Faction Constructive Criticism : | Refuge [Event] (Farworlds Alliance)

[Shuklaar Kyrdol]

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Friendly Units: None at the moment.
Units in Reserve:

• SB-01 Darasuum Morut-class Super-heavy Battlecarrier Darasuum Morut (in orbit)
• Vornskr Mirshir-Jurkad Rammikade company Kyramud (waiting with the gunship, on stand by)
• Strill Securities Jurkad Verde Netra b' Oya'karur Battalion Command Company
  • 'Mirshir'verd'jurkad'gam'-M and Ysalamiri Birikad have been issued force wide. They have access to the latest Strill Securities armor and weapon accessories.

The force has been augmented with the following:

• R/S-01MR 'Nuhaatyc' Reconnaissance/Support Droid
• NS/SD-02 'Gar Gayi'kartay Verd' Network Security/Slicer Droid
• SD-01R 'Gar Ram'ser' Siege Droid
• ID-01MR 'Gar Verd' Infantry Droid
• CMD-02 'Gar Sol'akaan Baar'ur' Combat Medical Droid
• RS-01M Haran'calyr Recon Speeder
• IFV-01M Trataab'morut Infantry Fighting Vehicle
• SIFV-01 Trataab'bral Super-heavy Infantry Fighting Vehicle

Tag(s): Matthew of Valendale | Chi'no Su | Vohm-Raet | Novac Lyrikal

Equipment

Armor Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s) Rifle(s) Explosives

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  • Jurkad'gam
  • Equipment Mount: Ysalamiri Birikad.
  • Back Weapon Mount:
    • Left:
      • A-03S Verpine Shatter Autocannon
        • GVSR-SA Guided APFSDS Magazine (1)
        • GVSR-HEIAPA Guided HEIAP Magazine (1 loaded)
        • GVSR-FA Guided Flechette Magazine (1)
    • Right:
      • MML-02SM Miniaturized Missile Launcher
        • Tracyn'vhipir-class Brilliant Plasma Missile (8)
        • Striilir'ika-M-class Brilliant Micro-missile (Baradium) (0)
  • Right Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Verd b' Marev' Gauntlet and Vambrace
    
    • Weapon Mounts:
      
      • Left:
        
        • CP-03V CryoBan Projector
      • Top:
        
        • PC-05V Plasma Caster
          • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
      • Right:
        
        • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
  • Left Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Verd b' Surhaai' Gauntlet and Vambrace
    
    • Weapon Mounts:
      • Left:
        • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
      • Top:
        • METL-02V Micro Energy Torpedo Launcher
      • Right:
        
        • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
          • Tracyn'vhipir-class Brilliant Plasma Missile (4)
          • Striilir'ika-M-class Brilliant Micro-missile (Baradium) (0)
  • Utility Belt Loadout:
    
    • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
    • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
    • Hardcase Large Satchel
    • Softcase Large Storage Pouches (dump pouch)
    • Magnetic Clamp
  • Load-bearing Rig Loadout:
    
    • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
    • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
    • Central Secondary High Capacity Rylith Power Cell
    • Medium and Large Gription Panels
  • Holster and Scabbard Setup:
    
    • 1x chest-rig mounted knife scabbard
    • 2x belt-mounted knife scabbard
    • 1x thigh mounted (dominant hand side) holster
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  • 'Agol'ja'had'-R Medical Implant System
  • 'Ori'aal'briik' Nervous System Enhancer
  • 'Nejah Oya'karur' Full-spectrum Immunity Booster
  • 'Agol'gam' Muscle and Bone Enhancement
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
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  • 'Shushai Rugam' Sensor Sphere (2)
• 
  
  • K-04 Skirata Ehn-ky'kal Kal (2)
  • Kot'hokaan
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  • DP-02 Class-D Heavy Disruptor Pistol
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-4x Short Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • Ammunition:
      
      • 10-round gas cartridge-power cell combined unit (1 loaded, 2 spare)
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  • FL-01 Verpine Shatter Flechette Launcher
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-12x Medium Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • UPC-06 Underbarrel Plasma Caster
    • Ammunition:
      
      • Anti-Personnel Pellet Canister Drum (1 loaded, 2 spare)
      • Anti-Personnel Flechette Canister Drum (3)
      • Anti-Armor Sabot Drum (3)
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  • BG-02 Baradium Grenade (6)​
  • SJG-02 Signal Jammer Grenade (2)​
  • NGG-02 Nagnol Gas Grenade (2)​
  • AWCGG-02 Anti-Energy Weapon Countermeasure Gas Grenade (2)​

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Refuge — Respite

Shuklaar fired the last four Striilir'ika-M-class Baradium Brilliant Micro-missiles he had, watching the powerful explosions mushroom across the creature right as his autocannon ran dry. Thankfully, backup was here. A pair of IFV-01M Trataab'morut Infantry Fighting Vehicles rolled up behind him, their cargo of ID-01MR 'Gar Verd' Infantry Droids disembarked with haste. Aran's rapid response 'oh osik' button. Shuklaar's HUD immediately identified the MCDC-01 Man-portable Class-D Disruptor Cannon the lead droid was carrying.

"Let me borrow that for a minute, ad'ika," he said to the droid. The droid paused for a fraction of a second, as though processing his request before throwing the weapon to him. If not for his armor and his enhanced strength, catching the heavy weapon as it was tossed to him would have been a nigh impossible prospect. Almost instinctively, he caught the weapon and shouldered it. Shuklaar didn't remember squeezing the trigger, but he doubted he'd ever forget what followed.

Between his own fire and the SD-01R 'Gar Ram'ser' Siege Droid's. the disruptor fire cast an eerie purple glow over the surrounding area. The addest part of it all was there was no deafening explosion, no triumphant thud of the creature's corpse hitting the ground, just a sad plop as the remaining organic matter that hadn't been immediately and perhaps a little horrifyingly and violently removed from the force itself fell to the ground unceremoniously. Now he almost wished he'd hit this thing with orbital fire support, at least that ould have resulted in a more triumphant end.

Shuklaar took a breath as he ejected the very spent power cell from his borrowed weapon with a satisfying clack. He tossed back to its original owner who caught it out of the air before there could be any doubt that he wouldn't. Shuklaar didn't need to be on the same comm net to hear the almost defaming, triumphant cry of 'Oya Manda' that erupted from the company troops. A sure sign as any that the Mandalorians of Breshig were more than happy and more than able to put down any beast that dared rear its ugly head.

 

[Tempo]

TAGS: Jalen Kai'el Vohm-Raet

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"Inside the temple, Tempo. Now," Vohm-Raet commanded, moving his hand to carefully but quickly place him behind a heavy structural pillar near the back of the staging area, ensuring the solid stone was between Tempo and the front doors.

The small waif must surely have been light as a feather by comparison, for the Jedi moved him with relative ease. Only the faintest change of expression crossed his face: a small flash of shock at the suddenness of it all, his attention having been seized by the turmoil outside.

He did not argue when the tall, imposing Jedi set him down. For a moment, he only watched the larger man charge into battle, his small fingers curling around the strap of his pack. He had been moved aside like something fragile and worth preserving, and then that same towering shape had turned to meet the horror beyond the doors.... Tempo felt a small warm fuzzy feeling well up in his chest seeing the massive man rushed towards danger out of protective instinct, and Jalen moved to help manage the refugees.

Tempo's lips parted, but whatever sound might have come was swallowed by the cries of the refugees pouring in.
Tempo was impressed by the swiftness of Vohm-Raet 's action and the care put in to them. Tempo blinked seeming to come back to himself from the awe struck moment.

Then he scurried back into the deeper reaches of the building, searching for a higher vantage point as frightened folk began to pour inside in search of shelter and do his best to at least help keep them calm and organized.

 

[Vohm-Raet]

CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM - UNKNOWN PLANET

Vohm-Raet stepped out onto the dust-choked landing, his hand firmly gripping his lightsaber hilt, prepared to steady himself against the thrashing nightmare. Instead, the air around him filled with the blinding flash of heavy munitions. The roar of Mandalorian heavy repeaters, autocannons, and the screech of micro-missiles tore through the settlement.

Vohm-Raet stood motionless, his massive frame shielding the temple entrance as the sky filled with black smoke and the falling, severed chunks of the Summa-Verminoth tentacles. He watched, his dark eyes wide, as a well-placed shot shattered the beast's giant eye. Then came the eerie purple glare of a heavy disruptor cannon.

There was no grand explosion, just a sudden, terrifying absence where a mountain of teeth and tentacles had been a second before, followed by a dull, wet thud against the dirt. The deafening, triumphant cheers of "Oya Manda" echoed from the armored Breshig soldiers commanded by Shuklaar Kyrdol across the clearing.

Slowly, Vohm-Raet let his hand fall away from his weapon. The heavy tension in his shoulders relaxed, replaced by a profound sense of bewilderment. The galaxy, it seemed, moved much too fast for an old fisherman turned Jedi Master.

He looked down at a smoking piece of organic matter that had landed a few feet from his large feet. With an exaggeratedly careful movement, he nudged it aside with the edge of his boot, ensuring it didn't block the path of the fleeing civilians.

Turning his head, he looked back toward the temple doors where Jalen was smoothly directing the dazed refugees inside. Chi'no Su was among them, backing away from the carnage with wide, startled eyes.

"It appears our neighbors possess a rather... definitive method of conflict resolution," Vohm-Raet rumbled softly, his deep voice carrying a dry, ironic warmth that helped cut through the remaining panic in the air.

He walked back toward the threshold, his giant steps slow and measured to avoid jostling the frightened people passing him. "I suppose my assistance as a shield was entirely redundant. A humbling reminder that the galaxy rarely waits for a Jedi to find his footing" He paused near Jalen Kai'el his dark eyes scanning the crowd to make sure no one was left out in the open.

"Is the perimeter secure inside, Jalen?" Vohm-Raet asked quietly, watching the last of the stragglers file through the doors though noticed the apparent absence of Tempo from the ground. "Young Tempo seemed quite determined to find a high place to shout from, and I would prefer he does not tumble from the rafters while trying to organize our guests. Let us go see to the living."

 

[Braze]

Tags: Aren D'Shade Novac Lyrikal

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"Aren," she said, offering the introduction again, this time properly directed. "It's nice to meet you."
"Novac. Forget the droids. How many civilians are between that thing and the shelters?"
"Dont try and communicate with it, it hurts." glancing over at aren "I'm not worried about them, just making sure they get as many people as they can to safety."

Braze was just about to respond to Aren when all hell broke loose from beneath the ground.

Chaos rippled through the area. People began to move, startled cries cutting through the air, followed swiftly by volleys of munitions that pelted the massive beast. For one brief moment, Braze could only stare, awestruck by the sudden violence of it all, before instinct seized hold of him.

He moved to help keep people away from the newly formed field of battle, guiding civilians and refugees back from the danger as the ground shook beneath them. He was, oddly enough, thankful for Laphisto 's troops and for Shuklaar Kyrdol 's presence in swiftly dealing with what he could only describe as some ancient horror from who knew when.

Other Jedi were already working to keep the denizens safe. Though there had been an unfortunate, sudden loss of life, one Braze felt ripple through the Force, he could only be grateful it had not been worse.

Once all was said and done, he was not certain what would follow next. There was quite a mess to take care of where their little settlement was meant to be, and he was not even sure the crater was safe to investigate.

Braze sighed softly after offering polite instructions to some of the refugees, directing them toward the temple as one of the closest places of shelter for the moment. Then, with careful steps, he made his way toward the entrance and took up a place outside, standing as one of the potential protectors should anything else go awry so soon.

He could lament not teasing Aren D'Shade infront of Novac Lyrikal supplie diwth tons of munition form Sergeant Omen later.

 

[Aren D'Shade]

The entire incident was over so quickly that Aren almost felt cheated.

One moment, the ground had exploded upward and unleashed what appeared to be an ancient nightmare from somebody's exceptionally poor decision-making several thousand years ago. The next moment, every heavily armed person within several kilometers had collectively decided the problem no longer deserved the dignity of continued existence.

Aren watched the final burst of disruptor fire erase what remained of the creature and found herself staring at the empty space where it had been.

"...well." That was all she had. The word escaped quietly as the cheers of victory rolled across the settlement.

For a moment, she simply stood there, one hand resting on the strap of her discarded tool bag while her mind attempted to catch up with events. Somewhere nearby, refugees were being ushered toward the temple. Jedi were organizing people. Droids were moving civilians. Novac was recovering from whatever had happened when he attempted to communicate with the creature.

And the monster was gone, just gone. The practical part of her appreciated efficiency, though Aren was mildly offended she hadn't even gotten a chance to figure out what the thing was before someone had reduced it to a cautionary tale. Her gaze shifted toward Novac first. "Noted," she said dryly. "I'll add 'do not communicate with ancient horrors' to my growing list of life lessons."

Aren studied him briefly, making certain he was still upright before her attention moved elsewhere. Braze was helping direct refugees. Vohm-Raet was already checking the perimeter. The settlement had begun transitioning from panic to recovery with surprising speed.

Honestly, that was probably the most impressive part. The creature itself interested her far less than the fact that everyone already seemed to know what to do afterward. Aren let out a slow breath and bent to retrieve her tool bag. "Well, if the crisis is over..." Her eyes drifted toward the distant crater. "...and assuming nobody uncovers a second nightmare hiding underneath the first nightmare..."

The sentence trailed off as her attention settled on the damaged portions of the settlement. Broken equipment. Damaged structures. Construction machinery that had undoubtedly been showered with debris. Things she actually understood. Things she could fix. Aren adjusted the strap of her bag over one shoulder before glancing briefly toward Braze. "Nice to meet you, by the way."

The words arrived a little late. Again. At least this time she noticed. Then her attention shifted back toward the worksite and the collection of battered equipment scattered across it. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go find out how many machines just had a very bad day." Unlike ancient monstrosities, damaged machinery was a problem she actually knew how to solve.

Braze Sergeant Omen Novac Lyrikal