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Siv Dragr

Kes Stag

Directly engaging:

Zlova Rue And likely a room full of blaster fire.

"How disappointing," sighed Cass as she advance again on the Twi'lek, she wished she knew more about her attacker.

Calling over to the other people in the room "you guys need to take these crates while you can, we aren't stopping here forever" it was true, many pirates would have bolted at the first sign of trouble. Why hire pirates? Other than them being expendable, but then so we're most mercenaries. This whole thing reeked of a setup. "Guys, we need to find a way out" it was the last thing she said to isidor and dispara before she reached the assailant. She attacked with a series of small fast blows that were deflected and she in turn blocked several of her assailants, although she was getting closer. One end of the saber slicing into her skin suit. The suit overloaded and melted, but that small amount of resistance was the difference between a bad burn and a deep wound.

She felt like she saw her opening and she felt her hands more rapidly as the sabers agreed with her decision, aiming for the lower ribcage and elbow, she struck through Zlova's defences, it was slim shot, but it was a shot.

Zlova Rue · Sep 28, 2021

Zlova's staff whipped up to block Cass' strikes. A few twists of the wrist, some spins of the staff, a quick jab at the woman's face. The two women pressed their assaults gaining and giving ground all the while. It seemed Cass was eager to leave with what she said too. Probably explained the dizzying speed with which their blades clashed.

The thought occurred to the Lethan to avoid the strike as Cass went low on her opponent. She was, after all, a fast and agile opponent more than one that shattered plants by swinging their saber down at the surface. But like her clash with Isidor, Zlova felt like she needed to make a point. Not just to the pirates, but her Mandalorian friends.

Cass or her saber that aimed for Zlova's rib cage would feel the connection as they moved around the red woman. The other blade didn't catch her arm, but most would be okay with landing a blow to the torso.

Both arms fell to the Lethan's sides, the saber staff held in the opposite hand from where Cass had struck. Those from afar might pause in wonder, but anyone in close -- dangerously close -- wouldn't wait long. Zlova's head rolled up and to the side. Blazing golden rings shone even in the light cast over the bay, and a face-splitting grin peeled the Twi'lek's dark lips back. "That's one," her voice could be heard throughout the bay, "thirsty for more?"

The free hand whose arm obscured where the blow hit stretched out away from Zlova's body. A quick look wound reveal a nasty burn where the blade struck, but not that of a blade having carved a hole in her side. The Force had provided a similar protection against Cass as the woman's suit had moments earlier; though there'd been a significant difference in contact area. All of which did nothing to deter the Sith among them. If anything, it only drew out the beast of rage.

Crates surrounding their makeshift dueling ring lifted straight up into the air. With a throaty "Ha," a several smaller ones shot out toward a few pirates lolligaging about at the scene in a merciless game of Catch. Even a ship nearby made a booming groan as though it had nearly been lifted of the ground, but opted to reclaim its parking spot.

The crates abruptly fell out of the air. Zlova reached around and broke the staff apart into two separate blades again as she turned to face Cass. The shadows around her eyes deepened as she lowered her chin. Maybe someone needed to die before her friends came out shooting or blew something up. Just so happened Zlova had a perfectly fine rump-roast before her eyes to carve up.

Shoot Me, Baby:

Cass Gemini |

Isidor Justeene | Dispara | Vince Avery
Support Your Local Sith:

Kranak Vizsla |

Siv Dragr |

Kes Stag |

Thonn Rokkal |

Kronn K'taris
Combat Status: The World vs. Red Devil

Isidor Justeene · Sep 29, 2021

Location: Starbase Yamarro
Equipment:

Captain Isidor Justeene's Blaster Rifle, Isidor's Sword, Calypso's Thunder - electro blaster pistol, various explosives, Isidor's Speed Bike

Ship: Blood Lightning
Tags:

Calypso's Thunder Electro Blaster Pistol
GSV-2 Vibromachete
Fuel Gun
Partial Reinforced Fiber Armor
Knife

Siv Dragr Vince Avery

Thonn Rokkal

Kes Stag Dispara

So the Cortosis did its job and the amethyst Lightsabre shut off albeit temporarily. He took another swing or at least tried to but managed to avoid a forehead check with the hilt. He did take another swipe at the Red Twi’lek but she caught it and he was body-checked and pushed out of the fight.

No matter he knows that his weapon resists Lightsabres and can leave very brutal wounds in the skin. So, he took a momentary breather, but once he regained momentum he’ll go right back into fighting. A blaster bolt screamed past his head which felt hot even with his helmet on. It didn’t look to be going in their favour at all.

<“Feth it all.”> He snarled, frustration building as it became more apparent that they are going to lose this fight.

So, he took cover behind the nearest crate. He returned fire and, watching Zlova and Cass battle it out, their blades crashing together. Then the crates lifted into the air, and he had to dodge when they went crashing back down. Even the ship roared in protest. He signalled to those who are still dawdling in the periphery to start removing crates, they will withdraw but with something short of compensation.

They are leaving, they are outnumbered and it’s not a good situation to be in. So, they are going to take what they can. Isidor had to get Cass out of there or at least give her back up again to properly even the odds and allow her to breathe easier and not get backed into the proverbial corner. These certainly didn’t look like fair odds though he thought grumpily picking up his sword once more.

Time to get a good fight in before they fully pull out and leave. So, he joined the fray once more, sword raised and ready to strike the Red Lady.

Dispara · Sep 29, 2021

Dispara let her eyes dart from the armored man standing over the crate to see what Tyra found worthy to interrupt. It seems things with the red woman were not going so well. In the glimpse she caught, Cass and Isidor had their hands full. Who the hell was she? Her icy gaze shifted back to the stranger. At this point, she wasn't sure if Vince and his men would get the cargo out before the crimson queen got them all, or the Mando's showed up to spoil the party. She heard Cass' desperate call to find a way out. She shrugged, sighed and looked at the man still standing over the crate. "Whatever, knock yourself out. Tyra, comm the crew, get them over to secure an exit for us. "

Turning back to make her way to help her friends, Dispara barely caught sight of the falling crate coming at her. With a flick of Force, she moved in a blurr to avoid the falling box. It did strike Tyra, knocking her down. Unconscious or dead, the half-Sephi pirate couldn't tell. "Oh, hell no..." She murmured and darted towards the epicenter of the fight, pulling her comm out with one hand, drawing the vibromachete in the other.

"Toolug, get the Boudoir fired up, send a team this way, and scope out the roof. Comm the Kyber and the Lightning and alert them." She barked into the comm. Gritting her teeth, she called on Darkness to slither down the blade of her weapon. The Force-imbued vibromachete would withstand the blows of those lightsabers, for a bit at least. Dispara could see Isidor with his blade, readying again to join the fight. She juked to take an opposite approach, forcing the mysterious red Twi'lek to fight on three sides.

Isidor Justeene Vince Avery

Kronn K'taris

Cass Gemini · Sep 29, 2021

Equipped: Calypso's Thunder, Harlequin sabers, Gravpack, Viper mk2 skinsuit
Ship: Midnight Kyber
NPCs: Crew of the Midnight Kyber

Tags
Allies:

Isidor Justeene Dispara Vince Avery
Enemies:

Siv Dragr

Kes Stag

Directly engaging:

Zlova Rue And likely a room full of blaster fire.

As Cass felt her lightsaber hit home, she was momentarily happy, but it was short lived, her light saber doing very little damage to the creature.

She stood back in awe as her opponent did, something, and a change happened in their combat, her power was now more than clear and Cass needed to escape. "Isidor, Dispara, we need to get out of here now, screw these slugs, they aren't worth risking our lives over"

Cass would begin to fight a retreat, the three of them wound likely be able to take the single foe, but it left them entirely vulnerable to her allies with no other support other than the courier who so far had done very little to shift the combat. Like them, he probably was more concerned with protecting his own ass, but didn't have that pirate spirit to throw him into combat.

The three of them would begin to retreat together, Cass would not lightlt leave her friends behind, but she was clear to them, if they were stupid and chose to fight a losing battle, it would be their funeral and not hers.

Cass remembers a route they could use, sending a mental thought to Pixie, she requested a pickup. The Stealthy Sciss fighter would be on its way at high speed and could rescue them from the roof.

Aria Vestra · Sep 29, 2021

Zlova Rue · Sep 29, 2021

Kranak Vizsla was on the verge of seeing a new side of the Sith Mandalorian as the pirate Queen Cass' strike had drawn out a crazed passion. It was unwise to rely on such a chaotic power, but it did have the luxury of overcoming extreme physical stress -- such as a deep burn whose flame reignited a new with every movement about Zlova's side.

Both Isidor and Dispara came to Cass' aide in her time of need. A trio of souls eager to end the Lethan that threatened to undo their lucrative deal. Fiery, golden eyes swept over the pair as they stepped forward while the toothy grin held steady. Slowly one of the sabers crossed before her face and Zlova mimed licking its length while her gaze lingered on Isidor and his delightful cortosis blade.

All they needed to do was strike. One blow. One move to engage and their crazed opponent would bring ruin and devastation to any within her sight.

Cass said something. Something unimportant. As Zlova stood there her thoughts were on butchering her enemies. Which of them would step forward and claim their prize? Cass, it felt, had withdrawn a step rather than bait her Twi'lek opponent into another bout. It would be nice if a Sith had any concept of honor -- that they wouldn't step someone in the back. There was no such expectation, however. If the trio sought to withdraw they should do so quickly and ideally in unison; as the slowest one to leave the Red Devil's reach might end up being eaten.

Shoot Me, Baby:

Cass Gemini |

Isidor Justeene | Dispara | Vince Avery
Support Your Local Sith:

Kranak Vizsla |

Siv Dragr |

Kes Stag |

Thonn Rokkal |

Kronn K'taris
Combat Status: The World vs. Red Devil

Aves Wren · Sep 30, 2021

Messorem

Shai Maji

Alora Vizsla

"You were kind enough to give an offer, so let me give you one in return."

Her lips drew up in a hint of a smile, but her eyes were fixed on him and she kept her position.

"Perhaps you should move on out of here."

When Messorem moved out of the booth, she stepped toward it. It wasn't a move to block him off so much as to get the wall behind her and Messorem between her and the other Mandalorians watching over this place.

As they spoke and she moved, she now had her right shoulder toward Messorem, allowing her to slip her hand from its position hanging on her belt to the little box clipped in next to her blaster. Aves was young, yes. She was a little inexperienced. But she had her bag full of tricks, even without her beskar'gam.

She was a Wren, after all.

"This is our turf now."

It was a new age for Lyran IV.

Isidor Justeene · Sep 30, 2021

Location: Starbase Yamarro
Equipment:

Captain Isidor Justeene's Blaster Rifle, Isidor's Sword, Calypso's Thunder - electro blaster pistol, various explosives, Isidor's Speed Bike

Ship: Blood Lightning
Tags:

Siv Dragr Vince Avery

Thonn Rokkal

Kes Stag Dispara

The fight wasn’t going anywhere and the longer they stayed the more chance of them dying by Lightsabre. This means none of this will matter, the Slugs are lost. They were surrounded and Isidor was not stupid, no he knew when to get away from a situation that could cost him everything, his comrades, his ship, or his life. So, he took Cass’s example and began to fight defensively to make it easier for them to escape. Making sure to not get hit in the process which would end the day on an even more of a sour note.

Their Courier wasn’t engaging in the fight at hand well, that didn’t surprise the Ubese. Many such people just collect shipments and leave. Which was what this was supposed to be; a simple cargo protection run. But simple isn’t exactly known to the Galaxy and, Isidor knew it. This is now a fight to escape, survive and recuperate is exactly what they were doing now.

All plans of Mice and Men and all that. He never really got that saying. It made no sense. He sent a distress call to the Lightning, with an order to go on high alert and to be ready to pick them up and high tail it out once everyone was safely onboard. He couldn’t directly speak over the COMM because he didn’t know who may be listening in this room.

But then he looked up at the roof, something cooking in his mind. A plan of escape. He tapped Cass on the shoulder as he discreetly pointed up to a maintenance hatch above. He did this to make sure no one can listen in. He got a pingback alerting him that his ship is on its way to their location.

Thonn Rokkal · Sep 30, 2021

Friendly:

Calypso's Thunder Electro Blaster Pistol
GSV-2 Vibromachete
Fuel Gun
Partial Reinforced Fiber Armor
Knife

Siv Dragr

Kes Stag

Zlova Rue
Hostile:

Cass Gemini Vince Avery

Isidor Justeene Dispara

Two were plenty to help the place the charges, and Thonn saw the provision of fire support as the best action he could take. Kranak had the other repeater cannon after all, and it made more strategic sense to have them in different positions. The first thing most did when faced with such a volume of fire was to seek cover from it. Those he’d come to fight could seek cover from his blaster fire, or from Kranak’s. If he positioned himself well however, they wouldn’t be able to seek cover from both.

Returning the nod, Thonn set about finding a position to hold overwatch. He needed a good vantage point with sufficient cover himself, something that would allow him to lay down covering fire for a withdrawal without leaving his position exposed and obvious to whatever enemy might arrive. He found one such spot between the crates along a wall, affording him enough cover while still giving him a wide view of the hangar. If a fight broke out, he was in prime position to suppress any who might try and take them by surprise. He kind of hoped they would, the situation they’d find would be a trap. With heavy blaster fire from two separate arcs and the capable Zlova not far away, Thonn couldn’t imagine such a counterattack by these criminals would stand a chance.

Thonn would only remain secure in his position a moment longer, before the crates themselves began to move. In reflexive shock, he leapt from his position of cover before he had even rationalized the cause of it. Sure enough, it was the work of Zlova tapping into the force, doing force stuff. Good that she was on their side, but he was kind of using that as cover.

Not that cover was needed, their opponents were already making a retreat. It looked like that concern over that possible counterattack was pointless, the criminals had no inclination to escalate the fight after all.

Isidor drew his sword and rushed at her with it. Despite the urge to join in the battle Thonn he couldn’t open fire without risking hitting Zlova by proxy. The others were behind cover, probably looking for a means to escape. All firing on them would accomplish was keeping them pinned down where they were, and it he couldn’t shoot them then the next best thing was to see them depart. If they wanted to retreat that was fine; their mission was to destroy the shipment; the thugs merely happened to be in the way. They just needed them either dead or gone. While he preferred the former solution, he wouldn’t hesitate to accept the latter.

Kronn K'taris · Sep 30, 2021

Concealed in the rooftops, another two guards are taken down swiftly. By the time they heard the blaster bolt, it had already hit its mark. But I can't stay in one spot for too long as the sweeps intensify.

"Toolug, get the Boudoir fired up, send a team this way, and scope out the roof. Comm the Kyber and the Lightning and alert them," [Dispara] barked into the comm.

[Isidor] sent a distress call to the Lightning, with an order to go on high alert and to be ready to pick them up and high tail it out once everyone was safely onboard. He couldn’t directly speak over the COMM because he didn’t know who may be listening in this room.

But then he looked up at the roof, something cooking in his mind. A plan of escape. He tapped Cass on the shoulder as he discreetly pointed up to a maintenance hatch above. He did this to make sure no one can listen in. He got a pingback alerting him that his ship is on its way to their location.

I've been made. Behind me, I can hear some guards climbing the rooftop access ladder. As a helmeted head peeks over the edge, I shoot him right in the face mask. His respirator explodes in a shower of sparks as he falls. A moment later an arm holding a blaster fires blindly. I dodge and take cover, firing back. I hear shouting in Huttese and more footfalls below.

It's time to bug out; I set an explosive charge on the side of the large industrial unit on the roof and then pop off a few blaster bolts to draw them in. Just before the bomb goes off, my jetpack fires a short burst, just enough to get to the next building. I can feel the heat of the fireball as I fly across and land on the other side. As I run, I take a quick look behind me, seeing the desired effect of a few enemy goons set ablaze. Blaster fire from men on foot running below whizzes by as I dash toward new cover.

Just then, I see incoming ships. One of them sees the firefight below and adjusts course for a strafing run.

"Fleekin' Fark."

The vessel's point-defense turbolaser cannons rain down bolts of red hellfire on the rooftops, sweeping for any potential threats to their ships. I dive for the street as the building I'm standing on begins to disintegrate. The explosion propels me with extra speed and I go careening into the dirt. I try to roll with the fall, but that one was rough. I know I'd feel it later.

As I'm getting to my feet, I'm ganged up on by half a dozen spacer-pirates. One of them tries to stab a vibroblade into me before I can stand. A spinning leg sweep lashes out and he falls down. A blaster shot to the head makes sure he'll stay down. More blaster fire comes my way, I roll to dodge and pop off two blaster bolts when I rise up to my feet. Each thug takes a hit; three down, three to go.

A shot from a Trandoshan's heavy blaster pistol strikes my left flank. I can smell burnt electronics along with my own charred flesh; my jet pack has been rendered useless. The blaster shot which damaged the left thruster also burned into the part of my suit at my lower back not covered in Beskar. A smoking, blackened hole is there, so in a move of poetic justice, I blast my flame unit at the reptilian while he charges at me, attempting to close in for a point blank shot. Even as he's burning, he flails his fiery arms at me. I quickly sidestep his rush and put him out of his misery.

The two remaining thugs look at each other and decide to retreat. I let them run for several meters before plugging each of them in the back with a couple of well-placed blaster shots.

As I thought, it looks like the scum and villainy are trying to make a break for it. I don't meet alot of resistance as they're running for the dropships or small starships that were capable of a quick touch-and-go landing. Overhead, I see brothers in arms flying and shooting, still taking the fight to active pockets of enemy resistance. Others are attempting to kill or capture fleeing pirates and other bad guys.

After I apply a bacta spray and a synthskin bandage on my wound, I run on foot to head off the nearest lander I can find. I crouch behind a parked speeder and fire at a small shuttle. The men fire back as they climb inside, but they're not my target. I concentrate my blasts at the port thruster assembly. After the fourth blast, I finally crack through the outer shell and penetrate the engine housing. The ship's engines explode, destroying the bloodslug cargo and the sleemos trying to make off with it. I attempt to do the same to another ship, but they're already lifting off and without anti-aircraft weaponry, I can't bring them down.

I continue to mop up down on the street level while I signal

Saija Kwann and

Chordok to get the bacta tank ready.

Dispara · Oct 1, 2021

There seemed to be a lull, a single breath the room, the starbase took. The crimson Twi'lek broke her attack for a moment, The blaster fire from the roof ceased. There was still movement, chaos, but there seemed to be a solitary second when the galaxy said...

Get the hell out!

Cass had called it. Things were sliding sideways. They had guarded the cargo until the crew came to pick it up. Their job was technically done. Vince and his guys could keep fighting if they wanted the slugs, but the pirates were out. Dispara halted her charge, skidding to a halt before reaching Cass and Isidor. She changed course to get back to Tyra. The blue Twi'lek was still on the ground from the collision with the falling crate. Dispara caught a glimpse of a someone across the bay slipping from one pile of crates to another. "Shyke on a shingle..." Dispara cursed, employing the Force to streak back to Tyra, coming to an abrupt halt in front of her First Mate. Suddenly, there was an explosion above. Dispara cowered as debris falls to the floor, a piece of her fiber armor torn off of her shoulder by a chunk of metal.

Looking up, she saw Toolug the Dug at the entrance to the bay from which Dispara had entered. "Can you get up?" Dispara asked Tyra, who was conscious by then. "Yeah." The Twi'lek replied. "Then get off your ass and move, woman!" Dispara barked, helping pull the pirate to her feet. It was then that the pirate witch saw her friend's other arm, it was heavily wounded by a cauterizing blaster blow, rendered useless and likely destroyed. Dispara began to help her first mate to the exit, her blaster pistol drawn, her gaze continually darting back to check on Cass and Isidor, and to spy out enemies as she made for the door. Worried about the unknown figure sneaking around, she took a moment of concentration to focus the Force through her vision, to see beyond the numerous stacks of goods in the bay. There, in nefarious outlines, were three Mandos, one with a fekin' huge gun.

"Mandos! Mooooooove!" Dispara yells to her friends as she half-dragged Tyra away.