Bespin Brawl | [CIC/FO Remnants]

[Tobias Wrynn]

Location: Bespin, Cloud City, Hangar Bay
Allies: Beast
Enemies: [member="FN-999"]

His initial plan was reduced to redundancy when he snapped back and recognized the IFFs of three friendlies, still alive and laying down suppressing fire. It was hardly a large relief, but the number of blasters not leveled on him was significantly different from what he initially calculated. That made his bum rush manuever slightly more of a surprise than he anticipated it being. Wrynn barreled headlong toward the door, seeking to mow down one of the Stormtroopers (or more, if possible) as he went. He was less interested in achieving that goal than he was securing the exit, but one less bogey was always an ideal situation.

He could neither argue the girl was wrong for rejecting the given order, not blame her for not following it; Tobias had given a withdrawal order in error under duress, and surely if she had attempted to extract under such circumstances she may have come out worse for the wear. With that in mind, as he tagged the doorframe, he dropped the cannister and ducked behind it. Looking on now from behind the First Imperials in a flanking position- they still had [member="ST-00/0666"] and the other three CIC Stormtroopers to preoccupy their attention, after all- Wrynn readied his Blaster Rifle and prepped himself to take the first shot.

They were outnumbered nearly three to one, but the odds were irrelevant. At this point, with some effort and tactical superiority, they were in prime position to divide the enemy force and thin their ranks.

To achieve this, Wrynn lifted the weapon, toggled his thermal sensors and flicked his magnification to the optimal setting. Once he had the Stormtrooper nearest his own position in his sights, he fired two stuttered shots, one at the trooper's lumbar back, targeting the weak point between plates in an attempt to bring the man to his knees, and the other at neck level, attempting to fire where the helmet twisted for removal. While the second shot was markedly more readily lethal than the first, both were on the same plane of movement and required only subtle deviations to achieve.

His logic for these two particular shots was, if he managed to remain standing, the second shot would finish the job.

Calculations, however, were only numbers.

Note​

- as the Stormtroopers are still in the room with Beast, she has control of their movements for the time being. Wrynn will assume command of the Imperial Agents/Officers at the time of rendezvous -

 

[FN-999]

CLOUD CITY - BESPIN​

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ALLIES: FO ([member="Aisha Ren"] | [member="Demitry Draskovits"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | etc.)
ENEMIES: CIC (Engaging [member="ST-00/0666"] and [member="Tobias Wrynn"])

Suddenly, multiple shots were fired directly at FN-999.​

​

They were fired from such close range and at such speed that even FN-999's war-tested reflexes couldn't completely evade them. While the first shot grazed mere centimeters above his head, the second and third landed firmly on his chest. Landing on the ground, FN-999 rapidly hid behind another large crate and accessed the damage. A circular hole now burned most of the way through his armor, exposing a small part of his undersuit, which remained unscathed. Thankfully, the two shots hadn't hit the same place, and FN-999's resilient armor had held up to the unconcentrated fire, sacrificing only a small piece of itself to preserve his skin.

In the meantime, FN-999's troopers pushed forward violently. One of the three troopers attacking the group fleeing under cover was suddenly struck by a plasma bolt in the gap between shoulder plates. He knelt down in agony, before the second shot finished the job. The other two troopers began to fall back slightly, taking more secure positions to avoid the fate of their comrade. Only eight of the original sixteen troopers remained, but they each fought with the strength of two men.

Rising up from cover with renewed vengeance in his mind, FN-999 entered a rapid crouch, attempting to close the space between him and the woman who had attempted to kill him. He fired two shots her way as a distraction for her and any troopers with her, before swapping his nearly empty rifle for his riot baton and activating it. He kicked a barrel to the side, allowing him to flank his enemies. As he charged, traitors in sight, baton raised in his hands, he yelled:

"The Order shall be avenged!"

OOC: FN-999 was hit by two of ST-00's three shots. After ensuring that he was not severely wounded, he is now charging at ST-00 at close range with his riot baton, weaving through boxes and barrels.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Steal the Tibanna Supply
​Hostiles: [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Tobias Wrynn"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="FN-999"] | [member="ST-00/0666"] |
​Location: Apex Overlook > Administrative Palace exterior Hangar Bay

​The hardlight platform slowly descended within the orange mist, a powerful wind scouring all sound but its torrents of air, various parts of the Chieftain's garb billowed in the wind, his crouched form grasping intensely to what little friction the hardlight could provide. As Tathra used the schematics to locate the quickest route to rendezvous with the remainder of the Striker Squads.

​The closest access point was a hangar bay connected to the administrative palace's lower section. Tathra's hardlight shield allowed him to slowly descend, lowering within visual distance of the hangar entrance. The Chieftain's titian eyes locked onto a small grouping of First Order and Imperial Confederate Troopers.

​The wind warped the sounds, but Tathra's predatory senses could pick up the faint sounds of blaster fire, the odour of the smoke rising from a plasmatic wound.

​The Bryn'adûl Chieftain leapt from the hardlight platform, his massive form crashing into the hangar bay as a series of boxes crashed through the crossfire between the First Order and Imperial Confederates. The hardlight platform dissipated, Tathra's shields rising as his Mace fell into open palms.

​

​Forces:
​x2 Obalisc
x4 Syphon [x4 with Tathra]
​x8 Striker Squads [6x with Tathra]
​x2 Quilxyn [1x with Tathra]
x1 Shaman

 

[Mellifluous Magenta]

ST-00/0666, “Beast”
Post 4
Equipment: Mk. IX Katarn-Class Battle Armor w/ JT-12 Jetpack, VB-113 “Tidefall” Class Vibroblade, BR-212 “Jackal” ACR w/ 4x Combat Scope, DC-17 Hand Blaster, 1 Class A Thermal Detonator, 2 Sonic Concussion Grenades
Location:Cloud City, Bespin - Hangar Bay
Allies: [member="Tobias Wrynn"]
Enemies: [member="FN-999"] [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Aisha Ren"]

Beast immediately adjusted her aim as the First Imperial stormtrooper fell behind cover from his initial jump. She shifted her aim roughly adjacent to the object which the stormtrooper was hiding behind, according to the data from her targeting systems. Then, without waiting for him to emerge from cover, she fired a pair of shots from her Jackal ACR’s underbarrel grenade launcher, at a distance of a little under fifteen meters from her target. Her first shot was aimed for the ground next to the left side of his cover. Her second shot was aligned over the top of the cover, with the objective of arcing the micro-thermal loaded round over the barrier so that it could impact (and explode) directly behind the obstruction.

It was then that the ground vibrated beneath Beast’s feet when a towering avatar of war crashed into the hangar bay, clad within thick armor and wielding a massive mace which was almost twice as big as Beast herself. The figure’s impact with the ground sent boxes crashing through the crossfire. With a sharp grunt, the short-statured stormtrooper ducked back behind cover to avoid the flying arc of a particularly large and box-like projectile...

 

[Tobias Wrynn]

Location: Hangar Bay > Installation, still engaged
Allies: ST-00/0666
Enemies: [member="FN-999"], [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

The smoke had effectively created a low laying fog that would only impair those not using tech, which meant in a sortie between Stormtroopers, it was less of a problem and more of an inconvenience. Wrynn had accounted for that, but not anticipated such a quick response. With the First Order in disarray and their apparent and nigh immediate withdrawal from Bespin, they had prepared for more of a militia/locality team than a proper retinue of Imperials.

The losses incurred reflected that miscalculation. "Stormtrooper," one of the Imperial Officers who approached from behind called out to Tobias. "What is going on here?"

"We were met with swifter resistance than what we're calculated. Someone assumed the First Imperial presence further gone than it actually was." Wrynn continued to speak fluidly as he trained his fire toward another unfriendly IFF, flagged now because he got beads on Beast and her friendlies inside the Hangar. "Should have known they wouldn't be too quick to part with their Tibanna."

It was one of the few times he could be liberal with his snarkiness, and so, he savored it. The officer seemed amused more than anything. "So it would seem," came a tight-lipped reply. "What is your assessment of the situation?"

"Grim," Tobias pulled the trigger, a more precise shot intended to take one of the First Imperials still within his field of vision in the back. "This is a soft squad, and we haven't hardly pushed into enemy territory. Do we have boots on the ground to collect any Tibanna? I haven't heard-"

"Focus on your directive, Stormtrooper, and we will assure ours is completed." Yeah, he'd pressed a bit too far. His word was tantamount to nothing next to an Officer's. "I appreciate your candor in light of this misstep, but there are many who would not share my point of view."

"Noted, sir. I appreciate your leniency." Wrynn glanced up as strange sounds from above preceded something much worse. He strained to make it out, but kept his eyes on the enemies he could readily see. "We need to vacate the damn hangar," he hissed. "They've wasted enough of our time and men."

 

[FN-999]

CLOUD CITY - BESPIN​

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ALLIES: FO ([member="Aisha Ren"] | [member="Demitry Draskovits"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | etc.)
ENEMIES: CIC (Engaging [member="ST-00/0666"] and [member="Tobias Wrynn"]) & [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

Suddenly, a solid circular projectile rolled next to FN-999.​

​

He recognized it as a grenade the moment before it exploded, knocking him into a crawling position and slamming his back against a larger crate. A second explosion shook the hangar, from a grenade similar to the first. However, he had been pushed back enough by the first that the second merely sent a brief, intense heat through his body. As he slid behind another, intact crate, he suddenly noticed a large shadow closing in very close to him.

"Inco-"

The massive object hit the ground, the resulting shock wave knocking a R2 droid-sized barrel directly into FN-999's chest. Temporarily deprived of breath, he lay idle on the ground, until finally taking in a large gulp of air. Re-energized, FN-999 stood up to access the situation. The massive object was a giant red beast, equipped with the largest melee weapon FN-999 had ever seen. In comparison, his riot baton was a mere twig, weak and easily snapped.

"Retreat!" yelled FN-999 to his squad. Now numbering only six troopers, including FN-999, the squad rapidly began to fall back. Three of the six began firing on the beast as they ran, attempting to penetrate its armor and skin. FN-999 and the two troopers with him swiftly fled the range of the monster's mace, and he grabbed the radio on his belt.

[We're picking up a, large unidentified creature with hostile intent. Backup needed!]

Arriving at the rear doors of the hangar, the six remaining troopers urgently fled deeper into the city.

OOC: Updated to reflect being struck by grenades, not rifle shots.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Steal the Tibanna Supply
​Hostiles: [member="Tobias Wrynn"] | [member="FN-999"] | [member="ST-00/0666"]
​Location: Hangar Bay

Tathra landed with a thud, glowing titian eyes observing the battlefield as smoke reached his ankles - doing little to obscure the various heat signatures hiding amongst the cargo and equipment. The Imperial Confederate and First Order forces appeared minimal, less than ten stood on either side.

​As Tathra still steadied himself, the troops he had fell upon scattered without a second thought - running for their lives.

​Tathra's boney jaw shaped into a snarl as the fear of the First Order troops swelled in his stomach. The shots that made their way to him were quelled by a faint orange shield that sat around his form, only appearing momentarily as the bolts collided with his upper chassis. They were right to retreat, it would be slaughter for them otherwise.

​​"[Draelvasier]: You only delay the inevitable.." ​Tathra's massive form allowed his voice to carry far with little effort, and even if those he was amongst could not understand it - their was an air of disappointment carried in his crude and vicious tongue. Tathra was yearning for a fight.

The colossal brute lumbered forward a few steps, not forgetting the Imperial Confederacy's forces at his right - Tathra leapt forward towards where the crossfire had originated from their side. They would be eliminated, and the tibanna would be theirs.

-

In the Administrative Palace, a surge of Bryn'adûl Striker squads would arrive on the same floor as the hangar bay. However the Bryn'adûl Forces would not move to support their leader; their objective was their own. Four of the Six Striker Units would disperse throughout the Palace courtyard, attempting to hold key locations to supress First Order and Imperial Control until their objective was completed. ​​

​Forces:
​x2 Obalisc
x4 Syphon [x4 with six striker squads]
​x8 Striker Squads [6x Moving on the administrators palace ]
​x2 Quilxyn [1x with squads]
x1 Shaman

 

[Mellifluous Magenta]

ST-00/0666, “Beast”
Post 5
Equipment: Mk. IX Katarn-Class Battle Armor w/ JT-12 Jetpack, VB-113 “Tidefall” Class Vibroblade, BR-212 “Jackal” ACR w/ 4x Combat Scope, DC-17 Hand Blaster, 1 Class A Thermal Detonator, 2 Sonic Concussion Grenades
Location: Cloud City, Bespin - Hangar Bay
Allies: [member="Tobias Wrynn"]
Enemies: [member="FN-999"] [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Aisha Ren"]

It was a monster.

Beast gasped with a dreadful mix of fear and awe as the powerful being strode forward with bloodlust in his putrid yellow eyes. She noticed the First Imperial forces in the process of initiating a retreat as she rose up from behind the heavy barrier which she had been utilizing as cover, though their palpable fear was only an afterthought in comparison to the overwhelming sense of dread that filled her soul as she bore witness to such a omnious demigod of war. Her first thought was to retreat as well, but with so many uniform Imperials counting on the protection of the shattered remnants of the stormtrooper squad, Beast knew that it would be cowardly of her to retreat when she had a duty to perform. Her resolve was stronger than any armor, and if this monster wanted a fight, she would give him one that he wouldn’t live to regret.

With the monster lumbering towards the small squad of Core Imperial stormtroopers, Beast quickly decided to take advantage of the opportunity to rain down a hailstorm of devastating firepower upon his towering form while he was caught in the open. She sighted her Jackal ACR, took aim at the monster’s upper chest, and fired a barrage of ten kinetically-backed maser bolts in full-auto. With roughly thirty-five meters of distance separating her from the monster, the bolts had a virtually instantaneous projectile velocity, making it not necessary for Beast to lead her target in any significant way in spite of their erratic movement or futile attempts to dodge. As she fired the twelve shots from her ACR, the homing missile launcher mounted on her JT-12 jetpack established a lock on the brute’s massive form. Just as the last shot left the barrel of her ACR, an antivehicle homing missile launched from her jetpack and flew towards the armored demon’s head...

 

[FN-999]

CLOUD CITY - BESPIN​

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ALLIES: FO ([member="Aisha Ren"] | [member="Demitry Draskovits"] | etc.)
ENEMIES: CIC (Engaging [member="ST-00/0666"] and [member="Tobias Wrynn"]) & [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

The five surviving troopers and FN-999 exited the rear of the facility, sprinting away to access the situation.​

​

There seemed to be no additional monsters or traitors charging directly into the planet, with most fighting restricted to orbit. Consequently, the battle would be much easier to handle. The area could quickly be quarantined and swarmed with troopers, along with heavier armaments to handle the red beast who had entered the fray. FN-999 repeated the thoughts to himself, putting his trust in the efficiency of the First Order army.

Suddenly, the faint humming of engines could be heard. Looking above him, he saw a small ship approaching from the right. Unable to identify its allegiance, he tensed up, preparing to take cover. But before FN-999 could act defensively, he realized that the vessel was of a First Order design. Perhaps backup had finally came. The vessel, a troop transport, began descending, rapidly covering distance before landing about three meters away from the remnants of FN-999's squad.

Its side doors opened up, dumping an additional dozen troopers out. They seemed to be in good shape, with complete suits of armor and blasters. One trooper had a mortar launcher, which would likely prove useful. But first, FN-999 had other plans.

"Wait here." called FN-999 to his now twenty-two strong squad before grabbing his radio.

[There is a large creature in the hangar. Would you mind firing the laser cannons in there?]

[Yes, sir.] replied the gunship's pilot, on the other end of the radio.

The gunship, emptied of troopers, began to rise up in the air, but did not take off. Instead, it tilted to directly face the hangar ahead. Beneath front of the shuttle, two rotary laser cannons began spinning rapidly. Then, they spewed out dozens of laser bolts, all soaring within the gates of the hangar towards the beast. In the meantime, FN-999 pulled his squad to the side, preparing to move in after the red beast was slain.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Landing upright, Tathra immediately spotted the miniscule shooter as her rifle layered his chest with plasma bolts. The individual bolts packed a more powerful thump than typical of small arms fire, but all the same did little to deter the titan. The brutish Chieftain stood proud, undeterred by their feeble weaponry - he bore his teeth, snarling at the woman. She was brave, for a human.

​Tathra took another step as he raised his Mace, red plasmatic flame glowering from its head as Tathra locked eyes for but a moment as the rocket fired from her back barrelled towards him.

"[Basic]: Come on..!" ​Tathra accepted her challenge, pulling a swath of energy to himself in preparation for impact. He would be as though an unmoving mountain as the rocket collided with his chest, unmoved - the explosion was warped as it engulfed the titan; his right hand extended as the flames appeared to pour into a whirlpool that thrust the flames into his grasp. Tathra appeared unhurt, his facial features contorted as he moved to supposedly redirect the energy at his foe.

Instead, two cannons laser beams slammed into the back of the Chieftain - one even cutting through his shoulder as he was caused to skid across the metal floor; the massive titan turned on his heel, instead summoning the energy to bolster an impressive force barrier that halted the cannons fire. Eyes now firmly fixed on the gunship and the First Order's deployment.

More to the fray.

| [member="FN-999"] | [member="ST-00/0666"] |​

 

[Mellifluous Magenta]

ST-00/0666, “Beast”
Post 6
Equipment: Mk. IX Katarn-Class Battle Armor w/ JT-12 Jetpack, VB-113 “Tidefall” Class Vibroblade, BR-212 “Jackal” ACR w/ 4x Combat Scope, DC-17 Hand Blaster, 1 Class A Thermal Detonator, 2 Sonic Concussion Grenades
Location: Cloud City, Bespin - Hangar Bay
Allies: [member="Tobias Wrynn"]
Enemies: [member="FN-999"] [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Aisha Ren"]

The gigantic avatar of war merely stood his ground in the face of Beast’s barrage of charric fire and the turbolaser bolts which assailed his position. Beast couldn’t bear the thought of a retreat, but there seemed to be no way the small squad of stormtroopers would be able to force their way past the gigantic alien and into Cloud City itself without sustaining an unacceptable amount of casualties.

“Our position is on the verge of being overrun and we are in need of immediate extraction! Mission is a total failure and we require evac, now!” Beast screamed into her communicator, which picked up the sounds of chaos and battle all around her.

“Threee minutes ETA,” was the immediate response from mission control, and Beast breathed a sigh of relief, though she knew that duration of time was an eternity in active combat, especially in such close quarters with what seemed to be an unholy terror bearing down on her position.

With a deep breath, Beast rose from cover, took aim at the monster's head, and fired a second salvo of six shots with her ACR. The kinetically-backed maser bolts traveled roughly nine times the speed of sound, meaning that Beast had no need to bother with leading her target or compensating for ballistics. Thirty meters of ground still separated her squad from the monster, though she knew that it could close the distance quite quickly if given the opportunity. Regardless, she didn’t see any more options available to her, other than pounding its defenses until they inevitably broke or the creature grew exhausted.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Deeper within Cloud City, it seemed as if neither the First Order nor Imperial Confederates had committed much in the way of military assets to the task at hand, the Bryn'adûl squads had easily secured a large amount of the administrative palace - butchering Cloud City Police that stood their ground, though there were few.

​They were but a minute away from securing the tibanna, they would transport it into a mobile container - which they intended to airlift to their ships. The majority of the Bryn'adûl forces remained intact, the Cloud City's police had been trampled over in this exchange of hats. It had left them weak, and deserving of the brutalisation upon them.

​Three Striker Squads stormed their headquarters, butchering even the off duty officers.

Bespin would remember the Bryn'adûl.

​-

​Tathra's barrier would maintain for a few moments longer, able to allow the Chieftain to gain enough ground to close the distance. Yet, the Imperial Confederates opened fire again, almost as if in cohesion with the gunship as it unleashed a torrent of missiles directed at Tathra, two were immediately absorbed by the barrier - creating a storm of fire around the titan; the third and fourth destroyed the barrier as Tathra's face was smacked to the side by six bolts colliding with his jaw.

​His stance faltered, the miasma of fire was all the Chieftain could see momentarily as his eyes drew wide, the kinetic impact of the final two missiles rocketing him backward several metres as he doubled over, landing on his side. The Mace's head collided with the ground, his left hand grasping the hilt in a reverse grip, two hands now clasping the upper length of the hilt.

​The smoke and fire gave silence to the gunfire that had previously dulled all sound, the gunship and First Order troops perhaps assumed the titan had been killed in the strike.

​Instead, beyond the flames two thunderous steps sounded - the flames died as Tathra stood idle, the Mace dangling from his left hand as the Chieftain's eyes moved to his right pectoral, inspecting a large chunk of metal cutting through his armour into his collar. The shard had no doubt been flung from one of the many containers. He was fortunate that the shard had not came for his throat.

​Yellow eyes winced as the right hand wrenched the metal from its embedded position within his flesh. Black blood oozed from the wound, seeping into the eroded bronze of his armour. His eyes locked onto the gunship, the soulless machine that these humans would cower behind. They had no sense of honour, their strength was of machine. Metal men with shallow hearts.

​He would gift them a lesson in brutality before they died, at least then - they would know his truth.

​Tathra held the lower half of the Mace's hilt in his right hand, allowing the cosmic force to usurp his strength; allowing his speed to double as his thunderous footfalls became a repetitious drum, drawing closer. The gigantic Chieftain weaved between the laser cannons blasts, a single swipe of his Mace releasing a red plasmatic shockwave that sent four or more flying off their feet, weak bodies crushed within their factory forged prisons.

​Tathra leapt above the lasers as the Gunship repositioned itself to fire at him, his velocity outmatched the Gunships manoeuvrability in such a tight space, landing on top of the Gunship; Tathra's armoured hands dug into the metal, twisting the individual plates that made up the gunships upper cockpit as he clung on, snarling at the pilots within.

| [member="ST-00/0666"] | [member="FN-999"] |​

 

[FN-999]

CLOUD CITY - BESPIN​

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ALLIES: FO (NPC force)
ENEMIES: CIC (Engaging @ST-00/0666) & [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

​

The gunship continued to fire.​

​

The relentless hail of fire from the First Order gunship, combined with the retaliation of the traitor forces against a common foe, finally brought the beast to his knees. But then, he rose. He began running forwards at an incredible pace, even with the gunship resuming its hail of fire. The beast dodged them, surprisingly agile, before homing in on the ship itself. It attempted to veer to the right, only for the beast to calculate its trajectory and take a massive leap directly onto it.

[Get out of there!] FN-999 warned the gunship pilot over his comms.

Fortunately, the pilot was a bright man, flying away from Cloud City instead of towards it. The gunship would soon be flying over Bespin without Cloud City to crash into, making destroying the gunship a suicidal option for the monster. Even if he realized FN-999's plan and jumped off the ship in time, the gunship would likely be able to recover and continue firing, at the cost of only a few troopers on the ground. In the meantime, FN-999 returned his focus to the traitor forces on the ground.

"Fire the mortar into the center of the hangar!" ordered FN-999. "Root them out!"

The trooper wielding the mortar rapidly loaded an explosive charge, before setting down the cannon on the sidewalk so that it was angled into the open-roof hangar. Then, a loud thump filled the air as an explosive charge flew over the hangar walls and into the devastated interior.

In the meantime, the First Order had noticed more, smaller monsters smashing through their defenses. They seemed to be on a beeline for the city's tibanna - a highly valuable resource. The Order would not allow the tibanna to be lost.

A second gunship was dispatched near the front doors of central palace, where the beasts were seen entering, the gunship dropping off two dozen fully armored stormtroopers to support the local police. Then, the gunship rose to the top floors of the center. Identifying the hostile creatures inside, it opened fire, its laser cannons ripping through the ornate windows in pursuit of the Order's enemies.

 

[Mellifluous Magenta]

ST-00/0666, “Beast”
Post 7
Equipment: Mk. IX Katarn-Class Battle Armor w/ JT-12 Jetpack, VB-113 “Tidefall” Class Vibroblade, BR-212 “Jackal” ACR w/ 4x Combat Scope, DC-17 Hand Blaster, 1 Class A Thermal Detonator, 2 Sonic Concussion Grenades
Location: Cloud City, Bespin - Hangar Bay
Allies: [member="Tobias Wrynn"]
Enemies: [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="FN-999"]

The monster was nigh-unstoppable, and as the massive creature weaved between the blasts from the gunship’s laser cannons and closed the distance between itself and the depleted squad of Core Imperial stormtroopers, Beast unloaded six hard-hitting maser blasts from her ACR. Each shot was precisely aimed to strike its chest, since Beast feared that it was running directly towards her depleted squad.

Fortunately, it wasn’t.

The creature suddenly executed a leap of monstrous proportion, which sent its massive form high enough to land on the surface of the gunship, just before the craft flew away from the hangar with the large alien still attached to its hull.

Beast took a deep breath as peace momentarily returned to the hangar in the wake of the monster’s unplanned exit. With no First Imperial stormtroopers inside the hangar, there a brief period of relative silence.

“We need to head to the back of the hangar, so we’ll be closer to the shuttle when it arrives for extraction.” Beast spoke to the remaining three stormtroopers, as she jogged towards the edge of the hangar. “It shouldn’t be long now.” She added softly.

It was only then that a piercingly loud screeching wail reached her eardrums, followed by a loud explosion. Beast immediately moved for cover behind the tall quadanium steel wings of a nearby TIE fighter.

“Mortars!” Yelled out one of the more experienced stormtroopers in the squad. “Take cover and prepare for another assault from the front of the hangar. They’re softening us up. More are coming.”

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​The transport whirled, fluttering inward to the orange abyss that engulfed their surroundings. Tathra clung with Mace in hand, barely able to hold himself in place as the transport pulled back from the entrance to the hangar. Tathra launched his left gauntlets Gladius outward, attempting to stab the side of the cockpit to achieve a firm hold of the transport.

​The pilot instinctively swerved, causing Tathra to miss his mark - instead slamming his elbow into the hull. The brute winced, eyes locking with the pilot deep in concentration. The force of the wind going at such speeds against his relatively unprotected form caused his ears to sing and crackle, his senses submerged by the sea of sound. Tathra tried again as the ship righted itself; successful prying the metal apart with his Gladius as he pulled himself upward to the narrow length of the cockpits front, able to dislodge his Mace and run the length of the ship, fighting back the wind. The Chieftain perceived the elements as another foe, not something to cower from in metal shells. Mace in hand, Tathra sprinted the small distance to reach the middle of the ship. he collided with the upper fin, knocking it aside and spiralling downward into the depths.

​The pilot panicked, flicking the ship on its side as Tathra was thrown from his feet; his Mace's plasmatic daggers embedded in the hull, holding him in place. Tathra instinctively dug his right hand into the hull, using his sheer strength to bend the metal with his own flesh; clinging as he tore the Mace free, swinging the weapon into the rotary joint that held the right wing in place; Tathra allowed the force to empower his strength, swelling into a strike that simply obliterated the mechanism, tearing the wing from its joint as the ship spiralled; spinning as Tathra became upright.

​Tathra allowed the force to assist his balance, keeping the titan upright as the smoke and flame rose underfoot. Undeterred, the titan placed his Mace on his back; using the force to create a barrier underneath the ship, guiding it in a synthetic cove downward toward the hangar.

The ship descended now, spiralling toward the platform that the First Order forces had retreated to; it wouldn't make it. But the Chieftain would. Leaping from the falling ship, Tathra landed on the edge of the platform, the ground crumbling underfoot as he rose.

| [member="ST-00/0666"] | [member="FN-999"] |​

 

[FN-999]

CLOUD CITY - BESPIN​

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ALLIES: FO (NPC force)
ENEMIES: Engaging [member="ST-00/0666"] and [member="Tathra Khaeus"]

"Second shell! Fire!" yelled FN-999.​

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Another incendiary from the mortar flew over the hangar, angled to aim closer to the front entrance of the hangars. The resulting explosion would serve a dual purpose - eliminating any enemy counteroffensives and allowing cover for the First Order stormtroopers to enter.

But before he began rallying the troopers for a push, he looked back. FN-999 realized in horror that the monster was much smarter than he anticipated, or perhaps simply desperate to stay alive. Regardless, the red leviathan had jumped from the gunship onto the sidewalk bordering the hangar, while the gunship spiraled down into Bespin's core. Now, it seemed to be regaining its footing, and it menacingly faced the First Order troops.

Frantically, FN-999 delivered urgent orders. "Turn the mortar around and fire on the beast! Have ten troopers run in and kill the tratiors, while I lead the other ten to end the monster!"

Luckily, a lifetime of training had made First Order troopers efficient, and ten swiftly ran towards the hangar under the visual and sound cover of the mortar explosion.

In the meantime, the other ten troopers, including the mortar operator, turned around to face the beast. The troopers had him cornered - their fear was visibly less than when he made an explosive appearance in the hangar. Swiftly reloading their blasters, the ten troopers and FN-999 then started firing all their remaining armaments at the red monster, while the mortar operator aimed and fired a fourth explosive projectile in the monster's general direction. Even if it missed the creature, it would certainly whittle down its footing.