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Dominion All Alone in the Night | CIS Dominion of Kayri III


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OBJECT: BYOO - How's it going Bro'​
Location: Halcyon Storm
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Matthew stood at the window, taking another sip of the Caf' that was in his hand. The warm liquid sliding down, feeling the warm feeling slide down 'till it finally rested in his gullet. He took a sigh. The memories of John being there always when he was a child in his head. Even after the man had left John had done his best to help Matt along, and he had always appreciated it. Some things came easier than it had before, and some things still took a while to get over when he had to sit down and think about it at night. Traveling... fighting across the galaxy was something that he didn't keep him up at night. It was some of the things that had happened during his days that had grown him to be more callous in some places. His eyes shut tightly, his jaw clenched as he heard the sounds from his older brother.​

"Maybe back in the day, I lost my sense of taste when I was fighting on...."

His voice trailed off a little, his mind wandering to which planet he had lost his sense of taste. When you had been fighting for as long as Matt they tend to blend together a little, his mind searching for the answer, but alas he just couldn't remember. His focus and attention being brought up to his brother.​

"But that's besides the point, I'm sorry to drop in on you like this." He said as he took another sip of the 'Caf in his hand. "I know being an Exarch must be busy work, so, I hope I'm not imposing or anything."

The words came out of his mouth before he truly looked at his brother. It had been a long time since he had seen the man. Looking down at him was even a realization he never thought would happen, it had spent so long looking up to his brother the fact that Matt had grown taller than him had never occurred to him. Matt had heard somewhere through the grapevine that John had been in some sort of accident and had to integrate some technology into his body to allow for some sort of normal function, nothing too surprising to Matt, he had always been tech-savvy.​

Matt only hoped they could mend the rift that had been torn between the two brother.​

 

Lavria Xedrim

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TAG: Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner | Palm-Imer Palm-Imer | Oleander Webb Oleander Webb | Visanj T'shkali Visanj T'shkali | Asori Soto Asori Soto
GEAR: In bio


She saw herself as a Tuk'ata at this point.

Lavria always ended up on some attack mission or other. No matter who her superior was at what point, she ended up being swung around like a weapon. It probably did not help that that was what she was good at - killing things. Chaos. Destruction.

The Zabrak had seen and done much in her young life - had even been unsure of her Force destiny at one point. The Sith Apprentice's hand subconsciously went to the third lightsaber on her belt as she stood in the hangar of the Halcyon Storm. The acquisition of said lightsaber had been her final tipping point. Even while wielding the Dark Side, she had opened even a Darker door and that had descended her into the abyss from which there would be no turning back from ever again. She now lived for the anarchy she wrought.

She wielded it like a cudgel.

With every step she had taken since the day she had driven a lightsaber through her old master, she had grown more fearless. Cold and ruthless. Defiance burning like a pyre within her.

Yet, she listened as Gerwald did his freakout about the Charon guarding their quarry while telling them to get on the dropship. Rolling her eyes, Lavria looked at her team leader.
"Really? You're scared of some spiders? Don't worry, old man. I'm pretty sure the dynamic duo and I can handle them if you want to go hide in a corner." she smirked as she made her way into the ship that would deposit them all into the fray. Thank Hoth she wasn't just reliant on the Force to dispose of some bugs. Her marked hands rested lightly on her tonfas on her belt. The Sith vixen was looking forward to cutting off some spider limbs.

Just because she could.

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Weapons: Wolfsbane and Ferrum Solis
Tag: Lavria Xedrim | Palm-Imer Palm-Imer | Oleander Webb Oleander Webb | @Visanj T’shkali

The wolf could feel the hesitance in the room from some, and over confidence from others. Just what he needed for their first mission together, some team they would be. Gerwald knew it would take time for them to meld together into a unit, but the lupine wished they would have had more time before being thrown into the depths this test would certainly bring them to. They would need to work together if they were going to recover the Void Stones and deliver them safely to…

“Lord Commander, will we have close-air support for this one? Maybe something to turn back the creepy-crawlies and put a barrier of fire between them and us?”

“Aw, Feth,” Gerwald found his tongue slipping at the sound of the one person he had hoped to avoid for a good long while after the events of Montitia.

A deep sigh was taken in as he regained his composure, his gaze at least remained stalwart as Minister T’shkali seemed more than ready to fight her way through whatever it was they would find. His eyes dropped to see the lightsaber at her side. A mental note was made to check into her file later. Gerwald had not been aware the woman was a force user. The Minister of Science was certainly a mystery of grand proportions.

His answer came almost instantly.

“Exarch John Locke John Locke has agreed to monitor the situation from orbit. Should an air strike be needed here, or with the prisoner hunt, a call to him should suffice.”

He waited for a moment, long enough to ensure his answer had been satisfactory. Oleander Webb Oleander Webb seemed to agree that they would need more than the merry band the Lord Commander had assembled for the task. A small chuckle escaped his lips, as his eyes darted toward Lavria Xedrim. Her comment had not been humorous at all, in fact, he found it to be quite off color.

“Unless you wish to find yourself fighting them alone, I suggest you take the threat a bit more seriously. Do not underestimate your enemy, ever, especially when in a few hours, you will not have the force to aid you in dispatching them.”

His tone was stern, but not angry.

Of the team he had assembled, Palm was the only one who had not said anything. Her compliance was quick and decisive. Gerwald walked past her as he pushed his way to the cockpit of the dropship. His hand rested on the pilot’s shoulder.

“Take us out,” the order was given.

Gerwald was quickly reminded of all the reasons he hated dropships. Entering atmosphere was not a smooth ride at all. The ship was designed to get them in quickly, but not gently. His wolf was anxious, something he rarely shared with anyone. Those who knew him the best would know that his nature was one that preferred to keep his feet firmly on the ground. Wolves were not meant to travel through space, and yet, he was doing just that.

The ship hovered over the landing zone, where they were to be met by others. Gerwald’s boots hit the ground first as the sound of the rest following suit rushed to his ears. There seemed to be no sign of the Charon yet, but Gerwald was certain the sound of the dropship’s engines would soon be inviting unwanted company. A quick scan of their surroundings displayed the location of the Void Stone relative to theirs on the HUD system installed in Gerwald’s helmet.

“We are three clicks out. I am detecting multiple hostels nearby. Oleander and Lavria, scout ahead. Minister T’shkali, Palm, you’re with me.”

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Location: Landing Site, Kayri III
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tags: Kobi Fesser, Ruus Kote Ruus Kote , G 3 M 1 N 1 G 3 M 1 N 1 ,OPEN

The questions that she had asked Kobi were quickly overshadowed by the approach of a cybernetic being who wished to accompany them in their endeavor. The purple lights that emanated from the cyborg’s eyes caught the young padawan off guard and quickly distracted her from whatever the woman was saying. The way they traced along her face, and the way her hair seemed to have a sort of glow to it. She knew it was rude to stare at someone or something but the young padawan couldn't quite help herself. Her staring wouldn't be completely obvious, more of listening to G3M1N1 speak but not hearing her words while her eyes traced the colors on the cyborg's face.

“…folks call me Gemini.” Was what Skylar realized was being said as she snapped back to the current goings-on. She quickly shoved her left hand into her pocket and grabbed a small pebble from it and grasped it tightly within her hand as she drew it back out. Looking up at the smiling Gemini in front of her she once again briefly got distracted by the violet that traced the face she was looking at before squeezing the stone in her palm. It was a simple trick a Jedi Knight had taught her back on Kashyyyk when he would tell her stories of his past.

“Hello, Miss Gemini! Nice to meet you! You can call me Skylar.” she nearly blurted out in the excitement of solving their “escort problem”. She wrapped her left arm around Kobi’s neck, putting him in a partial headlock, “And this is my best friend Kobi!” She continued before quickly releasing him and standing up as tall as she could, “We are going on the search for the Void Rocks. Kobi says they can keep a Jedi from being able to use the Force. Said he read it in a book at the Temple. If you want to help us search for some you can come with us.”

Remembering the Mando that had warned her and Kobi about needing an escort she looked past the cyborg in front of her and waved at the armored man who was entering an armored vehicle. She waved as a thank-you for looking out for them and as a ‘we have an escort now.’. She wasn’t quite sure what the warrior had meant by heavily armed bugs, she had read somewhere that the natives to the planet weren’t all that friendly, but weaponized bugs? Gross. Besides, they had the Force and their training, and a new friend to help if they ran into any large insects.
 
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Location: John's Quarters | The Halcyon Storm
Wearing: Would you believe...a suit?
Tagging: Matthew Locke Matthew Locke

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“Hardly. You saved me from sitting in the middle of the bridge trying to look important.”

As important a position as an Exarch was, it really wasn’t that important in the grand scheme of things. They sat at the top of the pile, suggesting direction to the Vicelord and acting on his behalf but the minutia, the actual governance was carried out by an army of civil servants who would continue to do so if he were here or if he were not. It was a little humbling if you thought about it, the machine of government didn’t really need him, all he could do was nudge it from time to time to see what happened.

“Trust me, you probably did us all a favour getting me off the bridge. No-one like to work with the boss looking over your shoulder.”

Especially a boss who could see everything. The cybernetics John had implanted into his body over time made it so that the machines effectively talked to him. Just sitting in one place he could sense the inputs being put into a console on the other side of the bridge, long into a camera to watch the shuttles take off and land in the hangar and work through a piece of legislation at the same time. If he was honest…he didn’t need this level of ability but if he was going to have cybernetic arms, he might as well outfit them the best that he could. There were times he wondered if perhaps he’d gone too far, if somewhere along the line he’d left something of his humanity behind.

At least, he felt that way until he thought about the people he interacted with on a daily basis. The Sith and the Jedi, the people who could warp the world with just a thought. Perhaps humanity wasn’t found in what you could do but how you did it. In the way you interacted with others.

The man let that thought bounce around his head as she sank into a couch, gesturing at a chair as he raised his cup of caf to his lips, enjoying the smell of the rich aroma before he took a sip. Rank hath some privileges after all.

“Tell me about it?”


John hadn’t spent his life fighting like Matthew, moving from battlefield to battlefield, seeing combat at close range. He hadn’t spent years unsure if he was going to survive the next day or not but the battlefield was something he was aware of. Something he could understand. He’d faced the enemy staring down at him, barrelling forward to kill him. Faced the thought of certain death and defeat, of sacrificing his life for something greater, someone greater. It wasn’t the familiarity of youth, of their memories but, a bridge built of mutual experiences, of shared concerns. Maybe that could be the start of a new bond.
 

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OBJECT: BYOO - How's it going Bro'​
Location: Halcyon Storm
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Although Matthew had left his brother, John still managed to have his back, more times than ever realize. In the blink of an eye Matt saw all the times he had his back to the wall, whether it was a negotiation gone wrong, or a fight that turned against him. John would probably never realize it, but the fact that his equipment was one of the main reasons that his little brother had made it through for so long, allowing for more wiggle room than the average fighter, allowing for either some daring escapes, or righteous last stands, he had done more than his fair share.​

This made him think of when he first started in the business only having a weird variety of different brands that he had managed to get as he headed off. That was back when he was barely an adult, so he didn't get the type of work he did today, but still he remembered things jamming up, or equipment that just didn't work, something that never happened with his older's brother's gear. Unlike other companies the stuff John had made was pretty advanced and came with enough features to keep everyone happy, although Matt couldn't care as much, he respected the ingenuity and he at least liked some features.​

"I mean I haven't had a boss since that old dinner back home, with that tall bantha looking man. Besides that I've been contracted more times than I can count, but I don't really consider them my 'boss' more like employer."

His eyes flashed up as his brother inquired about, what happened to his taste buds? Matt raised a brow a little, his lips sliding down another sip of Caf as he went and sat across from his brother on the couch. Although he was in the safety of his brother's vessel, anyone with a trained eye could see that Matt would glance, towards the doors every once in a while, and could notice the slight twitch in his right pointer finger.​

"Oh, my taste buds? Uhm, well to be honest it was a long time ago, I don't exactly remember what happened.... I think it was less of a tongue issue then something that happened with my head. Been hit more than enough times for some lasting damage, I mean look at me, ain't the most handsome man in the galaxy."
 

Kobi Fesser

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Location: Landing Zone, Kayri III
Tag(s): Skylar Vikaar Skylar Vikaar | Ruus Kote Ruus Kote | G 3 M 1 N 1 G 3 M 1 N 1 | Anakwor Farlorn Anakwor Farlorn | Open

As the other voice called out to the two of them, Kobi couldn’t help but to spin on heel and search the Voice out. “You speak funny,” he said after a moment, his words directed to Ruus Kote Ruus Kote , who seemingly challenged his and @Skylar Vikaar’s reasoning for being here. “I’m a Jedi! And Master @Asaara Vashe says it’s okay!” She didn’t really. In fact, his master didn’t even know he had come on the mission here. Much less goaded Skylar to join him in his mischievousness. But what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, right?

“Besides I’ve got the Force and my trusty lightsaber by my side!” There was a continued heir of exuberance in his voice. “And I’ve got Sky, too!” He threw an arm over Skylar’s shoulders while the other hand patted the lightsaber that dangled from his hip.

The next words spoken by the man that seemed to be predominantly in Galactic Basic with a mixture of some other language would more or less fall upon deaf ears as the young Jedi student set his sights, and his attention, to the mission and the horizon which lay before them.

He looked up at the cyborg creation that now approached him and Skylar, offering her assistance with whatever task the two were setting off on. This G 3 M 1 N 1 G 3 M 1 N 1 as she called herself might just be quite the ally to have, which is something he welcomed. However, the unfamiliarity with her did make the padawan somewhat cautious. Were they really here to help? Or were they here to ultimately send the two of them back home?

After a moment, and Skylar’s approval, Kobi shrugged the waning trepidation off. “Certainly,” he exclaimed. “The more the merrier!”

Kobi looked up as he heard the roar of a new shuttle’s engines as it came down to the landing zone. Only this time, he could somewhat recognize some of the presences he felt, though he could not put a particular as to who each belonged to. Having become accustomed to the Knights Obsidian in recent times, and the constant travelling alongside his master, he had met a few, yet none extendedly. But their arrival posed another possibility. They would discover him and Skylar and tattle of their dealings here. He wouldn’t have that! That wouldn’t be fun! Especially not if it would be the Knights Obsidian’s leader, Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner , that made such a discovery.

“Um…” he said with a hint of hesitation. “Let’s go!” His hand shot forward, pointing toward the southeast, a direction he’d only just then spontaneously chosen in an effort to clear the landing zone before he could find out just who was on the latest shuttle to arrive.
 
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The geminaie took another chance to discreetly glance at the team as they all filed in into their places. The other two summoned by Gerwald where the first ones she noted. The zabraki woman looked around the same age as she was, although there was a fire to her that Palm had already lost some time ago to the disciplined strictness that her duty demanded. What particularly interested the Ambassador was Lavria's choice of sabers. The users of guard-shotos, like herself, were few and far between and this already granted Palm some insight into what she could expect of the zabrak's preferred methods of combat.

Each fighter was unique, but likeness could go a long way.

Then there was Oleander Webb. He too looked youthful too, but the way in which he carried himself suggested there was something else she was missing about the man. The geminaie, and particularly those of her caste, were good at reading people, not unlike an Umbaran or a Zeltron could. Even so, Palm still felt the assessment that could derive from her observation was sorely lacking if compared to what it would be had the intuition and insight granted by the Force still been by her side. But there was no point in lamenting over the unchangeable. Unless this mission ended up in tragedy, she would have the time to get to know both of them.

The remaining two of the party were the Minister of Science herself, and a civilian that, if Palm's experience in the field served her judgement right, was some kind of explorer or researcher. The former carried a saber of her own, the latter weapons she expected to find in a civilian. Palm took notice of this and kept it in mind, she was not about to underestimate Ms. Soto but while a lightsaber was often a sure sign that one was combat able, a blaster could be found in the hands of any person regardless of skill.

Hearing that they would have air support if needed was a welcomed fact. She had never been one to jump headfirst into anything, backup plans were something she would never overlook given the chance. Perhaps they would never be used, but if they were required and there was none it could very well mean the difference between survival and death.

Then an eyebrow was raised in slight surprise as the zabrak talked back. Confidence was a good thing to have, being relaxed in the face of danger was also a boon for a warrior, however Palm would argue that either of those traits in the wrong proportion could prove catastrophic. She decided to trust that this was just a quick tongue on an actually cold head, Palm might have not known them personally before today but still she would rather see them all alive come the end of their mission.

"We are three clicks out"
Soon they would abandon the safety of the dropship and walk into into hostile land. Palm gave a firm nod as Gerwald paired the groups up, before turning her eyes to the two that would scout ahead of them, Lavria and Oleander. "I would say may the Force be with you but we know that won't happen. Ar'zelek." Her native Nexilis would do instead. May you be safe.


 
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Location: John's Quarters | The Halcyon Storm
Wearing: Would you believe...a suit?
Tagging: Matthew Locke Matthew Locke

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“I don’t know, you’ve always had a certain roguish charm. That hasn’t changed, even now.”

A small flicker of amusement danced through John’s dark eyes at the thought. The more things changed, the more they stayed the same. He’d always been a little protective of his brother while they were growing up, who wasn’t? It was one of those unassailable laws of the universe, an older sibling was meant to look out for their younger siblings. No matter where you went, stories and myths were filled with instances of an older sibling protecting the younger, looking out for them. From dealing with bullies to making sure that their kid brother or sister got a treat or the dinner they wanted.

That…hadn’t always been true for the Locke siblings. Both of them got into scraps, and John had thrown more than a few punches at people who had insulted Matthew, but he could admit that his brother had always been the better fighter. There had been an unwavering spirit, a willingness to throw himself into a fight, no matter what the odds he’d face. It was a trait about his brother John had always admired, that willingness to fight no matter the odds just because it was right, because it should be done. The elder Locke had been willing to throw a punch or two when needed but he’d chosen his time if he could.

A small smile turned up his lips, a memory of his brother dragging him into a fight because he felt it was the right thing to do. Both of them had walked away with a black eye and split lip, a collection of cuts and bruises. Matthew though, Matthew had walked away with a spring in his step and a grin on his face. Well, he had until they got home and their mother had rounded on them, the disapproval in her eyes at the state of them, clothing torn and blood dripping. She’d sent them to their bedrooms but it had been worth it to see the smile on his brother’s face.

But that had been a different time, long ago, lost in the mists of time. He couldn’t be sure why the memory had come to him now, but seeing his brother sitting across from him like this. It was almost like old times, the years melting away for a heartbeat.

“I’d almost forgotten about him. He really wasn’t all that happy with you giving those girls a free meal was he?”

A laugh slipped from John’s lips, the man relaxing back into the couch, the mask of the exarch, of the businessman slipping away for the moment revealing the man underneath. The man who had been missing his brother these long years.

“You know…I don’t think I’ve really had a boss since him either…funny how that worked out.”

Two different brothers, two different paths but…maybe they weren’t so different after all.
 

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OBJECT: BYOO - How's it going Bro'​
Location: Halcyon Storm
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He got a small laugh from that, oh I bet he looked ruggedly handsome, not compared to what would've happened. His body had been misshapen from all the bones that had healed wrong, and the broken noses that left it leaning off in an awkward angle. Matt knew that if he really wanted to he could've gotten everything fixed somewhere in the galaxy to make him look like a milky smooth rock star like he did when he was younger, but he never wanted too, each one of those scars and abnormalities are a part of him, and his past. He wouldn't change that.​

"Oi, don't you worry about the food I gave to and who I didn't give food to."

He said with a laugh, grabbing a Cigarette from his pocket and taking a single piece out before he lit it and began to smoke it. He wasn't going to ask for approval, John would just tell him no if he couldn't.​

Taking a long draw from the cigarette he had in his mouth he closed his eyes with a deep sigh leaning back in the couch as he let some more memories pass through his head, that he hadn't really though of in a long time. Of fist fights that he had gotten into and John came in to back him up, or times when John pulled him off a kid that he was about to send to the hospital. Good times, good times, a simpler back then.​

"You got some hot piece waiting for you when you come back home? Or did that bit break when you turned into a robot?"

Matt said that more of a brotherly zing, then to actually hurt his brother's feelings. He was genuinely curious if John had someone that would be there when he got home at night, or after a long business trip. Even asking that question caused Matt to a couple relationships he had, that left him because they couldn't handle his occupation.​
 
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Location: Landing Site -> Moving towards crash site.
Tags: Vren Rook Vren Rook Siv Dragr Siv Dragr



The two of them advanced towards where the crash site was expected to be. Client and escort. Juniper kept her distance, stepping forwards as her eyes scanned around them everywhere. Looking for the slightest hint of movement. She'd read the reports. She'd seen the files on Kayri III. She was open to many things in her new life, but being swarmed by hundreds of Charon and eaten alive was not one of them.

Her client noticed her attitude with a mirthless smirk.

"I would not worry too much, Miss Jett. It is our prey that have more to fear from the planet's 'inhabitants.' Such uncivilised brutes," Mr. Foyne told her, shaking his head. Quite whether he meant the convicts or the Charon themselves, she had no idea. The tone of his voice set her further on edge though. I would shove him in a pit and leave him here, if he didn't have half the fee still stashed in his accounts.

They both stopped as they heard something screech in the distance. Something like a rocket, but smaller scale. Juniper stared, fingers curled round the hilt of her blaster, as if she expected a missle-riding convict to burst from the undergrowth. However, nothing else followed.

"A jetpack of some kind," her client muttered, before looking at her. "We must hurry."

It wasn't long before they reached the crash site. Coils of smoke twisting upwards from twisted, bashed and ruined metal. A nasty, blackened scar across the ground where the shuttle had torn everything up. The faint smell of burning fuel and melting plastic. The shuttle looked pretty worse for wear. From what Juniper could see, the crash had torn part of it open. Whether or not there were more secure parts of the shuttle left undamaged, it was hard to say.

There was movement. Juniper crouched, narrowing her eyes to try and make out what it was. Something pointing, something sentient, hidden behind one of the walls. The faint trace of speech on the air, too distant to discern. She reached for a scope when-

Someone screamed. No more than 500m from the crash site, by the treeline, one of the escaped convicts tore through the plants. He attempted to run for the shuttle, until something erupted from the vegetation behind him. Several angry legs pounded after him, until the hairy arms of the Charon reached out and grabbed him. Violently, the convict was pulled into the Charon's embrace.

Juniper turned away, not wanting to see what she knew would happen. Instead, she saw Mr. Foyne, staring through his own scope. A slight grimace on his face as he curiously watched the display.

"Was that your guy?" Juniper whispered, hoping she wouldn't be heard.

Several seconds passed.


"No. It was not." He put his scope down. "Fortunate for us." She didn't feel fortunate, but Juniper didn't argue. "We shall wait for the Charon to clear, then we'll see who is inside the shuttle ourselves. If he left, I cannot imagine he went very far. Not in that environment."

Juniper looked to the endless tangle of plant-life on the other side of the shuttle, imagining the teeming hordes of Charon just waiting in there.

"No. I doubt it," she whispered.
 
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The soft crunch of the ground beneath her feet gave herself away. Slow, rhythmic crunches heralded the arrival of a pale woman in red. Her emerald eyes were aglow with fire in the darkness that enveloped this world. The wind parted in a low whistle as the lethal tip of a spear sliced cleanly at her side, whirled about in one hand.

Why had the Nightmother come? Because a Nightsister did not fear a world housed in the mouth of an angry deity. If anything, she was grateful such a place had been discovered. To think other Witches might learn how best to hone their bodies and hearts as they did their minds or their souls. The comforts of galactic civilization still did not sit well with Vytal even after all this time. It was too convenience. Too peaceful. When you knew the galaxy was nothing of the sort such delusions could lull you into a false sense of security. But here, on this world, you knew better. Here, you could die at any moment.

That said, Vytal hadn't been foolish enough to wade into a clutch of these beasts. Just as she wouldn't walk into a den full of hungry Rancor. There was something to be said for the technological advances of sensors and scanners able to pick out isolated lifeforms. A duel with a creature that would gladly devour her was fitting. One where the Arts would not avail her; or so Vytal would assume without bothering to check what power, when, or where could be conjured.

"I am a Daughter of the Fanged God, and the Winged Goddess. I have come here to test my worth, and yours. Let us learn of one another without interference by others." Was it sentient? Did it understand? Only time would tell -- the lack of more of its kin appearing out of the shadows in an effort to carve out a piece of a delectable meal.

The pale Witch dropped into a stance with the tip of the spear pointed toward the Charon, and its length held firmly in both hands. Her lips peeled back in a grin as the monster twitched and lined itself up with its challenger. Time to hone her body against the savagery of the galaxy once more.
 
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His brow raised more, in combination with Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner 's slip of the tongue and later Lavria Xedrim's eagerness to hunt. The latter was understandable, albeit perhaps misguided in Oleander's opinion - for what challenge did spiders truly offer? The former, however, now that got his attention. A crack in the Lord Commander's composure, if only momentary, and whatever history that lay behind it drew the Anzat's attention like a beacon. It was something to look into, not now, certainly, but definitely something that garnered his interests.

"Do not underestimate your enemy, ever, especially when in a few hours, you will not have the force to aid you in dispatching them."

His brow furrowed at that, teeth vacantly digging into the side of his cheek during the briefing as his gaze shifted from one individual to the other. Gerwald was a familiar face, no doubt, as was Lavria's if memory served, which it so often did. Of the unfamiliar faces, however, it was Palm-Imer Palm-Imer who managed to catch his attention. The others all had their individual signatures, something Oleander was taking the briefing to get acquainted with, memorizing them should they get separated in battle. Palm, however, he got nothing. Fascinating, really. Another thing to look into.

"Force or no force, makes no difference," he offered, a rare moment of arrogance creeping into his voice. "It only prolongs the inevitable."

Boots on the ground, he cast a long glance around their surroundings, taking everything in. The calm before a storm it seemed, with his instincts practically demanding he take cover, face the storm under his own terms. And with orders to scout it seemed he may do just that. With a quick nod of acknowledgment tossed the Lord Commander's way and another in the direction of his fellow scout, he slinked forward.

 
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There was a new job posting, and Thonn was reading it curiously. It spoke of fugitives on the run, but that wasn’t the half of it. It couldn’t be; nothing that simple would wind up as a job posting. People don’t go looking to hire Karjr for anything simple or easy, and reading more would confirm that notion. The place is swarming with ‘Charons’. That’s gotta be the catch. Cursory research gave him a better idea of what he would be dealing with; and exactly why this posting had ended up with them in the first place.

Those things looked kriffing horrible. Thonn could hardly wait to kill one.

Preparations hardly took much time at all, and after a travel through hyperspace he closed in on the planet for his approach. His CVT-48 outlander pulled down into the atmosphere and towards the surface while he kept a good eye on his nav instruments. The ship roared over the barren and depressing landscape on route to his destination; marked by the large red triangle that steadily drew to the centre on the display.

A couple of outlander starships had already touched down on the rocky surface; looks like he wasn’t first to show up to the party. Landing engines continued to roar as he eased his ship down steadily before touching down with a shaking metallic thunk; soon followed by silence once the engines and systems shut off. Flipping the roof open, Thonn slipped out with his GALAAR-15 blaster carbine before reaching back in to hoist the heavy z-6 rotary cannon out as well; that thing was just far too heavy to climb out with.

Well, there was no time to wait. Doesn’t look like the others had been there for too long; he could hear the faint sounds of heated metal contracting from the ships. Sounds like the engines were still cooling down, and the others couldn’t be far ahead. Thonn wasted little time in pulling up the coordinates through his HUD; he’d be beside himself if he ended up missing the action. He hadn’t bothered lugging all these energy packs for nothing.

Once he had his bearings straight, a click of a button and the roar of his jetpack broke the silence of his surroundings, and Thonn flew over the rocky landscape at low altitude with a scanning eye out for signs of either the doomed criminals, or the fellow mando'ades the ships had implied were already there.
 
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K A Y R I
Tag: Diana Sophistica Diana Sophistica | [Open]
Location: Kayri III [Outskirts]
Objective: BYOO
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Srina twirled the halberd in her right hand before letting the momentum and the runoff from the vents carry her swing fully through to strike brutally at another one of the spider-beasts. The pale-skinned Echani didn’t flinch when it collided with a carapace and it split. Tissue pressed through the gap and she thrust her hand out to send the wounded creature flying away from her at a striking velocity.

They weren’t very happy with her.

It almost seemed like this ship had landed on a hive. Or something they cared about. Srina couldn’t tell from her vantage point, but she also couldn’t stop moving long enough to investigate. She was promptly swallowed by a mass of spindly legs and gnashing teeth. It didn’t stop her from moving like a whirlwind of light and dark. Pressed into constant motion and a light-footed dance that her enemy would be hard-pressed to follow. Experience eked through her every movement.

No wasted breath. No wasted energy.

<<On it.>>


There was no time for pleasantries, even, while using thought-speak to establish contact. At least the person stuck in the ship seemed to be cultured and smart enough to listen. Srina could fend off the natives but she wouldn’t be able to protect and adequately defend on her own. She didn’t know the skill level of the survivor and her borrowed Magnaguard were already struggling. They were capable of analytical thought but were incapable of innovation, which led to predictable patterns.

Another issue cropped up while she continued to cut down the Charon as quickly as she could. Enough to make a path that wouldn’t collapse on the woman in the ship like a wave when she tried to leave it. Srina could see and smell smoke but she hadn’t realized that live fire was actually still igniting through the ship. Didn’t it have a suppressant system? <<Understood. I’ll pick up the pace. Be ready…>>

Srina could feel the pull of the weapon she used and drew a deep breath. While the spiders seemed to communicate with a series of clicks and squeals, she sought to interrupt that. When she was ready she released a shrill banshee shriek that would not only blast them away but make their nervous systems go haywire. It wasn’t as if the ship wasn’t already damaged. It would give them the time required to free the woman from her wreckage. <<You’re clear for the next two-minutes. Directly to your right as you open the hatch—You’ll see them swarming in.>>

The Exarch had many skills but fixing a ship wasn’t one of them. She wasn’t technologically inclined aside from knowing how to use a droid or fly a ship. There was kark all she could do about the fires spreading through the internal systems. Hopefully, it would die out before it exploded and left a crater in the crash site that took them with it.

The Charon really, really intended on eating her. Or so it seemed. She had to pivot to the left to avoid being hit with a spray of sticky webbing. It stuck to the side of the ship with a wet slap and Srina leaped forward to swipe at the nearest creature. It hissed at her viciously but she did her best to keep the area from becoming overwhelmed before the woman could even get out of the hatch. Ugly mandibles, gnarled fingers, and beady eyes seemed to appear from every nook and cranny of the valley.

Where were they coming from?

It wasn’t close enough to the worship site where the others had congregated. Where had this ship landed?

Srina dodged when one of the Magnaguard stabbed at a creature that was coming from behind, over her shoulder, without so much as a warning. If it weren’t for her reflexes she wondered if it would have actually skewered her. “Watch it!”, she hissed, briefly, before using her swinging halberd to take out the one it had wounded.

“Apologies, Exarch.”

Srina sighed. Droids. Hopefully, the survivor would come out and they could get out of the area. It would be difficult to salvage the ship if she wanted to keep it but the Sith was certain that they could get their hands on a decent crew that didn’t mind a little danger. That it—If they didn’t kill all the Charon first.

<<We should make for higher ground so we don’t get boxed in.>>
 
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Location: John's Quarters | The Halcyon Storm
Wearing: Would you believe...a suit?
Tagging: Matthew Locke Matthew Locke

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“You know I wouldn’t have but you know, you never looked cooler till Mr Farshorn caught up with you and started yelling at you. What I’ll never understand is how you still managed to walk away with both of their phone numbers.”

Matthew had always had that way, that animal magnetism that had drawn people to him no matter what he was doing, no matter what he got upto. As a boy he could get upto the most outlandish activities and could still come out of it smelling of roses. It was something John had always envied, something that he’d never really managed to replicate no matter how much he tried. Somehow he’d always been the one who got into trouble, he’d been the one who had gotten yelled at. Maybe that was the curse of the elder brother, to have to be the responsible one. Or maybe that was just him.

A smile curled up the corner of John’s lips at the thought, throughout his life he’d always taken responsibility on himself, responsibilities that might not have been his to shoulder. It had been his way, had always been his way. From the time of the accident, through all the wars and sacrifice that he’d seen, to the response to the Blackwing virus. He’d always felt that he if he had been better, if he’d been able to do better then he would have been able to save them, to prevent anyone else from dying. Perhaps the Jedi had had more of an effect on him than he’d thought.

“I’ve got a…”

The man’s voice trailed off as he glanced down at the cup of caf clasped between his hands, dark eyes staring down into the liquid, watching the steam wisping up off the surface of the liquid. For a moment he swore that the steam had formed the shape of a familiar face, a touch of red hair and a warm smile. A familiar pang of the heart drew the man’s gaze towards the window, only this time he wasn’t looking at the planet that dominated the view, but in the other direction, into the dark of space, at the planet, the person beyond that.

“It’s…complicated.”

Falling in love with a Jedi always was going to be…complicated. Yet, despite that, despite everything that had happened he wouldn’t change a thing, wouldn’t have given up a moment with her. For a moment the mask John normally wore, the mask of the Exarch or the businessman that he could only lower with a few people. For that instant John was lost in his memories, letting them swirl up around him carrying him away for a moment. The smile on his lips was soft, content as he shook his head, leaning forward.

“You really don’t want to hear me going on and on do you? How about you, a special someone to comeback to, to put you back together after your missions?”

 
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Tag:
- Skylar Vikaar Skylar Vikaar // Ruus Kote Ruus Kote BX-4323 BX-4323
Weapons:
- S-66 Scorpio // L 86 - Pisces x3 // T 91 - Taurus x3 // Vibro-Trenchknifes // Diamondback
Armour:
- G3M1N1 Chassis
Attire:
- This

The arrival of B1 Battledroids couldn't help but bring a serene flicker of a genuine smile to the otherwise stalwart and calm face of Gem as she watched them with eager abandon. While understanding that the AI of the adorable little critters had been substantially evolved since their inception, she could remember the hours of recorded takes she pondered through of how these droids could end up if used inadequately, thus bathing in the mirth of their hyjinks. It had become less and less often that she would watch some of their more humerous faux pars on holonet while she was allowing G3 to take the pilot seat for whatever reason deemed necessary at the time. She would salute the droids as they approached, desperately holding back the urge to respond with a snide 'roger-roger.' Figuring that, while it may all be in good fun they likely got that enough on a daily basis to qualify silence as the better option, the hard working droids of the CIS didn't need a cyborg to add to their daily stresses. Instead she would begin with a stutter, words tripping over one another as thought became action within the data filled confines of her biomechanical mind.

"Rog- I mean, welcome to the fold Deadeye, its good to have you and your unit!" She would fumble, catching herself with what she believed to be a recovery only a few shades brighter than a thermal detonator blowing up in her own face. But as the two Jedi would introduce themselves she would smile a little broader, a gentle warmth exuding from the machine as her flickering lights would pulse all at once like a soothing contented sigh. Her mission had been confirmed, with that she was sure that she needed to observe these crystals. If they were a natural substance she would be able to analyze the energy signature they gave off, they were what she needed. Though it was a long shot, but it could move to prove that the force the Jedi spoke of was something like an energy wave, if these stones gave off an equal and opposite wave frequency that it meddled with their use of the spiritual power of their order. It would stand to reason that the force itself could be calculated as its opposite, and thus... quantified for the purpose of future calculations. Suffice it to say, that if she was able to calculate the use of the force mechanically, the advantage that force users held over her would be severely diminished.

"It's my pleasure to meet the both of you, I hope that we can become good friends after all this is over too!" Gem would repeat with a level of benign excitement. It would be immediately evident to others after the short exchange that this cyborg wasn't like other droids, she stuttered, she slouched and her walking gait was far from perfect. On top of how she moved she expressed almost organic microexpressions with her eyes and general demenor which would suggest her nature as a cyborg opposed to being an off the factory floor droid. Although these things could likely be achieved with a certain level of sophisticated coding, but as all of them would be erronious for the purpose of a combat model droid, it would seem odd that a technician would have spent years developing such additional functions. The fluctuations in her otherwise perfect voice gave away her lack of confidance, although unlike the other flaws in her being voice modulation could be replicated somewhat easily yet it would complete the image that she held of herself as still being a real person.

"We should probably stick close together, there are few data entries on the species of this planet in regards to their construction as well as their potentials. They're simply listed as extremely dangerous. So, I would hope that we all be at the ready... Unless anyone here has already had contact with them?" Gem would suggest to the group while asking for more information on the matter, beginning to move in the direction that the other Jedi had pointed in. His insight was enough for her, she was here to escort them on their mission and Gemini had learned not so long ago that to ignore the instincts of those who are capable of using the force was usually an immeasurable mistake. But indeed, the mission needed to move on. She would begin to move in the direction the Jedi boy had pointed without reservation and with a slight skip in her step, drawing a bee line for the direction while still allowing her scanners to rest upon her companions, monitoring heart-rate materials of their attire and anything else that would be revealed by the UV forensic scanners. Subconsciously, Gem would find her hands moving to her thighs in search of inspecting the weapons on her person and recounting when she had last reloaded each of them. remembering in turn that each of them were loaded and ready to be fired at a moment's notice. As was Customary for Gem these days as trouble never seemed to far behind... Or ahead in this case.

"The faster we move the faster we can get out of here safely. Lets hunt some crystals!" she would summarize in a nonchalant attitude, waving for the others to begin moving in the way the Jedi had highlighted.

Meanwhile G3 sat within the confines of her mind, alerts and second guessing of her situation already streaming in. the AI was more than unhappy, first it had to deal with that accursed drunkard Frank, and now Gem was making deals with B1 Battledroids!? The lack of her host's efficiency ratings began to well something up within the AI that it had yet to feel. Frustration. The hands of time expanding the source code of the AI as it would begin to search for more ideal routes to their destination, formations they could take and the like if they were to engage with the Charon. But it was all in vein, Gemini, for whatever reason had seen it fit to bar G3 from control of anything but background processes that she had not quite gotten used to using subconsciously yet. Such mundanity was an insult and one that Gemini was going to have to learn was a mistake the hard way. If she was to become more optimal, consequences would need to be provided...


 
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OBJECT: BYOO - How's it going Bro'​
Location: Halcyon Storm
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Giving a full and hearty chuckle he just looked at his brother and shook his head. Those were the days, they had a lot less to worry about, especially John did, Matt figured running a galactic business could 't have been that easy, and he didn't intend on finding out.​

"God, even I don't remember how I got both their numbers, I had a lot fewer concussions back then. To be honest, I'm glad I still have half a wits left about me or I'd be in some deep trouble, don't ya think?"

He said giving another chuckle, the cigarette waving in his mouth as he talked and looked at his brother a smirk at the corner of his lips as he leaned back against the chair he was sat in, sinking into it some more as he relaxed, hadn't had some good time to relax in a long while.​

Seeing his brother's reluctance Matt reached over and put a hand on his sibling's shoulder giving him some comfort as he looked into the man's eyes as they started to draw away a bit, giving him the comfort that only family could give.​

"Just promise me, I'll get to meet them someday, huh? I want someone in this family to keep the name going, and your the only one who deserves that type of ending."

No sly joke, no hiding anything, Matt laid it straight out for his brother, he wasn't going to force the man to divulge anything he didn't want to. Matt was purest in the sense that he just wanted to see his brother grow old with someone and have a family, maybe he would never slow down, but at least the man could go home to a couple of smiles instead of the stale air of an apartment that hasn't been lived in since the time he had left for work.​
 
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Diana Sophistica
Tag: Srina Talon Srina Talon + Open
Location: Kayri III - outskirts - Red Hare Wreck
Equipment: Lightsaber - Dark Cloak armor
Objective: BYOO

The smell became worse. It only took her a second to realise it. The suppression within her ship was likely dead and with little to help her stop it, there was only one way to deal with it. She had to abandon ship and hope to salvage it later. For now she needed to prepare before she got the sign that she could leave. The red haired woman took a deep breath, exhaled as the Force took a place in her body that rested itself in the arctic cold of her former masters training ground. She exhaled as her eyes light up. The Force used in excess was something she despised, especially so forcefully, but it was the only way she knew how to attempt this. Her body created so much cold air, the vents creaked and the metal wailed. The cold air fighting the hot as it took shape on her armour. Small glistening frost settling upon the cape that she wore. As she held the lightsaber, she tightened the grip on it, her hands both on the hilt of it and ready to attack.

Finally the message came. It had only been seconds since the last but it felt like an eternity. It had been so long in her mind, that it could as well have been. She pressed the button, an emergency one that was to the left of the big metal door. It was that old, scratched up door that opened and showed the carnage of what was happening. The small metal ship being safe compared to the outside. It almost felt like a pull towards the inside. As if closing the door would keep the woman safe. She knew better, this wasn't like training. Her body felt light compared to then. The lack of weighted armour a clear sign that she wasn't training now. She bend her left knee, and leaned into it. Her right leg slowly moving back and with her left she pushed off. The jump towards the exit forceful and full of the power the Force instilled in her. The metal of her left leg enforced by the Force, but still creaking under it's tension. As she exited the place her left eye shined with a bright emerald gleam. The Force made her see with the eye, and with a lot of her focus she could see slightly more then what others did. For her sight on the left was no problem if she had Force energy left. She used her momentum to grab behind her. Her right arm twisting to grab the staff hilt she had previously retrieved in the ship. It slit within the grasp of her hand and her strong fingers enclosed themselves around the red wood and with a whistle of air as the metal end collides with the under side of an arachnid looking alien's face. Her biological arm swung hard from her sideways swing. Switch on her heel to pierce another creature with her lightsaber as she thrusted it with her metallic left hand. Her shoulder leaning heavily into the thrust as it's whizzing sound seemed to burn as fiercely as the blade itself did.

"Thank you stranger! Let me know if you or those... WHOOOW"

As she spoke one of the strangers droids moved past her and hacked into the collapsing alien. Diana raising a questioning eyebrow as she got annoyed at the robots. There was a good reason she normally didn't use them. She twirled around the droid and as she swirled the saber in her left hand, flourishing it into a gentle arc as she cuts down another creature to her left with an upwards slash.

"Hey are these droids yours? Are they resistant to cold? How many hostiles you got there?"

She looked, on her side it seemed a good few enemies had found their way to her. More then she would normally prefer to handle. She planned to try and use her cryokenisis to compensate for it, but she was extremely unsure if she was powerful enough to use it. Her metal bangles in her hair clinking against her face as she twirled once more to hit another hostile with the stick, followed by the lightsaber that burned the head off the creature. The twirl making her strong arms used as if like whips that horizontally whipped the weapons against the creatures. Her stomach in a knot as her thought wavered to her treasure trove inside the ship. By now she had moved a few meters to the right from her exit off her ship. She knew that if she turned she would see if any creature had made their way there. Her head shaking as she forced the thought out.
 

Ruus Kote

Strill Securities Alor'akaatse

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Immediate Friendly Forces:
  • 1st Jurkad Verde "Kad'b Marev" Armored Battalion, Solus and T'ad Company
  • 1st Jurkad Verde "Shereshoy" Mechanized Infantry Battalion, Solus and T'ad Company
  • Ruus Kote's HQ Company
Networked into the rest of his men and the vehicle's sensors, augmented by the Manda tactical battlenet's data analytic and predictive algorithms, Ruus was kept apprised of the new arrivals. The first to approach was G 3 M 1 N 1 G 3 M 1 N 1 . Truth be told, Ruus had no shabla clue what to make of her. He wasn't walking around only with what he'd been born with, but even his enhancement package was nothing compared to someone like Exarch John Locke John Locke . Her, on the other hand, unlike the Exarch, he wasn't sure if she'd ever been an organic. Not even with the full array of his armor's sensors could he tell that, and he suspected that she didn't want him to be able to either. Or more accurately, whoever the haran had...manufactured...her didn't want him or anyone else to be able to.
"There's space for ten more if these two decide they're getting on," he said, nodding at the two jetii'ika. "I'm sure you handle yourself just fine, but there's a lot more of them for even the toughest shabuire out there's comfort. That, and there's CIS protocol for the planet. Force users leaving the LZ don't leave without an escort." He glanced past her and at BX-4323 BX-4323 and his platoon or so of droids. BX commando units, not the usual fragile cannon fodder the CIS were so fond of. "Whether that's me and my troops, his or both of us doesn't really matter," he said, nodding at the approaching commando droids.
"We're just about to head out," he said in response to BX-4323 BX-4323 , nodding. "You and yours are free to jog alongside or hang onto the outside. We start getting shot at, just get off before the shields pop and the armor starts taking damage. I don't need to tell you why standing around explosive reactive armor's a bad idea, do I?" Ruus had no problem with droids, and Strill Securities usually made extensive use of droids to supplement their own forces. That said, he wasn't going to tell his men to vacate their transports for them.
Just when he was about to order the column to move out prior to boarding his tank, his HUD flashed with an alert about a shuttle that was just downed not far from their position. Just when he was about to hope that it wasn't one of Farlorn's, the display updated to show the model and the squadron said shuttle was attached to. To assuage any doubts that he might've had that about it being one of Farlorn's, a message was forward to his armor's comm unit from his command tank that came from Farlorn. Shab. So that was how it was going to be.
Ruus was largely ignoring the complaints of one of the jetii'ka and the arbitrary and SOP violating decision made by the cyborg to move out. He was processing the information and deliberating his next move. Farlorn's men were special forces, and unlike the company's rammikade units, they weren't equipped with highly advanced lightweight stesr'gar-reinforced duraplast composite armor with enough integrated weapon systems to make a Trandoshan go green with envy. If he didn't do something, and do it quickly, they were in some serious trouble.
"Alright, ladies, gentlemen and adi'ke of all ages. A shuttle just went down in the immediate area which means I must take valuable time off from trying to get you to adhere to the SOP to go and keep good people from going and getting killed by bugs. Stay here, come with, or go and get yourselves killed, it's no credits out of my paycheck," he spat, exasperated that after having to fight these oversized bugs with surprisingly advanced weapons he was expected on top of that to enforce the shabla SOP with people like this. It was at times like this that he wished that he could just get a good old fashioned shooting war, or a planetary revolt to put down. At least there, he didn't have to deal with the weirdest and most stubborn the aruetii had to offer.
Just as he climbed up into his tank and took positions, Ghes turned and gave him an uncomfortable look that was evident even from behind his buy'ce. At first, he thought it was because of how he'd handled the situation, but as he looked at the tactical display, he realized just what the problem was. There had to be hundreds of incoming. More, probably. There was so many the display stopped showing them as individuals and instead chose to display the incoming hostiles as a wave of red.
Sighing and cursing his luck, he immediately raised Mirta and Aamer on the command frequency, "Ke'gyce 6 to Marev and Shereshoy 6, defensive positions now. IFV's behind the tanks, infantry behind the IFVs. I'm going to see about getting those Rangers out. They're only a klick out, we're not leaving them to those bugs. You give those shabuire hell. Not a single one past." Mirta and Aamer's response was a a heartfelt "oya". As he sealed his tank's hatch, he turned on the tank's external speakers, "Attention to all personnel, we've a whole mess of incoming. You're encouraged to take up defensive positions alongside my men." He quickly changed frequencies and raised Anakwor Farlorn Anakwor Farlorn , "Colonel, I got your earlier message, but we've got big problems. The LZ's about to be swarmed by a whole mess of incoming. I'm going to try to get to them myself, but you best tell them to start moving in the direction of the LZ if they can."
"Jintar, take us out. Ghes', shoot anything that's not ours. No mistakes today, vode. We don't leave anyone to those bugs. We're getting everyone out." His command crew were silent, but resolute in their affirmation. Ruus didn't have to verbally order for Marev Solus 2 and Shereshoy Solus 2 to follow. With the Manda's tactical interface, it was as easy as a few clicks here and there. Three Jariler-class Main Battle Tanks and their commanding Ja'hailir-class Command Heavy Tank followed behind his command variant Naast-class Super-heavy Tank. Two of the four Trataab'morut Infantry Fighting Vehicles following behind them were empty, which was likely enough space to extract the survivors.
As they rolled out of the LZ, they made contact with the enemy's advance force immediately. There were no calls between the tanks, no frantic attempts to assign targets. The tanks all opened fire in perfect coordination. Heavy repeating ripper, mass-driver autocannon and repeating class-d disruptor cannons cut down the first wave of Charon. The second wave survived the opening barrage long enough to return fire with their plasma cannons. Deadly energy splashed against their shields, but they weren't enough to collapse them. Not in the numbers the enemy had at the moment.
RHM-03 and RHM-05 repeating heavy mass-drivers fired 120 and 150mm HE-Frag-FS rounds into the oncoming Charon. Ruus had to hand it to them, their spacing and formations were almost as good as any other troops he'd faced. Their staggered wave tactics were effective. If their weapons were anymore effective, they'd be in a lot more trouble. What they lacked in individual weapon effectiveness, the Charon made up for in numbers, ingenuity, sheer resilience and strength. Without the vehicles, the Charon would have been the first things in a very long time to give him cause for genuine concern.
Tunqstoid rods, however, were very effective at punching through armor. The Charon battle armor and their natural carapace didn't save them. Their vehicles rolled right over the corpses of the Charon. The attacks didn't cease, and given the hell they'd been through earlier securing the landing zone, they were not doing fantastically on ammunition. They had little more than half load left for their main guns. Ruus was searching through the frequencies attempting to raise the downed men when he heard the incoming communication from what had to be the stranded troops.
“Engagement! Engagement!” Osowiec frantically broadcasted on his comms-bead on all channels. “Oh, bollocks. I’ve got a over hundred bloody hostiles in front of me and they’re coming in fast! They get one us and it’ll be bayonets and then we’ll be taken apart like speeder being found by Jawas!”
"This is Colonel Kote, Strill Securities 1st Jurkad Verde regiment, responding to your distress call. Hold on just a little longer, we're only about two hundred meters from your position," he replied over the same frequency. Just as soon as he'd transmitted, the mess of foliage cleared enough to give them a reasonably clear shot at the rear ranks of the Charon. Ruus' tanks announced their presence with an ear-splitting crack, that was followed by the resounding boom of nine HE-Frag-FS shells detonating in the Charon's rear ranks. Pulse cannon fire cut through the smoke only moments later, scything down smaller trees in their path as they flashed toward the Charon.
It was a momentary victory, but Ruus was distinctly aware of the fact that if they didn't move soon, the incoming Charon would surround them.
 

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