Take Charge of Your Life

[Greybok]

The capital was already in flames when Greybok arrived. News traveled fast that the Wookiees were revolting against their slaver overlords, and it didn't take long for the Wookiees living in the capital to join the fray. Other Wookiees, chieftains and their villages, that Raz Solus and her people had befriended—along with Wookiees who had come upon being summoned following the rebels' victories across the planet—were now gathered behind Greybok and the Mand'alor, prepared to join their furry brethren in retaking their royal city.

This was Greybok's first mission with Raz. He had heard stories about her up until now, and had met with her once and found those stories to be generally true. But now he wanted to see what she was capable of doing for himself, and there was no better place for such a demonstration than the Wookiee capital city: the final bastion of slavery on Kashyyyk. Their goal was simple. They would breach the large wooden gates along the edge of the city and fight their way up towards the palace. Greybok intended to challenge the Trandoshan warlord, once they got there, for the freedom of his homeworld and all of his people.

When their forces were assembled, Greybok turned to Raz. She was a fierce woman; she had to be to become Manda'lor. But he was a fierce Wookiee. Which is why he said to her, «The city is our fruit for the picking. I hope you live up to all of the stories I've heard about you, Manda'lor.» His comment was half in jest, half serious. He took out his grenade launcher. His ryyk blade was sheathed at his hip and his bowcaster was slung over his back. He was thoroughly prepared for this. «Let's fry some lizards, and give our people songs to sing, shall we?»

When she was ready, the attack would begin.

OOC - Here is the dice thread. @Sreeya

 

[Raz Solus]

Dice​

Raz was back on her basilisk. She harbored xenophobia, but it was largely gone when she thought of the Wookiees. Solus and the Wookiees had been working together for some time now. She and her people had wiped out a trandoshan camp and had claimed it as their own. In addition to that, she and Reyna had fought off a score of Sith trying to attack another chieftain. That chief had sworn a life debt, and Raz planned to remember that. Despite her initial reservations, she began to realize that she and her people shared a lot with their culture.

It felt good to be here. She always belonged on the battlefield, and she couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. Raz wasn’t entirely convinced of the alliance, but she could always respect anyone that wasn’t afraid to go up against their adversaries directly. Where was their commander? Would he come into battle with them? Or was he the type to hang back leagues away from a comfortable and safe place?

As Greybok spoke, she turned her head to gaze at him, grinning beneath her helmet, “You are already kinder than the stories I’ve heard about you, so I may yet end up disappointing,” She gazed ahead, preparing to begin the advance, “I don’t think I want to hear any Wookiee singing,” The amusement was clear in her voice, and he would be able to pick up on it. Raz drew out her beskad, favoring it more ever since her fight against Wyatt.

She thrust the blade into the air, “Oya!” She cried at the top of her lungs, beginning the charge towards the large gates. Raz could already see their enemies lining the tops of the walls, their weapons trained down on the charging military. Almost at once, blasterfire began to rain towards them, and she had to maneuver the basilisk as best as she could. She could fly overhead, but not with how well armed the men on the walls were.

Raz aimed the cannons on the basilisk at the gates, firing a volley. However, that was the same time that one of the vehicles carrying some of her soldiers was shot. The vehicle spiraled out of control and to the side, and it came directly in the path of her fire. Raz watched, mortified, as the vehicle was blown to smithereens. It was a terrible accident, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The gates remained untouched, and she didn’t have another clear shot right off the bat.

“God damn it,” She growled, her basilisk taking a few hits from bolts. Raz shifted towards the right, now beginning to aim towards the men on the walls.

@Malon

 

[Greybok]

Greybok aimed his grenade launcher for the watchers on the wall and fired one grenade at them. The launcher barely had the range to make it, but the explosion was no less magnificent. Trandoshans went flying and the wall itself splintered, raining wooden splinters and shrapnel down on the pairing and their troops. The blast also knocked loose one of the logs that made up the wall and, without proper support, the great beam fell, killing a handful of Wookiees that had accompanied Grey on his assault. His grief was immediate and stinging, and he howled in anger.

But the real trouble was just beginning. Glancing up beyond the wall, he spotted something that made his hair pale (if that was possible). Transports were arriving at the capital. Transports bearing Imperial insignias. What was the bloody Empire doing here? Had they come to protect the slave trade? Either way, Greybok knew what this meant: their goals had just changed radically, and a take-over mission had just turned into a frantic evacuation. Mandalorians and Wookiees alike would have to flee.

«Sith's blood,» Greybok spat. «It's the bloody Empire!» He turned to Raz. «I can't leave my people in there to die and or be re-enslaved! I have to fight and give them a chance to flee!» He glanced at the armed warriors the had come along with Raz. «And you have to do what is best for your people.»

Shots fired over the wall and landed at his feet. Roaring, Greybok primed another grenade and prepared to blow open a hole in the gates with which to breech. He didn't know if the woman would follow him. She had no loyalty to him—he wasn't one of her's; but, alone or together, he knew he needed to fight for his people's freedom. They had been enslaved for too long, and he wasn't about to let the karking Sith ruin their first real chance at emancipation not matter what it cost him personally. @Sreeya

 

[Raz Solus]

Raz knew what those transports meant. She barely heard Greybok say anything, barely paid attention to anyone or anything else. She knew those symbols, and she knew what this meant. Anger roiled and churned within her, and her blood pumped hot. This was what she lived to destroy, this was what she constantly chased down, and now it was here. It was here on a planet she wanted to make a home in and stake a claim to. The Sith were trying to infringe once again, and she could see them rapidly descending towards the ground.

She turned to look at Greybok, “We will go nowhere,” She said to him with a deathly calm. The Mandalorians weren’t the type to ever flee in battle, and they would remain to put up a fight while the Wookiees rushed out of the area. The rebels that had been set up here would also need to hurry away, “Your people and anyone else that wishes to evacuate can use our transports. We will find other means offworld or die in battle,” She said calmly, as if the thought of death didn’t bother her in the least. In many ways, it didn’t, and she had been raised for battle.

Without another word, she charged forth on her droid, letting it lift off into into the air. The wingplates extended out as the beast cut through the air. She leveled the weapons on the transports ahead, firing a volley of blasterfire directly at one of them. The shots landed on the engines, causing a small explosion and sending the transport spiraling through the air and crashing down to the ground on the other side of the wall.

Raz cleared the top of the wall on the droid, tilting it so she could take aim once more. She focused this time on the interior side of the gates, peppering it with bolts. The entire structure groaned in protest before it crumbled. This gave way for the fighting Wookiees to charge. The same held true for the Mandalorians that were on the ground. From her perspective she saw something magnificent - a field of Wookiees and Mandalorians alike charging into battle and into a fortress behind which the Sith transports were beginning to land.

Many of the Mandalorians activated their jetpacks and zoomed high into the air without fear of Trandoshans on the wall. They leveled and fired off their rifles and rockets, explosions erupting on her side of the wall as Trandoshans began to blow up into bits. Raz did a sweep through the air on the droid, cutting back around as she saw a steady stream of Imperial soldiers pouring out of one of the landed transports.

“No Sith spotted yet,” She commed Greybok, aiming and firing off another volley from her droid high above as she strafed across a frontline of Imperials. Raz banked hard to the left as a rocket was fired her direction from below. She knew it was risky to stay in the air too much longer, but she intended to pick off as many soldiers as she could.

@Malon

 

[Greybok]

Greybok's respect for this Manda'lor increased tenfold in that moment. She had neither an obligation to the Wookiees nor the Galactic Alliance, but she was staying all the same. The Wookiee warrior did nothing to contradict her. Instead, he gave her an appreciative nod and immediately reached and pulled out his comlink. «This is General Greybok of the Galactic Alliance,» he barked on all Alliance and Mandalorian comm frequencies. «I don't know how and I don't know when — but the Empire here! Start the evacuations! Get as many people and Wookiees off of this planet and to safety as you possibly can!»

He turned back towards the Mandalorians and Wookiees that had followed him to the city's gates. Somehow, the Sith appearing had done nothing to rob him of his resolve or his furry. Oddly enough, it just excited him. He waved to the men and, in Shyriiwook, roared, «Come with me and take this city!»

Then, the Wookiee general charged through the splintered wall with little regard for his own safety. He located a single transport landing nearby, which had begun to deposit a large number of troops, and fired one of his grenades into his open landing bay. The resulting explosion demolished the ship, killed the men standing immediately next to it, and scattered those that were in range of the shockwave. But there were two more landing on the far side of the city, nearest the waters, and those transports were considerably more fancy-looking.

He commed over to Raz. «I took out one of their transports, but two more just showed up, and I have a feeling I know who or what is onboard.» The Wookiee didn't have the Force, but he knew a Sith transport when he saw one, and that one was definitely carrying Sith. He had one more grenade to go and then it was back to his bowcaster. If he could get in range, he would make it count. @Sreeya