ORGANIC REBEL SCUM!"
Holy Drek. An AT-ST. How long it had been! Spotting the weapons swivelling, Narsai's beskad is hastily sheathed and instead she flicks the release in her gauntlet, propelling the beskar hilt of her hidden weapon into her grasp. Her form tenses, her legs coil and she makes to spring into the air with the igniting of her lightsaber and jump-pack in tandem...only the latter doesn't ignite, leaving the Ordo girl to do a weird sort of 'hop' when her lightsaber ignites.
<<"Piece of~">> she begins before her comlink cuts off the annoyied salvo, leaving the woman to twist and sweep her weapon through the pair of thus-far uninjured droids. A squeel of plasma through durasteel later and two smoking wrecks stand as monument to mechanical frustrations.
Sajin ducks as the bunker explodes outwards and the large Mech rises and shouts at them. <<"What the kriff?">> The Hapan says to himself, slightly flabbergasted. There is a moment as he stares at the monstrosity before putting his pistol away, slidding it quickly back into the holster on his right thigh. <<"GROM!">> His hands find the fanny puch that's around his waist, grabbing it, and sliding forwards to the front. Nimbly his fingers unzipp it and reach inside, searching. <<"I'M GRABBING MY BALLS!">> He produces a Thermal Detonator, pressing the button to activate it. <<"EVERYONE, MY BALLS ARE OUT">> Behold, the Drikish Royal Boom Balls...
...Welp, that's a big walker. Tara fires her Sentinel and misses, and the DL-30 simply buzzes, grip vibrating with the low power alert. <<"Reloading! Cover me!">> Diving into the nearest cover, swapping out the cell in the DL-30 with swift expertise. She cheers over the radio agan as Narsai draws her blade, getting ready to provide more fire support.
Now that she's patched to some degree, Karys is lifting the heavy hitter and letting a volley go. It goes wide and with it comes a curse from the gunslinger. Growling below her breath she glances briefly from the corner of her eye at Hadrix. "I am well enough. Remember when I lost my arm? This is not that time." Even as she speaks two more rounds go off and as she lets the last go that thermal is thrown and her eyes go wide. "Kriffing hell!" She declares and starts to prep for bracing when the thing blows. "I think that whatever his face is is covering everyone."
For a long moment, all Mujiji is able to do is stare at the thing... It's... "Perfect." She finally breathes, tiny fist tap-tap-tapping at Sumi's shoulder before it waves at whomever else is there, looking. "Are you lot seein' this? Are ya seein'? How does that even - frag m'fluffy ass that's magnificent." She fusses with her belt before dropping back into Sumi's bag. "Different approach, different approach - WHY AM I OUTTA ION GRE- no, is /fine/, is fine - I have... Oh?" She pauses in there before re-emerging with a wide grin. "Let's say we slow it down a tick, eh?" She suggests, holding an adhesive grenade aloft and giving it a taunting wiggle.
"HOI!" The murder-rabbit shouts, activating the weapon and winding back a throw. "NOT SO FAST! Gettit? Didja gettit? I said 'not so - oh krif!" She remembers to fling it as the beeping intensifies - which... Doesn't do anyone much good, as it detonates sticky, goopy, grime prematurely, nowhere near the AI. She chocks it up to some dude screaming about his balls.
Grom peers back at Vena, puzzled. "SHOW-BOAT IT? Grom fails to see how that will help, but VERY WELL." The Houk attempts to flip and catch his axe, fumbling the effort rather badly and bumbling for a good grip on the pitted and notched weapon as the earth shakes and a new menace is revealed. "....withy foe. WORTHY FOE," Grom shouts, excited, before the automaton's challenge drives the smile from his Grom-face. "You DARE CALL GROM WEAK?? RAAAAAAUGH," as he *flings* himself at one of the walker's legs, trying to chop and/or bite through solid durasteel. Rar-nom-nom.
Vena looks at the walker that comes out, "Well...kriff." the tall Chiss states. A warrior may retreat...and at this point it was the best option. But Grom is distracting her, "DO...NO, YOUR MAJESTY!" she shouts. "Are his ears PAINTED ON?!" she looks to the others as she starts to point out how to get the hell out of there. "We do not want to be in the blast radius." she states.
A tactical retreat? Evie's never heard of such a thing. Advancing to the rear, however? That's a tactic that the Kuati woman can get behind, for sure. Scrambling away from the walker, she also focuses her attention on changing the mode of her weapon to something more... appropriate for the moment. Big target like that /deserves/ some burst fire!
<"I'll be ok, Lo. Minor inj-AH... Frell... Rekk... Shab... Stang!" looking up at that thing, <"I shoulda brought mine!"> Hadrix rumbles while Gripper gets behind him, drawing back and firing the bowcaster once more, this time aiming for the massive modified walker. Watching it flatten and do little more than damage paint.
<"Shab..."> moving up still, cocking the action of the caster to prepare for another shot.
Grenades were going off around the walker. He'd seen a few of them over his time, and beneath the ivory mask a scowl formed as he was prevented from getting closer. The crimson blade of the lightsaber rises and falls in an arc in front of him as debris is disintigrated by the plasma blade. At the wrist, the blade spins aside and kuolo reaches out with his left hand. Anger and Darkness well from within Lord Kuolo as the hand reaches outward. Red tendrils of electricity fire from Kuolo's fingertips, arcing across the side of the walker in a dramatic dance of energy. Around Kuolo, the smell of ozone begins to permiate as it is literally burned around him. Thick, jagged carbon-scoring forms in lines along the walker's side, scarring the concentrated Darkness Kuolo carved into it with. 'Bad', indeed.
Lozen swings around and fires a shot and it goes wide. She gives a soft frustrated huff and retreats a few steps, turning to look over her shoulder to see how Hadrix is doing and guage how he reacts to this new threat-He being the more seasoned on the two.
Barad 's toothy lower jaw drops as he beholds the metal monster. Well, that's beyond the reach of any scapel to deal with, that's for sure. Hm. There will need to be A Plan, he thinks. To buy time, Barad scoots around behind the thing, searching for hatches or doors or wires. Hm. This is bad, he thinks.
<"I see it!"> Sumi says to her travel companion as she begins to take a step back, then another. It may not have been heard over all the chaos on the field, but Sumi's rocketpack did not fire off like it should have. Hearing the sputtering told Sumi the goddamn thing needed to be primed and warmed up, so they were stuck on the ground. <"Hang on..!" Ducking behind a tree, Sumi moved to its other side and fired her blaster. One miss, one hit, and another miss! <"I can't bring myself to destroy it! Hahaha!">
<"GROM... BOOOOOM BALL-- LOOK OUUUUUUUUUUT!"> Screams Sumi's slow-mo voice as she points toward Tiny Mammal King.
The walker is moving around them with HEAVY steps. It spots Sajin as a result of Sumi pointing at him and fires its cannons. Dirt, sand, rock, and whatever else was beneath the ground showered the man with debris as it missed.. SOME HOW. The sounds of its CANNON BLASTS were loud!
Somewhere, the idle thought crosses Narsai's mind as she cycles her rocket pack. All those Jedi and Sith out there, but was the Mandalorian one of the first pioneers of jetpack plasma-sword use? It'd be something to ponder later when there wasn't Droid-controlled death machine firing at them!
The storm of weapon fire and explosives was dramatic, but that sudden surge of force-lightning? That was...something else.
It actually throws Narsai off her first swing for a moment before she twists, banks and slashes hard at the droid's reinforced structure.
Cut a few weapons off? It'll just become a box on legs!
Without any further warning, Sajin tosses the Thermal Detonator. The beeping getting closer and closer together as it sores through the sky and over the heads of the others. THERE IS AN EXPLOSION! The King of Drik looks away from the flash, raising his now empty hands to shield him from the brightness of the blast's initial blast. If it weren't for his armor, he'd likely feel the massive ammount of heat too. Turning back, he looks to the small mushroom cloud... and the mech who looked miraculously unharmed. THe Thermal had landed just short, detonating on a rock and against the strongest part of the mechs armor. <<"CURSE YOU!">> The King Shouts, his gauntlets forming into fists and the suddenly sparking with electricity. Take a page out of the Sith's book on this one...
Tara gapes inside her helmet at the force lightning. But then grenades go flying, and one of them's going wide. A few eyeflicks bring her HUD into flight mode, and she launches herself back and clear of the blastwave, pumping a few rounds into the walker as she does. <<"Danger close! Watch it!">>
That explosion is enough to make teeth chatter and shake one's brain in their skull. Trying to line up her shots, Karys has to spread her feet wide. Its hard to note where everyone else is currently but she's got a large target and that is what she aims for. One hand with the D5 and the other with the Theed arms she lets loose several shots and one strikes. "Kriffing time!" She declares as she starts to eject one power cell so she can reload so she might fire again on the platform. "Give it hell!" she declares, glancing over at that seering red color that is brought with the masked figure. A shiver runs up her spine.
Mujiji is rearing to throw another adhesive grenade, but stops as the light show bursts free from their wizard friend. "Oh woah." The kushiban blinks, sinking almost imperceptibly further into Sumi's bag. "Remind me not t'piss that guy off, yeah?" She mutters, shaking her head with the flop of over-long ears and steadying herself as Sumi maneuvers - if she's disappointed at their lack of rocketeering, she doesn't show it.
But she does say it.
"Why ain't we flyin' yet, huh? That'uns flyin' we - ah, kriff - " And then the world explodes, the force and confusion of the blast wrenching her free of the bag with an aggravated squeak. Luckily, the little logomorph is squirrely (shut up), and twists about in the air, managing to catch back onto it and stay on top of the bag.
"Okay, trying this again!" The kushiban pants after she's collected herself, hurtling another goopy adhesive grenade in... Entirely the wrong direction. Is there supposed to be two of everything? How close /was/ that detonation, anyway?
Vena doesn't really know what to do for a moment, people are going backwards and there's people going towards the blasts. Well, this was awkward. Then there's lightning and the hair on the back of the Chiss' neck stands straight up, her shoulders stiffening as she knows exactly what that is. "At least time it's not aimed at us." she grunts out at that. Then she's trying to figure out just where best to point people, shouting helpful things!
Kuolo had been pleased by the damage the lightning had done to the machine. He was ready to step into it again when the hair on the back of his neck prickled, and he foresaw the blast in his mind as the thermal detonator sailed overhead. The sellswords will kill you. They fear nothing but empty pockets...
The voice came as a surprise to Kuolo, whom had almost forgotten that dark whisper in the heat of combat. His mask turns, shunting away from the coming blast as he abandons the lightsaber. The constant hum of the blade quiets as it dies, falling at Kuolo's feet. The hand that held the saber is held outward, creating a barrier around which the sudden explosive force buckles. It sends him back about six inches, his feet dragging on the ground. Still facing the compatriots behind them, who were lucky the mask hid such an angry, wrathful face, the digital voice spoke coldly, offering a single declaration.
"I'll kill the next fool that throws one," he spits, and all of the anger and wrath in that moment is again welled within him as his left hand again dances with electricity that arcs across the side of the walker in a brilliant dance of crimson energy.
The T-visor of his helm goes opaque, only allowing him to see sensor displays, Hadrix turns and turns towards Lozen, back towards the blast as he shields the Echani's boy with his own until the blinding white of the nuclear blast has one, feeling the plates in his armor beginning to heat
<"Shab..."> turning where he shields and firing the massive wookiee weapon one armed as he comes back around - not hard when it twists him about while the round bounces off his quarry.
Lozen lets loose another blast and begins to retreat a few steps at a time cussing in emphatic echani "What even IS that?!"
Barad continues to think. Nothing seems to happen, though. Hm. Barad thinks hard. Nothing. Barad thinks harder! -- perhaps an unaccustomed labor -- But! Then: Hooray! He has An Idea. Motioning to Mujiji and pantomiming 'throwing' and 'blinded' . . . just in case his voice can't carry over the noises of all of these Kabooming Thermal Detonations, Barad suggests: "?Rabbit?: Gum up it's -EYES-?" Maybe that could work? Perhaps? It's hard to hit what you can't -see- . . .
The blast of the Thermal Detonator that was dropped way too close for her taste is enough to get Evie off-balance, the pilot doing a little dance of sorts as she tries to recover her balance. << "Surround the beast! We don't want to become easy targets... or collateral for a miss!" >> A wary look given at Sajin through her helmet. << "We can still defeat this creature, but it's not going to happen without fighting a bit smarter than we have been!" >>
Well, exception made, of course, for Barad, who was smart enough to run behind the thing from the first moment.
Thermal detonator blasts below her feet licked at Narsai's boots, its concussive wave throwing the airborne Mando'ade around a little before she manages to right herself. Sweeping, slashing, tearing at the walker with the lightsaber, the Mandalorian twists and stabs where she can. There was no pilot to kill, but eventually she'd break something important enough, surely!
Sajin CHARGES, the LITTLE KING of Drik shouts a thunderous battle cry. <<"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!">> His fists crackle with electricity that wisps around him, flowing behind him as he dashes along with that gray cape of his. The handsome Hapan LEAPS, raising his mighty fists. THey come crashing down on the platform, flashes of light sparking from the machine as bolts of lightning join those unleashed by Kuolo. PSSSSTTTTT SHREEEECH! Even though the macine might be finished, the King remains atop the scorched and smudged armored monstrocity, punching it in a self imposed rythem. <<"AHAHAHAH! AHHHHAHAHA!">>
Sajin, King of Drik, everyone.
"<<Kandosii!>>" Tara cheers as the mighty armored juggernaut topples, boosting herself back over to the wreckage. "<<Dibs on its eye. ...Well, if one of the glowing red hatch bits count as eyes.>>" A knife is unsheathed from her forearm, and the hunter starts trying to lever a piece free. "<< I came all this way, I'm getting my shabla trophy.>>"
Karys is down on a knee and finding cover as she fits in a new power cell eso that she can fire her S-5. Staying low to not be a target - that is unfortunately someone else's job. As Grom is torn through she herself is getting to her feet to shoot. But then it all goes sorta pear shaped but in glorious ways. Her mouth drops open slightly as Sajin PUNCHES it. It just ..goes down. "How in the..." the gunslinger begins the question in her voice causing her to trail off. Slowly her mouth closes and she clears her throat as her blasters are slowly lowered to her sides.
She glances aside at Hadrix. "Why is it..we ALWAYS come away injured?" The shot to her chest still aches and she gives a shake of her head, sending her dark braid into motion as she steps forward to being poke prodding droids with her foot and shooting them if they even so much as spark.
"Aw, thassit?" Mujiji pouts, letting her grenade fall back into Sumi's bag with only a /brief/ flicker of horror and second-guessing - did she disarm it? Yes, yes she did. Phew. And with nary a scratch on her! "Was gonna throw it at th'eyes, I was." She promises the dog-faced one, finally dropping to the ground-proper. She barely comes up to the knees on even the more diminutive among them, even standing bipedal. "Whats fer chow later?" The kushiban calls over her shoulder, already marching over to inspect the thing. Good hunt - but its hardly edible.
As the Walker falls, Kuolo observes for a moment. It was done. As Sajin settles atop it, Kulo reaches forward, and the lightsaber jumps from the ground to his hand quickly. That was when he began to regard the others, and who amongst them were injured. His feet carry him back towards the main group--To those without the ability of flight, anyway.
Lozen turns and studies Kuolo a bit wide eyed. She was in the heat of battle before but now the full reality of the things she's seen today sink in and she just sorta gawps stupidly until Hadrix collects her to continue on their way.
Barad gapes as the monster collapses . . . from . . . from . . . a punch to the midcalf? !?Wow - How? - ?Bow - Wow?! But then Barad gets a fleeting glimpse of the sparkys of zapp-i-ness attached to the gloves. Ooooooooh. Okay. That's pretty special. Barad will have to ask about that, neh? BUT! First things first. Barad readies his medpac and runs over to where THE GROM is (still) standing. HOW is he standing, on . . . what . . . maybe, -half- of a leg? Who knows. Barad does not. It's only his job to somehow make sure that the giant can thenceforth continue to do so . . .
Vena who is usually so calm and composed in these moments, gives a shout of victory when the AI goes down, "YES! I didn't survive Jakku just to die on Scarif!" the Chiss states with a laugh. Then there's an account of everyone. "Who needs tended to? Medic?" she looks to Barad and another. Well...who else was a medic?! "I really wonder who reprogrammed these guys." she frowns as she looks over the fallen droids. It was worrying.
<"I'm very handsome to blasters, they can't resist me. Like burning hot little Lozens who leap upon me and wish to give me their hot little kisses."> the grin evident in his vocalized voice. Holding out a hand to his old friend, <"I can promise you, life in the Aliit is as exciting as this, sometimes twice as such."> offering to pull her in a companionable hug, already letting his bowcaster hang on its strap so that he can lift Lozen to bump his helmet against hers, murmuring for her,
<"It's just a sorcerer, my heart... I told you I spent long times around them.">
With a massive crater where Scarif used to be smokes nearby (the blast zone of the might Boom Ball), a toppled walker seems to be the center of attention. Sumi holsters her blaster quietly, and walks over to the main chassis of the massive mechanical monster. Pulling her helm off, she lights a smoke, sets the helmet on top and starts to dig around inside the cockpit until the AI is yanked out and dropped down in the sand, wires and such going every which way.
"Just goes to show.." Sumi says, exhaling some smoke and looking around, her free hand on her wounded tummy. ".. you gotta stay on top of those computer virus protection subscriptions. No telling what people will come up with.. So.. who's hungry?" There was a tiki place back on the main island, right?
