Laira Darkhold
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The Fallen flashed a captivating smile at the slightly older redhead as she entered, standing and smoothing her skirt to greet Tegaea. “Oh yes ma’am, it does pertain to Airla.” Geva’s species was capable of controlling Jedi, at least to some small degree, and Geva was a selfish, egotistical brat. She at least had the self-awareness to know that’s what she was. But, stealing someone’s free will wasn’t something on her to do list. Drawing out and removing inhibitions was one thing, enslaving them was entirely another.
“I would like her to be released to my recognizance for the remainder of her stay aboard the ship.” Geva sat back down, crossing her legs once more. She sat comfortably, calmly waiting to see a reaction from Tegaea.
“Of course, I’m more interested in her for what she knows about the Dominion’s cultural aspects and social conditions and that’s why I’m advocating for her now. The information she has on those subjects is absolutely invaluable to me. I’ll make sure she behaves of course, but the guards and locks are a hassle for me to conduct my interviews in the comfort I am accustomed to.” The green-skinned alien grinned roguishly, brushing her long black hair with reddish ends from her shoulder. “I can be most accommodating to those who are accommodating to me, Miss Alcori.”
“In exchange, she and I will provide as much information on this Radiant Cloak as she is able to recall. Then you and I can work out any private deals you'd be interested in.”
~
Gun fire straffed through the edges of Laira’s stone wall as they rapidly deteriorated under the suppressing fire from the Dominion forces. Xalda began crawling up to the barrier while the redhead kept down, huddled in the middle of the barricade waiting for it to either fail and her to raise another, or for Xalda to arrive and use her more prolific skills to eliminate the machinegun nest that was holding the Firemane forces back from securing the clearing for their landing zone.
The dark elf slithered up, like a lithe snake amidst the fire and fury from the Dominion. She reached into the dirt and mud, using her own powers to destroy the nest. Lightning blasted the barrier, shattering it into pieces. Laira found herself blasted away out into the mud and water, rain pelting her from above.
Xalda surged the power through the Force, creating a chasm beneath the machine gun nest swallowing it whole. RESINT Troopers began picking off Dominion soldiers that did manage to escape, now without cover and no longer spraying fire from their weapons. The only survivor that seemed to hold his own, even if only for a moment was a Jedi in robes, doing his best to deflect machinegun fire. Stalgis’s voice came over the comlink, “All units, move up into the woods, push em back and secure the LZ.”
From above the clouds broke as the first handful of gunships carrying what reinforcements from Firemane that would be arriving were sent from the sky. They would pick up wounded and take them to someplace safer.
Laira struggled back to her feet, scrambling to find cover while the Firemane soldiers and rebels surged to cover the distance and take a foothold beneath the mountain of Fort Purity. She pulled herself back up, checked to make sure her weapons were still with her and ran back to Xalda. Adrenaline was flaring and so the redhead hadn’t noticed the burns streaking her left arm up to her shoulder from the lightning strike. “Come on, push it with me hot cakes.” She said with a smirk, moving up with the rest of the soldiers towards the base of the mountain.
Streaks of tracer rounds burst from the mountain in light sputters from the defenders, tracing downwards to the invaders and their rebel allies. Laira and her people were quick, the Death Troopers taking up positions to begin returning fire back up the mountain quickly in precise three round bursts. The enemy had started to hammer back with the Rebel's having fully committed, the Dominion now committed to countering their opponents momentum in their own way. Laira's mind filled with static, like white noise emitted on a hellish scale. She winced, covering her ears to no avail against the psionic attack. She looked to either side, Stalgis, Leo and the others clearly also affected by the disorienting presence.
~
Voices, static. Sounds buzzed in her ear, gunfire seemed to calm down with the arrival of reinforcements from Firemane, leaving Kira laying sprawled in mud, dirt, and bodies. She’d really like to be able to say this was the first time she’d been found in a similar state, but that would be lying.
“I copy,” Kira groaned, wheezing from having been choked. It was uncomfortable having bodies laying on top of her, restricting her breathing somewhat. Her blood had mixed in with the soil and that of the Dominion troopers that were tossed off of her. She started to sit up, her right arm felt like it was only hanging on by a few strands of meat and tendons, but she could still move her fingers. It was just pain.
Then she was being lifted, carried princess-style by the amazonian Sith Pureblood. Kira blushed slightly, gulping a little to quell her reaction. “Thanks,” she paused, smirking as she spoke, “Sith.” Unlike most of Firemane’s tone when they said it, filled with disdain and disapproval, Kira said the word almost like a term of endearment. When you can’t change what people say about you, embrace it was the old adage. It worked for Kira, she was pretty open about being a terrorist.
“I would offer you a shoulder rub, but I think I’m gonna need a new one.” The revolutionary chuckled at her own, relatively dark joke. She found it funny dangit!
~
"What is happening?" Knight Ganther asked the attendant officer outside the command bunker. "The enemy is gaining ground, pushing our forces back. We've yet to counter their momentum." The warrior appeared concerned. He was hardly the second in command, but he'd been assigned as the General's staff officer by the Grand Master after the defection of his Battle Master. Many staff officers had been quietly or not so quietly replaced.
"They are far better equipped than we could have anticipated. Of course the General was prepared for such an inevitability." The attendant said, no concern in her voice. "He's having the garrison deployed and instructed our mentalist to assault the enemy with a psychic scream to disorient them."
"What of our reserves? The refugees?"
The Attendant shrugged her shoulders. "His vanguard are remaining in reserve alongside the civilian refugees. The rest are being committed in stages to prepare for his master stroke. The enemy will meet harder and harder resistance as they advance and then we will snuff them out with our counter-attack. All is proceeding as he has foreseen." The losses were acceptable, victory was so assured to them.
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[member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"]
“I would like her to be released to my recognizance for the remainder of her stay aboard the ship.” Geva sat back down, crossing her legs once more. She sat comfortably, calmly waiting to see a reaction from Tegaea.
“Of course, I’m more interested in her for what she knows about the Dominion’s cultural aspects and social conditions and that’s why I’m advocating for her now. The information she has on those subjects is absolutely invaluable to me. I’ll make sure she behaves of course, but the guards and locks are a hassle for me to conduct my interviews in the comfort I am accustomed to.” The green-skinned alien grinned roguishly, brushing her long black hair with reddish ends from her shoulder. “I can be most accommodating to those who are accommodating to me, Miss Alcori.”
“In exchange, she and I will provide as much information on this Radiant Cloak as she is able to recall. Then you and I can work out any private deals you'd be interested in.”
~
Gun fire straffed through the edges of Laira’s stone wall as they rapidly deteriorated under the suppressing fire from the Dominion forces. Xalda began crawling up to the barrier while the redhead kept down, huddled in the middle of the barricade waiting for it to either fail and her to raise another, or for Xalda to arrive and use her more prolific skills to eliminate the machinegun nest that was holding the Firemane forces back from securing the clearing for their landing zone.
The dark elf slithered up, like a lithe snake amidst the fire and fury from the Dominion. She reached into the dirt and mud, using her own powers to destroy the nest. Lightning blasted the barrier, shattering it into pieces. Laira found herself blasted away out into the mud and water, rain pelting her from above.
Xalda surged the power through the Force, creating a chasm beneath the machine gun nest swallowing it whole. RESINT Troopers began picking off Dominion soldiers that did manage to escape, now without cover and no longer spraying fire from their weapons. The only survivor that seemed to hold his own, even if only for a moment was a Jedi in robes, doing his best to deflect machinegun fire. Stalgis’s voice came over the comlink, “All units, move up into the woods, push em back and secure the LZ.”
From above the clouds broke as the first handful of gunships carrying what reinforcements from Firemane that would be arriving were sent from the sky. They would pick up wounded and take them to someplace safer.
Laira struggled back to her feet, scrambling to find cover while the Firemane soldiers and rebels surged to cover the distance and take a foothold beneath the mountain of Fort Purity. She pulled herself back up, checked to make sure her weapons were still with her and ran back to Xalda. Adrenaline was flaring and so the redhead hadn’t noticed the burns streaking her left arm up to her shoulder from the lightning strike. “Come on, push it with me hot cakes.” She said with a smirk, moving up with the rest of the soldiers towards the base of the mountain.
Streaks of tracer rounds burst from the mountain in light sputters from the defenders, tracing downwards to the invaders and their rebel allies. Laira and her people were quick, the Death Troopers taking up positions to begin returning fire back up the mountain quickly in precise three round bursts. The enemy had started to hammer back with the Rebel's having fully committed, the Dominion now committed to countering their opponents momentum in their own way. Laira's mind filled with static, like white noise emitted on a hellish scale. She winced, covering her ears to no avail against the psionic attack. She looked to either side, Stalgis, Leo and the others clearly also affected by the disorienting presence.
~
Voices, static. Sounds buzzed in her ear, gunfire seemed to calm down with the arrival of reinforcements from Firemane, leaving Kira laying sprawled in mud, dirt, and bodies. She’d really like to be able to say this was the first time she’d been found in a similar state, but that would be lying.
“I copy,” Kira groaned, wheezing from having been choked. It was uncomfortable having bodies laying on top of her, restricting her breathing somewhat. Her blood had mixed in with the soil and that of the Dominion troopers that were tossed off of her. She started to sit up, her right arm felt like it was only hanging on by a few strands of meat and tendons, but she could still move her fingers. It was just pain.
Then she was being lifted, carried princess-style by the amazonian Sith Pureblood. Kira blushed slightly, gulping a little to quell her reaction. “Thanks,” she paused, smirking as she spoke, “Sith.” Unlike most of Firemane’s tone when they said it, filled with disdain and disapproval, Kira said the word almost like a term of endearment. When you can’t change what people say about you, embrace it was the old adage. It worked for Kira, she was pretty open about being a terrorist.
“I would offer you a shoulder rub, but I think I’m gonna need a new one.” The revolutionary chuckled at her own, relatively dark joke. She found it funny dangit!
~
"What is happening?" Knight Ganther asked the attendant officer outside the command bunker. "The enemy is gaining ground, pushing our forces back. We've yet to counter their momentum." The warrior appeared concerned. He was hardly the second in command, but he'd been assigned as the General's staff officer by the Grand Master after the defection of his Battle Master. Many staff officers had been quietly or not so quietly replaced.
"They are far better equipped than we could have anticipated. Of course the General was prepared for such an inevitability." The attendant said, no concern in her voice. "He's having the garrison deployed and instructed our mentalist to assault the enemy with a psychic scream to disorient them."
"What of our reserves? The refugees?"
The Attendant shrugged her shoulders. "His vanguard are remaining in reserve alongside the civilian refugees. The rest are being committed in stages to prepare for his master stroke. The enemy will meet harder and harder resistance as they advance and then we will snuff them out with our counter-attack. All is proceeding as he has foreseen." The losses were acceptable, victory was so assured to them.
[member="Tegaea Alcori"]
[member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"]