Log:The Bliptettjupp Chronicles: It Shows You What You Want

The Bliptettjupp Chronicles: It Shows You What You Want

OOC Date: February 18, 2022
Location: Jedha
Participants: Bizz Bliptettjupp, Valeska Jaivon, Shaali Brak, Sumi Kora, Jallo Dara, Hahtavi Kora and Zee'roh Kora, Orin, Zevin Daodhri, Fae Renta, Hapvarnna, Hadrix Kora as GM Clan Kora

More puzzles, examined by Brother Bizz. Mysticism and riddles created by people who've created religious orders to worship the wielders of the Force. Panels sliding with equipment concealed to lend a further mystical air to the hidden entrance to a long lost shrine. A pathway opened and lit by old lanterns tapping into natural gas veins judging by the color of the flame within the old, cracked, and dusty bulbs of hued glass that throw coloured light across the walls and floor. The tiles etched with markings exulting the Jedi. The walls set with grand bas reliefs of a single figure. Her expression stern in some, serene in others and in a small few she seems to be gazing to horizons from beneath her hood.

Iconography of figures with hood like helmets that sweep down to their shoulders and stylized T-Visors fight with Jedi, figures dressed in robes but with sabers carved jagged or wielding evil looking blades. Figures in armor fighting along side or against the Jedi - some overrunning figures with their lightsabers tumbling to the ground. But in all reliefs with the woman whose imagery dominates, she is leading victory over all she faces.

Not all is pristine though. But not worn or cracked by time. There are marks of vibro-chisels having pried pieces from the wall. Having defaced some of the reliefs. There are even points where recent blaster fire has scarred some of the displayed history of this mystery woman of the Jedi Order.

All of it leading towards a tall, narrow, stone door set with long mirrored durasteel panels, reflecting the approaching figures in eerie ghostlight.

He didn't like spending time on the hoversled, but the half-Echani did it. Orders are orders, and much as he'd rather have been hoofing it or riding a spamel, he knew from experience that even blaster burns largely absorbed by armor take time to heal with the best treatment. They're in the middle of the Jedha desert. The best treatment was hundreds of miles away. So he waited.

With the group now entering the concealed chambers and the path leading through the strange lights, Zevin waits no longer. He has a shotgun in a tactical sling for quick and easy access, a blaster pistol on his bandolier, and his revolver at his hip, but his hand finds a way to stay closest to the retractable Z6 stun baton on his other hip no matter how they move. If a cave battle isn't a close quarters combat, nowhere is.

His gaze never rests one place for long. Call it paranoia if you like: they've dealt with enough hostiles that Zevin Daodhri acts as though the presence of an enemy in this seemingly-forgotten ruin is a foregone conclusion. <"Blaster scorches on the walls. The carbon scorin's only hours old. Somethin's in here, all right. Or just was.">

The shrine's welcoming party left something to be desired unless one desired a few extra, pointy teeth for their collection and a skull for the Ealor throne. Valeska doesn't fancy either, wanting instead to just get away from the now dead creatures lest their bodies attract more of their kind to feed.

Walking with the team, she is at Sumi's side bit a slight distance. <"You good, Chief? That was a nasty attack, yeah?"> She knew the answer but wanted to ask anyways.

Zevin's note of company has Valeska grumping heavier than she does each time she finds yet another relief revering the Force Users: her own opinion on the Force and its wielders -- namesly the Jedi -- being a rather sour one. <"Oh, grand. At least these ones presumably have thumbs and drek. Hopefully not made out of smoke and shadow.">

The fight in the box canyon had been a little intense against large creatures they couldn't even see. Hahtavi has butchered one of them to remove the head to retain the skull, which he has managed to lash to his spamel that objected to the blood and stink of it.

Now back inside he's cleaned his gauntlets of the muck, checked his rifle and eased through the partition into the next chamber with the others. Before them stands the tall, narrow doorway and the durasteel panels.

The carvings upon the walls take Hahtavi's interest. The T-visored figures in armor. He quietly explores the chamber until they are ready to press on, rifle in his hands. Aye, others have been here recently so he's vigilant but silent.

Brother Bizz leaves the camels and dead maalgas beasts and other trifles outside. He uses a glowing ball of Naboo core matter as a lantern, casting a pinkish-purple glow on the figures on the walls. His fingers trace the marred bas-reliefs. "It must be the shrine to the Jedi seer. But it has been defiled. Who would discharge blasters in this holy place?" He goes forward to the stone door, squinting at it.

"Old stones carved to convey the heroism of perceived good and evil. For an Order presented to project balance, the story is one sided." Sumi intones while looking up at a statue. She has a smoke between her scarred lips, helmet tucked under her arm, for now. Her armor's paint is streaked from the sharp teeth that bore down on her torso sometime ago. She looks like something tried to eat her, and failed.

Sumi's brows perk slightly when Val regards her, and after a draw from the smoke, she pulls it free and sighs out. "Nah, that was a good time. If you ain't getting rekked up on the regular, then you ain't trying."

Zee doesn't like anything to do with caverns since the last time she went along into a cavern. She only marginally cares about history of any kind, much less biological history, and even Mandalorian heriage was only as important to her as it was important to her clan. So she's here because they are... and that's the extent of it. Seated in the hovercharriot, she's rechecking her weapons.. Slide pulled back with her index finger to make sure her Dagger ballistics pistol is loaded before setting it back in the holster on her leg.

She glances around, takes in the scoring, but didn't come along expecting that this would be an easy in and out. Clan Kora doesn't do easy in and out. There's other, lesser, not as martial Clans that are likely far cheaper for that.

Jedi. She sucks her teeth behind the Visor of her helmet and stretches her legs out, ankles crossed and her hands laced behind her head.

<"Blaster burns. Hot sun. Chapped lips. Things that want to kill us. What's new, Daodhri? I hate this rekking planet."> Fae Renta says. She's rarely one to mince words, especially when lack of chapstick and good moisturizer has soured her mood. There's a hiss of depressurization when she pulls her helmet off. Her blonde braid has a streak of purple woven through it falls from her helmet in a ponytail over her right shoulder.

A glance over her shoulder towards Sumi and Valeska, and there's an amused chuff of laughter from Fae when Sumi takes a drag from one of those cigarettes she'd found after the ambush by the statue. Still, the smell of blaster burns is enough for Fae to draw her E-11 from the holster on her thigh and peel back the stock that's been tucked up beneath the barrel. Tucks that stock up against the pad of her shoulder, too.

"I want to get out of this armorrrr," she laments.

Another hiss of pressure intake as she pulls the helmet back on.

Orin moves a bit more towards the rear of the group, eyes ever forward. Yet the carvings on the wall take up his interest as it tells of an old battle. <"The Jedi must've been worthy opponents, and respected us just as much to do art."> Orin means 'us' as in Mandalorians, of course.He keeps his hands firmly holding his LD rifle, ready for anything that might jump out at them.

Their stay has been paved in blood, after all. <"You and me both."> Orin tells Fae on the matter of hating the planet. <"But I consider it a good proving ground."> 

<"Looters, probably. My question is: what were they shooting at?">

Orin has no comment about the Force. Likely he holds indifference.

Shaali is making her way along for this trip, still. Even if she was off using the bathroom for the last fight. But she's still here, her big chonky blaster pistol clutched in her hand. During the walk through the cave, her eyes fall upon the art but she doesn't pay it much mind. Not her religious order, not her problem. She does listen to any running commentary, not having much of her own to contribute. She's also sticking close to Hahtavi, the Mando she knows the best out of this group.

While everyone was off having a BLAST -- one of the Clan Kora would be left behind. Really, 'left back'. For three, gleaming, reasons:

"Y'gritti. I must insist that you reconsider the application of high-explosive devices to the wildlife." The Most-Gold, a ZED speaks.

"Indeed, Y'gritti. What is the intent?" The Most-Brass utters. Both cycloptic ZEDs stand on either side of the entrance to the Temple while between them stands the Sun-Worshipper. His armor gleaming and painted like flames! Oranges and reds! Golds! A great gleaming sun-catcher gem at the top of those twin-horns of his helm...and the Togruta in his Dreadfinder Armor winds det-cord around a captured...rat...thing. "Ifffff....IF. If. /If/ Rakkaaaa, and Takkaaaaa or Takka or Rakkaaaa sees a thing?" There's a detonator tossed to either of the droids. The little creature slung over a stone left to squeel and reeeeeee all on its own, "I will, him, ME - I will ffffeeeeeel it, yeah? Yes. 'Gruuuuta tricks." A tap of metal-clad finger, to metal-clad montral.

That was awhile ago. Now? Now, Hapvarnna trails at the rear of the group, rifle in hand, that weighted gait of his metal leg causing a sort of cadence in the heavy armor. Thump-thump-thump.

The hover sled can go no further, left behind at the entrance to the hall - the door with mirror inserts showing it to be uncentered - one of the double panels pushed slightly inward and giving a distortion to the reflection. The scent of carbon scoring and expended tibanna thick in the air, thicker at the doorway.

<"Thousands of years, Jallo... Brother Bizz - this shrine was built during the Cold War, wasn't it? After Malachor?"> Hadrix's grumble audible - and because closed spaces mean quieter weapons would be better... So of course the big man has slug pistols in each fist. A dagger eight millimeter in the left and his Morellian hand cannon in the right.

A gust of air current makes that partly opened door shake, shift and almost close and then drift back inward again. Not enough to see through, but thankfully without more than a whisper of stone on grit and no latching sound to give things away.

<"Well. Someone's gotta,"> Zev grunts, and he pushes the doors open, both panes at once, Aragorn-style. In for a penny, in for a pound. Then he takes the group's first steps into the next chamber, activating the Z6 baton as he does so, scanning for anything that moves and any traps.

There is a sound from Valeska's vocalizer that is akin to a short huff of a laugh towards Sumi's reply. <"If that's the case, I must be doing things right all the rekkin' time, yeah? I might be spared to do things wrong once in a---">

Valeska's speech doesn't pause or hiccup. It flat-out aborts itself. Tension pulls taut her shoulders and the barrel of her carbine rises with the motion. Her visor settles on the door ahead and she is just in the middle of saying <"Wait, Zev. I hear someth--">

Too late.

The doors open and all hell breaks loose. It is a rain of red streaks practically bursting through the opening. Barely making out the figures in white armour, Valeska is on the move. A sidestep to press against the wall to avoid being fried by bolts then a pair of return fire spiritually erases two aggressors from the shrine. Though their bodies may end up entombed here.

There is .. something... that draws Hahtavi's attention. It turns his helm, drawing him as he hears something. It's faint though and he doesn't say anything at first, trying to figure out what it might be he's hearing and where it's coming from. While he's doing that, Zevin walks over easy as you please and just flings open the double doors stylishly. Maybe it was his Sumi impersonation.

And there they are! Stormtroopers looting the temple, how droll. Hahtavi's rifle that's already in his hands snaps up but between him and them - the door is a choke point. If it were his choice he'd make the troopers charge through it to come at him but ...

Some things Hahtavi doesn't get to choose.

Blaster bolts start flying this way and that as the Officer orders the Stormtroopers to open fire. There's no time to dive for cover as Hahtavi chooses targets and let's loose. His Galaar hits one squarely in the chest, frying them dead before they hit the ground in a heap thrown backwards, and his second shot takes another in the shoulder but doesn't quite drop'm.

There's barely time to glance back at Shaali to see if she's still on her feet, <"Find cover!"> She's welcome to ignore his advice.

Brother Bizz adjusts his robe's extra material. He responds to Hadrix and then Sumi, in a sideways manner. "Yes, this seer must have been alive during the Qel-Droma Epics and after. In those times, the Mangolorian Crusaders were tricked by the Sith into serving them, and they fought the Jedi Knights and the Republic. It must have been four kiloannums ago. But this shrine was built hundreds of years after, when saints of the Jedi were venerated on Jedha." He quiets upon hearing something beyond the doors. "I think I hear..." but Zevin opens the door anyway, so. Bizz splutters. "They are stealing the holy kaiburr mirror!" Then he gets SHOT, the blaster bolt burning a hole in his robe and sizzling in the armor he wears beneath. "Ow! You have desecrated this HOLY PLACE!" He activates the vanes on his stun baton and charges forward, cutting off one Stormtrooper at the knee with crackling BZZZZZ ZZZZZZ ZZZZZT.

"Ah, time to start trying again. Hold on, boys! Gotta put on my hardhat.." Sumi dons her helmet, the black visor washing out with reflective silver the moment the seal is made and HUD boots up. The feline-eared helmet tips up then, and she wheels about the heavy T27 assault weapon and avoids cover despite Mando'ade calling for it.

Smoke, dust.. it all swirls around in chaos, but Sumi's HUD picks up where her friendlies are thanks to IFF. So she pivots in the direction the bolt that /just/ missed her came from. Her thumb switches the fire selector to grenade, and Sumi yells, <"Hold onto this for me! Hahaha!">

THUUUUUUUUMP!

The cannister fires, breaking super-sonic speed to meet its minimum velocity to trigger its fuse, so when it impacted some lowly ranked Stormtrooper right in the chest, it teleported parts of him all over the inner sanctum and released a violent wave of kinetic concussive energy that consumed a group of troopers in its kill radius.

Sumi 'slingshots' the charging handle, ejecting the spent casing of the explosive from the breach, then thumbed down the burst. What came next was the sound of automatic fire married with an amused scream from a Mando colored in the flashing hue of crimson!

<"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!">

Zee is watching the battlefield through a whole different set of eyes. Even from beneath the advanced technology of her visor, her bare eyes are by far better... They naturally shift into a visual spectrum until she's seeing through the haze of smoke filling the cavern, highlighting enemies in a bright glow of Orange through pale-blue.

Her rifle slings up into her shoulder, <<"More troopers coming in from side passages. I have a bead on the officer and another running away with the mirror.">> She takes aim at that silly little hat First Order brass always wears and puts a slug into her. It knocks her clean off her feet.

Zee takes up a position behind a pillar to provide herself a little cover, but she's ready to run in there soon as she's given the word. <<"We're going to have more company soon.">>

<"Ohhh don't mind me reckon ahm just gonna open this here door I reckon!"> Fae Renta says in her absolute best (bad) Zevin Daodhri impression. She's hugging the hallway wall shortly after a blaster bolled scorched through the air over her shoulder and chunked itself into the wall over her head. It made her yelp, it did. A little yelp of surprise, and not the good sort of surprise like when Sumi gets her chocolates or flowers for no reason at all. Like the bad kind.

<"Why does everything want to kill me?!"> Sumi is hucking a grenade over her shoulder and towards the source of blaster fire behind dust, and that seems a good opportunity as ever for her to ... run ... into the room and behind a nice big chunky spot of cover she'd spotted.

<"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"> is the sound she makes as she runs. Back to cover, she lifts that E-11 up against her shoulder and then rolls right, letting it rest atop a flat spot of cover as she inhales through her nostrils and holds her breath. Holds that breath.

A squirrely looking person named MOOKS (she doesn't know that) rubs her the wrong way, and she's decided that she's personally going to be the one who kills him. Why? The crime of being named Mooks.

-KREW-

-KREW-

When the doors open, and the Stormtroopers beyond are revealed, Shaali freezes. She doesn't lift her weapon or try and dodge or go for cover. She just stands there staring, dumbly, at the First Order troopers. And when the shooting begins? She stares some more. Even as a blaster bolt aimed at her arches high and over her head to splash uselessly against the wall. Then she's being yelled at. It's enough to snap her out of whatever fugue was trying to set in, and she begins to move. There's a pivot and a turn, and she's pressing against the wall. Her pistol is up and pointed in the right direction, at least. But there's nobody she can see to shoot at. Not after the grenade goes off. She just holds position and waits, trying to pick out baddies in the haze.

The doors open and there's troooers! Orin immediately ducks into a good spot of cover and takes a shot, striking one in the chest, killing immediately. <"Always the soldiers on this planet, you'd think they'd surprise us with a Rancor or something!">

From the rear of the group, as Sumi goes and turns Postman, there comes a cry from behind her as there a horned-figure stands! <"SUUUUUUUN! Let themmm hearrrrr your SONNNG, Sumiiii-Korrraaaa! SUUUUUN!"> His gem glitters.

But then one hand tugs on the straps on his armored chest, and Hapvarnna isn't removing Fire. But Ice. A switch flicked, the tube begins to radiate an icy blue light. Chemicals can be seen starting to mix. Laughter, mad, wild laughter from the Togruta shaman kicks up and he just -- hucks the cryoban into the room. <"ONCE! Once, He was, I was even, told that ALL! But ALL Storrrrmtrooperrrrs were sick, and this sickness could only be cured if THEY DID! They! Did ONE thing!"> The Dreadfinder helm glitters in the firelight of weapons, <"Chill."> Because puns are the greatest form of comedy, and the discharge of the cryoban grenade can be heard as a horrible hissing - detonating at the feet of the officer.

Jallo nods a bit as he lets his senses settle over everything, <"It is amazing I will admit to that."> As Zevin moves to open the door Jallo's helmet sweeps the room one last time before... Oh crap. He reaches behind him to grasp his spear extending it out from it's reduced size to the full size, <"Oh this will be fun. Surrender we have you surrounded?!"> Then he starts to run towards the Stormtroopers and right into the cloud of dust and debris from all the blaster and grenades launched into there. <"Oh this is gonna hurt!"> As he flails his spear around he sighs, <"Uh oh.">

The sound of a hammer cocking times with the explosion of a smaller caliber slug pistol firing a split second before the heavy enforcer goes off - coring through the massive hole in plastoid shell armor, kicking the trooper off their feet and throwing them across the room. Stepping into the room at quick step - left arm swinging right to put another round into a stormtrooper not frozen, blasted, or exploded across the room. Head snapping back and helmet falling apart around their shoulders when the slug smashes through.

<"Bizz, what are we here for?">

Two more tech-suited types hustle behind a suddenly depleted group of reinforcements - headed for the pair handling the Kyber Mirror, stumbling over bodies and debris now, unaable to get to the others who are headed for a set of quick-lines hanging from a section of the smashed stain glass windows that grant this room as much of its illumination as the kyber-illuminators themselves.

Somehow the stick swinging miraluka is missed in all of the chaos as Mandalorians pile into the room, two with single black shoulder pads and one with a matched set emerging with weapons firing, the trooper officer pointing to the techs and chopping a hand towards the quick lines while taking a side-step towards them as well.

Despite the madness of it all, it's all very orchestrated. The First Order's elite shock troopers meeting their match against the warriors they're three generations removed from - as far as training and armor. No voices, but heads move while they communicate via their private comms.

<"Oops."> A drawled recognition that maybe, just maybe, opening the door suddenly was a bad decision. <"Sorry 'bout that."> At least he didn't knock.

With the fusillade of blaster bolts and slugs exchanged both directions through the doorway, Zevin tucks his body against the wall just inside, and it is a thorough tuck indeed, awkward though his sprawl may appear, for he is not shot by anyone.

<"Crossin' the threshold."> With that warning, Zevin dives into the next room, sticking to the left side of the corridor to try to stay out of the line of fire. He leans in and lets his momentum carry him back to his feet and leaps up atop Fae's stone cover. He dashes along past her, stun baton held behind him in one hand. When he cartwheels off the far side towards a stormtrooper, all that momentum from the spin is behind the mace when it swings down into the dome of the stormtrooper lieutenant.

The ensuing sickening crack may have just been the helmet, whose hairline fractures spread, or it might have been the neck and some other bones when the electricity courses through the stormtrooper as the lieutenant falls, leaving Zevin with his baton in a guard position in the room that still has plenty of stormtroopers. He tilts his head to the side, cracking his neck, and just stares around him.

The group henceforth known as Mandalorians'n'Friends crash the party in all manner of the word. What had been an organized yet illegal (surely) First Order excavation of a priceliess (maybe) artifact quickly becomes more action than this forgotten shrine has seen in a long, long time. More centuries-old reliefs are pockmarked and scorched. More bodies fall to start the slow process of adding to the inches of ancient dust and dirt.

A rather powerful and painful shot rips through the smoke and blasts and chaos to find purchase in the squishier bits of Valeska. A searing pain hot enough to burn the pattern of her fiberweave into her flesh; a red-hot wound fresh in her right side glowing embers around the edges.

A string of curses ignites her jetpack (also she does it manually) and Valeska flies over the fray to cut off the path of the four monks carting the Kyber Mirror away. <"I suggest you stop!"> She says /after/ blowing one of the load-bearing monks into so much mist.

It is a matter of timing as Mandalorians rush the doorway and through it, charging into the next chamber while bolts continue to fire out of it. Fewer shots now than before. Hahtavi can see Valeska get hit with a harsh burn and yet she manages to jetpack in to try and stop them from getting the heavy kyber crystal mirror to the ascention lines.

Hahtavi goes to help her, rocketeering in through the narrow door, through the thick smoke of blaster bolts and grenades that had gone off, and into the midst of the remaining Stormtroopers.

Even as his boots are descending and about to hit the ground, Haht is firing his Galaar to try and slow their progress. Valeska shot one of them most soundly and he shoots the other! It's an organized sort of chaos.

An instant is taken to check the various icons of his team's IFF markers in his HUD, to see who's wounded, where their people are, and how many unfriends are still marked as targets. Very helpful in the confusion and the smoke.

Bizz is trying to see through the smoke and dust as it clears. "No grenades!" he shouts - a little late as things EXPLODE around him. And he feels especially cold, even on the Winter Mooon; maybe he took a little bit of a cryoban grenade. "Make those technicians surrender! By the FORCE!" The short monk twirls his Z-6 riot baton and smashes out another stormtrooper's leg with a florid BZZZZZ ZZZZZZ ZZZZZT! Pieces of white composite armor are sheared off and go flying.

Sumi drops the heavy repeater after hitting the quick release for her sling. The heavy weapon hits the ground at her feet just as her jetpack ignites and she flies up into the air, passing through a narrow hole to land up top. The century old soldier lands atop the stone, casting her cape aside as she squares off against a platoon of stormtroopers and their large leader.

Confidently, she draws out the length of an ornate arming sword, the ancient steel 'singing' with each subtle movement she makes. Extending the Song blade of Dargul forth, Sumi tips her head up defiantly, offering the troops their reflection in her visor.

<"Are you all willing to die here?"> Stepping into her battle stance, the song blade sings into position. <"I am."> Then, she steps off to run toward them.

With Zee'Roh around, giving orders is a dangerous thing for the enemy. Start removing those pauldron boys, that mando is targetting Officers. Stalking through the smoke like a panther, she takes aim at one of the pair of sargeants and puts a bullet in his back. It might not kill him, but it definitely shuts him up. Which, at the end of the day, is what she was hoping for.

If a man can't breath he can't direct.

Fae is still pressed behind that cover. Though she'd squeezed a shot at one of the Mooks, it scrambled up and appears to be in the process of making off like a Pikmin with some rather fancy-looking mirror. Curious. Still, with Valeska jetpacking towards them and squeezing off a few shots, Fae decides to mix things up a little, you know? Take some shots at some people shooting at her and her friends. That's a good idea! That big one, yeah! The Sergeant!

--KRACK--

Zeero drops one and Fae laughs over comms -- that happy, almost music laugh that she saves for moments of intense violence. <<"Sit down.">> Fae holds her breath and squeezes the trigger on her E-11. A flurry of blaster bolts screams towards the last one standing. More miss than hit, but sometimes it's about intimidation.

She exhales slowly and waits to see if either of the two get back up.

<"And stay. Good dog.">

Shaali starts to slide along the edge of the wall, staying a few feet off of it as she goes. Her blaster pistol comes up as she gets closer, eyes trying to keep track of all the various shenanigans that are going on in the cave. And then she's dropping to a knee, tucking her right leg up under her. Her left elbow comes to rest on her knee as a stabilizing element, and she begins to line up her blaster on one of those ascension lines. She breathes out, and squeezes the trigger once, and then twice. All she manages is a spray of sparks, her blaster shots smacking into the cave wall and cooking the rocks.

While Clan moves on to secure additional footing, the Y'gritti, the Togruta - Hapvarnna - moves slow over those who had been slain. But better, is the hunter in his Dreadfinder Armor steps over that cryogenically near-liquidified officer. Leaning down over her to give a prod at the helmet with a finger, then another in the chestplate. Rifle set across the knees. <"Ayyyy! Ayy!"> The call goes out. Those with augmented HUDs begin to receive data-packets, for as Hapvarnna pokes the armor, tugs, smacks it. He's digging into the barely-a-corpse woman's torso, her armpit, neck. Then entering the data directly to his Clan. It's a gruesome sight, surely, but the tall Togruta treats it the same as any other animal - until he is done - and the First Order Officer's helm can be taken from the cadaver. Strapped to his belt, and the T-visor shifts this way, then that way, scanning the face. The voice calls across the comms again, as Hapvarnna shifts to another, <"Sleeeeeep, end-of-mes! Sleep! Be still and let Him learrrrrrn, to bring the painless-death. The Good Death. You do nnnot-t-t-t-t want them to sufferrr, yeah?"> Another prod. Another poke. Removing the helm off a Stormtrooper next.

Jallo spins and swings his spear at one of the Stormtroopers jabbing it with the pointy end then adjusting his stance he stabs again getting another good poke with the pointy end before he flicks the blood off the blade, <"Why are there so many plastic buckets here?">

Sumi's charge is met with a half dozen troopers raising blasters to open fire on her in a directed fusillade, intent on halting her advance even as the larger one, the seventh, raises a vibro-ax and begins a slow walk towards the charging Mandalorian - external speakers clicking online with a hot-mic'd voice filled with rage, turning it liquid.

<"Hammer of the First Order. Tip of the Spear..."> the next step the start of a jog, <"Champion of The Supreme Leader!"> her voice growing more manic as the ax is swung up and into a fully committed overhand meant for Sumi's head.

Below blaster and slug fire continues to make the shrine a dizzying mess of sound, smoke and screams with the thinning numbers dwindling to near none.

<<"Haht, Val, secure that mirror.">> Barked over comms with Bizz's urgency for the recovery of the huge slab of Kyber being carried around haphazardly. Hadrix thumbs the hammer of his revolver with a sonorous -klick- raised as if to roll the cylinder against the cheek guard of his helmet and the automatic held, following the line of his eye.

The stormtroopers keep at it though, no hesitation - even in the face of overwhelming odds. No fear, only seeking the fleeting chance of turning the tide.

Somehow.

Zevin does not transmit anything, and nothing comes out from his vocoder, when he takes a shot in the chest. The left side, specifically, adjacent to the sternum. /Exactly/ where he got shot mere days ago. He hears Sumi issue a challenge, through the din, and as the numbers below have thinned and Valeska and Hahtavi go to take the mirror back, he soars through the roof trailing smoke, and lands amidst the horde supporting this titan of a stormtrooper up here. A swift stab with his shock baton brings one down.

Even with Hahtavi's help, these mooks are dead-set on making off with their prize. A foolish endeavour, really. Especially since one is dead and those who possibly hired them are be turned into permanent fixtures. Still, they are willing to go against a pair of Mandalorians standing in their way and that's gotta mean something.

And that often means that something nastier is waiting for them should they disobey orders.

Sumi's mic picks it up but only barely. Those words Valeska has heard before. That rumble but in a different voice. She looks up with a new, more pronounced tension in her full body. <"By the Maker. We need to get up there. Fast."> But orders are orders and Valeska is quick to move into the way of the scurrying, mirror-carrying monk. She doesn't give him a warning this time. Instead, she lets her carbine do the convincing for her by propelling one of his comrades into the far wall and painting a serene relief of Jedi saints with blood.

<"Hadrix. I think Sumi just found one of the creche."> In case he hadn't heard it.

There's a bit of chaos still going on, but Hahtavi's backing up Valeska who's really on the ball today, despite her wound. His rifle is lifted as he side steps and fires upon one of the mooks trying to distract him - it worked! The Galaar burns a hold right through the son of a hutt and fries his shebs! Down he goes.

<<"Working on it, ori'vod.">> But instead of trying to take a second shot, Hahtavi shifts his position around to try and get a better angle on the one who's carrying that blasted mirror thing that Bizz is so worried about.

There's a quick glance up at the hole Sumi and then Zev rocketeered up into to the roof and sounds of fighting up there. <<"Aye, we need to. I'll grab this mirror this di'kut is carrying and you fry him, Val. We'll get it safely set down and head up!">>

If she agrees to the plan, Hahtavi's already trying to get into a position he can try to secure the fragile artifact and turn that mook about to present it's back to Valeska...

Brother Bizz is sweating profusely even as the wintery winds whip down from a smashed rooftop window above. Stormtroopers aren't reasonable, so he whacks the remaining two with his stun baton. One has his knee taken out then is bashed in the chestplate, then the other is caught in the helmet with a brutal crackling stun vane. "Put the mirror down! You will be given honorable quarter!" he says to the technician carrying that big heavy kyber mirror. He's huffing and puffing as he yells this, and it doesn't seem to sway the fellow.

There's a bit of chaos still going on, but Hahtavi's backing up Valeska who's really on the ball today, despite her wound. His rifle is lifted as he side steps and fires upon one of the mooks trying to distract him - it worked! The Galaar burns a hold right through the son of a hutt and fries his shebs! Down he goes.

<<"Working on it, ori'vod.">> But instead of trying to take a second shot, Hahtavi shifts his position around to try and get a better angle on the one who's carrying that blasted mirror thing that Bizz is so worried about.

There's a quick glance up at the hole Sumi and then Zev rocketeered up into to the roof and sounds of fighting up there. <<"Aye, we need to. I'll grab this mirror this di'kut is carrying and you fry him, Val. We'll get it safely set down and head up!">>

If she agrees to the plan, Hahtavi's already trying to get into a position he can try to secure the fragile artifact and turn that mook about to present it's back to Valeska...

Shaali is scowling at her missed shots. But with so many dead down here, and Mangolorians jetpacking up the hole, there's no point anymore. She rises from her crouch, knees screaming in protest. But no time for that, now. She jogs the short distance to the mirror, and takes up a position to help hold it.

Sumi's Song blade rises up to meet the large Stormtroopers vibroaxe, batting it aside with a precise swipe of the blade that rang out. With blaster fire incoming at all angles, Sumi moved in a flash of cape and practiced spin, taking advantage of the off-balanced officer by disabling their arm. The song blade sings high, then cuts low and deep across the belly with a horizontal swing that sees Sumi slide across the top of the stone noisily, painfully using her knee pads before rolling back to swing again. The trooper ran forward to avoid another bite from the blade, and Sumi chuckled. Sumi lowers the sword to her side, twisting it briefly to reveal her wrist and the shiny silver of the ornate blade to convey a question to her opponent, little did Sumi know, the Champion of the First Order would be the first to fall.

The sound of combat up above has drawn Zee'Roh's attention. It is the sound of an Officer giving orders... Robots don't have ears, but she's drawn to such distinct authoritarian direction like a moth to a candles flame. With a leap, her jetpack fires a couple short bursts to bring her top-side through the narrow passage, just in time to see Sumi, who similarly does not allow Enemy Officers any chance to issue orders, chop at him with her sword.

An elegant weapon for a more honorable time.

Zee'roh is not honorable. She doesn't care for it... it leaves a bad taste in her mouth to allow anyone the falsehood that there's anything at all fair in a fight. She lands behind this man, the tip of the spear, and brings he rifle up to aim right at his back. Where's he going to go? He's over there issuing orders and looking impressive in his First Order regalia.

He had the audacity to come into THIS cavern and issue anyone any direction in combat? HAH!

She takes a bead on his back and fires, ending whatever nonsensical tactical advise he may give his remaining soldiers. Cheating them out of what was, certainly, going to be useful to pulling out a victory from the jaws of certain defeat.

But not today.

Wear markings of rank? Get your cheeks clapped.

She raises her rifle and rests it on her shoulder.

<"I'm sorry, was he saying something important? I couldn't hear him over the sound of him dying.">

Orin growls in pain as he drops to the floor when two blaster bolts hit him square in the chest. <"Hnnhh...."> He lifts his rifle and returns fire, hitting a sergeant in the throat, burning a hole and removed his Adam's apple. He drops soon after.

<"Hnnhh...I should find stronger armor."> He starts to get up and he repositions himself. Quarter is offered, and Orin waits in wonder. <"Let's get the blasted mirror and get a move on."> Orin raises his rifle again, ready for another shot. Which he takes, and he hits him clean! <"Going to need some bacta...or kolto...">

Well. Nothing left to shoot. Just one weird little mirror man left on the ground. She slides from behind cover and -walks- towards him. You know that kind of walk. The kind of walk a pretty lady in bad ass armor does with a gun tucked under her arm. Her free hand twists her helmet off with a sharp -hsssss- despite blaster fire erupting above. After it's clipped to her hip, she folds the stock of her E-11 forward and tucks it back into the thigh holster and POINTS directly at the Mook.

"Urak!!" the mook says, shocked. WHO ME?!

Yes you. Stupid Mook.

"Give that to me," she says. Fae closes the distance and puts both of her hands on the mirror and pulls.

THERE WAS A POWER STRUGGLE!

"I said... GIMME. GIMME THE MIRROR. GIVE IT. TO ME--AH!"

She 'ahs!' when she pulls that heavy mirror from the creature's hand and it -thunks- heavily onto the ground. She tips it towards herself and inspects herself in the mirror, leaning extra close to see what the sand has done to her pores. Her poor, poor pores.

"...I need chapstick," she laments.

<<"I have secured the mirror and I look -terrible-. Can we go now?">>

The Togruta continues to move around The Dead. Helmets are removed, and their innards are dissected. Visors pressed on. Gloves. Boots. Little by little the Armorer is removing the bits of durasteel and ceramic that cover the Stormtroopers -- revealing their bodies beneath, and, with each bit of new information, The Clan is rewarded with highlighted images on their augmented HUDs. Weakspots. Data for how to breach the armor best, from what angle, with what weapon. Turns out? The Sandpeople had it right. Slugthrowers and ceramic don't mix well.

Jallo's helmeted head looks around a bit and then peers up, engaging the JT-12 Jetpack that's strapped to his back hwere it stutters and then kicks in as he proudly flies into a wall... Then he disengages the jetpack. So of course it flings him into another wall as he pings around a few more times before hitting the floor and rolling for a bit before he ends up on his back staring straight up for a moment, <"I think I'll stay here and guard the mirror and the exits...">

Hahtavi and Valeska keeping the mirror carrier distracted for Fae to make the acquisition is enough to finally quiet the room below and guarantee the safety of the treasure that Bizz is here to save from vile hands. Smoke is rising but there's no more to add to it and the dust is beginning to settle below.

Assuming with Zee'roh, Zevin and Sumi have their situation handled above, Hadrix is moving into the midst with his medical kit being drawn from his belt after his pistols are dropped into their holsters. <"Those needing patching, sound off.">

Above it's more fire from the Stormtroopers as they begin to back from the three mandalorians above, standing over the corpse of the ax wielding beserker whom had been cut and shot down in her charge.

One's head is moving, arm swinging and pointing in a chopping motion with the others nodding with their internal communications bouncing in between.

The Shrine is a mess. But that shouldn't be a surprise considering what just happened. And somehow the Reliquary is still intact.

He's moving a little slower, and the boss bitch is down within moments of him landing on the roof, but he was never here for her, anyway. He's here for these stormtroopers: the horde, faceless and interchangeable looking by design. What would they have been with another life?

Zevin is not a philosopher. He drives the vane conducting electricity into the leg of one and swings wide against the next before bringing a vertical chop down on that trooper's head. He wearily assumes a guard position, mace next to him extending alongside his left arm.

The last of the thieves goes down and the mirror is currently in the loving hands of Shaali and Fae. In this moment of reprieve, Valeska takes in a few careful breaths to test just how much breathing is going to hurt. The answer is 'moderately' and that is enough for her.

She looks up towards the narrow opening in the ceiling. Contemplating. Weighing the pros and cons of going up there. Pro: help them clean house. Con: they likely don't need it by this point because Valeska cannot hear the berserker anymore.

Another breath. Another reminder of her injuring burning a mark into the soft bits of her abdomen. With a hiss, she nods an 'a-ok' to Hahtavi before making tracks over where Hadrix is getting set up; triaging herself towards the end of the line as there are others hurt worse than her.

<"I guess Sumi made short work of 'em, yeah?"> Not an actual question. Just her inflection kicking in thickly.

There's still fighting to do.

Zee'Roh whips around to the remaining Stormtroopers trying to back away from the onslaught and assumes a firing position behind a bit of broken pillar. Amidst the blaster bolts raining down upon them, she lines up her shot and fires... bringing one low before ducking back behind cover.

Bizz ignores the sounds of blasters, slugthrowers, Rodian repulsorlifts, and so on up top. He waddles up to the mirror nursing his left shoulder wound. "Urg... Medic! Medic here! Oh dear, did they damage the polished surface? These mirrors are quite HEAVY. Perhaps we can use these ropes to hoist it up top, and then move the spamel hoversled around and load it thusly." He pokes around the reliquary. "Ah, Lady Seer's relic is still intact. And these look like trophies of the Mangolorian Crusades. That helmet looks pre-Neo-Crusader!"

The blasted kyber crystal mirror artifact secured and safe, Hahtavi eyes what's going on up above. Sumi's up there with Zee'Roh though, and others so they must be mopping up. If they needed help, Sumi would let them know.

Haht starts prowling the chamber to make certain those who are down are really dead. And while doing so, takes stock of who's wounded and could use assistance with his medpac. Valeska will no doubt go to Hadrix but Orin is still back there by the door. Shaali seems to be fine, so Hahtavi goes to check on Orin.

The blasted kyber crystal mirror artifact secured and safe, Hahtavi eyes what's going on up above. Sumi's up there with Zee'Roh though, and others so they must be mopping up. If they needed help, Sumi would let them know.

Haht starts prowling the chamber to make certain those who are down are really dead. And while doing so, takes stock of who's wounded and could use assistance with his medpac. Valeska will no doubt go to Hadrix but Orin is still back there by the door. Shaali seems to be fine, so Hahtavi goes to check on Orin. Armor plates are loosened and removed so that he can peel back fibreweave bodysuit to expose the burns. Painkiller and antibiotics are prepped, <"This'll dull your pain. Help keep the burns from becoming infected. But you are going to need to get to a doctor or find a bacta tank, vod."> Orin is stabbed with the hypo.

It's going to take a few minutes. Hahtavi swaps to a bacta spray and then a bacta pad to tape into place over each of the blaster wounds. Only once he's done does he lay the panels of fibreweave back into place and refastens Orin's armor plates.

The medpac is put away. Hahtavi stands and offers his vod a hand up, <"Help you when we move out.">

The back of the officer's head exploded, the exit slug punctuating an exit from the front of their face that showered Sumi with blood and organic matter. The song blade is guided back to its scabbard in a smooth motion, and a quiet nod afforded to Zee'Roh for the quick action, before turning about to witness Zevin's lethality with the electrified mace.

There are still a fair number of combatants, but they fall in short order. Sumi brings up a folded exotic blade, holding it out to one side and before pressing its release that spread it open with a SNAP.

Much like the ancient Zeison Sha with their disc blades, Sumi raises the Rodian glider and releases it with a succinct throwing motion. The weapon whistles loudly, passing through the exposed portion of a trooper's collar. The weapon goes on a circuit, whistling in a wide arc before returning to its point of origin. The trooper it struck hit the ground twice; first his head rolled off the top, then his body followed suit.

<<"Peace has been achieved at the price of blood. This shrine shall go unmolested..">> The Rodian blade SNAPS shut. <<"..for now..">>

Fae Renta sighs as her comms go unanswered and blaster fire continues to erupt above. She cocks her hip out and leans her arm on that mirror as Brother Bizz waddles his way over clutching his arm. She blinks down to him. Hears the words he's saying. She makes a little 'augh' sound as he starts to poke around at the mirror and takes a few steps. Her sassy stance briefly interrupted, she shifts back into the pose a few moments later as there is -still- blaster fire up from above. She can't see it, that little hole being so smol and all. But she can hear it and be annoyed by it.

It's hard to say what she's more annoyed by -- the storm troopers for being annoyed, or her fellow Mandalorians for having not finished killing them by now. A dramatic sigh is deliberately breathed over comms.

<<"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhhhhh.">> it goes.

Sumi finishes her little quip with 'for now' and Fae can't help but roll her eyes.

<<"Are you all finished playing up there

Hapvarnna continues to remove the armor of The Dead. Helmets make good trophies, but so do HEADS. The Togruta continues to move, body by body, tossing garbage pieces of armor to the wayside in favor of new things. Better things. The First Order Officer is left in only a sheathe, however when Fae gives that call over comms -- so is it that the Y'gritti will come stomping over towards Bizz. Tall. Horned. The T-Visor burns orange. <"Sw'git."> The head cocks to the side, <"If he cannot, move on his own, huh? T'sk!"> There's a dismissive wave from the Togruta in Dreadfinder Armor. The flame-painted and decorated Hunter then turns his back on Bizz, instead going back to that First Order Officer. Her skin blueing. Frost covering her digits - those are likely trash by now. He watches, and as he does so, will Hapvarnna emit a 'clicking' from those comms. Pacing this way, and that way, <"If this onnnnne cannot move either. You know. Sh'k."> Another dismissive wave.

Jallo sits up from where he'd bounced around the room like a flying pinball and sighs, <"So that just happened."> He looks over at Bizz and his injury and uses his spear to push him back up onto his feet, <"I almost want to figure out how to patch up injuries like that. I assume it works like a ship you want to keep the fluids in the tubes for those fluids and not mix them with other fluids."

Orin maintains his position and looks a little bit like he's grunting with his breathing. He got hit good. Thankfulky, it's not a fight-ended but Hahtavi by his side to treat him makes him smile. <"Vod."> His armor plating is pulled back so Hahtavi can commit to his work. <"I know a few who could help-HSS!"> Orin winces in sudden shock of being injected.

He takes the offered hand and gets up to his feet. <"Thanks."> He informs, even as he rolls his shoulders as the plates are put back in proper position.

<<"Hello? Is this thing even on?">> Fae Renta says into comms. She's bored now. Irritated. She slides her E-11 out of her holster and doesn't even bother pulling the stock back. There's no recoil on blasters, anyway. It just looks cool. The last remaining storm trooper is running with his arms flailing above his head in terror, but, unlucky for the poor sod, he's doing it right past the teensy tiny opening in the ground that Fae can't fly up through because she don't got a jetpack.

<"Farkle's sake."> She shoots up through the hole and blasts him in the back. Cue Wilhelm scream.

"WAUUAUGUUSUUGUH."

Peace earned through violence. Apt.

With the last of the First Order's being chased down by the half-echani wielding their stun baton the trooper has little chance but to lift his blaster in an attempt to fend off the series of assaults. The first smashes the F-11 into their helmet, cracking it with the second thrusting one end into their stomach to bend them forward for an overhand strike to send them to the ground so hard their legs kick up over their shoulders before they come to a rest.

<<"Woor'tra, Kyber Heart. Track our signal for dust off...">> Hadrix making the rounds with Hahtavi to see to the injured, pulling out a small aerosol cannister to spray into Bizz's face, aiming for mouth and nostrils, <"This will get the bacta into your system to begin the healing process."> rumbled as he goes.

Stormtroopers, an officer, and four technicians strewn about - shattered armor, dropped weapons - and the distressed 'Saintly Jedi Seer' gazing down at the lot below - with those above beneath the cold glare of the Jedha sun, judgmental as any Jedi of the past ages.

<<"Copy that.">> Greeza's voice <<"Woor'tra and Kyber Heart en route.">>

Time to go home.

Brother Bizz's wound is treated at least. "Thank you." Hapvarna is just given an odd look, then he says to Hadrix, "You are free to take these relics of Mangolorian Iron and melt them down, as your peoples do. The Seer has no need of them. Her story is tragic, as she saw a terrible vision, but it was mis-interpreted, leading to unending despair. I think that is why the last mirror was in her shrine." He picks through one of the officer's code cylinders and com-devices, trying to find a bit of intelligence. No doubt people of his Order will come to properly seal up this old shrine that has been looted and dishonored.