Location: Back on steady ground
Objective: One - Send the city to the depths of the ocean
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] -:- [member="Reverance"] -:- [member="Darth Vitium"] -:- [member="Nulgath Zardai"] -:- [member="Darth Inferno"] -:- [member="Nick Gamastar"]
Enemies: [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] -:- Other Pubs at Objective One
The beautiful sunlight Matsu encountered was lost on Logan, his helmet adjusting automatically to the spike in brightness. He tapped his foot impatiently as the rest of the people on board filled off, finally giving him space. Being at the back of the drop ship had both it's advantages and disadvantages, both revolving around the potential terrors that awaited them all outside the metal hull. His gaze flicked to his left, to his right and then quickly to his left again as he ran out of the hull, unclipping the red light saber from his belt with his right hand, his left hand fumbling at the strap holding his blaster pistol in place. As he trained under Reverance, he had done his best not to loose himself too much. He had begun to develop his own fighting style outside of the one his master taught him like many force users did. He always did his best to keep one hand free so that it could drop to his hip, pulling out the blaster at a seconds notice. While he didn't quite have the technical skills to move fluidly between the two stances without faltering.
His eyes snapped forward as several bolts went flying not a foot over his head. He flicked the power switch on his saber forward and reveled in the humming noise it made. It was the sound of pure pain and anger. With it he would strike down his foes and fight his way to victory. He lifted the blade to deflect a blot that came boring straight at his chest and it clipped the edge of the saber, the deflected bolt burrowing in the ground about a foot and a half in front of him. Hardly a feat to be proud of. Well, he thought to himself, Eventually I'll be able to single-handily bring victory to our cause. He shook the train of through from his head and kept running forward, barely deflecting a few bolts as the whizzed toward him. His particular skills lied outside of the force, mostly in brawling and priding himself as one of the best shots out there. However, the smooth voice of Lady Xiangu soon reverberated about his head, taunting the Republic Jedi in a cool yet nasty manner. That much was not lost on him.
As their groups course was quickly set, he huffed along in silence, his darting about as they watched for any signs of movement. While the Pubs were probably still trying to muster up a group to lead a counter attack with, you could never be too careful. The suns reflection off of a watch or the shiny barrel of an enemies gun could be the only warning before hell broke loose. In those several seconds of either certainty or uncertainty, countless numbers of lives could be saved or lost. But that all came with war, and everyone here was aware of the consequences should something happen.