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The ground shook like thunder. The entire planet was being shook. Colbs could hear it and feel it. Turblaser bombardment, exactly what he had expected the Imps to do. They were filthy vile, cowards, who wouldnt fight a battle one on one. Now they used coward tactics. Colbs called up the schematics to the city, looking for something to save them.
There, an old CIS shield generator. Clone wars style. Running through the streets he followed his HUD map. The building was in the center of the city. When he reached it the doors were wide open. Dashing in, he vaulted down the stairs to the basement, wrenching explosives from hsi belt and placing them on the duracrete floor.
The hole blew clean through. The room below was a tangle of wires. The blasts were getting closer. Finally he managed to locate the right one and plug it into the control board lighting it up. Using his computer slicing skills he by passed the security locks and the shield generator began to hum. The whole room lit up. Colbs felt a giant roar as the shield generator lit up. No Imperial turblaser was gonaa slice these babys.
"This is Colbs to all Outlaw units converge on Hylllard city, I repeat, Ray shields have been activated at Hyllard city make all possible spped Imperial bombardment is advancing."
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(7/26/07 1:21 pm) Reply
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As Arin came out the other side, she began to survey the cockpit. There as Alema's blaster ... the good one ... along with some other materials. As she began to inspect the damage, a com chirp caught her attention: it was Fire-5.
"Arin - you've got to get out of there now! The Empire's bombing the entire region. I'm coming to pick you up."
"Acknowledged." She picked up the blaster and stepped into the corridor where the trooper and the merc were still duking it out. While she would've loved to see who would be the victor, there wasn't time. Turning the blaster to the roof right over their heads, she fired off four shots so that she could get their attention.
*BLAM - BLAM - BLAM - BLAM*
"I'm sorry boys, but I'm taking over. The Empire's melting the region and we have to leave. So: you two collect Cobalt and get her on a stretcher: and don't forget her pet. There'll be a Firespray outside in a minute to pick us up, so if you value your life you'll get in.
"... and incidentally, I do value my life and I don't waste time; so if either of you give me an ounce of resistance I'll blast you right in the face without a thought."
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With pursed lips, the High Admiral silently cursed outlaw ingenuity and fortune, his expression darkening as the sensors manager confirmed the report he had just been delivered. As unbelievable as it was, this backwater colony world had a shielding system to safeguard its only city... No doubt installed by the outlaws after they infested the planet. In pulsating waves, Pollard's fury escalated as he stood there in silent contemplation, his glacially calm demeanor belying that tumultuous inner fire... And soon, he would make that fire manifest upon the surface of Myrkr.
With an almost imperceptible twitch of his eye, Pollard's order came out in an eerie tone of serenity, "Captain Ives. Order the fleet to cease fire upon Hyllyard City for the time being. Rather, burn the forests and grasslands around it... Let an inferno ravage this land... The area around Hyllyard City must be cleared anyhow, to make room for the new Imperial capital. We need not our turbolasers to strike the city... Intense heat and thick, black smoke will kill the insurgents for us." He paused, his thoughts lingering on the edge of his mind briefly before he concluded, "Any vessel which leaves the atmosphere - Imperial or otherwise - is to be dealt with accordingly as a hostile unit under the guidelines of standard protocol, until further orders are issued. Ground forces are to standby at Op Point: Calmen and await further instructions."
Dutifully, the Captain accepted his charge with an Imperial military bow before wheeling about-face and making way to the communications officer. As he approached the unit, the young Lieutenant at the console raised his eyes to his superior and offered a flawless Imperial salute, reporting, "Captain. We've just received a transmission from Captain Jergan. The marines are encountering no resistance aboard the abandoned enemy vessels and are making swift progress towards their targets." With a smug smile, Ives nodded and a singular thought creeped into his mind...
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Allies that proved to be false, and enemies, would all be wiped out by the time that Aurulius was done. He had only three Star Destroyers under his command, but the High Admiral had gotten used to having less ships and doing more destruction. But right now his focus was on the false allies, such as the Sith. “Send a message to the two Star Destroyers, they are to focus on the single Sith Star Destroyer.
Have all TIE help as well, that thing cannot be allowed to do anything at all.” The good Captain that he had spoken to earlier, he would be part of the assault. And that meant one thing, Drake could continue to plan using his entire fleet. The High Admiral looked at the status of the battle, which seemed to be dying down. “So, he wants to destroy the Outlaws and the city at the same time?
How unlike him, sacrificing our own men. But I guess that it is needed.” With that, Aurulius turned his attention to the battle that he was fighting, He had given the orders, and soon his Star Destroyer would be destroying the traitorous Sith. The High Admiral was smarter, and had more resources, there was no way he could lose here. With this last part of the battle, it would show one thing. The Empire could not be defeated by such scum as the Outlaws.
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Viktor Mereel, Imperial Grand General and Captain of the Imperial Crimson Guards, stepped towards the edge of the forest. Fire was everywhere - the trees had collapsed all around him and his own cloak was singed in several places, as well as having a large hole in the middle from a falling branch. His ears were still ringing from the piercing squeals of dying ysalamiri, and he could still see the horrifying glare of a Vornskyr's enraged eyes in his own; but he had made his way from the edge of the city, and was nearing the Imperial forces of the open plain.
As the highest-ranked member of the Imperial Army in the operation, and with all of his objectives complete (having already rescued the Darktrooper Falcon Ghent and destroyed all shield generators over the buildings), he was free to help run the main Imperial side of the battle. AT-ATs needed aiming, troops needed deploying and the Galactic Underworld needed a lesson to be taught to them. Viktor Mereel was the one to do it. And with a small group of Mandalorians present among the criminal company, the Mando'ad might be able to interpret several 'encrypted' conversations.
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Fidelis sensed him, sensed the approach of a worthy opponent. A Vod he had wanted to tests steel for a long while. He would challenge him to a duel of honor, single one-on-one combat. No force, no tricks only honorable battle.
// Viktor, long time no see Vod. Find me, I challenge you to a duel. If you win i pull my forces from the battle, if I win you pull your Crimson Guard and soldiers away.//
He would search for his mark. He would find him and he would fight him. This duel would be the most challenging fight of his life. One worthy of the siths skill and fervor.
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Fire erupted everywhere as the Imperial navy cut loose on the planets surface. The cities buildings began to explodes in plumes of orange death as vast rivers of black smoke meandered skyward. Outside the city the jungle ignited in cataclysmic destruction, scorching many of suffocating hundreds more as the inferno sucked oxygen from the pockets that had thus far escaped the Empires wrath.
Kane rallied whatever men who had not fallen victim to direct fire, flying debri or massive walls crashing down on them, and headed back toward the safe havens of the reinforced tunnel system that was their passage from the Jungle.
Only five others escape alive, the wounded were left behind to whatever end they would meet. The Empire would pay for this, the Mandalorians would rise up and return the destruction ten fold. Kane would see to it that those in command were punirhed personally. As he made his way into the tunnels, one thought ran through his head, "Aruetyc runi solus cet'or".
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Viktor heard Arumizy's call, and shook his head. They had met briefly during a strange episode on Dxun, and cooperated more than usual because of a mix of both speaking Mando'a and needing each other for survival. However, when pitted against each other in combat, Viktor knew who would come out on top. After all, hadn't the Imperial Royal Guard defeated Jedi Masters in combat? But the Sith was different, and posed a completely seperate style of threat. And with Viktor already rough from battling Lestrange (as well as the wild Myrkrn beasts) there was a chance that things wouldn't end as expected.
He stepped out, ahead of his army, and ordered a cease fire through his comlink. As the Imperial guns stopped blazing towards Arumizy's army, though many continued to fire upon Kane's and the others', Viktor stopped in the plain and waited for his opponent to confront him. With his armour scuffed and blast-marked, and his cloak billowing in the wind with burns and holes throughout, he looked a magnificently dangerous sight, even if he didn't look as grand as usual. And Arumizy would feel his unexplored wrath.
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For a while there'd been nothing but the sound of heated combat echoing through the cramped interior of Alema's ship. She started at the sound of blasterfire, her whole body jolting and then holding perfectly still, the stillness that lay between dread and full panic. Some of the tension eased when she heard Arin's voice, but nothing Arin was telling them really gave her reason to feel better.
They wouldn't... she thought. But she knew they would. They had no investment here, and they were doing to this planet what Alema had tried to do to her ship and to herself. If the Empire couldn't win, at least they could make sure the outlaws lost, too.
She rolled over onto her side, gasping through her teeth as the skin across her torso stretched and sent a terrible shrieking pain through her body. Her vision was blasted red for a moment by the pain, and it wasn't until she reached out her arm to touch the wall with her fingers that she could force herself to register where she was and what she was doing.
Up. Have to get out.
She reached up to grab the edge of the doorframe, the muscles in her arm straining to compensate for the relative weakness of the rest of her body. Dropping one hand to the floor, she absently snatched Haly up from the floor. The snake curled up around her arm in distress at the noise and chaos, but Alema kept a hold on him. They really really needed to go.
Once she was out the door and could see into the hall, Alema got up onto one knee . Getting the other leg under her was... well, it wasn't just that it didn't work, but it was a huge mistake. Pain flared out from her wound as the muscles strained against their burnt and blasted state, searing up to her shoulders and down into her hips. She dropped back to her knees and fell against the wall. Her legs were folded under her and she sat watching the madness on her ship.
She hadn't gotten a clear look at the man who'd leapt into her ship hell-bent on killing that Crimson Guardsman, and even now she still had a hard time figuring out what was going on. She didn't know any of these people, and only Arin could even conclusively be called her friend. Fortunately, as long as Arin had that blaster... she was in charge.
It's good to be friends with well-armed crazy people, Alema decided.
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(7/30/07 9:01 pm) Reply
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The shard of plasteel side easily into the matirial of the warrior's bicep as that part of his flightsuit was not meant to repel sabbing damage. Red essence drained from the wound, immediately, dripping to the floor with alarming frequency.
Ya, that got something important.
With a roar of pain, Savin found himself wide open for a stern boot kick to his chest that sent the crimson-clad Mando'ade tumbling back from the crimson guard as Arin opened fire on the combatants, sending a shower of sparks raining down on them.
The merc rolled out of his tumble to his feet only to find himself face to face with the business end of a loaded blaster held by a former senator. The sneer her offered her was one of annoyance.
What a terrible day he was having...
~*I'm sorry boys, but I'm taking over. The Empire's melting the region and we have to leave. So: you two collect Cobalt and get her on a stretcher: and don't forget her pet. There'll be a Firespray outside in a minute to pick us up, so if you value your life you'll get in....and incidentally, I do value my life and I don't waste time; so if either of you give me an ounce of resistance I'll blast you right in the face without a thought*~
:::Terrific:::
Little did he realize, at the time, how much of an opportunity his turned back and the fact that he was blocking her shot at a certain Imperial granted...
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Fidelis stood in the middle of the now open field. His men standing off against Viktor's. They would never attack without Fidelis' orders from fear of the pain. He was wearing the heavy armor he wore during heavy combat that was not itent for melee. He handed his light sabers over to his Field Marshal. The Field Marshal saluted as he handed him Mi'Kri, he mandalorian blade he had found on Kashyyk.
" You are very lucky Vod, i have never tested this steel. I found it in an old temple on KAshyyk, amongst the remains of dozens of Mandalorian warriors. I call it Mi'Kri , Blade Of Defiance. It is one of many artifacts i wish to locate Vod. Mayhaps even you may assist me in finding its batch brother Ti'frin.".
He struck a battle pose, the pose that he was ready to use. The battle would not end in death he hoped. To enshure this he would set some rules.
" Until surrendrance or incapacitation my friend. Neither of us does our people good dead.".
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(8/1/07 12:13 am) Reply
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Ayreon cursed silently, but not insubordinately. It made sense that, as the battle wore on, the empire would consider Myrkyr too little of an asset and too big of a threat after this skirmish to be kept in any habitable condition. The ground shook, causing Ayreon to reel slightly after his attack on the angered defender? ...Combatant? ...Madman? It made little difference now, as all the guard knew for certain was that they were of the same mold, so whatever this crimson-clad being before him was, so was Ayreon. A madman, a fiend, a demon, whatever, who existed only to fight and be fought, kill or be killed, maim or be maimed...
But there was a subtle difference in them. Ayreon could see it now as they both stood across that hall, each adorned in crimson armor, radically different studies on the same theme. Ayreon could feel it in his soul, right now he was superior, he was to be the victor- why? Because Ayreon knew what separated them.
"What makes us different, is not how we fight or why we enjoy fighting, or anything to do with our individual styles, but with our philosophy-- How we fight, my enemy...You fight with outlaws, a band with only loose common goals, but no stringent partnerships...No clear connection." he swallowed, picking up air;
"...I fight with an entire Empire at my back, a movement whose strength, power, and support is nothing compared to your own, which happens to be a coalition of the selfish- backstabbers who do what they will to garner whatever profits they can. Oh, and I suppose you have friends...But again, that is nothing compared to the loyalties an empire bestows upon those that are loyal to its cause...Hehe...It is here that you will-"
Shots rang out and ended his truth, the moment when he would win, despite the foolish, instinctive lesson he had just given, he could sense that his opponent was almost finished. He had seen some super-human feats up until this point, but there was no way, all that damaged combined with a bleeding artery, that this battle would be long finished. With his foe, however, he instinctively turned to the sound of the shots.
"I'm sorry boys, but I'm taking over. The Empire's melting the region and we have to leave. So: you two collect Cobalt and get her on a stretcher: and don't forget her pet. There'll be a Firespray outside in a minute to pick us up, so if you value your life you'll get in....and incidentally, I do value my life and I don't waste time; so if either of you give me an ounce of resistance I'll blast you right in the face without a thought."
Ayreon knew that she wasn't lying. Still, observation preceded all, and he noted, with computational-like speed, the situation he was in. Caught as the lower bun of a sandwich consisting of the former senator Arin Ellis, the unnamed marauder, and himself. And of course, now the other two were too close.... Moving at a fast walk, knees crouched to avoid making noise (as much as could be avoided anyway), Ayreon scurried over the hall, picked up a long-discarded object from the ground, and...
"RRRAAGHHH!!"
In a fury of anger and adrenaline, Ayreon grabbed his opponent, whose back was facing him, by the left should and shoved him forcefully, without mercy, against the bulkhead of the ship. With just as much force, and without hesitation, Ayreon reared his Force pike in his right hand, flipped it into a reverse grip, and drove it, vibration at maximum, in a full satab to some point-any point of the man's upper body. After feeling sink into the metal of the ship, the guard deftly turned the vibration off, pinning said opponent to the wall. Consumed by battle, he didn't care now- whether the senator made good with her threat, he would finish this person once and for all if it was the last thing he did on this roasting shell of a planet.
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(8/8/07 3:47 pm) Reply
Re: Myrkr
OOC: I cannot apologize enough for the delay
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Savin's steel-grey orbs never left the woman's eyes. His feral glare almost seemed to bare a growl within it. There was a vast rage that burned behind his eyes. One that could be felt as plainly as his breath...or his hand.
~*RRRAAGHHH!!*~
"MOVE!!" The D'xun-born Mando'ad's movement was no more than a crimson blur as he forcefully shoved at the former senator to take her out of harm's way. More to the point, he aimed a stiff-armed palm strike at her chest's center to attempt to push her far enough away to give her a free shot should the Crimson Guard drop him. He felt him move a moment before the Guard's hand touched his shoulder and reacted in the heartbeat that followed. As fast as the Mando'ad was in his reaction, it would not save him from the inevitable...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!"
The shaft of durasteel parted the flesh of his left shoulder with an eriee ease, impaling the large man to the bulkhead behind him. His left arm quaked with pain-laced tremors as blood began to spill down his arm and the side of his chest. Pain clouded the warrior's mind, snatching him from the plateau that his near perfect rage had brought him to and leaving him shaken to his core as the Guard commander moved in to finish the job.
Savin's eyes took on a look of resignation as his opponent geared up to deliver a killing blow. He made a terrible mistake in taking his eyes off the Guard. A mistake that was going to cost, not only his life. But, possibly, the lives of the pair that shared the danger presented by the Imperial's presence.
He was going to fail her. Cobalt was depending on him and he was going to fail her and there was nothing he could do about it but rest and allow destiny to take it's course....
~*Die*~
Grey eyes fluttered open, taking in the familiar surroundings of his home. The last he remembered was standing before his father after hiking home after nearly dieing at the end of a juvenile nexu's claws.
"Buir..? vaii-...uugh." The young mando'ad's voice hitched as the mere act of breathing was an exercise in agony. But, then, one would not be surprised by such when they understand the amount of damage that a pawful of nexu claw can do to unarmored flesh. Especially, down the back of a five year old boy. It was a miracle that he was conscious so soon, let alone, attempting to lift himself off the cot that he was resting on.
"Udesii, Ad'ika. Lay back down. I'm here." The elder Mando's voice was like a breath of fresh air to the ailing Mandolorian child, of whom, was already attempting to sit up again, only to be pressed back into the cot with a firm, yet gentle hand. “Sav'ika...I said, lay back down. You need your rest, lad. Why are you so intent on doing anything but minding me?”
The young Mando turned his head to look up into his father's cloudy blue gaze with a conviction that the elder Mando'ad had seen completely -absent- from men twice his age. “I promised to help you with your swoop, buir.” As if that was all the reason he needed, the adolescent D'xun started to attempt to sit up yet again causing a frown to cross Aron's brow.
“Savin Mikhail. Lay -down-.” The sheer force of the elder Skirata's voice was more than enough to stop the boy in his tracks. “Elek, buir....” muttered the young Mando in a defeated voice that nearly broke his father's heart.
Never knew when to quit, this one. It was a trait that he, both, admired and feared in his son. Today, it probably saved his life. But, one day, his stubbornness may kill him as surely as that nexu he met today tried to.
“Sav'ika...you scared a few years out of me, boy. But, you came back. You came back to me and your mother and you came through haran to do it.” He nodded to his son as Savin's grey eyes widened at his father's candor. “And your -still- trying to get up to help me with my bike. You're more mandokarla right now than most men twice your age and that makes me proud, ad'ika.” The older Skirata placed a large, warm hand on the small boy's chest, smiling down to his son. “But, sometimes, it's ok to just lay down and rest. Sometimes, that's what you -have- to do to be able to do what you need to. Do you understand?”
Savin nodded, settling into the cot, his head turning a moment as he pondered something a moment.
“Buir?”
“Elek, Ad'ika?”
“...when is it -not- ok to just rest?” Savin turned back to his father to be met with his gaze as it settled on the young boy with a slight smile.
“When it -matters-.”
“How will I know the difference..?”
Aron Skirata leaned down to touch foreheads with his son in an affectionate gesture that he had done with him since the first day he saw him as an infant as he drew in a breath to answer his son's question....
Savin could feel the thick blood oozing from the wound in his shoulder. The solid shaft of the force pike created a large wound channel that ran him completely through on that shoulder, pinning the Mandolorian to the wall behind him as if he where the subject of some sick, human-sized entomology project. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Ayreon sized his opponent up for immediate termination. Arin had -just- hit the floor, he noticed. She was already recovering. She was no slouch, that much he could tell. But, he was not sure she would survive, alone, against a Crimson Guardsman. At least not this one. He was good. @#%$ good. That was when the Mando'ad saw blue out of the corner of his vision. A moving blue form just outside his vision.
:::Cobalt:::
He remembered smelling burned flesh upon taking off his helmet. He remembered hearing a blaster shot before he got into the ship. He remembered that -neither- of these two sported any blaster wounds.
:::Cobalt...she's hurt..:::
Arin seemed as though she would not recover in time to save him. The guard commander was going to claim another victim today.
:::..no..::::
Ayreon drew back his hand in readiness to send it forward, having every intent to crush this Mando's skull to teach him the supremacy of his betters.
:::...NO..:::
~*..When it's time, Sav'ika...you'll -know-*~
“NNNRRAAAAAAAGH!!!” Between the space of a pair of heartbeats, Savin's body suddenly surged forward, leaving a hematic trail along the smooth shaft. He drew his, still sheathed, short blade and brought it down at the Guard's chest, looking every bit the homicidal Mandolorian as he brought the ancient down on his opponent in the negative grip...
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(8/9/07 11:40 pm) Reply
Re: Myrkr*Oh, for the love of ...*
Arin could see that there would be no reasoning with these two at all, and she really didn't need another second of this. Without hesitating further, she sprayed blaster fire down the hall containing the two combattants in an effort to break them up. Whether or not either of them died was not nearly as much of a concern for her as simply getting them out of her way. She was ready to leave with Cobalt over her shoulders - the last thing she needed was any more of this.
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(8/11/07 3:07 am) Reply
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Ayreon knew he wouldn't be able to move fast enough, but he didn't give up. With all the power and rage, speed and determination the renegade attacker was moving with, would anyone have been able to stop him? Perhaps with faster reflexes, more diverse skills, and a powerful firearm; but Ayreon, at this point in time, had none of those, so he was doomed. Regardless, he moved as quick as he could, his body relying on instinct more than knowledge, and pulling away from the coming blow.
His body and mind soon confirmed, it was simple physics; by expanding the time it took for the force of the attacker's blade to reach his body, he was reducing the impulse it would enact, thus potentially saving his life; however, as such speeds, Ayreon Faraway doubted even such a change in impulse would matter. With a sickening crack and a burst that sounded like a small explosion, the front plate of the crimson guard's reinforced armor shattered over his left pectoral muscle, sending sections of formerly protective shrapnel into the air.
Then came the burning. Ayreon knew that he had been pierced, and pierced bad, by the attacker's short-bladed weapon, and that things didn't look good from this point on. Slamming into the opposite wall, Ayreon could feel the stream of bloodflow, and he knew that, for now, this fight was over. Sucking in air whilst hoping his lungs weren't too badly pierced, if at all, Ayreon groaned in pain before pushing off once more with all of his strength, separating himself from the maddened warrior just in time to make a break down the hall. Running with the intent of calculated retreat, Ayreon managed to get near enough to his discarded helmet to pick up the tossed about, broken headware, and after a power slide into the hall from whence he came, it seemed like he would make it out of the ship alive, at least.
"AARGH!"
His vision went white near the gaping hole in the floor of the ship he had used as an entrance. A blaster bolt, meant to stop his escape, or rather, kill him, had managed to slam into his shoulder, no doubt a result of that ex-senator/bounty hunter's aim. Biting his tongue until he could taste fresh copper, Ayreon managed to wobble over the escape hole, helmet in hand, before falling unceremoniously through...
***
He had landed on his back with an impact that was not heard among the multitudes of the planetary bombardment. Instantly, all began to fade to black, but not before he managed to roll over, put pressure on his bleeding upper-body wound and hash out one last bulletin; his voice was almost gone, and air was getting harder and harder to come by...With all that, on top of the blaster wound, only the healthcare technology of the powerful Empire could save him now. He brought his mouth to the communication equipment in his helmet as best he could.
"....Beta team leader, down... Under enemy ship...Multiple wounds...Require......Immediate...Assist-"
The world seemed to cut off in a wall of black oblivion.
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(8/20/07 11:42 pm) Reply
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As the guard fell over and out of the ship, Arin checked on the mercinary. It was hard to tell whether he was breathing or not, but he wasn't her first concern. Fire-5 was landing outside and it was time to go.
Opening a hatch, she waved the pilot in. "There's another up the corridor: take him too." As Savin was checked on, Arin began to gather up Cobalt - making sure not to forget her pet.
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Alema watched open-mouthed as the brutal conflict before her turned into a frenzy of bone cracking, skin-splitting bloody violence. She'd never seen anything like it, and couldn't actually get a grasp on what was happening. The presence of the Crimson Guardsman she could understand. He was clearly here to kill her, and this was not a complicated motivation. Arin seemed to have arrived at least half by chance, but once here Alema had been forced to place all her trust in this strange woman.
The guy in the red armor... Mandalorian, she guessed. Even someone who'd been drifting away from the universe as long as Alema had would recognize that armor. She didn't know any Mandalorians. This was just weird. Maybe he and the Crimson Guardsman had some sort of history. It'd certainly explain the unflagging rage in every movement she saw from this man.
It never occurred to her that anyone might have come simply because she was here, and in danger.
But now he was hurt, wasn't he? Perhaps as badly as she was; she couldn't tell. There was a lot of blood. How much blood could a man lose and survive? Alema didn't know. The Crimson Guard was retreating, trying and failing to quit while he was ahead. It didn't seem to her that this could be called a victory for the Mandalorian if he died in the bargain.
But Arin was on top of things as always. Alema's distracted wandering thoughts were halted by a woman about her size picking her up bodily from the deck. She closed her eyes against the dizziness that came with the rapid motion, but by now she was getting things under control. She hadn't been trained to handle pain on quite this level, but the same principles should apply.
"Hey... Arin." Alema waited for the brief moment of eye contact that would mean she had the bounty hunter's attention. She smiled, her expression a mix of gratitude and mild embarassment. "An odd... time for this, but... sometimes we must... strain courtesy..." Once on the Firespray Arin, ever practical and mindful of necessities even when those around her could be of no use whatsoever, set Alema down on an open space of floor. Alema flinched as her position changed again, but continued onward. This was important. "Anyway," she told Arin. "My name's Alema. Nice to meet you."Edited by: Alema Nilim at: 8/21/07 1:32 am
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(8/21/07 1:27 am) Reply
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The pilot of fire five had seen -alot- in his time, flying about the galaxy. But, this was a first.
The force pike had skewered the crimson-clad warrior strait through his shoulder and into the bulkhead behind him. He was just -hanging- on the frelling thing. The wound, itself, leaked blood in copious amounts, spilling the fluid all about the floor under him. And beyond that, the man looked like he had been through a war.
He took a look at the limp body the was being pinned to the wall, lifting the man's drooping head up to be met with closed eyes. Lowering the warrior's face, the pilot shook his head. No sense in hurrying, thought he. This guy's done.
The veteran pilot set about the grizzly job of removing the body from the wall. An easy enough task if the body in question wasn't pinned to the bulkhead by a force pike lodged into it nearly an entire foot deep. A few test yanks yielded little by way of positive results. A second attempt was made with the pilot placing his foot on the wall next to the body and tugging at the rod, grunting with the exertion.
".......back off..."
The D'xun-bred Mand'ad's hand suddenly reached up to grasp the handle of the Guard's weapon, much to the shock of the pilot who thought him -dead-. The Mando flicked a switch as he pulled, activating the force pike's vibratory function to allow it to slice free of the wall and the Mando'ad's flesh with a vicious yank freeing the mercenary from the wall.
"nnnNNAAARRR!!"
The D'xun's body hit the deck just after a decidedly unhealthy amount of blood preceded him. The crimson essence hit the surface with the sound of spilled soup a split second before the thudding clatter of a full grown, fully-armored Mando collapsing. But he didn't stop.
The Mando struggled to his knees, panting in pain and exhaustion. This man had put his body through a full -day- of combat, not to mention a terrible wound on top of dangerous amounts of blood loss...and he was -still- not done. He -still- had a mission to complete...
"CoBAAALLT...!!" Yelled the Mando'ad from the floor as he started to stand, half crazed with pain.
"CoBAAALT...aaaahhhg...CoBAALT.!!"
The D'xun-born Mando got to his feet, left arm hung, uselessly at his side, oozing red red croovy as he looked around the ship, slowly gathering up and sheathing his swords and taking his helm, barely holding onto it with his one, functional hand. He only had -one- task. -One- reason to be there at all. he had to know. He had to be sure she was ok.
The pilot, who was reasonably unnerved by all this led the Mando, who insisted on walking on his own, to the Firespray.
Once he hade his way onto the ship, he turned his one open grey eye toward the blue twi'lek sitting on the floor nearby. It was -her-...It -had- to be. Who else would go by the callsign..
"Cobalt.....hey.." He shambled over to her, looking like he was recently chewed and swallowed by something with -lots- of teeth. The warrior dropped on one knee before her, relief swelling in his heart.
"..Sorry, I'm late...gatecrashers..made me late...to the party...I..told you to...get outta here...now drinks....on you.."
As hurt as he was...he managed a weary smile...
Edited by: Savin Skirata at: 8/21/07 1:39 am
Re: Myrkr
She heard her name. At least... the only name anyone here would call her. It was that warrior, the one she'd seen tacked down to the inner hull of her ship. Why was he shouting her name? That didn't make any sense, unless...
Unless he really did come here for me.
Why?
Why would he do that? Why would anyone do that? For years Alema had travelled alone, a deliberate recluse with no one to mourn or even notice if she'd died here today. How could someone who barely knew her care so much about her fate? What value did she have to anyone that made her worth all this?
Once he'd found his way onto Arin's Firespray, Alema rolled herself onto her side to watch him approach her. She pulled herself up to sit, leaning back against the wall. She closed her eyes against the pain of the injury, her blank and detached expression the only outward sign of Alema's keen awareness of scorched muscle straining, blackened skin splitting, and cauterized blood vessels cracking open. Pain was pain, and with a little self-control Alema made a point to control it.
But this Mandalorian... it was horrible just to look at him. They'd never laid eyes on each other before now and he'd torn his body apart to find her, to get between her and that imperial soldier. why? Who was he to her that he would do something like this?
Then he spoke. He really spoke, not merely the screams and howls of battle-fired rage. Unthinkable. Absolutely incredible and impossible.
"Ryma'at..." she said, completely flabbergasted. "Crimson..."
Suddenly there they were, face to face. Her eyes wide in amazement and concern, she could do little more than look at him for a few silent seconds. What did he do?
"Drinks on me..." she repeated. "Yeah. Yeah, maybe. Guess I owe you for that little stunt," she answered absently.
This didn't even feel REAL. All this for her, but why? What good was she to him? Her mind was stunned into repeating the same questions over and over until a new one rose from the frenzied depths. How could a debt like this ever be paid? Crimson had done more than come between Alema and a stranger who wanted to hurt her. These people had done more than drag the twi'lek back from her resignation to her own death. They'd dragged her back to the universe of people who noticed each other, worried about each other, and went far beyond the boundaries of obligation to take care of each other.
She looked down at her own palm, streaked with thin, dark blood from the blaster wound in her stomach. Setting her jaw against yet another movement that would senselessly aggravate her injury, Alema reached forward and took the Mandalorian's limp left hand in hers. The blood on their skin mixed, and Alema told him, "This will have to do for now. Ay'kou Mando sesk'vati." She let his hand go, bringing the end of her thumb up to her lips. She could taste the bitter, coppery evidence of the day's losses and victories. Crimson may not know what this meant, but she did.
"I'm glad you came, Crimson." She finished as an afterthought, "Call me Alema."
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(8/21/07 3:23 pm) Reply
Re: Myrkr
From the skies, Nate seemed to have lost track of Axl. That was both a blessing and a curse for the rather novice pilot. He watched the ground-aimed scanners for familiar signs of life rather than the wild creatures of Myrkr.
"Hey, where is everybody?" he called over the Underworld comm.
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(8/23/07 2:33 pm) Reply
Re: MyrkrOOC: Hopefully I understand correctly that you both are on Fire-5
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With her passengers finally aboard ( and mindful that she safely collected Alema's pet ), Arin hastily strapped their passengers down and signaled the pilot to go. The Firespray lurched as it took off, but soon was on its way. They had to skim the terrain for some time in order to clear the Imperial fleet, but shortly afterwards they were able to arc upwards into space.
Once out of the planet's gravity, Arin could move about to use what limited first aid equipment to care for their passengers until they could reach a safe harbor. Looking at the two of them, she couldn't help but have a motherly moment. Passing Haly back to Alema, she tucked them both in. "All right, you two: that's enough cuteness for now. Get some rest - we'll be heading out to Polis Masa for a little while. I have friends there, and they'll care for you properly."
A signal came over the com board: "Hey, where is everybody?"
Arin snapped up quickly. "Don't answer that!" The Imperial fleet that had come to Myrkr was still very much present, and any signal might give them away. Her charges were seriously injured and needed care.
The pilot called down to Arin: "Course laid in for home - we'll execute on your mark."
Arin rolled her eyes at the pilot's officiousness. "Go already!"
The stars rolled and streamed as the little ship whisped off into hyperspace.
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