Darren Quinn
Good Soldiers Follow Orders
Location: Outside the Balmorran Arms Factory, Sundari Plains
Objective: Survive
Opponents: [member="Ra'a'mah"]
Team: Z1 - Tech; Z2 - Demolition (Unconscious); Z3 - Sniper; Z4 - Medic
Mind clouded by a potent mixture of fading pain and drug-induced euphoria, he was unable to do anything as the Jedi nimbly danced around him after slashing through his arm. Before he was able to turn to face her, he felt a jolt of searing pain even through the combat stims, as lightning coursed through his form.
He attempted to swing his vibroblade back towards her, but he was slow. Far, far too slow. Before he had even been able to commit to the strike, an incandescent blade of energy emerged from his right elbow. His last functional arm going limp. His vibroblade clattering to the ground. He barely felt the pain, his mind clouded and confused as the blade retracted and a brilliant beam of green shot past and blasted into the ground beside them.
That's weird. That's funny. He chuckled slightly, almost manically, as his body was pumped full of stimulants. As he fell to his knees, he felt light. Like a feather. Like he could rise into the sky and fly, if only he wanted to. Maybe he would. Maybe he would soar like the... smack.
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Around the same time as the Lieutenant's helmeted head impacted the dirt, the two troopers that had been sent to the back of the factory rounded the corner on their speeders. They knew something was wrong. Very wrong. They had met surprisingly little resistance on the way into the factory and when they sliced into the terminal they learned the reason why. The factory was under attack. But not by them.
Pushing their speeders to the limit, ignoring stealth protocol, they soared towards the cloud of smoke, fully-charged speeder-mounted laser cannons humming in anticipation.
Objective: Survive
Opponents: [member="Ra'a'mah"]
Team: Z1 - Tech; Z2 - Demolition (Unconscious); Z3 - Sniper; Z4 - Medic
Mind clouded by a potent mixture of fading pain and drug-induced euphoria, he was unable to do anything as the Jedi nimbly danced around him after slashing through his arm. Before he was able to turn to face her, he felt a jolt of searing pain even through the combat stims, as lightning coursed through his form.
He attempted to swing his vibroblade back towards her, but he was slow. Far, far too slow. Before he had even been able to commit to the strike, an incandescent blade of energy emerged from his right elbow. His last functional arm going limp. His vibroblade clattering to the ground. He barely felt the pain, his mind clouded and confused as the blade retracted and a brilliant beam of green shot past and blasted into the ground beside them.
That's weird. That's funny. He chuckled slightly, almost manically, as his body was pumped full of stimulants. As he fell to his knees, he felt light. Like a feather. Like he could rise into the sky and fly, if only he wanted to. Maybe he would. Maybe he would soar like the... smack.
---
Around the same time as the Lieutenant's helmeted head impacted the dirt, the two troopers that had been sent to the back of the factory rounded the corner on their speeders. They knew something was wrong. Very wrong. They had met surprisingly little resistance on the way into the factory and when they sliced into the terminal they learned the reason why. The factory was under attack. But not by them.
Pushing their speeders to the limit, ignoring stealth protocol, they soared towards the cloud of smoke, fully-charged speeder-mounted laser cannons humming in anticipation.
