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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 12, 2018 11:40:56 GMT -8
*Altair's Jetboots sent a signal to his HUD informing him they were low on fuel and he cut them just before they would have dropped him to the ground. The defensive line they had formed in front of the Prepping Interceptor was holding but it wouldn't hold for long. He had pulled everyone back into the ship save for the group here, and the snipers he had on the scaffolding still taking shots at the wings of the line, keeping the monsters assaulting them back. He felt the engines roar to life behind him and Janus' voices appeared in his head calling out that they were ready for take off. There was a silence that carried over the room as Altair put his comm on and issued the order to take get the ship out - He had intended to remain behind to lead the charge with his shadowalkers against the bomb threatening every second to tear the hanger and the remaining Jedi forces to shreds.*
::Shadowalkers take the bomb::
The order had just passed through Altair's lips when then monsterous Sith leading the ranks tipped the bomb over and it suddenly exploded outward - right towards him and the Ship that was just then raising into the air - its thrusters angling to take it through the opening in the ceiling of the hanger. Altair's eyes widened and he was able to pass one final order through the comm - taking this moment to attempt to save his men, knowing that he was no doubt already dead.
RUN!
Altair crossed his coat in front of his face his arms and his body worn body armor the only thing protecting his face as the explosion quickly crossed the room and threatened to envelop him. Just as the flames reached them the soldiers that had formed the line all bunched up - one of them - the Medic named Stitch pulled Altair back into the huddle of heavily armored troopers and the last of them hit his Personal shield standing blood side to the firey death that overtook the small group moments later. Altair felt nothing but intense searing heat and then a thud against his flank that sent pain shooting up his side. The blast pushed them all back and as the second concussive wave shot out he was expecting to die... The remaining personal shield overheated and exploded in a flash of blue energy and the soldier wearing it was melted into his armor as the power core on his armor exploded - he would have died instantly, the others shielded from the brunt of the blast were hardly better off - all the oxygen being sucked out of the air around them - their air processors in their helmets overwhelmed by the smoke and two of them died moments later as their lungs exploded from the heat and smoke being sucked into them as the soldiers screamed in pain. Stitch - who's personal shield had been depleted at the beginning of the battle was the only one left - his fortified armor armor and his blast shield was the only thing that protected Altair from the last wave of heat wave. Altair's comm had blown during the furst concussive blast that had almost knocked him unconscious but he would have sworn that he heard the clone screaming right against his ear where the comm sat - he didn't remain conscious long enough to realize the truth of the matter - stitch had given his life to the flame to save his Captain from the last of the blasts. As the black too him he felt nothing but absolute pain, his armor half melted against his skin - his long dreads burned down to his scalp and his fathers coat completely disintegrated by the fire.
The Ships shields had taken the brunt of the first wave of the explosion, and the blast coupled with the angled thrusters shot the small ship into the air even as the second wave of the explosion caused the shields to buckle and fail - the last of the explosion tore into the ship as one side of the ship caught fire as it broke out of the hanger but unable to keep altitude falling to the ground just outside the walls of the jedi base.
The Shadowalkers on the scaffolding who had only a seconds warning of the explosion leapt from their perches above the battlefield through the windows of the hanger and out of the hanger - most of them had already cloaked themselves and the buckling walls of the hanger saving them from the brunt of the blast. The building stood, but who knew for how long - its structural support was blown and the heaving ceiling that held the retractable roofing now was buckling the walls and the entire thing was threatening to collapse inward - but for the moment it held, and Altair's remaining forces - save for the Captain himself who lay unconscious among the clones that had died to save him - were in full retreat.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Sept 29, 2018 5:11:53 GMT -8
D'lyse gritted his teeth together suppressing the rage he felt at watching the nurses neck snap, the sound of the spinal column separating from the base of the skull was a very distinct noise that once you've heard you never forget. It echoed in his head more than in his ears but he was two focused on containing the adrenaline that was surging through his body - his entire body flexed almost responsively and he shifted slightly as if gauging his options no whether or not he could cross the room in time to get his hands around the monsters throat and crush his windpipe before the dark sider could think - he didn't like his options and so for the moment - against his judgment he remained still - staring daggers at the knight. He didn't even turn his head as the Zeltron was tossed from the room. The feeling of peace and calm left him as the Zeltron was removed - he assumed it was the pheromones the alien had been releasing - now gone. If that were the case, how could the Knight have held such aggression in his presence... before his mind could work through an answer the hooded figure turned towards him, her hand raised. His eyes narrowed tighter attempting to gaze through the mask into her eyes - he wasn't afraid of her.
There was no gentle tugging as Gadriel had always began - it was a simple abrupt jerk as whatever mental defenses D'lyse had been focusing on were ripped away - the Jedi's training only useful enough to let the clone's specifically engineered mind know what was happening to him as it happened, but he lacked the tools to do anything about it. As the floodgates of memories and thoughts poured free several flashes of memories passed - his cloning facility years ago on Dantooine where he and his batch were grown and trained before Gadriel had come to collect them - his years as a Commander under the Jedi General's command - his men both alive and now gone, but these memories were quickly sorted to the side as the Knight narrowed his search. What? Who? What? The answers came with quick military precision. The image of ship schematics and blueprints - the fried computer system's aboard the Star Drive that would take months to rebuild before the production of ships could resume - memory of ships exploding in space - one by one the makings of a fleet falling apart battle after battle. Next followed the image of Altair Sirraf - a Coruscanti male with deep tanned skin and black dreadlocks. Dressed more like a bounty hunter or a mercenary than a soldier - that was the who. When the question of his organization came to his mind there was a blank grey in the Clones memories - not because he was hiding something or attempting against hope to shield his thoughts, but because he truly did not know the answer to that question either - and so after a short amount of time for the knight to assume what she wished the memory returned to Altair.
D'lyse screamed out against the mental intrusion - attempting to force his mind to shut down as he had been taught, attempting to draw his focus to anything else. The way their command structure had been set up no one knew anything more than what they needed to know just in case something like this were to happen - however D'lyse had been close to the top - he was the worst possible one to be captured save Altair himself. The memories of one space battle with some prodding would quickly turn to others if it was focused upon. He had led many missions for Altair over the last few years - some independent, and some against the First Order. It would all depend on what the Knight wanted to know, and how focused she was on attaining the details.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Sept 23, 2018 13:24:20 GMT -8
The Trooper's numbers were beginning to dwindle, which only caused those that remained to fight more fiercely. They became easier targets the few of them there were and so after they broke up the initial wave they consolidated back into groups simply fighting to survive the tide of Sith spawn - hoping their sacrifice was enough to get the cargo to the ship. The Star Razer had finally came to life blasting the creatures apart with much more powerful blaster cannons than the troopers carried but then even the shots were hardly accurate, and mostly useless to the soldiers as Janus would not risk firing near the groups themselves.
Lucian and Altair's command team were bleeding men and so the half dozen or so troopers that remained by their side to guard the crates found themselves shielded behind the personal shields of the three Commando's, standing back to back with Lucian and Jez as they wielded their hand blasters to little use, save the properly timed shot to the eyes that would often cause a beast to stumble enough for Stitch to leap upon it and surgically cut beneath its armor into the heart with his laser scalpel. They would all die before allowing the cargo to fall into enemy hands...
Liz and fuze's shields were beginning to buckle under the claws and fangs of several of the beasts attempting to break through the last line of defense - Lucian's voice had gone horse shouting orders to the nearby groups ordering them back to defend the crates but there was no getting through the ranks once they had scattered. Stitch's shield had long sense failed him and even his armor was beginning to look more beat up than the others as his blaster had failed earlier and the fight and we was forced to Melee with the creatures. Lucian's eyes widened as he noticed the last two personal shields fizzle down to nothing and shatter in a spray of energy just before the combined six creatures crashed down onto the armored Sniper and Demolitions expert. Stitch turned to rush to their aid but in the process his flank was also attacked by a beast that had noticed the distraction and leapt upon him in the moment. Lucian brought his blaster down and fired point blank into the beasts skull - he felt the heat rise as the plasma blast burned into the armor and the creature fell dead upon Liz. Jez was still behind him yelling into her Comm - attempting to reach Altair but the signal was being jammed - no doubt by the Sith or perhaps the late base defenses turning against them now. He believed his vision was going blurry but before he could second guess the matter he noticed the blue blur of a trio of shadowblades spring to life - tech crossed between the Jedi's lightsabers and a vibroblade - half similar to an ancient Mandalorian design - The blades were wielded by shadowalkers, and three of them just decloaked surrounding the group of beasts that were still clawing at Liz and Fuze. Another appeared at Stitch's side and almost as one all four of them descended upon the dark creatures - the blades carving easily into the armored hides of the beasts - and Lucian heard a shout from the hanger entrance.
"Secure the Cargo!"
*Altair activated his jetboots and leaped into the air flying across the room disruptor in hand charging and firing with deadly precision - each shot finding a weak point or an eye socket. Several other Shadowalker's dropped their cloaks from the mechanics racks flanking the sides of the Hanger - all wielding plasma sniper rifles similar to the one Liz had been using - their fire went to assist the groups of soldiers pinned down at various points across the hanger - allowing them to move towards the ship - or their own fighters, even still their losses had been high.. Altair landed next to Lucian and raised Fuze and Liz to their feet before stepping between them and the reformed ranks of Sith spawn and raising his bracers to the beasts - two bouts of flame shot from the sleeves of his trench coat bathing the beasts in flame. Then his disruptor set to work - the semi-auto fire setting dispensing the entire charge of the weapon in seven well placed shots tearing into the beasts at point blank range. The brief reprieve gave the troopers enough time to push the crates at last to the loading ramp of the Star Razer. Seven out of the Fifteen pilots had made it to their ships and now with the Shadowalkers covering them were able to start their own launch sequence. Altair holstered his disruptor and activated his own shield - the last among them who still had one and pulled his shadow blade free from one sleeve of his coat and joined combat with three of the Sith spawn that had rushed the loading port - giving his team enough time to finish loading - the four grounded Shadowalkers at his side forming a wall between the beasts and the cargo.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Sept 21, 2018 6:14:17 GMT -8
D'lyse didn't feel the drugs lessen in his system until he attempted to shift from his waking dream which caused a very jarring pain to be sent through his nervous system - a pain that by all rights should have been dulled by the narcotics that had knocked him out. This hospital was perhaps one of the worst he had ever had the displeasure to be admitted to. His vision blurred as he heard a bit of commotion outside of his room. He widened his eyes attempting to force them to adjust to the light levels in the room. He leaned forward and felt the cold chill once again... only a few moments later the figure in black moved into the room. His eyes widen as his good hand went instinctively to his hip looking for his blaster. He hadn't seen one before - no one in the Unit had, but he knew that that feeling. This was a Knight of Ren. Whatever that really meant... A darkside force user that Gadriel had trained them to fight against. He hadn't felt a presence like this sense the wars on Felucia twenty years ago. This presence seemed weaker than that - a chill to the skin as opposed to the feeling of his blood freezing in his skin - but it didn't matter either way. Without his armor, without his unit, without a weapon... he was as good as dead. He steeled himself as the figure spoke - its face obscured by the grinning skull mask - clearly female - clearly not messing around. His eyes flickered to Kenshin and he gritted his teeth slightly thinking to himself ~Foolish man~ and then his mind began to run calculations on what he had, what he was capable of, and how he was willing to sacrifice to protect his team. The bitter truth was, he was trained to sacrifice this entire planet to protect his team - but Gadriel taught them all better than that. He gripped the edge of the bed and forced himself to sit up from his inclined position as he answered the Knight.
"Through space..."
He answered almost immediately. The truth, and a quick response - a soldiers response, short simple to the point, but with a hint of resistance and no small amount of sarcasm. The question was stupid and the Knight knew it - which meant she was testing him, testing his resolve. He warned the stupid doctor not to get involved. There was nothing he could truly do for the man if the knight couldn't be pacified. He wasn't Gadriel, he wasn't going to try and talk the man down, or fight his influence with his own. There were members of the Unit that had force abilities - he wasn't one of them. He was a soldier - a good soldier, but still a soldier and a clone. Trained and bred to fight against force adepts - but there were limits, always limits. He heard the nurse begin to gasp for breath... this was only the beginning. For the moment D'lyse remained silent - awaiting the next question.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Sept 16, 2018 17:38:55 GMT -8
D'lyse had seen that look before - on the face of the men he took of Coruscant all those years ago. He got 22 of them off that planet but nearly a hundred more had died in the battle for their extraction. He saw that look on a childs face - no older than 15, and now that child led Gadriel's forces. That look - got people killed. He exhaled softly and attempted to move when Kenshin got up to leave but the pain in his arm made him stop. Whatever passed for drugs that they doped him with had worn off and the pain was slowly returning.
He exhaled shaking his head until the team came in to place the inflatable cast on his arm. He had been in the medbay many times and knew when to hold still and let them do their jobs. The cast would keep his arm from getting worse and the setting process beforehand wasn't as enjoyable and rebreaking bones was never something he enjoyed. As the narcotics took control of his body he slowly lost consciousness, he would deal with Kenshin when he woke up... if he woke up... suddenly, for reasons he couldn't explain as he was losing consciousness he grew very cold...
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Sept 16, 2018 8:24:45 GMT -8
As the Sithspawn rushed them the troopers fell into tight ranks protecting the command team - which in turn protected the shipment. Their progress was slowed by the beasts but they kept on - pushing their way across the hanger bay yard by yard - and at the center of the group Lucian and Jez stood shouting orders almost in unison - their clone twin minds linking them to be the perfect synergistic analyst and command they group had. The Fury Class Interceptor about 30 yards ahead had powered up their engines and completed pre-flight even as the group was waylaid by the beings now separating them. Every 30 seconds without fail Liz was able to put one down with a super charged plasma blast that at this range was hot enough to melt through just about anything - the rest of the soldiers however emptied round after round of blaster fire into the SithSpawn who didn't even seem to mind the harassment and kept on coming.
The soldiers fought hard even as they were dragged away from the main group by the beasts and devoured - their armor hardly protecting them against the creatures of darkness. After a half dozen had been taken Lucian changed tactics and ordered the group to scatter while the command crew tightened ranks to protect the cargo - hoping to distract the beasts by the motion and make them scatter as well. A downside of this sacrifice was that the troopers were more or less on their own as they scattered in groups of 2 or 3. With the scatter however there was an oppurtinity for the Star Razors anti personal blasters to come into play - large laser blasts smashing against the occasional SithSpawn or missing and charring the floor of the hanger.
Stitch lowered his weapons as two of the beasts broke free of the main group - unphased by the scatter technique and continued to stalk towards the crates. He stepped away from the rest of the group attempting to provide a distraction by making himself a target. It did not take long for one of the beasts to jump at him sensing the separation from the pack and deeming him a weaker target. Stitch hesitated only a moment until he was sure the beast had dedicated and then activated his personal shield and ducked causing the beast to slam into the shield and then his heavy white armor. His hand came up wielding a laser scalpel hoping to carve deep into the flesh beneath the foreleg - trusting his shielding and his armor to protect him from the claws and teeth of the beast as he shoved the scalpel deeper hoping to hit something important that would cause the beast to stagger back or hopefully collapse all together.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Sept 13, 2018 6:31:10 GMT -8
His bodies heightened metabolistic rate was quickly burning through the drugs that were being pumped into his body by the I.V. drip and the constant pain from his arm kept his mind always in two places and he was having a difficult time focusing, but the moment Kenshin mentioned the First Order and the StarDrive a flood of memories returned to him. A grenade - of course... he had been securing the hanger as Altair and the rest of the team retreated to complete the mission. They didn't even know the First Order was going to be here, and when they exited hyperspace they found themselves in the middle of a battle and Altair had ordered the mission to continue, with a few minor alterations. D'lyse tilted his head searching for a window first before simply looking skyward. If Altair had been successful the StarDrives main computer systems would be mush by now, and he would be in possession of the entire StarDrive registry of ships - the first building block to his new fleet. He exhaled softly attempting to focus on the issue at hand. Kenshin looked - to him - to be just another one of the countless people oppressed by the regime of the First Order. And considering the circomstances of his capture it seemed quite unlikely that his story would have held up... if he was captured in battle he would have been moved to one of the Capital ships leading the assault, unless of course the battle hadn't completed - or he required more attention then the ships medics could provide... unlikely knowing the First Order.
"If what you say is true... that is no longer a possibility. I cannot risk compromising my Captain's mission. And if you are being genuine about them not knowing who I am... Kenshin... you mustn't speak with me anymore. Once they realize my role in all of this you could be in great danger."
D'lyse was probably not capable of anything close to a concerned expression, but the mask that suddenly dropped over his face was one of grave certainty. He was in great danger, and not only him, anyone around him. His capture would no doubt mean torture, and though he had been programmed and trained to resist all manner of influence it wouldn't matter in the end.
"Best thing you can do... is turn me over to the First Order, and hope they don't retaliate against this facility for harboring me. I'll take my chances with their interrogators..."
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Sept 12, 2018 8:26:22 GMT -8
D'lyse took a few more moments in silence to gather himself and attempt to reorder his mind, and even as the meds started to flow through his body his memories began to reform in his head - he remembered the mission coming to Rendili, they were tasked with securing the shipyards, and that's what brought them here, but he shouldn't have been on the planet, his team should never have even broke atmo. Something had gone horribly wrong. He exhaled slightly blinking, he should have been out by now, he looked at the I.V. drip but there were no markings to indicate what he was given, but due to the fact he wasn't knocked out yet he was being kept awake intentionally. When Kenshin returned to question him he shifted slightly - attempting not to move his arm.
"The General died several years ago, we havn't worked with the Jedi Order since... Well... When was it... Our last posting was Zeltros, until the Royal Family regained control of the government to stabilize the unrest... or what passed for unrest on your planet. heh..."
The time he spoke of was at least twenty years earlier. The age showed on his face but the brilliance in his cloning had shown through regardless - he didn't look a day over age of majority - the age the clone host was when the DNA was offered for replication. His replication had been without any of the normal degradation that usually occurred with the gene code after duplication. In point of fact he had the experience of a 30 year veteran, but physically and medically he appeared to be still in his prime of life. He like all of his clone brothers and sisters that survived the chaos war to serve Altair were the same - but unfortunately the host gene sequence had been lost years ago, and so duplication off the current strain was impossible. These would be the last of their batch.
"I need to check in soon... is there a relay station within this medical center. My Captain will no doubt be looking for me... and he generally causes trouble if left unattended for long."
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Sept 5, 2018 11:12:15 GMT -8
Altair's face grew quizzical as he watched the jedi approach him, his demeanor became more apparent and now he could tell it wasn't panic that drove the man, but a dire sense of urgency, and he was about to find out why. His grey sky eyes widened at the sound of the bomb but he kept himself composed as he reached for the wrist comm and signaled his Shadowalkers that had assembled on the planet for Darius' funeral.*
::All Shadowalkers to the hanger - defend the cargo and secure the evacuation - i'll be joining you shortly::
*He then turned to the trooper next to him and whispered.*"You're in charge of the evac Cane... get Awen and the wounded out of here, I'll send the rest of the troopers to secure your retreat. And send someone to the General's old quarters... and find Paradigm, she's around here somewhere. Tell her to get Zendora to the Star Razor"*He looked back at Jair and nodded slowly lowering his voice.*"Gadriel always told me if this place was to fall there were things in the Archives he secured that couldn't be discovered... it was years ago but im sure those secret chambers are still there, if anyone could find a Jedi'ss secrets it would be another Jedi.... you should check it out, if you have the time. I must be going... Good to see you again."
*He raised a hand to Jair's shoulder and gave the Jedi a reassuring squeeze of support before his pulled his disruptor from its holster and lead the remainder of his troopers from the Medical bay towards the Hanger - his face mask sprouting from his armor and covering his features leaving only his dark dreadlocks visible.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Sept 4, 2018 16:31:57 GMT -8
*Altair shook his head slightly at the kid who seemed more than a little distracted and was about to order his troopers to secure him somewhere he wouldn’t be hurt until the Jedi made his clumsy and clearly panicked or at least rushed appearance. He shook his head slightly and began.*”This is my Facility, and who do you think...”*his eyes widened slightly at the face he hadn’t seen since the Chaos wars some many years earlier. He narrowed his eyes to focus on the face and blinked before realizing he wasn’t wrong. It was Jair.”Jair... I didn’t know you had returned... and what do you mean evacuate... it’s just a few Sith causing trouble, if you Jedi can’t handle the situation then I’ll deploy my Shadowalkers. But you can’t just abandon this base...”*Altair seemed much older and much more battle worn and he wasn’t even sure that Jair would have remembered a younger Ronan - he was barely a teen last they were even on the same planet but the look on his face indicates that while he was moving his research to keep it from the hands of the Sith, he wouldn’t be abandoning this base, not for anything.*
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Sept 4, 2018 9:06:37 GMT -8
D'lyse rolled his shoulders back slightly and grunted noncommittally at the nurse's request to do his job. He seemingly ignored the doctor as he attempted to overcome the pain moving through his broken arm and chest to reorder the events that brought him here. He slowly worked back to the last thing he remembered - A Mission to New Vertica, then there was Jabiim to rescue the Shadowalker... what planet did the nurse say he was on... Rendili? He had never been to Rendili in his life. He knew it was a shipyard, one of the oldest in the Galaxy. Had the war come here? Is that what had brought him to this planet... if so where was the Captain? Where was Altair? The nurse's questions in regards to how he felt brought him out of his revere and he looked back at the Zeltron as if seeing him for the first time. There was something familiar with him, and something very likeable right from the go - from his time on Zeltros hanging around so often off duty with Alex and Delilah he was quite familiar with the way their pheromones worked - he was also aware there was little he could do about it, when a Zeltron wanted you at ease it was difficult to fight the feeling. A neat trick for a nurse.
"Ever broken a bone or six, Doc?"He said rather sarcastically but with as much of a smile as he could muster.""I feel a bit off, but i'll manage... Feel like my arm has at least three breaks in it maybe more... What happened to it?"
He laid back slightly looking over at his arm. There were no burns from the explosion - his armor and his biosuit saved him from the majority of the blast damage - the breaks had come from the impact as he had used that arm to shield his head from the majority of the blast damage. The next questions threw him off slightly, and he nearly answered in just as conversational a tone as the questions came across but something stopped him and he tilted his head back towards the Nurse.
"Kenshin? Was it? Its Alya... not Anna. He was a Jedi before the War, or during a different war... It all blends together after a while doesn't it?"He tiredly looked at the Zeltron, taking note of his eyes and his reaction, something about the man was nagging at him, but the pheromones made it difficult to focus on what it was and so he simply answered the mans questions as honestly as he could."As for why we are here... Im not sure I remember... I cant even remember what happened that landed me in your care... Give me a bit, im sure it will come back to me when the pain subsides and I can focus."
He laid his head back trying to exhale as slowly as possible to spare his broken ribs. He needed bacta, a strong stim shot, serious pain killers and rest. The nurse moved to his feet and tested for feeling and he nodded and grunted noncommittally. There was nothing wrong with his legs - not yet anyways.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Sept 3, 2018 5:30:55 GMT -8
Though his head was still swimming D'lyse's senses were very slowly returning to him. The training he was put through as a clone ARC Trooper before being given the rank of Commander by the Jedi Gadriel was being put to the test. He had been trained to resist various interrogation techniques and had been conditioned to resist all manner of torture but very little would be able to prepare any being for such a brush with death as only an explosion from a grenade point blank could bring. He exhaled slowly - which caused yet another grunt of pain as his lungs worked against his broken ribs - and in the blurry field of his vision a red skinned face came into focus and suddenly he was thrown back at least 10 years - before the war - before Gadriel had died - when his unit was stationed on Zeltros for the Grand Jedi Alliance.
"Alex? What happened...?"He was clearly still delirious from the drugs and the pain - a delirium that should have been spared to him in any other situations, but that thought wouldn't come to him for some time. "D'lyse - Commander - Alya's Personal Guard.He answered without skipping a beat - still believing he had been the victim of some bar fight at the Scarlet Arya and Alex - the bar tender - was making sure he wasn't brain damaged."What happened... Where is Bobby? Where is the General?"
He tried to move and another jolt of pain shot through his chest which caused him to fall back against the bed. His head cleared slightly - focused because of the pain, but whatever was left of his bodies adrenaline was shot - he needed sleep, his body needed to shut down, and he wondered for a half a moment why he wasn't in a bacta tank back on the Hammer. Then the words Alex had said started to filter through the pain. 'Rendili' 'Alliance'. He would have passed out but by sheer force of will he opened his eyes and looked back at the Zeltron attempting to focus, and answered quite simply in a low deadpan voice...
"You're not Alex..."
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Sept 2, 2018 6:57:20 GMT -8
Fuze and Liz - who had been walking side by side in formation as they transported their cargo towards the Fury-Class Interceptor looked at one another considering the Jedi's command for a moment. With the power vacuum left by their Commanders capture on Rendilli it left three of the remaining 5 with matching rank, Fuze and liz among them. Liz gave a gesture that could have been seen as a shrug - though it was difficult because of her armor - and then raised her sniper rifle to take aim at a Beast on the far side of the hanger - she paused in her step for only half a second to scope the Sith spawn and then squeezed the trigger. The super hot plasma blast released from the long barrel of the rifle and shot across the hanger with a buzz only to smash straight between the eyes of one of the beasts. Her helmet visor turned from blue to red as she scanned the room with her HUD for viable targets while her rifle recharged. Fuze next to her taking the opportunity to engage the rest of his small force called out among the closed comm system Altair's army used - though his voice might still have been heard to those close enough.
::Contact Contact - all ranks engage.::
With the order being given the near 2 dozen clone troopers all raised their blasters in unison and began to fire at the targets closest to them - still not breaking ranks, slowly escorting their cargo across the hanger bay floor. Fuze looked back at the Jedi engaged with a rather large winged beast. He found it difficult to believe such a thing was sentient but after a moment realized that it was probably this beast that led the others and pulled out a trio of grenades from the belts wrapping around his chest - while he didn't engage the beast just yet he prepared himself - the darkness radiating from the Hat within one of the containers they were transporting would no doubt draw the attention of those Sith nearby.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Sept 2, 2018 6:26:15 GMT -8
No they dont belong to the Jedi, they belong to Altair. They are a part of the experiments he's been running on the planet for the last several RL months.
EDIT: I posted an engage as per the Jedi's 'suggestion' and i'll fall into post rotation now! Cheers
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Sept 1, 2018 10:53:19 GMT -8
In the most colossal way?
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Sept 1, 2018 9:03:34 GMT -8
D'lyse's eyes opened - and for a moment there he wasn't sure they had - all he saw was black. His head was swimming and before his vision could fully return to him he saw in his mind's eyes the face of his Captain shouting at him to get to his feet. He tried to speak - tried to call out 'trooper down' - but no words came from his lips just a grunt and a pained moan. He didn't know what had happened couldn't even remember the last thing he had been doing - he didn't know where he was - and he wasn't even sure he was still alive before the darkness closed in on him again and the fever dreams took hold of him... and he saw...
"Follow orders... get to the hanger and get out..." Altair shouldered his rifle and checked the charge on his disruptor before moving towards the exit of the control room - his intention of course to go back and find D'lyse whose biosuit had just failed usually indicating death. His tactical team had orders to get the information from the main computer and get to the evacuation site and yet they were all simply looking back and forth to one another wondering who would be the first one to confirm orders and take charge. In this situation it would have been D'lyse - and now three of them all held the same rank. In those moments of hesitation Stitch had moved across the room as Altair was checking his weapons and raised the butt of his own rifle and brought it down hard on Altair's neck causing him to fall to the ground with a large THUD. "Captain Altair is hereby unfit for command by Medical Order... I am taking command. Liz - finish the download - get what you can... we're leaving. Fuze - collect the Captain would you and don't forget the Disruptor. A discharge from command is going to be bad enough, but if he loses that he'll kill us all." Stitch moved towards the door and began rigging the explosive they had set to explode with any power surge attempting to open the doorway.
"CAPTAIN!"
D'lyse shot awake in a sudden surge of adrenaline the fever dream had given him - his eyes still swimming in the delirium of the vision he was having - hallucination or not it seemed real - it seemed as though he was watching it all play out before him. He couldn't focus enough to pull himself out, and even then he was losing focus - losing control on reality and slipping back into the dream.
Fuze ran up the ramp of the docked Fury-class interceptor carrying their Captain just as the last of the civilians that could be evacuated were being loaded onto the Corvette - the last Hammerhead they had with Lucian and Jez at the helm. The other Hammerhead - Jez' ship was too heavily damaged and had to be abandoned - rigged to explode as soon as they left making this auxiliary hanger impossible to use. Stitch made his way to the cockpit of the interceptor and passed orders for Janus to leave at once. Within moments the two ships pulled away - the explosion from the third covering their escape as they pushed towards open space plotting their jump to hyperspace.
D'lyse eyes opened once more. It was impossible to tell how much time had passed or where he was. All he saw was black, but it was a different sort of black this time, and finally his memory began to rebuild itself and he remembered the battle in the hanger - the explosion from the grenade going off... the alarms on his biosuit blaring - the bitter taste of copper and iron in his mouth - the pain of at least three broken ribs - a shattered arm and a headache that swore to a concussion at the very least. All the adrenaline had drained from his body and all he felt was pain and regret...
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Sept 1, 2018 8:30:13 GMT -8
I'm currently evacuating some rather powerful Force attuned artifacts in the Hanger... if any of you want to interact that's on you! 6 commandos with the works in armor and weapons and 20 or so basic clone troopers. for the moment. there are also a handful of shadowalkers lingering about the base probably wont do anything unless shit goes sideways...
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Sept 1, 2018 8:17:43 GMT -8
Shadow was nervously pacing back and forth within his Force Sensitive containment sell when he felt more than saw the power fluctuations. He could hear explosions and screams of battle even from here... where he was helpless, listening to his brothers fight and die without him. The detention center was one of the last places he expected the battle to come to and yet he felt the power failure effecting this unit of the base as well. He couldn't feel anything - trapped here as he was, but he kept his eyes open for anything moving through the corridors...
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Sept 1, 2018 8:14:20 GMT -8
Altair's Tactical Command team arrived through the corridor leading from the Medical and cloning wing. They moved in a tight two-by-two formation each of them decked out in full gear and shield generators active and at full power. They did not engage the Sith or the attempt to aid the ragged defense force in any way - they were clearly escorting several shipments of large containers one of which emitted a powerful darkside presence - the other a more powerful light side presence. So long as they were not directly engage they would keep to their primary mission. Along with the Tactical Team several dozen phase 2 clone troopers moved through the hanger as well surrounding the shipments making their way towards a Fury-Class Interceptor docked in the corner - engines beginning their warm-up sequenceSeveral of the troopers wearing flight suits broke off from the section with an escort of 2 troopers per pilot and broke for their ships - Aurek Fighters flanking a Hammerhead corvette whose engines also roared to life at the entrance of the evacuation team.
Lucian stood amidst the three pairs of Commandos barking orders holding a DC-17 quite uncomfortably in his hands - eyes flickering back and forth across the large hanger at the fight raging before them. The sithspawn new to him and the Jedi and Sith combatants making their planned escape quite tedious - but Altair had given his orders. The Artifacts must be evacuated...
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Sept 1, 2018 8:05:06 GMT -8
"Get the Hat and the Spear on board the Star Raiser... I'm going to find Paradigm and retrieve the Book. We have to get our research off the planet before it falls into the hands of the Sith... or the Jedi. Keep our forces dedicated towards the defense of the Hanger and..."
*Altair and his command force rounded the corner just in time to see a group moving people through the base - wounded no doubt - this facility had become impossible to secure ever since the Sith Raid had started - which is why they had begun their evacuation of the planet. What they were working on was too important to be disrupted by the squabbles between these two factions - this was not his war. His commands were cut short as he noticed a Padawan - or so he assumed - standing in the middle of the corridor.*
"Thank you Lucian... see to it, and you and Jez get what's left of Gadriel's fleet back in the sky... Dismissed."He turned his gaze back towards the boy in the corridor."You boy..."
Altair's voice was firm and commanding - it had been many years ago, and a different war, but something about the child standing there made him think of a far younger version of himself... when he still went by the name Ronan.
"Who assigned you here?"
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