Because No One Can stand to see Children Cry

[Zaiden Dean]

Shots fired from many points ahead, as the group had stepped into a partial cavern, a high dome overhead. It had been nigh instantaneous that they were spotted, and immediately his companions fire had laid down several of their men. But that was not much longer before they began to return the barrage. Though he was firing his arrows, Matreya was much more conservative then his men, choosing to take a shot only when absolutely sure it was a kill shot.

Once they had finished the men off, Matreya stepped from the shadows and headed for the nearest body. Grabbing the arrow that had found itself lodged in between two connecting joints of the clavicle. Having pierced clean into the body at an odd angle, it to clung to the heart tissues, so when removed finalized the death that would have been inevitable had that not been his course.

Wiping the blood clean of the head, he looked to the nearby scout, "I am sensing something heavy ahead. Don't know what it is, that could mean it is something I have never encountered, or that it is simply to far out of my range." He paused, then added, "Sense abilities are not my strong suit either way."

His man nodded as he began to respond, before a loud bellow emanated from deeper in the cave. Smiling beneath his helm, he said, "Guess your right sir."

 

[RC 212]

[member="Kiber Thaxton"] [member="Matreya"] [member="stardust"] [member="James Justice"]

On a normal Day Jack felt safer in the air, and would have flown the Pride out there and vaped 'em. But that wasn't an option today. The engineers had just put up the outer walls and were still drawing supplied from the hold for the central keep. He had a speeder in the hold though, that'd have to do.

"Mount up Dak, we're going hunting!"

"Alright!"

"Alleria. Ferlin you got overwatch."

With single bound they both dropped from the top of the freighter and pounded up the ramp. Not even a minute later Jack was saddled in the speeder, the kid behind him with a Westar-34 drawn and ready. He kicked the ignition and they zoomed from the hold, banking right and through the gates.

Dust rose in waves as the vibrations rattled through the bars into his teeth. The scout was closing quick, and they were coming up to him head on, with only a thousand or so meters to spare Wide open space too, which he liked.

"Headshot is worth a hundred free credits kid. The whites of their beady little eyes eh?"

"Sure thing, get in there!"

Jack kicked the afterburners, adding speed and leaned lower to reduce the drag. Like a bat out of hell they were incoming.

 

[Kay-Larr]

A lot of food and drink had been distributed in those three hours, enough for everyone to have a nice meal. There was still other crates of food, but those were for supplies.

Kay looked over to [member="James Justice"] . Safety? Covered? She looked around for a moment. The transport vessel that had their food was no virtually empty. Not perfect, but it was good enough. Kay gave James a thumbs up and then looked to the large group of people that were hanging around, some nibbling on food, not wanting to be far from it's source. "Okay everyone, we all need to go inside the ship for a moment. This is a rehearsal in case there's danger. So quickly and quietly, everyone file inside of the transport vessel. There's plenty of room. It won't be for long."

Of course there were a few that weren't trusting of the situation, and a few more that were claustrophobic, but Kay led them anyways and went inside of the ship herself to prove that it was safe. She wasn't going to force anyone, and once they were inside, she had the door shut, but not locked.

Now it was just time to wait for the all clear.

[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[James Justice]

James watched as all the innocent people began to flee into the bowls of the ships for safety. And when that was done, through his active commlink he began barking orders, whipping his organic soldiers and guards to be ready as a back guard. Dozens of dozens of rifled soldiers scaled the high points and set up a watch and safety net of snipers, they were not the best but they would certainly be better than nothing.

Another set of soldiers were set up along other hard points; soldiers ready behind wall and windows, soldiers taking cover behind piles of durasteel, behind the rubble remains of the trash city, behind boulders that served for cover.

The spacer himself quickly suited up for war, his gear ready to cut and bash the souls of the enemy into the afterlife. His slughthrower rifle ready, James marched to a point where he could hear and see everything, waiting. The sound of construction continuing through it all was like music to James' ears.

[member="Lady Kay"]
[member="Jack Raxis"]
[member="Matreya"]
[member="stardust"]

 

[Zaiden Dean]

Boom!

Matreya felt a blow slam into his chest, just as he turned a corner. Driven into the wall behind him, he dropped down, gasping for breath. Though the durability of his suit was unbeatable, the damage dome to him at that point was pure kinetic.

Rolling to the side, he groaned at the sensitivity on the effected area. Struggling to his knees, he weakly called to his men to converge together around him. He was not able to get up at the moment! It was imperative he get all the cover he could!

While they all did just that, while returning fire, Valashu closed his eyes and attempted to slow his ragged breathing. Pain lanced through his chest with each inhale, which signaled broken ribs, but he did his best to focus. In, then out, once again in, before going back out. As the breaths began to shallow it was with a cleansing brought on by the Force. It was unknown whether the ability to dull pain had a name, but it was one that the Kensûrai of the Jensaarai-Ka learned in his first few days as leader.

Slowly pushing off the ground, he wobbled on his knees. Grabbing the Compound Bow from nearby, he then leaned to the wall for support. Rising upward as best he could, he looked to Zane, "Got a bacta injector?"

Pausing fire, Zane tossed a small syringe to him. Ripping free the cap, he continued his slow breathing, then in a swift action punched the needle into his arm. It would be best applied against the wounded area, but that would mean opening himself to further attack. Thus he hoped it would be fine soaking through his blood.