Log:Resistance: Corellian Connection

Resistance: Corellian Connection

OOC Date: October 17, 2018
Location: Corellia
Participants: The Resistance: Sapphira Yavok, David Ironside, Sar Yavok, Ambrosia Greystorm, Rey, Jax Greystorm, and Jaya Kassis; Corellian Rangers: Tylin Creel and Merek; and Kylo Ren as GM

CORELLIA

The Lyle family fleek eel farm is generally considered by locals to be pretty on fleek, as the kids would say. It's not as productive as it once was, back when old man Lyle was still fiery enough to drive his workers into the ground with tireless chores of backwashing filters, repairing pumps, and unpacking hundreds of pounds of seaflesh to feed his wriggling livestock, and before he sold out to a younger generation of relatives who'd invested a little more schooling into the science of it but had just a fraction of his work ethic. There are a only couple large stock tanks still functioning here on the farm and they churn faithfully away to aerate the sinister and slippery occupants.

There are just two farm workers present, going about their daily business like it's nothing unusual to have strange ships landing in their loading dock. A third individual is loitering around one of the few outbuildings near the main pumphouse, where fresh seawater is drawn in from the bay and distributed to the eel pools. Upon the smuggling shuttle's powering down, the lightly armored person ducks into the doorway of their outbuilding and reemerges with a pal. One of them looks like a member of Essie's team. The other is a new (to you) face.

"Wellll howdy there partners," the new face greets as the Resistance crew goes about disembarking, heading over towards the ship with a bright smile on his face, a lob of tabacc shoved in under his lower lip. "Y'all have a pleasant journey? I 'spect you might wanna rinse the smell-a that fleek eel off after haulin' those precious little breeders out to us here." He's a stocky fellow with a few days of stubble gathered on his chin, muddy boots clomping onto the hardened turf near the shuttle. "We're all real eager to uh... get our hands on what you done brought us, if you catch my meaning."

Sapphira Yavok is one of the first off the ship, if she can help it. In her eagerness, and as she turns her head this way and that to survey the farm and the horizon beyond it, insofar as it can be seen, she doesn't mind her step. SQUISH. By the look of things, it's a shallow container with a few dead eels in it that had to be pulled from one of the nearby tanks. The redhead, wearing a black jumpsuit with a translucent black scarf pulled up over her red hair, makes a disgusted sound and looks down at her foot, lifting it and shaking her boot out as she walks a few steps away, dragging the leg behind her to try and get the eel sludge off it. "Yeah, I think you'll be happy with eerything," she informs the new face. "But ... how hard did you say it is to get this smell out?"

"Just get new boots." the voice of David Ironside suggests casually. "Isn't that what women love anyway? Shoe shopping?" David pointedly walks -around- the squished eel, glancing briefly in the container of corpses. "So.. people eat these, right? Because they don't smell edible. At all." At least they're not wriggling. Like the next tank David walks by. He glances up at the ramp of the Dusty Jawa, waiting for the others to step out.

"Feels weird comin' back," remarks the Corellian-tinged voice of one Sar Yavok as he steps down the ramp the Jawa. His face sorta twists as he looks around and he sniffs loudly before saying, "Let's get this over with."

From behind the barns and the scrub beyond, 4 figures materialize. Strung out in a line abreast the one leading the group is more diminutive than the others. Even with her armor on, maybe it's her walk, but those that spot them would guess that she was a she. Tylin glances first to the right and then to the left "Remember, don't bunch up. Watch your sectors," she barks out the orders as she leads the three other Rangers to the meeting and supply run. The muck of the remains of what was once productive eel ponds is ignored as Tylin keeps her attention focused on the ship, trusting the others to keep an eye on the flanks.

Jax comes walking down the ramp of the Helix freighter, the Painted Warrior. General Greystorm had in her plans included a second freighter. That or no one eanted to fly with Jax. He rolls his shoulders and stretches as he comes down off the second light freighter. "That was a hell of a trip." He reaches up to pull the pair of tented goggles down over his eyes after a brief squint at sun. Then looks around, taking in his bearings.

Merek's first time on such a job as this, but it seems that he wished to assist all the same. With someone to vouch for him, he has become a Ranger with the other members, while he has on his full armor, a poncho about it in its black tattered soft tones. The man has a hand upon his hip, the pistol which he has is customized to his preferences for a sleek look, while he checks the load in it and places a new pack within.

At the top of the Jawa's ramp, Rey steps forward and takes a second to breath the Corellian air coming up into the vessel similar to that of the one she knows so well now.

After the breath is taken the young woman's gloved left hand raises up to her hood and she raises the slip of dark steel blue cloth up to cover her nose and the lower half of her face. She then begins to descend the ramp with the others haead of her.

Once outside of the ship, the hooded Rey pauses to let her brown eyes roam over the landscape of a world she's yet to ever visit. Corellia. Its a name she's heard spoken a lot, she scavenged parts off of ships built here in fact. Its... not what she expected.

Pulling her eyes from wandering, she places them onto the others with her, then scans the farm while breathing softly behind her mask.

The tall, striking frame of Essie Lyle is nowhere to be seen on her familial turf, but 'Bud' one of her guard/attendees is on site with guns on blatant display from both hips wilst surveying the many RES new faces from behind 'new face' farm boy. A few more of Essie's crew begin to materialize from this building or that tank, spying like profoggs from a hole until determining coast to be clear. "Yeeeup," Bud eventually echoes and gives Sapphira a lengthy once-over, gaze settling out somewhere in the viscinity of that soiled boot. "I'd say it's nuthin a lil elbow grease can't scrub out, but I'd be a liar. An' I don't lie to the ladies..." *Insert rougish smile here* He then turns to wave once at the line of Tylin's crew approaching. "We good?"

On the heels of Greystorm Jr is Greystorm Sr, striding confidently down and out in her skull-stompers. The boots are almost knee high, hugging the durafiber bodysuit coating her legs and frame upwards under the draping outwear. Ambrosia's never been a woman to accessorize if there was a way to avoid it, but today the scarf that Rey so lovingly knit to go with her new outfit is wrapped loosely around shoulders and the high collar, masking the lower half of her face from few but doing jack squat to shield her mostly dead senses to the stench of eel scuz. "Your father will be jealous," the general grunts to son on her way around. Crows feet crease a bit deeper in study of the crew assembling before them while a sudden snap of wind flapflaps her garb and puts a little salty mist into an eye.

"Friends..." she greets in a luke warm tone. "I hope you can appreciate the meat on these eels. Real porkers, some of'em. I'm sure they'll bear good fruit."

Jaya Kassis was already on Corellia and awaiting the team to arrive with the supplies. She had arrived several days prior and spent that entire time organizing the relocation of several families from the local Corellian Resistance. Clear minds made for better soldiers in Jaya's experience, and that notion was what sold the idea of recruiting the recently retired TRT pilots to the cause. While none of these pilots were present, Jaya was, and she was just now stepping out from one of the buildings to see what needed to be done. Around her are several of Essie's crew, the same natives she'd been helping for a few weeks now.

"Oh, I got no doubt of that, marm, I got no doubt of that," the new guy tells Amber with a grin, coming around to the side of the ship where the cargo will be unloaded. "Whattaya got for us this time, uh... is it General? I never can remember, my woman says the tabacc makes me slow," he admits, the grin turning wry. "Oh, but I'm sure they'll bear real good fruit, fruitful and multiply, and all that good shavit. This farm's been nothin' but profitable since you all got here that first time and we sure are happy to have you back," the man assures them all, waving an expansive gesture with one arm. "And these fine freedom fighters, too!" Everyone included, the Rangers and all.

Sapphira's eyes visibly roll as David passes her with his comment. "Yes. I'm here for the //accessories//," she mutters, with a shake of her head. She gives another few drags of her boot along the ground, some squishy goop coming off and smearing in a dark streak. When she lifts her face again, it's to see Essie's men stepping out from this dark corner or that shadowy crevicice. She appears alert now, bright green eyes moving from one to the next, taking count, taking stock. Even looking toward some places she might expect some others to step out in a few moments. Her eyes find Jaya, whose presence seems to relax the redheaded woman. She even offers up a small smile of recognition! Eventually, her eyes move and find Bud again, and at least he gets a little smile of his own. "You sound like a fellah who knows his way around some elbow grease. Really, that's so nice of you. Once we're done here I'll take them off so you can give it a whirl." No, he didn't offer to clean her boots. Sapphira is sassing the man, however, pretending that he did. Teasing. Mostly.

But there's business to be done, and it sounds like they're getting down to it. New Face is talking, and Sapphira is hovering close, listening. She has some vested interest in this particular shipment, after all. So, with her hands resting at her belt, she takes a few steps closer, and listens for a few moments. Her facial expression is partially obscured by the scarf she wears as she moves, but as she steps out of eyeshot of the New Face, she tilts her head just so in New Face's direction, reaching up to brush a finger against her nose and to give her head a subtle little shake. Her wandering steps don't stop, though, and she soon takes a few more paces around the side of the Jawa. Once there, and fairly obscured, she surveys the farm. During that walk, one hand has migrated to rest on one of her blasters.

David gives a subtle up-nod when Jaya steps into view, barely looking at the man but listening all the more intently. He's spent time with many Corellians, and this one doesn't sound much like the others. The pilot by trade sticks close to his allies, watching Sapphira put a hand on her blaster he moves to unclasp his own holster, without touching the blaster itself or keeping his hand near it too long. His eyes find Jaya again, not dumb enough to actually gesture grandly towards New Guy, but giving the veteran a raised eyebrow and a slight head-tilt towards him.

Sar Yavok flashes a wink at Amber as she appears and props himself up against one of the arms of the lowered ramp. "Love a woman in uniform, I tell you what," Sar remarks off-handedly with a grin as he detaches his sawn-off EE-3 from where it's mag-locked against his leg. He goes about looking it over while he lets everybody else do the real work. Once he's content that the blaster will act right, he settles for idly twirling the hand-cannon as he waits.

Ty gives a thumbs up to Bud as she nears. But wary eyes scan all the other strangers. She doesn't know them so right off the bat she doesn't trust them and it shows by her look. "Hi, Bud, all good to go," she greets the man with a nod and goes to stand near him. Again she warily scans the others before giving her own troops a check and satisfied they are doing right. As the General speaks, Ty's attention is drawn to her and she listens. But looking past the imposing woman she spots Jaya and a half smile is given. She has seen this one before. "Jaya," is all she says in greeting.

The other's she doesn't really say anything to but she does study them over, real hard like. But then the man starts talking and her eyes squint. More so when he calls her and her troops out like he did. "Really," she mutters to herself as she looks around the place again. "I don't think I've heard an accent quiet like yours before," she notes to the eel farmer when her gaze settles on him. "Mighty thick sounding to me. Not local here I am guessing?" Tylin says after a pause. Letting her hand fall down to hang near the pistol that is by herside she gives a look, one of those /looks/ to her troops. Each one in turn to make sure they see it.

Jax makes a frown, "Nah, he hate's eel. It's one of the few Alderaanian things about the man. Now be back home, sure." He says watching the arrive of their contacts, Jax smiles to Jaya, "Cap. How's life treated you since we saw you last?" The sound of the farm hand addressing Greystorm Sr.an draws Jax's attention. Though if it's hinky the Corellian doesn't seem to let it register. "Probably best to get down to business." Though he turns his head at Sar's comment to his mother. THen makes an 'ew' face before seeming to go through a jedi meditation technique.

Merek looks over to Creel while he has his hand upon his pistol as he often does, though he doesn't make a move with it. Instead he seems to be intent upon scanning the horizon to keep watch on the flanks for the Rangers. He lifts up his flask with his free hand to take a drink of some wine which he brought with him, then he places it back to his armor as well.

Rey's eyes are essentially the only part of her face that is visible, and they sweep over the large amount of people who're here and conversing about this and that. But its the man that rounds the freighter that garners her ultimate attention and after hearing him speak her dark eyebrows sink just a little.

The hooded Rey's boots carry her forward until she's standing behind Ambrosia's left shoulder and she leans toward the General and whispers something past the half mask covering her lower face. Its only a few words, then Rey leans back and lets her eyes move around the general area once more.

There's something about that salt in the eye...the briny smell of that breeze, beneath the stinky overtones. It's triggering a thing long lost to the abusive hand of time, preoccupation, and brain injury in Ambrosia's aging mind. A memory.

~~It is cool, the sand between her toes. A balmy breeze tickles her scalp, combs through unbound tresses, then snaps them wildly in the next briney gust that sprays her and the little boy held in hand. The feeling is brisk, shocking, but much welcomed in the too-warm sun of noon day. The Corellian Sea, glittering and bright, surges with increasing intensity before them as the afternoon storm comes rolling in and the next rush of foam drives that little boy past the brink of his bravery. "Momma!" he bleats and twists her arm in its socket with the sheer force of his retreat behind her legs...~~

The down-to-business stare the Brig Gen aimed at all in sight just moments ago has glazed over, hard lines of expression softened into (for her) a most unnatural way. Lost, even. That is, until a little whisper stirs past her ear and snaps her back to reality. There is no sand. Just dirty tarmac and struggling grass. The boy is much to big to balance on hip and this tabacc-chewing dope is getting too close to the goods for comfort in the wake of Rey's warning. Numbly, Ambrosia nods a couple times and pats Rey's shoulder. "Where's your boss?" she counters the man's curiosity with a question of her own and turns on slow heel to amble on along after him, hand brushing past her thigh before motioning to the ship. "Go ahead," she says aloud to no one in particular. "Drop her belly. I'll cut one loose for a preview," and unsheaths the sportknife there.

Jaya is slowly closing the distance to everyone when she catches sight of the wave from Sapphira. She smiles and returns the gesture, then her gaze moves to the familiar face of David, someone she'd flown with many times. His subtle gestures toward the farmer and careful movement to unstrap his holster clues Jaya in on something.. fishy.. going on. Her expression changes for a moment and she's about to say something when Tylin walks by. Jaya has a triple take as it'd been years since she had seen Tylin, and judging from the looks of it, she had gotten in with the Rangers. "Tylin." Jaya says in return, and shifts her attention back ahead. It's Tylin who addresses the bantha in the 'room' while Jax draws Jaya's attention by addressing her by her old rank. "I've shot a few people since then." Jaya says in reply, a cocky grin forming. "Aside from that.." She glances down at her ruined muddy boots and lifts one as if displaying it. Then she looks back up. "..couldn't be better."

New Fella might not be nailing the Corellian accent down to the last syllable of recording time, and he might be just a little bit too enthusiastic, but he's not an idiot either, and when the more and less discrete indications of doubt start to come forward, the warm, effusive glow leaves his ruddy cheeks and is replaced by a matter-of-fact sternness as the comm unit leaves his pocket and comes to his lips to be spoken into with perfect high-society enunciation: "We're blown. Do it now."

For a moment, nothing happens, but then a distinctive sound can gradually be heard growing in volume, the scream of TIE Fighters, and a pair of them come howling down on the fleek eel farm with unbelievable speed. A stream of green turbolasers strafes the ground, scattering muddy chunks into the air and knocking a few of Essie's team flying. A ball of bright blue energy crashes into the Jawa as an ion cannon discharges from one of the TIE's undercarriage, effectively disabling the ship's systems for at least a few minutes while the fighters sail up and away.

New Fella has drawn a gun immediately after making the call, and while the TIEs close in, he runs for cover, under the Jawa. Around the open area, blinds fall away, several outbuilding doors open, and out rush the white-armored shock troopers of the First Order, blasters at the ready. "Throw down your weapons!" a vocoded voice yells, "and none of you will be harmed!"

Sapphira watches the exchange between Amber and New Face, and then Rey as she wanders over and wanders back. The redhead heaves out a sigh. "Why do I even bother..." she mutters, almost entirely to herself. It's only a few seconds later that the stormtroopers appear. By then, the hand on her pistol has risen, and the safety is off. She is ready to go. She fires off a few wild shots. "YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!" she screams at the troopers, perhaps in some attempt to draw them nearer, around the side of the Dusty Jawa.

David heads back when the TIEs scream past, seeking shelter from the death from above under the Jawa. The ion blast makes his ears ring, and he peeks out from his cover with his blaster in hand now. "I can't believe a First Order officer would just stand there and -lie- like that. Very disappointing. Another thing disappoints the pilot, and that's his own aim. He sends off two laser blasts, both of them going wide. He ducks back in cover, hoping the disorienting ringing in his ears goes away fast.

"You little son of a-," Sar trails off as the Stormtroopers appear. He's already pretty peeved about his ship, as any Force-fearing, Corellian man would be, but now the traitor has the gall to try and take cover under it. Sar levels his EE-3 at the jerkwad and fires a duo of shots. One flies wide and thunks into the soggy ground, but the other one buries itself in his torso, the exit wound taking a big ol' chunk out of his back. He's still up and running, but he's probably regretting a few things right now.

As soon as Ty saw the new guy speak she was moving. Already running as best she can in the muck she dives head first over a low dike as the TIE blaster bolts strike the ground "Take cover, Rangers!" she cries out as she hits the ground on the other side with an oomph. Even while in the air she was pulling out her weapon, but when she hit the ground it came loose and skittered from her hand. A scramble on hands and knees gets the weapon back in her paw as she turns to raise a head over the lip of the dike.

As everything goes sideways, the scream of the Tie fighters come roaring through the distance and firing ion canons. Jax's hand slaps to his side pulling his Dl-44 and firing at the incoming storm troopers, "Now this reminds me of home." He says as he uses his heavy blaster to put a couple of rounds into one of the Sargents. "The Warrior's not ionned yet."

Merek watches as the whole situation then shifts to troopers that come and ask them to put down their weapons. He does seem to think a moment, but he draws his pistol and begins to take a combat stance as he shoots the blaster towards one of them. The mud from the blasts of the turbolasers hit him, as well as making him move back to work towards cover, while he begins to take his shots towards the foe.

Rey nods once more to the General as she takes a step or two away and back toward the Jawa when the man drops his act suddenly and calls in the enemies. It happens quickly, the TIEs scream over head and begin to pelt the farm with their laser blasts... she's experienced similar before, but this time she's more confident in her ability to defend herself from it. As she moves for cover she raises a hand to reach out toward one of the First Order Fighters... she can 'feel it' there in the sky, but its gone too quickly for her to do anything.

"Blasted." Rey mutters beneath her mask, her breathing has increased in frequency as her heart rate has shot up. Her right hand dips down to her left hip and slips into the back of the bag hanging from her hip. She pulls out a silver and black cylinder and holds it close up against her chest as she peers out from behind the cover, watching the blaster fire go off from both sides now.

"Mm, yeah," Amber grunts with an eye roll to the skies then as that comlink comes out and the accent admittedly kinder to the ears comes out. "Teeth-rotten, tabacc-chewin' turd," she mutters and whirls the knife up into a better grip before also diving in under the Jawa when the skies open up and rain ions. It's a party under here. New Fella, Dave, Amber, Sap's feet runnin around...

Sar's shot calls dibs on New fella's belly, narrowly missing her own ass in the process as she lunges on after, knife swiping for the back of his thighs. Sadly, the serrated blade slices through nothing but fabric but she's landed herself in the dirt next to his bloody frame. "GET THIS SHIP OPERATIONAL, BOARD the WARRIOR and GIVE the RANGERS SOME COVER TO GET THE HELL OUT!!" she roars.

Bud gets knocked off his feet by one of the straffing blasts and lands in a heap of pain next to some pieces of his pal. "Get to cover! Send a runner back!" he barks his own set of commands to his own people then whips out both heavy pistols and starts firing away. TO hell with surrender!

Tachiepsychia hits Jaya at the moment they had been betrayed. The scream of TIEs as they drew close stirred a deeply rooted panic in her and she turned, shoving into one of Essie's men and pointing toward the troops. "Find cov--" Was all she managed to get out when the sounds of the fighters moved overhead, soaring a supersonic speeds and leaving her ears ringing. The subsequent blasts from their attacks send mud and debris in every direction. Amidst the chaos, Jaya withdraws her weapon and holds it at the low ready, moving across the open expanse to slide down next to one of the men that had come out with her. He, and his companion, had sustained terrible concussion wounds from the TIE blasts. When a hand comes up from the ground, the hand of a survivor, Jaya's found his and she knelt down to pull them up. "On your feet!" Screamed a voice drenched with determination, and she helps them up. Her intended direction was toward the ships to get this man to safety.

The Resistance interlopers fail to heed the generous offer of the soldiers of the benevolent galactic oppressors. They had no idea what they were in for. Now they're staring at six men with guns drawn. It was a kriffin' ambush. For a few seconds, this place will be Armageddon.

THERE IS A FIREFIGHT!

Blaster bolts rain hot and heavy from all directions as the stormtroopers are fired upon and return fire. Sparks fly as shots thud into the underside of the Jawa, dirt and mud flies as they smack into the ground, splinters fly as they blow chunks from the crates. Blood and singed flesh flies as New Fella is shot in the gut by Sar's EE-3, and a trooper falls to the earth with acrid smoke rising from his betaplast armor as Jax guns him down.

But it's a setup, and more Stormtroopers are already running over the hill, the first few that outpaced the others arriving as isolated stragglers, preparing to join the fight and take out these Real Live Resistance scum before they have a chance to get their ships back in the air.

It is getting rather crowded here, isn't it? Not just under the Jawa, either, but the whole farm is being overrun. The redheaded Junior Agent fires off a few more shots, and then makes a fist to bang twice, loudly, on the hull of the Dusty Jawa. "Get on and get this thing in the air!" she shouts to those underneath it. Her head lowers so she can see better who is under there. Her eyes look to David. "Come with me." Then her head turns and looks to the other ship, Jax's ship, whatever the hell it's called. She scans out the nearest cover between her and it, and begins to move in that direction. Her voice crackles over the comms. "Jaya, we're gonna try and lay down some cover fire so your folks can get to the Warrior. Get ready."

"Stop shooting my ship!" shouts Sar as he ducks for cover. Bolts continue to plink off the Jawa's reinforced plating. But, hey, it's scorching the paint. Ducking out of the way of incoming bolts, Sar does his best to pop up and take a few pot shots at the New Fella. They both fly wide, though.

Looking over the battle field Ty spots one of her own. He's laying there, one leg twisted up under the other as smoke tendrils up from the gaping hole in his chest. Another Ranger lost. Anger flushes her features as she gives her head a shake. Ty was about to shoot new fellow but then knowing her shooting skills, or lack there of, she switches targets in fear of hitting the Resistance General. So she aims, sort of if one can call squinting both eyes and pulling the trigger. The Bolt flies well wide killing a bit of mud as it strikes the ground. Her second shot, well it never happens. Again she squints her eyes nearly closes and flinches as she pulls the trigger. Instead of a bolt flashing out towards the enemy her power cell thumps into the mud before her. "Crap, crap crap," she says as she reaches down and reseats it. When she looks up her jaw drops as it appears that the big bad Resistance folks are running, leaving her and the Rangers there.

More targets. Cool. David pulls out of cover to shoot again, the abundance of targets making sure he hits -something-. It's the pilot's skill that causes two blasts to sink into the torso of the same Sergeant. They must've given this guy some top shelf gear though, because he's not down just yet. "That's a no-go for now!" David calls to Sapphira, pointing out the arcs of electricity still dancing over the ship's hull.

Everything was going to plan as Jax was in the process off beating feet to the Painted Warrior. That was till his mother gets shot and the Corellian turns lifting his blaster firing at the Stormtrooper Lt. "Kriff, your ship Yavok. Make sure you get my mother out of here alive." Then he turns to run to the Warrior.

Merek looks up to the troopers that are shooting them, then he takes a few more shots at them. Afterwards as both seem to strike other things, he decides then to shift back the pistol and draws out a nice-sized knife with which to twirl around, as he prepares that for the next match-up, ducking then as a blast comes towards his direction.

Rey's gloved fingers release, then squeeze the cylinder she's holding in her right hand, she can hear the blaster fire going off while her eyes remain tightly shut behind the cover she's got her back pressed up against, but her primary focus is on that of the wail of the TIE Starfighter engines. They grow distant on the wind, then curve and begin to get louder once again...

Her hood falls off of her head in the winds as she steps out from behind her cover, but her half mask remains securely over the lower half of her face. Her free gloved hand sweeps up and she spreads her fingers apart, hand aimed-- outstretched far-- toward the incoming TIEs.

Suddenly the fighter on the left is flung directly into the solar panels of its wingman, debris erupts from the two ships as they collide hard into one another and explode in the sky causing a deafening boom! A ball of fire and slagged hull bits soars over the top of Sar's ship (some of it hits Sar's ship too, but only small bits). The remains of the burning wreckage of the two TIEs crash off in the grassy fields beyond the ground battle.

Rey's thumb presses down on the cylinder's switch causing the bright blue blade to leap up from the hilt's interior! She holds the saber ready at her side as she starts to back step toward the Dusty Jawa's boarding ramp.

It's very quickly seeming to be a lost cause, this supply gig...

Bud doesn't like the odds, seeing all those troopers coming up from over the hill, not to mention the scream of TIES still high in the air. Or is that just ringing in his ears? He starts running/shooting his way over to where he'd seen Tylin last tuck. "This is too big for us, right now!" he hollers. And then as if on cue, two TIES suddenly slam into eachother and send that meteor spinning by, raining fiery debris. "Like REALLY too big!" Looks like he's gonna crawl into Tylin's ditch.

Turns out, New fella isn't dead and he's still got a deathgrip on that gun of his when he rolls over to put one in the general. Ambrosia's eyes get REAL big for a moment as the flash of red drives through at point blank range, breath caught in her chest because no matter how many times you've been punched full of holes, it always feels as gut-curdling, lung searing as it did the first time. An inky black slowly spreads through the rugged fabric twisted around her as she blinks once, twice, and decides that SHE isn't dead, either.

"@&#% your Order," she hoarsely growls and jams the toe of her boot into his belly hole before rolling on top of him to penetrate a little deeper with her knife-in-fist and makes a mess under his ribcage. A surly spit is spat at his face, then she crawls off and toward the other side, where Sar's been launching more shots of fury.

Jaya heard the communication crackle in her ear, but she had no way to respond while half holding a man, and moving quickly through the open. When she's across the gap, the injured Corellian man is shoved toward the ramp of the ship, and she turns to finally fire back. Her first pair of shots are taken with practiced ease, sinking her first bolt in the gut with a subsequent shot to the head. The result of the blasts spills the trooper over unceremoniously, and Jaya moves on, nothing flashy. Returning to a low ready position with her blaster, she's moving toward General Greystorm. Jaya happens upon the good General as she's murdering the poor soul who drew the short straw to pose as a Corellian farmer. "General!" Jaya called out, dropping to a knee to offer her a hand. "You've got to get out of here. Come on!" Jaya's free hand hovers near the bouncing ball of unrepressed rage (General Ambrosia) intending to pull her up!

The Resistance troops fight bravely, with some of Essie's people pitching in, and others, like Bud, deciding it's too hot to handle and heading for the hills. The First Order troops are doing their best to surround the fleek eel farm, but there's too much open terrain to seal it off completely, and individual runners are able to break free and make a run for it. More troopers continue to arrive from the direction of the city, and in the distance, a trio of JSAS assault landers hover low over the horizon as they chug along towards the scene of the fight, loaded to the gills with soldiers, turret guns primed and ready.

The undercover agent in the process of being murdered by Ambrosia coughs a wet, sticky laugh at her, hands clutched to his torso to hold things in with varied success. "You'll- you'll all..." The thought doesn't get finished, but he continues to stare vehemently at the general while choking and gasping for air.

Sapphira is only a few steps away from the Jawa when David's pointing out of the ions crackling along the Jawa's hull. "Oh," the redhead breathes. "Right. Jaya, you're on your own for the moment." With that done, Sapphira takes the few quick steps needed to bring her back to the Jawa, and a few quick steps more bring her up the boarding ramp. "We're gonna need to restart all the systems," she shouts, mostly to Sar as she tears through the ship. Her scarf is now pulled back, and her feet make heavy metal clanks on the metalic floor. Thankfully, it's not a huge ship as long as you avoid the cargo bays.

Moments pass. Maybe a minute. It must feel like an eternity with such a firefight raging outside. But then, the hull of the Dusty Jawa starts to vibrate and hum with internal activity. Interior and exterior lights flicker on. A voice crackles loud and clear across the comms. "JAWA IS CLEARED FOR TAKEOFF, JAWA IS CLEARED FOR TAKEOFF."

David perks up when he hears the crackle of the comms. "I'm on it!" he shouts, being this close to the ramp already anyway. He provides his own cover fire slash attention grabbing, not hitting anyone. But that's fine, he also wasn't looking. Which is why he gets shot in the back and topples over out of view inside the Jawa with a scream of agony. "Sapph!" he calls into the massive expanse of hallway. "I'm hit, but I think I can still fly this thing. Get me seated, and I'll try and stop dying." He's already scrambling slowly for a wall, sitting up laboriously as he fumbles around for a medpac.

"Everybody, get up the ramp!" Sar shouts to the Res fighters. Sar turns to march up the ramp, taking a couple more potshots out towards the enemy line before he disappears into the freighter. Rounding the corner and slipping into the cockpit, Sar slides into his pilot's chair and begins the pre-flight sequence. The Jawa's engine's roar to life. Thanks, Sapling.

More troops are spotted arriving as Ty raises up. With a shake of her head "Rangers, clear out. Head to point Alpha," she yells out across the fighting. She crouches and begins to to head away from the battle field only to let out a cry and go tumbling head over heals as a blaster bolt catches her left side and shoulder. She lays for a moment in the mud, fighting the pain "Get up, Ty. You got to get out of here." So with unsteady feet she claws her way back up and moves off only to fall again on the backside of another dike.

It's up the ramp of the Painted Warrior for Jax. The Corellian making it through the cargo bay and into the cockpit in record time. The Dl-44 sitting where he can reach it in a pinch on the console. He starts to bring the Helix on line. <We got incoming. I'll see about providing cover JAWA.> The repulsor engines lifting the Painted Warrior into the air and Jax opens fire with his Ion on one of the JSAS. The transport droping to the ground with a thud.

Merek lifts up with his dagger in hand while he walks to one of the troopers as he's shot in the hip with the blaster. It sears through that armor while it does the work it does, but it seems the man is used to such things to an extent as all he does is let out a growl. He shifts up his weapon and also moves to drive it into one of the troopers, then he shifts that back with blood upon it, then retreats from the battle towards the more local wildlife. He does notice the whole thing with the TIEs as well as that lightsaber, and watches but is back on task.

With her lightsaber activated, Rey stands next to the boarding ramp of the Jawa as some of the others run past to board it. She keeps the sky blue blade held up horizontally and as more Stormtroopers arrive on the scene her free hand comes up again to shove outward toward a pair of Privates that are rushing toward the Jawa to cut it off as an escape route!

Through the Force, the Stormtroopers find themselves both suddenly flung up into the air and sent flying backward fifteen or twenty feet into some of the eel cages!

Rey sweeps from one side of the boarding ramp over to the other, her eyes go toward the General and Jaya... she turns and ducks then and starts to ascend the Jawa's ramp, her lightsaber being deactivated as she goes up inside of the YT-freighter.

"Well, how's this for a shavit show?" Ambrosia clasps Jaya's arm and curl-lean-sways to her feet with knife slipping around in her other grip, the blood and bits still slick. Her scarf's come undone, revealing the roadmap of life that age and war has scrawled across her patchworked face. It looks tired. Also...disappointed? "Really needed this gear to get to Essie. And the Rangers." Because there're two groups now. Will there still be after?

She nods over to the pumphouse. "Down in that hatch there's a maintenance tunnel. Straight to the sewers. Failing that, I imagine the others have taken to the hills till they can get back down." There's a pause as she hesitates on the ramp, still holding on to Jaya's arm like she's expecting the woman to follow. Greystorm stares hard at Jaya a moment then lets her go, head bobbling a little with what's either a tremor or a nod. "You tell Essie I'm sorry." Her mouth twists into a grim little smile of knowing, then she brings up the rear of her contingent boarding the Jawa.

"We give the retreating Rangers what cover fire we can before we blow outta here, you got that!?" Amber shouts after Sar and sinks gingerly back onto the floor somewheres.

The eels are meanwhile minding their own business, maybe a little grouchy that their afternoon feed hasn't happened ye-----oh? There it is! The water begins to churn.

"Where's Alphas?" Bud queries, sliding on down next to Tylin and jammering away if for no other reason than to keep her focused on something other than her wound. "Here, use me," and offers to shoulder her weight. Oh, Bud.

"Drek, happens General. We'll find another way." Jaya says confidently, a cocky grin forming as she helps Amber to the ship. Whem Amber tries to pull her aboard, Jaya pulls back, blasting yet another trooper brave enough to close the distance. Like before, Jaya adopts a bi-lateral stance and sinks a bolt in their gut then again in the head which spills them back. Looking back, she hears Amber and shakes her head. "Don't be. We love a good fight afterall! Go, Essie will set up another meet!" Jaya moves out from beneath the Jawa then and jogs toward the fields. She sees that the Rangers are still struggling to get out, so she attempts to draw their fire to at least buy them time. If she can do that, perhaps losing the bucketheads in the sewer would be the ideal conclusion to this sortie.

In the distance, that JSAS assault lander hit by the ion blast from the Painted Warrior founders and falls from the air like a brick, and fate does not favor the crew of that unfortunate vessel as it dives down to crash to earth in a flume of fiery red. Sometimes backup systems don't back up.

The other two sail right on, getting closer and closer to the eel farm with their cargo of white-armored death squads even as the Warrior and Dusty Jawa are powering up for takeoff. The troopers on the ground do their best to contain any runners, but there's only so many of them and a good many runners, inevitably some slip the net, like Tylin, Merek, and other Rangers. That leaves Jaya Kassis, the blood-stripe wearing woman who's still taking pot shots at them, and coordinating with hand signals, the stormtroopers begin to form a ring to close in on her, weapons aimed with deadly intent, while the troop landers' turrets prepare to fire on the Warrior and the Jawa.

"Sar wasn't ever going to let you fly his ship anyway. He'd rather you die first. Just stay still and try not to bleed until we get a medic, yeah?" With those wise words to David across the coms, Sapphira resumes her work down in the engeering of the ship, crawling through tight spots, replacing blown fuzes and other fried out cables. Each little adjustement, each quick fix gives Sar finer control at the helm up above. Of course, she can't exactly be nice about it, can she? Such gems as: "Looks like a kriffin' nerf designed this layout." and "You call that a power conversion path? I mean sure, it is one technically, but it's one for circut-fried droids and small children." She'll be down there for the duration, no doubt.

She knows she is caught when someone slides next to her. Done, over with. That is till he speaks. Ty turns her head and spots Bud and after spitting out a mouth full of eel mud and through pain clinched teeth "South, the burned out farm. Two klicks," she utters. Thankful for the shoulder she gets up and on unsteady legs begins to make her way, along with Bud, from this ambush. "Damn Resistance," she says after a bit. "Ain't 'noth'n but Eff Oh magnets. I knew better to not scout out the place first." The loss of one of her troops turns to anger but she turns that back onto her self and the Resistance.

"I could fly this ship better than he could any day of the week. Especially after I'm dead." David replies between heavy breaths, before backing off from the comms. "There it is.." he says softly to himself, pulling a medpac out and going immediately to work stopping himself from dying. It's not -much- help, but it makes sure he can sit by the ramp and not bleed out. Just as well he did it then, because right then is when the ship rumbles to life. "I could totally shoot down anything chasing us, too." he muses to himself, closing his eyes out of exhaustion. Dying is tiresome.

Pulling back on the stick, the freighter pulls back into a soft hover. He could just turn tail and run right now and while that'd be the smart thing to do, he's Sar Yavok. <<Yavok to all, I'd advise anybody on the ground to go ahead and get behind something.>> Sar taps in a few commands on the central console and the quad-turret below the ship spins and flips around as its slaved to the pilot's firing controls.

He spies a few stormies in between the Rangers and their escape and decides to start raining down all sorts of hell. Between the quad-turret and the two heavy blasters, he's about to do some light Corellian terraforming. And he manages to kill a couple of Stormtroopers in the process, too.

Elation begins to rise up through Jax as he sees his handy work from the first shot. Jax takes a deep breath and exhales, "The Force is my ally. I shouldn't feel happines over death." The Corellian bring the shields up just in time for a barrriage of incoming fire starts to peel the sheilds off his ship. Jax hitting a rudder and pulling out of the fight. <Yavok, It's getting hot out here. We need to beat feet. Please tell me you got everyone. You take lead and I'll close the door for us.>

Merek looks back while the Rangers move to escape, and he lifts up his blaster as he sheaths his dagger, then he places his hands both upon the weapon. He takes one clean shot on those that are closing in on Jaya and strikes true to one of the Privates which likely distracts him from his shooting at least a bit, in the hopes that it will draw them off of her enough, then he begins to move back to the meeting point so that they can escape without getting surrounded again.

Rey appears at the top of the Jawa's ramp a moment before the door closes behind her and she's about to go toward the cockpit when she stops and sees David, he's hurt and she can tell its bad as he's running his mouth (which is pretty normal, but the way his voice sounds and the fact he's trying to medpac himself...)

"Stop." Rey says softly from behind her mask. "Before you make it worse." She steps over to him, her lightsaber is reattached to her belt beneath the fabric of the blue cowl that rests around her shoulders and upper body. Quickly she pulls her gloves off of her hands and moves to crouch beside him, her eyes scan over him. "Why did you get shot?" Rey asks her friend to try to keep him thinking about other things as she reaches for where he was wounded. "Hold still."

The young woman's eyes close shut, her hood is back off of her head and her mask is laying down against her chest now, so her face is fully visible. She's concentrating, sending a calming sensation into David as she reaches out with the Force, seeking the damage inflicted to David and causing it to reverse itself, to speed up his body's natural healing to make him essentially fix himself. Its a power she's been studying intently for awhile now for this very reason, to keep her friends alive.

A moment later and Rey's eyes open, she looks over at David's face and exhales. "Next time, duck." She says, showing a faint grin, but the adrenaline from the fight still has her charged up.

"Eh, I dunno 'bout that," Bud too-cheerily tries to stay on the bright side of things with a smile that's way too inappropriate for the catastrophe this simple reception's turned into. "I mean..s'pose they /are/, but...they've been helpin us, yeah? Blew up a bloody shield gate, been smugglin us goods...what we ought to be wonderin' is, how'd the Order zero in on us /here/? Got a rat amongst us, somewheres. Your people, my people...time to take a long, hard look at our own, maybe." Or, maybe the mole's already dead, fresh corpse about to get less fresh when Rusty Jawa blasts off.

Ambrosia's secured herself in the 'living suite', anchored in a gaming chair by her own dead weight and stiffly stripping off the outerwear so she can have a better look at damage done. Her left hand does most of the work, right arm held as calmly and limply in her lap as she can manage it. She's nowhere near a viewport to witness Jax's sharp shooting, but you know she'd be proud of that killcount if she had. Daresay, 'elated'. "Kriff," she hiss-burbles between teeth once part One of the disrobing struggle is over. This round hit under her breast, at least, which is good for two reasons - a little further from her already halfbaked heart and it's spared the newer, younger prosthetic boob implanted during her recovery from Sullust. Injury has a sense of humor, sometimes. "You're welcome, Kort," she sighs and sags back in her chair for a little rest. Rest the body, anyway, while her thoughts keep with those left behind. Namely one.

Jaya is pinned at the corner of the pumphouse and her escape is cut off by the troopers. She's thankful for the fire from above, but the impacts of both a troop shuttle striking the deck then exploding, followed by the surgical carving of terrain brought to you by quad turrets from above, has dirt and debris going everywhere. Specked with mud, with an expression of pain as her ears simply feel as if they're exploding from the concussive impacts, she holds her head and ears crying out from the pressure. The moment passed and there was only pain and silence. Confusion crosses Jaya's face as she looks up from her spot to see the Rangers getting safely away, even one stops to fire back in her direction, clueing her in on the pending attack. The trooper Merek hit stumbled past the plane of the corner where she was, and Jaya stepped out kicking his head an spilling him over. He looked up at her for only a moment until the flash of her blaster sank a bolt into his helmet and she turned to face the others.

Pain erupted across her body as the soundless flashes Jaya experienced rocked her backward. Sharp instances of organ failure, muscles spasming, and her brain wanting to shut down because she couldn't breath anymore. When she opened her eyes, she saw that she was on her knee and a string of blood hung from her mouth, but it was not nearly as red as the scarlet piping on her trousers. Corellia. Even as the troopers closed in on their kill, Jaya struggled to get back up. "I -.. I ..I won't die... on.. my ..knees.." Blood and spit are directed aside as she rised back up. This time the blow is so significant she loses feeling to her legs and falls back against the exterior wall of the pumphouse only to slide down.

"Ha .. Ha. I didn't.. expect.. to.. see you.. here." Was the final thing Jaya said, her eyes turned up toward something no one else saw. White clad troopers watched her slump to one side after that. There she remained, blaster in hand, her stare angled skyward and now, lifeless.

As the Resistance ships soar off into the sky and the Rangers retreat into the surrounding area, one woman remains, Jaya Kassis, the Corellian native. Jaya Kassis, the girl with the bloodstripes. Jaya Kassis, the woman who took down a handful of stormtroopers singlehandedly over the course of the brief raid, the woman who stayed behind to be sure her friends got away. Jaya Kassis, the woman who went down shooting, the woman who wouldn't surrender, the woman who stood up to tyranny on her home planet. Jaya Kassis, the woman whose valiant death was recorded by the eel farm's security cameras. Jaya Kassis, whose name would live on.