To touch the core, is to touch the heart(Lords of the Fringe Dominion of Lujo)

[Meret Blackmoon]

She left her comlink open so he could hear her narration. " Daddy Bird, there are only seven targets do you copy? I am proceeding. Taking initial shot..." Meret controlled her breath and squeezed the trigger on exhilation. Since it was a pulse weapon she aimed for the chest...Pow..."One down" She inhaled adjusted the shot, exhale..."Two, three..." She observed an enemy gun ship which appeared on the horizon headed for Sargon. "You've got company. A gunship, ugly...old but fuccccntioning" She continued . "Four, five and six, come on come, seven." The pilot of the gunship saw the laser sight and passed over the building and was on the way to the ridge. There was one insane difference. They were shooting live rounds. @#!$%^^## I am the target now" Meret moved behind a larger boulder and waited.
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[Sargon Vynea]

Sargon grunted at the gunship coming in above, and in honesty didn't have a good solution. His rifle wasn't bringing a gunship own, and he lacked any kind of heavier firepower. Of course he could also call in some fighters, but by the time they got here his sniper would be banta poodoo. There was one more option though, the house could contain heavy weapons, but it was full of gas... lovely. They had however already ran out to the other side.

Running around the building he'd also forgotten the count, she'd never put down number seven. He needed to clear his mind. Breathing out Sargon pulled up his rifle and threw it at number seven as he turned the corner. It wasn't the normal movement, but it gave him plenty of time to pull out his vibrosword and impale him. Now he needed to find something that would kill a gunship. Looking about his mind now calmer as he touched the force he saw the one man had been running out with pieces of a mountable blaster cannon.

::Humming bird, I'm assembling heavy weaponry... need a minute... if you don't die I'll buy first round, and maybe even second.:: Getting to work on the setup Sargon just hoped she made it that long.

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[Meret Blackmoon]

The sound of the approaching gunship made her ears ring. She crouched down in a fetal position to make her heat signature appear to be that of a medium sized animal. It worked. The ship's echo started to diminish. "Die? it will be a cold day in Mustafar, Daddy Bird...time? ok ....OK?" Meret took off her armor and secured all the pieces together, in one unit, she stepped out from the bolder and threw the armor down the ridge. The armor hit one rock after another creating a rock slide. The armor did not fit and she was glad to be rid of it. She returned to her squatting position behind the bolder. The distraction worked; the gunship was coming back. She heard fire below her position "So do you have a clear shot? over"
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[Sargon Vynea]

With only a few quick glances Sargon judged she was going to be fine, but he kept his mind clear to get the cannon together quickly. It was a beautiful cannon, and once he finished it would give a good punch to even a gunship. The last pieces were getting screwed in as he pulled the last small lever, and the weapon started to buzz. ::Hummingbird, weapon is primed will began firing shortly.::

Drawing a bead Sargon squared himself up, and pulled the trigger on the cannon. He then promptly felt his right shoulder bruising and possibly cracked the bone. The gunship was much worse for wear though, and with a trail of smoke started off away from the engagement. ::Hummingbird, I'm gonna need a minute, but I'm all clear here:: With that he sat back against a wall and waited for a shuttle, and a medical droid.

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[Meret Blackmoon]

She turned off her comlink. She did not want him to hear her whine. She did not want to appear to be weak. The gunship was targeting the area right below her secure little ledge. Each blow sent a stunning sensation through her body: feet, legs, pelvis, and solar plexus. Her heart rate doubled. There was a buzzing in her ears…KABOOM. Smoke, metal shrapnel, white-hot embers floated in air near Meret. Sargon came through. “Great job Daddy bird! Let’s wrapped this up and move on to the next, Daddy Bird do you copy?” She checked her comlink and the explosion took out her comlink too. Meret’s hearing was impaired from the blast. She brushed off a space on the ledge and laid down. She took her weapon, used the scope to get a visual on Sargon. HE WAS INJURED!
She considered her options. He was still alive not dead. He was breathing and not experiencing excessive blood loss. She could give up her spot and go to him or wait for reinforcements. Meret made a quick decision. She slung her weapon over her shoulder and started to descend to his location. She kept close to the rock formations to maintain some sort of stealth cover.
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[Sargon Vynea]

Sargon had brought a governor to a gunfight, and she'd actually panned out pretty well so far. Of course in the Fringe he should have known better, everyone just seemed a little tougher out here. Even as he relaxed he felt the ground shudder again as he heard more explosions, and with a quick twist he assessed the situation. The gunship was attempting another pass, but more importantly his little birdie was missing from her nest. ::Hummingbird, do you read me? Hummingbird, I need your status, copy?::

With a breathe he cleared his mind, and aimed another blast towards the gunship. Being aware of its power this time he properly braced himself despite the pain in his shoulder, and blinked his eyes as he reached out to the force. Listening to the voice on the wind he gave control over to it, and pulled the trigger. It wouldn't have been where he would have shot it ever, but the side of the gunship exploded in a plume of flame with the hit. His only guess was he'd scored directly against their ammo supplies. Either way the gunship was limping towards space, most likely in the hopes of the void putting out the fires.

Dropping the gun Sargon ran at full speed towards the ridge his shoulder hurting every time his feet landed with a jolt. En route he hit his comms to signal in a shuttle, and some reinforcements. Crossing the gap quickly in his rush he panted a bit as he reached the top of the ridge, some training time needed to be scheduled out. Looking over the ridge he reached out with the force to find any sign of life.


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[Meret Blackmoon]

As she was going down the canyon, a formidable specter rushed passed her. It took a few seconds for her to realize what that was. Meret was focus on getting to Sargon when he had passed her up. "Hey, Daddy Bird, I am here!" She reversed her steps and now was following him. His pace was that of a sprinter; she could not catch him. Finally he stopped at the ridge and she walked up behind him. Without saying a word Meret reached up and touched him on the back. She walked around Sargon and took a look at his injury. Meret ran her hand over his shoulder an pulled back the neckline of his shirt. He had some bruises but there were no bone fragments coming through his skin. Meret sat him down so his back rested on the bolder. She placed her index finger across his lips so he would not says a word. His shoulder was dislocated. She took his arm and did an external rotation moving the head of his humerus so it was clearly out of the joint. Then with her other hand she pressed down hard on the head of the humerus and did an internal rotation bringing his arm close to his body...and POP! it went back in place! " Are you ok? I learned that when I was on a humanitarian expedition to the outer rimm. I am ok but I cannot hear. My ear are still buzzing. What now?...speak up"
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[Sargon Vynea]

Sometimes it was pretty obvious to Sargon that woman simply didn't understand the effect they had on men. For the governor of Bakura time was simply nonexistent, and well it been quite some time since he even remembered a woman's touch. He was however a professional, and as such he kept his face stoic. Reaching out to the force Sargon embraced it to calm his mind as she placed her finger on his lips. Really woman just didn't know what they did to men, or maybe the did and were just cruel.

This wasn't his first dislocated shoulder, and he doubted it be his last. As such he knew this was about to hurt. Letting the force flow over him he let his senses flow with it around him. The sharp pain of a bone being pushed back into place was dulled inside the force, or at least he thought so... with his heightened senses. With a grunt he accepted it though an stayed still, at least he'd known what to expect. Opening his mouth he just breathed out hard to call the world back into focus.

Are you ok? I learned that when I was on a humanitarian expedition to the outer rimm. I am ok but I cannot hear. My ear are still buzzing. What now?...speak up" Was her response to his exhale, much to his amusement, but he wasn't going to tell her that. Grabbing her hand he just gave it a good squeeze and smiled. Standing up he heard the shuttle on approach from the distance. It was time to play hard ball now.

 

[Meret Blackmoon]

Meret looked at him and tried to access if he was in pain. Her hearing was just gone. She knew it would come back. This made her rely on her other senses. She saw the shuttle and followed him. Sargon would have to be her ears. Meret could still shoot....

 

[Sargon Vynea]

The arriving shuttle had brought exactly what he was hoping for a fire team from his own 121st Legion. As for his personal gear he walked into the shuttle bay, and raided the nearest locker. In a few minutes he was fully equipped in legionnaire battle armor, and with a good [url=http://starwarsrp.net/topic/11476-bti-cc13-blaster-rifle-ol-reliable/]Blas-Tech rifle he was set to go. With a quick gesture his legionnaires feel in behind him, and he hoped @[member="Meret Blackmoon"] would know some of the more basic ones due to he hearing loss.

Walking over to her he pulled pulled out a holo emitter and pointed to a spot where the red spots were converging. "Seems we have tipped them off, but I like getting this all out of the way at once. Do me a favor though no more getting shot at!"

Walking back down towards the house he split them up into two speeders, "Try to get in close before they check our gear. Its an urban situation so if we can get you in a high building you'll have plenty of opportunity. As he gunned the motor he figured he'd add while she was still deaf a quick compliment. "By the way your hair smells nice." Watching the horizon he could already see the larger buildings, this had the potential to get messy.

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[Lucien Cordel]

"So the walls have been re-enforced and the turrets are coming on line ?" Lucien asked the head builder as the pair strolled along the wall.The builder nodded. "Good continue I want this wing of the fort battle ready by the end of three days" He said before pivoting and walking briskly away. He walked over to the buildings counting house.Its polished stone glistening in the sunlight.The doors of the counting house fell open as he neared.He stepped from the paving onto the varnished wooden floor.Head of him lay the vaults to either side the offices of the accountants and building managers it looked to be doing well. He left shortly after arriving there was little need of him being there.He would return to his own accommodation to supervise

 

[Meret Blackmoon]

She rummaged through the equipment and found an adjustable vest which provided some protection. She was watching Sargon; he was a military machine working with the utmost efficiency. She watch his mouth and tried to mouth his words to understand his directions…we were ripped off, I like spitting and going all the way… She was so frustrated. Meret focused on Sargon’s mouth. His lower lip was full and a slightly darker color than his upper lip. His upper lip was pale and symmetrical. The corners of his mouth had fine little laugh lines in comparison to a deeper scar above the upper left side of his mouth. Her focus shifted to the topographically readout. There was a tower on the southeast corner of the grid. It was a perfect nest for a humming bird. In a louder than usual voice she pointed to the tower “There I need to be there.” He nodded in agreement. “My hair smells like rice? I know I need a bath but I was nearly blown up…” She looked at Sargon and pointed to her ears.
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[Sargon Vynea]

“My hair smells like rice? I know I need a bath but I was nearly blown up…” Well that had blown up even worse then if he just said something. He just smiled back at her "You know you are going to get me into trouble yet, but yes that tower is perfect." As they approached the outskirts of the city Sargon slowed the speeder down and started watching roof tops for heavies. The cells would most likely have not had a chance to put up a perimeter yet, but there was no sense in taking chances.

The first stop would be the tower building, and it was there he parked the speeders. "Optio, I want half the fire team in that building watch Humming Bird's back. The rest of you are with me, we go in with concussion grenades. I want prisoners not corpses." Turning back to @[member="Meret Blackmoon"] he gave her a little smile, "No dying on me now, you're fun to have around."

 

[TimirOrso]

Timir was one of many staff and engineers who were assigned to oversee the construction of the new temple, a work of grand design and propensity that was to be truly awesome in its technical glory. At least so the Skakoan thought. Timir had spent many sleepless and worrysome nights aiding in the design, construction and practicality of the current project and he most assuredly wanted it to be seen through.

Timir in a previous life was Combat Engineer for various interstellar governments and private contractors so this had been one of the few times Timir was not concentrated soley on Defense but rather civilian comfort. As a result, the nagging feeling that kept bothering Timir was that the Temple would lack adequate defense for which he had lobbied numerous times for this charge but was dismissed.


So far construction had been going smoothly, transports carrying millions of tons of material were hauled in and detailed daily and every worker was made sure that they filled there full days quota of construction, all under his watch. However, Timir still thought construction could be more streamlined an quickened if only more droids were employed for the menial labor while the details could be handled by more creative organics. Peculiarly, as well as most striking to Timir was that SLAVES were being handled, and the worst lot too! They were slow, old and too unwilling, many were sick and openly rebellious, not to mention crippled.


This too was something Timir had attempted and failed to address to the construction foreman, however he was again shot down. Morals were not a factor nor adequate defense in his case but rather, it was expediency and the great amount of politking that surrounded the construction that worried Timir the most.

 

[Meret Blackmoon]

She grabbed some strands of her hair and brought it to her nose and took a sniff it does not smell like rice. Then she grabbed the collar of her jacket and sniffed. Her jacket smelled like burnt charcoal. Now Meret had more responsibility then she ever asked for. One member lead point and climbed the staircase. It was all clear and everyone got in position. She sat on a small wooden tool box and set her weapon on a window ledge. The view was spectacular. She had more that 180 degree range. To the north there were three main roads and from the west there was only one main through way. There was a reservoir of water to the south. She look to her spotter and pointed to her ears. "Please give me a hand signal when you have contact with Sargon." Meret was going to cringe when she said her next direction. " Touch me on my shoulder, when the team is ready." She set her weapon to stun, adjusted the scope and waited for the go ahead.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

The city streets were crowded in the midday, full of people who had no idea they were being used as shields by the terrorist cells. He had been honestly surprised at the combing of the cells, but the amount of Fringe forces were unusually low for a new world. The Wrathful One had brought a fleet in, but outside of that most of the force had been deemed a unnecessary due to the political nature of the situation. Sargon's personal escort Defender was in orbit, but he wasn't going order an orbital bombardment on a city.

Sargon was in his element however much he'd come to embrace the light of the Force he also knew his own past. He had been a mercenary, and after that a professional soldier for far longer then a Skyknight. The enemy numbers were anywhere from forty to a hundred depending on cell size, but they were completely unorganized. Some still hadn't reached the city, and even amongst those who had they'd be fighting over leadership.

The key was to hit them before they were organized. They were headquartered in a three story building well in range of his sniper according to his HUD display, and that little humming bird had already proved herself. The streets were starting to thin as word spread of the other spots of isolated fire fights across the planet. Add to that the appearance of legionnaires, and it was more then enough to send them promptly home.

Finally at the last intersection before the building Sargon's fire team stopped dead against a wall. His HUD was showing several rooftop sentries via surveillance from a recon fighter. ::Hummingbird, i'm seeing six sentries it looks like. At least one is in prone most likely a sniper. If you can clear the roof's perimeter we can breach::

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[Meret Blackmoon]

There was buzz in her comlink she turned and looked at the team member in back of her. He gave her a nod and it was showtime!
Meret tilted her head to the side and felt a rush of fluid in her ear canals. She held her nose and blew as hard as she could; she screamed in pain. Her ears popped and she could hear again. Hummingbird, i'm seeing six sentries it looks like. At least one is in prone most likely a sniper. If you can clear the roof's perimeter we can breach:: “YES YES I can hear you! Give me two minutes, will set it up. I’ll take out sniper first, then the sentries.” She got ready and lined up the shot. Two minutes seemed like an eternity. She took in a deep breath an exhaled squeezing the trigger BAM “Sniper neutralized,” she adjusted her shot to the sentry near a roof top door. She took her shot. “ two down.“ Readjusting her position number three was in her crosshair. “Three down” A four sentry turned and looked at the tower but before he could react Meret took him out. BAM “ That’s four” Two were standing against a wall near an electrical transformer She was almost finished with her task. Her team member put his hand on her back and shouted in her ear “Hurry someone’s coming!” She could vaguely her footsteps from the ground below. She took in a breath and fired “Five” And again…”Six, Daddy Bird, It is clear for you it is a go. Will await further instructions. ” Several armed terrorist ascended the narrow staircase it was indeed a death sentence for them. Meret’s team picked them off one by one.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

With the go Sargon signaled his men forward and rushed across the street half his team headed toward the rear, other to the front. The Governor himself chose a different route as he started up a fire escape, nothing beat a three prongs breach. Letting his awareness flow with the force he searched for any life on the third floor as he crossed the roof. There were plenty of life signs below him, but finding out more would take focus he couldn't spare at the moment.

Reaching the rooftop door Sargon leaned against the wall, and took a quick breath before pushing the door open. The building was officially a large office building which meant a lot of cover. Each floor was rented out to multiple companies, and a series of medical specialist on the second floor as well. Without knowing which offices belongs to cells, and which were legitimate fronts he couldn't use grenades either.

::Hummingbird, how you doing over there? You did great on the roof owe you three rounds tonight now.:: He didn't move forward from the stairwell yet, but just waited there on one knee iron sights aimed at the entry. Now he just had to wait for the first floor doors to be breached. Hopefully that would draw out the terrorist, and then the real fun would began.

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[Meret Blackmoon]

:Hummingbird, how you doing over there? You did great on the roof owe you three rounds tonight now.::

" Daddy Bird I am waiting for further orders, standing by, over"

 

[Shinju]

Shinju continued to hear the reports while things went on. She had moved to several of the cells to work on them and slowly the polished stone with drains to go far below, the torches lit the area while a she slid the straps along the dark wood. There was fighting and chatter but her thoughts were on making sure their entire dungeon was ready. She wasn't a fighter like the others, she was an interrogator in the fringe and right now getting the grotto to be her, Dharma's and the Wrathful Ones pleasure.