Location: The Capital City
Objective: Help liberate Mirial....and don't die
Allies: [member="Europa Draav"] | SJO in area
Enemies: [member="Dante Sotari"] |[member="Morgan Vance"] | The Sith Empire
Gear: {In Sig) Shield | {In Sig) Dagger | Lightsaber | A180 Blaster
The blue saber pointed forward towards [member="Lord Ghoul"] for a strike, but at the last moment, Stephanie twisted her body to spin in the air, turn her orientation around and land beside a bank of thin ventilation pipes feeding into a building. She covered her face with the shield and sliced them across, cutting the pipes open and releasing a spew of hot steam up towards the Sith.
It wasn’t an attack; it was to by the other Jedi time in attacking and serving as a distraction. But, for now, Stephanie had to keep moving.
”Get moving Miss Swail, we’re headin’ your way!”
Stephanie looked up to the darker skies, small embers and hints of smoke blowing across the breeze, mixed between the fighters and blasts shooting back and forth. She broke into a run deeper into the city, through the streets to get to a space where her transport could hover. It took less than 30 seconds for her to enter a small plaza and the Ranger drop-ship swooped in low to hover above ground.
The Ranger was stood, helmet off, grinning with her hand out.
”Need a ride?”
Without hesitation, Stephanie grabbed the extended arm and hoisted herself up. She hadn’t even gripped the hand rail for stability before the ship was up and away again with a whine of engines.
”The fighters are reporting a cannon of some sort if operational and can knock out our air support, or at least make it impossible to land, so we gotta go try take it down and a Jedi is just what we need!”
Stephanie could see the battle for Mirial in full swing around and beyond the capital city. Her head lowered, eyes closed. The price of war was high; but if the Jedi didn’t act now to keep the Sith horde back, they would crawl out and enslave the whole galaxy just as they had done with Mirial and wanted to do to the border of Silver space.
Then, her head snapped up, concern in her eyes.
”Turn around. Drop me here.”
The Ranger looked confused.
”What? We need you, the cannon…”
”You can take the cannon as a unit together – you are strong enough and have the air support. Blow that thing to hell and keep in contact! Hover here!”
With a nod, the Ranger turned and hit the pilot on the shoulder twice. The transport banked and came down over a row of buildings. Stephanie was up and hanging from the side.
”There is an aura down there in pain; one of our own is close to death,” she said, scouting the city below.
”May the Force be with us,” she grinned at her Jedi friend.
Stephanie nodded and let go, dropping to the slate building roof. She slid down and dropped over the lip, out of sight. The Ranger took the ship back up to head to do what they could to the weapon now in play with their air support.
A couple of bodies lay in the street – one a rotting corpse, one a Mirilian. Stephanie held her shield up, hearing the disorientating noises all around and the stench of burning metal and rotten flesh. She wrinkled her nose.
A deathly howl came from inside one of the buildings.
More TIE fighters could be heard in the skies with their screaming engines.
One boot slowly crossed in front of the other as she walked, eyes peeled on either side, the grit crunching underneath. To her left, a grinding of metal and crumble of stone caught her attention and she span, lightsaber igniting to cast a blue hue over the murky street. She stared with intensity at the building with a door hanging off its hinges.
A familiar green-skinned Mirilian came into view, and she let out a sigh of relief. Thank the Force she had been found.
”Miss Draav? You’re safe now, if you remember me? I’m Stephanie Swail…from…”
Europa wasn’t well. She didn't look normal. Something wasn’t right.
The look in her eyes was one of the walking dead, and she was heading straight for her.