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Post by Elifain on May 19, 2010 2:29:46 GMT -5
As Devon moved up to her ordered location, the squads came across a group of 20+imperial soldiers, dug in, and waiting to hold the hallway from them full tilt. The men opened fire upon the mandalorians as they came to the hallway, not bothering to ask for I.D.
Elifain and his 2 squads moved at a slower pace, up ot the first held position, where 5 or 6 men stopped, and started putting up mobile defensive turrets, and prepared to hold the hallway to the death if need be. The others branched off into the secondary hallway, other than the one that Devon had gone. 14 soldiers, and Elifain, heading generally to the command and control deck, while Elifain had sent Devon and her squads after a certain specific target that he had found out about earlier.
The imperial troops in the space port had taken defensive positions, but had been forced to pull back when the artillery started falling. After moments though, they redeployed en mass, taking casualties every so often, but moving to their defenses. They even had a few anti aircraft emplacements outside of the artillery range, ready when the hawks and scarabs came for them. The 1 AT-AT that had branched off, to deal with the aircraft, and their men dropped about 100 imperials into the laps of the mandalorians, but the men were not going to sit back, and be slaughtered. The men departing the ship were armed to the teeth, and sporting heavy armor.
As the battle raged, A lone Normandy class Yacht slipped towards the shipyards, and docked with one of the outer docks, away from the mandalorian entrenched dock. The sole occupants, A man, taller than most, with blond hair, and his two companions, 2 Krath war droids, disembarked the ship, a cold smile on his face. Oh, The sounds of battle, and of death's coming... Alex said, before looking back to the droids behind him, and swept his hand out front as the two droids broke into a run that took them further into the facility, and into their enemies arms. Alex remained back, walking forth slowly, as he entered the shipyards proper. He was going to have some fun here, but at the same time, He had a mission to perform. The datapad in his pocket had to be delivered.
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Post by Ragsmire on May 19, 2010 3:40:44 GMT -5
Back with Khris Cada's group of soldiers He continued on toward the air base holding the side of the tank the green core-sec jacket snapping in the wind along with his still rather thick and near totally black hair, a few grays were showing however. The Air field was within twenty meters soon enough the tanks continuing to prove useful as they kept a heavy imperial presence down, what man in their right mind would want to stare down the barrel of a AAT.
"Advance men, Seize the air control tower!" Khris shouted over the blaster fire coughing up a rush of dry air barely finishing the sentience. Not his objective i one looked at specifics but the air traffic control tower was a nice starting goal as it gave the men a footing someplace on the battlefield and would allow for further advancement, as an air field didn't have quite as much cover as say a town, in atmospheric craft and star fighters were not favored cover in Khris' professional opinion.
Acquiring command of the structure proved much easier then he imagined, apparently the majority of the imperials held up within fled for fear the tanks would bring down the entire complex. Mandos were moving in now, a small unit consisting of eight. While some remaining troops began to initiate the formation of a makeshift base of operations outside at the back wall, as to avoid stray bullets and snipers, it was near the back entrance of the control tower to make moment to and fro easier. While still more capitalized on this chance and advanced further Khris giving the go ahead to take a quarter of the tanks ahead.
"What are we looking at?" He questioned the Mandos moving into the base, Mandos worked fast as the makeshift tent running to a nice twenty feet in both directions and connected to the nearby building to give cover while moving . Two large Mandos turned to address him.
"Enemy vessels seemed prepped and ready to take off on the far east side, west section of the strip holds an armory in case this kinda thing happened, Looks like we caught'em with their pants down cuz it hasn't helped so far." The first mando dressed in an odd mixture of red white and blue armor with stars through, Khris doubted he was using the color coding system some mandos went by when painting the armor. When he mentioned certain locations the man would point to them on a holo imagine of the battleground.
"We have unconfirmed reports that the imps may have ground armor in the area or o its way, if that's the case Zuko will need additional support on the ground." The other mando, whom Khris realized was female after she spoke, the helmet having concealed the fact. The knight lifted his hand readying to speak as he took a deep breath after a moment of this form of preparation the man finally broke from the act.
"I need a drink before i can think this through."
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Post by Darth Hades on May 19, 2010 20:39:33 GMT -5
One hundred Imperial soldiers rushed out of the AT-AT's hanger and quickly fired at Zuko. He braced himself deflecting the shots with his orange lightsaber. He wasn't sure how long he could handle the barrage of laser coming at him until he heard a whooshing behind him. Some of the Bridgeburners returned to aid him. The 30 Bridgeburners fired back the imps as Rusade covered them.
Using his wrist comlink he lifted it up to his face as he spoke into it addressing Nicks. "Hey Nicks, how long til you guys reach the base?"
"About a minute but it seems it will take awhile to break in." Nicks replied
"Alright, I got some imps to take care of and then I'll join you."
Rusade roared the engines of his swoop bike as he broke off fro the rest of the Bridgeburners and ended his connection with Nicks. Rusade swiftly drove head on, using the force to pummel several imps out of his way for him as bait to be fired on as the Bridgeburners attacks without them worrying about being fired upon.
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Post by DarkSaber on May 20, 2010 14:56:49 GMT -5
Devon smirked. "Well apparently hell has broken loose," she said as she pulled out her blaster. "Shoot to kill," she said as she fired her blaster at some near by troops and then Devon threw some smoke gernades she found inside her robe and threw them down causing a smoke screen to form. "All right boys move it," she said. The troopers moved behind some of the closed corridors and then Devon waited.
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Post by Elifain on May 26, 2010 1:55:31 GMT -5
As Devon attempted to throw up a smokescreen, she missed the very important fact, that the soldiers before her were already shooting, and had already sited her squad in, so while the group dove for cover, and did not shoot. One or two on either side of the smokescreen was hit, but none were fatally, due to devons random shooting. Her wait, however, was not for the best. As they stood by, 2 frag grenades were rolled down the hallway, and through the smoke, coming to a rest just outside the smoke, before going off, sending shrapnel down the hallway, towards the mandalorians, most of which were wearing weaker armor systems than elifain had, and if hit right, would pierce through. The problem in which stood, that devon hadn't taken cover, or at least, didn't appear to, as the imperials continued to hose fire down the hallway, that would, within a hit or two, pierce most standard armor systems, and leave a whole in the individual residing inside. ____________________________________________ The 40 seen imperials were not the full number *as i posted up above* but opened fire on non friendly targets. More than a few were charging straight ahead, vibro-blades drawn, and prepared to slash through the mandalorians armor, if they were not set to defend. The rest of the force, seemed to appear on the flanks of the mandalorians, driving into them like a pincer from a scorpion would. ____________________________________________ As the imperials noticed their mistake, in giving over the control tower to the airfield, they quickly set to correct the mistake. the full 200 soldiers that had made up the defense force charged full out towards the tower, hoping to swarm over the defenders, and take the building. As they charged, rockets and blaster bolts lead the way, directed to the tower, and its defenders, not the least among them, the tanks. ____________________________________________ Elifain stood by for a moment, as he felt, in the force, a strong presence, that he did not recognize. He quickly, with the 20 soldiers who he had chosen to follow him on this particular blade, set in motion down a parallel direction of devon, moving towards the same direction, in a different hallway. They encountered a similar entrenchment, but rather than stopping and taking cover, Elifain ducked down a little behind his shield, and charged, shouting at the top of his lungs as he did. Bolts struck his shield, and disapated, as the material absorbed the energy. His men fell into step behind him, shooting out at the enemy where they could, and within 20 meters, tossed grenades forth, to weaken the position. Elifain didn't stop his charge at all, diving into the thick of the confused enemies, with the shield still in place, but that flew out, as he swung his arm around, smacking an imperial in the face, while his saber claimed one through the chest. a second later, the remaining mandalorians dove into the fun, vibro blades and vibro daggers swishing through the air, as the screams of the soon dead, began to ring out. ____________________________________________ Anderson was not surprised, as he began to stalk out, to find that not many of his enemies remained in this sector of the station. most having been dragged out to deal with the mandalorian warriors that had spread into the ship like a plague. Within moments, he found the path he wanted to go, and continued his slow march towards the ships control room. ____________________________________________ The 2 Krath war droids had stuck together, running down hallways, and cutting down any who was foolish enough to try to opose them. Their speed, matched with their ferocity, made quick work of most, while the one or two who seemed to be too dificult for one, was quickly blindsided by the other. They started slowing down, when they made it near the sounds of battle, and hid away in rooms, on either side of the hallway.
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Post by Ragsmire on May 26, 2010 3:39:45 GMT -5
Kuat surface, Imperial airstrip, Control Tower.
Now that he was all refreshed with the swig of his Corellian Ale Khris stared down the digital display of the field, it was precise enough to map even the landing gear of the grounded vessels. He gawked over it a moment seemingly deep in contemplation over what his next action should be. If there was in fact armor in the area the kid would need some backup, and preventing as much death as possible was his ultimate goal here.
"alright lets-" He was cut very short of finishing those orders as the female mando's bursting reaction to the sudden loss of the trans-location beacon of two of the tanks were cut off and a voice only message filled the room, clouded only by intense blaster fire and explosives going off in the background.
"HQ, HQ, this is Charlie detail reporting an imperial advance, well over a hundred men closing-" He too was cut short, only his sentience trailed off was a blaster bolt and a thud. Khris shook his head in shame, at his own failure. how did he not detect this earlier. The man sprang to command issuing orders in a snap, not allowing his mind to dwell in should have would haves and instead remain in the now.
"Get as many men as you can squeeze into the control tower, its elevated position should give them the advantage. Relocate tanks behind enemy aircraft that are within the area, the more to the-" He was again cut short this time by the rattle of the entire building as a rocket struck one of the two towers collapsing it in a smoke and debris filled cloud engulfing the immediate front of the structure. Quickly a casualty report was demanded with the welcome reply that no men were harmed in thee blast, they had yet to take up the tower.
Khris mind raced searching for the correct path, sensing what the future might hold was not how his force senses operated, they commonly showed him what his foe would do within an instant, not ten minutes from now. He did have a thought however.
"Gather the masses, We our meeting them up front." He announced pulling the saber from his belt. A couple of mandos thought this was a plan destined for failure, but most cheered giving a remark about how "the imperials will get such a beating there kid's, kid's will feel it!"
"if they survive to have these offspring!" another added.
Khris moved outside accompanied by several blazing Mando returning fire to the enemy. Khris headed straight for a pare of the nearest TIE that never made it to the ground stopping about seven feet back.
"Lets see if i still got it..." with the statement Khris lifted both hands focusing on the first TIE. Gradually with the sounds of shrill wining and metal snapping filling the air along side the booms and blast Khris ripped one wing from the fighter and slammed on in front of his line of men, Then he removed the next wing planting it aside the last leaving a gap between the two. The remaining cockpit he threw into the mass of approaching soldiers. He repeated the process on three more fighters giving himself cover, then providing as much of the line as he could with it.
At least on part of his early plan went right, As the imps closed in taking there own positions amongst the remaining ships, the tanks he sent to ether side in a long arch flanked the imp line giving heavy fire to both right and left flanks along with the forward heat of the mandos blasters.
Kuat Space, Memento Mori, Command Deck. The ships had just exited hyperspace, the Mori and her sister ship Tina Malone's Imperial II-class Star Destroyer the Audere Est Facere., Tycen gazed at the jewel of the core system when it came to producing ships, ships; for the empire. He felt like he'd been in this very spot before...high above this planet ready to decide its fate, the realization that he was actually think of Rendili hit him quickly shaking the thought.
What exactly he intended to do with the world, and its shipyard, he was uncertain. Its fate however did rest solely on his shoulders, The weight almost crushed Tycen beneath its awesome impact. Kuat was easily a turning point in this just beginning war, if he could not take the yard the maybe he should make sure none could.
"Raines, Ready the Omega package. I am going on that station, we well take these yards...or destroy them." He spoke clearly without a shadow of doubt creeping in his tone, Tycen wanted Kuat, or wanted to make sure the empire wouldn't have it.
Kuat Space, Memento Mori, Hanger bay A.
Within half an hour the Omega package was prepped and ready. Twenty hunters, his longsword, and the secret surprise that went with it, For this mission however Tycen had the De omnibus dubitandum Normandy yacht come as well it carried the twenty five elite infantry that formed the prince's personal arm dispatched to deal with problems he didn't want to. Along with them were three medics. Malone boarded his crafted, The gunship taking off after ten hunters, then the next ten would follow. The Normandy remained to the starboard side of the convoy as it approached the station, uninterrupted Malone would be in the shipyards in five minutes.
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Post by Darth Hades on May 26, 2010 15:18:19 GMT -5
Rusade taking down several imps as the bridgeburners gunned down the ones around him. Rusade and the bridgeburners fought in sync. Quickly they manage to cut down the number of one hundred imperial soldiers nearly in half. Zuko's thirty men fired on through, Zuko making it easy as he used the force confused the imps as they get fired upon. Soon the imps realized they needed to retreat and did exactly that. Not bothering with the retreating imps, Zuko commanded his troops to head to the base once again.
Five minutes later Zuko and his small band regrouped with the rest of Zuko's men who were ordered by Zuko to continue on without him. The hawks and scarabs were on full assult on the base bombarding the place. The bridgeburners were firing behind thier swoop bikes for cover as the imperials tried to defend themselves the best they could.
"About time you showed up." Nicks shouted over blazing sound of gun fire.
"Yeah well, I've known to be late to the party." Zuko Rusade replied. "The imps still giving us trouble?"
"Yeah. We knocked, they didn't open."
"Knock harder." Rusade said which made him laugh, joined shortly by Nicks and some of the bridgeburners around him. Thinking hard Zuko was trying to find answer to overcome his dilemma. Kneelin down and surrounded by fellow bridgeburners, Zuko tried to formulate a plan to break in the base. Zuko looked up to his men and asked "Got any ideas?"
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Post by DarkSaber on May 27, 2010 14:16:29 GMT -5
Devon dodged out of the way and into some cover barrier. "Damn it," she said. She sent a massive Force-push toward the grenades the imperials sent and sent it back at them. "Time to kick ass and take names later." She pulled out her blaster and looked at two of her men. "You two come with me," she said. "Now fire on any damn imperial targets you see coming." She started firing at Imperial targets and the two men followed her position. Devon looked back at the other men. "What are you waiting for?" she snapped. "Scatter out and find cover and kick imperial ass!" The other men charged in different directions and started firing at Imperials.
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Post by Elifain on Jun 2, 2010 2:04:42 GMT -5
As Devon finally got her men into charging, they charged through the smoke to find incoming fire flying their way. The imperials, who had bogged down in the hallway, continued firing full out, and lobbed in a few low yield grenades. ________________________________ As Rusade and his men started turning the odds on the superior forces, The imperials began to retreat, some of them, with the guts to stay behind, and hold off the savage mandalorians from their retreating comrads. ________________________________ The Imperials were stalled for a moment, as the mandalorian tanks came around to flank them, but that didn't last too long as a dozen rockets flew out of their ranks on courses that would take them to the tanks. The ground troops, dove for cover though, as chunks of fighters flew through them, cutting down a number of them, and demoralizing the lot of them, but not enough to make them retreat. Their charge resumed shortly after, the 400 men breaking into full sprints towards the mandalorian defenders, resuming their assult. ________________________________ As the brawl, for that is what it was, continued, in Elifains hallway, a few imperials began their double timed withdrawl. Those that remained were either half dead, or half crazed, while those running left puddles behind them. Elifain raised his shield, his saber held low, and let loose a ragged shout, his throat soar, from where an imperail had punched him in the neck, before Elifain could slay him. He broke into a charge behind the men who were attempting to retreat, those who had finished their fights falling in behind him, as those who were still engaged fought harder, to not be left behind.
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Post by Ragsmire on Jun 2, 2010 2:44:19 GMT -5
Kuat surface, Imperial airstrip, Mandalorian line.
The line in, or on, more like through, the concrete was set and Khris would help hold this line no matter the cost, they had the tower and needed to keep it for future operations in the sector. The TIEs that were hurtled through the air into the imperial forces were not quite as effected as Cada would have liked, but they did manage a solid kill count of about seventy troops all day, factoring injuries, However the tank ploy did not work quite so well. within moments of emerging from their hiding places rockets found their way through the skies toward half of them, another four able to stay out of lock on range.
"Ah sith spit!" He called watching as it streaked through the hot open air of Kuat. Khris rose both hands directed toward the missiles as he yanked a violent pull back on his arm summoning the projectile from its course high into the sky before crashing down behind imperial lines a blast of flames and screams tincturing the battlefield. The other three were still a problem Khris needed to correct, and fast. He aimed both arms at a different rocket trying the same trick, The one to his right followed suit like a champ hitting more imps, the one on his left however did not jerking into the sky it flow pass his tank into a LAAT that didn't quite make it off the ground.
The last missile hit its mark dead on destroying the tank and with it the crew and supporting ground units. Khris again answered this with a curse as he looked from behind the line at the Imperials charge. He Pulled both arms back to pop any tension in his back before addressing the Mandos.
"Time to roll, We gotta hit'em hard and with everything we got. That means no more hiding. Recall the tanks use them as forward moving cover, watch out for more racketeers they take top priority!" He augmented his voice passed the roar of the blaster fire with the force so he was clearly heard by the men fighting beside him, one hundred against certainly more then that; Beating the odds were in a corellian's job description.
The imperials didn't tale lightly to this counter action, a few having over heard Khris unwisely broadcasting their intend through the force. to answer to this they set up an initial firing range to take cover behind while still advancing. More still continued the numbers charge hoping to break through before they could regroup.
Kuat Space, Memento Mori, Command Deck.
"Sir it appears as if reports are coming in indicating the Federation is recalling its forces." called one of the sensory advisers on the Mori through an open comm channel Tycen had initialized to keep in contact with his crew, couldn't trust them while he was away. The De omnibus dubitandum also had a splice into the link. From his vessel Tycen replied.
"Wonderful, Lieutenant, now tell me again why i should care?" His tone carried the ever presence hint of superiority Malone had bared since birth, something he tried to expel.
"Sir, you are a member of the jedi order, i would assume this call would also address you?" His observation was not a false one in the slightest, Tycen was in the order and it was very likely this affected him as well. A few moments after he reminded Tycen spoke out.
"Send Tina in my place, Have her inform them of what is happening here; and not to worry as i am securing the situation as we speak." The comms officer, Lieutenant bracer, was tempted to pipe a smart comment in place for a response, something like. "You mean as they speak." But he didn't want to risk upsetting Malone, which could lead to a far worse punishment then warranted.
"roger that sir"
Kuat Shipyards, hanger C-7.
Tycen landed along side the Normandy Military class vessel De omnibus dubitandum in his Stealth-X starfighter, HE did not ride in the gunship insistent that others would assume him in it and attempt to take it out. Quickly the men began to mobilize securing the hanger, which was extremely empty considering the majority of the imps were at the front lines.
"okay boys and girls this is not an exercise. We are going to take these yards. We will not be stopped, by anyone, and if the need arises we will call in even more men to ensure we take this yard." Tycen pointed down at the deck to indicate what yard he was referring to, as if they did not know. Twenty-five elites, three medics, and three sentry droids were his company. Tycen waved a hand to single the men.
"Move out."
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Post by Elifain on Jun 2, 2010 14:48:59 GMT -5
ooc: for want to speed this up, feel free to ignore the posting order i mentioned earlier. I had guessed it'd speed things up a bit, but it seems to be slowing things down a little, while people are waiting.
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Post by Darth Hades on Jun 2, 2010 22:08:21 GMT -5
"Rusade the imps seem to be retreating!" Nicks shouted.
Rusade looked up and saw it was so. "Great, let's move in." He signalled all his men as they continued to fired as they moved forward. The imperial soldier's number continue to fall. Within minutes the halls of the base was overrun by the bridgeburners. Checking each room, shooting down what little imps there were, Zuko finally reached the control room.
Rusade looked around, proud of his men, handing compliments to those near him. Sending a transmission to his allies. "This is Rusade. My men and I have secured the enemies's base. Is there any assitance my troops can bring? Or should we stay in place?"
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Post by Ragsmire on Jun 5, 2010 3:02:57 GMT -5
Kuat Shipyards.
"Advance!" Screamed one of elites moving down the hall in true military fashion clearing it one room at a time, their ultimate aim the Kuat shipyards Traffic Control operations station, to direct the flow of incoming and outgoing ships at Kuat was akin to being the god of the world in a way. Tycen Malone followed behind his troops with quick pace not wanting to miss out on all the action. Tycen hailed the major of the elite operations team to exchange a few words.
"Major, how much further until we reach the traffic controls?" He demanded not making time for idle chatter.
"sir, if our layout of the drive yards are accurate then we have another two hundred yards to cover." The answer was about what the prince expected, the tone was not. He would have addressed and acted on it were this not a combat environment, instead he would issue a change of plan, this insurgency team, going in under the radar, was taking much longer then he had wanted.
"Alright, Major, have your unit clear a dock, we are calling in reinforcements." The Major flashed a look of surprise and open his mouth to say...something, but quickly decided that it might not be wise and complied with Malone's order. A few hand singles later and the men were in the hanger securing it for whatever Tycen had planed.
Bridge this is Malone, do you read?" He commented through a comm-link he now held up to his lips. Within a moment he received a confirmation.
Send in, Five fully loaded potatoes, Hanger...." He gazed over his shoulder at the large number indicating what hanger they were in. "B-3 should be cleared for them." he received another confirmation from the Mori control deck letting him know the order had been put into motion. Within seven minutes Six LAAT gunships could be seen approaching the drive yards, obviously of the more advance model capable of space travel. They landed unloading an additional one hundred-fifty solders in the hanger, now much more filled.
Malone stood on the railing with the Major before turning and asking sarcastically.
"Now can we get a move on things, Major?" The two overlooked the offload of the troops whom fell into line perfectly making five units.
"Move out!" With the snap order from the Major the men started moving through the Kuat yard split into five different teams, five elites in each coupled with one medic.
Kuat surface.
“Seems like its time we busted out a little more firepower.” Khris mumbled under his breath watching the imperials push ever forward, ever more determined to crush their foe. He lifted both hands to cheat level, just to look at them, contemplating the possible repercussions of the action he had planed.
“Fall back to the control tower, now!” He issued the command booming his voices again with the force, using it in tandem to slowly, surely, fiercely, build in his hands, his arms. Khris looked at his palms as the energy steadily built up revamping his stamina to levels he once knew as a younger man, the force’s light touch washing through him dissolving any dark taint that might linger, though that was only a side effect. Khris loved the feeling; he hadn’t opened himself up so completely to the force in a long time.
By now the majority of the man’s at the line were gone, some remained on the battlefield but he could not wait for them to withdraw at this stage. He unloaded all the energy forward in a destructive wave of telekinetic energy thundering through the ranks of the imperial line, launching bodies, to TIE fighters away from the control tower, the wings took off from the ground spinning uncontrolled through the ranks cutting men into half’s leaving only bloody trails that were once imperial lines. Two of their tanks, the Mando tanks, were caught in it propelling backwards in the sky cracking more armor and troops on the way.
Several large explosions could be seen and heard as TIE’s to rockets impacted the ground lighting the battlefield ablaze with an unspoken might that suggested more evil lingered on the planet then any sensed. Khris dropped to one knee, exhausted from the massive effort needed to build, hold, and release that much energy. Both Mando and imperial corpuses were sprung across the airstrip making it appear as something more of an uncovered graveyard then the airstrip it really was.
Almost instinctively Mando troops advanced to his position and beyond trying to evaluate the damage, two of them assist him in returning to the control tower while more still spread out to secure a foothold, in the event even more enemy forces arrived. Khris was taken inside the building and given a chair within moments, along with water, so as to recover from the ill effects, pale faced and sickly weak made for a sharp contraste to how he felt when in the process of acquiring that strength.
Kuat Shipyards.
“Move up.” Came the low intense order of the major who remained in a low crouch with two of his elites, five elites in each unit of thirty, not counting extras like medics, consisting of a total of five units now moving throughout the drive yards all aiming to secure different points, Tycen’s team remained with the primary objective; the Kuat shipyard’s Traffic Control operations station. The men ahead of the rest blast the dorr with a charge and fired into the room.
“Contacts, contacts!” He warned before several shots nailed him down. More were about to move in before Tycen stopped them with a sudden, and surprisingly loud, snap of his fingers. Tycen directed them to stay back while he handled the situation, moving toward the door in a semi rushed pace, he removed a thermal detonator from one of the elites uniform tossing through the threshold of the door waiting until the blast to enter after, five solders joining him into the fray. Tycen lifted his left hand launching one of the men against a wall while he clinched his right fist directing his attention toward a different target, the man bleeding from his ears, eyes, noise and mouth; Malone had centered his energy around the inside of the man’s skull crushing his brain.
The other solders, or the detonator, cleared most all the other imperial solders out of the room. Tycen saved the one man pinned to the wall for a very simple, and very specific question.
”Is there a pass code required to gain access to the traffic control center?” He looked the man dead on his green eyes meeting the officer’s brown. Times like these were when Tycen wished he had training in more…delicate interrogation methods. He did not speak out however prompting further action on Malone’s side of the exchange.
”I can make life, or more properly put, death a lot less painful if you corporate.” Tycen turned his gaze momentarily upon the corpus of the man he killed; perhaps indicating to what he intended for this other imperial. After several moments Tycen freed the man from the invisible chains that had bided him.
”Cuff him, he knows imperial secrets and I will pry them from him one at a time when I have finished my business here.” Two solders dragged the man off screaming Tycen turning his eyes dead set forward, they were ever forward always looking to the future.
Kuat surface.
“What…have I done?” Khris asked in sorrow now gazing out on the carnage he wrought with the blast, far worse then he ever expected. Mutilated bodies were strung across burning TIEs and nearly unrecognizable tanks and low atmospheric ships leaving a stomach turning stench in the air that had caused some to see their lunch again, Khris would have been one of those men if he had eaten prior to battle. One of the mandalorians from before walked up to him, the one in red, white, and blue, hitting his shoulder.
“You helped win the fight, Jetiise, you should be proud.” He reassured seemingly unaware that Khris was the cause for at least fifteen deaths on their side, maybe they believed the imperials had killed them before the attack. He looked out on the field for several minutes watching as the mandos gathered their dead, what could be recovered. After he felt too sickened by the sight he returned to the control tower, having managed to see what he did within twenty minutes of brief rest. He pulled out a comms device set up to communicate with both Elifain, or Death to Khris, in space and Zuko on the ground.
“It looks like we finished over here, Death how are you doing?” He asked only Elifain as he knew the kid’s situation, an update from one of the Mando’s whom were at the comm. when the message came in. His voice came out raspy and dry as he spoke over the line; Khris hoped that perhaps the static would cover that up.
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Post by DarkSaber on Jun 5, 2010 18:53:54 GMT -5
Devon continued to lead her men through the swamp load of imperials. One of the imperials fired at Devon and she used the Force to create a shield around her and her men as they made their way toward wheverever they were going. ________________________________________ Ashley Sparks' ship landed outside the imperial base and she noticed that the ship was being taken over by imperials and a group of mandos. "Apparently someone has been busy," she said to Jas. "Try not to get killed. I hate to have to leave you here on the ship to rot." She reached out with the Force and she also sensed a familiar presence and opened her eyes and smirked. "I figured Elifain would be behind this lousy attack to take on the Imperials," she said with a smirk. "Come on let's go raid the place and see what's going on Jas."
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Post by Darth Hades on Jun 5, 2010 22:43:22 GMT -5
OOC: DS assuming you meant the base Rusade took over, I posted you near there.
Imperial Base
Zuko Rusade talked to some of fellow comrades enjoying their success of overtaking the imperial base. The moment Rusade turned to face Nicks a loud explosion was heard followed by a quake that filled the base. The eruption totally caught everyone off guard. Most of the Mandos fell to the ground including Nicks. Rusade however managed to hold his stance.
"What was that, an air strike? Are we under attack?" Rusade shouted as most of his men prepared to fight with their blaster in a firing stance, they looked around the room as if waiting for another explosion.
"It wasn't from outside!" A bridgeburner who was stationed near the rader. "There are no aircarfts outside. The explosion was inside."
"Inside?" Rusade said sounding shock. "But how, the base is supposed to be secured. We checked each room." Rusade was starting to sense he was panicking, his men seeing it as well. He stood up straight slihtly regaining self control. "Alright men, five of you will come with me. We're gonna investigate what happened."
Rusade picked five on the spot, Nicks being one of. He informed the five to be alert as Rusade was just walking out leave a Bridgeburner cried out to him. "Hold on sir. It appears there is a ship that just landed nearby. Intel confirms it to be a YT-1300 Light Freighter.”
Zuko closed his eyes, he felt something. Reaching further through the force felt to persons inside the freighter. One was familiar but couldn’t recognized who. He stood still, pondering, using the force to draw nearer to his answer. Then it dawned him, it was Ashley Sparks. A former comrade during Rusade’s days with the Empire. He opened his eyes, desiring to confront her but the safety of his men were more important. Zuko wanted to find who triggered the explosion.
“Send all the Hawks and Scarabs to the freighter. Its Imperial.” Rusade said as he walked out of the control room, five handpicked Bridgeburners followed behind. Passing his men that were scattered throughout the supposedly secured Imperial base, Zuko walked down to the lowest floor. As he and his selected men went further down the base, the effect of the blast was easier to be seen.
Inside Ashley Sparks's YT-1300 Light Freighter
“Right behind you babe.” Jas said to Ashley as he motion towards the hanger ready to leave. He then stopped in mid stride and turned to Ashley. “Do…Do you feel that? It feels like someone probing our minds.” The feeling was gone as it quickly came. Jas looked dumbfounded, he know that the force could probe minds and he could also detect them to a degree, Jas felt lucky that he was able to catch it. His training with Ashley has increased his abilities.
As Jas opened the hanger, he saw twenty ships coming at their direction. Ten Hawks and ten Scarabs. He turned to Ashley. “Looks like we got company.”
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