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Junkyard Rumble [Republic Remnant Dominion of Lydrax Hex]

Luce jerked in surprise, causing her to wince at the pain in her thigh. She ducked her head as Cedric began deflecting blaster shots around her and the droid. She’d had no idea there were other pirates headed her way, they were too far away for her night vision visor to pick up. Luce knew she wasn’t going to be of any help in this fight, since they all had blasters and her only long range weapon was not the most reliable. Luce scooted backwards, closer to the droid, only able to see the enemy whenever their blasters lit up in the dark.​
Luce was just barely able to make out the other male… Wait, no, that’s not what he had looked like earlier. Shapeshifter? Luce had only read about a race that could shift their form before, but had never seen one in person. Granted, she could barely see him as it was, but that wasn’t the point. She grimaced, mad at herself for not being better prepared for this sort of situations. An entire arsenal of blasters on her ship did her no good here. Luce jerked as a blaster shot came alarmingly close to her on the ground.​
[member="Icarn Amonta"] [member="R3-F3"] [member="Cedric Grayson"]
 
[member="Lucindi Kinswi"], [member="Icarn Amonta"], [member="R3-F3"]


Someone had given an idiot a grenade.

That idiot was a Nautolan most folks called Wesley. Why they called him that was anyone's guess, for the name Wesley was surely of the more human variety. Wesley however, wore his moniker with pride. Over the years he'd managed to gather a small posse to do his every wish, and had even started to dip his fingers into the spice trade. Then came a deal like nothing else from the biggest criminals on the planet. The upper folks had offered him a couple hundred thousand credits a year to keep the oxygen scrubbers from being repaired.

A year had passed, the credits rolled in, and Wesley got cocky. So cocky that he'd chosen to leave the party he'd been hosting high on spice and severely drunk on rum. Such an impaired mind had little trouble calling its other intoxicated goons to its side, and that mind had also decided that bringing military grade ordnance to a street fight was a wise decision.

So it was the Wesley received a blaster bolt right to the chest, just as he'd primed his thermal detonator. The weapon slipped from his fingers, sailed toward R3 and those defending him. Cedric caught wind of it, but not before it exploded mid-air. A wall of telekinetic energy was erected to absorb the blast, saving those by the terminal, but not stopping the shockwave that followed. It shook the very foundations of the level, so much so that the ground beneath them caved in on itself.

There was little time to say anything before the terminal and everything around it was swept into the black depths of the undercity. Cedric could only call out to the force for assistance in slowing the fall of both himself and his companions before the strain of such an endeavor caused him to lose consciousness.
 

R3-F3

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The shock-wave sent R3's systems careening, emergency power saving taking over to defend the droids frail innards. As it fell, the system quickly recognized the damage as minimal, save the probe the droid used at Astromech docking bays, said probe had been snapped off. The Maintenance Drone was not so lucky, smashed into the wall of the shaft it had been working in before falling to its doom below.

​R3 came to, so to speak, realizing it was on its back. With help from the boosters placed on either 'leg', it shot back up, surveying the area and wreckage. A quick scan told R3 that there were survivors. A quick search later yielded the discovery of R3's master, [member="Cedric Grayson"]. A quick scan with what limited medical programming it had told R3 that Cedric was out do to exhaustion, among other symptoms.

"Uh oh..." R3 whistled, studying the immediate area once more.

[member="Lucindi Kinswi"]
[member="Icarn Amonta"]
 
As enthralled in the fight as he had been displeased to get involved only moments before, Icarn only saw the grenade's launch out of the corner of his eye. It didn't even register as a threat until it was already in the process of exploding. The Shi'ido could feel the ground shake beneath them, his footing lost between processing what had transpired and taking care of another one of these idiots.

The fall was not an easy one. Even if the knight's protection had for some reason extended to him, there were plenty of bumps and bruises to go around, and it would've easily been much worse if not for his own bodily altercations. Still, he'd gotten lucky, with injuries that'd heal soon enough by his own regenerative capabilities. That didn't help his mood, though. Nor did it help the case of the hooligan that'd fallen within the skinshifter's vicinity.

"Who in the blazes thought giving any of you explosives was a good idea?" He snarled, turning a knife on the poor, disoriented fellow. It sank into his flesh once, twice, many more times until the man's struggles stopped. Even then, Icarn continued, speaking the entire time. "You lot could've killed us all with that stunt and then what? Huh? Just go on, waste precious resources, why don't you? Did any of you think about that?"

Almost as if he were just now realizing he'd get no answers, he separated himself from the mangled body, still seething. This was supposed to be a simple mission, one that would've taken a couple hours at tops. And now, here he was, the situation getting all the more complicated. "And now I'm stuck with this lot."

[member="R3-F3"] | [member="Lucindi Kinswi"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"]
 
Luce kept a careful eye on the situation, at least of what she could see. She would flit from the droid to the area around them, making sure none of the others needed any assistance. As long as the individual didn’t have a blaster, she’d be fine and would be able to assist. Luce pulled herself to her feet with a grunt, deciding that she should actually help instead of being some damsel in distress. Just as she was about to run forward, however, she felt the Force come to life around her. With an audible gasp, she looked to Cedric. It was as if everything was in slow motion, watching the grenade go off and light up the surrounding area, watching Cedric erect a Force barrier around them, finally being able to see what exactly they were up against through the light of the explosion.​
And then Luce felt the shockwave. It rattled her chest as her visor spiderwebbed out from the left side, away from the blast. The floor gave out under her and her knees buckled in response. She reached out for anything to grab but only found air rushing through her finger tips. With a loudly shouted expletive, Luce curled up in a ball, wrapping her arms around her head to protect her visor in the fall. She could feel whatever it was that Cedric was doing to keep them from falling as quickly, but she could do nothing to help him. All she could do was fall to the level below.​
Luce groaned from where she lay on the ground, her right thigh screaming in pain now, as well as the rest of the right side of her body, but she could tell that nothing was broken or anything. She groaned, picking herself up off the floor rather shakily. She looked around and quickly registered the damage that had been done to her visor and realized how even less she could see than before. ”Why can’t every planet have seven suns? Why can’t that be a thing?” She hissed, keeping close to the ground. ”Mr. Cedric? Droid-guy? Shapeshifter dude??? Anyone?” She called out, trying to keep her voice low while still hoping they’d hear her. Luce could hear different movement around her, but she wasn’t sure who, or what, was making the noises. She cursed under her breath, ”Note to self, ignore distress signals from planets with very little light. They can handle it on their own, way better than my blind ass can…

[member="Icarn Amonta"]/[member=R3-F3]/[member="Cedric Grayson"]
 

Aeth Deschart

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As the ship came out from behind the shield ship, she directed the guns to fire. Between the Star Defender and the other ships of the force they'd brought, they made relatively short work of the pirate fleet. Especially true when the fighters went into the fight. The enemy did have a few Uglies on their side, but to be honest, those were never going to be a match for the newer starfighters of the Republic. It was entirely unfair, but Tylane didn't care at all. She much preferred the overkill. Never give your enemy a chance if you can avoid it. That was a worthy motto to live by when you were a fleet admiral. It wasn't exactly the most liked tactic in the Republic, she was sure. Most of them preferred peace. She knew, however, that peace was earned.

"Continue the mop up process. The ships can go down with the parts for the plant. Confirm with General [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]."

"Yes, ma'am."

Tylane sat back in her seat as she watched the fighters finish mopping up the last of the enemy naval forces. Pathetic as they were, she was kind of disappointed that she hadn't gotten a decent fight out of it. A shame, but at the same time it did allow them to get down to the planet a bit more quickly. Which was good because the people of Lydrax were under a time crunch. Inferior though they were, she didn't particularly care for innocent people dying as a result of scum like pirates. With the crap mopped up, she could sit back and do some studying of the recent naval battles with the First Order and Galactic Empire. At least, what she could get from their allies to study. Better to be prepared.
 
The troopers took the bodies of the dead pirates away and they grabbed on to the shoulders of their shoulders and took them away. Jaster handed the prisoner as he was facing away from him. Jaster had some blood on his armor and his knuckels as he was able to get the information from the boy. Poverty really brought the worst out of people, he thought to himself. It was at this point that another soldier in uniform ran towards him. "General, a message from Admiral Tylane." And he handed off the data pad to him.

It seemed that the Admiral was able to fight off the pirates in orbit. [member="Tylane of Isobe"] was also able to reopen the supply lines to get these materials to the areas they were in great need of such things. He sent a message of gratitude to the women, and it seemed that their relationship as military leaders were starting to become something better then when they started to work together. However, he got some critical information that needed to be passed on. He radioed [member="Cedric Grayson"], "Cedric, one of the pirates just informed me that their head honcho is near you, my troopers are still cleaning out the center of the city so be careful out there, he stated her name was Stella Zin or something, best of luck out there."

He would have to return to the building of the waste disposal site. It was the top priority of the Army and the UTC to get this section of the planet to at least sustain a better settlement for the New Republic Citizens that would move to the planet.
 

Azreth Vandic

Dead Man's Captain
Objective: Pirate Fight

The amount of fire coming from the pirates continued to suppress his squad to stick to the wall, Azreth was the last in line, watching their six. It must have been a E-Web, the shattering sound of wall and various other structures gave notion that it was overcharged too.

"We got to get around them, across that ally, we can flank em!" The sergeant spoke out.

From the pirates' side, hooting and blaster fire continued. The sound of battle rang in Azreth's ears, but he could still make out the voice and command of the sergeant. But with the current situation, it was impossible, even if they threw something like a smoke grenade, the pirates would keep on firing. With blaster rifle slung, Azreth began to look around. There had to be a way to get to the pirates.
 
For a moment, Cedric knew only darkness. The empyrean's ethereal presence seeped from his limbs as he fell, the ground rushing up to meet him. The knight felt himself drop like a stone, having been weighted down by his armor. He struggled fruitlessly to right himself; called out to the force for assistance. Only when he finally hit the ground his struggle relent. The impact was greatly lessened by the force's benevolent presence, but shocks of pain jarred his bones all the same. Fortunately the armor had absorbed the remainder of the impact damage.

"Say again?" Cedric coughed as he yanked himself out from the rubble. His comms were spotty, but they managed to reach [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] without too much trouble. "The scrubbers we were working on are gone General, along with the rest of that street. I've fallen into the lower levels."

He cast a quick look around, only to find himself enshrouded in darkness. With a click of his tongue, his helm's light came to life, illuminating the cramped halls with bright pale light. The majority of the undercity was made up of the various systems required to keep the city's population alive. The systems were maintained by droids, and thus there was little ight required down here.

"R3? I'm glad you're alright," the knight mused as he came upon the little droid. Luce's voice carried through the halls. "Over here! We need to regroup. We're not the only ones that fell down here."

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"], [member="Lucindi Kinswi"], [member="Icarn Amonta"], [member="R3-F3"]
 

R3-F3

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With a, justifiably, paranoid whistle, R3's dome-like head swiveled, the small flashlight attachment illuminating whatever it looked at. Aside from the dead bodies of the unfortunate blokes that had not had their fall broken by anything save jutting metal and hard rock. and aforementioned rubble, they were alone. The echoing of voices came from all around, either the dying voices of men who had not perished immediately, or survivors calling for their comrades.
R3 rocked back and forth on its side legs, swiveling its head back to its master.



[member="Cedric Grayson"]
[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]
[member="Lucindi Kinswi"]
[member="Icarn Amonta"]
 
Luce grimaced. Cedric’s voice sounded a little further away than she was hoping it would be. Luckily, her visor wasn’t completely destroyed, but still… This wasn’t going to be easy. The pink-haired woman looked around, focusing much harder than any person should. While it wasn’t exactly pitch black to any other person, it might as well have been to her. The green of her night vision lense flickered, going black for a moment before stuttering back on. Luce held her breath, what was she supposed to do if this damn thing went out? She bit her lip behind the mask covering the lower half of her face. Guess it was just a “pray you make it out alive” kind of day. At least she could look on the bright side, it had been quite awhile since she thought she might die, so this could be some kind of weird adventure.​
Luce stumbled in the direction of Cedric’s voice. She had to be quick. Being this vulnerable in a situation like this was only going to get her killed. Luce huffed to herself. ”Focus, you got this…” She mumbled to herself. She closed her eyes, focusing long and hard in silence for several long seconds that felt like hours. Slowly, but surely, she began to reach out with her mind, feeling around. It felt jagged and hazy, almost uncomfortable, like working out for the first time after a very long time, but eventually Luce felt something. She gasped and it was gone as fast as it had come, but she was sure she had felt Cedric’s energy just to the south of her a few yards.​
Luce perked up a bit, knowing that someone she could… Sort of, kind of trust? Ish? Was so near by. Better than being out here virtually blind, alone. With a groan, she shifted forward, hobbling a little bit due to her right leg. She felt around her with her feet and hands, slowly climbing, and tripping, over debris as she made her way to Cedric. Every few feet, she’d stop, focus, and reach out with the Force as well as she could to make sure she was still headed in the right direction. It told her a hot second, but eventually, Luce was able to see a light emitting in front of her, and it looked to be coming from Cedric and his droid companion. ”Yo!” She half heartedly saluted at him, wincing a bit as her right shoulder pinched in pain.​
[member="R3-F3"] . [member="Cedric Grayson"] . [member="Icarn Amonta"]
 
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Objective 1: Take down the Pirates
Location: Poliard Warehouse District, Secret Base of Shella Zen

"Shella in a bit of a mood this morning," The guard said laughing and rubbing the stubble on his face.

"You better be careful talking like that!" The younger female Rodian said shaking her head and glancing around. "Shella has ears everywhere."

"I'm not afraid of her!" The guard said chuckling, though from the Shadows Gnost could tell that he stiffened and began to glance around more nervously.

"Sure you aren't." The Rodian said laughing. So engrossed in their conversation were the two guards that they didn't notice the two Kel Dor Jedi slip through the small hole in the perimeter fencing. Kian was proud of Gnost as the two made their way through. In their time training together, Kian had been focusing the younger Jedi on the skills necessary to make him a Shadow and Gnost had taken to the stealth skills quite adeptly.

Kian nodded his head to the right and the two, sticking to the shadows, move silently away from the two guards. As their voices faded in the background, Kian placed a hand on Gnost shoulder and guided him behind a number of large crates.
"What do you think are in these?" the padawan asked glancing around the corner to survey the area.

"Nothing good." Kian said and pulled a small device out and attached it to the crates. Gnost glanced at him quizzically. "Transmitters. No reason why we can not tag the place why we are here. Once we are out we will transmit to the military and they will be able to turn this place to rubble." As Kian finished speaking, movement drew Gnost attention away and for the first time since landing he saw their quarry. Gnost's first impression was that she was a smaller women than he had envisioned...the second was the cold icy presence he felt from her. It was with a startled realization that Gnost had stretched out in the force when he saw her and quickly, Shella glanced in their direction. For a moment it appeared as if she would see them but then Gnost felt nothing....his presence, her presence....gone.

Glancing over at Kian, Gnost could tell that his master was masking their presence and using the box to maintain the visual barrier between her and them. Not moving to avoid alerting her to their presence, Shella continued her conversation and moved into the building.

"Time to move." Kian said pushing Gnost further into the compound and closer to their objective....
 
There were many things on Icarn's bucket list that wouldn't necessarily apply to many others. For one thing, he'd love to try his hand at being a Diathim, taking a leisurely flight into the atmosphere just to see what was there. He also wouldn't mind taking the form of a prince of some society, tying the real one up somewhere so he could enjoy the frivolities of court life and then leave without worrying about accidentally toppling a government his employers needed to remain functional. Icarn also wasn't opposed to trying his hand in the undercities more notorious for crime. Perhaps he'd disguise himself as a fairly attractive woman, just to see how many he could make squirm before the big reveal.

But of all his unusual fantasies, being buried alive was certainly not one of them. It looked as if he'd have no help on the way, either, his communication devices finding the fall a perfect excuse to quit working. No, he was on his own for this one. Just him and a group he'd rather leave buried. Ah well, time to make some friends.

He could hear them calling to each other, the darkness and piles of rubble keeping him from getting any visuals. That's what he got for getting up close and personal with his enemy. This wouldn't do, not at all. So, he traded his gorgeous face for something with a bit more utility. A Shistavanen would do just fine, Icarn's form shifting into a more lupine appearance, his skin's texture mimicking that of fur. He couldn't say he was fond of this particular form but it would provide him a bit more maneuverability.

Slipping among the rubble, aided by more animalistic instincts, he made his way toward the group. He probably should've shifted back into a recognizable form, something to keep them from attacking him the moment they set eyes on him. But where would the fun be in that? No, he remained in this form, waltzing right up to their group, speaking as he did. "Relax, kiddos, it's me. Do me a favor and don't attack."

[member="R3-F3"] | [member="Lucindi [/FONT][FONT=georgia]Kinswi"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"]
 
A wave of relief washed over Cedric as he examined the droid for any extensive damage. He observed a few minor dings here and there, but the little astromech seemed more or less intact. It was more than could be said for the majority of the thugs that had taken the plunge with them. The knight turned to examine those men; the majority had died upon impact, but a handful clung to the sliver of life that remained. Something uncomfortable churned in Cedric's stomach.

"R3, I need you to scan for any oncoming movement. I have to try and stabilize these people," Cedric muttered mechanically. He stepped into action a moment later, falling to his knees over two of the ailing men. One was missing both his legs, the other enveloped in a series of violent seizures that left blood dribbling down from his nose. With a gentleness that belied the normal intensity he purposefully presented himself with, the knight removed each of his gauntlets and placed calloused hands over the men's brows.

The empyrean moved through him. Ethereal energies surged throughout his body as if he were a conduit; they soothed his limbs and calmed his worried heart. With great effort, Cedric coaxed those genres into each of the victims. They worked rapidly, both draining the knight's own energy reserves as they replenished that of the wounded. Cells multiplied at an alarming rate, so much so that it looked as if each of the men were regenerating. The bloodied stumps of the dismembered man's legs grew a thin layer of skin where they had been crushed in two by a massive piece of concrete. Cedric could not restore them in their entirety - such powers were beyond most Jedi - but he could keep them alive at the least. The second man's seizures ceased, his breathing growing far more regular. He would live.

"Luce, it's good to see you," his voice was strained. "Can you help me stabilize these people? Wrap some wounds if you can - tear their clothes to make bandages."

A familiar presence approached. Cedric was too engrossed in his efforts to truly register just what it was however.

And then it spoke.

"Explain yourself," the knight growled, though his voice was faint.

[member="Icarn Amonta"], [member="Lucindi Kinswi"], [member="R3-F3"], [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]
 

Azreth Vandic

Dead Man's Captain
Turret fire still had not let down, and the corner of the wall had been turned into rubble. Any second now, and the pirates would be upon them, ready to take their lives. Azreth had to think quickly, and even though it was not apart of his orders, he dashed across the road. Leaping, and ducking around and over cannon fire.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" The squad leader asked.

Azreth ignored him, and continued to make his way into the ally way. From here, Azreth could sneak up around them, if they weren't already covering their backs waiting for him. So instead of walking around, he bashed through a window, opting to go through the buildings to reach them. It took him a small bit of time, but before he knew it, the turret defense was in view, and they were still firing at the squad he had left.

The pirates were mumbling something, a language he didn't speak, and when he took his blaster up to take aim it dawned on him what was going on here.

"Damn mercenary scum, H2, toss em a present!" Azreth's comm went off.

"No! Don't! It's a hostage situation! I repeat do not give them a damn present!"

Taped, and forced to look like he was firing was a man with rope around his mouth. The turret was being remote controlled from somewhere, and the pirates were using citizens has meat bags.

"What did you say H4?" The squad leader asked.

"H1, the turret is being remote controlled, the gunner is not actually firing it. He's just a citizen, a scarecrow."
 
I am a son of the Mountain.
​The soft roar of the LAAT engines was all that could be heard as Qyren's platoon descended down to Lydrax's surface. Activating his comm device, he called out to the rest of his platoon. "Ears open boys. We're backing up a friendly unit in the lower levels. Keep your IFF signatures on and watch your sectors of fire." Rapid deployment was seldom easy business, however as the gunships descended down into such a crowded area, Vessk began to have a bad feeling in the pit of his gut.

​Lieutenant Vessk gripped the hand bar above him, watching as the soldiers in his own transport began to check their weapons. Glancing down to his own blaster rifle he let off a soft sigh, taking a moment to soak in the silence before the storm. That silence was cut short as a loud explosion rang out, shaking Vessk's transport. Tightening his hand around a railbar, Vessk turned back to the pilots. "What the hell was that?!" He demanded.

"Incoming, sir! Mynock three was hit." The pilot responded, turning back to the man for a moment before turning his attention back to the fogged skies. The pilots of the remaining three LAAT's began to maneuver around the buildings surrounding them. Turning back to his men, Vessk offered a soft curse before looking to his men. "Get ready!"

​A sharp shift with the gunship could be felt as the pilot maneuvered to bring the LAAT to a curt stop, hovering only inches above the street. The blast door's to the shuttle was opened and Vessk watched as his men filed out, immediately laying down a series of fire. The gunships had descended right above [member="Azreth Vandic "]and his unit. Allowing the 501st to support their right flank.

​Bounding out of the gunship, Vessk tapped his helmet softly, keyeing his comm to allow him to communicate with Azreth.

​"This is Lieutenant Vessk, of the 501st, I need a SITREP on this sector, now." Vessk Demanded.
 

Azreth Vandic

Dead Man's Captain
[member="Qyren Vessk"] came in loudly, the LAATs were so loud, the turret fire was no longer audible, and Azreth had to cover his other ear. In his ear was a voice asking for a SITREP, a Vessk. He had never heard of this person before, and the fact that they were using Republic's better equipment meant that they top notch soldiers. The squad leader he was with began to help, opening fire on the turret placement, ignoring Azreth's warning about the scarecrow.

"STOP FIRING ON THE TURRET PLACEMENT! IT'S A CITIZEN!!" Azreth called out in anger.

He looked over at the new soldier in the field.

"The turret placement is a scarecrow, someone else is controlling it from another spot! We have a hostage situation." Azreth replied to the this Vessk person.

Suddenly the turret swung over, and began to fire upon the building he was in. Rubble of wall blasted into Azreth's face, smashing him against the floor. Now he was pinned down, battered and bruised, but not dead or broken. More fire came into the hole now made by the turret, missing Azreth by inches, so close he could feel the heat from the cannon lasers.

"Ah, I'm fine. Let me just wiggle out of this debris." He reported in.

He began to push against the rubble, slipping slowly out from under it. His legs were hurting, but he could walk, probably. Azreth rolled over, removing himself from the dangers of the turret fire.

"I think I can disable the turret with a well placed shot, I just need a distraction...maybe...I'm not sure actually."
 
I am a son of the Mountain.
​Vessk's platoon took up a position on the street below Azreth and his men.

​As his soldiers began to open fire on the enemy position, the Lieutenant kept a hand to his comm device on his helmet. Vandic's words came in distorted and difficult to read, however he got the gist of the report.

"Hold fire on that turret!" He called out to his men, holding a fist in the air to pause their actions.

​When Vandic spoke once more about a diversion, Vessk couldn't help but smirk. "Distraction? Let me see what I can do." With that the Comm channel was closed and Verrick looked to his men in front of him. Most were huddled up behind a speeder, but a few had wandered to an adjacent alley seeking cover from the enemy blaster fire.

"Alright!" Vessk said, speaking over the blaster fire. "I want two teams. Krin, Skipper, and Raask. You three stay here and lay down cover fire. The rest of you are with me, we're breaching that building." He said, aiming his hand towards the door to the enemy position.

"Move!" Vessk ordered, and immediately the 501'st moved into action. While the first team gave the others a good deal of cover fire, the rest began to stack up on the building's door, with Vessk at the rear. the Lieutenant watched as one of the soldiers set a detonator on the front door. "Breaching in three.....two......one." After the soldier moved back behind the cover of the wall a subtle pop could be heard, followed by the door falling to the ground. "Breaching!"

[member="Azreth Vandic "]
 

Azreth Vandic

Dead Man's Captain
[member="Qyren Vessk"]

Regardless of the jumble mess that was the comm chatter, it seemed his message got through to Vessk who was now beginning the distraction Azreth needed. For a moment, there was still cannon fire, the mercenary had to position himself up against the wall where he could still see the turret but not be seen back. His ankle on his left leg was killing him, fractured, or twisted, the wall was doubling as a crutch as well.

Azreth lifted his rifle up to his cheek, taking in slow and relaxed breaths. This shot had to count, the barrel's connection to the firing buttons was always a good weak point, it could disable the weapon, giving them a chance to overwhelm the enemy, and save the scarecrow. More slow breaths, he had to calm the heart, and ignore the hot pain crawling up his leg.

"Taking the shot." Azreth said calmly in the mic as soon as the turret began to swivel away, shots blasting into the walls of each building as it turned. The distraction was perfect.

Lungs full of air, his hands steady, he took it.

The blaster bolt arced forward like lighting, sizzling the air around it till it met the connection point between barrel and body of the turret. A loud electronic explosion bloomed forward, pushing the hostage backwards. It appeared it scared the person more than did any harm, and with that, the turret was now disabled.

"Clear! Move in!"
 
I am a son of the Mountain.
​The building the 501st breached provided enough cover from the turret, as well as provide them with a route to the scarecrow. The first floor, which Vessk wagered was the least guarded, was a quick clear. Two hostiles who were brought down by blaster fire in a clean breach. As all the members of the squad moved into the room, the Lieutenant glanced around a bit. The room had the signs of fortification. It had been inhabited by these mercenaries for some time. "Someone was expecting our arrival."

​Looking to the stairwell to the next floor, Vessk held his fist closed once again. He was not content with breaching the next floor until he was sure that turret was disabled. One of the troopers near the stairwell, who's rifle was guarding the corridor called out to the LT. "Sir? Permission to take point?" He asked, wishing to breach to the next floor. Vessk stood silently until Azreth offered the all clear. Slinging his rifle over his shoulder, his hands produced his blaster pistol from his waist as he approached the stairwell. "I'll take lead, on me." Once again the 501st would file into a line behind the Lieutenant.

"Ready." He said, feeling one of the men place a hand on his shoulder, the signal that the soldiers were in position.

"Move."

​Holding his blaster pistol close to his chest, Vessk led the men up the flight of stairs, keeping his eyes peeled as they turned the tight corners. When they were met with a simple wooden door, the man reared back. "Breach!" His foot slammed into the base of the door, by it's handle forcing it to fly open. Aiming his blaster rifle forward, he moved into the room.

​The trooper found an empty space, save for the scarecrow and the now deactivated turret. Looking back to two of his men he gestured to the device. "Get that man down from there." As the soldiers moved to action, Vessk placed his blaster back in it's holster, once again calling on Azreth on the comms.

"Building is secure and the scarecrow is safe. This block is cleared of all hostiles. Gather your men and meet me on the street in ten." He ordered, before turning to see to his men. "Casualties?!" He called out, time to evaluate the situation.

@Azreth Vandic
 

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