Mission Thieves Landing [Open to Iron Cov. & Galactic UW]

[Celt Saxon]

Location: Boarding the Dread Horizon
Objective: Objective 2
Tag: Romul Saxon Kamon Hourn Carduul Akahl Tal Kaja Darion of Myrkr
Equipment: In bio

The beach head was established quickly and a few of Celt's men were now tossing stunned guards into port containers where they could safely await processing by her second line soldiers. A part of her did consider tossing them out of the hangar shield into space, but doing that to unconscious soldiers was an efficiency that even Celt didnt want to admit that she was considering.

The Saxons moved quickly through the paralysed star destroyer, the multitude of simultaneous boarding actions had left the defenders a bit disorientated and unsure where to attack. Celt was heading to secure the main tramway for the ship. If she could control that she would control movement of personnel, making it hard for their opponents to reinforce their side and allowing stronger parts of the Mandalorian forces to move in support of each other in this huge vessel.

A blaster bolt pinged off of her shoulder armour, followed by another and a third. She turned her head and saw a group of pirates at the end ofna corridor behind a makeshift barricade. Her HUD gave her firing solutions and the auto-gimbal that supported her shoulder mounted gatling ripped angled towards them. It began spitting visciois death into the barricade, punching cleanly theough the thin barrier that was never going to stop a real attack. Three short burts from the ripper and her HUD confirmed no further targets.

"I want that barricade down, flamer team, makes sure there is noone else holed up behind there.". Her super commandos did not miss a beat and a pair of them approached, one of them jamming the nozzle of the flame thrower into the barricade and letting rip. There was a couple of screams but they did not last long. The other commando began moving chunks of the debris that had once been a defensive point and Celt left them to do their work.

She arrived at the cantina as expected, the cantina station would be her ingress into the tramway system. It was not quite as busy as expected, but there was several pirates in here. It was a spectrum, some were that nice kind of drunk that they would just live and let live, heading off to sleep out the attack. Others were more drunk, and those were the ones that needed to be put down. One swung a pool cue at her that she easily defelcted with her vambrace before returning the strike with a metallic punch to his face that sent him backwards. Another drunkard took a shotgun blast to the stomach from a supercommando and didnt even get to take a swing.

She looked around, daring people to try her.

 

[Darion of Myrkr]

Darion did not answer the captured brother's call. Others would go. There were always other brothers and sisters for that. His place was ahead. The ship was not yet taken and the bridge pulled at him like a siren pulls a lone sailor at night.

He had swapped the beskad for his old repeater. It was a Mandalorian piece, close in make to the ancient DC-15 blaster rifle: long, heavy, and good in the hands. It fired loud in the corridors and each burst struck hard and went through armor and flesh alike.

In the chaos he somehow found himself falling a step behind Celt Saxon and her kin as they drove toward the main turbolift. The lift would take him up. To his coveted price.
"Come on, Saxon," he called through the fire. "Is that all you've got? A few pirates to slow you?"

 

[Belok Karr]

BELOK KARR​

OBJECTIVE 2
TAG: Romul Saxon Celt Saxon Darion of Myrkr Tal Kaja Carduul Akahl
GEAR: Concussion Rifle Scattergun Warhammer​

Belok Karr lumbered through the breached corridor of the Dread Horizon, his red beskar plates still warm from the pod's rough entry and the first flurry of blaster fire.

The big Mandalorian had caught the open comm chatter mid-stride: a vod calling for aid at the armory, Carduul's voice barking the push in crisp Mando'a.

Sounded like proper work. He adjusted the sling on his concussion rifle, checked the underslung grenade launcher with a quick thumb flick, and kept moving.

Smoke hung thick in the passage, lit by flickering emergency strips and the occasional muzzle flash from farther ahead. Belok stepped over a twitching pirate corpse, boots thudding against deck plating.

A pair of Klatooinians rounded the corner ahead, blasters raised. He did not slow. The rifle came up smooth, and a single concussion blast roared out. The shockwave slammed both raiders into the bulkhead with wet cracks; one slid down lifeless, the other twitched once before going still.

"For feth's sake," Belok muttered, voice low and gruff. "At least make it interesting."

He paused only long enough to yank a scorched circuit seal tighter on his chest plate. Blaster scoring had already heated the beskar uncomfortably. He was a large target and there was not much cover. He then pressed on toward the armory's reported position.

He keyed his comm open on the shared channel.

"This is Belok Karr," he said, tone easy.

"Heard the call. Where is the action?"

 

[Romul Saxon]

F L A M E W A R D
Wild Space
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Tags: Celt Saxon | Kamon Hourn | Carduul Akahl | Jericho Dragr | Tal Kaja | Darion of Myrkr | Belok Karr

Boarding warfare was ever-chaotic, ever-evolving. Romul strode through the dark hallway, taking the vanguard of his forces, his paces heavy and deliberate. Blasterfire glanced off his beskar armor, but unrelenting, he pressed forward, his Clan Saxon warriors taking the rear. The increasing rate of blasterfire through the corridor indicated that the pirates were frightened. Good, he thought, let them fear. Two steps, one, he closed the distance. He swatted one pirate into the wall, dashing their head against the hard durasteel bulkhead. The other pirate swung his blaster in a last-ditch attempt at the Alor's armor, but it bounced off pitifully. Romul ended him cleanly with a kal knife.

"This is Tal of Clan Kaja, calling for aid. I'm held up in the armory with several fellow former prisoners and we're denying it to the pirates. We need backup. I repeat we need backup."

And so the communications officer spoke into the open channel, responding in Mando’a just the same to @Tal Kaja; “Acknowledged. Ensure no filth reaches those weapons as we make our way to you.”

He heard the open-comm transmission from the Mandalorian prisoner, and a fire burned in him at the thought of vod kept prisoner. But he tempered his anger; Carduul was taking charge, with his own warriors. Romul had his own objective to play. "Find me the schematics of this ship," he growled to his Ver'alor. "Inform Alor'ad Celt that we are making our way to the bridge."

 

[Kamon Hourn]

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LOCATION:OBJECTIVE 2 - THE DREAD HORIZON | BOARDING ACTION
TAG:
ALLIES: Carduul Akahl | Darion of Myrkr | Romul Saxon | Celt Saxon | Tal Kaja
OPPS: [OPEN]​

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KAMON HOURN
THEME​

Kamon eventually had to swap out the power pack of his repeater, ducking into cover as he did so. One of his Ruus’vhetin squadmates picked up the base of fire in the lull, allowing for Kamon to slap the fresh back in and pull back the slide. He then rounded the corner again, releasing a stream of firepower that punched through and reduced to slag the crates the pirates were using for cover. With a scream, those who survived fell over themselves trying to get out of the way before getting picked apart like their cover. Several fell, getting killed whilst prone by the stream of fire. A few managed to make their way to some alcoves along the corridor, just as the call went forth from Carduul.

“Push forward in that direction!” Came the cry, several warriors turning to shore up the other’s offensive. “We must make for the armory; kin lays trapped, and we shall eliminate their opportunity to retaliate in one fell swoop!”

Kamon’s mind drifted to a few moments prior, when Carduul greeted him as if he were part of the same clan. The warmth from the Neo Crusader was not something Kamon was used to, but it was something that made the former Mawite fight with renewed vigor as the former Mandalore issued his orders. Kamon renewed his assault, leading the way with streams of repeater fire - fired in continuous bursts to keep the pirates pinned down. The other Ruus’vhetin proceeded in a tactical ‘frog-leap’ pattern, allowing for the contingent to progressively advance, and keep the pirates down the corridor out of the fight.

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[Tal Kaja]

Tag: Carduul Akahl Darion of Myrkr Celt Saxon Romul Saxon Kamon Hourn Open

Two pirates who attempted to take cover were cut down by a furious barrage from Tal's blaster. He briefly smiled before several more brigands opened up with their blasters forcing him back to cover as blaster bolts pounded the adjacent wall. The young warrior muttered, catching his breath while sparks flew. "Stang, they really want this back."

Immediately Tenia retorted as she fired back a few shots with her carbine . "Of course they do. This is their kiffin armory!"

"Okay was a stupid comment but shut up and keep fighting!" He exclaimed in annoyance and they did, shooting when they could then cover the repeat.

Then one of their comrades, a Rodian with a repeater, feeling invincible popped like ready to unleash hell but a bolt right through her forehead and she stopped dead. Tal and Tenia looked to the body and then to one another even as the pirates kept up suppressing fire. The son of Clan Kaja grimaced, realizing what they're up to. It was then he received an answer from the Mandalorian and he exhaled, feeling his breath inside the helm.

"Got it!" He answered back. Subsequently Tal drew a thermal detonator and called to another ex-prisoner who was barely onto his nerves next to some explosives. "Throw me some charges!"

At his word the desperate old human threw some to Tal and he caught it as Tenia covered for him.

"It better work whatever is you're doing." Tenia stated before narrowly avoiding a shot to the face. He said nothing back but instead jury-rigging the explosive charges together with the thermal dentator. Probably not the safest solution, but they were out of options.

The pirates' increased fire rate made it clear to him that they're getting closer. Holding his homemade bomb in one hand and drawing a flashbang from his belt he whispered. "Here goes nothing."

Without further delay he tossed the flashbang and outside it burst into a blinding light that caused several of their foes to cry out in pain. Then he activated the bomb and threw it next out into the corridor. He jumped back as a powerful explosion ignited outside and shook the entire sector around the armory.

Any of the Mandalorian boarders closing in would've likely felt the vibrations from it.

Not waiting to know of the results Tal Kaja grabbed the repeater from earlier before the smoke faded. Soon, he saw multiple dead and a few dying clustered in the hall ahead. Soon though another group of pirates and Tal didn't waste another second, pulling the trigger. A stream of crimson shots lit up the hall with a mighty roar shredding three pirates in the front and forced the rest to cover.

He began to slow down to controlled bursts to keep them pinned. Hope they get here soon. Tal thought and the fighting raged on.

 

[Celt Saxon]

Location: Boarding the Dread Horizon
Objective: Objective 2
Tag: Romul Saxon Kamon Hourn Carduul Akahl Tal Kaja Darion of Myrkr
Equipment: In bio

"Is that all you've got? A few pirates to slow you?"

Celt laughed at Darion as she kicked out at a man already doubled over in front of him a caved in his skull with her metal boot. "I can fill the corridors with gas if you want to see me get this dont quicker?" she could, and most of those in pressurised mandalorian suits would be fine. But those that were not in suits optimised for the task like hers was, would find the slightest snag in the body suit suddenly a death sentence. She might pass on that responsibility.

"Inform Alor'ad Celt that we are making our way to the bridge."

<Roger that, we are a about to enter the main tramway>

She lifted her wrist and blasted another pirate in the head just as he raised his rifle. She shook her head, this was barely even sport at this point. Her soldiers were cleaning up as she walked up to the control console of the tram station and began looking at the readout. She could see the pirates had scrawled in huttese arubesh over some of the rooms on the console. "Hot baths" she read one of them aloud.

"These fecks have turned the environmental heat exchanger into a bath house, nice touch." she laughed and gestured at the map to Darion that showed the tram moving at speed towards their location. It was currently a few hundred metres aft. Through the CCTV inside the tram she could see another half dozen pirates all geared up and carrying heavy arms.

"Alright, incoming. Lets set then up a welcome gift."

 

[Carduul Akahl]

Tags: Romul Saxon | Celt Saxon | Kamon Hourn | Tal Kaja | Darion of Myrkr

As the new, sudden offensive would foray closer to the enemy, his path diverged from Romul Saxon and several others . He could see him and his clan branching off for a far more important mission. It was a shame that he would not have the chance to observe the other’s capabilities for himself, but the knowledge that they would fight upon the same field of battle would be comfort enough. The Mandalorians apart of the push had carved a bloody swath through the forces quite swiftly. Even still, it felt as if more were coming by the second to impede them. There were no specific schematics held by the group, thus it could only be assumed that the more heavily-armed the pirates were, the closer they became. The only other clue served to be wherever the communications officer could pinpoint the signal from—which, on a crowded station such as this, took precious time.

Even still, leading from the front came naturally. Carduul had formed the literal spearhead of the charge with the very next pause of repeater fire from Kamon Hourn searing weapon. A single jetpack-fueled leap had leapt over the makeshift skirmish line that had formed in front of the next hallway, turning deadly with the poleaxe coming down in a point. A sickening crunch of bone and sinew would sound the impact as the first unfortunate pirate was speared, then crushed by the hefty landing of the rest of his body. As he slid the spike out of the corpse and a bolt ricocheted off his armor, his heavy blaster pistol sung a song of destruction whilst the other pirates gathered their wits from the grisly sight. He could only be thankful that the split attention between him, Hourn, and every other warrior made it so that he wasn’t instantly suppressed.

The next few seconds, the warriors at his back had pushed up to again move the line forth in the leap-frog, trusted to lay down the covering fire that would see Akahl safe from being mowed down in his graceful motions. A combined offensive the likes of which he hadn’t been able to participate in quite some time. Still, they had found themselves harried at every turn by the wretched scum. Some lost their nerve at the sight of the armored warriors and ran, but there were plenty more who had more brawn than brain. The harsh explosion that rattled the halls, however, had only caused more confusion and turned heads- ones that had quickly been struck down by the poleaxe and blaster bolts in their moment of distraction.

Oh, the memories of carnage it had wrought. How he subtly craved it all—to sear the memory of what Mandalorians were truly capable of into the galaxy. But this was merely small pickings. Nothing as grand as what was once hunted. He knew he would have to be content with that. The once-Mand’alor would be.

“I need status!” Came a barked order backwards, the team of blue-clad Crusaders and the communications attaché still lingering close behind, “That wasn’t one of ours, was it?”

“No, Alor—not from any of our reports…but the armory was meant to be in that direction.” Called the officer from the crowd.

A harsh growl escaped him at the thought. He could only hope that explosion was on purpose, and not indicative of an ill-timed fate. Still, he would have to fight through the tide of opportunistic individuals who believed their best bet of survival was an armory they knew not was already commandeered. It was a central place within the station—and branching halls had only revealed more avenues of attack for those same individuals. Blaster bolts began to hail from makeshift entrenchments, forcing the nostalgic Mandalorian back with several impacts against his armor. Back into the fold he had to step aback, the skirmish line reforming. Just a bit further...a bit more firepower was undoubtedly needed. “Hold the line and prepare for the next foray! Our destination is no doubt from where that explosion came from...”

 

[Darion of Myrkr]

"Do as you will," Darion said. He did not judge how a warrior chose his tools to win. Gas was not the most respectable tool -- Darion was not above using it-- but it was better than the rat work Maji had done with the Jedi on Mon Calamari.

The last of their enemies went down hard, face first, with a blackened hole through his chest and the Mandalorians moved at once for the turbolift at the far end of the room. Celt Saxon gave a short laugh and told him how the pirates had fouled the heat exchanger, turned it into a hot bath and Darion allowed himself a thin smile beneath the helmet, but it did not stay. His eyes were on the screen. He saw them coming down in the lift. Many pirates packed tight together. There was no time to lose if they were to reach the bridge.

The doors opened and a ball of fire consumed everything inside.

It filled the lift and the pirates' cries carried through the ship, up and down the decks. When it was done, they lay in a heap, burning in the pyre made by Darion's wrist flamethrower. Darion stepped over them and into the lift and set the controls for the bridge.

It did not move. The panel glowed red telling him the lift was locked out from above. By the bridge's crew most likely, he thought.

Darion turned his head toward Celt and asked, "Can you slice it?"

Celt Saxon Romul Saxon

 

[Romul Saxon]

F L A M E W A R D
Wild Space
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Tags: Celt Saxon | Kamon Hourn | Carduul Akahl | Jericho Dragr | Tal Kaja | Darion of Myrkr | Belok Karr

The boarding operation had slowed down to a protracted siege for Romul and his retinue. They were meters from the bridge, but whatever forsaken corporation that had made this Star Destroyer had done so well. Two sentry turrets and a well-armed holdout of pirates blocked their path, pinning down Romul and his commandos at the other end of the hallway. The concentrated fire would be too much for even him to break through. They had drawn a temporary stalemate, trading fire down the corridor.

Beside him against a bulkhead, Ver'alor Verix carefully checked his blaster, calmly interchanging a power cell as red bolts danced past, not even centimeters away from his helmet. Romul looked across him to Caera on the other side of the corridor opening, then nodded upwards. Caera followed his helmeted gaze to a ventilation shaft above her. He heard a groan over their tactical comms, but he knew that she wouldn't talk back. Order and efficiency were key to the brutality of his commandos. "Cover her with me," he ordered Verix, and without hesitation, both of them emerged from their bulkheads. Two more commandos behind them ripped open with covering fire as Romul and Verix advanced.

Instantly, blasterfire found Romul, the bulkier of the two targets, but his armor held. Verix was quick to throw an ion pulse grenade, bouncing down the hallway before exploding with a blinding blue flash. The turrets, caught in the radius of its effect, writhed with electrical current before falling silent, their systems overloading. The pirates shouted something unintelligible -- it sounded like Huttese -- and went to close the blast doors. Romul saw it and threw himself forward, towards the nearest one that was out in the corridor. He swiped the pirate aside with a gauntlet, following through with his hammer, crushing the thorax of the pirate inwards. To his left, Verix gunned down another Pirate. Romul pivoted hard, but he was too slow. The blast doors to the bridge slammed shut as soon as Romul reached them.

He stopped, breathing heavily. Verix was right beside him, and behind him, the other commandos made their way down the hallway. Suddenly, they heard a thud, then muffled blasterfire and shouts from behind the closed blast doors. A moment later -- an unbearably long moment later -- and they slid open. "That's the last of them," Caera rasped. Smoke issued from her beskar'gam. Behind her were a half-dozen pirates, all dead. The smell of ozone was heavy in the bridge. Then, she collapsed.

"Medic!" Romul roared, and one of the commando medics -- a former Jikar commando -- moved past the Alor. The rest of the squad did not stop for their fallen comrade, not for a lack of caring, but they were disciplined enough to know that the medic would do all they could for their vod. Their objective was yet to be realized.

Romul watched as the medic treated Caera, checking vitals, applying bacta and stim, and, satisfied, he made his way past and to the fore of the bridge. "Verix, Cadmus, run a diagnostic on this ship's systems. Establish comms with the Gra'tua Dral." He then turned to Brix. "Has Akahl located his target? I need a status update from Celt as well."

"On it," Brix said, keying both warriors over their tactical comm frequency. "Akahl, Celt, we have taken the bridge. Status report."

 

[Kamon Hourn]

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LOCATION:OBJECTIVE 2 - THE DREAD HORIZON | BOARDING ACTION
TAG:
ALLIES: Carduul Akahl | Darion of Myrkr | Romul Saxon | Celt Saxon | Tal Kaja
OPPS: [OPEN]​

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KAMON HOURN
THEME​

A harsh growl escaped him at the thought. He could only hope that explosion was on purpose, and not indicative of an ill-timed fate. Still, he would have to fight through the tide of opportunistic individuals who believed their best bet of survival was an armory they knew not was already commandeered. It was a central place within the station—and branching halls had only revealed more avenues of attack for those same individuals. Blaster bolts began to hail from makeshift entrenchments, forcing the nostalgic Mandalorian back with several impacts against his armor. Back into the fold he had to step aback, the skirmish line reforming. Just a bit further...a bit more firepower was undoubtedly needed. “Hold the line and prepare for the next foray! Our destination is no doubt from where that explosion came from...”

Kamon moved with the group, taking up the rear-guard position as they moved onward to the armoury. But eventually, they came up to the central junction of the armoury. The pirates had set up make-shift barricades to stave off the assault from the Iron Covenant teams, even as others pressed at the Armoury that was now within reach. Carduul took several shots to his armor, which caused him to pull back. Kamon reached for a fragmentation grenade, primed it, then threw it around the corner. He paused for a moment, allowing for the explosion before he rounded the corner.

He took a glancing blow to the upper shoulder pauldron of his armor, yet he unleashed with his repeater undeterred at the forms before him. Particle-bolt fire rained down upon the shattered crates, slaying several where they lay. Yet, one among them - a Weequay with murder in his eyes and blood smeared across his face, launched himself at the Mandalorian. The pirate charged underneath Kamon’s fire and tackled him at the waist. The two men fell back in a heap, with the pirate attempting to straddle the Mandalorian and bring his sword to bear. Kamon pulled his service knife from his sheath, and plunged the blade deep into the pirate’s chest - down to the hilt.

The Weequay fell still, with Kamon pulling the knife from his chest as the dead pirate’s weight caused him to fall backward. The former Mawite quickly got to his feet, and drew his Beskad from his back-scabbard just as a human tried to impale him with a make-shift pike. Kamon parried the weapon, then spun within its reach to deliver a spinning strike that cleaved her head from her shoulders, causing her to fall lifeless in a heap. From muscle memory, Kamon’s free hand reached for his pistol and leveled it at a Twi’lek who was in turn leveling a blaster rifle at him. The two men fired, with Kamon’s shot erupting the Twi’lek’s jaw into a mass of tangled meat.

Yet the Twi’lek’s shot had met its mark, hitting Kamon center mass, and knocking him backward, down onto the ground and slightly behind the shattered cover of a plasteel crate. His squadmates began rushing into the fray to deliver their companion and try to end the confrontation as he assessed the damage. His armor remained intact, but it was beginning to take a beating.

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[Carduul Akahl]

Tags: Romul Saxon | Celt Saxon | Kamon Hourn | Tal Kaja

So a new skirmish line had formed. Still, there was not much time he could lose; he would have to improvise if he was to reach the stranded Mandalorians in a timely manner.

The high-priority comm signal had made itself apparent through his helmet—Saxon had already accomplished a critical objective, it seemed. “I believe we’ve a rough location, for there was an explosion caused by none of our teams ahead of us.” Came the response to Romul Saxon Gaze casting over the front lines towards where their destination would lay. “There is more resistance than anticipated…but it shall be dealt with shortly.” Was the determined addition, just as he seized his poleaxe once again.

Thankfully, the quick thinking of Kamon had given the opening needed. A new explosion rocked the corridor ahead, dust and debris kicked up to make it harder for their opponents to pick their targets. “Unto the breach! Our brethren shall be reunited with us once more!” He urged one more time, pistol in hand aiming over and blasting visible targets. With him, the tide that was the front line surged once more like it was a natural occurrence. Several warriors had fanned out as the skirmish lines became muddled and taken to melee, and he was included in such as always. With covering fire provided from the staunch souls at his back, they could press the enemy as a proper shock troop movement. Such bold movements were often not expected…and pirates sorely lacked the grit needed to deter it. Blades cut into bone, blaster bolts seared flesh, and through that opening they had turned the ‘surrounded’ circumstance upon its head—at least for the forward hallways that had barred the way to the armory.

Whatever fool that had a perfect opportunity to gun down Kamon when he was knocked down, they had been skewered in the next moment by the poleaxe’s tip—after Carduul had leapt over a barricade to join him. How could he not, after all? He had witnessed all of the other's combat amidst the haze, and it was certainly worthy of the Mando'ade. “Up, vod; we aren’t finished yet.” He curtly stated over his shoulder to the other, just as he pushed forwards.

And so the way began forwards anew. “Close up behind us!” Another barked order; they couldn’t hold the junction against this many, that much was certain. If they could secure the armory, however, that would be a far more worthy position to defend. That was the strategy adopted, for now; to push forwards through whatever retreating stragglers, while covering behind so that they would not be pincered. It was perhaps a gamble, but if the explosion ahead was any note, they would likely be catching an unguarded enemy.

With any luck, the targets he had hoped to see the moment he had heard the distress call would be visibly skirmishing in sight ( Tal Kaja ). Blaster bolts would begin to provide such covering fire, giving way to cut down the pirates that had been pinning down the Armory.

 

[Tal Kaja]

Tag: Kamon Hourn Carduul Akahl​

Tal continued to fire in short bursts with the repeater to keep their foes pinned. He calls out to Tenia. "Throw a grenade!" The Zabark followed through and tossed it over him and an explosion followed with subsequent screaming that Tal ended with another burst. Without the repeater jammed and he swore under his breath, as the pirates' shooting rate escalated.

A bolt struck him in the right shoulder pauldron, knocking him with strong force. Tenia dragged him to the right side, but he shouted in defiance. "You shoot like stormtroopers!"

"Shut up and keep fighting,” The horned head woman retorted.

In answer he drew his pistol and fired three bolts, two hitting each mark. Just as the pirates were about to dash for the armory when the tides shifted. From behind the brigands were gunned down with mercy. Relieved and curious, Tal hollered before taking advantage of their diversion, blasting a veteran pirate in the back who turned to face the intruders.

In the next instant he saw the unmistakable T-Visors among the many arriving warriors as they finished the last of the raiders around the armory.

He kept to the side, gesturing to the other former prisoners to stay back. Taking a leap of faith Tal stepped out of the door, shouting. "I'm Tal of Clan Kaja! Glad you got to us in time."

Yet reminded of how he was a captive earlier, the shame of his brief captivity was still humiliating. So much so that he dropped to one knee. ”I was captured rotations ago, I offer the armory as the start of my penance.”