Timeless Comrades

[Jakkor Kess]

Jakkor turned to the armored man seeing his red saberstaff. His eyes went wide which turned into a scowl beneath the Tusken Mask. He looked back at Viper and spoke to him remaining on his guard. "No trooper he is not. Get to the hanger quickly find a VCX-100 freightor and get on board I'll be right behind you." He raised his saber back up shifting his attention to the jedi hunter. "Whoever you are. You made a mistake coming after me dark sider."
He goes into a Form V stance.



[member="ARC-15"]
[member="Actakos"]
[member="Jansal Corego"]

 

[Jansal Corego]

"Burc'ya."

If there ever was a word to ease his doubt, that would be it; though initial glimpses of the stranger, never directly sought, revealed little save for his posture, similar to fellow Mandalorians, a direct glance towards his armor revealed the crest of the children of Mando'a, emblazoned over his armor. "Burc'ya," he agreed, before the stranger intervened; purely, by instinct, his aim swiveled over to target the individual - who, upon approach, ignited his fiery, scarlet saber. "Darjetti?" he inquired. 'Sith?' He ran his hand over the small of his back, slipping his wrist into the stationary whipcord thrower, which left his belt laden; the click of the joints stretching around his arm, locking down with a soft, almost inaudible buzz. Of all the days he'd have needed it, he had left his armor with XOM; a crippling mistake, indeed.

"Viinir," he muttered to himself. 'Run.' His finger tightened taut over the trigger, his other arm, now properly equipped to strike, rested over his other extender bicep; he lowered himself into a stance, the weight of his body directed close to the floor by a crouch. He'd be swift to strike, but ultimately, without his equipment, he'd be unmatched; he had a sole strategy in mind here, in order to survive. He directed his attention to the Tusken Raider, who held the attacker's attention fully, and slowly crept up along the rear; "Be careful of him, I'll support you," he offered. "Just keep his attention." He stopped again, realizing one of Viper's blasters were still trained on him. Were there any bounties on this man? Or perhaps droid, like a magna guard; one programmed for lightsaber combat. He couldn't control the Force - how could he discern such a thing? He huffed and waited, eyes squinting; who would make the first move.

As he got into position he glanced over to the stranger trooper, the one he was, by now, almost certain a brother; smiling, he directed his gaze towards their collective opponent. "We'll clear out our misunderstandings later. As for now, I'd recommend we combine our focus on the direct threat: the beskar'ad darjetti who seems more inclined to attack than any of us there." He ran his thumb over his blaster's power cell, humming with life. He flicked up the energy output a notch - he'd need the extra push to punch through this guy's armor. "Cannon in one hand, double-bladed saber in the other. We can match that."

[member="Jakkor Kess"]
[member="ARC-15"]
[member="Actakos"]

 

[Actakos]

"Hahahahaha" The metallic laugh echoed throughout the hangar. "It doesn't matter who I am. All that matters is......you." He looked straight at [member="Jakkor Kess"]. He then turned to [member="Jansal Corego"]. "No I am not a Sith. I refuse to align myself with either side. Stand aside Mandalorian. I am not here for you." He looked back to @ARC-15. "Run if you wish I don't care. You might not want to see your friend die."

Actakos then rose his cannon arm, and fired a huge blast straight toward the Tusken. Since the Mandalorian wasn't leaving, he used his flamethrower to keep him out of the way. This quick attack was his way of knocking his enemies off balance.

 

[Jakkor Kess]

He rolled out of the way from the blast. He knew he wasn't going to be easy but he had to buy some time at least to escape. He charges at the hunter letting out the traditional battle cry of his people. He engages him using the force to amplify his strength and his movements. He attempted to launch a series of power attacks on the jedi hunter in classic form of Djem So.

[member="Actakos"]
[member="Jansal Corego"]
[member="ARC-15"]

 

[ARC-15]

Sorry Jedi, but you're not getting rid of me that easily, the clone thought. Though he didn't always see eye to eye with the Jedi, he did respect them as honorable and capable warriors. He certainly wouldn't leave him behind when he could help.

Luckily, the roughneck seemed cooperative. Viper lowered his blasters in relief, momentarily forgetting their common adversary as the Mandalorian approached. He expressed to Viper willingness to put aside their differences in the face of this new enemy, something which made delighted Viper The Mandalorians were a capable people, to be sure, but more importantly, they were his kinsman. He would hate to have to fight them, and would be honored to fight alongside one of his own.

"Agreed," Viper said, directing his attention back to the Mandalorian, "My comrade could use some supporting fire." Viper holstered his pistols and slung his DC-15 from his back. "Let's aim for the weak points; head and legs. And keep a distance."

This strategy alone likely wouldn't work on its own, but it could definitely wear down the darksider. All it would take is one lucky shot, either by the gunslingers or the Jedi. Viper quickly got into position to the far left of the dueling pair, so he had a clear shot, and opened fire. There was no particular spot he aimed for on the darksider's body. It was, rather, a test of his reaction.



Sorry Jedi, but you're not getting rid of me that easily, the clone thought. Though he didn't always see eye to eye with the Jedi, he did respect them as honorable and capable warriors. He certainly wouldn't leave him behind when he could help.

 

[Actakos]

He was completely focused on the Jedi. He didn't care what the other ones did. They wouldn't be able to do much damage to him anyway. Actakos fired the cannon several more times at the Jedi, and then moved to blocked his incoming attack. He decided it was time to mock his opponent. "Djem So? Is that seriously how you plan to beat me? No wonder the Jedi have been wiped out so many times." He then flung his leg up, and planted it in the Jedi's chest.

But he noticed the other man moving to try and shoot at him. He decided to send a few cannon blasts his way. There was no reason to let him get an advantage on him.

[member="Jakkor Kess"]

[member="Jansal Corego"]

[member="ARC-15"]

 

[Jansal Corego]

He circled around the combatants, blaster at the ready. The other two seemed to be struggling to catch their opponent off-guard - he aimed to make up for that. He'd save his cord, it'd get slashed if used foremost while his enemy's guard was up; instead, he took a few running shots, much like Viper before him, to test his reflexes. XOM was still at the hanger, along with his armor; Jansal cursed, that was too far away for a tactical retreat in the face of group combat. Besides, this was just one guy; robotic reflexes and all that, yeah, but they could handle him. It was just a matter of breaking down his guard - besides, he talked too much. That in of itself was an advantage. "No wonder the Jedi have been wiped out so many times," taunted the attacker. As the cannon rose up, taking shots at the ARC trooper, Jansal raised his own wrist and fired, a small, anchored projectile, trailed by a whirring thread, towards the shooter, attempting to wrap it around Actakos's forearm and drag away the weapon, effectively buying his ally some time.

[member="Actakos"]
[member="ARC-15"]
[member="Jakkor Kess"]

 

[ARC-15]

As he saw the Jedi hunter raise his cannon-shaped arm, Viper rolled out of it's path to the left where he knelt some yards behind Actakos. In the brief pause, the clone reached for an explosive on his belt, but he only found one blue-lit EMP grenade

He was hoping for a flashbang, but this would do. He couldn't be a hundred percent sure, but the assailant's armor looked to possess some machinery, like the cannon. The droid popper would surely disable it. Chucking it toward Actakos, Viper backed up his attack with a flurry of blaster fire to ensure that he would be too distracted to stop it from going off.

[member="Actakos"]
[member="Jakkor Kess"]
[member="Jansal Corego"]

 

[Jakkor Kess]

Jakkor got up and shook his head a bit. He reached into his belt and grabbed a second lightsaber. He activated it and with a hiss a green blade came out. He circled around his enemy hoping to catch him by surprise.

This man was an efficent jedi hunter and he would be damned if he met his end on this station today. He lunges at him hoping to stick his blades into the attackers back.

[member="Actakos"]
[member="Jansal Corego"]
[member="ARC-15"]

 

[Actakos]

Actakos saw the projectile incoming. He ignited his second blade just in time to destroy it. He then sent another blast toward [member="Jansal Corego"]. But then a fury of blaster fire came his way, along with an emp grenade. He was to busy trying to block the incoming blasts to deal with the grenade. All he could do was turn so the blast hit his left side. It shut down his cannon temporarily, and disabled his left arm for a short time. Actakos turned and stared straight at @ARC-15. He got ready to throw his lightsaber at him, but then he could hear the Jedi behind him. He spun just in time to block [member="Jakkor Kess"]'s attack. They locked in a saber lock, and Actakos realized that he was now at a disadvantage. Without use of his left arm temporarily, he wouldn't be able to hold off the others. He needed to take out the Jedi first so he could go killed the others. As the saber lock continued, Actakos ignited the flamethrower on his right wrist and the flames went straight toward Jakkor's face.

 

[Jansal Corego]

Jansal hit the deck. BANG. The bolt collided with the wall just overhead, raining down fiery sparks around him; dammit, again, the no-armor-ordeal. As the splinters of flame died on his bare skin, burning wildly with sizzling ferocity, he drew himself to his feet again; where did he put his comlink? No time to wonder, flames were enveloping his ally. Raising his blaster, he contemplated a shot; not worth it, he agreed. His whipcord was destroyed - at least until he could reload another charge; something also left behind with the armor. Frustrated, he barreled in on the attacker; range was an advantage, initially - but when the enemy could block his attacks, his next bet was to get under his defenses. The mercenary drew himself in, close - while the cyborg opponent concentrated on the Tusken, he intended to buy the clone more time to manage a counterattack. Caught in a saber lock, with no means of defense, Jansal ignited what remained of his whipcord, allowing the remaining rope to slither from his wrist. Approaching Actakos from behind, he wrapped the extension around either hand tightly, leaving a slack line about a meter in length in between; by the time he reached his target, he sprung into action.

Leaping up, Jansal wound the cord twicefold before attempting to loop it around the opponent's neck - not so much as a chokehold (though that certainly wouldn't be unwelcome), but rather, as a support. Leaning back, using his own body weight in an attempt to catapult them both the ground, he drove both boots into his metallic popliteals (the soft depression behind your knee). Intending to knock the mechanical being off-balance, and drive them both into the ground, the mercenary heaved back with a roar - and, well, should it not work, something good was to come of it. Thus, the equation of bravery came into play, at least in Jansal's very own mind: in one of the sparse moments spent with his uncle, it was a little fable he earned in the form of arithmetic: bravery, plus irrational action, oft-equal heroism. Only, having forgot the second part of the equation: heroism, plus uncertainty, of-equal death, did he drive himself into the fray. "Do you even have any lungs in there?" Jansal breathed, deep and roaring, in between the pants, brought upon by muscle fatigue. "Or are you just, overall, a meticulously arrogant clanker?"

[member="Actakos"] [member="Jakkor Kess"] [member="ARC-15"]

 

[ARC-15]

Though it seemed that the cyborg was having difficulty with the overwhelming odds, he showed no sign of letting up. Judging by the limpness of his left arm, the droid popper succeeded in deactivating that blasted, cannon, at least for the moment. It didn't stop him from preparing a counterattack with his lightsaber, however. Luckily, Kess saved Viper, though he was unable to land a hit on Actakos who easily turned to deflect the shot and followed it up with a burst of flames from his wrist to the Tusken Jedi's face.

The Mandalorian ran past the fighting Force wielders to Viper's left, holding what remained of his whipcord. Viper knew what he planned, but he didn't like it. Nevertheless, he didn't try to protest, instead following in suit with him and running to Actakos's front and readying his DC-15. As Jansal gripped him, Viper used the interval to take another shot at the hand holding the Jedi hunter's lightsaber.

He then ran forward, close enough to be within point blank range and aimed the weapon at Actakos's face.

[member="Actakos"]
[member="Jakkor Kess"]
[member="Jansal Corego"]

 

[Jakkor Kess]

Jakkor screamed in pain as he backed away. His mask was partially gone around his right eye showing his skin. He shook his head to regain some of his senses. He then see's the clone trooper and the mandalorian pressing their counterattack on the jedi hunter. He extended his hand out and blasted the hunter with a force push. Hopefully to stun him so that the two warriors could defeat him. He meanwhile stood back and watched them at work and to see if he bought enough time for them.

[member="Actakos"]
[member="Jansal Corego"]
[member="ARC-15"]

 

[Actakos]

It wasn't going quite like he had planned. The Jedi was in pain, but then he felt a whipcord around his neck and went down on one knee. 'Do you even have lungs in there?'

Actakos laughed as he grabbed the whipcord and pulled [member="Jansal Corego"] towards him, hoping to slam his body into his back and stun him. Then a blast came flying at his lightsaber arm, and he didn't have time to block it. It knocked his lightsaber from his hand. Before he could reach for his vibrosword, [member="ARC-15"] was in his face with his blaster. Fortunately, Actakos activated his jetpack just in time and flew straight at him. Right after that though, he was hit by a force push from [member="Jakkor Kess"] and he skidded across the floor. He now didn't have his lightsaber, and his arm hadn't come back online.

 

[Jansal Corego]

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[member="Actakos"] | [member="Jakkor Kess"] | [member="ARC-15"]

Wow, it didn't work like he intended it to, but it worked; well, it did work until he started talking crap back to the angsty tin can about anatomy. Bonk! Next thing he knew, there was a buzz in his head, a ring in his ears, and blood catapulting from his nose as his head lolled back, eyes rolling back into his skull. He had been nailed in the soft spot, slammed right into the nape of the dark jedi's neck and nailing that perfect triangle of ouch between his brow and the hump of the bridge of his nose. He crashed to the ground, gibbering and moaning before conscious returned, a hand flinging to his face to cup the blood. "What . . . the," he muttered, pulling himself together. Despite being clocked by what felt like a car, it had worked; it had put the attacker's momentum off balance, and his allies were picking up the pace. Actakos was disarmed and, now, he had now way of dodging their attacks; this put Jansal right back on his feet. Nothing beats the euphoria of pride in one's effort, especially for a Mandalorian.

He hobbled a bit, but a raised blaster, pointed right at the dark jedi; he'd be damned if he missed this shot. "Keep it up," he groaned. "And I'll . . . shoot the nerfherder." He stumbled. "Chit." He rolled his head, a steady drum beat beginning to build up in his skull - damn, he had earned one hell of a concussion for that; he'd rather to have been killed off the bat. He hates migraines. Hates. But there was no time for that now, he had a job to do; shoot the bastard - but he didn't. Maybe the whole skull-rattle did a number on his rational, or maybe burning a bunch of people alive earned him favor with the Prince of Darkness, but he changed his demeanor in that instant; he kept his pistol trained, but he didn't fire. "Stand down," he ordered the cyborg. "Cut the crap or I'm going to blast you apart and pull that stick shoved up your ass out through your gullet. You know I mean it." He tightened his finger around the trigger, to reiterate this fact. "You're grade-A screwed now - no weapon, no power to that cannon-arm of yours, and you're surrounded by three guys who can fight a hell of a lot better than you. Play it smart."

 

[ARC-15]

Actakos broke free of the Corego's grip through the use of his jetpack, and charged Viper. At the same time, Viper instinctively fired a blaster toward the approaching target. Before either of their attacks could hit, Kess Force-pushed the cyborg and sent him flying.

Though annoyed his shot didn't connect, Viper nevertheless charged toward Actakos's downed body and aimed his blaster at him. At the same time, Corego, who was bloodied, had recovered and was aiming his weapon at the downed cyborg. Though Corego was correct--the droid was unarmed and his left arm was limp--Viper didn't want to take any chances with this creep.

He was about ninety percent sure this guy was a droid, one hundred percent. If Viper was correct, a stun blast would do absolutely nil. He didn't want to destroy him, though. Answers are exactly what he needed right now, and Actakos was sure to have them.

[member="Actakos"]
[member="Jansal Corego"]
[member="Jakkor Kess"]

 

[Actakos]

Actakos looked up to see multiple blasters in his face. Realizing that the fight had been lost, he put both of his hands up. "I'm done. I know when I am beaten. A true warrior surrenders with honor." If he still had a proper mouth, he would have smiled. Once the others started to approach, he spun, igniting his flamethrower as he went. This created a funnel of fire and smoke around him. Then, he popped open his glider and fired his jetpack. He flew past his adversaries and grabbed his lightsaber as he flew out of the hanger.

[member="ARC-15"]
[member="Jansal Corego"]
[member="Jakkor Kess"]