Hypori Hit and Run [Imperial Remnant T2 Dominion of Hypori and Excarga]

[Graf's Archive Account]

XII

Several black helmets appeared over the head of the hill, the squad of DTs were waiting until the stern of the starship that was steadily hovering over them appeared to take action. "OPEN FIRE!" DT-5981 barked, most of them throwing C-25 Fragmentation grenades at the starship and raising their blasters to fire. The heavy weapons specialist of the squad shouldered a rocket that he had been carrying on his back for the past several hours and fired off a round, which homed in until it hopefully hit the starship.

After a few solid seconds they dipped themselves behind the hill and began to reload, waiting to see if they angered the beast.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Agenor Dyre"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond C'artyom heard the Deathtrooper's orders and soon saw the secondary objective marked on his HUD. "You heard him squad let's move," Desmond said quietly. They watched as the ship flew overhead, it's bulk marked by a green holographic imprint. "Formation Besh. Secure the landing zone," The Agents stealthed out of existence and began to climb the crest of the hill. They entered the crater and began making their way through the small clearing they believed the ship would land in. Preparing to deal the killing blow and to finish the beast

[member="Ardgal Raxis"]
[member="Agenor Dyre"]
[member="DT-5981"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

*

 

[Zef Halo]

Post 4

A sudden barrage of arsenal was unloaded upon the Argo as soon as it landed and alarms started blaring.

"Hull breach!!" Ilani yelled as her screens flashed red and orange.

"On it!" Duri, their engineer left his station in a hurry towards the breach.

"Kahn!!" Agenor's yell came in.

"Found them, Capn'" The gunner replied sharply and soon upon the hostiles would rain a hail from six 20mm gattling guns that could tear through steel like knife through butter.

On top of that, the retribution feedback shield that the Argo sported would release an energy back at the attacker that had caused highest damage upon the Argo.

"Focus power on the shields!!! We need to get this men off here."

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Post 4
Objective: Defend the Vode

Ardgal watched as the mass of vehicles fishtailed as far away from the danger zone as they could. Ten of the Godkillers fanned out around the Behemoth, his personal vanguard who were here to help their commander and lord make his stand. They worshiped him, if anyone ever believed he was a god, they had. He could see the enemy coming closer, through the haze of death, he turned to Virgil, "Fire when ready."

The Behemoth began railing off rounds, its Electromagnetic plasma cannons sending down a barrage of pure doom and destruction. Droid bits went flying through the air with massive chunks of earth splattering around. He watched as the suicide charge grew thinner, and closer.

"Open fire, bring down those metal Bastards!" Virgil shouted, raising her rifle.

Ardgal raised his weapon with them, joining in the cacophony of destruction.

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

XIII

He went flying before DT-5981's eyes; their squad's heavy weapons specialist was launched back a solid meter, miraculously hit by the shields of the ship they attacked and caused a fair amount of damage to. While his other squad members continued firing at the starship, DT-5981 shook his squadmate, trying to revive him. He took off the man's helmet, revealing an augmented clone with his eyes wide open; he was immediately killed by the energy. Anger emanated from the squad leader as he dropped his squad mate, grabbing the IFF tag from the body.

DT-5981 shouldered the rocket launcher and aimed right at the cockpit of the ship when it inevitably spun around, firing the homing missile again which bounded straight for its target.

[member="Agenor Dyre"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

"Take out those guns," Des said quietly into his comms. They moved to the ships under belly still cloaked and began to place explosives all over its hull. Desmond withdrew a brick of explosives from his hull and placed it onto the ship. He fiddled with the wires and primed the bomb. He and squad had armed all of their explosives and backed away from the ship while it continued to open fire on the Death Troopers. Desmond and squad took cover on the opposite side of the Death troopers and Desmond withdrew a detonator from his jacket.

[member="Ardgal Raxis"]
[member="Agenor Dyre"]
[member="DT-5981"]

 

[Zef Halo]

Post 5

The Imps proceeded on firing upon the Argo and the ship returned fire from its shield and its gattling guns. The spray of slugs excellent in stopping missiles right in their tracks. Perfect flak cannons. Nonetheless, the proximity of the soldiers to the Argo allowed some to pass through and tear at the shield.

"Retribution shields dropping substantially. I am activating secondary thermal ones." Ilari replied and the lights blinked as the power was shifted more into the shields.

While the stealthy Imperial troopers were trying to get close to the Argo, they were forgetting that they were not only rushing towards the rain of 20mm slugs the gattling guns fired insanely but also they were unaware of the Angel Eyes sensor suite that the Argo possesed. A stealth detection sensor suite that had a range of 500 meters. Not much at all in space but definitely worth it down here.

The gattling guns were merciless.

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Post 5
Objective: Shooty shoot.

Ardgal was not just the leader of these men because he was appointed, he was also their leader by skill, cunning, and pure ability to make tactical calls. He knew when, how and were to make the right calls. They were over run, it was time to bag out.

"Go," he shouted waving back at the Behemoth, "Full retreat, now."

Virgil's rifle knocked back a storm trooper, just long enough for her to level it with a trio of shots, "All troops, evac, evac, eva--" she was cut short by a shot to the stomach that sent the hard core mando back a few steps.

"Virgil!" Ardgal shouted, laying down heavy fire at the squad before her. "Get on the Behemoth, now!"

"No!" she shouted back in a rare moment of defiance. She raised her rifle, bringing down a hail storm that only an angry, wronged woman could, "Not with out you, sir."

"Christ," Ardgal muttered. It would take a miracle to get them out of this one. Inside he felt a twitch in his brain:

Code red accessed: Activate level: deathrage mode: y/n? Y.... Initializing.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond C'artyom and his squad had finished planting two of the bombs when the gattling cannons turned focus and began to fire on them instead. The cannon ripped through flesh like wet paper. Stealthed men died in a hazy red mist, their stealth cloaks fizzled then quit as they were hit. "We're made! Go loud!" Desmond shouted. Two of his men had been ripped to shreds by the cannons leaving only two left. The three of them ran for cover and Desmond activated the bombs as they made their retreat. Their footsteps were drowned out by the sound of explosions as they dived behind the crest of the crater.

[member="Agenor Dyre"]
[member="DT-5981"]
[member="Ardgal Raxis"]

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

XIV

While blaster rifles weren't usually the best weapons against fully fledges starships; the way the death troopers used them made sure that they could destroy anything. They were targeting the hatches and the guns themselves instead of the hull of the ship, except for their squad leader; who was using the rocket launcher he had acquired from his recently deceased brother to wreck havok on this ship and its shields.

The retribution shields had taken two of his squadmates already, and he was going to make sure that the ship was destroyed before they could move on with their mission of securing the droid armies.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Agenor Dyre"]

 

[Zef Halo]

Post 6

The explosions came right on time and Agenor felt the fire under his back parts. It was time to go.

The last Mandalorian had boarded succesfully and the airlocks had shut tight.

"Ray shields down! Secondary remain but only on 50% and dropping down intensely." Ilani reported.

"Intern, get us out of here ASAP. What of the breach status ?"

"Done! It will hold to the closest hyperspace destination." Duri came in and sat on his station sweating like a pig.

"Got it. Move, move, move."

The Argo's engines roared as it continued unloading its arsenal upon the Imperials. The gunship took off and as a final goodbye from its short firefight, Kahn would fire a proton torpedo down at the Imperial positions.

"What the- DID YOU JUST FIRE A TORPEDO?" Agenor's voice boomed.

"Got tired of them, Sir." Kahn shrugged.

"DO YOU GOD DAMN KNOW HOW MUCH THESE COST ? USE IT ON STORMTROOPERS GREAT."

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Post 6
Objective: Kill some guys in white armor

The world around Ardgal already moved fairly slow with his heightened sense, but even still it slowed even more, to one tenths speed. Subject 13 felt the familiar, even-colder-than-normal feeling take him over as his computer processors took full reign. He raised his rifle, ice through his veins as he squeezed the trigger. A single shot to each head brought the sons and daughters of the Imperial Remnant to their deaths with calculated precision.

But it still wouldn't be enough.

His feet began moving, as he charged forward. His spray of fire taking down the meat cans with every step he took. They were storm troopers after all, and really the miracle happened when one of them ACTUALLY hit Virgil.

Click. The familiar feeling of an empty, smoking blaster rifle filled his veins. Ardgal brought the flaming hot barrel down in a death-dealing blow on one of the nearby troops before he released it. With each hand he drew his Runi Tracy'uur pistols, laying down a thick fire of hell that sent the remaining storm troopers on the flank to their doom.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond watched as the last of the Mandalorians boarded the vessel. It's engines began to roar then it lifted into the air. As it lifted into the air Desmond noticed a dim blue light descend from the craft. "GET DOWN!" Des shouted. One of his remaining squad mates hopped atop him while the second was to slow. The cloned chiss agent was incinerated from the waste up by the explosion. The third had died from the splash damage as plasma spilled onto the top of him. Desmond wrenched the corpse from atop him and notticed his legs were on fire. He patted them quickly putting the fire out and stood up. "FETH!" He cried out. Special agents were not made for this kind of combat. Still he would carry on with his mission...

[member="Ardgal Raxis"]
[member="Agenor Dyre"]
[member="DT-5981"]

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Post 7
Objective: Find new ways to keep on bringing the pain

As he laid it all out there, the general kept moving, drawing the fire of the enemy and disorienting them with his sheer speed. Virgil used the opportunity to do what DnD and Pathfinder call "Attacks of Opportunity" when you are able to just nail someone cause you can. Her shots rattled out with furry as she grit her teeth under the helmet. Then her rifle ran empty.

"Reloading!" the woman shouted ducking behind the Behemoth.

The twin blasters clicked empty. Ardgal holstered them both, his wrist flicking out a pair of thermal detonators on their way back up from his tactical harness. The general side armed the one in his left hand into the thick of it. It bounced off one of the trooper's heads with an almost comical doink. The white helmet looked up with a brief milisecond of confusion--and realization--before the metal sphere at its feet engulfed it and the men all around it in a ball of plasma matter.

"They are clear to exfil," shouted Virgil peeking out and peppering those stupid or brave enough to charge past the charred remains of their comrades, "We need to go now sir!"

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

XV

DT-5981 watched in defeat as the starship that he and his squad fought to destroy, died to destroy, flew away as if it was nothing. That was until a bright light started heading towards them. "Nine hells, they're firing a torpedo. TAKE COVER!" DT-5981 yelled, he and his squadmates running out of range as a proton torpedo impacted on their position, causing hundreds of kilograms worth of dirt, sand, and debris flew all over the place.

The DTs stood up and formed up with the special agent and his men. "We need to finish this mission" He said, strained but still battle-ready.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Agenor Dyre"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond nodded. The resulting skirmish had attracted more of the droids to their position. Desmond took aim at a droid and fired. A quick three round burst impacted with its head and it's droid cranium popped off sending sparks into the air. The droid continued to fire in random directions untill Desmond finished it with a swift riffle butt to the chest. Desmond fired his rifle at the nearest approaching droid and it collapsed in a crumpled heap. The chiss wiped some sweat off his brow as he reloaded his gun. Des scanned the area for the astromech droid and confirmed the torepedo blast hadn't destroyed it.

[member="DT-5981"]
[member="Ardgal Raxis"]

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Post: 8
Objective: Punch out of this prison

"Willco," he shouted, a moment before he felt a shot to his back. A spasm of pain shot through Ardgal as the blow landed right over his spinal implants. A second shot nailed his left arm, and a third and fourth his head and leg. All around, he could feel the concentrated fire as the general realized he was the only target left for them to shoot at. Even with the laws of attrition, they were bound to hit him eventually. The pure force of the hits made him jolt, but the general was vong shaped, battle hardened, and made of tougher stuff than durasteel.

Warning: Adrenaline levels low. Shut down eminent. Deathrage reaching maximum expenditure.

Even if he was able to think as fast as he could with the cyborg parts in control, if Ardgal ran out of Adrenaline it wouldn't do any good, his body would still be moving at normal reaction speeds. And with zero left in the tank? Well on the battlefield that was suicide, plus the fatigue that set in afterwards.

He pushed forward as hard as he could, willing himself forward as the blaster bolts battered him. His armor took dents, scorch marks, he could feel the burns beginning to develop with the concenrated fire but he had to get into the behemoth before--

Adrenaline levels depleted. Shutting down Deathrage.

Feth.

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

XVI

DT-5981 and his squad had gone from six highly trained death troopers to three, the three others had been killed by that damned mandalorian ship with the anti-attacker shields. The man could mourn later, after he was back on Kamino without the sounds of a massive battle surrounding him in all directions. "We've got the droid, we need to get into the foundry." DT-5981 growled to Agent C'artyom and the astromech droid with him.

The entrance to the foundry was even less guarded than when their small trek had begun, many of the droids had been disposed of by scout troopers picking them off from the top of dunes and cliff faces.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Post: 9
Objective: Stay alive

Pure, unadulterated exhaustion hit Ardgal like a wall. The commander stumbled, struggling to move forward, only to fall to his knees.

"Ardgal!" Virgil shouted, her voice roaring with intensity.

Another shot to the back sent Ardgal falling foward, sheer willpower alone gave him the strength to catch himself before falling face first. He was crawling, on hands and knees to keep moving. Ten feet never felt so far before. The behemoth stretched before him, almost like it was miles away. A shot to his right arm dropped Ardgal flat on his faceplate.

"Cover me, I am going to get him!" Virgil roared tossing her rifle aside.

The godkillers laid down as much fire as they could, their rifles pushing the petal to the medal as Virgil sprinted the distance between him and safety. A shot nailed her right on the side, another on the shoulder and one on the head, but she didn't care. Ardgal was heavy, and his armor was heavier, but Virgil was not only an amazing Godkiller, she was also running on that magic juice--adrenaline. She hoisted him up, gripping Ardgal in the fireman's carry onto her shoulders. She grunted and buckled under the tremendous weight but didn't dare stop, her boots slammed the ground as blaster fire scorched her body through her armor.