Ven-ter My Services Voroll-tarily [Venny, Voroll, HK]

[HK-36]

[member="Voroll"],
Unknown Region of Protectorate Space,
Merchant Convoy Enroute to CIS Space

The Merchant Captain nodded simply as he looked over the holo-projector showing their chosen trajectory for the course. A simple journey from Abregado-Rae towards Confederate Space, carrying shipment of foodstuff and valuable bacta. The convoy was not aligned to either of the factions, simply private small-time investors making their living.
"Anything on the sensors?"
The Captain asked, looking from the navigation-projector to his communications officer,
"No, sir, quiet as usually."
He nodded, patting his beard as his gaze turned back to the map briefly,
"Well looks like we may make it through to the other side peacefully."
"Let us hope it's not calm before the storm."
His Yeoman responded, the Captain smirked slightly, rather sadly knowing that space in those parts can be dangerous, even with patrols and protection of Omega, there were new threats lately lurking in the sector.
"Indeed, connect me to our mercenary friend,"
The Captain said towards his communications officer, moving over to sit in his command chair. The mercenary friend he has referred to was the young Templar Voroll, one of the folks who answered the advertisements convoy has put up before their journey, hired to keep the merchants and their merchandise safe, in case of trouble.
"Looks like we may be paying you for nothing today, it is rather quiet so far."
The Captain would most likely eat his words, it was never something good to say during journeys like that, it simply invited trouble.

[member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"],
Unknown Region of Protectorate Space,
Horde-Aligned Raiding Party Setting Ambush for Passing Vessels

"Has everything been prepared,"
The raider leader asked the crew shuffling about his flag-ship, their ship outfitted with gravity wells.
"Yessir, we are poised to strike, the beast and our raiders have been loaded."
The beast they have referred to was Ven, a cage containing the Woman-Spawn was shoved onto one of the dropships the raiders were going to use, their plan to transport the monstrum aboard their enemy's vessel and unleash her.
"Good, now we wait for our prey."

Soon enough their sensors began to blare, one of the Raider crew looked back to their leader,
"Warlord, a convoy is coming within our range, merchants from the looks of it."
An evil grin has appeared on the face of the Raider,
"And so we strike- engage the gravity wells, sound alarms to be ready for combat!"

The Raiders didn't brought that many ships with them, just enough, their forces were not big enough to warrant or even alert the Protectorate forces pulling their whole navy on them, but they were big enough to provide worthy challenge for the merchants and their mercenaries.

Either way,
The Merchant Convoy and Voroll's ship would shake suddenly as they were pulled out of hyperspace by the volatile gravity wells of the Raiding Party, the Vong ships soon enough opened fire and the shields of merchants would begin flash under onslaught of pirate vessels as the battle erupted.
The Merchant Captain shouted into the transmission systems,
"All hands at battle stations, prepare to face the raiding party in battle!"

Before the Merchants and Voroll would realize what was going on the Raiders were already moving their plan into action,
"Launch all fighters and dropships!"
Their units shooting out from the hangars, scrambling to begin boarding actions upon the Merchants, Monster Ven, the Sith Spawn would be on one of them.

The Merchant Captain knew what he was doing, a veteran of battles, now retired to position of a trader,
"They have launched boarding parties, we need reinforcements!"
He sent out a transmission to his mercenaries as the security forces on the ship hurried to began forming defensive positions inside the hangars.
"Send out a distress signal, let us hope there is a Protectorate patrol nearby."
He commanded to his Communications Officer, the man simply nodded,
"Yessir"
As he carried out the orders

 

[Voroll]

The comfort of the pilot’s chair was something that could be improved upon, it was sturdy and designed specifically for shorter trips than Voroll intended to have. The black material, which seemed to be of some matted texture, was at least softer than some of the seats on the public transport he had taken for years prior – if there were seats even available. Regardless of the lack of extreme, breath-taking comfort, on which one could fall asleep within minutes, it provided good back support and kept him relatively alert. It also swivelled. So long as it swivelled, the density of the cushions mattered little.
Better yet, he turned around, enjoying the spin from the chair more than anything at present, he could always strap a few pillows to the floor and sit there if he ever needed it. But this was something he did not require, yet.

It had been half an hour, or so, since Fanny (the name he gave to the fanblade starship), had departed from the hangar of the Thundering Spire and Galaar’s company. He had allowed himself some time to relax and think through what had transpired and the words that had been exchanged before he made any form of a move. Of course this time to reflect came after he had disappeared from scanning range of the flotilla.
His head was leant back against the top of the chair, back slouched down at an angle, and eyes remained closed. Breath started to slow and become ever deeper, in an attempt to follow some vicarious guidance from Jedi teachings in the way of meditation. The boy was not a saint, never strictly adhering to the way of the light side, but nor did he ever stray into the path of the dark; the latter due to a lack of opportunity more than anything.
He wanted his mind cleared of any feelings associated with long-term thought regarding Galaar: including what he had intended to do following Voroll’s leave from the starcruiser. It was lucky that the small starfighter did not have enough room for the Mandalorian’s strill, Lord Cabur, otherwise the memories and feelings would be ever present. Until he got back to Bothawui he would have peace.

When the merchant convoy, headed back to confederate space, arrived only then did Voroll realise that he was a mercenary for hire. Being paid well for his services to these innocents, their lives and their cargo – which had not been enquired about. It was not his ‘job’ to ask questions, only to protect.
“That is fine by me.” He laughed into the communication with one of the captains: the one who had hired him. Sandhi Jelba. The merchants had also hired a small group of other guards as well, by the looks of the rag-tag squadron of starfighters making their rounds around an invisible and ever-moving perimeter.
At least two of the convoy’s starfighters were destroyed instantly when these raiders deployed their down assault teams. Dogfights, as one can imagine, ensued around the convoy and Horde ships. Orders were barked from all directions from various people, none of whom really knew the chain of command. As was a grave issue with hiring mercenaries for last-minute jobs.
The foil sprung up, along with blaster cannons, and shields charged for combat. Voroll had not flown in starfighter combat since early simulations with Fel naval personnel, so naturally he was worse at this than his ability to shoot a blaster or handle a lightsaber. He continued firing and swerving, spinning and firing until Jelba had called for reinforcements.
“I’ll be right there!” He almost shouted through the comm-system. The fan-foils of the starfighter retracted and he docked not in the hangar bay, but at a ventral docking port near the underside (if there ever is an underside in space) of the largest freighter. He had spotted larger-looking craft departing the hangars of the raider’s starships and determined that if they were docking crews, the first place they may go is a hangar bay. He did not want to risk Fanny in such a way, despite the location at which he parked her.

He ran through the ship as it rocked and klaxons deafened, with people he had never seen before – nor would he ever again – rushing to and fro for various reasons, with blaster rifle slung around his shoulder and lightsaber hilt clipped to his belt. He did not bring any armour from Bothawui to the Liberty Concord flotilla, and thus did not have any to wear in this future battle. He hoped his loose-fitting clothes would be enough to protect him, although he had his doubts.

[member=HK-36] [member=Ven'Rain Sekairo]

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

She was literally on a leash. It took four Vong 'beast handlers' to keep her under control. That and a few stun batons, plus a shock collar. Sithspawns are nasty creatures. Especially ones that contained the soul of a previously insane mercenary. "We're approaching the enemy's hanger, sir." One of the Vong said, nodding towards his captain. No verbal response was given. Silence would have filled the space if it hadn't been for 'Ven' and her growling. For an animal, knowing when the hunt was coming was an easy task. Already the urge to annihilate was steadily rising. Soon the handlers would release their creation upon the 'innocent' merchants. If they hesitated... they might end up on the hit list. In the past things had been different. Ven'Rain, previously dubbed 'The Mad Merc', had a conscious. She had morals she'd never abandon. But that was before her first real death. Before the horrendous process of creating a new demonic body for her. When the lass was reborn, her nature was altered severely. Getting her to stay calm was neigh near impossible. Taming her was only possible for two people: Circe Savan and Ventasia Terana. One worked for the Horde, the other for the Protectorate. Neither were around her very often. Unfortunately for these merchants, Ven met the latter even less.

"Landing in five... four... three... two... one." A little 'thud' announced their arrival. Shuttle doors were wrenched open, and out poured soldiers of varying races. Three were tasked with hauling the cage outside, another two held the leash. Everyone else ran off to find someone to fight or even kill. "I smell fear! WHO WANTS TO BE THE FIRST TO DIE?" Ven's voice easily boomed throughout the room. Anyone who wasn't terribly brave probably needed to change their trousers now. Sort of the thing that happens when an 8.5 feet tall beast is threatening to tear you limb from limb. Oi. With one swift motion, the leash was cut, the container was opened. Out came charging the horned demon in all her ferocious might. A primal roar left her lips. Much blood would be shed this night. Rushing forward the merc slammed a fist into a nearby man. By the sound he made, he was obviously hurt. "Curse me luck! This can't get worse!" Another yelped as he was shot down. Two more were quickly thrown to the ground with one flick of an armored wrist. Sithspawn were tough, they were deadly. And of course, they sure as hell weren't friendly. Soon someone caught Ven's attention. There was a man with a lightsaber, but no other famous inventions.

Killing him was her plan, her clear intention. For anything living was something worth destroying! This will be fun! She thought. Charging at the man (Apparently named @Voroll) she pulled out her blade. Vo better be prepared, lest he get flayed! A lighclub flickered into existence, crimson in color. There were still several dozen meters between the two soon-to-be opponents. In the distance an alarm started to blare. Perhaps more ships were coming? Eh, it mattered not at the moment. "HEY YOU THERE! Come over here so I can kick your ass!" One thing that had stayed the same about the mad merc was her love for taunting her enemies. That and the annoyingly loud voice. Maybe the Vong will be kind enough to sew her lips shut some day? Who knows.
[member="HK-36"]

 

[Voroll]

The hangar bay, by the time the Voroll arrived (having previous cut down a few marauding soldiers on the way in), was almost a mess. The bodies of merchants and soldiers were not carpeting the floor, but very noticeable amongst the noise and the lights. Although such bodies were indistinguishable from one another; he knew not which side was winning. The only indication of the assaulting force’s losses were the dead Vong, which were few and far between.

As eyes scanned the rest of the fire fight, watching those fleeing to find cover and save themselves or to find weapons to protect some precious cargo, a cage was spotted near a larger dropship from which many of the assault-force originated. The cage held a beast, moulded by evil and hatred and spawned for death and destruction. It was the only thing Voroll could do: stare. Deflect a bolt here and there, miss chopping a body with a swing.
But then it spoke, nay, it roared. Bloodthirsty and monstrous, and it had seen the lightsaber.
“Chit.” He muttered as it shouted to him across the hangar, heart beating ever faster. He moved before it did, right for the exit. He was close enough to it to hopefully not see the beast catch up to him. The console on the other side was the first thing he went for: he, like the spawned beast from hell, had an intention and goal – although his appeared after he closed the blast doors. Disabling the particle shield and venting the entire hangar out into space.

Of course he had no previous experience with such a task, so had no clue if any of this would work from a console accessible by literally everyone who walked by. He tapped away, pushing coloured buttons and flicking switches. After a good amount of time went by trying to find anything that would allow the fresh air of space to breach the protective shield and suck everything out into it, he carried on his merry way: fleeing the scene. After every turn and every so often he tried to close the doors behind him, unsure if his tricks had worked at throwing the beast into space, or keeping it locked behind weak metal doors.
He was no hero, rushing to meet death with open arms. He had nor the skill nor bravery for such feats. He enjoyed his life and intended to live as much of it as he could, even if it meant running away.

[member=Ven'Rain Sekairo] | [member=HK-36]

 

[HK-36]

Protectorate Space,
Orbit of Eriadu,
The Siege Tower

"Sir, we have received a distress signal."
The communications officer aboard the frigate has spoke up suddenly, HK would turn his head to look at him. The droid and his ship were just on a routine patrol through the Protectorate space, stopping by Eriadu to refuel quickly when they received the distress call from the merchant convoy.
"Who is it from?"
The droid queried towards his officer,
"A merchant convoy, in Protectorate space, sir."
HK nodded at the answer, looking to his Yeoman now,
"Set course to intercept this distress signal and have our troops at the ready, be prepared to launch our dropships and fighters as soon as we arrive."
Yeoman nodded, carrying out the orders,
"Yessir."
She responded in affirmation.

Soon enough the Siege Tower made its jump into hyperspace, they will arrive to help the convoy, but not just yet, it will take some time, for now [member="Voroll"] was on his own to face [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]

Speaking of which,
Meanwhile on the battlefield,

"Retreat!"
"Fall back!"
The mercenary soldiers begun to move back from the Horde landing zone, their charge spear-headed by the huge Sith Spawn breaking their initial defenses. However, they have already set up defense positions further down into one of the corridors of the ship, and heavy E-Web repeaters have already been installed and facing towards the advancing Horde Raiders,
"Fire!"
A storm of red bolts, fire thrown against the Horde, flew from the opening towards their lines, it would easily decimate any advancing infantry, but the good news were that due to them being down the corridor they did not had much of a swivel arc, they could just pretty much fire in a straight line, that would be enough to halt Horde advance, at least for now.

Aboard the bridge,
"Sir, somebody is trying to ovveride the hangar shields and open them up to the void."
The yeoman of the ship spoke up to her Captain Jelba, the older man nodded shortly, looking over the map of the hangars,
"Are all of our soldiers in secure location?"
He asked looking to his Yeoman, she nodded in an answer,
"Yessir, the hangar has been cleared and they fell back to defensive positions."
The Captain nodded,
"Let them open the shields then, and flush them out."

Soon enough, Ven could see the shields to hangar start to flicker as they were started to get shut down by Voroll, threatening to open them up to the Void of Space, sucked out by the rush of air.

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

How cowardly. The dastard was fleeing the scene in a mad dash. Hmm... Cowardly, but smart. Taking on Ven alone would never be considered a smart decision. Not while she was in this state, at least. One of the Vong seemed to nod at the lad's actions. He was cut down by a mercenary seconds later. That's what one gets when they stop paying attention. Soon corpses were scattered all around the hangar bay, many a bloody mess. Voroll was narrowly escaping becoming another one. Or that was what the Sithspawn believed. There wasn't a single person on this ship that she thought could beat her. Partially because only a few seemed willing to actually fight her. "Aggravating fools! Cap'n, get a hacker on that door, now!" Behind them the field was already starting to flicker. This could be very bad for the mercenary. Her armor would provide no protection against the vacuum of space. And though Ven had no authority over the Vong around her, they quickly followed her orders, fearing for their lives. If they didn't listen to her, she'd kill them. If she didn't kill them, the vacuum would. Dreadful. Raiding merchant fleets could be so troublesome sometimes. Usually for the merchants.​

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"Sir, we're nearly through the first door. Might make it in time." A group of soldiers were now crowded around the door. Some were still fighting, while others were running towards the exit. Even if they were able to hack this part of the system, not all of them would make it out alive. That didn't bother Ven in the slightest. When the metal pulled back, revealing the hallway, she rushed in. Right as she did the flickering shield gave out... As the hacker desperately tried to re-shut the door, oxygen, troopers, and loose items were all pulled into the abyss of space. A satisfying 'click' was heard as the area was secured. However a few screams penetrated the silence... marking the suffering of those about to perish beyond the 'gate'. Nearby one of the survivors gulped quietly. His brother was one of the men left behind. Oh dear, you're not going to cry now, are you? I hope not. Don't want any tear stains on this lovely parchment. Creases, tears, that's fine. But no tear stains. Not very manly. Wouldn't work with the theme of this whole... kadabble.​

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Ahem. Moving on. Now that the pesky problem of space was solved, it was time to bust out the big guns. Er, that is to say it's time to set Ven loose. As in: LET THE BEAST OF WAR BREAK DOWN THE PUNY WALLS OF SO-CALLED JUSTICE! LBWBDPWSJ for short. Don't try to pronounce that. It's futile. By now there were plenty of walls between Voroll and his pursuers. Some were thin enough for the mad merc to break down (one should keep her implants and large muscle mass in consideration), while others required assistance from explosives the Vong had brought. There was still a good chance that the boy would get away. Really, it depended on his movement speed, along with how many thick walls the group encountered. Not every one could be smashed down by the giant. In fact, they were stalled by a particularly nasty one that required nearly a full minute of hacking. The process was rather boring, really, so I'll spare you the details. Use your lovely sci-fi-loving imagination for that part.​

I'm sure you'll manage.
[member="HK-36"] [member="Voroll"]
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[Voroll]

Cowardly dastard aside, despite its truth, Voroll found himself eventually stopping halfway down a corridor that only had lights on the side he arrived from. The lack of lightning on this particular stretch of metal was peculiar – he did not know the reasons for their lack of illumination, but he took it as a sign that he was going the wrong way. Amidst the chaos and death lurking around every corner and emerging from every doorway he stood and debated with himself.
If he goes he will have to face all the emotions of those around him; having to feel the thoughts before death and lingering energies in the Force; hearing the screams and cries of both human and alien and probably himself; at some point he will come across the lumbering beast that is [member=Ven'Rain Sekairo] and at some point he will have to fight her. He could die during this process.
But if he stayed, or carried on running, those who had continued to fight would be doomed to die with no form of help, or maybe not even be killed, but captured and tortured until they were begging for a less-painful fate; if he were to be captured himself, there would be nothing to stop these marauders from doing whatever they wished. No friends, no help but plenty of pain.

When this revelation had changed the mind of the young, stubborn and cowardly human, he was staring down the corridor leading back to the conflict. If there were ever to be a more real sign from the undervalued Space Gods, it was now: the lights of the corridor that the Empath started down began to flicker into what resembled a run way. Lights from behind him turned off and on, consecutively, leading him to the end of the stretch.

He broke into a run and the plain hilt of the Imperial Knight Lightsaber found its way into his hand. He did, however, stop when he reached a defensive point created by the remnants of the merchants. Here there were two rotatory blasters and a number of smaller-armed men. He could feel their fear; their aggravation for sticking around when they could be running and finding their own way out of this; the remorse for even accepting such a shipment in the first place. They were, however, not shocked or surprised of this action. Things like bandit raids were bound to occur in space, along hyperlanes and for shipment merchants.
If they could not find hope and strength and determination, he would have to have it for them. His heart pounded while their commlinks buzzed and beeped, with tiny voices and faces appearing and disappearing with their almost-frantic movements. He stood, lightsaber in hand, shoulder rolled back and entire posture straight. His breath grew deeper and the feelings of those men around him no longer felt like they were his own. He was separate from them, he was individual.
No words slid from his tongue, no use of the Force radiated from his slowly-calming body, but his posture and the appearance of a lightsaber-wielder seemed to sooth those men who defended this junction, as if Voroll had become a light, high and bright while sailing amidst the dark. He knew the fight would come; he knew the beast would appear and more-than-likely crush bones and tear flesh, but he had to do this. Not just for his survival, but for those left alive.

[member=HK-36]

 

[HK-36]

//Sorry for the pause in replies, guys! I didn't get a notification for some reason when Voroll posted, I dropped the ball on this one //

It was then, in the darkest moment that lights begun to flash out in the darkness of space, ships entered the system, phasing into real-space.

Silently the five ships sailed towards the battle, large adventuring frigate of he protectorate and its four escort corvettes. Silently their burning energy projectiles flew across the darkness of space impacting the Horde Raiding fleet, both their capital ships and smaller vessels alike.
Like hornets leaving the nests ships flew from the hangars of the corvettes and the Frigate, groups of fighters scrambled to protect the ships. And troops, for soon enough the Protectorate dropships begun moving across the darkness of the Void that was cosmos, heading towards the Merchant Flagship.

Electronic voice of Mr. Feeny, the voice of HK-36 rung out in the communication units of the Merchants and their mercenaries,
"This is the Protectorate forces of the Iron Company, we have picked up your distress calls and we are here with aid."
The smaller vessels soared, fighters rounding around the Merchant Flagship, engaging the Horde fighters, entangling with the Raiding Party in a dog-fight.

Meanwhile, the dropships erupted into the hangars of the Flagship, crossing the threshold into the hangar from the other side of the hangar, the entrance that was not sabotaged and promptly sealed with thick blast-doors.
The Hammer of The Gods, a battle-song Protectorate used, as well as the sounds of ancient war-horns being blasted blared from the speakers attached to the dropships, announcing their arrival both to the allied forces, and attempting to demoralize the Horde Boarding Party.

The dropships landed and their ramps opened as immediately the sight of large moving barricades, the Mobile Barricades was seen with the troops of the Iron Company behind them. A salvo of grenades would be seen flying in an arc into the hangar, and their contents would explode out in clouds of yellow-green noxious gases, a knock-out gas curtain the Iron Company developed when facing the Vong. The troops learned just how effective the gas was against the Vong, dealing out lethal effects rather than knocking-out, especially to the Vong who seemed seldom to wear protection from gas-attacks.

The barricades would be quickly set and anchored by the fully armored and air-sealed soldiers, establishing a protective buffer zone between the battle in hangar and the landing-zone, the soldiers clamored, hurrying, as the large Shattergun Rotary Cannons were brought out to be mounted at the barricades, facing the Horde raiders.

Clanging was heard as the arachnid Light Mobile Weapon Platform droids stepped out from the dropships, weapons of moving suppression anti-infantry barrages armed with mentioned Rotary Cannons. Their clanging, the shouts and hurrying of the troops, and the sound of bolt-guns and blasters being fired echoed through the hangar as the Iron Company opened fire upon the Horde troops. It was the sign of Protectorate War Machine.

"Move, soldiers of Abregado, put a hurry into your step, we have a battle to fight!"
HK called out to his men, the droid would be seen among the troops on top of one of the Mobile Weapon Platform droids, standing on the spider-like mechanic creature, letting it carry him like a small chariot, accompanied by his Honor Guards following him, the two veteran Iron Knight assault troops and the four Greycloak Droid Guards.

"Rae!"
HK called out, taking the hilt of his lightsaber in one hand, raising his Shatterpistol in the other as he begun taking potshots at the Horde boarding party,
"Abregado-Rae!"
His troops answered as barrages of Bolt Guns begun to hit the Horde attempting to get through the protective walls erected between them and the Merchant Troops, marksmen with Shatterrifles sniped Vong here and there from among the barricades, the Rotary Cannons were still being set and charged up, but it would not be long before they as well would fire.

[member="Voroll"]
To Voroll and other Mercenaries would come transmissions from Captain Jelba with orders,
"The Protectorate has landed reinforcements in our hangar, your position needs to hold out until they are able to start pushing the Horde back, then we can join them in counter-offensive."
It was a more or less simple order, letting Voroll and Mercs know that the end to the siege was hopefully near and soon enough they'll have a chance of getting back at the Horde,

[member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]
As to the Horde,
Ven'Rain and the Vong troops would quickly receive a transmission, as soon as the Protectorate forces entered the system, before HK was able to land with his forces,
"The Protectorate has entered the combat, they're sending boarding parties to help our prey in defense, I want you to deal with them, nyah!"
The Vong Warleader hissed out into communications before adding,
"We're told it's a mechanical abomination that fought our forces on Eriadu and Silken Asteroids, I want you to bring me his head for a trophy!"
He added with a snarl

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

Well, it appeared luck was on the Merchants' side. Reinforcements had arrived to assist them in the fight. They seemed to need it desperately. What little resistance the Vong were finding weren't able to do much. None had really been prepared to fight these aliens. Normal pirates or raiders, sure, but the Horde? Not so much. Especially when their lovely little pet was accompanying them. Speaking of the devil... her damaged form smashed through a weakened wall like a stone into a house of cards. Soon... soon they would reach the fleeing forces, right? They had to be close. This ship wasn't big enough for them to hide fore- An alarm went off. Two of the Vong were suddenly spitting out words into their comms. News of the Protectorate approaching had reached them at last. Before any of the captains could say something, Ven spoke up. "YOU THERE! Take your men and go get the soldiers. I will defeat the last of these foolish merchants. Regroup back here if you complete your task. IF YOUR SORRY ASSES DON'T GET THIS DONE, I'LL COME BEAT THEM DOWN FOR YOU." Pre-mental-recalibration-Ven wasn't exactly kind. Though we already established that, didn't we?​

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A few months after this little... mess, Ven would have a series of meetings that would fix her head. But that was so far from now... No one had any idea that she'd get better. So of course for now she'll continue to rampage around. Back to our story: Warriors rushed about to follow their orders. Roughly three dozen Vong were on their way to intercept [member="HK-36"]'s troops. Twenty of those were from the merc's group, while the others were coming from a separate location, and would arrive shortly after the others. Another twelve were with Ven. Her group headed towards [member="Voroll"]'s barricade, in the hopes of crushing them into dust. Only two doors (along with a short hallway) stood between them now. Explosives made quick work of those obstacles. The force-dead sithspawn was saving her strength for the coming fight. "FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!" She roared as the last door was broken down. In front of her was a surprising amount of men. Hm. One... yes, the one from before, had a lightsaber. She'd fight him.​

It was only a matter of time.​