To Catch a Demon

[Ibnamairi]

Tanaab was, normal, quiet, enjoying an unremarkable day. People walked, families talked, lovers enjoyed peace and quiet, children cried... there was nothing to make their day any different than what they would experience on the average. For some, however, today was going to be much different, much worse. A ship from orbit, unmarked and unremarkable, released a single escape pod among the traffic in orbit. It left before anyone could notice, leaving its gift in its wake.

Down to the surface the pod traveled, impacting the ground within a stone's throw to a building of grand importance. The Clan Tal hospital, where guards and civilians could watch in a mix of curiosity, and horror, as from the pod stepped something resembling a monster. A demon, even. Blackened skin hard as armor, shifting red accents that seemed to pulse with a heartbeat, and dragged out of the pod behind it a heavy blade exuding dread. Ibnamairi, Obsidian, had come to Tanaab, and he was hungry.

Very hungry.

An alert was almost instantly sent to anyone able to respond, something had come, and it didn't seem friendly in the slightest. Of course Clan Tal received the message first, but any Mandalorian on the planet would certainly hear the plea for help, as Ibnamairi looked around for precious prey.

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There was a first to respond, of course. Already at the hospital, [member="Sterling Kinslayer"] had been happily reading, studying medical journal after medical journal with the help of a Clan Tal medic to explain concepts he otherwise wouldn't have grasped. When the alert came, he was all too eager to investigate. Already donned in his own demon like armor, he took along with only one other thing, an atrisian blade he had borrowed from Tal.

When he came to see Ibnamairi, his eyes narrowed behind his helmet, and he made a low growl that drew the sithspawn's attention. Both of them stared at one another, slowly taking up a position to fight. Ibnamairi resting his massive blade up on his shoulder, and Sterling with the grip on his borrowed blade. If there had been doubts, Ibnamairi showed them exactly what he wanted.

Sterling was confident he could handle Ibnamairi himself, and at worst he may just need a bit of backup to finish him...

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.... Ibnamairi was unamused. The Komo had been strong, but as he pulled back his fist for another punch, it was clear who was stronger. The halves of the Komo's weapon laid several meters away, the Black blade stuck into the ground while Ibnamairi shut down this Komo's fight. Blow after blow had been landed but, Ibnamairi's armor skin was much too strong for him. BEtween that and being enhanced beyond limits, well...

Ibnamairi lifted Sterling with but one hand, and with a mighty throw sent a battered, pained Sterling across the grass outside the hospital itself. Unamused now, perhaps only enjoying for the briefest time seeing a Komo again, Ibnamairi retrieved his black blade, and stood towering above Sterling. He could not bring himself to kill the man, but not out of pity. Simply there was no joy in killing one who stood not even the shadow of a chance...

Perhaps that stronghold not far? Yes... perhaps there would be a good fight.

[member="Taozi Fuyuan"] :|: [member="Yasha Cadera"]

 

[Taozi Fuyuan]

Taozi had been enjoying a perfectly brewed cup of tea when she had gotten an alert from the hospital. A frown spread across her face as she stood from her chair and into the main hall. "I need all combat ready personnel to their transports, yesterday!" As Taozi went to her personal transport, she went over possible scenarios in her head. Who or what would want to attack a hospital? The stronghold was organized chaos, and one smart Tal member sent out a request for help from other clans off-world, just in case.

As the Tal members approached the hospital, they paused as they exited their transports in shock and horror at [member="Ibnamairi"] standing in the grass. Taozi was frozen as she sensed the dark magic radiating from the Sithspawn. The sight of Sterling, in full armor, collapsed on the ground, unmoving, sent a wave of nausea through her. She turned to one of her vod, frowning but not showing fear. "Call for the other clans, we can't handle this on our own. Tell them there's a Sithspawn attacking, that Sterling Kinslayer has been incapacitated, and that we need them yesterday, understood?"

"Elek, Alor!" The soldier sped back to the stronghold to relay Taozi's message on all open Mandalorian channels, as Taozi stood at the front of her group, waiting to see what the Sithspawn would do next.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

“Tanaab! I’m telling you, Gin. Nothing terrible ever happens on Tanaab. Your lil ruffians would be per-fffffeth.” Yasha Cadera and [member="Ginnie Dib"] sauntered around the grounds of the local park, their kids off in a playground with Tamar and the Clan Farr protectors Ginnie perpetually carried around. It took weeks to get Ginnie out of her beskar smithy. Another week and a half to pull the widow away from talking shop with Mama over endless cups of stim-caf (decaf for Mama).

A nice, quiet, happy trip to Tanaab was going to do wonders. Nothing but Clan Tal and hospitals and fun.

Right?

What could possibly go wrong?

“... that beeping ain’t a...” Ginnie rapped at her own wrist comp a second after Yasha’s emergency klaxon lit up. “Peaceful girl’s day out. You had to say it would be a peaceful girl’s day out.”

“Ah.. But... seriously Manda why do you do this to girl’s day?!” Yasha groaned, holding out her hand and waiting for the arrival of her titular war hammer, the Rekr Karyatesa, which perpetually lingered near the Mand’alor.

“Alor Tal this is Ginnie Dib and Mand’alor the Infernal. We copy your SOS. Won’t be time travelling but we’re eta 90. Hold tight and put on a pot of stim-caf for us? Maybe a sandwich or two? Dib out.” Ginnie rolled her eyes and popped her joints, answering @Taozi Fuyan’s distress call.

“Thanks Gin’ika... make it up to you!” The hammer landed in Yasha’s hand, and her wolf-helm covered her face.

“Sure! Sure... you’re giving me something to beat on so... shut up you time travelling monster hunter. Let’s go kill whatever did [member="Sterling Kinslayer"] the opposite of a solid.”

“Lo-high?” Yasha ran toward the signal, straight around for @Ibnamairi.

“You got low.” Ginnie hop.. hop... bounded into the air, a trail of steam behind her as she circled round to catch a gander at the menace. “Ooohhhhh you’re gonna want to hit him at max, Yash... we might need reinforcements after all...”

Ginnie became a blur, rocketing down toward the demonic beast.

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Tanaab, a rather nice place and home to the medic clan. But of course, nothing nice lasts, that was proven once more here, today on Tanaab. Adenn had been wakling around near the Clan Tal compound, doing his rounds after having visited the hospital again for another injury. By now, he was almost a regular there, and knew several of the medics by name. Of course, they all knew him too, but that could also be his reputation preceding him. That reputation was of an insane man who was injured often, and rarely took his armor off; oh, and no one had seen his face.

Regardless of all that, Adenn had been wakling through a nice zen area when the alarm began to ring. He listened to the announcement calmly, and began to make his way towards where this menace was. He didn't bother getting himself ready for a fight, he already was. All of his usual weapons were with him(see BIO) and he had a few extra grenades on hand. The reason for that? Not even Adenn knew why he brought so many weapons along this time around. But he sure was glad he did.

It took a minute of quick walking before he arrived at the scene. He immediately took note of [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] and her group at/near the gate of the compound, then he saw the Mand'alor([member="Yasha Cadera"]) and Ginnie as well. Then he saw the creature, that was the only word Adenn had to describe it, for it was some monster with a sword that had beat Sterling. That was no easy feat, and the creature didn't look any worse for wear. Sighing to himself, Adenn watched as the Mand'alor and Ginnie attacked the creature, he wanted to see what this thing could do before attacking.

Instead, Adenn walked over to stand by Taozi while shaking his head slightly. Standing near her, Adenn looked over at her, then to Sterling before back to her.
"So, this thing beat Sterling? Do you have any information on it, absolutely anything?" He turned his attention back to the little fight scene before unsheathing his own sword. Adenn wasn't going to attack, yet. Instead, he rested the sword on his right shoulder(holding it in right hand). For now,, he'd watch and wait, if it looked like they weren't doing too much damage, Adenn would come in and attack as well. But for now, he'd watch and wait, studying this new enemy.

[member="Yasha Cadera"] [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] [member="Ibnamairi"]

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Training a Force user to be a Mandalorian was a bit tougher than Tyran had thought it was going to be and as such there had been some unforseen injuries inflicted upon him that had drained his medical stores so a trip to Tanaab was in order to replenish them. He looked over at [member="Anora Vahn"] in the co pilots chair of his ship as they made the quick jump to Tanaab. "You didn't have to throw me through the wall you know," He said with a bit of a smirk. "You should see the bruise it left on shoulder!"

He'd told her to start implementing Force attacks into her training and boy had she certainly done that, maybe a bit to eagerly in his studied opinion. "Anyways we shouldn't be having any issues on Tanaab, Clan Tal are peaceful at least until you make them angry. They're mostly medics and most Mando'ade come here if they have suffered any significant injury." His navcomputer beeped signalling the drop out of hyperspace was near and Tyran brought them back into realspace and instantly his comms picked up an alert from the surface. "Clan Tal has issued a emergency alert, looks like they're under attack by some...alien. Better go get suited up." He told her as he brought the ship down into the atmosphere.

Tyran brought the ship down as close to the hospital as he could and even from a few thousand feet up he could see that the place was bustling with activity, way more than usual. He set the ship down in a field and quickly went to his weapons locker and grabbed his gear. The incident wasn't too far from the main Clan Tal compound and was within easy running distance from where they had landed. When he came up to the scene to find [member="Adenn Kyramud"], his adoptive sister the Mand'alor [member="Yasha Cadera"], [Member="Taozi Fuyuan"] and a few others facing down something that Tyran had never encountered before.

"What in the hell is that thing?" He muttered as he set up his rifle into the assault configuration.

[member="Ibnamairi"]

 

[Anora Vahn]

The co-pilot's chair swiveled from side to side, and Anora let out a loud scoff in reaction to the accusation tossed her way. "I did not put you through the wall." she made sure to very sternly point out. "I threw you at the wall, and that was only me doing what I was told. So hey, you have no one to blame but yourself for that one."

When [member="Tyran Numeck"] started in about their destination, that caused Anora to sit up in her seat and turn it back so that she was mostly facing forward. There was a snarky comment about how if he wasn't such a baby, he wouldn't need fresh supplies, but she had thought better of it and kept it to herself for the time being. Best to save that one for a rainy day, or when she had more instances to stack with it. So instead her head bobbed to show she was listening and taking in the information he was giving her.

At least until they came out of hyperspace and they got a distress call. The brunette's brow pulled down in the middle, and when she was told to suit up Nora unstrapped from her seat and made her way back to the ship's armory. By the time Tyran had set the ship down and joined her, she was already nearly geared up and ready to go - which was a vast improvement from when she had first started attempting to get armor on in a hurry. She followed Tyran out once they were both ready to go, though her stride after him slowed much sooner than his did when...whatever that thing was came into view.

"What did you get me into now..?" she questioned, more to herself than to Tyran or the other assembled for that matter.


[member="Adenn Kyramud"], [member="Yasha Cadera"], [member="Taozi Fuyuan"], [member="Ibnamairi"]

 

[Ibnamairi]

Ibnamairi tightened his grip on the black blade's handle, noise.... so much noise. He hated how loud these people were, it irritated his ears. His gaze slowly drifted away, until it locked with [member="Taozi Fuyuan"]'s. There were no words, no noises, just silence from the sithspawn as he stared at the Alor of medics, until his metal like feet impacted ground and he turned. For a few moments he walked forward, towards this pink haired stranger, unaware of the 'danger' he faced in doing so. A curious thing she was, with that strange colored hair. He almost started to reach out for her, before his awareness kicked in, and he felt both Ginnie and [member="Yasha Cadera"] making way.

He looked around, finding both, and then spotted [member="Adenn Kyramud"], [member="Tyran Numeck"], and [member="Anora Vahn"]n arriving as well. Five against one, hardly a fair fight for them. Not wanting to jump, he picked out a target at random, and moved, bending into a stance to prepare for a sprint. They had weapons, they had swords and guns. He... he had a sword too. And oh how the blood called for him...

With a burst of speed, enhanced by the power of the Force, he made a beeline for his chosen victim: Anora Vahnn. The woman he could feel in the Force, she was a God too, as he had been. Her existence insulted him, disgusted him beyond belief. He would make her understand when he cleaved her in two, the massive black blade being swung up onto his shoulder, then back down overhead as he got closer to her. He didn't really think about how this move would avoid Ginnie, only that it got him closer to the one he wanted to kill.

He ignored the shots the soldiers fired at him, what didn't miss almost pinged off his 'armor'. At least now though, they could get to Sterling without having to get by him.

 

[Taozi Fuyuan]

The members of Clan Tal stood absolutely still as [member="Ibnamairi"] turned to face them. Taozi felt it's stare focused on her, and felt frozen as it slowly walked towards her. She stared back, outwardly fearless, even as panic alarms sounded in her head. Out of the corner of her vision, she thought she saw the creature move his hand, as if to reach out and touch her. The motion seemed... familiar. But why?

Taozi was torn from her thoughts as [member="Ginnie Dib"] and [member="Yasha Cadera"] arrived on the scene, and breathed a sigh of relief. She'd have to ask Yasha why she didn't mention she'd be on Taanab today later. Slowly, as others such as [member="Adenn Kyramud"], [member="Tyran Numeck"], and [member="Anora Vahn"] arrived on the scene, Taozi's nerved settled. Surely with this many people they could defeat this monster? Turning her head at Adenn's question, she shook her head. "Unfortunately not. All I know it's something... Sith-like."

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Seeing the creature angle his body at his friend in a way that could only be described as threatening made Tyran switch right into soldier mode. Gone was the man with quick wit and a smirk on his face, the one standing in his place was pure business now. He brought his modular rifle tight to his shoulder and depressed the trigger until all three hundred and twenty blaster bolts the charge pack held into the creature but it seemed to do nothing.

Tyran switched to the slug thrower, something with a bit more oomph and started marching towards the alien but again his rounds seemed to do precious little against this enemy. Out of ammo Tyran dropped the rifle and ejected a meter long beskar blade from a wrist housing on his right arm, it was a new addition to his arsenal.

"Don't know what the hell you are, but you're done on this planet!" He called out to the creature. Tyran saw that the thing wasn't slowing down so he exhaled and started sprinting at the beast closing to within half a meter before activating his jet pack and launching himself up into an arc that would bring him right down onto his target.

[member="Yasha Cadera"], [member="Ibnamairi"], [member="Anora Vahn"], [member="Adenn Kyramud"], [member="Taozi Fuyuan"], [member="Ginnie Dib"]

 

[Anora Vahn]

The Sithspawn’s focus shifted, and Anora felt the movement even before she saw it. In that moment it when everything should have moved too quickly, it had all slowed way down. Her vision threatened to become tunneled, and she could hear each breath she took and her heartbeat in her ears. “Tyran…” she breathed her mentor’s name, her friend’s name, but she didn’t know why. In that moment she was aware of several things all at once. She had forgotten her blade on the ship when they landed. She should have stuck with the Jedi long enough to at least get herself a lightsaber. Blaster fire wasn’t going to do her any good, and that was pretty much her only means of both offense and defense.

And then with startling realization, Anora exhaled heavily, almost in a huff. It wasn’t all she had.

Truth be told, Nora had spent quite a bit of her time keeping her Force abilities at bay until recently when Tyran had insisted that she start working on them again. She had spent so long keeping the moves out of her arsenal that most of the time she didn’t even think about it. Nightmares sure, meditation alright, but the skills she had honed – or had even at least learned and had been working on before everything went south?

With the spawn closing in on her quickly, Anora leapt skyward at a backwards angle. Her goal was to put distance between herself and the damned thing. Her skills were physical, always had been, and now it seemed they were going to be put to the worst test ever. While she was airborn she concentrated on the monster and focused a Force push forward at it, and once her feet touched the ground again, the brunette took off running. She had put some distance between her and the SIthspawn, now the question was how long could she hold that distance until she could find something to use to her advantage?

[member="Tyran Numeck"], [member="Yasha Cadera"], [member="Ibnamairi"], [member="Adenn Kyramud"], [member="Taozi Fuyuan"], [member="Ginnie Dib"]

 

[Yasha Cadera]

“Yeah, threw him like a doll. Don’t get close enough to be grabbed until we know what this thing is… other than hellspawn.” Yasha hung back, as [member="Adenn Kyramud"] got on the scene, quickly followed by her brother [member="Tyran Numeck"] and [member="Anora Vahn"].

“Someone run crowd control, we need to keep it isolated to as few populated places as possible… Oh Tyran got you into death and pestilence, what else?! Ginnie, what’s your take!?”

The aforementioned [member="Ginnie Dib"] was zooming back to earth in time to miss [member="Ibnamairi"] in his vault to get to Anora.

“Feels Netherish. It’s sithspawn, but I need to get closer to see if it’s alchemical or some form of hell freak! Yo, [member="Taozi Fuyuan"]! Your medics better go for [member="Sterling Kinslayer"]! I’m beginning to feel a cord I can sever, and that ain’t anything but necromantic.”

"RRrrrraaah!" Anora ran, and Yasha threw herself in the middle directly into the demon’s way, her war hammer poised in front. The second he made contact with it, a sincere and serious arc of lightning would course through the hammer into him, Yasha’s swing augmented by the repulsors in the weapon.

She had, as a child, destroyed armoured tanks with the same swings. Now, she was larger, stronger. The kinetic power of her Rekr Karyatesa was enough to rend heavy artillery armour, or break gashes in heavily hulled ships.

“BELLY UP, YASH!” Ginnie flew in, her entire body a conflagration of flame and a mastery of the Force. The Mandalorian Witch let a surge of plasmic fire slam in Ibnamairi’s side, hoping to tag-team with the Mand’alor’s hopeful strike.

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Frowning behind his helmet, Adenn took notice of more people gathering. They all were focused on this creature, and little thought was given to Sterling. Then again, Adenn wouldn't know what to do for someone so injured. Thus he turned slightly to [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] and spoke in a quiet tone, one only those next to him could hear.
"If that thing moves, get to Sterling and make sure he's alive. Should he still live, which I think he does, get him medical attention. It's a good thing we're right outside/near the hospital." He chuckled dryly to his own comment before returning his attention to the creature.

Then [member="Ibnamairi"] charged straight for [member="Anora Vahn"], the notion of it insulted Adenn slightly. Nevertheless, he'd help his vode deal with this creature and then be back in time for food. Adenn was going to make a move when he noticed that the shots from [member="Tyran Numeck"] had no effect on the creature, and thus the man and [member="Yasha Cadera"] had decided to charge the creature. Sighing to himself, Adenn shook his head and decided he'd see what came of the attack. He still had his sword resting on his right shoulder and was following the creature with his eyes.

When [member="Anora Vahn"] had jumped away and used the Force on the thing. Then he also noticed that Sterling was wide open now, the creature had left him behind. Sighing again, he turned his head to the members of Clan Tal.
"Come on then vod, let's go get Sterling."

With that, Adenn began a light jog toward Sterling. He was aiming to keep an eye on the creature, make sure it wouldn't attack any medics that came with him. If it did, he'd stand his ground and fight it, allowing the medics to get to Sterling and check him over. Adenn held the sword loosely at his side(right), and monitored the creature. His helmet would be recording the fight, making sure to try and find any weakness it could. Once they reached Sterling, Adenn would stand on the side facing the creature and let the medics do their work. He himself would merely accompany them, ensuring their safety.

[member="Yasha Cadera"] [member="Anora Vahn"] [member="Tyran Numeck"] [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] [member="Ibnamairi"]

 

[Ibnamairi]

Much came before his strike could land, within the precious few moments. The false god he wished to slay leaped back, far out of his reach, as one of the pests unleashed a barrage of shots at him. Most pinged off his armor skin, though admittedly the slugs at least he felt on approach. Then the pest sprouted wings, and chose to come down atop him, which was met with the already in progress swing of his blade. The metals scraped together, protecting Ibnamairi from the blade the gnat swung, and in the same instant he felt the false god blast him with the Force. She was weak, pathetic, desperate... though it did cause him to stall and his swing to be halted.

Then the one that hurt, the combined strike from another God and a slightly stronger gnat with a hammer. Both the swing and the pillar of flame was enough to actually force Ibnamairi back, together sending him skidding several meters across the dirt back and to his side. His legs seemed to dig into the dirt, which is why he stopped before going flying, and looking at him at first it seemed as though nothing had happened. Truth be told, as it would appear soon, his armor itself seemed to bruise slowly, since it was indeed his physical skin. The fire itself seemed to cause him a modicum of... comfort. Clearly the fire was painful, but warmed up now (literally), he felt energetic, more so than usual. And thus, threw himself again at them all...

There wasn't really any strategy to it, the only difference was he now had more than one person he wanted to kill. He formed a destructive force push in his left hand, and practically roared like a dragon as he sent it at [member="Ginnie Dib"], a blast filled with nothing but pain and hatred. Towards the one who touched him, and actually hurt him, he brought his massive blade back and swung horizontally at her midsection. He would rend the pest in two, and end its lucky little life if it killed him. Naturally such a blow was pure momentum, and even if the avoided it the swing would continue around the spawn.... In its haste to return to fighting it blot out the existence of everyone but these two, and the coward god running so far away. Instinct and hate...



Meanwhile Adenn would finally be able to get a good look at Sterling, battered and laying unconscious in his armor. Armor that very curiously seemed little more than a pallet swapped version of the spawn that had broken him down... if he removed the helmet or let the medics do so he would see the face of Sterling bruised and bloody but very much alive at the moment, if pale from some asphyxiation.

[member="Adenn Kyramud"] :|: [member="Yasha Cadera"] :|: [member="Anora Vahn"] :|: [member="Tyran Numeck"] :|: [member="Taozi Fuyuan"]

 

[Tyran Numeck]

They needed to get that damned blade out of the creatures hand somehow then an idea hit Tyran almost as hard as the creature had when he'd deflected Tyran's aerial attack. "His sword!" He called out to the others. "If our weapons can't breach his armor then maybe its own weapons can!"

He sprinted after the creature that Ginnie had surmised to be a sithspawn. "Ginnie you and Anora hit it again with a strong Force blast, the strongest you can muster to try and stun it, Yasha let's try to get that sword out of it's grasp." Tyran launched himself into the air again with his jetpack, nothing significant but enough to give him a bit of momentum as he latched onto the sithspawn's arm and used ever ounce of strength he had in his muscles to try and isolate that arm so Yasha could get the alien weapon free.

[member="Yasha Cadera"] - [member="Anora Vahn"] - [member="Adenn Kyramud"] - [member="Taozi Fuyuan"]

 

[Taozi Fuyuan]

Taozi watched the battle before her, eyes sharp with focus. She had to get to [member="Sterling Kinslayer"] like [member="Adenn Kyramud"] said. [member="Ibnamairi"] was strong, and withstood attacks from [member="Ginnie Dib"] and [member="Yasha Cadera"] with little trouble. The creature's focus had switched from [member="Anora Vahn"] to the other women in an instant. [member="Tyran Numeck"] had made a smart suggestion with trying to get the creature's sword. A hum came from the Tal Alor as five of her medics rushed with Adenn to Sterling.

Ginnie's fire had done little to the sithsawn, and in fact, seemed to energize it. The plating, it looked bruised, as though the creature's armor was in fact it's actual skin. Taozi's focus switched from the battle to where her medics had reached Sterling, and was relieved to see them give her a sign he was alive. Turning her attention back to the fight, Taozi ordered her clan mates to secure the perimeter, and guard the entrance to the hospital.

"Ginnie, I don't think your fire works well on this creature! He was energized by it more than he was harmed, and I believe it's armor, is actually it's skin!" Taozi called out to those fighting, before making her way to Sterling to inspect him herself,

 

[Yasha Cadera]

“Gin?! Fire isn’t working!”

“I see it…” [member="Ginnie Dib"] grounded herself with a kinetic bang of both feet on the ground, before being buffeted back by @Ibnamairi. She skittered several feet, but kept her footing. “Elek, [member="Tyran Numeck"]! Oy, Yash! I like this one! He’s got style!”

“You can thank Aditya for adopting Ty later!” Yasha gritted her teeth and leapt up beyond the midsection swing. She rather didn’t wish to get bifurcated in an attempt to show her friend some good schools and medical facilities.

Flipping backward, Yasha grabbed her hammer with both hands and grunted into another massive swing - this one aimed at the sithspawn’s sword arm. If she could dull the nerve in his forearm, there was a chance it could unclench his fingers…

Tyran had good ideas, and [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] sounded like she had [member="Sterling Kinslayer"] ’s injuries almost under control. If they could buy [member="Adenn Kyramud"] time… and push the beast away from the population, then they would all make it out of this.

Ginnie nodded to [member="Anora Vahn"] and fixed her stance firm in the ground. A wash of power tangled around her, as the very earth rose to secure her feet and lower legs.

“No more fire? Elek, Taozi! Mama’s still got this.” Attempting to time her strike with Tyran, Anora and Yasha, Ginnie raised both hands, and the earth at Ibnamairi’s feet would jitter and quake, opening beneath him and the Mand’alor. A stalagmite of hardened stone veered from the ground, intended to pierce at the creature’s armour.

If fire wouldn’t do, there was so much more which could be done.

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

As Adenn made his way to Sterling, he kept an eye on [member="Ibnamairi"] and those engaging him. Then he arrived at the Komos side and saw the extent of his injuries and how the armor was very similar to their current enemy. Quirking an eyebrow, Adenn took a closer look at their enemy while [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] made her way to Sterling with some medics. Positioning himself between them and their enemy, Adenn kept his sword held at his side, ready to use it, but currently only observing. He had made the same observation as her, that Ginnies fire seemed to help the creature more than harm it. He spoke then, to Taozi, voice cautious and filled with anticipation.
"Get Sterling inside and to proper medical facilities, which are thankfully right there." Shaking his head slightly in amusement, Adenn nonetheless kept an eye on the creature. "Looks like Sterling will need some more healing and I don't think this fight will be something for you and your medics."

While standing there, [member="Yasha Cadera"], [member="Ginnie Dib"], and [member="Tyran Numeck"] attacked [member="Ibnamairi"]. The ground opening trick was amusing and Adenn let out a chuckle while watching, he hoped that the enemy would be injured by that. If not, well there were enough people here that no doubt they would eventually injure it, hopefully kill it. However, he also wished to enter the fray and help his vode in killing the thing, not simply guard some medics while the action unfolded before his eyes. Adenn had a duty though and he would stick to it, staying with the medics until Sterling was safe, and then and only then joining the fray. Grunting once in annoyance, Adenn turned his head to Taozi and spoke again.
"Alright doc, let's move him now, if he gets hurt more in the process, I'm sure you can fix him up."

That being said, Adenn prepared to move back to the entrance to the compound. He'd move once the medics moved, always staying between them and [member="Ibnamairi"], sword in one hand, jetpack ready, and wrist weapons primed. Adenn wanted to get in the fight or let the creature come to him, but he'd ensure the medics were safe first.

[member="Yasha Cadera"] [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] [member="Tyran Numeck"] [member="Ibnamairi"] @Anora Vahn