Objective IV:
Surmount control of Borosk from Imperial Remnant.
Establish Forward Operating Base within Capital Fortress.
Location:
Planetary Orbit, Borosk
Allies:
Jar’orar Tsad
Mandalorian Knights
Mandalorian Crusaders | Enemies:
Borosk Planetary Defenses
Imperial Remnant Forces
First Order |
Post #5
Casually observing as the dark jedi flashed her skill in front of him, though by no means for entertainment, Kai found himself bemused with the spectacle. Less with the manslaughter of practically useless defenders, and moreso from the fact that her trail was blazing at a speed which was inherently dumbfounded by most in either order he’d witnessed in the past. But then again, there were other cults and individual operatives out there that had their own modus operandi, and often didn’t ‘jive’ with what the norm was. Given the current dilemma on Borosk, he couldn’t blame Keira for wanting to get everything over with quickly.
Making quick work of entering the facility after the entrance was detained, the younger man kept an eye over his partner’s shoulder as she went to work disabling the primary generator. Only disabling was a rather lackluster word for what damage had been caused — more likely being fit to chaotic assured destruction, just a few gears short of denying a pressure buildup which would consume the planet. What engineer’s fascination was with geothermal power these days he’d never know. Efficient and clean, no doubt, but one wrong spark sent everything into an unstable maelstrom of death and disintegration. A state he wouldn’t be sticking around to find out about, if it were the case.
Deciding to seal the area with a makeshift pile of torn metal from the earlier room, he telekinetically lifted it into place over the console. If anyone sorted through it, it wouldn’t be soon. Enough to give them time to move. Either way, the following generator wasn’t nearly as worrisome. Peering around the adjacent corridor underground, he spotted the oncoming heat signatures of bodies moving quickly in their direction. A patrol, possibly more than one responding to the alarms. Armed no doubt.
Descending the ramp towards them, he looked around — [member="Keira Ticon"] was right. They didn’t seem to have much skill or discipline in the way of handling these type of situations, let alone knowing how to handle firearms. The damned things were still holstered. It was only within a few seconds of approaching that they drew them, only having their first shots lazily missing. Under typical circumstances the Jensaarai might have dismissed it as dim-witted luck on his half, but these shots were pathetic, making him wonder if the Remnant was storing the majority of their seasoned forces at the primary bunker for the planet. Probably. They were renowned for how well they held against the Vong, and even more cumbersome forces.
Split apart by the fire, a lightweight barrier was torn into pieces from a misplaced grenade, prompting him to take cover behind one of the walls. “
At least this won’t be dull,” he acknowledged rhetorically towards his co-operative in the task. Leaning back around, the blade warden found himself answered with yet another hail of blaster fire, taking only a brief moment to lackadaisically focus upon the debris that had been left behind by the barrier. Several seconds into it, and a pocketed vacuum collected it into a violent velocity, catapulting it forwards in a spray of lethal shrapnel, tearing away into the unfortunate victims. What few survived were on the floor, writhing in agony.
Unsure if he should deal a death blow for mercy or simply bypass in favor of time, the less-seasoned of the two agents quickly worked his path behind the bodies upon the floor, promptly leaning down into one of the officers, extracting a keycard and inserting it into the console. Resonance of a power generator whirling to a stop echoed throughout the chamber, as the display confirmed that the planetary power grid was indeed offline.
Flaring to life, his holocom vibrated with luminescent energy in respect to the IFF frequency assigned to their force, as if to respond to the actions that had taken place in the expanse of what seemed like an hour, but was more likely fifteen minutes between the two force users. The transmission was faint and blurred, clearly irradiated by the surrounding environment, though it wasn’t discernible of which end was having the issues. “
We—perimeter. Heavy opposition—capital,” the voice emitted in a tone too garbled to entirely depict what the message was in whole, the image having disappeared entirely.
“
And to think we’re missing out on the party,” he commented in a moderately amused voice. “
Should probably get back. I think our work is done here.”
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[member="Keira Ticon"]
[member=Goran]
[member="Darian Beviin"]
[member="Josiah Denko"]
[member="Driel Beroya"]
[member="Jansal Corego"]
