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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jun 4, 2023 19:52:40 GMT -8
==On Wing's of Eagles== <<113 PP (123 ABY); R6 Sector, Felucia, Kway Teow, Special Loading Zone>>
The trip had been an interesting experience for Orania. It had been the first time she had been bond to a ship for the entire journey. A long, mostly boring series of hyperspace jumps cutting a route from nearly the opposite side of the galaxy. Of course, that could be said of any trip from Lehon to the more civilized regions. She found she had liked the views of hyperspace in person, but experiencing it through the sensor network of a ship was completely different. Even with the relatively weak sensors of a GR75, it had been an awe inspiring vista. One she couldn't wait to get back to. The fact that pilots didn't age while in the Casket was just an extra bonus.
Of course, now she had to actually make a delivery. After settling the ship down on the indicated landing pad, & shutting everything down to standby, she triggered the release & unbonded with the ship. As always, she was shaky on her feet, even with the time it took for the gel to drain from the tank. Fortunately, the hydrostatic field that remained even when the lid was open meant that at least she wasn't wet or sticky. With someone shaky hands, she slipped back into the standard duty uniform of the Mandalorian Empire. Once she was more suitably covered than just a bodysuit, she headed down to the boarding ramp to wait for the local representative. Hopefully, she wouldn't be waiting long before she could get the cargo switched out.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jun 4, 2023 18:58:18 GMT -8
==On Wing's of Eagles== <<113 PP (123 ABY); R6 Sector, Felucia, High Orbit>>
The unnamed transport ship burst into the system in a flash of pseudomotion, one moment empty space, the next a sleek silver hull of ultrachrome. It wasn't an unknown arrival however, it and its cargo were expected. Not only expected, it & its sister ships made regular trips to the fungal world. The GR-75's cargo pod was loaded from bulkhead to bulkhead with an impressive number of cryopods, each containing livestock animals intended for delivery to the planet below.
-Orania Traffic Control, this is commerce shipment to the agricultural subsidiary. Requesting clearance to land at Kway Teow.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jun 3, 2023 17:47:07 GMT -8
==On Wing's of Eagles== <<113 PP (123 ABY); G11 Sector, Lehon, Industrial Site>>
Despite the new flight wings decorating her uniform, Orania was less than enthusiastic about her new assignment. She shouldn't be surprised, as flying trade missions was one of the most common duties for those that earned their flight certification, regardless of their rank. It was also a way that the military got as much out of a task as possible. It was a relatively low risk assignment, despite the various border skirmishes & pirates in the galaxy. It helped officers gain much needed experience. & it helped to shore up the economic might of the Mandalorian Empire, instead of having to rely only on merchant captains.
She had already flown her newly assigned GR75 from the military landing fields to the industrial center that had her first cargo waiting. A ship that didn't even have the honor of a name, just a registration number. At the moment, the warmth of the sun felt good on the dark purple of her scales. Fortunately, she wasn't responsible for actually loading the cargo. That was being done by a team of drones. Also fortunate in her view was that the cargo wasn't free range. Even though it was a shipment of genetically modified & grown livestock, every last beast was loaded into cryogenic pods & sleeping comfortably. It was a steady stream of dull grey pods, collectively being packed in as tight as the ship's hold would allow.
It was a remarkably efficient operation & all too soon the loading was complete. Taking custody of the load was equally quick, as it was a regular shipment & the empire did what it could to streamline when possible. After logging the manifest in the ship's computer, as well as placing a separate copy in a secure locker, she manually inspected the cargo. While the drones were unlikely to make a mistake, it was better to check & make sure nothing misfortune had happened & no mistakes were made. It did not take long, given the relatively small size of the ship. Within fifteen minutes, she was back in the cockpit of her ship. With quick practiced motions, she stripped down & stowed her own gear. A few minutes more of physically hooking into the ship & she once again was one with the ship. Checking one last time on the cargo with her internal sensors, she was satisfied everything was in order. Making sure her flight plan was logged & clear, she lifted off into the sky, heading for the distant world of Felucia.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jun 3, 2023 16:08:53 GMT -8
Personnel FileOrania Dizen Or'diniiBorn: 105 ABY (90 PP) Died: N/A Spouse: N/A Parents: Aya Dizen Or'dinii boards.jedivsith.com/post/155979Tahu Potiki Occupation: Mandalorian Empire Military Officer Rank: Flight Marine Awards: None Military Certifications: General Combat, Flight (Bond, Pilot, Drone) Scientific Degrees: Graduation Technical Certifications: None Physical DescriptionSpecies: Rakata Gender: Female Height: 2.2 Meters (7 feet 3 inches) Weight: 91 kilograms (200 pounds) Eye Color: Molten Gold Skin/Scale Color: Dark Purple along back and rear. Lighter purple across face and front of torso. Scattered red highlights. Distinguishing Features: None Cybernetics: Full neural interface, Hifold Sensory Package, Universal D-Package, Internal Commlink, Soul Crystal Force Sensitivity: Minimal Force Training: None Personal EffectsWeapons: 1 E1 Rifle, 1 1911 slugthrower, 1 thrusting knife (25 cm) Equipment: Repulsor boots Vehicles: None Starships: None Typical Clothing: Tends toward minimal clothing when not in uniform. Other Notable: Carries minimal personal belongings while deployed, but does maintain a suite in the Royal Palace of the Citadel. Personal History108 PP (118 ABY): Family Drama SLOrania has a meeting with her grand mother in law. Lehon 1 boards.jedivsith.com/post/125366/thread113 PP (123 ABY): On Wing's of EaglesOrania undergoes final testing for graduation from Cadet. Afterwards, she is assigned to trade delivery assignment. Lehon 1 boards.jedivsith.com/post/154934/threadFelucia 1 boards.jedivsith.com/post/155075/threadFelucia 2 boards.jedivsith.com/post/155078/thread
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on May 29, 2023 19:22:03 GMT -8
==On Wing's of Eagles== <<113 PP (123 ABY); G11 Sector, Lehon, Plu'tonium Cay, Clan Naval Academy>>
The Naval Academy Of Lehon was on of the premier training institutes in the Mandalorian Empire. Given that only Clan Ordinii, their supporting minor clans, & the socii factions even still acknowledged a Mandalorian Empire, and that Lehon was the capital world, it was fairly inevitable that would be the case. It was not, however, the only Naval Academy remaining in the territory of those still holding onto the Empire. More than a dozen various naval academies were scattered over the breadth of its territory. The standard training course required a three year training cycle, followed by a two year forward deployment. Those deployments were to active naval ships of the Empire. Once the full term of forward deployments was finished, the Cadets would all cycle through The Academy on Lehon for final testing & promotion to active ranks.
One such cadet was Orania Dizen (of Clan Ordinii). Her grandfather had effectively founded an several new branches of the clan. First as a major proponent of the project that brought the native Rakata back from extinction. Then a second time as head of the clone projects on Kamino. & then a third time by spearheading (and being the genetic source) for one of the largest & most audacious cloning experiments & projects in recorded history. Her mother was currently Imperator of the entire Empire (though the Empire is itself only part of the larger Mandalorian Assembly), & a former Mand'alor. Neither of those facts gained her the slightest hint of favoritism or leniency from the tutors or the crews she had worked with over the years. In fact, the opposite was true. The standing policy was that members of the extended royal family (such as herself) were required to score significantly higher than required for any other Cadet.
She was back on the world of her birth for the final tests before being promoted from cadet to a full fledged member of the Clan Navy. The sun was hot overhead, despite the still early hour of the morning, as she made her way across the landing pad. She made good time across the huge space, using the weak repulsors in her armored boots to quickly glide like a skater. Despite her Rakata heritage & how much time she spent in space or on tropical worlds, Orania loved to skate, especially ice skating. She could have walked, or even caught one of the regular ground trams that scooted around the pad, but she didn't get many opportunities to skate, & she took every one she could.
The gleaming silver hulls of the Imperium ships parked on the landing field never ceased to amaze her. As far as she knew, no other faction in the galaxy used Ultrachrome hulls for their ships anymore. Sure, with modern shields it was little more than ornamentation, but the sleek silver shine of it gave the warships a beauty that couldn't be matched. Most of the ships on the field were GR-75s loaded with standard cargo pods, though a few Crusader Corvettes were scattered here & there. She quickly found her designated training ship. It actually wasn't difficult at all, given the logical way the pads were laid out. As she expected, she had been tasked with a GR-75 for her first binding. The GRs weren't glamorous, But Orania knew they were the workhorses of the Imperium. Both its military & economic power was built on their bones. This one, however, was only a training ship. Loaded with nothing more interesting that sand for stability.
As she logged in at the boarding ramp, she reflected on stories she had heard from the early days of the clan. In the old days, trained crews had been so short, that many of the smallest ships didn't have crews at all. They instead had been controlled either remotely from larger ships, or piloted by a drone machine. It had been done of necessity, & those unreliable methods had been slowly altered over the decades. In her own experience, only fighters & bombers were still remotely piloted for most situations. However, she had served on a Frigate that had a Drone Corvette assigned to it. It had been an interesting three months before she had been transferred to her next billet. Long gone were also the days of the Socii Factions fielding their own military forces as auxiliary units. Now, everyone served on the same crews, with a single uniform & rank structure. Of course, each crew member was allowed to wear the emblem of the Socii Faction in a place of pride. Even the Mandalorian members of the military had the standard uniform, though they had the option of wearing their armor instead if they chose.
As this was a training ship, there were already a full dozen crew on board. Four of those would be actually coming along on the test flight, both to evaluate her performance & to fly the ship in case her actions put herself, the ship, or others in danger. The other eight were medical officers & technicians. Of those, only one would be staying on board. Judging from the emblems on display, she had an interesting mix of Socii, Ordinii, & Minor clans represented. As she made her way to the cockpit, she saluted the only real officer on the ship. The name plate read "Awet, Sheshy" & her uniform had the single thin gold stripe of a Lieutenant. Everyone else on the ship, herself included, had some combination of silver stripes denoting the junior grades.
-LT Awet Cadet Dizen?
She said the name like she either didn't recognize the ruling family, or didn't care. Either way, it was a fair bit better than the usual reaction from instructors. Without waiting for a reply, the Lieutenant Immediately hustled her off to the medical crew. It was then that Orania got her first real sight of a Casket. She had seen simulators of the devices many times, but those had been clearly marked with the training icons on blazons. This was the real thing, & it was open & waiting. In many regards, it looked like someone had taken a medical bed with restraints, then installed it in a regen tank. Then mounted the entire contraption inside a shining ultrachrome escape pod barely large enough to fit it. Of course, that was more or less exactly what it was. The Casket was the living heart of every spaceship in the Imperium. It was what allowed most ships to get by with only a single crew on board in an emergency. Even larger warships were controlled primarily by several Caskets each controlling a different primary system. While most ships larger than corvettes did still have other crew on board, they were mostly damage control & backups.
She had worn her standard uniform for this exact reason. Today would be her first time to step into a Casket for real & be one with the ship. The standard uniform included a pair of trousers & a tunic, but the majority of it was a fairly form fitting bodysuit. One that included port sockets for most of the standard cybernetics used by the clan, including those required to Bind with a device. She quickly stripped out of the tunic & pants, stowing both in a small locker just inside the Casket's hatch. Like its nickname, the Casket itself was flat on the floor, & after stowing her gear, she climbed into it like a high walled bed. The medical staff were professional & experienced. Despite her own nerves, they quickly attached the multiple of fine wires into the ports to her internal cybernetics. They also strapped her firmly in place. There was a manual release that could be activated if needed, but it was still a touch uncomfortable. Not that she would mind if everything went correctly.
Within minutes, she had been firmly strapped, wired, had a mask placed over her lower face, been closed into the Casket, & been immersed in a shock absorbent gel. At last, the last step of securing her occurred. With a tingling ripple, she was encased in a stasis field. She knew it wasn't a standard field. Normally, a person wouldn't be aware of time passing anymore, they would simply pause until the field was dismissed. The Rakata, however, had come up with a strange variant. A person inside one of those stasis fields could still think & perceive time as normal, but would be unable to act or even feel their own body. It had been a form of imprisonment & torture. But with modern cybernetics & a few other interesting bits of tech gathered from other races, it had become so much more. There was a voice inside her mind, carried by her cybernetics & the links to the ship.
-LT Awet All checks complete. Proceed with binding when ready.
If she could still breath, she might have taken a deep breath. Instead, she had already reached out for the ship, as she had done in simulations so many times before. To her surprise, all the stories about real bindings being more difficult was false. What wasn't false was the depth of the data she was getting. In simulations, she always had felt like she was wearing the ship. Now she WAS the ship. Her deep breath did come, as the engines gulped air & roared with power. Her heart was a furnace. Her silver skin drinking in the warmth of the sun. She could see the landing crew giving the signal for a clear takeoff zone. With a twitch, she pulled her boarding ramp closed. Suddenly, the voice of the Lieutenant again.
-LT Awet Binding nominal. Proceed with check flight.
With a surging roar, she pushed herself up into the sky. It was poetry in motion. The sun above, the sea below. her body was heavily loaded, but she was STRONG to match the weight. It only gave her something to balance against. Of course, there was still work to be done. She had to flying a carefully chosen course. A task that was simplicity itself with the chart data information available in her eyes. She had had to run a number of systems checks that were as simple as pain or the lack of it. She had to direct the onboard drones to complete various tasks while still flying. That was more difficult, it was like trying to tell your blood cells what to do & getting them to listen. But the drones had been well designed for the task & she managed it without more than a few minor mistakes. At long last, she was gracefully extending her feet & setting down once again on the landing pad. After the normal post flight checks she pulled back away from the ship. Becoming smaller. Becoming herself again. She stumbled a little as she was helped out of the Casket. It was both familiar & odd to be small, weak flesh again. To her surprise, the Lieutenant was waiting for her. Orania managed a salute, though she still felt extremely wobbly. This time, the Lieutenant snapped a salute back, rigid & parade ground proper.
-LT Awet Cadet Dizen, Congratulations on passing your flight exam with excellent marks. I am pleased to be the first to address you as Marine Dizen. Well done.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jun 12, 2021 23:40:32 GMT -8
Of course, I'll follow your lead... He pulled his bike alongside Katherine's and followed her on the trail back to the dig site from where his tomb had been. He had taken little notice of the worksite when he had left. But now it was filled with activity. People examining items he knew they considered artifacts of a bygone era. It was strange to have people looking at mundane things such as dishes with such wonder and awe. He would never really understand that about the future. A peculiarity which he would ignore.
He easily transitioned himself off the bike and walked toward the camp. His gaze taking in the hired guards whom were quickly convening upon his location. He suspected some of them had friends or relations amongst those he had slaughtered moments ago. While he could easily kill them, it did seem like a waste when he could try take a diplomatic approach. He came to a stop and motioned toward where Katherine was sitting on her speeder bikeI have returned with your ward safe and unharmed... The same cannot be said for your compatriots. But the same does not need to happen to you... We can fight, and you will die, or... You can hire your services out to me instead. Precious metals and gems of great value could be yours to spend. The choice is yours gentlemen... Kat watched, with more than a little satisfaction, as her former boss did exactly what she expected him to. Make a fool out of himself. The overweight man forced his way to the front of the crowd & tried to get nose to nose with the Pharaoh. For the most part this just meant he was all but trying to push the ancient king back with his belly.-Professor Now you listen here. I don't know who you think you are. But this is my dig site & you will return anything & everything you have taken from it immediately. Otherwise, you will receive a right proper thrashing, followed by being handed over to the local authorities. I hear they still cut the hands off thieves on this world.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Apr 28, 2021 1:37:11 GMT -8
She nodded. Basic probably hadn't even existed when this being last roamed free. That being the case, if it .... He could gain the ability to speak it with such little effort, it should come as no surprise that he could operate most machinery as well. Or if he couldn't, he would quickly learn how. On the other hand, it meant that she wouldn't have him riding behind her. She wasn't sure if the thought was disappointment or relief.
Of course, my lord. If you will follow, we will head straight for the site.
The trip back didn't take long. A speeder bike had vastly more mobility than a single person on foot, even someone like Khubris. She didn't really expect much difficulty from the staff she had left behind. The majority of them were simply interns, filling out various credit hours until they could get their degrees. A few were the rich dabblers that always seem to attach themselves to such projects. There was, of course, the boss of the site. But he was little more than an overweight slob that only went on such trips because his current university position was too low to brush it off on others. As for the hired local help. Well, Kat didn't really know how they would react. But it would be interesting to see.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Apr 12, 2021 2:13:07 GMT -8
Watson nodded. The first step would be to recover at least a pair of the speeder bikes. Unfortunately, several of them were damaged. Of course, that still left several others. After a moment's thought though, she realized he might not even know how to ride. That would be the actual first step.
Do you know how to ride, my lord?
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Feb 9, 2021 2:59:23 GMT -8
She hesitated a moment after watching him effectively pull a glass of water out of thin air. Given what else she had seen him do, she really shouldn't be surprised. On the other hand. She had left the area dominated by sanity some time ago. She had no clue what was going to happen next, but she was starting to get curious to see where all this would lead.
She holds the glass for a long moment, still mostly sprawled out in the sand. The glass was slightly cool & the water inside faintly steamed from the reaction of cold liquid with hot air. It was a balancing point. She could see that much clearly. This would be the moment that would decide her future. For better or worse, she would make a choice that would drastically alter the future. Regardless of which choice she made. There was no real way to know what would happen. But only two paths continued from this point. She could chose the life she had known. The galaxy as it was. Or she could throw herself into the unknown. A mysterious past suddenly returned to the present.
Her mind quickly flickered, too fast to be conscious thought, through endless boring days. One after the other. School as a child. Yet more school as a young adult. Then the mindless grinding press of work. Endless boring functions spent flattering old fat men that thought far too much of themselves. & her mind flickered into that possible future. More of the same. Endless. Repetitive. & then death.
No
She stood in a smooth motion, not even noticing the manacles of sand falling away from her feet like loose powder. With a smooth motion, she drained the entire glass & let it fall to the ground. The sand was too soft to break the glass, which landed with a soft thump. She gazed into the distance beside Pharaoh. She didn't know if that was a name or yet another title. She didn't really care either. She looked into the distance with him. Trying to see what he might be looking for. Or looking at. But there was only endless sand.
Yes. I will.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Feb 8, 2021 2:23:32 GMT -8
He couldn't be seriously asking her what she wanted. To be sure, from this angle she was entirely sure the figure was a he. But given that he was asking & the lack of other options, not answering would probably be a bad idea. On the other hand, telling him that she wanted nothing so much to be off this horrible planet & back on some more respectable work with an assignment that was actually worthwhile (& less crazy) would probably not go over well.
Ah ... A glass of water would be nice. If you please?
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Feb 7, 2021 21:57:05 GMT -8
She sat there for several seconds after the mysterious being's pronouncement. While she had been looking into various ancient sites. She hadn't really expected to find anything. Let alone having something find her. Now she had some potentially ancient being claiming to be god standing over her. & said being has just brutally slaughtered her entire escort of local muscle.
It .... It's a pleasure to meet you?
She wasn't really sure what to do, but years of jockeying for position in academic circles had at least given her some habits to fall back onto.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jan 22, 2021 19:45:19 GMT -8
==Naval== <<110 PP; G11 Sector, Lehon, Middle Beach>>
The cadets stood in massed ranks. Today's ceremony was the graduation class for the New Etti Socii System, and the graduates stood in their perfectly crisp purple & black uniforms. Each Socii System had their own uniforms, though the ranks, rank insignia, & training courses had long since been standardized by the Imperium. This was to minimize any confusion when multiple units from technically separate navies worked together. Something that was actually fairly common.
This was the first time that Cadet (P1) Albastar, had been able to visit the capital world of the Imperium. His class had just under a thousand members standing in perfect formation on the parade field. That was a fairly standard size for his world, though he know other worlds could boast a higher quarterly class graduation. Still he was proud. He had worked hard over the last five years to prove himself worthy of wearing the purple & black uniform. Today, he would no longer be a lowly cadet trying to earn his way. Today, he & all his remaining class mates would be full members of the military might of the Imperium.
It was much warmer on Lehon than on the colony world of New Etti. There, snow was common year round. He doubted it ever snowed here, based on how much he was sweating into his undertunic. Thankfully, the speeches had just finished. The first rank of new military officers passed before the stage. Each one being handed a small jeweler's box & exchanging a salute with the officer that had just sworn them into service. As his turn finally arrived, he took the small box & exchanged his own salute. As of now, he was officially Marine (P2) Wulfric Albastar.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jan 16, 2021 6:01:11 GMT -8
Clan D'Ordinii was often thought of more as an economic power than a military one. Aurelius knew that was because the clan took the ideal that it was just another form of warfare. A form they were particularly gifted with. He stood up to respond to the Australis Mando.
-Aurelius You are a weak coward. Your plan would slowly bleed the clans dry of both reputation & funds. In the short term, things might look fine. Your clan would suffer some minor economic hits. But it would soon be known that other clans are unwilling to fight. Our prestige would drop. People would stop offering clans contracts for mercenary work. & your own clan would slowly need to pay out fewer & fewer of the bribes needed to keep the other clans docile. Any clan foolish enough to take your offer would only be agreeing to die slowly of a thousand cuts, all while watching your own clan become the dominate power.
He pauses a moment to take stock of the others gathered. His gauntlet creaked under the pressure of his grip on his knife.
-Aurelius You say you don't want to see mandos killing each other. But poverty & rot kills as surely as any blade. & your plan would soak your hands in the blood of countless mandos.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jan 13, 2021 21:00:35 GMT -8
She stumbled as her foot caught on something. Glancing down, she saw what looked like a manacle made from the sand at her feet clamped around her ankle. She clawed at it, but it was as unyielding as durasteel. A shadow fell across her, & she glanced up to see the the glint of two suns off the being's metal skin. She was trapped.
Who .... Who are you?
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jan 13, 2021 20:49:14 GMT -8
Labrax Aurelius was on duty when the Australis Alor had entered & called for a meeting. The Rakata had no great love for the mando. The last time that particular mando had been in this hall, one of Aurelius' fellow emissaries had threatened to gut the hot head rogue. Hopefully, this meeting would go somewhat better. Though Aurelius fingered the knife at his belt. If it didn't, he could always make good the promise already made.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jan 8, 2021 6:47:08 GMT -8
She remained frozen in places as he walked over & towered above her. She didn't understand what he was saying, though, & only looked on blankly. She could only watch in terror as he seemed to drain the fluids from the three remaining figures. As he turned & stalked back toward her, she managed to stagger upright. A moment later & she was running flat out across the sand. Directly away from the horrible figure & not bothering to listen to anything else he might say or do. Her only goal was to be as far away as quickly as possible.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jan 6, 2021 18:56:05 GMT -8
Ms. Watson could only watch in horror as the last three figures still on their mounts were impaled with glass spikes. Given they were still in the process of gliding to a halt, the impact was even more brutal that it might have otherwise been. Their bikes continued onward, leaving the three impaled figures dangling & dripping into the sand below them. The shouts of terror drew her attention back to those that had already been knocked from their vehicles. Within moments, the remaining figures had been drawn down into the sand. Out of sight. The sudden silence was vast, with only the cooling glass popping from moment to moment. Only two figures were left on the sand, & Ms Watson realized how far out of her depth she was.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Dec 8, 2020 2:09:15 GMT -8
Seven more shots rang out. & seven more of the hired muscle fell. Not all of them were death, though several were. Some were only wounded, while others had the bikes shot out from under them. That only left three riders still in the saddle by the time they got their blasters clear of their holsters. The men were by no means fighters. Mostly they had been hired as extra raw muscle to dig in sand or move stones. As well of possibly helping to carry heavier artifacts. On the other hand, they were locals. Meaning they were use to the occasional fight. & now they had blood in their eyes from this stranger shooting into their group.
Three blasters came up & sprayed a rough haze of red bolts at the figure. It wasn't very accurate fire, but it was continuous & aimed more or less in the right direction. Even an amateur could manage to walk their fire onto a human sized target fairly quickly with something as easy to aim as a blaster pistol. Two more figures on the ground recovered enough to try & continue drawing their own blasters. The rest of the downed men only lay in the dust, screaming or silent as their wounds dictated.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Dec 7, 2020 7:39:25 GMT -8
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Dec 7, 2020 5:10:49 GMT -8
If Ms. Watson had been surprised by the tomb robbing, she was even more surprised when her fair sized group was ambushed following the tracks of the tomb robbers. She had expected the tracks to lead a short way before reaching some kind of vehicle. Instead they had continued off into the dunes. Whatever the person found in there must not have been too large. But something had been in that tomb, she was sure.
There was a loud bang from ahead & one of her workers fell off his bike. She knew the local tribes used slugthrowers. She had even been in camp once or twice when a random shot had been fired at them. This was the first time she had been directly under fire though, even if she hadn't been the target. She actually fell completely out of her bike's saddle at the surprise & terror. Though the other riders didn't notice. In part due to her being at the back of the group, & in part due to being distracted by trying to draw their own weapons. Fortunately, a combination of the soft terrain & slow speeds they were traveling at saved her from more than minor injuries.
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