Jarven knew he'd done a good job thus far, but he also knew that they all needed more time. He unlinked from the electronics suite, hopped in his car, and signaled the pilot to drop him off. The pilot knew better than to question his orders. He switched the driving mode from wheels to hover mode. The hangar door came open and he drove off the ramp backwards. The car jostled as he fell a short ways and dipped towards the ground before stabilizing. He flew fast through the streets of Drogheda. He keyed for the convertible top to come down so that the roof would shrink back and down into the car.
He activated auto pilot and carefully stood up. Before he stood to his full height, he grabbed a couple of spare seat belt buckles and tied them around his waist. He turned into the back seat and hoisted up his HOB heavy repeating blaster. He stood up, the hefty repeater in his hands, and his body secured to the car. He quickly got the tripod ends emplaced into the ground below him. Now, he wouldn't have to worry about calibrating the weight in with his aim. He took back control from the auto pilot...with his mind. Before he had arrived, Jarven had taken the liberty to have a Neuromachine Interface implanted.
He drove into the thick of combat, mowing down droids with the heavy armor bumper plating and spraying any who were raising a weapon. He was speeding down a straight-away when he saw members of Vrotoa clan. He was able to make out...A girl with a ridiculously large sniper rifle, a cloaked woman, and a wookie attached to a heavy repeating blaster of his own. His car slid to a stop to their right. He yelled to Foebacca, "Hey, Foe! Don't hit Lola! You tend to make things go boom!" He looked up at Zenva and Ren. "Ladies" he said as he winked and saluted two fingers. He turned and faced forwards, re-positioned his HOB and his footing, and yelled "Hyaa!" as though he was spurring on a horse. The speeder jolted forward in a hasty acceleration and his body jostled inside the restraints.
Soon after he took off, the street ahead of them was filling with bad...well, technically, good guys. He activated a repulsor shift and drove onto the wall. Although his fire wasn't accurate from his position, speed, and the nature of his gun, he scattered their organized formation and managed to land lethal and non-lethal hits around the area. He power slid off the wall, repulsor shifted back onto the street, and ran over 2 droids and a human before he left Vrotoa clan's view.
Jarven found his way over to his wife's position. He could see the transport ship that was to take his wife and men away from this place. He could also see droids with heavy pistols harassing them. With the element of surprise and flank positioning, he quickly gunned them down. That should give them enough breathing room to get the frell out of here. He drove over to the ramp and saw his wonderful wife standing there.
"Hey, babe. Good to see you in one piece. I need you to get out of here, though. The heat's comin' and this planet isn't safe. I've got to go make sure everyone else pulls out okay, but we'll talk about it later, okay?" He waited for a few moments for a response. If she responded curtly, he'd smile and drive off. If she tried to start a conversation, he'd cut her off and say that he really needed to go.
The car was once again in auto pilot when he crouched down, undid the straps, and sat back in his seat to take the wheel. The HOB was back in the back seat. He slid and glided through the streets, making his way back to the Vrotoa skirmish site. He was coming from behind them on their right hand side once more. He saw an enemy lift something onto their shoulder and aim. Is that...A mother karking RPG!?! There was no time to think, just act. He saw the flash of light from the barrel. The RPG was coming towards the center line of Vrotoa soldiers...it's current destination appeared to put Zenva in the lethal zone.
Once he passed Ren, Zenva, and Foebacca again, he jerked his car to the left and slid into the pathway of the RPG. The explosion tore open his left door and sent shrapnel at his phrik armor. The car was now tipped sideways as it crashed through a nearby bridal store. After the tremendous crash, Jarven was slightly aware that he was still sitting in his car...but it was settled at a 90 degree angle (vertical). His left arm slumped over the left car door and hung down, blood dripping off of his arm and soaking the white wedding gown beneath him. He couldn't focus. Everything was hazy and he was only half conscious.
[member="Zenva Vrotoa"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Foebacca"]
