Dolmin Teague
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Post by Dolmin Teague on Dec 30, 2020 9:06:13 GMT -8
Dolmin jogged at a steady pace, mopping up the remaining resistance between himself and the door. The jog was still akin to a boloball linebacker on heavy stims careening down the corridor, knocking aside any still-standing resistance. But, as he approached, he saw the smaller Mandalorian - the one with the witty banter - deciding to chime in again while still facing down enemies."You think if we knock, they'll let us in." She teased about the blast doors. "Maybe Big Guy can punch us through." MROW! A lothcat appeared on her HUD and Lynris yelped in surprise. At the same time, a B2 stomped towards her, its arm outstretched. As he saw her stagger in surprise, he also noticed the large droid about to open fire on her. Quickly aiming his Bluebolt blaster, Dolmin rang out one, two shots to the torso, spinning it more towards him; following up with a third and fourth shot to the droid's optics, the B2 dropped like a bad habit, and Dolmin offered a nod to his compatriot as he started jogging by again. He was approaching the end of the corridor, when he saw the Commander stop for a moment and look back at him. ::What about it, Teague? Want to knock and see who's home?:: She made her way up towards the main bridge doors, and saw the controls had been blasted, so slicing was out. A pair of uniformed troops came around a corner from an adjoining passage, and she threw two knives from the hip, each finding a chest and sinking in, dropping the two blaster toting enemies to the floor. Dolmin was still in awe at the smallish hume's battle prowess, but did his best to remain professional, nodding to the Commander as he shrugged his shoulders, stepping up to where the door stood. He looked it over, fanning his massive wingspan across the width of it to see if there were any obstructions or such. Then, a funny thought occurred to him, and he realized he couldn't pass the opportunity up. "Knock, huh?"Squaring up to the door, Dolmin raised one hulking arm. Clenching it into a fist, he eased up beside the door and...well, knocked. In a rhythmical fashion, he began to mutter an old nursery song he learned as a kid...::"All a-round the a-ne-mo-ne...the narwhal chased the porgie...he caught right up, and stabbed it with glee..."::He then slammed his gauntleted hands into the door's gap, creating a seam, which his fingers slid into.::"POP!"::The hydraulic pressure in his arms whined as he pulled the doors aside.::"It's porg sushi!"::Might not have been all that professional, but kark, it felt good to do it...Kaine Australis | Lynris Skirata | Moff Giddyup
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Kaine Australis
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Post by Kaine Australis on Dec 31, 2020 0:10:55 GMT -8
And the bridge doors were ripped apart and near off their hinges by the massive strength of the impressive Herglic mercenary. Amy approved of that sort of very effective forced entry being added to their ersatz and cobbled together strike team's repertoire.Kandosii!She entered the bridge and was faced with troopers and officers, still half-frozen in the smoky haze of fire suppressant, gaping at the way their command sanctum had been thoroughly and violently violated in such a basic way. A female officer was closest to Amaranth as she advanced. The purple haired woman raised a blaster pistol in a trembling hand, and even mouthed the word 'pew' as she fired. Contempt filled the Mandalorian female for what she saw as such a weak display. The red blaster bolt pinged off Amaranth's helmet. She continued to advance. The lack of result from the purple haired woman's blaster shot seemed to shock and awe the female officer into paralysis, her jaw dropping. Amaranth showed no mercy, punching her in the face with a right hook, real, real hard. She was rewarded with the crack of the officer's nose and a spray of red blood as her enemy fell at her feet, out like a light, dropping the blaster.
Amy retrieved it and shot a trooper who was aiming at her. Not her weapon of choice, but needs came first, and the blaster was handy.::Clear them out!:: She called to the team. ::Let's secure the vessel.::Dolmin Teague Lynris Skirata Calok Warr Cuyan Skirata Duraanir Skirata
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Calok Warr
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Post by Calok Warr on Dec 31, 2020 7:09:18 GMT -8
Calok entered the bridge behind Amy, taking a position off to the right. Taking a few quick shots before the pain in his arm paid him another visit. He rolled his shoulder up and back... that awkward motion that only makes you think the pain is subsiding, but in reality just makes if worse.
He glanced over at the exchange between Amy and the female officer, then looked back to the other troops on the bridge. As Amy gave the order to clear the ship out; he looked to the trooper he had just shot. Still moving, he put a few more bolts through the troopers visor.
Between the lot of them, the bridge was in more than capable hands. He looked at Amy as he started heading out back out of the bridge.
"I'm going to engineering. Make sure no ones going to try anything funny with the engines"
He didnt wait for approval or a response; he just walked out heading down another corridor heading to the engineering rooms.
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Lynris Skirata
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Post by Lynris Skirata on Jan 1, 2021 20:15:53 GMT -8
Lynris' eyes widened as she noticed the B2 unit aiming at her. There wasn't enough time for her to react and she was left hoping it wouldn't hurt too bad. Then to her surprise, Dolmin saved her in the nick of time. Her eyes widened as she watched him take out the B2 with relative easy. Lyn let out a sigh she didn't know she was holding and nodded back to him.
"Aaah, my hero!" She sang with a dreamy sigh. A smile touched her lips behind her helmet. "I owe you one big guy!"
Lynris trailed along happily behind Dolmin. She watched with delight as he sprang the blast doors open with a little nursery rhyme and she gave a short giggle.
"Ooh, I like him." She said to no one in particular as they entered the bridge, her weapon drawn. Amy made short work of the officer. More so to do with the weakness of the officer than the strength of Amy herself.
As the rest of the team began to clear of the remaining troops on the bridge, Lynris stepped over the purple-haired officer casually. She sauntered over to a console and pressed a few buttons and hummed a slight tune as she did. It sounded oddly familiar to the one Dolmin has used earlier.
"Hmm, looks like there are a few light skirmishes left. It…doesn't look like too many of the escape pods have jettisoned. I guess I should be impressed with their willingness to fight until the end." Lynris said with a shrug. She touched a few more buttons and the constant alarms that had been ringing suddenly stopped. "Ah, finally. That's always annoying."
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Cuyan Skirata
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Post by Cuyan Skirata on Jan 1, 2021 22:01:31 GMT -8
Cuyan had followed slightly behind the younger warriors, killing with brutal efficiency. His beskad found flesh at every strike, and his blaster spat oblivion with every shot. This was the dance for which he was born, the song that sang in his blood. He found himself wearing a grim smile beneath his helm as his vode reaped a sanguine harvest of the CU of NTS. They hit the bridge like a breaking storm, Kaine's daughter like a fury, their herglic ally a force of nature.
It was poetry, rhythmic and savage in it's beauty.
A shadow to his left, Cuyan brought up his blaster, but too slowly, his age taking fractions of seconds away from him, fractions he would never regain. His blaster was knocked aside by the blade of a contained energy axe, wielded by a massive Klatooinian, who followed through with a second, which caught the side of his helm. His head rang as his helm was knocked from his head by the force of the blow, and he collapsed against a terminal, half stunned, dropping his blade. Cuyan's cycloptic and ravaged face twisted in a snarl of battle fury, roaring a wordless challenge as his foe brought the twin axes down toward him. Cuyan's hands caught the wrists of his assailant, and with a bellow Cuyan found his feet and held him off, his cybernetics aiding his physical might, and engaged his shuk'oroke, the antique gauntlets crushing bone beneath their unyielding grasp. The klatooinian was on his knees, screaming in pain, his axes falling from ruined hands. Cuyan slammed his ridged forehead into the center of his victim's face, and released his grasp. Seizing the fallen axes, Cuyan smote him through the brow unto the teeth, and threw the other axe into the forehead of a gungan with an electropole who was summoning himself to stab Amaranth in the back. Cuyan drew his second blaster and continued firing, wielding the axe with a savage abandon. A war song filling his thoughts as he gave himself to the war dance.
Kote... Darasuum kote...
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Moff Giddyup
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Post by Moff Giddyup on Jan 3, 2021 2:20:10 GMT -8
The bridge was near enough that Giddyup could hear the blasterfire and explosions, and yes, the screams. He was deathly afraid, and worried that he might be found. He scrambled around the pod, and knocked open a survival kit which clattered to the floor and spilled its contents.Damn! They might have heard that noise.Hazy eyes through smoke saw the flashlight, and he grabbed for what he thought was a weapon and flicked it to life. The red glow of the emergency flashlight bit through the smoky gloom.Aha! The equine being clopped his head and then his hooves out of the escape pod, red glow lighting the smoke filled annex. The lack of a snap-hiss was attributed by his addled mind to the excessive noise of battle and alarms. He had a motherkriffing lightsaber now. That meant he was a Sith Lord! The enemy were doomed!Giddyup spotted a small green female behind what looked like her armoured whale guardian deity. He pointed the flashlight at her as if it were a deadly weapon.I have waited a long time for this moment, my little green friend!Cuyan Skirata Lynris Skirata Dolmin Teague Calok Warr Duraanir Skirata
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Eshana Farr
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Post by Eshana Farr on Jan 4, 2021 7:29:07 GMT -8
A lot had happened, and a lot was happening. At first, she was content with staying on the Rock to give herself time to recover from her unasked for near-death scenario, and to fulfill her customary role as medic. But then, she got caught up in everything, and found herself aboard a shuttle alongside everyone else, going to capture a ship in orbit. From there, things turned into a blur of combat. She did her best to keep up with it all, but her battle with the two force users in the Mad Mythosaur had depleted her more than she anticipated. So, rather than participating in the colorful comms communications, she stayed silent to allow her abused throat to start healing. Rather than rushing to the frontline to cover herself in glory with the rest of them, she hung back and threw herself into securing their forward progress by dealing with any stubborn survivors among their fallen enemies. Unlike Lynris, she hadn’t been able to go get her kanabo, Kurisu, which was still aboard the Kara’yaim alongside her modified bowcaster. Instead, she had to rely on her blasters, her teeth, her dexterity, and her still-feral instincts. It was tough going, especially against any droids, but she hadn’t been killed yet. And the overall battle was, so far, successful. Giddyup spotted a small green female behind what looked like her armoured whale guardian deity. He pointed the flashlight at her as if it were a deadly weapon.I have waited a long time for this moment, my little green friend! Finally, she came upon a... strange sight: an equine was brandishing an emergency flashlight at young Lynris Skirata , who was standing behind Dolmin Teague .
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Post by Duraanir Skirata on Jan 5, 2021 18:09:04 GMT -8
Back towards the engineering bay where Duraanir and his squad had been preparing to take the bay, and thus the reactor, the squad leader was still counting down, until he noted that their comrades had reached the bridge. As someone began to slice through the door. an explosion would blow most of the mandalorians away from the door, though two of the twelve lie dead from the blast, and three more were unconscious. The blast shook the ship, and the power flickered for just a moment, as the shock of such an explosion carried. From out of the dense smoke, stepped three pairs of glowing red eye's.
Duraanir lay on his back, lucky the blast didn't rip his helmet off. The warning alarm that he lost vitals on two of his squad blared along with the ringing in his ears. He pulled himself back once, twice, his vision blurry as all his surviving men would struggle to recover. MEDIC! We need a medic at engineering! Given the blast, Duraanir would simply leave his comm channel open as he called out. He would start to push to his feet in a stagger along with the others, his vision fading in and out as he turned back towards the door. He caught a glimpse of the red eye's, but it wasn't until they cleared the smoke that he saw who was responsible MAGNAGUARD! Get back!
They weren't Dark Troopers, but one could easily argue that the three droids could be just as bad. The first two to step out of the smoke would bring their electrostaves to bare, the purple arcs springing to life at the ends. The one in the bad had been modified with a B2 droids rocket arm, and a repeating blaster in its free hand. The first swung it's rod and caught Duraanir in the chest, flinging him over the railing to fall down into the hanger. It would turn and step over the railing, intent on taking care of what that had assessed to be the squads leader. The remaining six vode were scrambling away from the two while still trying to get to their feet. No one wanted to leave the men who couldn't get up, but they hoped the moving would make them enough of a threat that the unconscious men would be left alone.
THUD! After being thrown over the railing by a blow to the chest from on of the MagnaGuard, Duraanir fell about fifteen feet before landing on top of one of the shuttles his comrades had taken to get on to the ship. He gave a groan, and looked up just in time to see he needed to roll away. As he rolled off the edge of the shuttle, he caught the edge as the droid landed with a downward strike where he had just been standing. He would drop himself down to the decking below, but the long fall left him staggering as he barely landed on his feet. He turn and raised his shield, catching the overhead swing. Before the mandalorian could react, the droid swung its staff around and thrusted it at his chest. The shock wasn't nearly as bad as the Force Lightning he had received earlier, but the blow still sent him reeling.
Duraanir had reached for his kad-ra'gr, but in had been left in the debris on the walkway above. He was no Force user, so he would simply have to make do with what he had. Duraanir had to go on the defensive for now, blocking and dodging swings from the droid. He knew he had to take out the sensor in its chest, but at the range he was in, all he had was the vambrace vibroblade mounted on his right arm. After several more attempted blows, and continued pushing of Duraanir around the hanger, the droid raised for another overhead strike. Duraanir would take his shot, lunging forward as the blade sprang from its sheath. A heavy right hook collided with the droid's chest, but as his blade cut through the chest optic of the IG-100, he didn't even care that his hand hurt.
Above, Duraanir's men were playing the tactical retreat, falling back to the neck set of bulk heads. The would take cover, then pop out and try to widdle the two droids down before falling back again. The one with the staff could be easily overwhelemed, but they were trying to hit the one with the rocket arm before it could do any further damage to the ship, and quite possibly everyone on board by proxxy. Finally, the three remaining men with shields were able to cohesively reform their shield wall. The men behind them would pop over their heads and start sending volley's of automatic fire towards the two droids till they were turned into a pile of scrap. They would start heading back to get to their wounded, hoping Eshana would make her way back to engineering.
The blade driven into the chest of the MagnaGuard wouldn't end the fight. Taking its staff in one hand, It would take Duraani'r by the throat. The imposing droid would fling him into a stack of crates. Duraanir would scramble away, now suddenly given space. On instinct, he would release his shield from it's lock and fling it at the droid. Not very adept at throwing his shield as a weapon, it only took out one of the IG unit's legs. Thoroughly fed up with the situation, Duraanir seethed as he started to stalk towards the now crippled droid. He would side step an attempted thrust, grabbing the staff and yanking it back as he brought up a boot to kick the droid away. The Guard would stumble back, but it was over now. Duraanir wrapped beskar coated arms around it's head and torqued until the head was severed from its owner.
Duraanir, still holding the head of the MagnaGuard. followed the trail of destruction left by the other crew, making his way to the bridge as his squad made it back to the walk way above him, starting to tend to their wounded and secure the engineering bay.
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Kaine Australis
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Post by Kaine Australis on Jan 6, 2021 9:27:36 GMT -8
Amy took in the bridge and the good work her team had done in clearing the place out. She was about to praise them when the horse-man wandered out to put on a show. She had smelled the good smoke on the bridge when they had entered, her sense of smell honed on her homeworld, where it could mean the difference between life or death. Now she knew the source, and could tell the being was high as a kite. She ignored him entirely, leaving his fate to her fellows, and focused on the mission.She tossed the blaster pistol she'd purloined aside, and put one hand to her buy'ce; the universal signal that someone was on comms. They had access to the entire ship now, and she linked in via her HUD to check Engineering. What Amaranth saw impressed her, despite difficult odds and tough opposition, Skirata's team had absolutely shitmixed their droid opponents. Good, kriffing droids, she thought, but didn't say, as her practiced eye finished checking the holocam feeds and she clicked off.::Australis to Skirata, how are the engines?:: Duraanir SkirataOutside the ship, the flashes of turbolaser fire had ceased. With the strike team's assault on the bridge, the cruiser had ceased firing on the two Myrkr-class escorts of the planetary defence flotilla. Those ships likewise, knowing their own people now controlled the ship well enough, had ceased their own assault. Despite this, alarms continued to wail, until Amy wandered over to a control and muted them. Silence filled the bridge and she heard the horse man talking, but continued to ignore him. She could see Cuyan Skirata still in combat near the Engineering deck, and commed to Calok Warr who had left the bridge.::We've still got hostiles on the lower deck, near Engineering, all forces be advised.:: Business first, entertainment later, and she was filling the command slot for her father, she had responsibilities to the job first and foremost. Lynris Skirata Eshana Farr Dolmin Teague
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Calok Warr
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Post by Calok Warr on Jan 6, 2021 10:47:39 GMT -8
"I'm on my way"
He heard Amy's order and was pretty close to the area. Calok stepped over a few corpses that had been easy targets, before picking up his pace to get to the engineering deck.
More fighting, more blasting... and his newfound compatriots appeared in a bit of a mess. Holding short just inside the opening of the deck, he took a cover position; throwing a detonator against a far wall to cause some chaos. He drew his blaster and begin putting strategically placed shots on the targets he could see, trying to provide an opportunity for egress for anyone who needed it.
He checked his belt for any other detonators/ charges but looked like he was out this time. Not having the time to restock before getting in the middle of this mess. He advanced forward to another point of cover. He had drawn some attention now, blaster shots cascaded past his helmet with one grazing an exposed part of his left shoulder armor.
His right arm nearly out of commission completely from the shot he took earlier; he pushed through the pain and continued to put down a heavy stream of suppressing fire; allowing for a clear path for anyone who needed a quick exit from the engineering deck.
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Eshana Farr
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Post by Eshana Farr on Jan 7, 2021 4:03:19 GMT -8
MEDIC! We need a medic at engineering! Upon hearing Duraanir’s entreaty over comms, she grimaced and decided that the loony horse man wasn’t worth any further consideration. With a quick “be careful” whispered to Lyn, she turned around and took off at a sprint towards Engineering. Hoarsely, she replied, On my way, alor.It didn’t take her terribly long to get there. First, she came across someone she didn’t know ( Calok Warr ), doing their best to provide cover fire for the embattled stragglers—her people—on their way out of Engineering. She had enough time to see a couple of the Magnaguard droids Duraanir warned them about in quick pursuit before she, too, ducked behind some cover to get a lay of the land. Just like most of her time aboard this ship, her blasters would be of little help here. But she had a job to do. Maybe she couldn’t disable any of these droids, but she might be able to distract them to give those better outfitted a better chance of doing so. Or, at the very least, she could occupy the droids for long enough to give her people time to retreat. Then, maybe if she was really lucky, she’d survive long enough to do her job: to get the wounded back aboard the shuttles, and to begin treating their wounds as best as she could. “Right,” she coached herself, “you’re not doing any of that just sitting here.” And then, for better or worse, she was off. Her first challenge was staying out of the way of the stranger’s cover fire, as well as the frenetic shooting of her wounded, retreating allies. Fairly simple. Moving as fast as she could, she made sure to stay low and hug the side of the corridor as she advanced. Her next challenge came with the droids. As soon as she stepped within their periphery, one of them affixed its attention to her and advanced, electrostaff awhirl in its hands. She snarled and had just enough time to brace herself before the droid was upon her. She dodged its opening move—a rapid-but-sturdy thrust to her chest—and got her hands on its weapon. Making sure to grasp the staff as tightly as she could, she aimed a kick at one of the droid’s knee joints, hoping to destabilize it enough to pry the electrostaff from its grip. The kick landed, but to no effect. The droid merely stared at her with its expressionless face and backhanded her hard across the left side of her jaw, making her taste blood while stars danced in her eyes. But she kept her footing, and—more importantly—she kept her grip. She spat and flashed the droid one of her toothiest grins. Then, she stepped forward, and rammed her shoulder into its body, making it take a step backwards. She thrust the electrostaff hard past the droid’s one-handed grip and rammed her elbow at the droid’s elbow joint. Her elbow throbbed, but she had the electrostaff. As quickly as she could, she pulled the staff back and stabbed at the droid’s glowing chest, where the weaponized electricity made short work of frying the droid’s systems. The now-inert droid crumpled at her feet. Armed with her newest toy, she stepped past it to enter Engineering. Several unconscious bodies lay strewn around her, some worse than others. A quick survey of the area, and she learned that a] there was a distinct lack of room here to work effectively, b] she had almost nothing to work with except for what she could find and repurpose, and c] she was directly above the shuttles. If she could get the wounded down to them, one of the shuttles would make an adequate impromptu med bay, and there would likely be at least a few more potentially useful things within it. So, first, a quick message to the others: I’m at Engineering. Any help with moving the wounded to one of the shuttles would be appreciated.Then, she set about making the wounded around her as comfortable as she could for transport.
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Post by Kohnyn Skirata on Jan 8, 2021 8:11:17 GMT -8
an M22-T Krayt gunship dropped out of hyperspace on it's way to the Rock. Aboard, a young warrior was kicked back in the pilots chair arguing with his astromech. "Fuck you SHR-Z!" The droids beeping response made a number of unkind remarks about his mother and genital arrangement "Dinuir gar rugame a sulyra'a, you fucket of bolts, Kad I am sick of you. PARJA SKIRATA WAS A SAINT!" Despite the harsh words exchanged between them, there was still a smile on the warrior's face. SHR-Z was his best friend, and he was SHR-Z's, and bitter insults and recriminations were just their love language. "Open a channel to Rock control, and be quick about it. We've got business." ::Rock actual, this is the Donnybrook, requesting landing clearance. Transmitting clearances. Another flurry of indignant beeps and Kohnyn Skirata yelled at the droid again, forgetting to take his hand off the comm. "FUCK YOU SHR-Z!"
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Lynris Skirata
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Post by Lynris Skirata on Jan 8, 2021 22:19:08 GMT -8
Lynris sighed as a little lothcat appeared in her vision again. The adorable MROW that was now becoming familiar accompanied it. Over her own annoyance she could hear the comms coming from the others taking engineering. Perhaps she should have made her way with them, her experience might have been needed.
As she was about to turn to make her way following Eshana, Lynris heard the words spoken by a strange equine-man.
While one could not see the look of confusion that drew on her face, her sharp tilt of her helmet to one side spoke enough. An obviously drugged up Thakwaash had pointed a flashlight at her as if he were a deadly sith. Lynris almost wanted to bust out laughing at the sight.
Giddyup spotted a small green female behind what looked like her armoured whale guardian deity. He pointed the flashlight at her as if it were a deadly weapon.
I have waited a long time for this moment, my little green friend! "As have I, but your rein of terror ends now!" Lynris said with an obvious tone of playfulness. She flicked her hand out holding onto her baton as if it were a saber and turning it on with a crackle of energy for effect.
"You've stirrup-ed enough trouble." She said stepping towards him with a swing of her baton.
Underestimating ones opponent was something Lynris never did. She had learned firsthand how dangerous it could be, and being who she was she often used this to her advantage. Though she had immediately sized her opponent and situation up. She felt little threat.
She did not go in for a strike with her baton on his person, she pretended to play into his fantasy and went to meet his "saber". Instead she juked forward taking a large step forward. Her hand jutted forward to meet with his large neck.
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Dolmin Teague
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Post by Dolmin Teague on Jan 8, 2021 23:35:55 GMT -8
Dolmin went in to help clear out the bridge, and was witness to a bunch of other antics as he tried to minimize the Underground's impact on their operation's success.He quickly neutralized the battle droids on the bridge with a few well-placed shots from his Bluebolt blaster; then turned and grabbed their organic overlords and herded them over to one side forcefully. Using his stun function, he shot a few rounds into them, sparing one, in case the Commander wanted to question them.He watched the medic make her way onto the bridge just as the equine being made its appearance, and then watched her make her way out as the green-skinned hume stepped out from behind him to engage the horse-man. He was still trying to wrap his mind around how some Thakwaash had become a leader in that organization, but, decided they were just a bunch of horse's choobs anyway, so it didn't matter. The remaining officer that he hadn't stunned acted as though he was going to move in and help his superior.Dolmin quickly pressed the barrel of his Bluebolt blaster against the Cathar's chest, switching the blaster's mode from stun to lethal before warning him.::How about you stay put? I hate the smell of burnt fur. Somehow I still smell it, even if my suit's systems are sealed. Must be some psychological thing - anyway, don't bother. You and I both know that tool's not worth dying for.::He turned slightly to the Commander (Amaranth).::Hey boss...you need me to help the medic? I can spare my ship's hangar bay for your wounded. Or, we might be able to use the med bays here, if they're critical.::Kaine Australis | Moff Giddyup | Lynris Skirata | Eshana Farr
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Moff Giddyup
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Post by Moff Giddyup on Jan 9, 2021 1:26:23 GMT -8
"As have I, but your rein of terror ends now!" Lynris said with an obvious tone of playfulness. She flicked her hand out holding onto her baton as if it were a saber and turning it on with a crackle of energy for effect.
"You've stirrup-ed enough trouble." She said stepping towards him with a swing of her baton.
She did not go in for a strike with her baton on his person, she pretended to play into his fantasy and went to meet his "saber". Instead she juked forward taking a large step forward. Her hand jutted forward to meet with his large neck. Giddyup could hardly believe his hazy eyes, as the Jedi came forward to meet him with her own laser sword crackling to life. A challenge then! He would meet it as the Sith Lord he now was.The Equine being stepped back and spun his flashlight in an attempt to look cool and dangerous, and instead managed to yeet it out of his own hands and into a bulkhead at speed, where it smashed and went out. Unexpected and unfortunate in the extreme. The fear came back with a vengeance along with the paranoia. Unbidden, a whinny escaped Giddyup. It quickly turned into a screech that might have come from a small human female child.EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! He didn't even catch the punny insults, he was so scared. Also he quite possibly soiled his uniform in the abject fear and headlong flight from the vengeful Jedi.The horseyman dived back into his escape pod. This time he smashed the exit button, and the pod closed and sealed and launched him into space away from the cruiser. Too late he realised that he had no way to get back aboard the cruiser, and that he'd forgotten quite a few things in his fearful flight. All he could see was the cruiser getting smaller out the tiny viewport as he sailed away...
Lynris Skirata Dolmin Teague Calok Warr Cuyan Skirata Eshana Farr Duraanir Skirata
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Calok Warr
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Post by Calok Warr on Jan 14, 2021 8:46:29 GMT -8
The entrance of Eshana Farr was a sight. Another stranger to him but for the moment she was on his side. He continued to lay down cover fire, then advancing forward more to give Eshana more room to work and keep thr advance from moving on her any more than it had.
He glanced over his shoulder to Eshanas direction
"I'll try and create a distraction and draw their fire until we get some more help to get everyone out of here."
He made a quick jump into the open and sprinted towards a magna guard that looked like it wanted to avenge one of its mechanical friends. He took a few shots at another pirate and then jumped onto the magna guards back. He set the barrel of his blaster on its neck and fired a quick shot, imobilizing it, but not before taking a few hits from its staff on their way down
He fell to the floor next to the guard and shot it several more times for good measure, then managed to get on his feet. Hoping his distractions would spare enough time to start some semblance of an extraction from the engineering room
There were still too many pirates, droids and other random foe to count and he couldn't figure out where they were comming in from. Calok jumped behind another cover point. At least they were mostly going after him now. A quick scan around the room and he got a lock on a high pressure line. He fired at it, causing a small explosion and some collateral damage but nothing detrimental to the ships function. It did however provide a massive cloud of steam and vapor. A smoke screen between the entrance of the engineering deck and the troops needing extraction.
He stayed in his cover position firing into the cloud indiscriminately, but it would hopefully buy time.
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Post by Duraanir Skirata on Jan 21, 2021 11:14:57 GMT -8
Duraanir was making his way down the halls quickly, soon stepping through the ruined doorway to the bridge. Clutched tightly in his right hand was the head of the MagnaGuard he had just fought in the hanger, human enough in shape that it would cause some of the surrendering bridge crew to do a double take. He was worn, and still a little woozy from the explosion that had happened in engineering but a few minutes back. Under his helmet, his eye's would scan those crew that had chosen to surrender here on the bridge. He was looking for ranks on their uniforms, or others looking to someone for guidance, the rage emanating from him giving the man tunnel vision enough that he didn't even register the Herglic among them.
Stalking on to the bridge in earnest, just his gait was enough of a warning to stay out of his way. Coming up to the group of prisoners, his left hand came up, grabbing one of the higher ranked men by the collar. He lurched forward, bringing his bucket to bear as he smash his head against the man at the other end of his arm. There was a crack and scream as the man grabbed at his face, blood starting to stain the front of his uniform. Finally, Duraanir would speak, dragging the man away from the group, practically throwing him against one of the control consoles.
"Shut the droids down and give the surrender order, or I start working my way down the ranks until I've repainted this entire cruiser red!"
The man was terrified, bleeding and manhandled by the large mandalorian. He looked down at the console, then over to the group as if looking for permission. This was not unnoticed by the man who had him by the collar, however. Duraanir would release him and turn, hurling the head at the man he had been looking to, doming the poor man before he turned back to the cowering officer.
"Let me be clear. I will decimate the entirety of the crew by myself if you don't do what I say. No power in this life or the next will save you from me if I lose even one more man today."
The man would gulp as the mandalorian loomed over him, but would concede. Trembling hands would dance over the controls, and a weak voice cracked as it spoke into the ships intercom. "A-all hands...stand down and give up your arms... s-start tending to our wounded..."
Deeper in the ship, towards engineering, the droids all began to shut down. After the orginal few MagnaGuard, it had mostly been a mix of old B1's and a few damaged B2's. Duraanir's squad would take the chance and push hard back to engineering, opening up a bath for Eshana and Calok to follow. The tone as they got back to where they had left their dead and wounded was somber. Two of the wounded had passed as their comrades tried to draw the droids away earlier. The remaining wounded man tried to crawl his way towards them, but they rushed to his side, making sure to leave room for Eshana. Two would stay near to help out where needed as the rest of the squad turned to sercure the reactor through the blown open doorway.
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Calok Warr
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Post by Calok Warr on Jan 26, 2021 12:32:04 GMT -8
Duraanir's squad arriving was a much needed break. What resistance remained in the engineering deck was being taking out and Calok was able to use the opening to give cover fire to Eshana while making a tactical retreat. It was looking like this battle was won.
He fell back. His armor carrying a few new blast marks. He took a knee still maintaining his cover in a corridor just outside engineering bay. His right arm still burning in pain from the blaster shot he took in the hangar. It looks like his sensors took a hit too as his battlefield information was causing his display to go static.
He waited now for new orders; ripping a piece of his shoulder cape to use as a make shift tourniquet around his arm.
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Post by Eshana Farr on Jan 28, 2021 11:27:07 GMT -8
She worked as quickly as she could, using triage logic: Most grievous wounds first, stabilize, move on. For a few moments, it was dicey. The stranger just outside was doing his best, but he was essentially working solo, as the rest of Duraanir’s men worked around her to do what they could to help. Thankfully, they managed to keep her free enough to focus on healing rather than fighting. She’d had way more than enough of that for a day. Just then, a minor explosion from out in the hall startled her. She whirled, electrostaff at the ready, to stand defensively over her latest patient. But then her mind caught up to her a second later, and she understood what the stranger was doing. The steam and vapor were an excellent cover. She would have to find the stranger after all of this was done and get him a drink as thanks. But that was in the future. Turning back to the man she’d been trying desperately to treat, her shoulders slumped as she realized that he’d succumbed to his wounds. “Too many,” she growled low to herself, voice still hoarse, throat still raw. This fight that she and her clanmates had found themselves embroiled in had already cost them too many lives. And what were they even fighting for? What was this incursion? What were their foes even playing at? Roughly rubbing away her furious, unshed tears, she took another moment to say a few quick words over this latest corpse, to hasten him on to his reward. Then, she moved on to the next person. Somewhere outside of engineering, she only dimly registered that the droids were shutting down and that the fighting was finally coming to a close. Her already strained voice made even rougher with emotion, she barked orders at any and all able hands around her, “Grab them and start taking them back to the shuttles.” She slung another man’s arms over her shoulders and helped him up. “Use me as a crutch,” she told him, and the two started making their way. When they were finally out of the door, she noticed another, the stranger, leaning hard against the wall on his knees. With a glance, she summoned one of Duraanir’s men to take over for her, while she went to investigate. The stranger was trying, and failing, to tie a tourniquet on his own arm. “Here. Let me help,” she rasped, easing almost woodenly down onto her own knees to get a better angle. Her body ached and protested like an old woman’s. Swallowing a noise of complaint, her steady hands nudged his one, trembling hand away and she set to work. “You kept them off me,” she offered, gruffly, “I would not have been able to save so many without your help. I’m Eshana. I’ll get you back to everyone else.” Calok Warr
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Post by Calok Warr on Jan 29, 2021 16:37:06 GMT -8
Calok was a stubborn middle aged man. Battles like this took their toll more than hed like these days though. As was evidence by his failing attempt to tie a decent tourniquet. Eshana approaching him took him by slight surprise. A younger Calok would have insisted he had it all under control. He let Eshana do her work though seeing through her tougher facade knowing over time casualties can take a personal toll no matter how much one might deny it.
"Combat medics... you have it the worst. I did what was needed, just wish it would have done more."
He looked around as the situation continued to get under control. The buzzing in just helmet from the fried sensors became too much though. He pulled his helmet off with his good arm and cracked his neck. Some dirt and carbon had made its way though the neck seals and tarnished his always scared face. He took a deep breath and looked at Eshana.
"You know... I had half a mind to put a charge into the recator and take this whole ship down..."
There was frustration in his voice. He had only just arrive after his ship when derelict, then got wrapped up in trying to take over a ship with people he didn't know for a cause that made no difference to him. But there were mandalorians, so he fought.
"You did good....real good... Names Calok."
He couldn't think of anything else to say. He rarely talked much to anyone these days but figured now might be a good time to start.
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