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Recovery and Reward
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However, he remained indifferent to them as he received a continuous stream of encrypted reports indicating that the Mandalorian Forces were executing their deployment as planned in key areas throughout the palace, ranging from the courtyard to the inner sanctum, where the queen was presumably located.
Her capture was a secondary concern, provided that the plasma refinery was to fortified, as a complete surrender of the government would greatly benefit the Great Crusade. She could serve as a valuable bargaining chip to ending hostilities before any casualites were incurred, given that even a single loss among the Mandalorians was deemed unacceptable, with each individual considered equivalent to ten soldiers in combat.
He clutched the reins of the Basilisk War Droid, which emitted hissing and roaring sounds in a mechanical manner as its pistons operated rhythmically to power its muscles.
Vreegan remarked from beneath his golden and white helmet, "I would commend your bravery in confronting the Mandalorians, were it not for the fact that you represent an obstacle that must be addressed. I urge you to pray to your deities, for my own will bestow upon me the strength necessary to become a God-Slayer." an armored hand reached down to grasp a Beskad within its sheathe, withdrawing it in a firm grasp and pointing it directly at
Though he would not be fighting alone, for his companion was just as deadly. And he would prove it as Laser cannons and Pulse-wave cannons launched their assault to end this engagement before it could even begin.
ITHOR | OBJ 1. JUNGLE FEVER | FOUNDATION
Equipment: Psimitar | Bryar Pistol | Kimoyo Beads | Guardian Mantle | Lightsaber
(These are listed in the bio but wanted to list them here)
The air was thick with the scent of damp vegetation and smoke. The sky above roiled with the distant flashes of battle--starships clashing beyond the darkening cloud cover, their faint echoes rumbling through the trees like an approaching storm. Screams and blaster fire punctuated the air from beyond the settlement's edge, where the Mandalorians were making their advance.
Her comm crackled. "Mother Askani, we've secured the main evacuation route, but we're already seeing Mandalorian patrols pushing into the outskirts. We don't have much time."
Askani glanced toward the settlement. Ithorians--families, elders, and the like clutching woven satchels of whatever they could carry--moved in desperate clusters toward the waiting shuttles. Foundation medics rushed among them, bandaging wounds, carrying those who couldn't walk. Some Ithorians looked at her with silent gratitude; others with war-weary distrust.
She understood. The galaxy was a scary place. The Foundation could not leave them behind.
"Understood. Keep those routes open as long as you can. I'm going to the infirmary—there might still be too many lost in the chaos of it all and can't find their way." -- Least she assumed it to be an infirmary; it was some kind of facility that appeared to be inline with the sciences.
She turned, sprinting toward the makeshift medical/research shelter, ducking beneath felled columns, and singed hanging vines of the towering Ithorian trees. Inside, the air was thick with antiseptic and desperation. A young Ithorian healer looked up at her, wide-eyed. His tone was mournful, and he had a wave of exhaustion and desperation over him.
"You're the offworlders?" he asked in his melodic tones, "Your people come in warships, but you bring no war."
Askani nodded. "We came to get your people to safety. We don't have long. The Mandalorians will push further into the city soon, and the Dark Empire has no interest in protecting you. When they withdraw, the fighting will swallow everything, or they'll torch it before they let anyone else have it. We have to move. Now."
It seemed this facility was acting as both a medical and research center, likely put together during an emergency.
Her comm unit crackled. "Mother Askani, enemy skirmishers have breached the outer district. We have maybe ten minutes before they're at your doorstep."
"Then we don't have ten minutes," she muttered, then turned to the healer. "We move now. Prioritize the injured and your most vital research. Anything you can't carry, leave it."
The Ithorian hesitated for only a moment before nodding solemnly. He turned to his people, speaking in their native warbling tones.
Askani activated her comm. "We need the shuttles at the west entrance, now. Full perimeter cover."
"Understood, on our way."
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"What have I sacrificed? Everything... for smut"
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