Junction Mad World (Silver Jedi Concord Junction of Sarka - Confederacy of Independent Systems Junction of Dagobah)

[Gir Quee]

Salmakk nodded Felix Aquila 's explanations. While he was primarily involved in starship design, he had dabbled in some bio-engineering when the company had started to work on making biotechnology-based vessels. He thankfully had just enough knowledge to understand the explanations of the young nobleman and know that they were plausible and likely true, but not enough to delve into the finer points of discussion.

"That all seems well thought out," said the mon calamari, "I suppose that in a worse case scenario, we could alter the atmosphere with the terraformers like this ship to try and kill them...but I imagine it would be a long and costly process."

The admiral offered a rare frown, "The demand to rebuild worlds is so high right now that I can't imagine that's really feasible. The schedule for this vessels is already booked out months in advance."

"The sarkans bankrolled the development of these vessels, along with the firsts of their classes. They will not give them up easily if their world is not recovered."

"Politics does complicate things," said the man from Hast with a sigh, before he offered a brief wave of a hand towards Felix, "but this is an excellent opportunity for you to demonstrate your technology. If all goes well, other Concord worlds will likely want it too as they try to recover from the bryn'adul terraforming, and the Sarkans are powerful political allies within the Silver Assembly if you need them...but we digress. Are you ready to deploy your organisms?"

 

[Aberrant]

Objective 2: Visions of Death
Location: Under siege on Salyrini
Equipment: M30 Sear Grenades (x2) | Quilxyn Shield | Jedi Recon Armor | Tattered Cloak
Tags: Travot Ravenna Sergeant Omen Edep Kre Caedyn Arenais

The stench of Bryn was unmistakable on the surface as they traveled. Her nostrils flaring occasionally to better catch the remnants and trails that seemed to gather in the tower. There was no hesitation in entering the doorway. Eyes adjusting a bit quicker than the rest as she turned to make light of the relative ease in getting here.

The crack of gunfire was karma at its finest for even teasing the idea.

The whistle of rounds passing her by was harsh on her senses as the muzzle flare was met with an explosion. Something dropped behind her as the cloak was let go. Her hands extended and claws opened in anticipation. The cloak folded into itself as her steps took her further inside the structure.

Her wings flared as she glanced up and raked her sharp digits over a column. The resounding tremble from the pillar told her it would hold. Long enough anyway was a silent thought to herself as her hands tore into the column and drug herself up. Her wings opened, the double ends sinking into the column to steady her ascent as fire continued to pour down.

Her shell creaked as shots hit her back, one snapping into the handhold she had as she pulled herself up to the second floor in a breaths time. Anger bloomed in her chest as she slid over the rail and was greeted by two lower class Bryn.

Both seemed mystified by her initial presence before raising their weapons to her. She ducked low as she leapt forward and impaled them both upon her wings before tossing them aside and casting a glance around the floor she was on. The floor trembled under the gunfire. The dead zones telling her more than any sign of muzzle flare could as she dipped into the force and enhanced her speed.

Her harsh footfalls audible to those below as dust shook from the ceiling. She cleared half the distance with deliberate intent as more attention diverted from those below onto her. Hands reaching out and finding their mark in another of the remaining beings inside the building as they screamed and tore at her in vain.

Her hand gripped their chest plate before the other formed a dagger like point and shot forward. The gurgling mess was tossed over the rail before several large rounds sank into her shoulder as she howled and rounded on her assailant. Even as she made herself appear larger in the failing light, dark amber eyes glowing hot with rage, the warrior did not relent and pressed forward.

Charging her, the shortsighted goal was met with a snap of her wing as their torso and legs separated before she cast another glance at the floor before reaching out to move onto another floor.

 

[Edep Kre]

Objective: Visions of Death
Comrade Tags: Travot Ravenna Sergeant Omen Caedyn Arenais Aberrant

Things seemed to hit the wall very quickly for them. The crackle of slugthrowers caused him some alarm as his comrades sprung into action, the fleshier ones taking their cover as the more robotic ones opened fire. Edep would call out to his comrades in the hellfire. "Slugs, don't use your sabers, you'll only be making things much worse for yourself!" He was of course speaking in reference that firearms of this kind, firing solid metal projectiles, would melt and scatter the moment they touched a lightsaber... in a sense making a small field of hot-half-melted shrapnel that would punch into you as if it hadn't been blocked.

Edep would peer from his cover to those enemies above them, reaching out with the force he would simply start pulling things from a distance. He would spot a heavy chair behind one of his targets and pull, the chair hitting them in the back of the head and sending them tumbling over the railing and to the floor below in a heap of dust and debris.

It was rare Edep longed for a blaster...

He'd change his position quickly, using the slight break in fire from his and his comrades' actions, and climbed his way up to the second level, jumping and dodging with grace and speed a human would long to achieve. Not far behind Aberrant he would get close to their enemies not giving any space to fire before deploying his saber and hacking them down.

Still wished he had a blaster... slugs were a messy business for sure.

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Travot had instinctively stepped to the left at the flash of the slugthrower fire and took cover behind a support pillar. Lanyria hunkered down besides him, pressing closely against his calf. Everything then seemed to move so fast as the chaos of combat set in. The Bryn'adul had apparently set a trap, judging by their attempt to cave parts of the ceiling down on top of them - but they apparently hadn't been prepared wholly for the caliber of their foes. The synthetic soldiers fought on regardless of their injuries, with several immediately taking shelter behind their mobile shield generator droid, before continuing to fire, and advance on the bryn'adul barricaded behind the front desk. Aberrant seemed to have started a retaliatory onslaught that Sergeant Omen and Edep Kre seemed to be supporting and following up on. With a grunt, the large man searched the room for some of sort of advantage - between the darkness and the dusk, and only occasional illumination from weapons fire, it was difficult to spot anything of immediate use. An old master's word came to mind.

You're not a soldier in the traditional sense, remember? Do not try to think like one...

He forced his eyes close and reached through the Force to feel his surroundings. The emotions of those present immediately struck out him - fear, bloodlust, anger, and even hope. He ignored them at first, as much as they tugged at his attention. By he found it impossible to ignore Lanyria's mixture of excitement, hope, and fear. It seemed like a volatile start to one's first experience against the bryn'adul, ravagers of the eastern reach. He spared a glance downwards at the padawan.

"Stay here, don't move unless you absolutely have to."

He stepped out from the cover, and darted forward, recalling Edep's warning. As much as using Soresu had helped him survive the galaxy so far, it was near useless against the Bryn'adul at range. He needed something else. He ignited his saber at its shoto form, casting a beacon of eerily cyan light around him in the darkness, and promptly drawing the attention of several of the Bryn'adul in the room. He could feel their attention and sense the danger. He barreled forward towards the barricaded baedurin behind the desk before he himself briefly darted behind the NORCOM infantry advancing behind the shelter of their mobile shield generator before jumping forward once more to take cover under some newly fallen rubble off to the side. That little maneuver seemed to have taken some of their attention off him for a brief moment before they caught sight of his glowing saber once more. He lifted his left hand and promptly began to furiously wave it towards the fortified enemy position - the shattered remains of the building around him began to fly at the enemy - partially crushed duracrete blocks, durasteel rebar, and even dust and pebbles. This kinetic storm began to slam into what had been the front desk. He could hear a howl of surprised pain from the desk and the guttural breathing that followed. The Bryn'adul turned their almost exclusively on him, forcing him to crouch behind a large block of the fallen building. Shots richoceted near him and almost hit his exposed head. Yet he kept it up, telekinetically flinging what had been the reception's couch into the mix. It shattered under impact, spraying the area with stuffing and wooden splinters.

And it had been enough.

Distracted by the Jedi, the Bryn'adul had taken their eyes off of the battle droids. Two of them darted forward and threw a pair of fragmentation grenades into the expedient fortification. A pair of muffled booms reverbrated through the ground floor among billowing clouds and brief but enraged screams. He stood up and rushed forward towards the front desk, intent to subdue the wounded survivors within it.

 

[Felix Aquila]

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Tag: Gir Quee
Equipment:

• - Light-saber
• - Personal Shield
• - Armourweave Clothing

Felix would give an almost apologetic smile as it seemed that he had somewhat lost Salmakk, but he would agree, this was a fantastic opportunity to test the product that he had developed. This wasn't a greenhouse on Pii. Looking towards his calculations, as the last of the satellites would move into place he would loot to their triangulation. Two of them could project a shield around a large moon at full strength, the four that he had here would be enough to project around the planet at the diminished strength it would require to hold in the atmosphere.

"Atmospheric control is engaged, engaging C.Caeli."

Felix would say, pressing a single button sending a signal to several set up cultivation machines peppered across the planet, there weren't many of them... but there didn't need to be, so long as the atmosphere kept some degree of humidity they would spread without problem. Any water on the planet would become hives for the plant based critters and soon enough, breathable oxygen would once again exist in tandem with the natural carbons and nitrateds within breathable air, all within safe quantities.

"The engines are engaged, and they're multiplying, the more humid and moisture that you can introduce to the planet, short of putting it underwater, the better it will be. "

From here, the hard part was over. He'd finished his transaction, and Felix could not be more happy, depending on how well this works out, this would revolutionize his company not to mention with this transaction alone push him into being one of the most prolific businessmen within the Mara Corridor if not the territory of the CIS.

"Well, its been a pleasure, within the next couple of days you'll begin to see a slightly green tint to the planets atmosphere. You needn't worry, its not sick, that's just my little friends doing their job. Within a couple of weeks this planet is going to be back to habitable and you can all move back in. Heck it may be even better than new. "
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[Gir Quee]

Gir sagely nodded at Felix Aquila 's explanations. The Bryn'adul had altered many worlds to their own liking, but even the species of the Bryn'adul needed moisture to survive, nor had the Bryn'adul fully had a chance to conver their world wholly to their liking. Salmakk estimated that the alien invaders had managed to alter the environment halfway to their liking, making it not particularly comfortable to either the native Sarkans nor themselves. With physical possession of the world though, they could dictate the environment with these technologies - but it would need time.

"We should be able to introduce more moisture to the world," said the admiral, "either through these terraformers, or by importing it from some of the uninhabited orbital bodies in this system. Assuming cost isn't much of an issue, given the Sarkan's vast wealth, what would the optimum moisture content be in the atmosphere?"

 

[Aberrant]

Objective 2: Visions of Death
Location: Under siege on Salyrini
Equipment: M30 Sear Grenades (x2) | Quilxyn Shield | Jedi Recon Armor | Tattered Cloak
Tags: Travot Ravenna Sergeant Omen Edep Kre Caedyn Arenais

The next floor held a handful more of the warriors that held a mixed reaction to her form appearing in their view. Her wings flared as her form bowed low to the floor and her less than civil mind took hold for the time being. The shield in her arm flaring before dissipating as large rounds bounced from those defending their position around her. A wing sung through the air and pulled a warrior to the ground. They screamed as their form was drug toward her, being pulled up and acting as a shield for the time being.

Another tried to rush forward to make the desperate move moot, not seeing the desk being ripped from the floor that sent them over the ledge and down to the floor below.

She felt along her belt, pulling a grenade from it's place and lobbing it towards a wall before it rolled behind the rear formation of shooters along the stairway where they had been expecting the most of the intruders to be coming near. The sticky spray covered several while others had been more fortunate to be blocked by their compatriots as Aberrant smiled.

Eyes glowing in the dark as her wings ripped into someone ahead of her living shield.

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Objective 2: Visions of Deatnt
Tags: @Travot Ravenn Edep Kre Aberrant

As Aberrant forged ahead on the upper floors, Omen rushed the Byrn insurgents cover below ahead below. Jumping on top of the desk, he unloaded his weapon into the Byrn defenders hiding behind it. As more Byrn pushed in for a counter-attack, they were beaten back by the Clone's flamethrower in which he had newly installed in his gauntlet. The Mando regret the pain as the Byrn warrior's screams caught on his ears but knew if they had got hold of him, they would have shown him no mercy if the situation turned itself on its head. The only mercy he could show them in return now was a blaster bolt to the head. Save the saving to the Jedi, it is what they claimed they were best at anyways.

Further, he shot and slew till he reached the staircase that lead to the upper levels where he turned back to the upper levels and addressed the soldiers coming up behind them, eager to rid the planet of a menace that had tainted it for too long. "Forward! We free this world together!" And with that, he pushed up the staircase and what might be his impending doom.

 

[Finley Dawson]

Objective 3: BYOB - SCP

As his shuttle approached Salyrini airspace, Finley couldn't help but wriggle his nose like he had just got a whiff of something rotten. In truth, there was no real odor, but instead the taint of death that hung over the subterranean city. The underground bowl of the ruined city was a stark manifestation of the dark pit he felt in the fabric of the Force.

In time the buildings may be rebuilt, the disturbance would still linger.

Linger, and fester if left alone.

"Okay, gang, almost there," Finley called out to his team as he pitched the craft downward toward parallel strips of holographic light. "We'll check into the local field office for a sitrep then get started on sniffing out those engineers."

Thanks to the wealth of the Sarkans, reconstruction efforts in the city had been chugging along at a brisk pace, but it wasn't without its hitches. Construction crews working on the lowest levels had began to disappear left and right, and no one could quite figure out why. The assumption were Bryn raiders, but the Concord and Sarkans had been confident they were initially cleared out before delving into their projects. Patrols and search teams picked up no obvious signs of Bryn activity in the green zones, though.

Needless to say, that confidence was beginning to crumble. There was no point in rebuilding if the safety of the populace couldn't be assured.

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Travot heard the muffled screams above him, along with the clash of battle overhead as Aberrant and Sergeant Omen performed their grizzly tasks. Even more, he could feel it through the Force. He felt bad in a way to say that he had become almost numb to the sensation of death around him - but constant exposure to strife over the years left him with little conscious choice in the matter, even if the deaths of close comrades did get to him sometimes.

He launched himself forward into the breached Bryn'adul stronghold. Two bloodied Baedurin brutes lay on the floor, their toughened flesh burnt and bleeding in dozens of minute streams. Neither of them stirred, yet the man could feel that they were still alive. If they had been normal combatants, the man would have bound them up and provided medical treatment. Yet that was something wholly impractical for two reasons - Bryn'adul biology was not fully understood yet, nor did the Bryn'adul seem to quite understand the idea of prisoners, at least in the conventional, galactic sense. It'd be easiest to simply kill them and put them out of their misery, but intentional death against a helpless foe was a draw for a jedi to the Dark Side. He would have to do it another way. He closed his eyes and focused on their faint thoughts, turning them to more pleasant, simple, and almost mindless thoughts - broodmates and paradise. If they expired in such bliss, at least their passing would be pleasant. If not, they would likely remain subdued for a bit longer which would make it easier for whoever came behind them - most likely a droid which didn't quite have the same moral qualms as the jedi.

As he surveyed the scene, he noticed spent casings, tattered armor and clothing, as well as a number of relatively sundry Bryn'adul weapons. But one object stuck out to him - almost called to him. He picked it up. It's alive...but it feels harmless. With a brief frown, the man attached it to his utility belt. I'll have to ask Aberrant about this once we're done here...or maybe one of the techies can tell me what this is...

With that, the jedi knight left the ruined reception desk and started his way up the stairs to join the rest of the fighting.

 

[Sigrid Forsberg]

Objective 2: Visions of Death
Allies: SJC + Allies ( Travot Ravenna , Sergeant Omen , Edep Kre , Aberrant)
Opposition: Bryn Splinter Forces
Unit: 1x Squad (12) of Elite Beserkers, Lakota (Kobold Blastboat)

On paper, the Bryn'adul Empire may have imploded, but that still left millions or billions of demons left, infesting countless worlds across the Outer Rim and Wild Space. For Jedi, Rangers, and Guardians, winning the war of survival had only been half of the equation. Now came the reclamation, to ensure the Bryn could never rise to terrorize the galaxy again.

It was fitting the campaign had taken them back to Sarka, one of the sites of a crushing defeat of the Silver Concord. Now in a grand reversal, the Bryn would be the ones to experience being uprooted from their hives.

The initial waves had already made landfall spreading throughout the ruins of the city, bearing down on the entrenched enemy positions. She came in as part of the second wave, her unit's gunship primed to shred through any aerial opposition they may encounter. The blastboat was well suited to the task, armed with fast-tracking turbo laser batteries, rapid-fire mass driver turrets, and guided-missile launchers.

Analyzing ground activity on the battlenet, she saw a large contingent of Concord and Confederacy forces massing on the old government tower and adjacent tunnel systems, appearing to move from the base of the building upwards. She figured supporting their assault was a good place to start, hitting the holed-up Bryn from an unexpected angle.

"Noble Squad to Anvil (Travot) we're here to lend a hand. I'm tracking you all working your way up the tower. We'll hit them from the top and meet you right down the middle."

She shifted her attention to the all-Valkyri squad, eleven other hulking masses fitted in heavy power armor. Well over 15 years before, their armor had started off identical gleaming gunmetal finish fresh from the Sasori foundries, but over time each warrior had modified their suits with little cosmetic details to commemorate various battles and triumphs. Along with each decal came carbon scoring and dents and chips on the outer plating that could no longer be buffed out.

It was probably well past time to upgrade to something better, but the armor become a second skin to Sigrid and the others. A walking heirloom to pass down to their successors after each warrior drew their last breath.

Chanting battle hymns in their native tongue, each Ranger stacked up near the bay doors as they slid open. Still, at high altitude, the Lakota lined up for quick airdrop. Bay doors now open, the blackness of space gave way to mottled greens and greys of the pockmarked jungles of the surface.

Her heart quickened as the blastboat punched throw the clouds. Not from fear, but for excitement as the jump was imminent. Over the years she had done a high altitude drop countless times, but they never stopped being thrilling for the barbarian who had practically grown up in the iron age on Midvinter. She could die here today in bliss, content in the knowledge of witnessing wonders never seen by her clan before.

"Greenlight," the lead pilot called out on the intercom. "The path is clear, you're good to go!"

She pulled her helmet down and looked back on her subordinates as the crimson visor flickered to life.

"If you plan to die today, don't drop before you take a hundred demons with you!"

The shieldmaiden clanged her great Tremor Sword against her blast shield with a resounding clang, earning a raucous cheer from the squad.

One by one they kicked out of the diving blastboat, freefalling for a few seconds to gain clearance before activating the flight systems of their power armor. The grey hulks were now speeding bullets, throttling toward the top of the tower of terrifying speed. That was all part of the tactics of the elite shock troopers, literally rocketing onto the site before the enemy could react. They had the added benefit of the enemy focused on the nasty CQB unfolding on the lower levels of the building.

The whole journey took mere seconds, internal computers aiding the Valkyri warriors in flipping their legs downwards to suddenly decelerate the last few kilometers. They still came in fast, with more than enough force to crater the roof with their impact, shields manifesting a visible blue shimmer for a few moments. More than a couple of Bryn defenders were crushed underfoot in a dark explosion of gristle and hemorrhaging fluids. Once more they had become walls of metal and indomitable will.

Despite the initial shock of their landing, the Berserkers were vastly outnumbered. To keep the momentum from the surprise, they had to act fast. Working in pairs, the Valkyri saturated the rooftop defenders from behind their shields, mortar guns spewing a barrage of cryoban grenades. Cold averse Bryn soldiers were literally frozen in place, vulnerable to follow-up attacks by shoulder-mounted cannons, and melee strikes, and Berserkers pounced on the enemy with rocket-assisted jumps.

If the Bryn hadn't noticed them before, they would now as the Beserkers decimated the defenders of the topmost level.

Under her helmet, Sigrid was grinning ear from ear as her tremor sword once again tasted demon blood.

 

[Aberrant]

Objective 2: Visions of Death
Location: Under siege on Salyrini
Equipment: M30 Sear Grenades (x2) | Quilxyn Shield | Jedi Recon Armor | Tattered Cloak
Tags: Travot Ravenna Sergeant Omen Sigrid Forsberg

Violence sang in her blood as she slowly became a spattered blur to those that had made her. A glimpse of death moving with alarming speed in the stuttering lights of the building as something came in on the rooftops. The walls and floor shook with an unknown arrival. The subtle march of steps in disjointed effort marking the unknown as larger than a singular entity as her meat shield began to go limp. Gunfire and the continued presence of her wing mandibles had finally ended the poor creatures existence. The pair of wings pulling the shield apart and lobbing the two halves at different beings.

A short sound of alarm preceded the sound of her body landing on a desk before a larger warrior that made to grab her. Squatting down, she made to stab upwards before the arm came down atop her body and pinned her. Her squall of anger fueled force energy made the beast stumble enough to pry herself from beneath the arm as it's leg came forward and punted her across the room they were in.

The wall crumbled beneath her, a support beam stopping her from being tossed out of the third story as she coughed and collected herself.

<GET UP YOU FAILED MONSTER! YOU COULD NEVER BE US! YOU CAN NEVER BE ONE OF US! YOU WILL NEVER BEAT US!> It roared in their tongue, possibly little more than gibberish to everyone else's ears as it charged forward to grab at her once more.

 

[Travot Ravenna]

In some respects, no matter who you were, no matter where you were, no matter what it was, war never changed.

Impersonal violence was one of those things.

The man rounded a staircase and nearly ran into a squat creature - one of the races that the Concord had speculated was a servant species to the larger Baedurin. Out of reflex, the large man threw a punch with his armored gauntlet into the other being's face and felt the blow soften as it connected with the soft flesh behind it. As the creature staggered backwards and fell onto the rising stairs, he followed up with a harsh stomp onto the creature's face, knocking the being unconscious. Travot continued forward up the stairs just as his wrist comlink crackled with Sigrid Forsberg 's voice.

A faint smile lit up his face as he pressed the wrist com close to his face.

"Good to hear you Noble Squad. We'll meet up soon..."

He pressed through a shattered door to see Aberrant engaged with a larger Baedurin, but before he could intervene in that fight, he felt a familiar sens of danger. On instinct again, he side-stepped, just in time to miss several rounds of some slugthrower weapon wielded by a half-armored Vaydralen emerging through another door. Travot stretched out a hand to wrench the creature's gun from his grasp before sending it flying out of a shattered window. Confusion and shock briefly the enemy warrior before the jedi threw out a Force push into the alien, sending him flying back into the room from whence he had come.

 

[Hayde Torve]

Objective 3: BYOB - SCP

The woman skulked around the war torn streets of Salyrini. Any pretense of disguising herself as a civilian would be pointless at this stage - while the Bryn'adul and the handful of bandits had attempted to keep the native Sarkans, the Silver Jedi Concord, and the CIS from coming, the combat was becoming steadily more one-sided. She found herself relying less and less on her armor's stealth features, and found that her combat scanner was picking up fewer and fewer unidentified life forms. But one unknown heat signature began to emerge on her HUD near some fresh rubble and smoke produced by a recent airstrike. She drew a pistol and watched as the targeting crosshair for the weapon stabilized on the target as she steadied her hand. The lorrdian narrowed her eyes as the image resolved into a wounded Baedurin.

She didn't hesitate.

The woman promptly squeezed the trigger several times in rapid succession - a trio of shatter pistol pellets zipped through the air before ripping through the wounded alien's already burned face. He collapsed onto the ground in a heap. She continued her brisk walk forward.

In many ways, war with the species of the former Bryn'adul Empire had become the new normal. While still fearsome foes, even with the government shattered and split asunder, the bryn'adul had lost much of the mystique and prowess which had previously graced them in earlier encounters. They could be beat, and they would be continued to be beaten. The certainty of such thoughts made the woman care less and less about them, despite the severe danger they continued to throw to the galaxy at large.

No, what was on her mind was another threat that remained largely unknown and misunderstood: the Netherworld. I wonder what Finley Dawson is going to show me...With that, she crossed a street and arrived at their predetermined meeting point.

 

[Sigrid Forsberg]

Objective 2: Visions of Death
Allies: SJC + Allies ( Travot Ravenna Travot Ravenna , Sergeant Omen Sergeant Omen , Edep Kre Edep Kre , [IMG alt="Aberrant"]https://www.starwarsrp.net/data/avatars/s/20/20673.jpg?1636247792[/IMG] Aberrant )
Opposition: Bryn Splinter Forces
Unit: 1x Squad (12) of Elite Beserkers, Lakota (Kobold Blastboat)

The Berserkers were making quick work of the Bryn defenders, disrupting the operation of enemy AA teams in the process. That meant air support could finally roll into the sector.

All was well until sections of the roof cracked upon by hails of red spikes shot up from underfoot. Reflexively, she skipped backward as several burst through the roof right in front of her, mangling a fresh Bryn corpse she had just made. She almost was knocked over as one emerged on her side, scraping against her thigh. Meanwhile, multiple Valkryi were struck by the spikes, armor shimmering as their shields were impacted. One Berserker screamed as one ripped right through his sole, the giant superheated spike. His foot was reduced to smoking numb of cauterized flesh. Sigrid bounded toward the injured Berserker - Sergeant Torbin - dragging him toward the edge of the roof once he was in reach.

"Bail from the roof and assume defensive orbit!" She ordered her squad, then switched to comms with the Lakota. "Deploy droid pods to the roof."

Bryn defenders from the floor below had aimed their guns upward - essentially pocket artillery with those oversized spikes - to wipe out the Valkyri with a surprise attack from an unexpected angle. She had to admit it was a good tactic. Without the flight systems of their armor, they would have been sitting ducks otherwise.

The Valkyri were now in the air again, circling the tower with raised shields, taking preemptive evasive maneuvers while unloading into the floor below with their mortar guns and shoulder launchers. Now it was Bryn's turn to be surprised as they were caught off guard by the hovering attackers suddenly appearing on their level, howling before their voices were overtaken by the explosives plumes that shot out of the openings.

Sigrid didn't join in this counter-attack, actually elevating while staying Torbin. He had stopped screaming as the internal medical suite administered painkillers and bacta shots, but still let out audible groans as the immense pain hadn't been completely nullified.

"L-Let me go, I can make it to the surface," he huffed through gritted teeth. "I'll be fine."

She could read his vitals on her HUD. While his foot was gone and calf shredded from the shock, he was otherwise stable. Still she shook her head, refusing to abandon him.

"No need for heroics," she told him as she rapidly descended towards a street full of Rangers and Jedi. "We achieved our main objective. The battle is already won."

She trusted Captain Lindgren to lead the remaining Berserkers in her stead as she tended to the Sergeant. As she neared the ground, she could see the contrails of the falling droid pods, each containing reinforcements of VYH-2 droids. Their presence wouldn't be missed.

Once on the ground, she handed the Sergeant off to one of the medical teams on the scene, lightly rapping Torbin on the shoulder with her shield.

"You did well today, good story to tell the gang when we're done. Our healers are some of the best, so they'll have back in fighting form before you know it."

She kicked on her thrusters, rocketing back to the rest of her Squad. With Torbin safe and sound, there was still a battle to fight.