A Day In Paradise

[Sadarus Azzar]

Fangs gleamed against the small kindling fires blazing here and there. Golden eyes locked on to a single figure, one that knelt to the ground in pain as a comrade came by only to slam a fist into the bleeding injury on his leg. Jar'varkh sighted in with the blaster rifle, pinpointing on the wounded figure to squeeze off a few bursts of fire before dropping the weapon's aim to retreat further back into the compound. The slavers were dying off one by one, the slaves had all but scattered and the new arrivals, the pirates, had entered the fray with their hulking soldiers.

A Death Commando knew when he was cornered and instead of fleeing, he would push himself further back into the corner.

 

[Aedan Miles]

@[member="Jar'varkh"] @[member="Mirshen"] @[member="Vice"]

Aedan bit back a howl of pain as Mirshen ran up and punched him in the leg before he started a constant stream of curses at the man exclaiming loudly before he tried to push himself up right ignoring the pain he gasped as two blaster bolts hit him in the shoulder flinging him backward lightly before as he rolled a bit standing up and looking around letting out a growl before he realized who had shot him and he reaches out with the force attempting to stop the slave from backing into the compound as he called out in a firm solid voice. "Why did you shoot me? I am not going to murder everyone here like the Karking bloody Sith would!"

 

[Yag'dril'sil]

Mirshen looked at Aedan get shot again and he turned around.. "Hey stop shooting him he is going to go sterile again." The handguns came up while he looked around and prepared to shoot. "Don't worry buddy you know I got your back.... no homo." Now it was time to kill some people and. "Hey ah Vice you mind picking us up some pizza on the way back from your tea party, we might also need some booze cause Aedan went and shot himself in the knee and shoulder. He is so clumsy."

 

[Djinn]

A smirk tickled Vice’s features. He couldn’t help but give into Mirshen’s antics, there was absolutely no fighting them. The mercenary continued on with his precious blaster drawn and bird like eyes scanning the battleground for possible openings. He got off a few rounds into the enemies, but by this time a lot of them had fallen back into the building. That was exactly why he followed them in; they were where the real battle would take place.

Vice was followed by a few of the monsterous clones, they would be a good distraction for the work Vice planned to do, they could take the brunt of the attention while Vice slipped through them and picked off the ones they couldn’t get. It was all in hopes that they could liberate all those oppressed by the greedy overlords.

@[member="Aedan Miles"] @[member="Jar'varkh"]