LOCATION: Ans Corvo, Crippled Diplomatic Corvette
Objective: Secure the Bridge, Capture the Senators
Equipment:
Beskar'gam I
Blaster Pistol I
Blaster Carbine I
Deflector Shield
Tags: [
Raphael Calgar
Natasi Fortan
]
Jenn's quarry crying out in pain as the flames caught him in his retreat brought her a
shudder. Once, she had found a sick sense of
delight in the use of a flamethrower, watching cutthroats and soldiers alike made slaves to the sheer
pain coursing through them, thrashing and screaming as flesh sloughed off the bone, melting in front of her like candlewax... but those days were long behind her now. The brutality of the weapon was no longer something she took pleasure in employing - but merely another tool in her arsenal, a
display capable of shattering morale. To lose herself to that display, to relish in what she wrought, would not make her more of a warrior, but
less. To find joy in inflicting pain on the enemy was not the mark of a Mandalorian, but that of a
sadist.
The barrage of blaster fire hosing her down earlier had given the two a head-start, and catching up with them would take some time- if only because she had to fit herself in through the gap in the door, kept open only thanks to the container filled with... whatever it was a pair of
Senators were carrying around in the middle of contested space. Something of value, to be sure- but identifying the contents could wait. For now, she had a mission to accomplish, targets to subdue and capture.
By the time the the intrepid smith had made her way past the wedged door, the wounded Senator inside was being treated for his wounds - not that she assumed such a course of action. With the door leading to the bridge closed shut and her interaction with the terminal yielding to naught but frustration thanks to her quarry's quick thinking in blasting the controls on the other side, the proud hunter could only assume whatever surviving personnel was holed up inside, weapons trained on the door and waiting for her to breach.
Oh, but what she would give for a breaching team to make entry - give her a veteran or two from the Sik'ayha and the entire affair would be done with before the people inside could spit! But with the absence of reinforcements or ideal breaching tools (why, she was already pondering between a cutter or an explosive charge, a mix of EMP and Flash grenades to make sure whatever was inside could not possibly resist)... there was a simpler solution. Jenn could only wince, step back, and flip her helmet's rangefinder down.
Yes, that should do the trick.
Bracing herself as best she could, the Ersansyr took aim... and fired the rocket mounted atop her jetpack right at the reinforced door. Finding an alternate route inside would take too much time, leave her quarry with a chance to call for backup, or even fortify further. She had been hoping to keep the missile for something a little more
pressing, but the battlefield was an ever-shifting environment, and those who refused to adapt were often left to adorn it with their corpses. Pulling her pistol from its holster, she inhaled deeply through her gills, preparing herself for the most crucial moment of all: the initial assault into the bridge itself.
The Mandalorian did not wait for those on the other side to take the initiative. She had to be fast, relentless, and brutal in her assault. The jetpack roared to life as she flew on right through the hole created by the explosion: all too grateful for the ceiling height of the bridge compared to the comparatively cramped hallways of the diplomatic vessel, the fierce warrior used her advantage to soar through the air, quick to identify the presence of two of her targets- and what she could only assume to be the crew. A pity that the Senators had chosen to resist.
Vemric's orders had been clear. The crew was expendable, and so she had no qualms about dispatching them.
And she would need to do so rapidly, before they could fire from all four angles. Lifting her arm towards the Captain, the gauntlet's panels shifted aside... and, after taking a second to adjust her aim, she fired the wrist rocket. There was a flash, an explosion, and the man was gone, his thread cut, and his tale reaching an end that would seem all too premature for Lieutenant, surely. But he would join him soon, as the fearsome figure fired four shots from her blaster pistol: the first two crashed into a nearby console, sending sparks flying... but the others were far more deadly. One in the shoulder, and one in the head. An impressive feat, considering how rapidly the armored figure moved through the air.
But now came the difficult conclusion to this act: subduing a pair of Senators who were armed, evidently determined to fend her off by any means necessary, and devoid of the restraint she showed them in order to accomplish her mission. Activating her wrist-mounted deflector shield as she landed back down on the bridge with a
thud, the Mandalorian returned the pistol to its holster... and
rushed down Senator Fortan, practically
diving towards her with a burst of her jetpack once she had gotten close enough.
Surely, her compatriot would not dare to try and get a shot off if he risked hitting his colleague. Or at least, she hoped the both of them were scrupulous enough to share some measure of comradery, or at the very least respect. Or perhaps she was a fool for applying a warrior's lens to a pair of politicians.
Kostodu Xyston
Morgan Keldau
. This young Twi'lek may very well be one of the last of his own family or bloodline. 
