Log:The Irregulars: Mynock Hunt Pt3-Things Go Bad
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The Irregulars: Mynock Hunt Pt3-Things Go Bad
OOC Date: June 3rd, 2020
Location: Devaron
Participants: Jax Greystorm, Kael Greystorm, Lokir, Nerys Arda, Nova Korell, Sajin
[Jax Greystorm]
It was moments after the Painted Guardian made orbit on the night side of the planet that the instrument and communications were turned off and the team was flying in the dark.. The freighter went zipping along the tops of the dense jungle trees below only to be occasionally broken up by a river or a stream. The team had made navigation by map and compass through towards their destination. Nova flying escort in the Wayward Guardian.
As the freighter made its last turn, the howl of a troop of Nommeks, small primates, filling the ship. Then there comes what sounds like hail for the briefest of moments against the bottom of the hull. The creatures were peppering the ship's hull with limbs.. "I think I made the locals mad. I'm doing a quick scan and seeing if we're being jammed. It appears that we are. Add that to the too do list. There we are, looks like there's a spot for us. Final Weapon Check."
The landing spot in question was a nice clear spot in the jungle nestled in a valley with a creek running to one side. There's what looks like six fighter sized unidentifiable shapes covered in camo netting in the area. There's also room for something about the size of a corvette sized craft but well that's the beautiful landing spot just for the Painted Guardian. The ship would come in for a landing. Off to the east and away from the stream and into the trees themselves is a trail, an antenna's metal structure junting off in that direction. It was believed to be the direction to the main encampment. To the North the opposite of the direction from which Jax would set them down from would be anti-aircraft guns set up behind sandbags covered in the same netting. Then turn pulling on the helmet of his Katarn Clone Trooper Armor. <Alright, Irregulars, Final checks, we're landing hot. We're sweeping the area looking for signs of contraband. We need to make sure any defenses are down like jammers and the Anti-air guns. Then call in the calvary. Oh if Spike says don't touch something. Don't touch it. We're fighting the environment as much as we are any pirates.> He does final gear check and disembarks down the ramp.
[Nerys Arda]
Nerys has been silent for most of the flight, settled into a seat where she could get a good view of the terrain she had helped to scout only a few short days ago. She offered advice or corrections now and then, but for the most part, she left the flying and landing to Jax's capable hand. Once they were touching down, she rose from her seat, retrieving her bowcaster, and settling her backpack of holding on her back. Lots of useful gear in there. <I'm ready. We need to clear this area. I don't like the looks of whatever's under camo out there.>
[Lokir]
Lokir shakes his head. He's clad in his standard black composite armor, twin horns prominently on display. <Those sounds aren't the locals. Those dings were prey--nummeks. Small little ape things. Squishy mammals that imagine themselves predators. They are not. They like to waive tree limbs at anything they don't like. Horns help ward off blows. They taste good when caught fresh off the vine.> Lokir slides his S5 out. <Watch the skies for gackle bats. Bite is unpleasantly venemous. And if you hear hooting, or see a reptile with a horn and four legs, climb a tree or get airborne immediately. Otherwise...enjoy your stay?>
[Kael Greystorm]
Mayhem is here. And his armor has seen some upgrades since the last time. He looks over as Jetpack preps herself and nods, "<We need to be careful. I might actually... Try to sneak this time.>" Stepping off the ramp of the Painted Guardian he does a quick visual scan of the area with HiBall perched on his shoulder as he moves off to the side Series III pistol sliding out of it's holster.
[Sajin]
Sajin pulls his Vibroblade from his back, ready to do battle. <<"We'll need to make sure those Anti-air and the Jammer is down before we call in Mikel and the bois.">> THe King of Drik of Drik offers, echoing what Jax had said. The newest Addition to his ensemble was that of a small merr-sonn jet pack now attached to the back of his void armor. It's good to be the king.
[Nova Korell]
On board the /Wayward Guardian/, Nova brings up deflectors and dives into atmosphere. It'll make her a big signature on the hostiles' sensors, but she'll have to take that chance. With the intel from before running on the flight computer, she's hoping to knock a few holes in their anti-air systems before she has company. <Knife, this is Spear. Inbound hot. I'll see if I can put some of their sensors out of commission before you get close,> she comms, adjusting course for a fast attack run. The first signs of what's happening come in the form of a stream of crimson annihilation raining from the sky over the hidden base. The resulting explosion can be heard for some distance and seen over the treetops. An instant later, the Trilon Aggressor swoops overhead at barely above treetop height. Death from above! <Knife, scratch one sensor array.>
[Jax Greystorm]
The night skies light up as Nova blows up the sensor array and all of a sudden she's talking and got sensors again. A pair of sensors showing a pair of hostile contacts making their way towards her and the clearing. Though she's got bigger problems at the moment as the anti air cannon roars to life and starts to fire at them. The gunner tagging Wayward Guardian.
The explosion results in a pack of Labrics, speedy horned six-legged deer racing away from the destroyed antenna and across the battlefield. A Trio of pirates behind the sand bags open with blasters firing at the nut job in the Katarn Armor in the lead. They miss him not expecting a ship to show up out of nowhere. The deer though seem to distract them enough that the team can make it to their tarps.
[Nerys Arda]
<Like to see you try.> But that was said with a grin, as Nerys ducked around the big bounty hunter, and hopped down from the ship. She was already moving at speed, doing her best to keep to the shadows and dark places as she made her way towards the first of the covered tarps, keeping her weapon down and at a low ready, ducking behind the cover the tarp provided before she sneaked a peak. <<I've got a cache of weapons here. Looks like they've for New Republic markings still on them.> And that was all she got to say, or do, before she started hearing weapons fire both above and around her and she tucked in close to the tarp, trying to catch a glimpse of who was shooting and from where.
[Lokir]
Lokir slinks beneath the large tarp. A strong sense of nostalgia permeates this strike--the jungles where Lokir first cut his partisan teeth. <Spike here. Got a Y-wing under tarp at my location. Definitely worth more than a week's paycheck.> Lokir's polite teeth peel back as the blaster and anti-air fire rip into the night's natural stillness.
[Kael Greystorm]
Mayhem does exactly what he says he's going to do. Although not as well with the keeping to the shadows the plates on his armor cloaking him in darkness helps with that. His steps silent despite being encased in power armor. As he peeks under his tarp he sighs, "<Z-95 here.>" His gaze goes over towards Jax engaging folks, "<Need some support over there with those two?>" Then he notices his pretty ship getting hit by the anti air and he shakes his head as he looks for the source of the AA fire.
[Sajin]
As soon as the jammer is taken out Sajin clicks his comlink. Above, apperating into realspace not far from he gravity well of Devaron is Yellow flight. An E-Wing, an SR-19 Wyvern Fighter, and a Y-Wing. <<"This is Commander Zuroch, We're making our approach now...">> Then switching to Flight comms he commands the E-Wing and Y-wing. "Silphur, hang back until they get painted what ever they need painted. It looks like the fighter down there needs some help. Quish, let's go." While the Y-Wing hangs back, the E-Wing and SR-19 dive down towards the planet to assist Nova.
Sajin pulls up a tarp, not really trying to hide of anything. <<"Yeah... got an ugly here. Paint it for Silphur when he makes his run.">> He 'paints' the ugly before stepping away.
[Nova Korell]
Nova winces as the /Wayward Guardian/ bucks underneath her. "So much for catching them by surprise," she mutters, coming around again for another attack pass, this time on the gun emplacement. <Knife, I'm hit, but it's only shield damage. Heads down down there. I've got to knock out that fire source,> she coms, and bores in on the quad-linked gun array. More heavy lasers lance down from the sky, cooking off the power system of the anti-air laser cannon. This explosions is powerful enough to send four of the ambushers on the ground flying into trees, grounded fighters, and rocks. They don't get up. The last evidently had the presence of mind to hit the dirt when he heard approaching engines. Nova pulls up again, skimming the treetops. <Scratch one defensive gun. Everybody okay down there?>
[Jax Greystorm]
The anti-air gun operator is a deadly shot and doesn't abandon the post as he's fired upon and goes down swinging. Ektor would be proud, maybe. The gun emplacement explodes in a fire ball taking most of the pirates with them. It's the lone one with a rifle that took up a position away from the emplacement trying to advance on the Painted Guardian that survives. He opens fires on Jax. The Labrics on the other hand are freaking out and don't know which way to run and head directly towards the Painted Guardian. Jax diving behind the ship for safety then popping out taking a shot at the Pirate and hitting but not enough, <You heard the King, Paint them up. Then lets get this place swept. Jetpack take holo captures or drag a crate onto the guardian. Spike, what are these things? They'd be cute if they weren't trying to run me over.>
The two blips on Nova's scopes, they can be heard by the ground team now as they go rushing over the tree tops. The sound of space fighters, It's Nova's old buddies the Z-95s.
[Nerys Arda]
It was a good thing, a very good thing that Nerys kept her head down when all of the shooting and firing and dying happened, or she might have been dead herself, being as she was standing next to who knew how many tons of probably explosive munitions. But she wasn't going to save herself from potential death by standing by potential fire and so, she ducked out of cover, sending a bolt that impacted the ground not far from the last remaining shooter. Covering fire. That's what she was going to call it. Yep. The command that came over the comms, pulled her up from trying to run to another cover and she ducked back under the tarp to take as many images has she could, so she likely could not see, but could hear, the rampaging wildlife as she used her helmet light and camera to capture everything she could. And to grab what looked like a good crate to try to drag back to the ship. <Got it.>
[Lokir]
Lokir creeps closer to the sound of fire, sticking to cover. Eyes sharp and ears cocked, Lokir quickly ducks into another tarp--confirming no enemies or dangerous fauna are waiting to spring an ambush. <Another tarp clear. Smuggling gear, looks like. Transmitting coords...uh, those six-leggers are labrics. Prey, mostly docile by Devaronian standards--just stay away from being underfoot. They have six of 'em...>
[Kael Greystorm]
Mayhem sighs a bit as the Wayward Guardian takes another hit, "<HiBall. Designate all of these targets and link them to *Click* and his Yellow Squadron.>" He looks at the man shooting at his cousin and sights in squeezing the trigger launching a red bolt of death towards Epislon as he shuts off all pretense of being stealthy... Once the shot is out he keys up the comms to broadcast to Sajin, "<Target package uploading for you Click and Yellow Squadron.>"
[Nova Korell]
The /Wayward Guardian/ shakes again, this time from shots impossibly coming out of the exploding gun turret! Shields drop. Guess the impossible isn't so impossible. "Cheap shot artist..." Nova mutters. "Jammer, can you get on that? We've got company coming fast! I've got to give them a proper welcome!"
In the engineering section, R2-J4M blats derisively and gets to work. He has to put out a minor fire in the shield generator first, though, and that keeps him a bit too busy to do any fixing. Nova, for her part, turns to engage one of those Z-95s. Her first shot is a close miss, but it at least keeps the fighter dancing. <Things are getting hot up here, Knife. I'll need a minute to clear these clowns out.>
[Sajin]
<<"Got it!">> Sajin offers, painting the TIE Interceptor he just found underneath the next tarp he just uncovered. He takes out his Datapad and starts sending the Telemetry.
Meanwhile up in the Y-Wing, Silphur is running some scans, slowly but surly targets on the ground start to pop up on his display. As he's double checking his approach, his R2 unit warbles. <<"That's odd... a Murauder just entered the system... then turned right around and ran into hyperspace... couldn't get an ID... either way, ready for a run when you are.">>
<<"As soon as we're done clearing up the skies, Silphur." Commander Zuroch departs over the comms just as the three heavy laser canons from his E-wing rip through one of the Z-95s... it explodes into a brilliant fireball, crashing violently into the jungle... Quish isn't as lucky in the fast Wyrvern with the four rapid fire canons.
[Jax Greystorm]
Yellow Squadron caused one of the Z-95's to explode lighting up the sky and well it wasn't far from the Nommeks tribe and their protest can be heard across the jungle in blaster fire and explosion. The one Z-95 again has Pirate logic and instead of running continues to on it's mission a strafing run against the Painted Guardian and a lesser extent Jax. The Corellian looks up just in time, <We need to get out of....> Then he goes running away from the Painted Guardian just in time to be right where a cannon bolt hits. The dirt and the debris sends him flying a good 10 feet and he lands hard on his front and a rock. The Bandit doing it's job hitting the bare armor of the Guardian. The air knocked out of him and he's out of it.
From the way of the Pirate base blaster fire from Pirate reinforcements begins to fire on the team and hit. Things have went bad.
[Nerys Arda]
Just when you thought things couldn't get worse. There she is, trying to unsteal stolen goods, dragging that crate for all she was worth, trying to get the evidence back to the ship and they were beset again. And she didn't even have her bowcaster ready, not really, because she needed a hand for the crate. And so, the first thing was, she took a bolt to the chest. A very bad bolt that did very bad things and knocked her off of her feet. Out of instinct, she fired off a round as she fell, but it went wide, but who knows, maybe she hit one of those flying monkeys. Because flying monkeys were evil, evil creatures, everyone knew that. Thankfully, she was not so far from the ship and she pushed herself up, making a mad dash for the safety the ship provided. Here's to hoping she made it. A single word came on her comms, possibly apropos of nothing, <Kadi.>
[Lokir]
Lokir is exiting the tarp when things suddenly go very sidewise. First, a smell of cold scales sets his ears forward and back into an arch. His neck snaps back--just as a slitherspine comes careening in, fangs out to pierce Lokir's skull. Luckily, the slitherspine falls victim to Devish instinct--Lokir's composite-sheathed horns spearing the native snake through its skull, leaving the scaled body to drape around Lokir's shoulder like an odd scarf. It is a lucky happenstance--the slithersnake's body helps absorb a red blaster bolt that finds Lokir's torso. Grunting through the burn, Lokir begins to quickly track back to the ship. <Let's fade. Primary target achieved.> Loping quietly back to the ship, Lokir issues a series of brash, angry hoots. One by one, similar calls echo across the jungle from up above the forest canopy. <Let's be gone before the nommek calvary arrive in force.>
[Kael Greystorm]
Mayhem takes the blast to his chest and looks down at the smoking dent left in his armor and then looks over at the pirates, "<HiBall guard the ship. Nerys if you're still conscious get the ship running and shields on. And you're not allowed to die on me.>" He looks over towards Sajin and Lokir, "<Covering fire if you can. I'm grabbing Jax and we're kicking rocks.>" He snaps off a couple of shots as he starts to run towards where Jax ended up at moving from a run as holsters his sidearm scooping the pilot up and then pivoting punching the boosters in his suit as he launches himself towards the Painted Guardian's boarding ramp letting the computer guidance system handle most of the work he rotates himself and ends up bouncing on his back protecting his cousin as he skids to a halt, "I really need to work on my landings."
[Sajin]
Mikel and Quish double team on the Z-95, both striking it with heavy Canons and the Rapid Firing medium canons from the SR-19. <<"Should be clear, Silphur! We'll form up on your wing. and turn this place to Ashe.">>
Sajin looks towards the tree line just as a blaster bolt explodes against his left leg, sending him twirling and falling down. He's stunned for a moment. There's a groan, smoke rising from the wound. He looks down. His leg is completely mangled. <<"OH son of a... well I went this long! I can't be that mad!">> He pulls his blaster pistol, using his Vibroblade as a crutch to get himself back up. He fires off two shots, covering fire at the most, as he hobbles away. <<"No really, I'm impressed!">>
[Nova Korell]
<Thanks for the help, Yellows,> Nova coms, wincing at the bad news she's hearing from the ground. <I'll join you in a minute. It sounds like things are bad downstairs.>
Jammer, working in the back, warbles mournfully at that remark. When Nova decides to help her friends, it can get pretty expensive. He manages to reinforce the deflector screens, in hopes of giving them a chance to survive this...
Lining up along the path the pirate reinforcements are coming in on, Nova highlights them via the sensors and begins her next attack run. <Knife, heads down down there,> she suggests, counts to five, and pulls the trigger.
Huge, scarlet lines of annihilation stitch their way along the landscape, leaving big explosions and fountains of soil in their wake. Her shots are only close, but with the devastation these cannons inflict, it doesn't much matter: Two of the pirates are blown from their feet by nearby blasts. A third is covered in dirt but more or less unscathed.
Nova pulls up to join Yellow Squadron. <It's all you from here, Yellows. I've got to cover the team's withdrawal. Good luck.>
[Nerys Arda]
<You're not my--> Whatever Kael was or wasn't, Nerys didn't manage to get out, the words strangled around a sound that wasn't a scream, it definitely wasn't a scream. It was probably a scream. The small woman hauled herself to her feet, making good and ample use of the bulkheads to hand over hand herself towards the cockpit, falling into the seat in a very undignified manner. She had just enough control of her hands to get the ship prepped and ready to take off. "Belate! Get over here! I need your help flying this thing!" If she waited for anything, that was not death, it was for the words to come that the team was clear and into the ship before the Painted Guardian lifted off from the landing area. Anyone who was expecting Jax Greystorm's expert flying? Much disappoint. But they were clear and soon making a beeline for the atmosphere to get the hell out of there. <We're clear!>
[Lokir]
Lokir provides covering fire from his vantage point near the loading ramp, sending green bolts back in reply to the red rage incoming. His deep hoots continue to find an echo in the trees--until a distant, ghostly howl begins to join the primal chorus. Grinning beneath his helm with satisfaction as the landing ramp closes, Lokir collapses his way into a jumpseat. His chest is a smear of snake entrails and scorched armor, while his horn and neck still sports the impaled head and curled body of the dead slitherspine. <Just like the good old days...hit the objective and fade into the night before the planet kills us.> Lokir shakes his head in mock sadness. <Those poor souls down there don't know what they're in for. If Yellow finishes the job, it'll be a mercy. Otherwise, the nommek will soften 'em up...and the incoming quarra pack...well...>
[Kael Greystorm]
Mayhem rolls over and sets Jax down on the deck as he climbs to his feet looking at his cousin before he glances around the ship some, "<We're lifting off soon as everybody's aboard.>" He heads into the cockpit to take over one of the seats to finish prepping for launch glancing at the injuries on everybody that's on the ship and then out the cockpit towards Sajin as he sighs, "<Click get ready to jump on.>" He settles into the seat to take over the controls, "I've got it from here. Just relax a bit." He gets the ship in a hover then starts to move back towards Sajin... And it's shaky and scraping the bottom of the ship but hey he's in a hurry, "<Jump on so we can get outta range of those blasters.>" Once Sajin's on he mashes the button the close the ramp and jams the throttle forward.
[Sajin]
Sajin makes it to the ship just in time, collapsing to the floor as the adrenaline and shock starts to ware off and the pain starts to move through him from his mangled leg. It's not long until he passes out. Someone will have to drag him away.
Mikel and Quish form up on Siphur's Wing. <<"Transfering telemetry. We'll empty out Torpeados then I'll drop the bomb...">>
<<"Roger...">>
Positive tones come from a distance, linked proton torpedo tubes launch, slamming into the six painted targets along with the other parts of the camps. As the Y-Wing closes in right atop the camp, the large Proton bomb drops.... There is a bright flash, a large shockwave. Trees uprooted, local animal life likely killed. Orange red mushroom could starts to rise slowly after the large explosion likely seen even as far away as the Jedi Temple.
[Nova Korell]
Nova forms the /Wayward Guardian/ up on the /Painted Guardian/ as the larger ships lifts off, taking up an escort position. <Knife, this is Spear, I'm on your wing now. Com-scan shows no further aerial contacts; it should be a smooth trip outbound. See you back home.>
[Jax Greystorm]
The jungle goes up in flames as Yellow Squadron goes to work doing what Yellow Squadron does best. A lone pirate, a human male emerges from exploding pirate base. He stumbles into a stream and turns to run down the stream unsteadily fighting the current. There's a brash angry hoot from behind the pirate. He turns just in time to see a nommek springs towards him back lighted by the raging inferno of the jungle behind him. Then he sees no more.
Jax pushes up from where Kael dumped him with a sharp inhale as he sits up. He looks around pushing his helmet off, he looks around for a moment. Then realizing he's safe he collapses back against the bulkhead of the ship. "We're safe. Wait who's flying? Ow." He says putting his hand to his side. "We're all safe right?"
