Ask Ord Radama Rumble

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(Death Disabled - just thought this might be a fun battle. Feel free to autokill any NPC Devlikks or NPC slavers you'd like depending on which side your character is on.)

There was not much on the planet of Ord Radama, apart from the local Devlikk population. The Devlikk were a short-lived, diminutive species. They were also quite peaceful, making them ideal targets for slavers. The Jedi Padawan, Drow Venn, had heard tell of such tales at a local cantina; tales that a remote Devlikk village, high into the mountains, was often raided by slavers. The short lifespan of the Devlikks made them great targets as the slavers could return year after year and still have a new crop of people to kidnap and sell.

Drow didn't like it one bit and he had intended to do something about it. He and his droid R2-500 had journeyed to this remote village and met with the people. The locals were happy for the help, though justifiably suspicious of outsiders. They had told him that the slavers came in hordes, often hiring mercenaries to protect them when they made their runs. One Devlikk even swore that he'd seen one of the slavers' mercenaries wielding a lightsaber but he was nearly blind so Drow took his words with a grain of salt.

Drow had already been there two weeks, getting familiar with the local terrain and the people. He had encouraged the local Devlikks to take up arms and some of them had, taking out old slugthrowers or the occasional vibrosword. But they wouldn't be enough; Drow knew that. That was why he'd sent out a distress beacon to his fellow Jedi and anyone else who might be listening to come to his aid and help defend the local Devlikks from these slavers. While Drow didn't relish the idea of taking lives, he grimly contended that it might be a grim possibility.

The sky suddenly grew darker as three shuttles began descending upon the village. The slavers had arrived. Mothers shepherded their children into the safety of the underground bunker while those choosing to fight took up positions in their huts.

"Here they come! Get ready!" Drow bellowed out to his fighting companions.
 

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Maintaining peace in the Outer rim was a difficult job, considering it had been one of the largest sectors of the galaxy and even with more assistance granted in terms of Rangers available, Uvren often times felt over-utilized. New data from central headquarters discussed a possible ongoing slaver operation on the planet of Ord Radama, and the ambitious Ranger was deployed to investigate as well as bring those he found violating the laws of humanity to justice.

Uvren whistled through the terrain on his speeder bike, navigating around brushes and flora towards a location of an isolated village. There he was to meet his contact person in order to facilitate the next step in dealing with these slavers; unfortunately, the clouding of skies and accompanied vessels indicated that he was too late. Right hand revved against the handle-mounted throttle, an exhaust billowing from rear of the vehicle as he sped to the location of the Jedi as well as the advancing slavers. Left hand cupped around a fragmentation grenade as he hurled it in the midst of their enemies before leaping off into the side behind some cover. Hand slipped towards his back to remove the blaster rifle he carried, eyes peering through the scope as he begun to take aim. He hadn't noticed the Jedi presence at this time, perhaps he would in case Drow ignited their infamous plasma weapons.

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Samira hoped that they could defeat the slavers without killing them; though she wouldn't blame anyone if that were to happen, she was reluctant to allow even this to lead to loss of life. After all, slavers, as they were, often lacked the skill required to remain a threat after being injured, and with her precision with a lightsaber, the young Knight was confident that she could disable their limbs without causing much damage. But, after all, they were slavers; if they attempted to murder one of the innocent Devlikks, she wouldn't hesitate to defend them with lethal force. It was the way of the Jedi; but it was also their way to mitigate violence at every opportunity.

"Seen much combat yet? This shouldn't be too hard; lets try not to make this a bloodbath."

The Jedi looked to the descending shuttles, and steeled herself. She felt the calm of the force envelop her, and with it, she ignited her lightsaber and stretched out her hand, preparing to destabilize one of the emerging groups and swiftly incapacitate them. This would minimize potential casualties; prolonged fights are often where larger death tolls come up. She specialized in single combat, but even then, combat against multiple weak enemies was no harder than a fight against a single competent opponent, especially when those enemies only had blasters.

"May our battle be swift, and the force protect us."

Finishing her swift Makashi salute, the Jedi bolted towards the incoming shuttles, ready to defend this planet and its peoples. She practically melded into the shadow, ready to greet the invaders with a flash of blue.
 

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A few days ago, Ember received a distress call from Drow Venn, a Jedi Padawan seeking help defend a small village against slavers. Given her own history, Ember was eager to head there and help out if she could. On her journey to the planet, she was worried that she wouldn't make it. Thankfully she did and was fully ready when the shuttles descended on the village. Shelters had been made, and baricades constructed. Ember did her best to ensure that each of the locals knew where the shelters were located, and to run towards the ones away from the slavers.

"Everyone, get to safety!" Ember yelled, directing the non-combatant locals to shelters opposite the direction of the shuttles. She knew people would die today, but Ember was going to do her best to keep the number as low as possible. In front of her, a small child fell and began crying. With no time to run and help, Ember reached out in the force, feeling the small frame, and gently lifted him up and back onto his feet. Ember pointed to an adult running by, shouting "You there! Take that child with you! Hurry!" Ember hoped she could get all the locals away in time.

Behind her, the sounds of combat were already starting. A grenade went off, the shockwave hitting her. She was out of time to coral the locals. She started running to a spot between the shelters and the slavers. Ember was position where she felt most comfortable, behind her allies. The role she took was one of defense, as she felt it was better to leave the fighting to the others. Pulling her lightsaber to hand, two yellow beams of light erupted from the handle. The yellow light splashed across Ember's face, showing her determination.

"Focus on the ones in front of you, I'll take any stragglers!" Ember yelled to her allies. Ember took a Form III Soresu stance, ready to block any stray blaster bolts and stop any who got past the main line.
 

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Hirani'korssa was far more adjusted to combat situations than her young age might have suggested. Admittely, "combat situations" mostly entailed taking cover and healing injured allies through the Force, but it was a valuable role regardless. One never knows when a comrade will need to be healed in the midst of combat, and the impact they may have on the tides of the battle. In this fight, though, it seemed likely she would have to get her hands dirty. The Twi'lek Jedi prepared to employ her training in Niman to disable her opponents using her staff, with rapid, targeted strokes, before they get a blaster shot off. But ultimately, with the Force as her ally, Hirani would not hesitate to place herself in the line of fire for the lives of the unprotected.

She had landed about a klik outside the village, one standard rotation after recieving Drow's distress signal, hastily acquainting herself with the Ishi Tib padawan who had sent it. Hirani would also introduce herself to the Jedi Knights who had come to join the cause—Samira Veleneth and Ember Blaze—when they each arrived. In between their battle planning, she'd spent as much time as possible preparing the village for the incoming incursion. While the other Jedi helped prepare in their own ways, Hirani focused her attention on healing the sick and wounded, so that they would be able to fight, flee, or take shelter when the time came.

The time seemed to pass all too quickly. Especially when enraptured in the Force, time was something the young Jedi was unaccustomed to taking much measure of, so she was startled when she realized just how soon their enemies were expected to arrive. Lifting her head, she hurried, from tending to a sickly Devlikk in one of the shelters, to reaching her designated position for the defense of the village. While the Devlikk warriors were forming a wall of defense, Hirani was prepared to slip in and out of the shadows, hoping to flank her enemies as they pushed towards the village. If at any time one of her Jedi allies were hit, though, she knew healing them would be her absolute highest priority. Without them, the Devlikks didn't really stand a chance.

Once Hirani reached her position, she closed her eyes, and shut off all distractions. Not the thundering of incoming shuttles, nor the shouting of Ember at Devlikks who were unprepared for what was about to happen... None of it would distract her from sensing as much as she could about her enemies in preparation for their offense.

"Here they come! Get ready!"

She watched on as Samira performed a textbook Makashi salute, before flooding into the shadow herself.

In the Force, Hirani reached out to her new Jedi allies—her new friends—and whispered her final words before engaging in the conflict.

May the Force be with us all. . . .
 
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(OOC: Locking the thread so it doesn't get too crowded)

The Devlikk huts formed a half-circle shape around a shallow lake, with the three shuttles meaning to land in the lake together. Or at least they would have, had Uvren Sol's well-thrown grenade not knocked one of the shuttles off course - clipping its wing and sending it dipping down into a thicket of trees off to the side of the village. Though Drow could still sense signs of life coming from the downed shuttle, for now, it was out of the fight. He gave an appreciative nod towards the Sector Ranger. Drow remembered a time when he had been the one fighting against Sector Rangers but that time was long past. Now, he was grateful for the man's help.

The two remaining shuttles landed in shallow lake. The two doors opened and a dozen slavers and mercenaries came pouring out of each shuttle. Humans, Rodians, Gammorreans, Feoorin, Nautolans; the genetic diversity of the slavers and their goons was diverse, as was their armaments. Those few Devlikks that had chosen to stay and fight began firing from the tenuous safety of their huts, downing a handful of charging slavers. The water came up to the slavers' knees and though it did slow them down, they only had maybe thirty meters before they'd reach the village and they were closing that gap fast.

Drow began walking forward to the thin shore, deflecting the odd blaster bolt that came his way harmlessly into the water. Soon the first of the slavers came within striking distance; a Rodian wielding an electrostaff and a Nemioidian wielding two pistols. Wanting to avoid bloodshed as much as possible, Drow sliced off the Neimoidian's arm and then followed up with a swift headbutt from his beaked head, leaving the Neimoidian with a solid gash in his forehead and being knocked out cold. The Rodian was more difficult to deal with. Drow used his Makashi footwork to try and offbalance the thug but the Rodian stood firm. The Ishi Tib had to surrender himself completely to the Force to find the perfect striking zone and he was able to strike the Rodian across the chest.

However, he couldn't rest on his laurels because five more thugs were soon upon him, forcing Drow to begin backpedaling towards the safety of the village, hoping his allies would be able to pick off the approaching thugs.

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Uvren reciprocated the gracious nod back towards the Jedi, before he noticed several others of the Order coming to assist them at this moment. It was a surreal sight, to see so many peacekeepers and guardians gathered together, the presence of the others fueled his own protective instincts as he lashed out with his swift form of justice upon the slavers. Standing out of cover, he began to fire his blaster rifle, aiming for the chest pieces of several Rodians who were unlucky to come into the path of blaster bolts. Strafing towards his left, he caught notice of a blonde haired one through the corner of his eye, sliding to a halt behind some rocky stubble near Ember Blaze @ActualRaptors

He turned momentarily to glance at her, eyeing the glowing yellow saber before smiling in appreciation.
"Nice to see you here, a real Jedi." The young ranger was a bit enamored, always wanting to fight alongside the legendary peacekeepers as he shifted quickly back to the task at hand. "Go ahead, I'll cover your six.." He said to her, glancing through the scope of the blaster rifle as he continued to place heavy suppression fire on the slavers up ahead, facilitating his new allies' advancements.

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The battle was already intense, and getting worse. Ember deflected a few stray bolts, sending one into the leg of a nearby slaver. Nearby, a young ranger was taking cover.

He offered to cover her, and she knew she had to decline. "Thanks for the offer, but focus on the villagers, they need it more than you or I." Ember said to the ranger. She appreciated his concern for her, but now wasn't the time for that. Ember would give her life to save anyone here, though she hoped that wouldn't happen.

A group of slavers took aim at Ember, firing a volley of red bolts at her. She pivoted, bringing her lightsaber into the path of the fire. Ember danced around the fire, deflecting bolt after bolt. She not only had to ensure that she wasn't going to get hit, but that each deflected bolt would land harmlessly away from her allies and villagers. Finishing a spin, lightsaber still positioned behind her, there were three more bolts to deal with, and only one she couldn't dodge. She jumped up, positioning her body to slide between two bolts while bringing her lightsaber up to block the third.

Then she realized she couldn't block it. The only way to deflect the bolt would send it right at the ranger's back. 'This is going to hurt. Maybe I should have taken that assistance.' she thought, as she turned her body as best she could before the bolt hit her.

The force of the bolt sent Ember ten feet back from where she jumped, crashing into a nearby hut. A cry of pain escaped her lips as she impacted with the wooden structure. Dust swirled around the hole Ember just made, obscuring any view of her.

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One, two, three, stab. One, two, three, cut. Samira practically danced between the slavers, who were much less dangerous at closer range, incapacitating them by targeting their arm and leg muscles, making sure they couldn't join the fight. But then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a blaster bolt hit someone on their side.

Samira ran over to the injured Jedi, worry on her face. She could poke holes in the shoulders of slavers, but this was more important. Blocking blaster bolts as she ran, Samira levitated many of the boards of the now-destroyed hut, pushing them into the ground as makeshift cover.

On finding her injured peer, she immediately places her hand over the wound, focusing her strength on healing it. The others could continue without her; to prevent injury or fatality is why she was here, after all. Sweat gathered on her brow as she willed the force to heal this person, under all the dust and debris of the now-collapsed hut.

"Took a pretty bad hit there, eh?"

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The slavers were being pushed back; that much was certain. Of the two dozen that had poured out of the two shuttles in the lake like cockroaches, only around half of them remained. Shots from Uvren and the Devlikks helped thin out the herd while Drow and Samira kept the rest from advancing upon the huts. However, though Drow and Samira had done a good job at holding them at bay, they couldn't do it forever. Samira ran over to Ember to help heal the injured Jedi while Drow was quickly becoming overwhelmed by the five slavers on top of him. Sending a small Force Push into the water to distract his five opponents, Drow retreated to the safety of the village huts.

The dozen slavers, now unharassed by the two Jedi had made it to the huts. Worse still, the shuttle that Uvren had crashed into the thicket of trees wasn't quite out of the fight yet. Eight angry looking slavers - the only survivors of the crash - came out of the shuttle, charging towards the village, looking for blood. The twelve slavers from the lake were attacking from the south and the ones from the downed shuttle were attacking from the west. If they didn't act quickly, they'd quickly be overrrun. Drow closed his eyes, weighing his options.

"Uvren - to the west!" Drow shouted to the Sector Ranger, figuring the man would be able to deal with that approaching problem with his blaster better than Drow could. The Ishi Tib Jedi resolved to take cover behind a hut and take out his own long-range weapon; an S-40 Stun Pistol. Ducking out of cover, Drow popped off five quick shots and two Nautolans slumped to the floor, knocked out cold.

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The confrontation was about to explode into action... Quite literally. Mere seconds after she was in position, the slavers had begun charging out of their shuttles and into the wet fields of battle.

BOOM!

Bodies fell like bowling pins, a well-timed fragmentation grenade instantly killing a few members of the initial enemy offense, and incapacitating several more. She hadn't seen where it came from. But a young Sector Ranger came barreling through the smoke, and Hirani smiled. One more ally than expected. They needed every single one they could get. Immediately after the explosion, their enemies opened fire, bright crimson bolts gunning down more than a few Devlikk warriors with their first volley.

Once again, she shut her eyes, and let herself become a conduit to the Force: one with her surroundings. While the Force usually felt like ripples in a lake to her, the terrified warriors on both sides of the combat had churned it into something more akin to a whirlpool with their rage. In her minds eye, she watched Drow Venn as he dismembered one slaver in the heart of the conflict, holding his ground well for a Padawan, before being outnumbered, and forced to retreat. Towards the front line of the battle, Samira, [ @Samira Veleneth ] who had led the initial charge of the Jedi, flitted through the shadows, her saber sweeping through the dimly fog that hung over the water with the distinctive style of a Form II practitioner.

Then, pain. A cry, tearing out through the Force.

"Ember?" Hirani whispered, panic striking at her heart.

Emotion, yet Peace. The voice of Master Goordayr echoed in her mind. Hirani reached inside, mustering as much calm as she possibly could, before reaching out once in the Force once again. Come on...

Alive! Ember [ @Ember Blaze ] was still alive, thank the Force, and Samira had gone to heal her. Hirani's joy was short lived, though, as she swore to herself in Twi'leki, having realized that the only two Jedi knights they had were now completely out of combat. Not only that, but Drow had retreated inside, and the slavers were coming in fast from both the south and the west. She surveyed the battlegrounds once more in the Force, and affirmed her worst fears. The two knights were about to be cornered by the southern group of slavers, who were rapidly closing in on their position.

"Kunta!" She swore again. Hirani knew what she had to do, but didn't know if she had the strength to do it. Regardless, it had to be done.

This is gonna hurt.

Creeping out of her hiding place, near where the shuttles had landed, she silently approached the slavers from behind. As they pushed forward through the lake, she slipped beneath the water, holding her breath until they were past — until they could be caught off guard. She waited, until none were looking her direction, and then made her move. Vibroblade out, she set down her staff, and approached at them from behind. One of them saw her. Then another. Soon enough, nearly the whole group had stopped firing, and turned around to face the Jedi padawan. Those that didn't turn kept their blasters trained on the Jedi knights. She prayed to the Force the absurdity of the situation would keep them from killing her, just for a few seconds longer. A seventeen year-old Twi'lek, facing them with merely a vibroblade? Perhaps they had other plans for her, she quickly realized — so she dropped the vibroblade, raising her hands as if in an act of surrender. They could certainly make far more credits from selling off a young, athletic Twi'lek female than a battered a handful of Devlikks — some of the most valuable of which they'd already slaughtered. It didn't matter. Whatever made them hold their fire, it gave her just the amount of time she needed.

Hirani pulled Samira's lightsaber from her hands with the Force, sending the luminescent blade whirling through the group of slavers, and into her grip.

To her count, six of the south legion of slavers were killed, and another two dismembered. The luckier ones that came away unharmed from the assault immediately opened fire. Surprisingly, she deflected a few bolts; until one grazed her shoulder, and another tore through the side of her waist. She came crumbling to the ground.

The lightsaber dropped from her hand, and Hirani closed her eyes, writhing in agony. She would surely meet her death with a flurry of blaster bolts in but a moment, if her comrades did nothing to save her. At least her death would mean something.
 
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Where am I? What’s going on?’ Ember’s thought were fuzzy, her head hurt but her shoulder hurt even more. Muffled sounds of combat drifted in from the hole she had just made.

It hurt to sit up, but she knew she must. ‘Take deep breaths, focus.’ She was still struggling to think. Reaching out with the Force, Ember inspected her body. She found the wound, her right shoulder was hit. The last second rotation saved her life, her shoulder taking the hit for her chest.

Through the smoke, Samira’s burst into the small clearing. “Good, I could use some help.” She said, weakly. Being slammed into the hut knocked her breath out, and she was still trying to catch it. As quickly as she arrived, Samira began to heal the wound.

Ember quickly regained her strength, standing up and stretching her arm. “It was just a scratch.” Ember lied. They both knew she could have lost her arm if not for the quick healing. Quietly Ember said “Thank you Samira.

Before Ember could react, Samira’s lightsaber was flying though the hole. The sound of its activation soon followed. Giving one last look at Samira, Ember started running, pulling her fallen lightsaber to her hand. As soon as she cleared the hoke, Ember saw what she must do.

In front of her, Hiranikorssa was kneeling on the ground, injured. Off to the side, Drow was engaging a group of slavers. The scout had his own problems. ‘I’m not at 100% yet, if this doesn’t work, we could all be dead, or worse.’ Ember stiffled the chill that was threatening to wash over her. She knew what had to be done.

Barely out side the hut, and still running, Ember raised her arm at the group engaging Drow. She felt for the life force of the plants in the area. There were four plants that could suit her purposes. She poured the Force into the them, urging them to grow. She directed the growth at four slavers, ensuring them, but the restraints wouldn’t hold long.

Emebr focused the rest of her attention on saving Hiranikorssa. Ember yelled “Samira! I need your help!” Without looking back to see if she was coming, Ember vaulted over the padawan. Tired from using plant surge, Ember stood between her allies and the incoming laser fire, taking her stance to block all the bolts she was able to.
 

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Healing was tiring, but Samira had been conserving energy since the battle started; after all, it was one of the main benefits of her reserved fighting style. She could see, no, feel the danger as her lightsaber flew from her grip, and in that moment, she allowed it; knowing that it was the will of the force, that this was not some enemy attempting to disarm her but an ally in desperation. Seeing her still unhealed ally run up and attempt to save another, she closed her eyes and focused, allowing her mind, her will, to stretch out over the battlefield and across the twin conflicts. Eber had ran to one; it was on Samira to deal with the other.

It was a Padawan; a Twi'lek that she didn't recognize, but inexperienced, youthful, naive. Excited to run into combat when she should be careful; it would have made her smile were she not in danger, were those surrounding her not so cruel and filled with malicious intent. It disgusted her in a way few things did; slavers, and their abhorent treatment of certain species in particular. She knew as well as anyone that the position of the Twi'leks in the outer rim was little better than a hundred years ago. She had done an admirable job, handling a good half-dozen, but had been clearly shot in the arm.

It was not in her nature to use the force for violence. The force was for healing, meditation,and subtle influences that avoided combat. But now, when another Jedi, a Padawan at that, was under threat, Samira knew what to do. She could feel the force near the younger Jedi like a blanket, shielding her, only needing to be willed into action; and thus she did, hands outstretched, eyes closed, and face calm, Samira pushed the encircling slavers into the air and off their feet, holding them there before grimacing, sweat dripping from her brow, and throwing them into the ground; not hard enough to kill them, but enough to hopefully knock at least most of them unconscious. Nodding at the other Knight, she resolved to let her ensure that they were not to reenter the fight, while she handled the injured Padawan.

She ran over, running her hands in the air above the younger girl, feeling for the injury; in the arm, twice? How remarkable. Perhaps these slavers were aiming for something, or perhaps the training they had underwent emphasized a similar technique. Or, perhaps it was without meaning. With little deliberation on her part, Samira allowed the force to flow from her hands into another once more, though by now she was well and truly tired.

Samira hated fighting.
 

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Drow hated taking lives but he was also not one to throw an opportunity away when it presented itself. With Hirani's surprise assault, the southern group of slavers attacking from the lake were extremely thinned out. Those that the Jedi hadn't managed to take out, the Devlikks were nailing with potshots taken from their huts. Thus, there were really only four left and those four had become quickly ensnared by Ember's Force manipulations of plants. Drow sprang into action quickly, regretting what had to happen next. He swung once, twice, thrice, and once more, swiftly beheading all those ensnared by Ember. He ordinarily would have just wounded or sliced off limbs but the other group of slavers was quickly approaching and he had to immediately move on the defensive, blocking blaster bolts and getting into cover.

With the southern group of slavers now taken care of, the only ones left were the eight slavers approaching from the west. Make that seven, as one lucky Devlikk managed to take off one of their heads with a well-placed shot from a hut. Drow was deflecting their bolts, not quite close enough to engage yet.

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Hirani was swimming on the edges of consciousness. The Force burned through her head, numbing the agony into a distant aching below her ribs. Her arm throbbed with molten pin pricks, but she was too broken to know why. Everything just hurt. Everything burned, like nothing else she'd ever felt. Time melted, the past muddying with the present. Somewhere, as if on a distant horizon, she caught snatches of words from her fellow Jedi.

—all be dead or—

—mira! Need your—

—can do this!—


Dead? Someone said dead. Dead. Dead. Was that what she was now? Was this what it felt like to die? It couldn't be. There was too much she hadn't done. There would always be too much she hadn't done. No. No. It couldn't be over so soon... But she was still thinking. Thinking. So there had to be a chance. She waded in the Force, then, sensing her own limp body, as her friends came to her aid. Perhaps they would be too late, but the Twi'lek couldn't determine how much of a chance she had. Samira tried to patch her together while Ember dared cover her, teeing up four slavers for Drow to decapitate. On the other side of the battlefield, she felt eight—no, seven—more slavers coming their direction. The Jedi were outnumbered, and perhaps outgunned too. Yet, Samira stayed by her side, to tend to her wounds.

Perhaps it was merely another something that just didn't make sense, like the fire in her arm, and the tear in the side of her waist.

They should have left her.

Why didn't they?

...

Hirani drifted into a deep sleep.

It wouldn't last.


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Behind her, Hirani was down likely unconscious. Samira was by her side, doing the best she could to assist her. Off to Ember's side, Drow made the best use of what she had done and taken down the four slavers. In front of her, seven slavers were left and advancing on the Jedi's position.

Ember blocked bolt after bolt, sending as many as she could back the way they came. Despite the oncoming fire, Ember started taking one step at a time, closing the distance between her and the remaining slavers. The smaller that gap, the harder it was for Ember to deflect the shots. One bolt made it past her defenses, grazing her upper shoulder. It wasn't a direct hit, but it burned.

Despite their best attempts at stopping her, Ember had closed the distance and was within striking range of several slavers. Ember lept forward at her foes, plunging one of her lightsaber blades into the calf of the closest slaver. As she fell, Ember punched her in the face, hoping she would stay down for the count.

Crouching over the fallen slaver, Ember said "Which one of you two is next?" Without waiting for a response, Ember threw her lightsaber at one of the men, slicing through his leg. She reached out her hands at the other man, feeling for his presence in the Force. Finding him, Ember pushed him as hard as she could, sending him flying into one of the huts.

Turning to face the remaining four, Ember pulled her lightsaber back towards her. The four fired at her, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to stop them in time.
 

Drow Venn

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It didn't take long for the rest of the slavers to fall. Whether through the Sector Rangers' shots, the Devlikks rallying force, or the remaining Jedi, the slavers had all either been killed or subdued. The Jedi and Devlikks had both spilt precious blood today but it was all worth it - those slavers would never bother Ord Radama again or see it as a weak target.

However, despite the victory, Drow Venn couldn't help but feel some sort of trepidation about this whole thing. While they wouldn't be back here, Drow was worried that by defeating the slavers here, the remaining thugs would just find another planet less under the protection of the Jedi and exploit them. It didn't sit right with the Ishi Tib.

Perhaps another mission to eradicate the slavers once and for all was needed...
 
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