Fuels of War

[Alexei Denkio]

Formos
(Since this is a Faction battle after two players join in opposition I will close the thread)
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Having started his training he was no longer a confused young man. He had a purpose and a goal now, which meant he had to survive today. With several soldiers approaching up on the outpost which was their target. There was two hills on the southern side of the base that in-between them had a road way into the fueling station. North of it there was some space but it ended by a river that would make traveling difficult to find cover. An he didn't want to run straight in just yet using a boulder for cover for a little while long.

Thankfully the hill, which was south east to the base, and had large boulders and plants that would cover the unit's advance. Right now the Sith hadn't notice them just yet, but they was going to chance quickly as he used his rifle's scope to scan out the outpost. His partner was a interesting species a Dug, at least he believed that was the species name. He couldn't be too sure he hadn't done the research on them. But if the man wanted to fight hopefully he would be good for it.

Right now Alexei had his armor on with his lightsaber hidden in a pocket, which he planned on only taking out in a emergency. He also had a NX-13 grappler pistol just in case he needed to scale the walls. Since despite having some training in the Force he was definitely not a master of it just yet. Though he waited to see the defenses on the building and what they had in store for the Alliance.

"Alright we have the element of surprise but we got to be cautious. Our best hope is a quick strike destroying he fuel containers then retreating. No need to take the base just damage it to the point it can't be used." So far in his military career he been only in one other major battle, though it ended in defeat, he had been able to push back the Sith advance.

Even though there had been help from others. This time though he was the Jedi, though just a Padawan and now it was his time to be there for the soldiers with him. Keeping his scope trained on the base he scanned to see any targets they could exploit. Hopefully they could just get though the fence and enter the base where the fuel containers were most likely being held.

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[Ganato Trell]

On the trip to the world, the Wave Rider had been broadcasting rather disparaging holonent shows that came from the Outer Rim, far from the reaches of the Empire. They had been broadcast en masse and constantly from the transmitter on the small ship that flooded a number of not regularly used channels. The purpose was distraction. The purpose was invigoration. The purpose was to just get a bit more of the message out and have some fun. That was what Ganato Trell did, flooded the Holonent wherever he went with illicit material. Of course it came off simply as young dissident children without anything better to do then to poke fun at their Imperial Overlords, he hoped it could agitate superiors. The shows were mostly about their machinery being clunky and cheap, and falling apart as they travelled through space. It was always comedy, as a laughing at the Empire was the best way to make them mad.

But Ganato Trell had come to the world with the team to help a more violent cause. He of course brought a small holonet recorder so that he could film the entire thing and broadcast it later. Now it was just a matter of surviving that little episode, and showing to off to bring even more in to the cause.

Trell hobbled on his hands, a blaster rifle slung on his back, with pistols at his side. He wore a uniform of an officer in some Rim World militia, but it was tattered and suggested little in terms of his actual rank or abilities.

"Oh, the fireworks are gonna be flashy tonight." Ganato Trell responded, adjusting his goggles. "Slow and steady, fast and hard?" He asked excitedly. "I got my bike if we wanna do somethin' crazy."

There were several ways to handle it, and Trell was far from the ranking officer there. He was more just an addition to the cause. It appeared that this young, dashing Alexei was to be the one in charge. He certainly fit the description of the plucky rebel. Young, fit... human... that was just the way things were when they were the most numerous species in the galaxy. He hoped that there was a good plan that would be in place though, that way they all may survive the endeavor.

 

[Hexad Kagortos]

"Someone's playing porn on the Holonet channels again!" It wasn't the first time this week, and from the looks of it, it certainly wasn't the last. Hex personally didn't pay much attention to the shit they usually had going on on the Holonet—most of it was boring filler—so the information was generally relayed to him by the troops around him that actually did. Today, that troop was one of the guards of the outpost, who was yelling it from one of the towers. Hex could see him if he turned to the left, the door open and the man sitting on a chair, boots kicked up on a small table as his eyes gazed at the screen in front of him. He technically should have been up and vigilant, prepared in case someone invaded. But, truth be told, who would invade a shithole like this? They were an outpost guarding a fuel depot anyway—hardly much to invade.

Hex just huffed through his nose, eyes not moving from the horizon. It was midday and the heat was just bearable—it was the humidity that got to him. Long hair and planets like this didn't mix, but he couldn't very well explain that to the higher-up that had sent him here. So here he stood, sun lotion on his nose to prevent a nasty burn, lightsaber idly in his hand as he fidgeted with one of the ridges in its surface. There was Gladius rifle on a strap across his neck so that it hung in front of his chest mostly for the hell of it, and his pistol holstered at his side. It was a lot, especially since the last action they'd seen around on Formos had been a lost native wandering around last night.

At least he was vigilant. Flicking from side to side, he didn't take them off the horizon—but not because he was waiting for any invaders to show up. No, he was waiting on the Uder delivery to arrive. He'd been waiting for the past 40 minutes and it technically should have been there, but he didn't blame the guy for not arriving on time when the outpost was in the middle of nowhere.

He was standing on the wall, which was composed of durasteel and duracrete and thick enough to be nigh impossible to blast through. There was a durasteel gate at the front from which visitors were welcomed, though right now it was lowered. Hex stood behind the battlements, which reached up to his mid-chest and were likewise made out of durasteel and duracrete.

"What was that offer? 45 minutes or the food is free?" he asked his fellow Sith sitting beside him, still gazing at that damn hill. The back of it (where he couldn't see) was about 80-ish meters away from the outpost—far away enough for them to be able to see anything approach.

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[Mid Samekh]

Formos. Bloody Formos. Mid was the arch-priest of the Sacellum of Ilum and he had been reassigned...to guard duty. Safe to say he got a bit agitated with the superior that handed him the order, but it was still an imperial order and being the soldier he is he had to obey.

He was sitting on top of the outpost's southern wall, with his legs crossed and his back against it, the battlement above him sheltering him from the sun beating down on the base. He was, as always, suited up in his heavy duraplast armour. But this time his helmet was placed in front of him with both his collapsed polearm and his crossguard lightsabre. The Lanvarok was fastened to his right forearm. He had gotten used to the weight by now and he wore the barbaric weapon with honour and pride. His knife was sheathed horizontally behind his back. Both pistols were holstered to his side and he had extra mags for all his weapons. He was ready for war...he was stuck with guard duty.

His hands were in his lap, his eyes were closed. He was deep in meditation and the fresh air was wonderful. One guard shouted that some moron was blasting porn on the speakers again and the acolyte standing next to him, seemingly waiting on a food order he heard him place almost an hour ago. "I thought it was 30 minutes. Might be wrong, though." he spoke, his eyes still closed. He was rather annoyed, not by the Sith disturbing his meditation, but by the fact that he actually ordered food around the same time and he was getting hungry.

He took a deep breath of the fresh air to calm his nerves. Hopefully they wouldn't have to pay for the food. Suddenly he felt something, his head twitching slightly as a frown formed on his brow. A familiar presence was close...really close. He opened his eyes with a deep breath and looked up at the acolyte next to him. "Hoth." he said simply. He flew up from his seat and force pulled his helmet to him and slipped it on, covering it with his black hood. He clipped both lightsabers onto his person and quickly scanned the hills before standing behind the battlement once again. He felt the presence out there. The same presence he felt on Hoth. It felt so long ago, but back then the presence was feint, unkindled. Now it was a raging fire. "Jedi." he said to the acolyte. He turned to face the rest of the outpost. "Sound the alarm!" his voice boomed.

What kind of Jedi was this guy that didn't mask his presence? Either way, it didn't matter now. He felt the disturbance in the force and he knew they were here.

Things are about to get interesting.

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[Alexei Denkio]

So far it seemed his partner was a pretty energetic man. Whatever happened next was going to be interesting for sure, and as he watched the base the Jedi figured it would be smart to take out his rifle. Moving his torso to the side of the boulder and using the scope to watch the main door, the Jedi would be difficult to spot. Already he planned to move once the fighting began as he watched the main gate he could see two man, there was a tree with a thick enough truck which he could take cover and protect his body just a meter away. It wouldn't be see to spot him as there was much on the mountain to draw ones eye onto. Still the poncho that had the same color as the environment just so he could better sneak up on the base.

But as he watched the two Imperials who were clearly Sith with the lightsaber out for all to see, it seemed hiding wasn't going to be a option. As the Sith started to yell to sound the alarm. It caused him to bite his own tongue in frustration but not enough to actually cut into it. Still his position was just above the two Sith which meant despite the two being on a battlement so long as they stood up he had a good angle to shot them. Since he would be shooting downward. Yet as soon as the Sith yelled out to get prepared the Rebel soldiers with him responded in kind firing bolts and heavy weaponry on the outpost.

Pointing his rifle at the Sith (@vamp ) who seemed to have less armor. He spoke softly to his partner, while the rest of his allies began battling other Imperial soldiers the two Sith seemed left untouch as if the Force demanded they fought without distractions. His rifle would track the man so if he started to move Alexei's aim would take that into account.

"Aim for the guy holding a lightsaber." He waited a single second, then with his rifle aimed at the Sith, he fired two bolts both at the man's chest, and it was doubtful these alone could bring him down but hopefully concentrated fire could do that.

But once that was done he stop looking though the scope and tried to see what was happening before deciding his next move. Having to move closer might be a problem but it would no doubt be their best chance to get at these Sith. Unless they decided to come at them, which would make things a lot easier.

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[Ganato Trell]

An alarm was raised, which did more to alarm Ganato Trell then it likely did to the Imperials down below. There was no real telling what was to happen next, but somehow it seemed as though their position was given away a bit earlier then expected. What made it worse, was upon a simple visual inspection, one could see the Sith down there. Now while Sith had died in the past, and they were not immortal beings, they were certainly a lot to handle. So much that Trell could not recall ever seeing one felled in combat, only hearing of it on the holonet. That was not good. They were renowned warriors and insane sorcerers of dark ways that could do supernatural cruelties without a second thought.

It put a very real fear into Trell, who had initially hoped that this would be easy in, and easy out. At least that was how it was advertised to him. But if there was a Sith involved, he had belief that perhaps a crazy idea might not be so crazy as he thought.

He thought about his swoop bike, which rested near them at the hill where they had settled. He may need to do something with it.

But his compatriot directed him to fire on the one with the lightsaber. Did it sound like madness to Trell? Absolutely. But two guns on them would be better then one. He held his rifle with both of his feet, his dexterous toes resting in the trigger well and bringing the weapon to his eye.

"Miss every shot you don't take." Ganato Trell echoed a familiar, yet naive phrase. He took aim with the weapon.

Aiming as best as he could, and being prepared for whatever would come next, he fired three blaster bolts. He had steadied his weapon upon the ground to give himself the best accuracy, attempting to fire on the torso of the same Sith that Alexei fired on. The red hot bolts sizzled from the rifle making their way down towards the Sith.

Was it a mad moment? Perhaps. But madness may be the best way for a rebellion to fight an Empire.

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[Hexad Kagortos]

"Hoth?" he asked, a bit confused by the Pureblood's sudden declaration. He knew there had been a battle there, but didn't understand why Mid was just now mentioning it. Was he suffering flash backs because of it?

Apparently not. Hex turned to look at the hill as his companion shouted to sound the alarm, raising his Gladius rifle up and reaching out through the Force. He could feel one lifeform behind the boulder, faint as it was, quite clearly a Jedi. It was his first time feeling a light sider out and it was strange how pure their signature was, but he didn't dwell on it for long. He pointed his rifle at the tree next to the boulder and shot at a particularly thick, heavy branch. 3 bolts came streaming out of his rifle and slammed into the tree a few seconds later, just as the Jedi opened fire. It would fall on him and his Dug companion and crush them if they didn't immediately move, and with their focus on the base, they would have great difficulty actually noticing it. The two would likely assume those bolts had been misfired or aimed poorly, anyway.

Rebels poured out from behind the flora like roaches, shooting at the base as if it would actually do anything to damage it. Like their Force-sensitive companion, they were too far away to do much damage, so their fire simply struck the wall without doing much damage.

Hex had over 2 seconds to react to the 5 bolts from the two attackers, so he simply stepped to the side, well out of their way. They kept flying past his left side, eventually hitting something—maybe. He took cover behind the wall as before, keeping only his upper half—from the middle of his chest—visible.

"That's not our food delivery," he remarked.

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[Mid Samekh]

The sound of blaster shots rang through the air. The fight had begun. Troops rushed and mobilised all over, readying themselves for the fight to come. The Pureblood felt their presence. Some were happy for some action, others were terrified. The presence of the rebels didn't feel all that different, actually.

Mid could see troops rushing all over the hill, either charging down or taking cover on top of the hill. Acolyte Hex opened fire...but it looked a bit off target. Mid wanted to question the man about his eyesight until he saw a branch break off and fall down, most likely going to hit two rebels hiding behind a rock.

The two rebels were focused on the base and opened fire. Mid pulled his collapsed polearm from his back, igniting its top blade with a greatsaber-like hum and the blade extending about 1.5 metres, casting a bright crimson light onto his duraplast armour. 5 bolts came for them, soaring through the air...but not at him. No, they were aimed at his fellow Sith next to him. Mid simply stood and watched as the flurry of bolts pass by his far left, past Hex's left, without any threat and hit the duracrete wall of a building behind him harmlessly. Trying to take the two Sith on at this range would not amount to much. Mid crouched down behind the battlement and extinguished his weapon, the lowered position covering him from head to toe from the rebels. Just in case he had to repel any rebels getting too close he drew the force around him, ready to utilize any of his abilities almost instantly.

"Sadly not, and I hate fighting on an empty stomach as-" he stopped speaking and shot a look at the other acolyte. "What the hell are you on about, focus on the fight!" he yelled at him over the gunfire and stole a quick peek over the battlement and crouched down again.

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[Alexei Denkio]

As he fired at his opponent he could see the man shot back at him, what was curious though, since that it seemed the man was aiming for something but it wasn't him. Though it wasn't clear Alexei could notice his aim was clearly on something, so once he finished and was back behind the boulder, he could hear the blasts above him. Thankfully he was covered from any other attacks from the Sith for now, and hearing the branch beginning to break and fall he had just enough time to send a weak wave of energy as he put one of his hands upward trying to shield himself. The wave was able to tilt the branch only so much but enough that it didn't land straight on them. With a few of the smaller branches scratching his forearms and hands. But thankfully his armor took much of the force and without a whole lot of time to build up energy it wasn't going to cause any serious damage. With his hand, he was able to move the branch off the two rather quickly without much trouble.

Nothing serious but he would definitely have to clean it once the fight was over. But as the two groups seemed to stop blasting each other. Peaking out the enemy were now hiding once again behind the cover, he took out his rifle and once again figured best to keep on shooting. Watching a head pop up Alexei fired a bolt where he notice the head came up, knowing full well the bolt wouldn't hit in time for the man's head to retreat. Still he had a plan and not even looking to his comrade he asked his friend to keep on shooting.

"Don't stop shooting." Alexei quickly dropped the rifle which remained on him thanks to a sling, he pulled a frag grenade not waiting for his friend to shot.

Standing straight up the boulder still covered from his mid chest and below. Letting out a held breath, while at the same time the new trained Padawan threw the grenade at 30 meters per second. If his friend continued to shot at the enemy to provide suppressing fire, they would hopefully be unable to see the grenade before it comes and having a 4 second timer the grenade should land close to where the Sith once were. Landing about 5 meters in front of them before it would explode, and just after he threw it he would grab his rifle while lowering his body, so that his head and shoulders were the only things sticking out. He didn't looking down his scope but continue to scan the area to see if he couldn't notice any movement.

If the grenade didn't get them, then he was going to need to figure something out or maybe his partner would be able to do that.

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[Ganato Trell]

They were firing but their bolts weren't landing. That was not the worst thing in the galaxy that could happen, but it certainly was not ideal. Their surprise had been lost, and they did not exactly have a large enough of a force that this was going to start going to keep going well. The Imperials had only to send a force out after them, which would be a pretty difficult thing for them to handle.

The breaking branch over head was crazy to him. The accuracy of the shot was impeccable. It smashed into a nearby tree and imploded the branch above them.

"Gatra'tak" The Dug swore in Hutteese, rolling backwards away from it. Dugs were incredibly dexterous, their hands and feet being almost interchangeable. He slipped out of the way, with what seemed to be help from the Alexei somehow, and was only in the midst of some leafs that tattered around beside him. Though he had not been hurt, it was a clear sign that maybe... just maybe... they were in a bit over their heads.

Still the attack was to proceed and Alexei demanded that they keep on the attack. Trell did not waste a second, popping back up, and lighting off more blaster bolts down towards their adversary. He remained in a crouched position, exposed only with his weapon. He unleashed five more bolts in as rapid a succession as possible, the shots racing down to pepper their enemy.

"Wo, nice toss." Trell spoke, watching the grenade fly out from Alexei's hand. He was hopeful it would land, and that his covering fire was enough, with red blasts still dancing from his rifle.

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[Hexad Kagortos]

"Not much to focus on!" he replied, eyes on the boulder. The rebels were a world away, shooting at them as if it made a difference. It was like they were trying to waste ammunition. A head poked out from behind the big rock and Hex pressed the trigger of his blaster again, 2 more bolts streaming out smoothly. They sailed for some time and passed by his enemy's bolts, which he ducked his head down to avoid. One singed his hood, but the Sith had no other problems avoiding something that he'd watched come for the past almost 3 seconds.

The rebel would not be so lucky. Hex had pressed the trigger just in time. As the Jedi rose to throw the grenade, the bolts would arrive, slamming into the center of his torso as he ducked out from behind cover. He'd taken his sweet time dropping his rifle and reaching for the grenade, as well as standing up, so the 3 seconds would pass just as he finally poked his body out from behind the boulder. It would ruin his armor and take him down—perhaps not kill him, but that could be resolved later. He would already be committed to throwing the grenade but wouldn't even get to, the bolts hitting before he could chuck it. Even if he did, Hex would simply channel the Force into a telekinetic push to cast the grenade aside to his right as it reached the 10 meter mark. If that was the case, the frag would simply explode mid-air somewhere near the bottom of the wall, damaging nothing and no one.

The Dug fired as well, but Hex was not worried. He stepped to the left 3 steps this time, away from the bolts which also took some time to arrive.

Hex shooting his blaster had taken him barely a second and so he was free to step around and dodge bolts as he saw fit, not having to worry about getting shot while he was aiming.

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[Mid Samekh]

Mid dodged another shot coming at him before standing up, igniting both blades of his polearm. The two crimson blades hummed to life and he took a step back to make some space. He was getting tired of just standing around. He wanted to do something...but at the same time it was completely useless and standing on the wall seemed like a logical idea.

Hex fired 3 bolts at the rebel as he stepped out of his cover to throw the grenade, he doubted strongly the kid would be able to dodge that at all. What seemed interesting was the 5 bolts coming at them. He extinguished one blade, stepped to the side and waited to fire back with their own bolts. The last bolt to pass would be reflected back directly towards the Dug's exposed head. Any other shots he would extinguish his blade and side-step the shots. At this range their shots would do absolutely nothing. They were wasting ammo and if they somehow survived the flurry of bolts heading back to them, they would have to push up to make a difference. Mid was hoping for it. His Lanvarok still needed to be baptized in blood. But at this point it was highly unlikely.

He stepped back behind a merlon covering him from head to toe. He flipped out his datapad and looked at the time. "It's been an hour...I'll slap the delivery guy if they expect us to pay." he called to Hex, peeking out of his cover before leaning back behind the wall's merlon.

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[Alexei Denkio]

Because he had always looking straight out so when he notice the enemies bolts came flying to him, he had a good amount of time to jump to the right away from the bolts. Though one bolt did glance his side torso plate, causing some minor burns on the side of his chest but nothing that would kill him. An since he was jumping out of the way of the bolts, that meant he wasn't able to throw the grenade or even turn it on.

Putting away his grenade he looked at his ally, so far the two sides have only been exchanging bolts. No one side been able to get to the other. The tree provided solid cover hide his body from his enemy currently. Slowly pulling out his newly constructed lightsaber There was few ideas he had but he wasn't quiet sure what to do. Maybe he could force the enemy to come at him with this. Or they would just ignore him, not that he really trained with this weapon. Still he was confident with what little skills he had, having trained with Nikka this would be a real test of his skills.

"Partner any suggestions?" For now he remain behind his cover waiting to see what his ally does, slowing down his breathing he tried to extend his senses to attempt to feel what the enemy might do.

The grenade might have work only if they could find a way to get the enemy out of their base and into a field. Hopefully the Force would work with them on that.

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[Ganato Trell]

The bolts were sliced at and came hurtling back to them. Ganato Trell threw his head back down to cover to avoid the whizzing burning round that was ripping through the air. The sizzle of the blaster bolt was felt directly over his scalp, informing him of exactly how close he'd come to inadvertently killing himself with a blaster bolt from his own weapon.

In a simple term this was going very badly. It was appearing as though they were nothing but an insurgent team that was taking shots at an incredibly powerful force... and they were losing. He was not entirely sure what to do, or even if they'd win, but he had one or two more ideas in his head that he wanted to try before he absolutely surrendered.

Keeping himself now in the cover of the rock and low to the ground, Ganato Trell looked to Alexei.

"Time to do the stupid!" Trell yelled to him. "I'll get their attention! You set those bombs!"

Trell then rolled backwards down the hill they mounted, away from the Fuel depot and in the direction they had approached from. He had left the sight of the fuel depot, staying very low the ground, holding his rifle tight to his chest to allow it to roll with him. He did not have to roll back very far as he was only after one thing. From they had approached they had their escape route. They had not walked there, there were speeders that had brought them in from the transport hidden away. But it was his swoop he was after.

As it was out of sight behind the hill, Trell mounted his bike, a Locust Swoop, he fixed his goggles to his eyes. He slung his rifle on his back, switched it on, the vehicle humming to life. He drew up one pistol and as soon as he'd powered all the way up, thrashed his way forward.

Ganato Trell was a Swoop Bike enthusiast, participating in dangerous races on the outer rim. He felt more at home here then he ever did on a ground combat. He came flying over the hill at well over 100 KpH, firing his blaster pistol three times at the Sith, the increased speed of the bike and his own skill at shooting while riding making for a deadly equation at the long haired human, before peeling off to the left and increasing the speed to circle around. He never got closer then 50 M, and his hurtle of pistol shots and the roaring sound of his bike would appear as though he would smash into anything before him. He had turned to his left, away from the Sith, firing one more shot before increasing to a maximum speed and dashing around the fuel Depot.

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[Hexad Kagortos]

The Dug's head faded back out of view as Mid shot toward him, but Hex was currently more focused on the Jedi, who had ducked behind the tree and stayed there. The Acolyte lifted his rifle up again and this time shot the top part of the trunk twice. It would break off and fall down on the Jedi, the crown of the tree having a radius of about 4 or so meters—hard to dodge. It would crush him under its weight but not outright kill him, which Hex supposed was good enough.

His attention was quickly taken from the Jedi as a swoop turned the hill, over 80 meters away but quickly approaching. The Dug fired his blaster pistol at him, but it was far out of operational range, with all three bolts just harmlessly flying up into the sky, never to be seen again. The Acolyte tapped into the Force, increasing his concentration to its maximum. He focused on his target; it was just the swoop and Hex now. A deep breath in. As the Dug turned left, his swoop 50 meters away, Hex shot the area in front of it enough to ensure that his bolts would hit the swoop in about one second if it kept going forward—which it was clearly going to, if it wanted to circle around. The Dug would not get to fire again because the two bolts Hex had fired at it would cause its engine to suffer from a small explosion that would blow the rebel's legs off and send him rocketing up. Even if he did, the Acolyte would simply duck behind the wall of the battlement, avoiding it.

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[Mid Samekh]

Mid was still standing next to Hex, watching everything going on. The acolyte shot at the tree, bringing it down on the jedi with very little chance at dodging. With that done Mid's attention was focused on the Dug who came soaring over the hill, firing wildly with his pistol. Mid didn't even bother moving as the shots diluted and flew all over, not even scratching the wall they stood on.

Hex focused on the force and took aim on the speeder that was only 50 metres away, firing at it to make it go boom. The Dug would have little time to respond, but in case he somehow managed to dodge, Mid would be ready to grab hold of his speeder's brakes. He would close down on it with the force and send the Dug flying if he survived the acolyte's shots then go after him to finish him off.

Mid figured that the Jedi would be having too much trouble with the massive top of the tree coming down on him, so he barely paid any attention to him. If the jedi managed to retaliate, Mid would be ready to counter however.

"I feel like I may have been overestimating these rebels this whole time. I'm still waiting to be entertained." He spoke as he waited to see what happens.

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[Alexei Denkio]

The Force rewarded those that remained faithful, and he could finally see that. As he watched a bolt slam into the top of the tree he already knew what was going on. Taking two large steps to go in front of the tree before the tree could fall down on him. Since the top of the tree was falling where he once was the trunk of the tree would protect him from the top. At this point the Sith's were both focused on his ally, and the long hair Sith was using the Force to increase his focus. Having dropped his lightsaber and quickly gripped onto his rifle aided by the Force he quickly looked down his scope and aimed right for the long hair Sith's neck. Thankfully his lightsaber wasn't damaged but he didn't have time to worry about it.

Now he could see it, both Sith were using the Force to aim at his ally. Two bolts would fly out while the Sith with long hair couldn't possibly know he would get hit. The two bolts would come out just after the Sith fired his first bolt at his ally. As there were more bolts flying around so he couldn't possible hear which one was his, and with the long hair Sith using the Force to focus only his ally he couldn't really be able to notice them. An the first bolt would strike the base of the Sith's neck, while the second would hit the shoulder just before he got behind the wall.

While the Red Sith was using the Force against his ally this would require most of his focus and concentration, so to quickly switch targets would slow down his response. Since the bolts would come flying around the same time he began using the Force against his ally, the Red Sith's concentration would most likely break for such a sensitive use of the Force as a bolt would fly in front of him if he didn't notice it. But if the Red Sith did notice he would really have a hard time trying to defend his ally since he would have only 3 seconds to both stop using the Force, turn to see where the bolts were going and then try then try to stop the bolt.

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[Ganato Trell]

The reaction of the Imperials was not immediate as he poured, which meant they were lining up shots. Trell had been fired at before, and Imperial or not people always tried to kill him the same way. And like with any audience it was always best to subvert expectations. He slammed on the breaks after banking left, assuming they would retaliate. Two blaster bolts wooshed before his Swoop Bike, missing him by no less then 6 meters due to his sudden deceleration. The deceleration seemed to come into play more expediently then he'd been assuming, as though it was being held by some unnatural force. Trell assumed that the bike was performing better then intended, which was fortunate as it gave him the balance for his next trick.

Taking hold of the bike handles with his left hand and right foot, balancing himself evenly, he fired three blaster bolts from each of the pistols at his long haired adversary, the bolts either singing his untamed main, or cracking the concrete and steel to send shavings raining down upon him to muddy his vision and ruin his robes until a next washing.

Slamming down on the accelerator, while he provided his own covering fire, Ganato Trell blasted off around the fuel depot moving towards the other end making the distances of over a hundred yards in a second, with no hope of an accurate shot to be made against him as he serpentine erratically with a bright smile on his face. Swoop racing was a great passion that he demonstrated with great skill. He dashed off towards the fuel deposits, which he'd handle momentarily.

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[Ganato Trell]

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The bike slowed down as intended, but the blaster bolts followed in. One struck the side of the bike, leaving a sparking front section. Control was now degraded. There was little that could be done and it would require repairs if he took another hit. He opted for the only option available to him. He turned the bike around, and slammed the accelerator forward. Something was holding back the breaks, but with full force on the accelerator Trell got the bike zooming. He had not choice but to leave the area. Without any way of fighting further that wouldn't result in death he rushed out of the area.

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[Hexad Kagortos]

His shots hit home and the swoop was ruined, the rebel fleeing with his tail between his legs. That left Hex with one more viable opponent, who he turned toward just in time to see bolts streaking at him again. "Will they ever learn?" he mused out loud, Mid's lightsaber deflecting them away. The attack would have costed him his neck—quite literally—but the Pureblood had stepped in to defend him before that could happen. Not waiting anymore for the rebel to keep shooting, he fired, 5 bolts spraying at him, tracking in case the man moved. Now that he was in front of the tree and the boulder, there was nothing else to take cover behind, so the rebel would be hard pressed to step to the side to avoid the bolts. Still, there were 5 of them coming from all directions. One would slam into his upper right shoulder. Another would slam into his lower left hip. A third would hit his neck. If he moved to the right, he would be hit in the center of his chest. If he moved to the left, he'd be shot in the upper chest.

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