Invasion Double Tap | TSC Invasion of COV-held Abregado-rae

[Sahan Dragr]

GOLDEN DRAGON PAGECLAIM​

Spoiler: Equipment

Ure'drahr — "The Golden Dragon"
Tusurki'aa Ta'hye Beskad
O'dteyase Saranuhlr
M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol
M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle
Rulariyi Mandalorian Sunglasses

"Vode, rally to the coordinates transmitted by Rallymaster Fett. Here shall we break the darkness, and make of Abregado-Rae their tomb. Oya Manda!"

Sahan was already on his way.

The Golden Dragon tore through the blizzard toward the coordinates pushed across the Covenant battlenet, answering the call to converge with considerably more speed than caution. The closer he drew to the heartsite, the more Manda'hlirata lit up with overlapping Force signatures. DRAHR sorted the chaos against the battlenet and Ure'drahr's other sensors until friendly markers resolved through the storm. Romul. Tytos. Others converging upon the same point. One return demanded Sahan's attention. Hostile Force energy bore down upon the A'srucayr, its source visible through the whiteout as a woman concentrating upon him. Tytos needed room, and Sahan intended to give him some.

Thrusters drove the Golden Dragon onto an intercept vector aimed directly away from Tytos. Mach three came easily. Cold plasma crawled across Sahan's leading boot as the Plasma Ram engaged, its pale discharge stark against the white around him, while Rising Dragon committed Ure'drahr to the collision. The blizzard bowed before the pressure front and tore apart as an armored projectile ripped through it, snow exploding outward around Sahan's passage. He drove the kick toward the woman with every fraction of his momentum carrying away from Tytos. It wasn't a kick meant to stagger. A clean connection carried enough violence to wreck cybernetics, crumple conventional armor, pulverize an organic body, or simply send whatever survived it hurtling across the battlefield. Cold plasma promised its own punishment with any contact, while the Golden Dragon's Mach-three passage dragged a violent pressure front and turbulent wake behind him, displaced atmosphere and pulverized snow rolling through as a secondary concussive blast.

The instant the intercept carried him through, Ure'drahr's flight systems went to work bleeding and redirecting momentum rather than allowing Sahan to disappear into the whiteout. Repulsors, microthrusters, and airbrakes hauled the Golden Dragon around with brutal precision, Arris already the center of his next course correction. He had come to put distance between her and Tytos, not between her and himself. As he stayed on top of her, one hand tore a canister of Null Dust from his utility belt, popped the seal, and snapped it open directly in her face. The ND-013 came alive with it, narrowing White Noise directly onto Windrun rather than blanketing the battlefield and catching Tytos in its interference. Sahan kept close, hands rising into a ready guard as his weight settled for whatever came next. No blaster, beskad, or hand cannon entered them. He didn't need one. He was the weapon.

TAGS: OPEN
Tytos Saxon Arris Windrun Madrona A’Mia​

 

[Lily Rhodes]

Tags: Arris Windrun Romul Saxon Madrona A’Mia Revna Marr Quinn Varanin Darth Strosius Vestra Tane Tytos Saxon
Cruelty Mercy Srina Talon

Lily had never heard a droid react with such emotion, the mechanical cry was mournful in a way she did not expect, but she didn’t have time to contemplate it as chaff and flares exploded in her face, she brought her arm up to protect her eyes, amber blade flicking to flick some aside while others simply shattered against it, showering her with embers that burned through the fabric of her clothes, the sharp pinpricks that vanished with the icy winds still buffeting her.

Then her stomach lurched as the droid pitched and she threw herself flat against its back, fingers scrambling for purchase as it rolled, her saber scoring helps lines across it as she tried to find something to drive it into, a control panel, a weak spot.

Anything.

It rolled again, harder this time and the world became a blur as she lost her grip. Icy clouds, snow drifts and red stained ground passed her in a blur as she was thrown for it, tumbling rapidly towards the pyres. She reached for the force, righting herself slowly the fall as her gaze found Arris.

For a moment, she saw it all beneath icy winds as TIE fighters screamed past her, their guns slamming into the onslaught of wardroids with renewed vigour peppering the rear of the enemies lines with fire. The front lines swelled with ghosts driving into the mandalorian forces fighting alongside shock troopers, the legions of the core rising to meet the tide, pushing them back away from the heart site, away from the pyres.

Somewhere, beneath all the rage there was sadness and disappointment, like a part of her had wanted them to win, wanted them to stop this, but that part of her was so small, so buried under the weight of everyone else that she barely noticed it.

She folded space, aiming for the cyborg’s side, the ground sloshed beneath her feet as she landed splashing icy water up her legs that made her draw in a sharp breath, a complaint on the tip of her tongue when it slammed into her.

Lily realised she had never truly felt hate. Grief and rage that gave the illusion of it, yes, but true hatred? She had never had it in her, because beneath all the layers there was still a small Coruscanti girl who just wanted the galaxy to be her friend.

Her feet lifted again from the ground and Arris’ Hatred struck her, searing into every fibre of her being, rippling through the network as Lily was thrown backwards, slamming into the wing of a fallen TIE and dropping to the ground in a heap.

Pain came first, it started in her chest and abdomen, trailing into the blaster burn in her shoulder, then to the searing pinprick that had lanced her body, then came the headache, the one that told her the stims were wearing off as her strength waned. She pushed herself up enough to roll onto her back, staring up at a twisted sky where storms raged and sand drifted from another world, the deep tick tick tick of cogs turning in a burning sky that did not belong here.

The sound followed her as darkness swallowed her consciousness.

 

[Chomba Womba]

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Objective: BYOO - Chomba's very bad, absolutely no good, terribly ruined day where he needs to leave immediately! NOW IN SPACE!

Chomba eventually had to stop spinning, he was forgetting which way was up and couldn't maintain the food in his stomach much longer if it was kept up. The heavy dizziness that Chomba felt meant that the S.S. Starship continued sway and tumble through space like broken debris. Chomba was completely unaware of this whole ordeal and far more focused on the fears that the Sith and the Mandalorians were about to fire upon him at any moment because they saw how dangerously fast he could go in his little ship.

"POOTER! TELL ME POOTER! WE READY?!" Chomba turned and looked at the navicomputer, there was a minute left. Chomba screamed, both in terror but in joy. They were both nearly out of here and Chomba was going to be a galactic renowned smuggler when Chomba had a bounty from the Sith and the Mandalorians on him for his antics today. Chomba knew exactly what he needed to do next. It had been told to him by the previous owner of the ship what he needed to do in dire situations.

It was something called prayer. Some deities would save you but Chomba did not understand what prayer meant. So, Chomba had to ask around and he was told that if things looked bad, to flick one button and it would solve everything. Basically a super buff that even spinning could not counter. With trembling hands, Chomba reached for the button, he was nervous. Chomba had been told to only ever use it in dire situations because it was too legendary. The laughter from the smuggler after he told Chomba the strategy only solidified it as the bestest plan ever. Chomba brought S.S. Starship because the previous owner laughed when Chomba handed all the credits over when he saw the ship.

"WITH A MINUTE LEFT, CHOMBA DOES ULTIMATE SHIP MOVE!" Chomba announced to no one but himself and the silent ship he was in. Flicking the switch, a beat of music started to vibrate the ship dangerously. The thumping only caused the rattling to intensify especially when the drop came. "CHOMBA NEEDS TO DO THIS FOR A MINUTE! MOVE TOO POWERFUL, POOTER!" Chomba announced over the very loud music as it blasted within the cockpit of the S.S. Starship.

Chomba was shaking with the music causing the whole ship to vibrate with the music only getting more intense. But Chomba felt that this was only a good thing, it meant that the power was barely being contained by the ship. It was proof that the smuggler had been right! Only use the power in the most dire of situations! Chomba was going to survive because of this incredibly loud music and he continued to fly, soaring through the space and weaving the best that Chomba could do with the rickety old ship.

Soon enough, the minute was up and the navicomputer attempted to bleep alerts to Chomba that it had finished the calculations but the music was so loud, so intense that Chomba couldn't hear anything else. Fortunately, Chomba did happen to glance over to the navicomputer about ten minutes after it had finished doing the calculations and about 3 minutes after several panels were rattled off the ship because of the intense music. "CHOMBA IS SAVED! MUSIC PRAYER IS ULTIMATE MOVE! MUSIC PRAYER SAVED CHOMBA!" Chomba flicked the switch off and realised that he was struggling to hear things.

"OH NO! CHOMBA HAS GONE DEAF! POWER WAS TOO MUCH FOR POOR CHOMBA EARS! CHOMBA IS DOOMED!" Chomba wailed, his hands covering his eyes as he sobbed heavily, then a few seconds later, "oh... Chomba can hear again! Chomba is SAVED!" A very relieved Chomba exclaimed, before remembering exactly what he was doing before the great deafening had occurred.

Pressing the confirm button, Chomba set course for the new location, far from here. Chomba was heading right to High Republic space. Thyferra was definitely going to be a super safe place to be!

Grabbing the handle for the hyperspace, Chomba launched forward. "CHOMBA SAYS LATERS SMELLY SITHIES AND MANGOES!" Chomba roared in glee as he launched into hyperspace and fled the war.