Location: Aldera Ruins, Allied Frontlines
Objective: Provide Support for Phylis, Get Her To Safety
Allies: The Last Alliance, [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Phylis Alince"], [member="Coryth Elaris"]
Enemies: The One Sith, [member="Darth Mierin"], [member="Tsavong Kraal"]
Musical Selection: Dust In The Wind by Kansas
//Sorry there are some problems with formatting and I did not link or color-code things as I usually do, but as I post this it's early morning and I need to get to work in few minutes
Not much time, I'll do it later though!//
"Blade Knight" The Third Greycloak of Abregado-Rae
Blade watched as his opponent, or conversation partner, whatever Kraal was begun to run in the opposite direction. In quick movement the droid had a shatterpistol trained on the Vong’s back, aiming for the back of his head, time slowing down in his perspective in high-speed trajectory and path calculations for an accurate shot.
And the calculated about pulling the trigger, as far as the droid knew it would have been an easy kill, after all most organics in his experience ceased to exist if their brains were blown out. And most likely this was to be one of those moments he would always regret on that day and any future battles.
Slightly tilting his head Blade lowered the hyper-velocity pistol, holstering it as he looked in other direction. The Vong had his mission most likely, and the droid had his own, each summoned by their respective lords.
Wrapping his grey chameleon cloak around himself, Blade has set off in the direction from where HK was summoning him and his brothers, disappearing as the camouflage systems of the literal cloak engaged around him.
“Iron Hide” and “Steel Born” The First and Fourth Greycloak of Abregado-Rae
The metal feet clanged upon metal surface of the Knight of Eclipse’s ramp as the two droids and Phylis disappeared from thin air, seemingly, no one interrupting their get-away flight, or their transport as it conducted an Air-Snatch maneuver.
“
Easy does it.”
Hide muttered as they pulled Phyllis deeper inside the stealth transport, setting her down on one of the seats available to the very few passengers the transport would be able to carry.
“
Take her off of the battlefield and onto a medical frigate, there are still objectives to be done down there!”
Steel called out to Side, moving once more back to the ramp as he grabbed one of the weapons they had prepared on the ship, a heavy VG-1 scattergun, no doubt they would face a greater resistance on the ground this time, and they would not have the Knight of Eclipse supporting them either.
“
Roger, roger!”
Side answered from the cockpit as Hide, finishing now securing Phylis as well as placing a bacta breather mask over her face for some first aid, joined him on the ramp. There would be no more shouting back and forth as Hide sent Side a simple IM,
Jumping.
Jump away.
Was the response and the two droids once more plummeted off of the ramp towards the ground, their cloaks fluttering on the wild air, and jet suit systems engaging to direct their glide towards the surface.
“Iron Side” The Second Greycloak of Abregado-Rae,
Conducting the mid-air evac maneuver, Side swiveled and tumbled the ship around, sweeping in smoothly to meet the trajectory of his copy-brothers’ jump with an already opening ramp where they could land.
He heard the distinctive clanks of their feet upon the surface of the ship, some muttering most likely directed towards the Jedi they were rescuing, until finally a command from Hide reached him,
“
Take her off of the battlefield and onto a medical frigate, there are still objectives to be done down there!”
Hide nodded to himself slightly, a reasonable demand and one he was to fulfill,
“
Roger, roger!”
He called back in a very stereotypical fashion for a droid as already in his head he plotted the safest way to get to the allied fleet position and avoid stray Starfighter and anti-starfighter fire as well as any enemy ships who could have noticed them by now and decide to go for a hunt.
Jumping.
And IM interrupted his calculations, appearing on the HUD, Side evened-out the flight, keeping the ship steady and without greater turbulence,
Jump away.
He responded, giving his two copy-brothers a green light for another insertion onto the battlefield. With them now gone he closed the ramp they loved so much to use as a diving board as he pitched the transport’s flight up towards the skies, punching in his engines to full power as he begun to climb.
It would not be long before they broke through the layers of the atmosphere and the sky begun to darken, no longer were they looking at vibrant blue shades of the celestial dome but rather at the cold darkness of space. And with that darkness there came view of Allied ships where proper aid could be given to Phylis.
Fun fact, Phylis’ has a brother whose name is Phalus.
"Iron Knight" The First Baron of Abregado-Rae
Expecting for the bubble to be used against him as a prison, it did seemed like a rather obvious move with even the writer taking somewhat of a fancy to an image of HK in fetal position inside a small bubble of energy plotting his revenge, the droid was quick to act. Diverting the path of his sword and blade he conducted a dodge spiral pirouette, one foot on the ground as other changed his position, and then the initial foot moved over to it to complete the displacement as he flowed in with two vertical rotating cuts, this time aimed along the rim of the forming bubble in.
There was a bright flash as his weapons made contact with the energy shield, sparks and trails of light running after his weapons in a dazzling display as he evaded the spell. There was a man’s face seen in that flash in the droid’s photoreceptors. An old and grizzly man, his skin yellowed and decaying, iris of his eyes clearly showing the Dark-Side corruption.
Then came the electric arcs streaking towards him through the air and he met them with his two weapons, lightsaber and blade clashing against the spell of droid destruction. Although it was not lightning exactly, it was still an electric-based attack. The arcs danced upon his Sith alchemic sword, absorbed by the blade to imbue it and enhance its attacks with electricity, as the blade was magnetically charged through alchemy, it did not discriminate one electric arc from another. Along his lightsaber the arcs danced as well, but they were not absorbed, repelled rather as the saber was the droid’s shield against many Force powers, mostly dark sorcerous spells and electric powers, imbued in such a way by ancient Jedi. Although the reflection of the electricity was not as concentrated or directed as it would have been if the sword was wielded by a Force-User, its’ cone area of effect could, and most likely would, direct some of the arcs back at Mierin, of course the sting of them would not be as painful to her organic parts, her already destroyed cybernetics may have been destroyed further more though?
In the arcs the droid had a vision of his hands, dancing, moving gracefully as a durasteel door was unlocked by him, a lightsaber held in his hand as he moved into an office in his vision, and on the other side sat the man with these corrupted eyes, yellow bastard with yellow decaying skin.
Some of the electric arcs would bounce around the blades in their path and past HK’s initial defenses. A blue sheen would be seen around him, his own bubble of protection as his armor deflection shield systems had enough time to recharge by now, meeting with the few electric arcs remaining still dancing towards him as they attempted to diffused them before the electric assault could meet with the droid’s armor. However, the ionic arcs would bypass the deflector shields, and strike upon his armor. They twined and danced, creating purple cobwebs of ionic energy as they worked their way to disable electronic components. While the droid's body was undamaged due to insulation between him and the armor, along with other layers of defenses awaiting further even beneath, still sparks and sizzle would appear on his suit.
Many of his additional armor components, including grappling hook, flamethrower, and most importantly, the rocket propulsion systems, would be disabled as the result of attack, permanent damage only prevented by the protective casing they were each installed in separately, however his rotor systems and plate-shifting was still online, protection against ionic discharges installed into them as it was something droid has used himself to disable foes in power armor or cybernetic suits. It was enough to keep him moving without just being stuck in one spot.
While his blades were moved to deflect the ionization arc, suddenly HK’s arms would split in two along their length, his six-fingered hands turn into three-fingered members as the additional arms moved quickly to his belt.
In surprise attack his hand held an Anti-Forceuser Flashbang, mechanism of which was designed in such a way to prevent the Force users tampering with the grenade through telekinesis as the weapon was thrown. Quickly it was activated and almost instantly the orb was thrown at the ground and exploded in a flash of blinding bright light as well as thunderous bang, as the name suggested. The purpose of this was to blind Mierin and disorient her in a quick suckerpunch before she would have time to react.
And in this flash the droid saw himself moving towards the man on the other side of the office, the aging Sith standing up, his mouth moving but words unheard as the droid activated his lightsaber, the blood-red blade of the weapon he stole from a slain Sith erupting and illuminating the office in a ghostly sheen. The Sith threw his arms out towards the droid, electricity launching itself from his fingers and towards the machine as HK met it with his own hand. The electricity danced around his outer armor but did no damage as the machine kept moving towards his target, Sith’s attack diffusing itself on the prepared outer suit of metal. In quick attack his hands were slashed from his arms and he was pushed back into his chair with an open-palm attack to his chest, air knocked out of him.
The droid proceeded to take a grappling hook and shot it into the ceiling, embedding the liquid-cable into the metal stone roof as with the other end he made a noose. The Sith kept talking, his head shaking, his words unheard still as the droid turned him to face the large window of his office and slipped the noose over his head, tightening it. The darksider pleaded something, bargaining even as the droid walked to the transparisteel window, and with a precise vertical slash he weakened its structure without breaking it. He moved back to the chair, before hissing out to the Sith,
Goodbye.
And he gripped his chair, running with it towards the window before he launched it forward. The window broke, blood splattered from the shards ripping into the old Sith and the cable tightened as weight was put on it but did not moved. The droid deactivated his lightsaber and moved back to the door. On his way there he noticed a mirror and slowly looked to it, he saw his image. The blackened metal plates covering his body and deep yet dull red photoreceptors looking back at him, he was HK-36-3, Sparklord of Vengence.
To finish the surprise attack his other hand grabbed the elongated, pointed hilt of the Spear of Rae, using it to aim an attack at Mierin’s abdomen as the weapon shot out from its hilt like a lightsaber would, the Phrik-tipped polearm used in hopes of impaling the Lady of the Sith, who, as hopefully the droid’s calculations were correct, was either stunned or turned around, and hopefully the attack would have been too quick and too sudden for her to throw around the barrier once more.
Droid’s now-free hand moved to grab another Anti-Forceuser grenade.
