Just Passing Through

[Alva Calvarona]

[member="War'Rain Sekairo"]

What a horrible place to crash.

Alva had not expected an engine malfunction to befall her shuttle as it passed over the planet of pitann. After all, having wasted time at the Tournament of the Gods she had been away from Crina and her work for far too long already. A fact made more so painful as she waited for her arm to heal before leaving, making the use of the time to watch the remaining fights left in the tournament as she did. She wanted to get back as quickly as possible after all that. Alva had to factor in meeting the larger frigate to get back faster as well since there was no way she was letting most people see a Crinan ship. Even if it not might matter and she was overly paranoid, her people liked being isolated and she wanted to keep it that way.

Meeting the frigate over Pitann had been the plan once they left the tournament grounds. However, now here she was, the second princess of Crina hurtling toward a foreign planet because the shuttle had a flux in the game of chance. It rolled the dice and drew a bad straw when it would have expected to have been fine. Now she was shaking her head groggily looking at a dead bodyguard. One of the pilots was dead too it was soon discovered as the other called back informing them of the situation. So in total there were five of them alive if Alva counted. Herself, a pilot, and three Crinan soldiers who had accompanied her to make sure she stayed safe. The frigate would discover their fate soon enough once it entered local space. In the meantime Alva adjusted herself more comfortably while she watched her soldiers grab their equipment, their Crinan Combat Armor and energy blades, while the pilot went to work and investigate all the damage.

 

[Triampheus]

Every month War had just enough free time to visit her planet for a week. And so every cycle of Pitann's moon she'd find herself walking in the desert sand with her people. They'd talk about everything she had missed. Sometimes someone would challenge her for her title. Other days she brought them technology from Panatha for them to use. Once, they had even managed to salvage quite a few goodies for her. It had been a 'welcome home' present. It... pleased the woman to know that her people still accepted her as their commander. There were, of course, a few who didn't. But those were to rare to be a problem. At least at the time. Their number one issue was outsiders. People who thought they could just barge in, kill the natives, and take the minerals. Others came there by accident. Crashing or getting lost or needing repairs. But it was often hard to tell why they came... and Pitann was full of cautious warriors. Many good men and women had bleed on the sand. Thousands, if not millions, of skeletons lay beneath the dust. War had consumed War's planet to many times. She wondered if she had ever killed someone baring new of her family... The thought threatened to destroy her. So she pushed it away.

Today she was riding with the once famed 'Welcoming Committee". A group of her strongest soldiers who patrolled the dusty world, meeting any stray travelers. They were the first to spot [member="Alva Calvarona"] and her ship. They watched as it started to plummet, eyed it as it sailed into the distance. Chatter sprung up on the comms. Other groups had seen it. One confirmed it's landing coordinates. Another started towards it. Those in the WC looked to War, as if asking her what to do. Her response was to spur her dewback forward. Knowing what the meant the others repeated her actions, a few reaching into their bags, pulling out some dry leaves tied to sticks. These would be dragged behind them. Sand would be kicked up as a result to make it appear like they had more men then they actually did. It was an old tactic, but a good one. Meanwhile the other group was rising over a dune, charging towards the recovering Imperials, blasters raised. Without warning they started firing. None bothered to see who exactly it was they were shooting at.

This was Pitann.
War was their queen, and war was their God.

 

[Alva Calvarona]

[member="War'Rain Sekairo"]

The short cry of pain that cut off abruptly was enough to alert Alva and the trio of soldiers within the shuttle to the death of their surviving pilot outside the damaged craft. Although the many sounds of blasterfire spattering against the fallen ship's outer hull was a decent warning as well to the attack they were coming under. Finishing their equipment checks the Crinan soldiers dashed down the ramp of their crashed vessel, carbines raised as they took cover around the shuttle as best they could and returned fire at the incoming enemies. Alva herself waited within. It wasn't her style to rush out and get into a shootout. Whoever the riffraff were they would be dead shortly unless they had massive numbers. After all, her soldiers were in decent armor as it was, add in their built in shield units and they weren't going to be shot dead easily.

However, a call over the comms that more were coming got Crina's second princess to rise from her seat. It was truly annoying. Her own combat armor had been sufficiently damaged throughout her several battles in the tournament of the gods, leaving her in just her dueler's attire she had been wearing underneath it. Nearing the ramp Alva could indeed see the dust clouds forming and getting closer. Reinforcements for the group now on their doorstep maybe? Well regardless, Alva intended to leave a bloody mess when they arrived and hopefully that scared the rest off. Stepping off the ramp her soldiers moved into formation, stepping in front of her before they all charged forward the rush toward their attackers. Alva's hand dipped low drawing her energy blade soon followed suite by her guards. Her other hand slowly let her slicewire slip loose and trail behind her in their assault.

Her soldiers energy shields would absorb the blaster bolts that came their way, letting them meet their oncoming attackers head on. Her soldiers firing their carbines up at the riders or swiping up with their energy blades. Alva herself flicking her slicewire up and around the enemies heads or arms as she passed, using her energy blade to intercept shots fired toward her, counting down how that would effect the weapons run time.