It's About Time

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Enroute
Allies: ST and [member="Tmoxin Temi"]
Enemies: Weeping Skulls
Objective: Bash some weeping skulls in

The Trandoshan was, honestly, hoping that he'd be able to kill both pirates and Sith Triumvirate operatives that were working behind enemy lines. Not that he had anything personal against the said operatives, but he was greedy for the Jagganath Points from his goddess. Sadly, the Centurion assigned to keep an eye over him was here and just subtracted the possible Points he could originally have. In annoyance he looked at the Hapan Centurion and gave a growl at her. Hopefully that would get her off his skin!

A soldier would approach the Hapan and Dagorn and said in a nervous tone of voice because of Dagorn's presence, "We're almost about to exit hyperspace. You two have been assigned to designated area Carach which is to destroy the enemy's communication array." The reptilian would look at the soldier with a diabolical and hungry face that demanded for blood. Blood for the Scorekeeper. The soldier would give a nod to both humanoids before walking at a very fast pace to get away from Dagorn. "Wussssssssssss," he said as he slithered his tongue to emphasize his sentence. He stood up and sheathed his sword, and began to check on his SMG and his big gun. His rifle would, sadly, be no use of today as the naval space station would make the playing field limited to close quarters combat which was something that Dagorn would very much like as he enjoyed to slay his foes in a close distance manner.

"Do try to no be in my way, misssssssy," he directed his comment to his Hapan supervisor in a warning tone of voice.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Location: Arrived.
Objective: 2?

The transport he was in landed in one of the many hangars of the Naval Station. There was a pause, the professional aura of the Triumvirate Troopers was about to be tested he knew. Stepping once, the ramp was already opening. He reached out into the Force as they bypassed the force field surrounding the hangar, and he already felt the presence of a large amount of pirates.

Guess they die faster this way.

The Triumvirate Troopers filed out before him, a wall of blaster fire meeting both Stormtrooper and Pirate as the latter seemed to file into that hangar at the same time the Troopers were deploying. Stepping out of the transport, he raised his armoured bicep, just as a blaster bolt struck the armour that covered his arm, though it did burn a hole into his black robe. Frowning, he dropped his arm down to his side to collect his lightsabre before he sprinted the distance between the two groups, spinning and slashing as he went.

 

[Mav Halo]

... (Sorry. Long day! Ignore this.)​

 

[Lassiter]

Objective/Location: 2/Arrive
People: [member="Haytham Kaze"]

Though a repeat of said duel was about as likely as ever, fairly unlikely. As far as Sena was concerned anyway. Still, it would never hurt to be prepared. She patted her hand against her thigh to ensure her saber was still there. Although she had come to rely on it fairly little in combat, there were still times in which she had no choice but to use it. Mentalism, projections of fear and the subtle domination of the sub- and unconscious mind was her gig, her business and weapon of choice.

Her shuttle made a rushed landing. Shook and shivered before her pilot called out his apologies to the rest of his passengers and as result a fiery pair of eyes set in the direction of the cockpit. Lassiter had little in the way of patience for inexperience. There were exceptions to that disdain, of course, but ultimately it was her own personal preference to, kind of you, you know, not be ganged up by people who can’t handle their job to it’s fullest extent. Pilots merely got a free pass because of the simple fact that they knew how to maneuver a ship whereas Sena did not.

They were the few lucky ones.

Her boots clacked against the durasteel ground of the enemy hangar. Several others rushed out to mimic before blaster bolts went flying in all directions. The silent girl didn’t raise her blade, neither did she really ignite it either. She merely walked through the hangar and into the cover of crates, mind extending itself beyond what she could see in preparation for an intrusion of multiple minds.

… By which it was really like, two or three, but hey mentalism was hard stuff for a scrub.

Yet irregardless Sena would try. Her mind poking at the tendrils of pirates in the hopes of setting them straight and opening fire on their friends instead of their real enemy...

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Objective: 2
Location: Hangar

Vanitas's crimson blade cut through the pirates like a warm knife through butter. Or was it a knife through warm butter?

Either way, they died.

To the Triumvirate, to Orcus, to Vanitas himself, that was all that mattered.

The Triumvirate Stormtroopers had fought alongside Sith in the past, or had at least had training to know to shoot in a wide berth of the Sith Knight as he carved a swath through the ranks of the pirates. He hadn't noticed when [member="Lassiter"] had arrived, and he deflected a blaster bolt over his shoulder and cleaved the alien who would've otherwise put a hole in his face in two. Stepping forwards, he found that he was about to be fired upon when... A trio of pirates near him opened fire on the rest of the pirates and that...

That certainly did create more chaos than there already was.

He spared them... For now as the ranks of the pirates started to thin and likely some call was issued for them to run. Or they were cowards and ran simultaneously. Whatever it was, the fighting in the hangar slowly came to a stop.