Event Galaxy in Crisis!

[Jerex Dorn]

Nar Shaddaa
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Jerex was having a good time in his current position, but then a couple things happened that made him even more excited, first it was the message that he received from Fidchell, a fellow sith that also liked to work in the finer arts of medicine and science, sending him the location of a safe haven, this not only meant that there were sith around and still alive, but also that it was very possible they were related to this incident.

Not only that, but he also started sensing another dark presence nearby which pretty much confirmed his suspictions. Of course the greatest force sensitive warriors in the galaxy were responsible for such a marvelous outbreak! The only thing that irked him was the fact that he wasn't invited to this party any sooner, but he could deal with it, for it's better late than never and the force probably wanted him on it, seeing the chances of him being on Nar Shaddaa of all planet was very slim.

Just like it was expected, Jerex declined the Doctor's offfer of a refuge, not when there was so much fun to be had, so much to see about the virus and someone closer that was probably part of it. So, using the force, Jerex lifted the shopping cart in which he was carrying around his undead nugget friend and then jumped off the building himself, landing on the other end of the shopping cart and then proceeding to ride it down the street with a lightsaber in hand in case any of the monsters try to bite him on the way down. Moving quickly thanks to his fast but utterly ridiculous improvised vehicle.

The old knight of Ren finally arrived where the presence was, stopping the cart as he looked at the interesting figure in front of him, just by looking around he could tell he didn't do much fighting yet, no charred corpses, no lightsaber, not even a bit tired, things that should be expected from someone that were walking around in the middle of the street "Should I assume you are the one behind this magnificient work?" Jerex asked, his voice heavily modified by the usage of the mask of Ren, his voice deep and creepy while the tone was clearly jovial and curious "Where are my manners? You can call me Tyrus Ren mister, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance!"

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[Minerva Wren]

Nar Shaddaa​

Minerva would’ve savored the victory as the undead Gamorrans fell, but the last pig let out a shattering cry. The mercenary grunted in pain as she forced herself to keep standing spite of it. “Stang!” She muttered from both the new headache and the implications of what the zombie just did.

More monsters are coming.

Even so she advanced alongside the Jedi party before they came to the chamber with the three massive doors. Terrific a multiple choice problem. Thinking that the armored warrior listened to the Jedi before twisting her head toward them as if they lost their wits.

These idiots are debating in a time like this?!

Without warning, a figure appeared at high speed and quickly Minerva aimed her blaster before seeing who it was. Another Jedi it seemed. She ignored the newcomer's suggestion and was about to answer Izel when her student spoke up first. Anger flared within her and aimed the gun at him but only the incoming threat of the undead stopped the merc from shooting toward the padawan.

“Shut the kark up youngling, the grown ups are talking.” Minerva answered in a tone full of acid. Then she finally answered Izel. “We’re wasting time here so I’ll play by your idea to spilt up.”

Not waiting for an answer Minerva rushed toward the left door. She wasn’t going to waste any further time.

@Charndley @Reyn @Isen @Salek Fallanai

 

[The Eclipse]

Coruscant​

Laughter echoed down around the hallway as @Nykoria Tallis quickly reacted to Sirius' attempt at ventilating her ranger companion. The Sith let go of @Darmus Onn as the Kori put her weight behind his resistance, the droideka's short volley of cannon fire impacting the end of the hallway instead of burning their way through the Ranger. "Aw, you're no fun," he admonished in a mocking tone, tilting his head and looking toward the hall corner. The Sith could hear the Ranger, who had apparently retreated further down the hallway from the sound of him. Sirius curled his left hand and waved it behind him in signal to the armoured soldier, who retrieved a small metal orb and handed it to the Sith behind his back.

"Y'know, Kori, you remind me of a zeltron man I met recently. He was no fun at all either. Still, it was a shame what I had to do to him. No one deserves to suffer like that, but what is a man to do?" The Sith's words slipped through the air and the Force like oil, trying to get a rise out of Kori and bring fear and anger to the surface, an attack both with words and a relatively subtle usage of the Force. Sirius was also being honest about having met and made to suffer a zeltron man, even if his wordage itself was relatively vague. He was taunting her to draw her into a disadvantageous fight or disrupt her focus, a usage of Dun Moch frequently attributed to the Sith. Sirius could sense the Jedi's determination, and he fully intended to stress test it with all the malice in his black little heart.

Within the records room, @Vera Coulter was continuing her skirmish with the Nemoidian, who was quickly losing patience with the woman. She'd found adequate cover behind half of the weaponized door, but even so the hungry flames had sunk their fangs into her limbs. She was hurting, the Sith could feel it. But he could also feel her steely determination. He sneered and stepped back into the room, saber before him, and began to walk toward the woman."Give up and die, you're wasting my time," the Nemoidian croaked, the Dark Side grasping the half of the door not being used at cover to rip it from its new home and sent it flying at the woman behind her cover, unguided but swift, and fully intending to ram into her lower torso. He at this point intended to retrieve the physical drives he needed and destroy the remainder, but this woman was unusually stubborn and would need to be removed.

In another basement hallway, the bloody woman was laughing as she could feel @Corran Velt begin to feel the effects of her toxin. Although she was impressed by his fortitude and sheer determination, few could withstand it for long. That said, more people seemed to be showing up. @Bast Emblai moved from her place down an adjacent hall and joined in firing toward the Sith as she moved to Corran's side. @Dr Ilana Morata entered from behind the others through the security draw and immediately drew the Sith's attention. Not merely because of her swift and furious attack, but because she practically burned with the Dark Side. Thoroughly unrefined, but it was there. How interesting. Not to mention @Elara Salis had also shown up to provide further bolts downrange. Now the Sith had a flurry of attacks to deal with, as well as an apparent attack from @Trini Halrixien in the vent.

Bast's initial shots were deflected by the Sith's vibroknife while Corran's increasingly erratic fire was intercepted by her lightsaber. When the additional flurry of attacks from Ilana and Elara began, while Bast had stopped firing to check on Corran, the Sith also reacted to the falling attack from Trini. Key tactics when fighting multiple opponents were to target the weakest, as well as to prevent them from from fighting one all at once. The Dark Side surged through the Sith as she sidestepped with a boxer's roll and a falling step, several shots impacting the wall behind where she had been standing. Her vibroknife deflected aside the tip of Ilana's thrown vibroweapon, redirecting it away from her to bury itself firmly into the duracrete wall. The lady clearly lacked training, but she certainly had power. Directly after deflecting the thrown weapon the Sith launched her own vibroknife with a telekinetic burst beneath the falling Trini- directly toward @Falynn Tikarsis , who had become focused on the fallen Corran after showing up.

The Sith's new position put her between mid-air Trini and further shots toward her torso, which comprised the majority, her lightsaber focused on defending her open legs to intercept the few shots targeted there. The Sith's free left armrose up to meet Trini's aggressive attack, the Sith's hand grasping at fur and clothes to grab her. Trini's sharp little claws dug into the Sith's leather-clad left arm and she responded in kind with a short, sharp burst of electric power that would surge through the being diminutive being from her hand if she didn't escape, a contact use of Force Lightning meant to shock her limp to be used as a living shield against further attack from the group down the hall, assuming she hadn't been hit by any of the barrage of stun fire. The sheer number of people against her now meant she had to keep her focus on the many attacks and actually work to avoid getting hit with a stun shot, even if the narrow hallway kept her enemies from surrounding her. She was beginning to tire and she was under significant pressure, so a meat shield would serve nicely if it worked out.

Only time would tell if the Sith woman would survive, but she certainly wasn't going to go down easily. Fighting dirty was her specialty.

Back outside, Eclipse Overwatch noted the arrival of a group of emergency service personnel over comms. Just as planned. "Pick your targets. Fire in 3... 2..."

Up on the second floor two blaster impacts would be heard with not even a moment's warning as the pair of newly arrived medics assisting @Weiss Zano were struck by long range sniper fire. One through the center mass, the other through her leg. The second screamed in pain and fell to the ground in front of @Lorcan clutching the smoldering hole in her leg. Outside, the CorSec captain in charge of the ring of officers around the station hit the ground, his head vaporized by a third shot. Seconds after, a fired rocket from an entirely different direction struck the driver's side of an emergency vehicle, killing the driver and severely injuring several nearby officers standing nearby, as well as anyone else within.

Further reinforcements would be delayed, arrangements having been made to delay significant response to the attack. The Sith didn't fight fair, and the line of officers was now in a panic under the threat of continued sniper fire from well outside their range.

A patrol gunship bearing CorSec colours and markings flew by overhead @Preef Callo , @Kel Dryden , and @Marissa Hesse , but seemed to pay them no mind as it headed toward the Ranger station, several unmarked airspeeders landing near where they had just departed from as the criminal trio made their escape with their riches. They were safe, the chaos of local security and their swift escape ensuring a clean getaway.

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[Izel Thral]

Nar Shaddaa
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Izel was surprised to sense another being moving towards them, though clearly not one of the zombies chasing them down. It was a human, a blind human. And judging from the strength of Force energy swirling around him, a Force sensitive human. He introduced himself as Salek, and encouraged them to flee. Normally she might have agreed with him, but they were much too close to give up now.

The Vratix, only slightly repulsed by his sewage drenched appearance, responded. "You can leave if you like, but we are trying to find the source of this outbreak. We're not going anywhere." That was when things started to get out of hand. Isen made an admittedly tactless joke at the Mandalorian's expense, and in response the hot-headed woman drew her blaster on him. Izel's reaction was immediate, and Minerva would feel the heat of her lightsaber's blade hovering less than an inch from the nape of her neck. When Izel spoke her voice was calm, though a deadly intent crept into the fringe of her tone.

"If you value your life you'll refrain from threatening my student." She informed the Mandalorian. She waited for Minerva to lower her own weapon and walk away before lowering hers. "And watch your language." She remarked before turning her attention back to Nara. The consensus seemed to be three for splitting the group. "Watch yourself with that one." The Vratix warned her human ally. "She might have less brains than these monsters." With little time to waste she would gesture for Isen to follow as she made her way for the right passage. With the frustration rising in her she didn't say anything else to Salek, leaving the blind Jedi to make his own decision about whether to join them or not. For her own part the Vratix just wanted to get all of this over with and leave.

@Charndley @Isen @Minuteman75 @JorusC @Flood

 

[Nykoria Tallis]

Spoiler: DM Post

Laughter echoed down around the hallway as @Nykoria Tallis quickly reacted to Sirius' attempt at ventilating her ranger companion. The Sith let go of @Darmus Onn as the Kori put her weight behind his resistance, the droideka's short volley of cannon fire impacting the end of the hallway instead of burning their way through the Ranger. "Aw, you're no fun," he admonished in a mocking tone, tilting his head and looking toward the hall corner. The Sith could hear the Ranger, who had apparently retreated further down the hallway from the sound of him. Sirius curled his left hand and waved it behind him in signal to the armoured soldier, who retrieved a small metal orb and handed it to the Sith behind his back.

"Y'know, Kori, you remind me of a zeltron man I met recently. He was no fun at all either. Still, it was a shame what I had to do to him. No one deserves to suffer like that, but what is a man to do?" The Sith's words slipped through the air and the Force like oil, trying to get a rise out of Kori and bring fear and anger to the surface, an attack both with words and a relatively subtle usage of the Force. Sirius was also being honest about having met and made to suffer a zeltron man, even if his wordage itself was relatively vague. He was taunting her to draw her into a disadvantageous fight or disrupt her focus, a usage of Dun Moch frequently attributed to the Sith. Sirius could sense the Jedi's determination, and he fully intended to stress test it with all the malice in his black little heart.

CORUSCANT​

Nykoria knew a stalemate when she saw one. If Sirius left the protection of his corridor death trap and crossed blades with her, the Ranger would have a clear shot. The same would be the case with Kori, if she suddenly got suicidal and tried to get into the corridor. So, both sides were stuck where they were. Except that the Zeltron couldn't carry out her original plan without risking her associate's life. She'd need something else; something she could execute quicker.

When the Ranger gestured her to back off, she did so. But only just enough so as not to stand directly under the dangling slab of duracrete that she had created. Retreating too far could give the gunmen the room to advance and set up a new firing position. Nykoria wasn't about to give them any quarter or inch of the corridor. Even though Kori didn't know about the metal orb in Sirius's hand, she knew enough. Firstly, where Sirius was positioned (thanks to him talking). Secondly, that he wasn't leaving the safety of his trap corridor. And thirdly, that he wasn't opposed to trying something from behind cover. That meant Kori needed to be on the lookout for his sudden moves.

That's what the Zeltron did, as she proceeded with cutting a chunk of duracrete out of the ceiling. Kori needed something large and sturdy enough. A cover for her and the ranger associate when they'd decide to push forward. Luckily, Sirius was talkative. "I know one person who might deserve to suffer," the Zeltron grumbled in response to keep the Sith talking, while her azure blade carved out her would-be impromptu shield from the duracrete above. "Not too long from now on."

The Sith's taunt may not have caused Nykoria to foolishly expose herself. It may not have even forced her to immediately lash out in anger and give up everything she had been taught for years. But it did keep the Zeltron focused on her opponent. Retreat was no longer an option; defeating the Sith was a matter of principle. But Sirius needed to act fast; a thick and large slide of duracrete would be cut loose at any moment now.

@Ecclessey, @The Eclipse

 

[Corran Velt]

Coruscant​

So much seemed to happen so quickly. That really was something considering how the spreading inferno of pain made each second increasingly agonizing. Someone completely coated in fire-resistant gear, complete with helmet, began engaging the enemy force-user. Even going so far as throwing a knife with incredible-force. The unknown friendly was a guardian angel as in that moment, the burning had lashed up, or rather down, his arms. Corran’s own suppressing stun fire ceased as his arm convulsed, causing a vice-grip on the blaster and his arm to recoil tight to his chest. Only the captured virbo-blade was holding him up at this point. That and his knees. Those wouldn’t last long as the tingling spread to his legs.

Suddenly, another guardian angel appeared. Her eyes were wet and fearful. Bast? When did you get here? His thoughts tried to find reality through the onslaught of suffering. He couldn’t speak, for his jaw clenched in another spasm of pain as the female Ranger steadied up upright. A beautiful Zeltron woman was introduced by sending blaster fire down the hallway and claimed she was here to help. Closing on the opposite side of Bast, yet another familiar sight came into view. A serious face with brightly colored hair. Falynn too? How can that be? It was at this point, Corran was certain he was dying. A regular squadron of Valkyries had arrived to carry him into the Great Beyond.

That is until another tidal wave of scorching pain crashed over his body. The pain sliced his ears, eyes, arms, fingers, and was racing rapidly to his calves. Immense pain distracted him from any command. In some areas, the agony had grown so immense as to almost go numb compared to the soon-to-be-impacted areas. Through gritted teeth, Corran roared, “UUUUUGGGGHNN!” The wounded Ranger collapsed backwards, convulsing, threatening to bring both Bast and Falynn with him to the floor. If they did, any thrown object or incoming fire would sail harmlessly over their heads, though the trio would be knocked prone. Possibly even the Zeltron woman.

On the basement floor, the young man’s body shuddered and spasmed. The sole act of falling backwards and hitting the ground caused incalculable pain. The nearly unendurable agony was exhausting his body; he couldn’t even feel the blood dribbling down his face anymore. It was clear that the male Ranger would be in no position to fight and needed to be evacuated as he was a hazard to others in combat merely being present.

If he was dying, it wouldn’t be to cause further risk to his friends. Through one twitching eye, Corran groaned through a clenched jaw and gritted teeth, “S-sith!... ARGH!.. SITH!” His body convulsed again, as if trying to wrestle the burning sensation off of him. The single blue eye darted between Falynn and Bast, or their apparitions, “Leave!... WE!.. RAAH!... W-we… leave!” The usually professional Ranger’s strict diction had been reduced to this. Agonized grunts. As if to make emphasis to his point, the blond youth fought through the pain to unclench his hand holding the blaster, tossing it to the floor near Bast and constricting her forearm. His grip would feel both weak and frantically tight. A boy fighting for his very consciousness. His other hand retained a veritable death-grip on the sword he once used as a crutch. It wouldn’t be left behind.

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[Isen Ramm]

Nar Shaddaa​

The young Kiffar didn't budge nor flinch as the Mando raised her weapon in his direction. His ignited blade was already level with his torso to provide light, so he was in a perfect defensive position to deflect blaster bolts as it was. There was no chance he would give this stranger the satisfaction of flinching or scurrying about. He simply lifted a single brow at the threatening action and remained cold, emotionless as his Master came to his defense. He was simultaneously proud to see her defend him so, but also slightly embarrassed that she felt the need to rescue him. He didn't give a verbal response to the armored warrior. Isen had just pretended she never threatened him. Note taken- the Mando didn't have a sense of humor.

He listened as Izel Thral gave some words of advice to Nara before signaling for the Padawan to follow her down the right passage. He did so. He felt slightly ashamed for what he said, possibly causing a strain on the uneasy alliance. He should have known better, should have known that he was hard to read and it was easy for others to take his jokes personally. Still, he wasn't too concerned, and he wasn't going to apologize now. His master had more pressing issues on her mind, and if she wanted to discuss it with him later, he was quite sure that the topic would come up.

As they made their way down the passage, Isen could almost feel the danger- it was palpable. It was like he could touch the very real and present danger that awaited them down the path. As Isen ran to keep up with his master, he steeled himself for what was to come, something he had a feeling would test him like he had not been tested before.

@Reyn @Charndley @Minuteman75 @JorusC @Flood

 

[Juniper]

Nar Shaddaa​

Looked like they were splitting up the group. That didn't soothe her nerves at all. United, they could put up a good front and hold off a lot. Divided? Well, Nara didn't fancy her chances. Particularly with a padawan and a mouthy Mandalorian. Nara watched as Isen and the Mando traded insults, followed by Izel getting in on the action. Nara couldn't take it much more.

"My homeworld is burning. You think we can all quit our bitching?" she yelled, the fear and frustration clear on her face. She was too close to stop now. Whatever it took, she'd have to give it. A future beckoned where Nar Shaddaa was devastated, a dead world, trillions of souls slowly devoured. Some of them innocent. This should not be happening. I should be stopping this.

The arrival of the blind Jedi did little to calm her. She sensed his presence arriving before he did, hearing him dash through the muck towards them all. If things had been different, she might've fired off a sarcastic comment to him, but she just stared at him for a second before turning to Izel.

"I'll look out for the Mando. Good luck you two. But if you find something that can stop this, anything..." Nara started to say to Izel, looking up at her ally and friend, "take it and go. Don't come back for us. Stop this." She smiled at her, then turned to Isen. "Look after your master!" she told him. Finally, as she was about to follow the Mando, she called out to Salek.

"Pick a team and come with! Don't go on your own!" she warned, not wanting to have yet another death on her mind. Maybe he'd be fine with his wild Force speed, but you could only outrun things for so long. With that, Nara followed the Mandalorian down the passage to the left, holding her saber up high to light the way.

"Wait up!" she yelled, boots slamming on the floor as she ran to catch up, sensing the darkness descending around them. Ahead of them. Something was close by. And she had a feeling that whatever had caused this mess knew exactly where they were, and they'd be coming for them.

@Reyn @Isen @JorusC @Minuteman75 @Flood

 

[Dr Ilana Morata]

Coruscant​

So many women flocked around Corran Velt, that she felt a spike of jealous resentment flared to the fore. The woman dodged her blade, dodged her shots. Corran was in pain. Lorcan was pinging her. "Get him out of here!" she seethed, her voice a harsh hiss of rage as so many others sped over to 'help'. They weren't helping. They were there to gawk at a wounded man, to stare and to pretend to help. She pinged Lorcan back while she attacked. The vibroblade slung towards Falynn would be batted back with another lashed defense, albeit less gracefully than the Sith, to also embed further away. Doc had assumed the blade was for her personally, rather than the medic attempting to do kark-all in a combat zone.

"Basement," she ground out. "Sith. People injured. Get out." There was something off with her voice; the rasp was more prevalent, spoken through a tight jaw. She aimed a trio of tight shots towards the woman's head, but once more slung her second vibroblade with a telekinetic burst from the Dark Side just as the Sith woman's hand would clench into Trini's front. This one with far more accuracy than the first; if anyone was going to stand there and gawk uselessly, they were welcome to, but she wasn't going to wait around and let this woman dance around like a bloody idiot. Nor give her the chance to harm any others.

Do no harm.

Her objective to locate her partner was complete, it was time to evacuate. And if those women wouldn't get their collective acts together, she would do it herself. Her rage, her pain and her fury were at her mercy now; this woman was the enemy, and there was one thing she kept with her from her underground days.

If they were the enemy, they were no longer people. They were things to expunge from the galaxy, and she would do it with no remorse.

@The Eclipse @TerranSteel @Kestrel @AutoFox @Frannykins87

 

[Lorcan]

Coruscant​

Of course things went to shite.

Who's idea had it been to involve bloody civies when the area wasn't locked down yet?! All it meant was that there were more bodies in the way, more bodies to be gunned down by snipers and other contingencies. He wasted no time in grabbing the injured medic under the shoulders and dragging her into the stairwell he had taken cover in before.

Turned out standing in the hallway when there was a massive hole in the wall from a taxi was a bad idea. Apparently it meant that there was excellent line of sight for snipers.

Who could have known that, eh?

"You're a doctor - deal with it." he snapped at the injured medic as he set her down halfway down the flight of stairs, out of sight from anyone not in the stairwell, "JEDI! Bring any survivors into the stairwell! Pronto!"

He placed his free hand on the medic's wound to keep pressure on it as he held his pistol in his other. During this moment, with explosions and blasters and chaos all around... he felt so calm. So normal that he could honestly smile. He only didn't because he knew it would look hella creepy.

Sith in the basement sounded promising but he needed the Medic to be alright first. He might want to go back to blasting and stabbing but even he wasn't about to forget about a medic. Some things were sacred even to a blood-thirsty fighter.

 

[Darmus Onn]

Meanwhile, back on Coruscant...

Darmus was alarmed at Corran's reply and not just because of its message, but the tone of the young ranger's voice as well. He knew the young man and the strength of character and hope that was always so plain behind his words, but he heard none of that now. Alarmed by this, Darmus looked at the Jedi with wide eyes, "We need to-"

It was the Sith that interrupted him with agonizingly long sentences spoken in a mocking and taunting way. Darmus didn't much care for such theatrics, but looking at the Jedi it seemed to have its effects and instead of going for the security door as the ranger intended they stayed put. The Jedi once again began to shove her lightsaber through the ceiling and Darmus, not knowing what else to do but also not able to just abandon her, covered her with the EMP/stun pistol.

Not wanting to be the silent minority, the ranger also decided to speak up and share in the conversation. "You'll never get off the planet alive!" he said loud enough for both the Sith and his trooper to hear, "Security forces are surrounding these ruins-" the sad reality that the ranger headquarters was now merely a pile of rubble, a ruin marking the reach of the Sith Empire even on the Jewel of the Core, made it more difficult for Darmus to say the word and his voice cracked. "-they'll blast you beyond recognition!"

It didn't occur to the ranger that perhaps all these Sith were on a suicide mission with the sole purpose to display the strength of the Eternal's "cannon fodder" and that they would hold out for the sake of holding out. Darmus just hoped the Sith and or his trooper would panic just a little and decide to go for the landing pad.




@Catbert

 

[Elara Salis]

Elara was almost relieved to see that the doctor she met outside actually follower her, and was trying to help Corran, but the relief was extremely brief. Her head turns as she hears Conran collapse on the ground.

"Get him out of here!"

The jedi that was in front of her shouted, but her voice gave Elara a shiver. There was a raw rage to it, for a second she thought it was the Sith. She pushes her doubts aside and almost takes a few more shots at the Sith woman, but her fingers stop just short. That wretched being lifted someone furry as electricity came out...from her FINGERS! What the hell was that!! Elara tries to suppress her panic. She could have all the training in the world and still she wouldn't have been prepared for that. She snaps out of it quickly. If she wasn't going to fight, she needed to help a fellow ranger survive.

"On it!!" She shouted in response to the Jedi. She wasn't trained to fight a sight, and given the situation, she would risk harming the creature she held. She lowered her weapons and goes over to Corran and the two women around him. She speaks to the other two.

"Help me lift him " She puts her blaster away quickly and holsters it, and somehow manages to get an arm around Corran's shoulders, lifting him up into almost a sitting position after quite some effort. She huffs and puffs with the effort

" Hang in there buddy.." She speaks softer, while waiting for the other two women to help her lift him up.


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[Trini Halrixien]

CORUSCANT

Trini snarled as she fell, twisting her small but lithe body in mid-air to just barely dodge the reaching fingers of the Sith. As she fell past, she reached up with both hands, small claws sinking into woman's leather bracer as a crackle of searing blue electricity erupted from her hand. Trini hung from the outstretched arm, her mind racing with fear, rage and the instincts of a cornered animal.

The Amaran then attempted to swing herself up, intending to wrap her legs around the arm, giving her extra purchase and making her harder to dislodge. At the same time, her small jaws shot forward, Trini intending to close them around the Sith's wrist, digging small but exceedingly sharp teeth into the flesh and drive them as deep as she could.

Even as she did this, small arcs of Force Lightning from the main discharge came around to find the Amaran, Dark Side energy scorching the tenacious archaeologist to her very soul, causing her vision to dim and pain to lance through her nerves...

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[Roland Rook]

DATHOMIR​

Roland watched the ghost depart. His gaze lingering where it had last been until it looked towards the other suspicious new arrivals. But he said nothing as he eyed them while the doors opened. Roland glanced at Indy noticeably since her body language told him the ghost wasn't the only thing she was wary of.

"Any idea about what's going on?..." He asked the Pantoran. "...cuz I sure don't" He sighed through his nose. The front of his helmet remained faced towards the door for the time being. The heel of his boots changed slightly as they fortified his stance subconsciously. The crack in the door was where his eyes began to be drawn. Hopefully the bearded Jedi was wrong about it being a trap.

 

[Vera Coulter]

Coruscant​

No one was gonna come to her aid.

No one was gonna save her ass and play hero. And if they were, she'd stun them down too. This was her fight, this was her battle, and she'd be damned if anyone was gonna steal that from her. She didn't have access to the aboveground anymore. Didn't know what was going on above, but knew it wasn't good since there were no sounds of CorSec feet on the ground.

They had them beat, but she wasn't dead yet.

Pain sang where the fire bit. Sweat poured down her back, her heart thudding hard in her chest. Adrenaline sang with the pain, sharpening her focus.

The enemy was still alive and slinging doors. Karkin' hell.

Instead of tucking and ducking away, she scooted around, scrambling towards the Sith instead. Ooh yeah, he was annoyed. Well good. She liked being a pain in his plans. Let her keep him here as long as she damn well pleased; he ruined her day, now she was gonna ruin his. The other half of the door he once more slung at her thudded a hairs' breadth away from where she had once been; a lucky gamble. Her only skill, it seemed, was speed. Once more aiming two stun shots towards his lower limbs and one above, while he would be busy deflecting those she would roll another grenade, this time towards him, and keep moving, ducking back behind the doors cover and closing her eyes briefly to avoid the impending blinding flash to disorient.

Perhaps if she could keep him a little more occupied, he would come close enough for one last trick up her sleeve...

It was all prepped, he would just have to close the distance.

@The Eclipse

 

[Salek Fallanai]

Nar Shadda​

"You can leave if you like, but we are trying to find the source of this outbreak. We're not going anywhere."

Salek nodded to the Vratix in agreement, but his words were cut off by a flurry of threatens and weapons being drawn. He stepped quickly back out of the line of fire with a look of alarm. Anger and fear swirled through the group like a hurricane, feeding back on one another in a growing wave.

Okay, I'm beginning to see what Lentus sees in the Jedi, he thought quietly to himself. He kept his mouth shut, though; people this touchy shouldn't be fed the spark of an outsider's meddling. Instead he left his face neutral, scanning the area for threats and preparing to react to violence. He could feel creatures skittering across the pavement and floors above them, searching for sewer grates down. The thought crossed his mind to collapse the tunnel behind them, but chances were they would need at least one path intact to get back out.

"Pick a team and come with! Don't go on your own!" the third Jedi yelled before disappearing after the Mando. Salek stopped to consider, though. Three doors, and only two checked. He reached out with his senses to see what was beyond, but he couldn't sense through them. Something was blocking his ability to feel beyond the portals. There likely were Sith somewhere, then, and they were drawing close to something important enough to ward. Great.

Still, nothing to do but try and save time. He passed through the center door. Rather than striding down the tunnel, though, he reached out with his feelings, trying to get a sense of what was beyond - and more importantly, if there was anything alive waiting for him.

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[Crix Aran]

Coruscant​

The Ranger HQ was under attack.

He knew that because he'd run from their flat - which had suffered from a rather recent, rather violent, case of explosions. Thankfully Crix had been outside the flat on a nearby rooftop smoking with some friends when the explosion hit. Honestly, he'd been more pissed off about their shite before he recognized what was going on.

There were more important things that his save files and the new soldering iron he'd managed to make from scratch - because the Ranger HQ was under attack and they had sent a bomb to his home. It wasn't for him because who would really want to try and blow him up?

No, it had been for his mom.

And the Ranger HQ was under attack?

He'd run faster than he ever had before, just to pay a taxi twice the usual rate to drop him off within running distance... and then continue running. Reaching the ground floor of the HQ he stared at it for a few seconds. It was busted wide open in different places, blaster fire going on all around and fires raging within.

His hands were shaking but he didn't falter in his actions - running past the cordon toward the Ranger HQ. He knew, vaguely, which office his mom worked out of when she was on planet though he couldn't remember being their in the recent past. She might not even be on the planet but no one was going to tell him that, he was going to have to find that out for himself.

If she was on planet or off... they'd have that information in the records room right? Charging across the distance, he made for one of the entrances he knew headed down to the basement level. He felt himself drawing his stun pistol despite himself. Crix didn't want to end up shooting people... all he wanted was for his mom to come storming out of the building, drag him away by his ear and lecture him about fire safety or something.

But she wasn't going to, so he was going in.

 

[Bast Emblai]

The basement, Bast mused, was the certainly place to be. With him writing and bucking in pain, it was no longer possible to tell what blood was hers and what was that of her partner. The female ranger did her best to hold him steady, but even in his incapacitated state, Corran lashed out with great strength. Whether in a reaction to the pumped saline or worsening agony, he collapsed, convulsing. Gritting her teeth Bast tried to cushion the hard collision with her body.

Everything flashed white for a moment, followed by swimming dark spots clouding her vision. Her head throbbed intensely. A heavy weight, burning hot and shaking, pinned her left shoulder. Groaning groggily, Bast freed herself and blinked hard, willing her adrenaline to take away the pain. Falynn appeared to be alright, but the already wounded man lay prone, cramping and seizing. She needed to get him out of there. It took everything she had to push back the primal fear and work. The Corellian woman bent over him, providing a shield with her body. As gently as possible, warm, sweaty hands reached to stabilize his neck and prevent more bleeding or a head wound. The straw blond hair was matted with congealed blood.

A venomous voice interrupted her efforts. The force user had commanded they evacuate Corran. The sheer intensity jolted through Bast and an uncharacteristic frustration arose. What the hell did the woman think she was doing? She would traverse the galaxy for the man in her arms. The air bristled with tension, but now was not the time for conflict. She would take all the help she could get. Petty agitation born in the heat of battle was never worth rising a life for. The force user and Ranger had a shared objective, and that would have to do for the time being. Nevertheless, the comment stung, a reminder of her previous failure. The one she was unable to forgive herself for. Once again, Bast was too slow to jump into action. The last time that had happened, she had watched thirteen men die. Her dignity and personhood had been stripped away for days. The panic was already there. This was another Outpost Blue. It would end no differently.

A distant, strange resolve settled on Bast’s face. Everything was as it had been. Time and place did not matter. It was the same. Could she hear screams in the echos of fire? Corran was certainly shuddering in agony. They would all die. If mercy existed, so would she. A sense of inevitable dread overcame the woman. Not acknowledging the zeltron Ranger, focusing solely on escaping her hell of earth, Bast lifted up her partner’s left side with a strength she didn’t know she had. Perhaps, if she survived, she could avoid being subjected to her previous fate, tortured, paralyzed, unable to resist.

Rushing through the open door, Bast gestured vaguely down an adjacent hallway, hoping the other Ranger would understand the exit strategy. Words were slow to come. “Hold on Corran. You will be alright.” The last words were a command. Then in a lower voice to her companion, “Do we wait here for a medic or move him?” For a woman so used to having charge, her uncertainty threw even her off. The implications of making the call were too heavy to carry.

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[Elikar Bridhec]

CORUSCANT​

Finally some medical help. "Name's Elikar, I think my shoul... SON OF A BANTHA, you karking...." Elikar exclaimed adding a string of explicatives in several different languages all aimed at the good doctor doing his best to help him. With his pain rose Elikar's anger but only briefly. Once the shoulder was back in place the pain was less but not gone given his other injuries. Balance, he must find it, he tamped down but not completely ignored his and anger using the focus to give him something else to concentrate on other than his pain.

Elikar apologized to the doctor. After all the man was only doing his best to help Elikar. "Besides the shoulder I've got a nose bleed and the shrapnel in my legs but I don't sense anything life threatening . Some stims and I should be good to go. I am sure there are folks here far more injured than I am ." Elikar said getting to his knees and preparing to stand up.

His danger sense flared and Elikar hit the deck grabbing the doctor and pulling him down with him. The air above them superheated as high powered blaster fire cut through the space above them. Two medics who had just arrived were immediately cut down, one falling next to the other man, apparently still alive. "You yellow bellied Hutt's bastards. There're wounded in here," Elikar yelled at no one in particular but his words were meant for the snipers. His years spent on a long hall freighter had given him a wide breath of choice words every occasion.

The other man drug the injured medic into the hallway and Elikar quickly followed, keeping low. His adreniline was keeping him going for now but he was going to need those stims if he was to do anymore go.

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[Xaltienne]

(Coruscant)

Xaltienne was not happy that his first patient, Big Nose, aimed a blaster at him. At least he didn't fire, especially considering the possible pain he was experiencing, with a hair-trigger. Some idiots were just that stubborn, failing to realize they had more to live for than for another battle. Take Xaltienne for example: he had a wonderful woman he was keeping alive for. Insurance, sure; not a great deal it'll do you if you die from internal bleeding; not like you can shoot out your appendix.

Snapping Scruffy's arm back into place was more enjoyable; strange how he pinned the wrong person as the more amenable patient (not like he cared about customer satisfaction; nurses could deal with that). Granted, he was biased by his entertainment of the cornucopeia of expletives. He didn't recognize all of them, and vowed to later ask about them.

Both soldiers? declared themselves fit for combat. For his rudeness, Xaltienne didn't inject any additional painkillers or adrenaline into Big Nose; jerk needed to be knocked down a moon or two. For Scruffy, he complied with his inject musing and offered a stim to help with pain and mobility; it would help lessen some swelling temporarily, helping limit the hindrance to mobility though not perfectly. Nevertheless, most of his ire went toward the recently arrived medics (useless slowpokes), who just assumed he would stay. Crash that, he was a civilian now. He wasn't gonna die for the people who dishonorably discharged him, throwing him to the curb. "Who the hell do-"

Xaltienne was cut off by a tackle from Scruffy. When his head turned to begin to face Scruffy, it first acknowledged a sight he missed in his anger: the medics were down. One individual next to Lorcan was now a foot shorter, and not in an inches-way either; at least, the medic would be after surgery, Xaltienne not liking the chances of the leg being recoverable. "Lizard-monkey balls, the hell is going on?!" The former combat medic was so confused; sure, he indirectly learned there was combat going on through Big Nose's spat against the medics, but that wasn't much for details (not to mention blaringly obvious).

Big Nose was dragging the surviving medic -Stumpy- as Xaltienne pushed Scruffy off and stood up, practically scuffing over to the stairwell after. He wished he had a blaster, but hadn't been allowed his. He saw the nearby corpse had a blaster holstered and dived forward, unfastening the strap as fast as possible, hoping he didn't get shot as he tried to snag a weapon for this hellhole. If he managed to escape the corpse without being shot at, he'd head over to Big Nose and help treat Stumpy, to free Big Nose to fight more readily.

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