Warmistress of Marr
Abridon, Koradin Sector
Pirate Refuge, Outside the town of Sholas
Blasterfire ripped through the air crossing back and forth between the two strongpoints, ripping the air and searing it. Carbon scoring left a dark blotch against the walls behind both groups. On one side, a gathering of men dressed to the nines in the garb of spacers and pirates, their weapons a hodge podge of anything they could get their hands on. On the other side were troopers of the Sith Order, men and women in uniform who had sworn service to the Lords of the Sith and the throne on Jutland. Each and every one of the soldiers there were proud patriots individuals who stood for the ideals of the empire that would one day stand again.
It was a shame that they were out there for no other reason than to soothe the ego of another. Warmistress Elizabeth Marr frowned from behind her battle mask, her back against the wall as she contemplated her next move. A blaster bolt whizzed past the spot where she was standing, scorching the wall ahead of her. Her chest rose and fell. The situation was a bad one. They hadn't been given enough time to get intelligence. Her beloved batallion pinned in a way that would make it difficult to break out without casualties. She chewed her lip as she tightened her fingers around the grip of her carbine. If she was like the rest of her family, then she could have done it. She could have brought herself to send her men out, they knew the risk, they knew their duty was to die for the Empire. But this, this was wrong. This wasn't what they'd signed up for. Not some grand-standing bastard's ego trip and not on the orders to...
She swallowed.
The women and children too? Why? What did that solve?
She took another deep breath, drawing on the force to even out her emotions and give her clarity. It was the best she could do with the self loathing that she was feeling. Her connection to the Dark Side was weaker than ever. She'd heard that positive emotions could be used to fuel one's connection, but even those had been of no use to her, it was as if she'd been stunted since she was a child, broken, a failed daughter. It was all she could do to live for her siblings, to raise them, and make sure that there was someone who could love them until they were old enough to stand on their own two feet. Another blaster bolt smashed the wall close to her head and she ducked down, shielding her body from the debris. Her expression softened, Sophia was all grown up now, they didn't need her anymore. It wouldn't be so bad if the embarassment of House Marr died out here on a no-name world.
Her eyes moved to the soldiers under her command, the warriors who respected and revered her, who were giving it their all to see that these monsters payed for what they'd done and to make sure that the hostages were saved. She'd never told them what that man's real orders were. That their job was to slaughter innocent people. She couldn't do it. They fought so much harder knowing they were doing the right thing. That's why they lived. She chewed her lip again. They wouldn't live much longer if she didn't do something. She took another breath and held up her hand, flicking her wrist to expose the reverse-sight camera installed on the finger of her armor. The HUD in her helmet displayed the fortified enemy, firing a seemingly endless barrage in their direction.
She didn't have the force to count on to make a miracle happen, but she did have her might as a duelist. She wasn't called Warmistress for nothing. Her free hand dropped to her weapon and loosened the catch on her belt. She shifted her jaw left and right and started to work herself up, taking shorter breaths.
"Commander?" One man called.
"Cover me! I'll break them!" She barked and without giving them time to stop her, she turned the corner to charge. Her carbine shifting to full auto as the weapon exploded with green bolts of energy, crashing against any surface it could find. A bolt found the shoulder of her armor and she winced, barreling forward with all her might as pirates died. One of them, a man with a wicked scar on his face, sneered at her as she drew closer. Her carbine overheated and she tossed it aside, drawing her lightsaber and ingiting the orange blade with a snap-hiss. He was holding something in his hand.
"No..." She barely whispered as he held it up, the glint in his eye becoming mad. "Don't... they're innocent!"
The explosion that ripped through the air when he hit the trigger swept her off her feet. On instinct, she wrapped herself in the power of the force, a desperate gamble to protect her body from the worst of it as she was sent hurtling against the wall she'd just come from. More aftershocks followed, her body buffeted by the cataclysmic deluge. She lost conciousness for a while, her mind reeling from the pain as she returned. She let out a ragged sob, choking on the smoke that poured over her. She tore off her war mask, letting her black hair fall to her shoulders as she staggered to her feet. She had all her limbs, but more broken bones than she could count. She wasn't even sure how she was standing.
Her men.
She turned her head, trying to get her bearings, where was the structure that they'd been hiding in? It was... gone. Just gone. She tripped over something and hit the ground, rolling away to see an arm in black and red Marr armor. She choked, her fingers trembling. What was the point of all this death? Why did they have to come out here to do this? Why was a man's psychotic whim worth the lives of good men and women? She whipped her head towards where the pirates had been camped, their own space had seen the majority of the damage. Not a single body moved in the rubble. Behind them, what remained of their safehouse tilted pitifully to the side. It hadn't been completely annihilated.
Were some of the civilians alive?
She struggled to her feet again, her arm hanging limply at her side, blood pouring over her right eye, but she marched like a good soldier. She marched, pulling one broken foot forward while a cracked thigh trembled with each step. Her labored breathing the only sign of her pain. It took almost a half hour to get her body over to the damaged building. She slammed bodily into the blast door, resting her head against it. There, she could hear it, crying, people begging for help. Just on the other side. She rolled so that her back lay against the door and reached for the console. Broken. She reached for her lightsaber but it was gone. Lost when she'd been blown away.
There was no way to get them out.
She choked out a sob and fell to her knees, "Someone, help them," She begged, "Please."
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