Karlo Kyrr
Character
Sur'eyir bal Tegaanalir
- 'Prudii' Vuhyr'yalilyr Rammikade squad
- I'dadr 1-1, G-02H Vuhyr'galaar-class Heavy Gunship
Liin Terallo
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Valery Noble
Enemy Tag(s):
Mercy
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Maijan Paisea
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Equipment
Gev's right hand fell to his M-06S 'Skirata' Mra'jitr his left still holding the foregrip of his AR-2CQB Verpine Assault Rifle. They had been trained to fight force usres. They had been taught techniques to resist mind control, but this other presence in his mind was just so shabla insistent. Insistent and loud. It drowned out his conscious thought like nothing he'd ever witnessed before. Gev was fighting himself before long, fighting to put the shabla knife down and get back to shooting.
He and the others still had their optical camouflage suites engaged. Blaster fire liikely aimed in their general direction thudded into his armor, skipping off the stesr'gar composite plates. Even this didn't snap him to completely, but it did give him enough clarity to glance momentarily at his armor's medical interface and remember one crucial detail about the stims they were issued; Adrenal and Battle Stimulant increased concentration. Concentration was precisely what they all needed.
It was like someone removed the Bantha that had been using his head as a stool as the stims coursed through his bloodstream. Gev quickly sent the order over the Manda, barking out the very same order over squad freqs a moment later, "Battle Stimulant, Adrenal, shabla now!" Some damage had been done by the time the order was followed. Darnal's PBHR-01 Particle Beam Heavy Repeater was a charred fused mess, Briika's chest plate was pockmarked with more blaster impacts than the number of times Coruscant had changed hands and Ram was nursing a nasty looking shoulder wound that his armor's med system was working furiously to fix. The important thing, however, was that they were alive.
Enhanced reflexes, senses and strength now finally made available to them again as the red mist that had threatened to take over their minds had all but been lifted, Prudii squad jumped into action. Six Mandalorian commandos flickered into view as optical camouflage suites disengaged as shield generators came to life. Ram and Ruusan's sniper rifle discharged twice, while Gev himself put a trio of rapid two-round bursts down range. Targeting from Atin's A-02S Verpine Shatter Autocannon was overlaid on his HUD, Gev didn't catch the predicted blast radius of the HE round he'd loaded before he fired but he was hoping that maybe, just maybe it'd throw that dar'jetii that was built like a mountain (
Mercy
) off her feet, even just slightly. 
"We're losing the trail! Should have tagged her with a surveillance tracker!" spat Goran as they sprinted through the increasingly hostile jungle. "It's like the shabla jungle's fighting back!" Frustrated and inclined to take his rage out on the root that had nearly tripped him, Goran hacked at it with his boot mounted monomolecular edged retractable vibroblade right as he snapped off a low-hanging branch with his in-built crushgaunts.
"Time for it to learn it's not as scary as it thinks, then." spat back Karlo as he hacked at a suspiciously snaking root with his monomolecular edged boot, wristband and knuckle plate blades. Blink clicking his way through his armor's weapon systems, he selected his left vambrace mounted plasma caster and on wide-spray mode flash vaporized some of the hostile vegetation. Karlo remembered his instructor's words about surviving in hostile jungle, but they'd probably never had to deal with plants that were in league with your enemy. In any event, he would never forget what his father told him when he was accompanying him on a job, "You have a plasma caster ad'ika, get creative."
The two Mandalorian commandos didn't just have their enhanced senses honed by years of training and more than a decade of experience to carry them, but what was arguably one of the most sophisticated armor mounted sensor and scanner kits displaying a composite image for them so they didn't have to clumsily switch between them. With their armor linked by the Manda tactical battlenet, that sensor picture was further enhanced by the other's sensor data. It would take more than a few clever tricks to throw them off.
Those that neither commando felt like taking chances on despite what their armor was telling them, they simply jetted or jumped over, their enhanced reflexes, strength, undersuit's musculature, jump servos in their boots and bursts of repulsor thrust from their jump packs. Karlo was tempted to tell her that she was going to have to do better than that, but thought better of giving away their relative proximity. Then again, without any means to hide them from from force based detection, chances are she already knew exactly where they were.
That was when she apparently lost her nerve and came sprinting directly past their field of view, off further into the jungle. Or so it seemed. She had them burning and avoiding half this accursed jungle searching for her and their client. Why the shab would she run? Just in case, and to prove his theory, Karlo ordered Goran to open fire over helmet-to-helmet comms, "Goran, drop her, stun rounds only," Goran quickly swapped magazines with practiced ease and let of a pair of two-round bursts from his AR-2CQB Verpine Assault Rifle, maybe a bit much if his theory was going to prove to be wrong, but he just couldn't shabla care at this point.
That was when a shriek quite like anything pierced the air. It was close too, he didn't have to check his armor's sensors to know that. "What the shab was ?" asked Goran, genuine concern edging through his words.
