The Outer Rim was home to a lot of unsavory types. Pirates, and pillagers to name a few. But the people he was a part of, the Federation, was deep within the reaches of Wild Space and the Rim. And for better or worse, the Coalition was encroaching on those worlds. Well, that was, after the First Order were beaten back by the Ssi-Ruuk with the latter only recently being pushed back by the more militant factions within the Coalition. One such faction being the Alliance Remnant. But even then, the beacon of civilization on the Rim was fortifying the Mid Rim and the border to the rest of the galaxy.
The Storms were here to help settle that score. They had been arming themselves from an old Mon Calamari cruiser that had fled the core during the push against Coruscant. With only a few supporting craft, two corvettes and an assault frigate, the Storms were no better than a small rebel cell operating under the banner of ‘former Alliance met Lords of the Fringe.’ An odd dichotomy, but so was the Coalition.
The unit he was with crewed out of an Assassin-class corvette by the name of Torrent, and were the spear of assaults. The team was currently laying low on Varonat, keeping watch on the Werewolves and Ssi-Ruuk. What Bacu was focused on currently, as his team move through the Tropis-on-Varonat, was the group of Ssi-Ruuk and their supporting enteched individuals. With his bowcaster in hand, he was sticking to the shadows, using the Force to keep attention off of him. As he got in range, the dark green Mirialan nodded.
His comrade, a Mon Calamari Force sensitive was stalling, and a crack of thunder was heard as the environment changed. The clouds darkened and with the next crack of lightning and thunder, blaster bolts erupted scattering enteched, Ssi-Ruuk, and civilians alike.
With his bowcaster taking shots, he was going for the larger of the Ssi-Ruuk. Just waiting to close the distance.
[member="Ruby Jaxx"]
The Storms were here to help settle that score. They had been arming themselves from an old Mon Calamari cruiser that had fled the core during the push against Coruscant. With only a few supporting craft, two corvettes and an assault frigate, the Storms were no better than a small rebel cell operating under the banner of ‘former Alliance met Lords of the Fringe.’ An odd dichotomy, but so was the Coalition.
The unit he was with crewed out of an Assassin-class corvette by the name of Torrent, and were the spear of assaults. The team was currently laying low on Varonat, keeping watch on the Werewolves and Ssi-Ruuk. What Bacu was focused on currently, as his team move through the Tropis-on-Varonat, was the group of Ssi-Ruuk and their supporting enteched individuals. With his bowcaster in hand, he was sticking to the shadows, using the Force to keep attention off of him. As he got in range, the dark green Mirialan nodded.
His comrade, a Mon Calamari Force sensitive was stalling, and a crack of thunder was heard as the environment changed. The clouds darkened and with the next crack of lightning and thunder, blaster bolts erupted scattering enteched, Ssi-Ruuk, and civilians alike.
With his bowcaster taking shots, he was going for the larger of the Ssi-Ruuk. Just waiting to close the distance.
[member="Ruby Jaxx"]