Racking up some Rebs

[Milligan Praetor]

Milligan's ship landed outside of the shipyards of Lameredd. Milligan creeped around until he found a hole in the wall. He ducked through it and came up behind a Sullustan working on a turret of a corvette. The Sullustan welded the outer piece of the turret together and turned around face to face with Milligan.

Milligan drew his combat knife and plunged it straight through the Sullustan's throat. Milligan crept over to the turret and used a power tool to grind it open. Milligan hot wired the wires into a trap. Milligan now had the power to fire the turret whenever he wanted to. He swiveled the turret around to a row of starfighters getting ready to be loaded and shipped out. He blasted them to pieces. Milligan then placed a sack of thermal detonators inside of the ship.

Milligan set the timer to 30 seconds and sprinted back under the hole and about 80 yards away. When Milligan turned around he saw many things. He saw Reb soldiers fanning out around the shipyards and a blistering hole in the side of the blazing corvette

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

Mara wasn't a member of the Rebel Alliance -- at least, not anymore. She'd banthacrapped her way into joining when she was younger, and that had lasted not very long at all due to the whole 'being a kid' thing. Since then, the Alliance had set up shop at Lameredd, Geonosis, and Ryloth, giving them a foothold next to the Techno Union. Now a Knight and a Warden of the Sky, she'd come to look around, to see what might have been.

Right now, 'what might have been' comprised an under-construction corvette somehow having the power to fire on nearby starfighters, before half its flank vanished in a baradium detonation, all of it visible over a nearby wall. 'What might have been' comprised a Rebel lockdown, soldiers everywhere -- and one man in armor doing a dead sprint out of a convenient hole in that wall.

Putting him outside the shipyard, and right in front of a certain grubby young spacer. She pulled a narrow hydrospanner-looking thing from her belt but didn't activate it.

The half-Zeltron empath wrinkled her nose. "You want to tell me why you smell like satisfaction and ill intent, friend?"

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[Milligan Praetor]

Milligan eyed the women suspiciously, and drew his assault rifle,"Just having some fun, that's all".

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

[member="Milligan Praetor"]

The time for talk had pretty clearly ended. That assault rifle meant business, and behind him a plume of smoke was rising over the wall. Mara half-crouched, weight evenly distributed on the balls of her feet. She wore tough but flexible spacer's boots, the kind that would let her grip a wreck's bulkheads -- or uneven ground. She tasted his suspicion on the wind through the telempathic senses she'd inherited from her birth mother and honed with the Jedi.

Well, time to give his suspicions some validity.

She broke into a zigzagging run across the relatively short distance between them. The blocky, hydrospanner-y thing in her hand disgorged a silver lightsabre blade, thinner than normal. Her hand fell naturally into a precise fencer's grip as she brought the blade up and leveled it at him mid-run.

 

[Milligan Praetor]

Milligan was startled when the woman sprinted at him and when she leveled her saber he rolled out of the way, raised his rifle, and fired about seven to eight shots.

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

[member="Milligan Praetor"]

At one sharp turn of Mara's zigzagging run, she planted her foot and leaped toward him, aiming to pass right side to right side. Blasterfire slashed past her; her silver lightfoil flicked a pair of shots out of the air, but the momentum half-spun her around on her final approach, wrenching her arm in a flare of pain. Wardens of the Sky, like her, blended deft short-range telekinesis with martial art, and the classic application was a gun redirect. Her empty hand flicked out beside her, away from him, and the muzzle of his assault rifle torqued away from her. Blaster shots snapped through the air behind her back. He'd be able to overcome the quick Force grip if he muscled through; alternately, he might take another course. Either way, the move had been nothing but a cover to keep her safe from his assault rifle's barrage. Her feet dug into the ground, arresting her momentum as she entered sabre range. Her blade flicked out at his closer ankle, the right one, then up at his rifle's muzzle.

 

[Milligan Praetor]

Milligan freed his rifle's grip of the force but a sharp flare of pain entered his ankle which caused his rifle to go upwards and narrowly miss the sabre. "You're going to pay for that Jedi!" He snarled. He threw a powerful right hook at his opponent's jaw, followed by Milligan blasting at [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]'s chest.

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

[member="Milligan Praetor"]

His right side was already toward her, and hers toward him, which put her feet in an awkward place to skip back. Instead, she ducked, leaning backwards almost implausibly far. His fist passed over her head. Blasterfire clipped her temple; just a graze, but the pain was nearly crippling. Her sabre had struck and burned, hit him on the ankle -- that was something. It probably meant he couldn't switch weight to that leg without falling.

So as her back hit the ground, right side toward him, she slashed out for his other leg. The shin, really: low enough that she could hit it easily from the ground, high enough that he couldn't just jump over the blade. That put her arm too close to his injured foot for comfort -- a simple stomp would shatter her bones -- but she made the motion quick and aimed to retract quickly as well.

 

[Milligan Praetor]

Milligan did not see the saber flash out at his other leg and so he did the fastest thing he could think of... Fall down. Milligan felt a fist under him and pressed all his weight down.

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

[member="Milligan Praetor"]

His weight crashed down on her sabre hand with bruising force, pinning her to the ground. She repressed a shriek of indignation and, well, agony. Her primary weapon, caught inside a hand that might well be broken, was snared underneath him. Scything it up at his chest simply wasn't an option.

But she could wiggle it.

The lightsabre turned in her hand, impelled by her will as much as by her grip. He had to be in contact with the ground at several points -- shoulder, elbow, hand, face, knee, anything. Her fist was caught under his chest with the sabre in it. She swivelled the weapon, hoping for the blade to make contact with his armor somewhere. Even just the powerpack of the rifle that had been in his left hand.

Meanwhile, her left hand attempted to get a grip on his right arm, enough to help her control her motion if he moved to strike her with it. Enough to shove herself away, just far enough that he couldn't elbow her.

 

[Oddball]

[member="Milligan Praetor"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]

Oddball was relaxing at the time of the attack, he had just returned from his latest mission of training some of the newbies on Geonosis for any upcoming attacks. The life of an ex confederate clone commando was never easy though, it was always get up and go, and oddball was ok with that. But what he was not ok with was someone coming onto his base and blowing up his stuff, that was generally uncool in most books. So oddball had to mobilize fast, and very fast at that. So he slipped on a fleximetal Undermesh shirt and a blast vest atop that and ran outside with his Red Dead Assault Rifle in hand and rallying other rebel soldiers with him despite being in his bear feet.

As he made his way out to the commotion he heard the unmistakable sound of a lightsaber and it's gentle hum, oh that was just fantastic now there was a force user to deal with. So the force dead clone pushed up with a squad of about ten other rebels found two downed targets that looked to still be alive. Now oddball didn't know who was who but it was pretty clear that the dude in the scary black armor was probably trying to kill them, but oddball wasn't about to take chances. Especially not with whoever either of these people were, they needed to stop any aggression before they could sort out who was who. A few spotlights struck down on the two who looked to be wrestling or something. Either way this would be handled by the books. The squad formed a circle around the two and lifted their weapons up to make sure if anyone tried anything they would shoot.

"Drop your weapons and put your hands behind your backs!" oddball said cocking his weapon afterwards to make sure his point got across.

 

[Milligan Praetor]

His opponent's saber crashed into Milligan's arm and cut deep. Milligan rolled off of her clutching his arm in pain. He saw a rebel squad formed up around him."Get the frig away from me" then he raised his blaster rifle with his right hand.

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

[member="Milligan Praetor"] [member="Oddball"]

Mara stayed on the ground, out of the line of probable fire. She deactivated her lightsabre, rolled away from it, and put her hands behind her head as instructed. Her right hand screamed in protest.

Yup. Definitely broken.

 

[Oddball]

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Oddball and the squad of rebel troopers remained in a circle formation as everything seemed to settle, by the looks of things the Jedi needed medical attention and she would get some after they were done here. Oddball's head turned to the man in dark armor and he stared at him for a second before he heard him speak about getting away from him and lifting the gun. Now here's where morality came into question. The man was clearly hurt and he wasn't going to be using that blaster rifle to the extent of it's full potential any time soon. But at this range he probably didn't need to aim, they were about six or seven meters away and a simple spray could kill a man. So this was a choice that most police officers had to face, do you kill the man or do you try and bring him down with less than lethal force?

There was no way the man was escaping he was surrounded and more and more rebel troopers were showing up and the shipyards were scrambling. Star fighters screamed above and a spotlight was shining down on the two suspects. He would have to blast his way off a base with hundreds of troopers and personnel, that was something that just really didn't happen. So oddball collected these thoughts in a flash and made his choice.

"Gun!!" he yelled and made a hand sign to the squad of what type of ammo to use.

Switching to stun the squad of rebel troopers opened fire on the man in black armor sending bright blue rings of stun energy at him from multiple angles that were intended to splash down against the concrete if they missed rather than into the man standing on the opposite side. Oddball lifted his slug thrower and aimed a bullet at the back of the man's shin, squeezing off a single bullet he hoped he could help take the man down and then get him medical attention.

 

[Milligan Praetor]

Milligan saw the stun bolts coming, and knew there was no way he could avoid them. So all he did was fire as many rounds as possible at the troopers before he himself was taken down. However, it wasn't him who was stunned, it was his armor, so he had to wait for all his systems to come back online.

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

@Oddball @Milligan Praetor

A storm of noise and weapons fire filled the air above her. She stayed face-down, hands behind her head, one hand broken.

This isn't fear. I'm not staying here because of fear. I'm staying here because my gut says this is the best place to be.

She considered levitating her lightsabre and activating it to punch through the raider's armor, but the risk didn't seem worth it. Besides, their stun weapons would overpower his armor's resistance shortly. Even if he'd had some kind of agrinium-mesh Faraday cage contrived into the armor, the two lightsabre injuries she'd given him would likely be enough of a breach to make the stun weapons effective after repeated fire.

 

[Oddball]

[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Milligan Praetor"]

A rebel trooper was hit by a spray of bolts in the gut and went down clutching his stomach as light smoke pulled from the wound in his mid section. The smell of burnt flesh and small embers of orange flared from the burnt cloths, that's when he started to scream. With overwhelming pain he hit the ground and clutched at his wound hard, and that was the only excuse oddball needed to take this man down. He had already killed rebel personnel, men with families and children, and when he tried to show him mercy he chose to go down in flames. So be it.

"Take him down!" Oddball yelled to his men and the blasters came off stun.

The two were still surrounded from every side and the Jedi remained on the ground out of the line of fire that was now being projected on the hostile target. Oddball and other rebels began to fire select shots at the bounty hunter. Leg shots, gut shots, anything that wouldn't hit the heart or brain. Oddball wanted this man alive still but stun bolts were too nice for him, if he was going down and being taken it was going to be with a slug stuck in his gut or a blaster burn to his body. he'd get medical treatment when this was over and after that a nice long stay in a maximum security jail on the dark side of Ryloth.

Above head multiple gunships surrounded the troops on the ground, snipers pointed rifles at the man and made sure he wasn't going anywhere.

 

[Milligan Praetor]

As Milligan's suit armor came back online again, he was flung backwards by bullets burrowing themselves into his armor. He gritted his teeth and fired at anything and everything he could, because he knew it wouldn't be long before he was taken down. He shouted to [member="Oddball"] "Too weak to face me one on one, eh?".

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

[member="Oddball"] [member="Milligan Praetor"]

A circle of soldiers, under close-range fire, going for a variety of shots including leg shots -- it was only a matter of time until a stray blaster bolt slammed into Mara's back. She felt a deep wrongness; then she felt cold; then everything went dark.

 

[Oddball]

Oddball's eyes widened when the Jedi was hit by the crossfire between the troopers and the man in black. His eyes quickly darted over to her but were called elsewhere as another rebel trooper went down from a blaster bolt. He couldn't scream, he couldn't make a noise to tell how much pain he felt. He could only gasp and choke on air and blood, that sight made Oddball's blood boil. It made him want to breathe smoke and stomp puppies, he wanted to find this man's family and make them watch as he filleted him alive. There had been enough death today, and this was over.

"You karking bastard!!" There was not going to be a one on one.

No. That was too good for him, between the Jedi passed out or dead in a pool of her own blood and two men down oddball wasn't going to give this bastard the satisfaction. Snipers above fired accurate blaster shots and rebel troopers kept pouring bolt after bolt into the man's seemingly invincible armor. But there wasn't time for that, right now there were men down and they needed to be taken care of along with this man. So oddball slung his weapon and rolled forward keeping his head down as bolts passed over him.

The force dead fett clone grabbed the woman and latched on to her by the back of her collar. Taking her in hand he pulled her out of the circle as the other troopers laid down fire on the man in black. Holding the passed out Jedi in his arms Oddball tapped at her cheek trying to keep her awake and lucid.

"Come on stay with me! You're not gonna die here! Not like this!" oddball said as he clutched the woman tight.

"GET ME A BLOODY MEDIC!!" He exclaimed loudly.

[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Milligan Praetor"]