Log:Sands of Tatooine

Sands of Tatooine

OOC Date: February 12, 2024 (Optional)
Location: Tatooine
Participants: Sumi Kora, Amaia Dara, Narsai Ordo, Terek Rosol, Jallo Dara and Hadrix Kora as GM

The Woor'tra was rocketing along at terrain following heights... Well we'll be honest, the Ithorian and Mandalorian youth behind the controls were below the standard heights for such, arguable in the ranges of 'tap the stick or we'll clip that dune'. With Nuh'Tep and Pheegus keeping them from eating sand, with Kar and Tayli on turrets, the blockade runner was headed for the coordinates coerced from the survivors of the prior 'intel raid'.

Greeza, normally on guns, was manning the bomb-bay doors while the drop harnesses were swinging into position, quick release seats for mandalorians aboard to prepare for quick exit to the strike. Gripper was broadcasting holographic data for everyone to review, tightbeaming it to HUDs for those who preferred it.

"It's an old waystation, pre-Palpatine Empire. Forgotten about, but it was on Imperial records, so we might be dealing with pirates who think they can use stormtrooper tech. Be wary." the red lights in the hangar cast ruddy shadows as she moved, ready to mount up with Hadrix as he was running checks. "It was open air, but scout flights showed either camo-netting or a flimsiplast roof, keep aware so you don't get caught up. We'll be overhead in t-minus two minutes. Low altitude drop. Be ready to hit your jets if you don't have anti-gravs."

Sumi Kora was sitting on one of the quick-drop seats. There was no use for restraints here, and her jetpack kept her from finding comfort within the seat. She listened quietly to the brief all the while prepping an E-11 carbine by priming its cartridge and setting the weapon to Incendiary, Kill. She waited for the floor to drop out.

Armor check completed and bracers locked into place, Narsai nodded at the words offered in advice for potentially tangling rooftop landings. A check of the blade sheathed just below the small of her back and the armored Ordo Alor gave a little handsign to signal she was good to go to the rest of the team. She didn't stop to talk to Kar or Tayli, she'd already spent time with the pair -before- the mission began, but now it was time to focus on the task ahead.

A look left, a look right, the humor of mentioning stormtrooper gear wasn't lost on her as she noted Sumi prepping the E-11 wasn't lost on her, but she then brought her head back to center, ready to drop.

Jallo reaches around tapping all his weapon attachment points making sure that each and every one is secure before he nods a bit, <"Ready to drop"> His energy bow is pulled up and brought into his hand strapping the grip to his left hand for the drop and jetpack before he'd actually fully deploy the weapon.

Mai Dara didn't get ready. Mai Dara stayed ready. The pirate life had a way of diong that to a person. Rifle in hand, vambraces prepped, she female Dara looked around at the crew, the lights on her jetpack already twinkling. The worst sort of fire light, of a sort. A taste of things to come, if she was lucky. "I am a go."

<"So pirates with some higher tech gear than they should have their hands on. Fun."> Terek responds, as he goes over the data one more time. He notes the spots where the netting is, giving one more check of his jetpack before it's time to go, <"Do we have any idea on numbers?"> He'd expect more than they dealt with during their initial intel extraction.

<<"It was one of the only things he remained tight lipped on. But it's another step in the crumb trail.">> Hadrix replies to Terek's inquiry on comms.

As the counter continues to tick down, when the timer is down to five seconds all lights in the bay drop and the sensation of the craft pulling up ever so slightly comes before the bay-doors snap open at a rate far faster than one might have for a cargo hatch and with that the drop seats swing down, quite literally a second before green lights set at cardinal points of the hatch go online.

Shoulder and hip restraints open and at the slap of a switch along either side of one's head they tilt and drop to deposit the rider into open air. Beneath their feet and coming fast, the sight of the outpost - whatever is covering it doing a fine job of looking like sand dunes, if not for the jetwash of the blockade runner.

Entries, possible ones at least, are visible at four points... and of course there is the option to go straight down.

<<"Keep a few alive, or minimize exterior damage. This is their pickup spot, could be used to ambush them later.">>

Cut to a peaceful scene of people eating, swapping jokes, and enjoying a good sense of comradery. It's a regular evening, nothing of concern.

BOOOOOOM!

The ceiling caves in and a vortex of dust and debris sweep out. The salad is ruined. And people scramble backward in shock, spilling chairs, drinks, and the contents of their plate. Before there's even a warning cry, an E-11 blaster catches some poor sod right in the face, transforming the interior of his skull into an inferno that /literally/ burns his eyes out with white-hot flames.

A second person is caught mid-chest, the incendiary bolt exploding out their back and caking the wall with organic matter.

Sumi lands on top of a table that gives out and falls an additional two-and-a-half feet.

Nailed it.

Rifle pans and Sumi is on the move. <<"Two targets down!">> She growls, charging for the next opponent.

No idea on numbers? Well, that just made it a little more exciting. As the bay doors snap open and the drop seat swings down Narsai's armored form plumets with the well-practiced twist in orientation taking her drop into the intended landing. Even as they fell her eyes swept left and right behind her visor, scanning for perimeter defenses, entry points or unfortunate guards outside enjoying deathsticks who were about to have a really bad day. They needed some alive? Fair enough, minimal damage to the exterior had her chuckling lightly despite herself.

<<"Easy on the rockets and grenades then everyone.">>

With Sumi heading straight down Narsai lifts a hand to signal she was moving to one of the other side points, though the drop was really putting the 'dynamic' in this entry. <<"Hitting one of the points of entry, don't let anyone slip the net or an ambush is impossible.>>

The sound of her beskad being drawn and Narsai's voice calls out over the coms before she steps out of the shadows. <<"Another down, eyes open for anyone who looks to be in command.">

Jallo's body jerks a bit as it's released from the ship's harnesses and then is buffetted by the winds before the jetpack kicks in as he zips through watching one trail heading right into the middle of the compound another landing near one exit Jallo heads towards another one his bow extending into the fully functional energy bow as his feet hit the ground drawing back to fire an arrow shaking off the dust from the drop before he hits the target with his second shot.

As the team separated, each going to a different point of entry, Mai kept tabs on the potential entry points, vectoring away from the two ground entrances already taken, leaving her with the third. A few blasts on her pack changed her course, and the cut out allowed her to hit the ground running. Not that there was much running. More a few hops and then a kick to throw open the door. And then, something like blind firing into the room, as the trigger was depressed in that second before her helmet had adjusted to the decreased light level. Somewhere between 'I am looking into the face of the Sun' and 'Oh, it's comfortable dim in here.' But mostly it seems entirely pitch black for a second. Which, did her no favours as the shot went wide, taking out a pock of preserves, quite likely. A tragedy of culinary proportions.

One of the things that Terek has always respected about the Kora clan, even before he joined what seems like forever ago, their leaders always lead from the front. So when he watches Sumi drop straight through the roof and into the canteen, he follows suit, firing his jetpack at the last second before he hits the roof, and then drops down into the already made hole.

He fires at one of the pirates with his left hand weapon, the Glie hitting a spot on the ground as he comes down. Once he's on the ground though, his right hand brings his W-35 back over to the same target he had been firing at, letting off two quick shots, the golden bolts lancing through his chest and sending him sprawling over one of the tables.

As the Mandalorians rain down onto the field base, a hole 'cut' in the center of the cover tarp, pandemonium ensues. Figures who had been rising at the sound of approaching engines calling out as blasters fire and blades swing. Voices of various timbre call out and fire is returned in kind in the havoc of kicked up dust and rocket smoke mingling with weapons discharge creating a murky haze to maneuver through.

Numbers remain hazy and unsure for the moment, but there's enough to hold off an assault by Sand People, or other gangs at the very least.

To one side of Sumi, behind her really, lands Hadrix with an audible WHUD of impact. Knees flexing to absorb the impact and realizing he'd forgotten to grab a weapon while running pre-drop logistics - Hadrix pulls a heavy spanner from his equipment rig, a 3 foot long likely used in todays maintenance and now prepared for another sort of 'fixing'.

From a dugout to one side of the base, more figures and fire begin pouring, trying to find a bead on an enemy while hoping to avoid 'blue on blue'.

One pirate spins as their skull cracks with the impact of maintenance equipment, turning as blaster bolts splash against his back and then shoulder plate, swinging hard to break ribs as Al'Verde Kora smashes his weapon into their chest. Crimson criss-crosses and voices call out positions, attempting to focus fire streams.

Sumi didn't flinch away from the incoming fire, she just pivoted toward it and stepped away from the debris. She walked right by the poor guy getting some dental work done by Commander Hadrix, the muffled impact of the wrench leaving an unseen smirk on her face.

From across the way they had more people pouring out from the dug out. Sumi took aim and fired, comically hitting dirt with the first shot, but the second found purchase. The result of the impact saw the man hit ground frantically trying to put out a fire that would claim his life. <<"Hostiles in the open.">>

Shots sing out, blaster points hitting walls and nimbly missing the shorter Mandalorian woman who approached.

Narsai's gloves hand lifted, sending pieces of equipment hurtling towards one of the pirates who manages to dive under the attempted headtrauma.

Well, hopefully others were having more luck with non-lethal as she lifts her sword to beckon at the pirates. <<"Come on then, show me what you've got!">>

Incoming fire always has the right of way, and that's why Terek is quick to duck below one of the bolts that's coming towards him, managing to duck under it as it barely misses his shoulder. With his shoulder down, he drives his way forward into one of the pirates, the W-35 pressed against his chest and there's a THUMP as the bolt blasts up into him at point blank. Terek grabs hold of him to put him in between himself and the other pirates, shoving the blaster under his arm and firing another shot at a second pirate behind him who'd just been hit, sending him to the ground. Terek turns his Weequay shield to the side, and the body absorbs a couple of bolts for him.

<<"Watch the dugouts.">> adding to Sumi's note, Hadrix takes off at an immediate run, arm swinging to one side to smash into the side of a pirate's neck, collapsing them to the ground. Footsteps carrying him through the hailstorm. Pirate numbers lessening, but still thick enough to put up a fight.

One falls and another seems to take their place in the melee, shots bouncing off of curved plates, splattering against Mandalorion iron or impacting against the walls. Flipping over tables or diving behind crates when exploding arrows and plasma is hurled around them.

Rolling into a slide, the Massive Mandalorian drops down into one of the dugouts, a wild swing going wide of a pirate's leg and earning him a shot to the back of his helmet from a nikto seeming intent on finding out just how lucky he is. Eyes widening when another arm comes around to put a revolver in his gut before the trigger is squeezed.

Entrances blocked, those within commit to the fight, calling out invectives and battle orders alike, trying to increase fire intensity in the face of obliteration.

Taking a shot to the dome left Sumi's senses 'ringing'. Blurred vision and an aching neck left her dazed, pausing in her approach to take a knee while she sorted things out. In an effort to provide covering fire, she popped off two bursts from the carbine. Meanwhile, she shakes her head, trying to rid herself of the ringing and disorientation. <"Ugh!">

A blaster bolt pings into Narsai's arm, the Beskar'gam ringing as paint is scorched and the redhead earns a new bruise, but she gives a flick of her wrist and sends more objects pelting pirates, though none with enough force to actually achieve the non-lethal she'd intended.

<<"Ugh...Cyare Vod, Sumi, anyone, tell me you've knocked some down, I'm having no luck here.">>

Jallo's moving in slowly string coming back arrow flying out... and missing the string coming back arrow flying back and slamming into the grubby little pirate and Jallo just pauses for a moment, <"That was effective when it finally hit."> Then he toggles the bow to put it away and reaches down to pull out a different weapon, <"But it's time for a new tactic because that was getting me nowhere.">

The difference between Mai's rifle and most, was that there was nothing neat and tidy about what she was doing. No cauterization, no hole you maybe could look through like a spyglass. No, the big slugthrower was a thresher, and the pirate Mai took aim at ended up with more than a spyglass, it was a porthole, spraying bone and blood before Mai advanced, trying to get closer in to the enemy that mattered.

The cathar's shield served his purpose, "Catch!" He calls out over the noise of the battle, planting his feet and throwing the body at one of the remaining pirates, using the moment of distraction as he throws the body to take aim. The W-35 blasts him in the body as he falls backwards with the body on top of him. Terek, satisfied he's not getting back up, turns to his left, firing across his body at one of the still standing pirates and catching them across the arm. A couple of millimeters to the left and he'd have missed.

Numbers dropping, the pirates continue to pour on as they're forced into small pockets, watching members of their remaining number battered down under fire of conventional an archaic means. Falling back as one has a wrench crushed into the jaw of one of their number and others staring at the crimson figure thrusting her hands at others drawing confused looks.

There's less than a dozen left though, trying to find a route to charge to escape if they can get themselves into a proper wedge.

Sumi kept her position, still dazed from the head shot, vision blurry. Fear never really entered the equation, but she wasn't at her best, and rushing into close quarters would prove fatal. Incoming shots pocked up the ground around her, and she fired back, mindful of allies, but still shooting int he general direction of their foemen! She shook her head again, trying to get rid of the disorientation!

Sometimes archaic is the way to go. Rushing through the debris she'd been scattering much to the confusion of the pirates, Narsai reverted to something easy to understand: sharp metal.

Her Beskad cut, biting into muscle and flesh with a pair of cuts that had her foe disabled. They could question that one later.

The next target seems to catch on, ducking the swing that might have taken his head otherwise.

Jallo starts to hum to himself as the spear at his thigh is drawn forth the bow returned to it's holster. Kept in it's shortened form he springs forward stabbing one of the pirates with it before he pulls the spear free extending the shaft to it's full length as he twirls it and settles into his fighting stance, <"Sporting chance is over now.">

As the enemy moved to try to funnel themselves into an escape route, Mai moved as well. Given she wore no beskar (though they didn't know that), it was probably not a wise idea to volunteer herself as tribute. But, that was the job. Go where the enemy wants to run to. Not having the time to stop and aim the big rifle, Mai settled for shooting at one of the moving figured with the laser built into her bracer. Another went down. Not completely out, but the woman wasn't running. Totally a win.

Still some of them standing. Terek turns towards one of the dugouts and fires his blaster into the opening a couple of times, managing to strike one pirate down as he pushes forward. There's not a lot of them left standing at this point, he knows one more good push from the Mandalorian force and it should be over.

Three remain in the wake of blades, gunfire, and wrench. Moving as one as they start to charge, heading through the wreckage and refuse for Amaia's guarded entrance, carbines barking and spraying fire intended to get her cleared from their egress point.

Still disoriented, Sumi continued to fire in the general direction of the combatants. With blurred vision, a splitting headache, and probably a concussion she wasn't doing anyone any favors until she was able to get some first aid. <<"Need a medic.">> Sumi finally relented, and took to propping herself up against something before her world could decide to go sideways. It was hard to fall from the ground!

Sword swinging, Narsai's blade bit down on her next target, red cast off by the woman who was closing down her pathway. With the last target down in her way, she comes forwards. Sumi's call for a medic bringing a switch of her weapon to her off-hand and the woman making forwards. She'd cover the injured, assess and treat the wounded...as long as the others were able to catch those that were running.

Three against one was not a good look. No it was not. But Mai Dara was nothing if not reckless and impulsive. And, completely, entirely, absolutely unwilling to stand down from a fight. As the three remaining pirates charged her way, the other Dara dropped the rifle she still held in one hand, a blossom of humming light erupting from the laser-less vambrace, spinning out into a shield which she used to absorb the incoming blaster fire. The normally brilliant blue white light whined and shuddered, turning a painful purple, almost red as the batteries sustaining the shield were, almost immediately, pushed nearly to capacity. But the Dara remained standing, hoping, against hope, that she would be enough of a distraction to give the rest of the team a chance to take out the remainder...before they started shooting her again. One down, two down, and while she did manage to get a shot off, the third was still intent on bum-rushing her.

Terek's weapons try to track the last target, but there's too many other Mandos in close quarters with them. Hitting them with swords and wrenches and the like. Terek does manage to squeeze off a shot from the Glie that punches through without hitting any friendlies, and catching the last standing pirate in the side with it.

The final pirate, stumbled from their injury is brought up short when their exit is blocked by the shield bearing Mandalorian, only to pitch over when the wrench slams into the side of their head. Knocked to the ground in the sudden silence.

The base operatives put down and allowing for the next step for this little plan.

Ambush.