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Vermin Extermination [The Iron Empire]

He could hear it. Like something in a far off dream. There were shouts, the sound of a roaring flame.Light entered his eye and he slowly began to regain his sight. A loud ringing in his ears blocked out most of the sound. What was happening? Where was he? The smell of ozone brought him back to the battle. Iron Empire vs. Pirates, and his ship had just crash landed in their hangar. He could hear the alarms going off all around him. He groaned and cradled his head in his hands.

"Princess?" He was still confused. But confused didn't mean stupid. A blaster bolt narrowly missed the pair. The pirates were here in the hangar now. There would be no rest for the Iron Empire here.

[member="RC-0883"] [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] [member="Caelag Vass"] [member="Jordan Warren"] [member="RC-1047"] [member="Alize Rosenheim"] [member="Edward Thane"] [member="Drew Benneck"] [member="Faer'hia'nuruodo"]
 
Aster fought back the desire to scream as a blaster bolt narrowly missed her and [member="Dracken Pryce"].

Biting her lip, the teenager picked up her low caliber blaster and set it to stun.

"You're hurt, get to safety," she ordered the man, directing him to a group of medics who had begun to set up a medical station behind some debris. Confident the man would be able to make his way to the waiting medics, Aster rushed towards the front lines.

Taking cover behind a large piece of debris - probably a part torn off one of the shuttles that had been hit, she kept a watchful eye over the men and women garbed in Iron Imperial gear.

No soldier, Aster's goal was not to fight the pirates but protect those who fought under the Iron Imperial banner from death.

[member="RC-0883"], [member="Caelag Vass"], [member="Jordan Warren"], [member="RC-1047"], [member="Edward Thane"], [member="Drew Benneck"], [member="Faer'hia'nuruodo"]​
 
  • Post 3

Lovely.

"Understood, move to engage and secure the 'landing' zones. Weapons free." By the force was that an accurate statement, bolts of light racing across the hangar from pirates and imperials both. Caelag's platoon, that was to say her first platoon, hardly seemed to communicate (much unlike the rest of her forces) as they advanced towards the doors. Like a single life, they moved fluidly, taking shot after shot as even other Iron imperials lagged behind them. And at the head of this organism of military tact was Caelag herself, desiring to keep [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] and the other medics from having to duck and weave under intense suppression fire even while dealing with the consequences of their landing. The woman, more comfortable with a well paced rifle, kept her weapon set to semi-automatic, and with her platoon at her back she showed patience and accuracy.

Perhaps enough to explain some of her promotions away. Of course this wasn't perfect, they eventually had to take cover behind debris that had flown ahead towards the door, as there was zero cover for a solid stretch of ground. It would take someone crazy, almost suicidal to charge across such a field of view. Someone crazy enough to lead an attack on a shuttle's landing ramp while it was still flying. Or a sniper who'd charge into combat when found rather than run.

See where it's leading yet? Caelag huffed to herself and set her rifle down, her hands moving down to her sword. One wrapped around the hilt, and the second wrapped around the scabbard. Seconds passed, blaster marks scorching the metal she hid behind while the sensors confirmed it was, in fact, her. When it did, they were starting to take hits, soldiers getting scored and dropping around her. What the others were doing, she couldn't tell. She only hoped they were helping keep the enemy back long enough for her to stand up.

The woman rose quickly as she could, running out around the cover as she drew her sword, which glowed yellow with power. She gripped the handle with both hands tightly, planted her feet, and swung a wide arc, right to left. Halfway across the gap from them. But rather than simply cutting through air, the blade flared with power, as the air seemed to ignite where the blade had touched it, and like a wave the fire shot forward, striking or driving back a number of the pirates. Fear. It wouldn't last long, and if they were smart they could easily cut her down then and there, but hopefully this would be a solid opening.

[member="RC-0883"] [member="Jordan Warren"] [member="RC-1047"] [member="Edward Thane"] [member="Drew Benneck"] [member="Faer'hia'nuruodo"]
 

RC-1047

A plan is only as good as those who see it through
RC-1047 heard screaming, then the sound of the shuttle grinding against metal, it sent a shiver down Casper's back, when the shuttle stopped moving it took the clone a decent amount of time to get back up, His Magno-Grip boots were already disabled by his suit AI and or Interface when they weren't needed and such.

RC-1047 groggily stepped over some bodies that lay under him and such, he slowly stumbled out of the shuttle his vision was slightly blurry, he took a hard hit, he took off his helmet feeling the back of his head, he felt a warm feeling as he touched his head, he brought his hand out infront of his eyes.

Crimson Red, it's what his hand was stained with- or should he say blood? Casper slowly fished in his backpac on him, he brought out some bandages wrapping his head sloppily with it and such.

The Clone Commando stuffed his helmet back on his head, his heads up display started to flicker to life as he walked forward, all this blaster fire, the yelling, the screams of pain-it reminded him of the First Battle of Geonosis.

Heavy breathing endured the Clone as he staggered around, that hit in the head most of weakened him mentally, "No-No" Casper said to himself as he saw some of the Iron Empire troops being mowed down.

"GET BACK!" Casper said as he raised his DC-17M, he would begin to fire at the pirates flashbacks of dead clones going through his mind as he used his rage to continue to fire at the pirates taking out three or four every twenty seconds.

Casper slowly took cover a blaster bolt hitting his armor but not doing anything, the deflector shields on his armor easily repelling the blaster bolt.

Casper shook his head regaining his senses as he began to regain control of himself taking a Thermal Detonator from his belt and throwing it at the pirates.

"This is RC-1047 reporting for duty!" Casper said in his Radio to bunker, "I am depleting some of the pirates as I wait for you Bunker!" Casper said.

[member="Caelag Vass"]
[member="Aster Rose Baelor"]
[member="Dracken Pryce"]
@RC-0833
 
Heavy footsteps thumped against the floor of the space station as the brunette made her way towards the hanger. Unlike the pirates, Amaryllis did not run but rather, walked slowly towards her destination. She felt no sense of urgency, nor was she in a rush.

Nearing the hanger, Amaryllis took cover behind the it's door frame and peered inside to assess the situation. As far as she could tell, the battle inside seemed to be a bit of a mess.

What a pain, she thought as she pulled one of the fallen pirates towards her, careful to stay hidden. Come to the space station for business rather than for combat, she had neglected to wear her armour and needed to borrow a set for this encounter.

As the battle raged on, Amaryllis made quick work of removing the dead pirate's armour and taking it for her own use. Now a bit more prepared for combat, she flipped open the top of the lighter with a quick flick of her wrist then ignited it and glimmer of an orange flame emerged. Although initially weak and feeble in its appearance, the young woman was able to coax the flames out of the lighter to form a tennis ball sized fireball in her armoured hand.

Peering out into the battlefield again, the woman scanned the room for a target. Having chosen [member="Caelag Vass"] as the unlucky recipient of her attack, she flung the ball of fire at the woman, aiming for the torso.

[member="RC-1047"], [member="Dracken Pryce"], [member="Jordan Warren"], [member="RC-1047"], @ The boarding party​
 

RC-0883

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Holed up behind a wrecked shuttle not far from the medic station, Bunker and the four squad members of Cobra held the left flank of the Hanger. Trading fire with this space scum had become almost systematic; duck from a wave of blaster fire, wait for their cooldown point, aim and drop five of the nearest pirates. The enemy may have been armed to the teeth but they were no match for the battle hardened career soldiers of the 81st.

Throughout the chatter filling the Iron Major's helmet he caught a voice identical to his own, RC-1047 finally checked in. "Ah Casper, I was wondering when we would catch up to your shebs," Bunker said with a bit of relief. He paused long enough to put a round into a male Weequay who poked his head out too long. Squating back down he continued the conversation as bolts seared the air around him.

"Iron Infantry Company will fall in under your command. Finish mopping up these wets and make your way to the Central Command Center. I'll take my team to disable the Main Reactor. See how these pirate scum handle a little blackout?"
 
Well, things seemed to be going, relatively well. Troops were dropping, yes, but pirates were dropping as well. Caelag huffed a few times, standing up straighter, preparing herself to lead the way through. She activated her radio comlink, and spoke quickly to the troops. Her voice would broadcast to those still present, namely [member="RC-0883"] and [member="RC-1047"], though [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] and [member="Dracken Pryce"] would be able to catch her transmission, provided their comlinks were working. "Don't get distracted, focus on the objectives. We don't have enough combat ready troops to splinter off. Bunker, Casper, take your troops and take control of the Security offices if you're so inclined to evening the odds. That will be of more use than ta-"

That was the moment the fireball came, and Caelag had only a few moments to react. Manipulating a flame was easier than creating it, but it was unlikely she could manipulate the flame created by [member="Alize Rosenheim"], which left her very little in the way of options. So, she gripped her sword and swung it upwards, creating a short gust of wind. In her panic, she failed to create flame, however she did manipulate the air enough to cause the fireball to burst shortly before hitting her. She was hit by the heat, and pushed back a bit, but she managed to, well, not get struck by fire. That was a benefit.

"You want to play with fire then Pirates? Then allow me!" She had been practicing this. She turned her blade around, pressing the tip of her blade into the ground, the blade igniting in flame, which was drawn into her left hand as she held it out. Then, she retorted to her attacker, by hurling the flame created from her blade's aura of flame right back where Alize threw hers from. Fireball fight. Like snowballs but slightly more deadly.
 
Well, kark, Amaryllis thought. She could feel a blister forming under the armour she had borrowed from a dead pirate and had it not been for the door frame she was hiding behind, she would've probably become human barbecue - not cute at all.

Realizing she may have bitten a bit more than she could chew, she decided her new objective was to keep her fellow pyromancer distracted. Low lives were not worth dying for.

I already have my payment. Worst come to worst, I run.

Taking a big breath in, Amaryllis telekinetically picked up the pirate she had borrowed her attire from and blindly aimed it in the direction of the fireball. Judging from the size of her opponent's fireball Amaryllis felt she was probably in over her head and definitely did not want to poke her head out only to be spotted by the woman.

At least I have quite a few meat shields, she thought as she stared at the fallen bodies of the pirates near her.

[member="Caelag Vass"]​
 

RC-1047

A plan is only as good as those who see it through
Casper slowly waited on a response, was his comms messed up after the ship had crashed- hopefully it wasn't he didn't want to get a new comms or maybe Bunker was just under fire.


"Ah Casper- I was wondering when we would catch up to your shebs" A voice identical to his ringed through his helmet, Casper grinned at the slang and gave off a chuckle.

"Iron infranty Company will fall in under your command, Finish mopping up these wets and make your way to the Central Command Center. I'll take my team to disable the Main Reactor. See how these Pirate Scum handle a little blackout?" Bunker said over the comms

Casper chuckled at what Bunker said, "Alright Bunker, I'll clear em up, these pirates are like Droids- Easy to take down and easy to deal with." Casper said with a chuckle as he slung his DC-17M across his back taking out his dual DC-17's he would begin to fire at the Pirate walking forward as he cleared more out


Casper began to take fire, the clone took cover against another barricade, he took out a Thermal Detonator throwing it up in the air near a group of pirates, he would fire at the Thermal Detonator causing it to blow up right above the Pirates.

Bodies would be thrown near him as he got up beginning to kill off the pirates that survived, he continuned to fire his dual DC-17's until they heated up, he quickly put them into there holsters bringing out his DC-17m

RC-1047 looked across the battlefield what he just saw was a strange site, a body being flung at someone- Weird. Casper changed his DC-17m into Anti-Armor mode firing at one group where the Pirates were on at a turret, The missile pivoted it's way there hitting its mark causing a slight explosion in a 4 meter area.

RC-1047 turned on a certain mode on his wrist gauntlet, for a minute he disappeared, it was his cloaking device, Casper walked on the sidelines his cloaking device keeping him invisible while he made his way to the Hanger door to get into the main part of the ship.


[member="Alize Rosenheim"][member="Caelag Vass"]@RC-0883@Aster Rose Baelor
 

Jordan Warren

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Blaster fire flew at Jordan like a ferocious wind of neon death. With ultimate swiftness, she deflected as many blaster bolts as she could as she moved for cover behind a wrecked ship. She stood behind the wall of metal to catch her breath for a moment. "These are some decently armed pirates." Several troopers moved to her flanks and began returning fire to the pirates. A brief look of distress on Jordan's face was wiped away when the troopers showed up.

They began pushing forward against the enemy, systematically moving from cover to cover. Jordan slid from her cover to a forward position near the center of the hangar, hidden by a barricade. "We've almost got 'em! Keep pushing!" Jordan called out. She reached beneath her robes for her Enforcer pistol and began taking shots at the pirates, peeking out in between their shots to take some out before returning to cover before they could return fire.

Jordan noticed a trooper near her go invisible and was a bit confused by it, but she trusted her people and knew he must've had a plan of some sort. She continued on with her current plan until another opportunity would present itself.

[member="RC-1047"] | [member="Caelag Vass"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Dracken Pryce"]
 

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