Log:Ringali Dockyard Skirmish
Ringali Dockyard Skirmish
OOC Date: March 9, 2021
Location: Ringali Nebula
Participants: Trip, Amal Jha, Kuolo and Shivan
he mission was to take over one of the smaller dockyards of the Nadiri Dockyards. For now it was going to be a ground mission until they needed to move to the next target. This wouldn't be easy though as there were a number of Republic forces on the ground to help defend the yard from the incoming invasion of Stormtroopers and whatever else that the First Order and its allies were going to send. Reliquary members are on their own transport that is just touching down to deposit more forces on the ground. There are red armored troopers that race off the ship and towards the fight that is about to be had. Because we don't get a break really.
Shivan is tucked away with one of the crimson troopers, giving orders before turning to see what else might be said by the one leading this mission.
Perhaps Amal had missed the mission briefing. The one that mentioned 'heavily armed Republic forces' and 'likely to encounter extreme opposition.' From her place at one of the jump seats, she looked no different now, than when those few within the shuttle who had met her had seen her before. White suit, all of a piece and matched white duster. She carried no overt weapons of any kind, though the coat was long enough to be able to hide at least some small number of sins. She sat, waiting, straight-backed, hands folded one over the other at her midsection.
Among the goodly number of troopers rushing down the ramp is FR-257. Not unique in any way, this trooper bears the same color armor of his companions. Denoted as a Sergeant, FR-257 stepped to one side out of the mass of troops to motion, their voice conveyed over the helmet's voice emitter. <"MOVE MOVE MOVE!"> Hoisting up his rifle, he slogs ahead in search of cover to plant himself and help direct the firefight! At least, for his squad! <"Find cover and engage!">
"lord' Kuolo was often one of the last to leave the vessel. It was his way. While he usually ended up at the center stage of whatever fight came, he liked to get the dramatic stealth kill off. He was notorious for it. Untrue to form, however, Kuolo slowly follows the line of troops off the transport. He pauses in his steps long ewnough only to regard Jha thoughtfully. If his mask could express itself, it might have a single, piqued eyebrow. But, in a moment, he's moving again, to follow after the others. Even as he steps down from the transport, a small flourish of the hand accompanies the electric squeal of Anuesana's lightsaber coming to life, the crimson blade of energy both sword and shield in Kuolo's hands.
And they're off!
The Stormtroopers, crimson and white alike rush off the transports and into the fray, but there is always a casualty or two when the first wave hits. Nothing ever goes quite that smoothly. Two troopers are injured, a lucky shot is landed on FR-257 and there are the stray bolts that seem to bend around Kuolo. But no injuries to the rest for the moment. The troopers stay the course and take cover though, just to make this harder. And with the shipyard they are in it is easy to find cover to hide and deflect shots.
As the last of the occupants of the ship were making their exit, Amal came with them, hands slipping beneath her duster to remove a pair of daggers. The one in her right, she held hilt forward, allowing the flat of the blade to lay against her forearm, so that the metal of it might be used as a sort of guard or shield, albeit a slim one. The other, in her left she held as one would expect. Yes, the Eclipse smuggler had, indeed, brought a knife to a gun fight. She moved with graceful, seemingly unhurried strides, as she yawed away from the immediate confrontation to try to find cover and a place from which to attempt to add sabotage to the business of war.
FR-257 is awarded for his leadership! A nasty shot through the chest that packs enough punch to carry him off his feet to clatter on the ground. Two troopers hoist FR-257 back to his feet, and though he would never admit it, he needed the support. Once back on his feet though, he encouraged his squad members to cover, where he also took a spot. The line of troopers began to open fire, and receive fire simultaneously! FR-257 popped up slightly to sight in one of the REPUBLIC SCUM, and blasted the poor sod center mass! <"YEAH! KEEP UP THE FIRE, TROOPERS!"> FR-257 ducks back down.
A quick glance around the area affords Kuolo a layout of the area itself. The people didn't concern him--He could sense each of them, in the back of his mind. He knew exactly where their feet carried them. His trek leads him forward alongside the crimson stormtroopers, lightsaber raised to counter any potential fire coming his way.
The Stormtroopers manage to get their senses back as the first wave of fire dies down, the blaster bolts fly and strike their targets and wound many, one of the crimson armored troopers falls with a thunk of armor as two bolts strike impressively in the chest. One of those Republic fighters was a good shot! They advance when they notice that the Troopers and other allies have started to take cover and begin to try to weed them out.
Shivan isn't a ranged fighter unless it's with Telekinesis and right now she's not wanting to lose a hand. She waits until one of the Republic privates has drawn closer to where she and Vix are covered and slices quickly with her lightsaber, but she doesn't hit anything. "Oops." the yellowed eyed woman that's shrouded laughs out.
As Amal moved to find a good position for cover, she tracked the movements of the republic forces that she could see, eyes scanning for a possible target. Whether or not her dagger could find just the right edge and fold in the armor to sink in, well, that was up to whatever luck she carried with her today. Today, though, was not her lucky day, as she stepped up from behind the crate where she had been hiding, her chosen target twisting to fire on a far target, just as she moved in to strike, leaving her out of cover and unlikely to reclaim it.
As Amal moved to find a good position for cover, she tracked the movements of the republic forces that she could see, eyes scanning for a possible target. Whether or not her dagger could find just the right edge and fold in the armor to sink in, well, that was up to whatever luck she carried with her today. Today, though, was not her lucky day, as she stepped up from behind the crate where she had been hiding, her chosen target twisting to fire on a far target, just as she moved in to strike, her first swung slicing across the armor on the trooper's hip. The second though, was not so easily parried, as she tilted her wrist upward, driving the blade into the gap between chestpiece and hip, before attempted to slip away again.
Kuolo continued forward, pressing the advance alongside the troopers. It almost seemed as though he intended to sit the fighting out, but, as they drew closer and finally broke contact with the enemy, the crimson blade began to weave through the soldiers. A low slash caught one off guard, before a rising slash carried through to the next. A sudden carrying of Kuolo's feet spelled doom for the third man, impaled on the crimson blade.
The Troopers of the First Order and the Sith are marching forward and taking care of business admirably. Their shots have landed far more times than when they started. The troopers relay orders to each other, boosting each others moral even when they have been shot themselves. It's almost like they are alright with each other in the moment. Then there are lightsabers that come out and start cutting and sending Republic fighters to their graves rather fast. It causes the Republic fighters to start to focus on the wielders of said lightsabers. Vix, one of the crimson armored stormtroopers is hunkered down by Shivan and taking shots with her pistol, "Well, this has been a fun first day on the job." she tells the masked woman next to her with a chuckle.
And much to her horror Shivan jumps over the cover she was hiding behind and rushes one of the enemy, her blade doesn't land the first time, but the second is well aimed and sweeps through. Leaving them to fall to the ground in a heap.
Amal, who was now locked in combat with her trooper, found herself a willing partner in an odd little dance. She attempted to strike at the armored foe, while also aiming to remain so close that they could not bring their blaster to bear to shoot her at point blank range. In the end, for now, it was a draw, with the trooper avoiding her strikes, and Amal using blade and blade semi-armored forearm to strike aside the muzzle of her foe's weapon.
The trooper FR-257 had been 'inspiring' rises above the cover to engage their enemies, and the Sergeant smiles beneath the sanctity of his helmet. In a show of NCO solidarity, the Sergeant joins the Private by firing too, and to his surprise, he hit a target. <"Winged one!"> He claims as he ducks back beneath cover a moment. The private joins him, and they turn to the others assembled. FR-257 makes a gesture, and the squad rises up to move forward, following their Sith Lords! <"Alright, we bring up the rear. Let's go."> He grunts and rises up, then motions for the private to come too. They follow the rest of the squad!
The numbers were thinning, which was to be expected. It wasn't expected that the smaller of the shipyards would have nearly as much security. But, soon they wouldn't have any. A moment is taken to survey the troops, particularly Shivan and the wayward Smuggler who decided to be a soldier today. "Form ranks, prepare to breach the inner walls," he says, with an icy voice.
Shivan left cover and well, with that lightsaber out there she becomes Target A. Kuolo had cut down most, but the injured fighter takes a shot and completely misses the black cloaked woman. There is a shot that comes from somewhere towards the doors of the dockyard. It hits, but there is not any damage except for a hole in the robes. Mother...Shivan takes a breath and her grip tightens on her lightsaber as she stands on top of one of the metal containers of ship parts. "You heard Lord Kuolo." she nods to those around her.
And that leaves the one that needs to be dealt with as the rest of the fighters are falling back into the inner dockyards as they have well and truly lost this one.
While the rest of the complement that had come with her had more luck than she, Amal was still locked in combat with hers. She did not, however, look in the least distressed. Indeed, the expression on her face looked, if such a word was possible in the midst of battle, entirely at peace. Their fight would be resolved, and soon, one way or the other. She did not seek help, in word of deed, though help might come to her. This was the way.
The squad has moved up as ordered, compliant to a fault and lacking any sense of hesitation. That even extended to the wounded Sergeant, FR-257 who took a shot at the Republic trooper he had winged just earlier, but the shot sees the effect of his painful wounds. <"Blast them!"> FR commands his squad, and points with an outstretched arm and knife hand, the gesture to open fire! Perhaps they would be more efficient than he!"
Deeper into the facility, their targets were preparing for the assault. Kuolo couldn't make it easy on them! As the order is given and carried out to form ranks to breach deeper, a lone Republic hero is left to try and hold off the attackers. He almost makes it. With a rise of his free hand, Kuolo calls upon the force. The man is seemingly dragged upward into the air, clawing at his neck as though he were choking. He was. After a few moiments of this, he is ... simply dropped. Disposed of.
Dead Republic forces are scattered across the ship yard and there is the sounds of far off orders being barked towards the others that had fled back to try to secure the doors that lead through to other branches of the dockyard. For now, they were victorious. But the next fights might go much differently than this. Shivan looks around to see how everyone is doing and there is a frown behind her mask, "Medics, take care of the injured, get our dead off the field. We'll need to be in fighting shape if we want to best them." she calls over to them. Now all they had to do was plan for the next attack.
