Taalong Vorr
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KESSEL
-Voltros Downs
- 4th Week of Battle of Kessel
- DUSK
Artillery fire continued to rage into the canyon, as a shattering explosion broke the dusk drumming of a blue energy shield as its generator exploded into a thousand pieces, taking with it seven troopers, and wounding at least five more. A cry for a medic rang out, but it went unanswered as their medical supplies, and supply of medics were equally depleted. The troopers screamed in vain as the thunderous artillery continued to rattle the area, obliterating shanties and collapsing tiny bunkers.
A troop carrier cascaded down from the sky, and Mandalore warriors repelled from it, striking the ground with their their durasteel boots and opening fire into the battered Sith defenses. A Sith warrior met them in battle at the front, but was miserably overwhelmed while a handful of troopers stood at his side. A speeder flew over head, hailing blaster bolts down onto them, which threw the defenders every which way, and left the Sith Warrior a splattered mass upon the sand.
And then a stroke of luck. A pair of Imperial fighters roared overhead, destroying the troop transport, and landing the flaming hulk of metal down upon the Mandalorians which had departed from it. The cheers of the Imperials were not heard long, as more Mandalorians came, reinforcing their fallen, and continuing their assault.
What had once been a great crusade to seize the world of Kessel had turned into a bitter fight for survival. Taalong Vorr was all that remained of his initial contingent, his troopers dead all over the spice world. The Imperial effort was lost, but their troopers remained as mighty cannons had forced their fleet away and reinforcing Mandalorian ships held the defense.
Vorr could still remember the words calling over the comms on all stations.
"Imperial Space Forces, fall back back to sector 3-Alpha."
But when the requests from the troopers on the ground were raised up as to their evacuation plan... no answer came. No further instruction. No final order. Nothing
Silence had fallen on the return line. Only empty cries for help as the disorganized remnants of the failed invasion clung to life as they could.
Vorr had moved with a force to Voltros Downs, a slave and smuggler town where they had received some assistance from outlaws that looked to improve their condition by separating from Mandalore. They had not realized the battle was already lost as they threw in their lot, and had therefore thrown their lives away for nothing.
Taalong Vorr ran, his chest still injured from his duel a month earlier with a Mandalore Warrior. His lightsaber was not extended, but he gave no direction. Mandalorians bombarded the area, and came from all sides of the large shanty like town.
It was a massacre... and as he watched more Sith gunned down, he realized that this too may be the place of his death.
And what was it for?
He was abandoned by the great tribe. Left to die. A Sith Crusader without order but to fight for nothing but his own honor that would be witnessed by none.
A Mandalorian came near, and he cut him down with his blade. More came and he pushed them away. Vorr ran through the town... hopeless.... no where to run... no where to go... his honorable warring ways leading him to a fight he could not win.
He felt fear... sadness... rage... and above all else... helpless for the first time in his life.
@NotSarcastic
-Voltros Downs
- 4th Week of Battle of Kessel
- DUSK
Artillery fire continued to rage into the canyon, as a shattering explosion broke the dusk drumming of a blue energy shield as its generator exploded into a thousand pieces, taking with it seven troopers, and wounding at least five more. A cry for a medic rang out, but it went unanswered as their medical supplies, and supply of medics were equally depleted. The troopers screamed in vain as the thunderous artillery continued to rattle the area, obliterating shanties and collapsing tiny bunkers.
A troop carrier cascaded down from the sky, and Mandalore warriors repelled from it, striking the ground with their their durasteel boots and opening fire into the battered Sith defenses. A Sith warrior met them in battle at the front, but was miserably overwhelmed while a handful of troopers stood at his side. A speeder flew over head, hailing blaster bolts down onto them, which threw the defenders every which way, and left the Sith Warrior a splattered mass upon the sand.
And then a stroke of luck. A pair of Imperial fighters roared overhead, destroying the troop transport, and landing the flaming hulk of metal down upon the Mandalorians which had departed from it. The cheers of the Imperials were not heard long, as more Mandalorians came, reinforcing their fallen, and continuing their assault.
What had once been a great crusade to seize the world of Kessel had turned into a bitter fight for survival. Taalong Vorr was all that remained of his initial contingent, his troopers dead all over the spice world. The Imperial effort was lost, but their troopers remained as mighty cannons had forced their fleet away and reinforcing Mandalorian ships held the defense.
Vorr could still remember the words calling over the comms on all stations.
"Imperial Space Forces, fall back back to sector 3-Alpha."
But when the requests from the troopers on the ground were raised up as to their evacuation plan... no answer came. No further instruction. No final order. Nothing
Silence had fallen on the return line. Only empty cries for help as the disorganized remnants of the failed invasion clung to life as they could.
Vorr had moved with a force to Voltros Downs, a slave and smuggler town where they had received some assistance from outlaws that looked to improve their condition by separating from Mandalore. They had not realized the battle was already lost as they threw in their lot, and had therefore thrown their lives away for nothing.
Taalong Vorr ran, his chest still injured from his duel a month earlier with a Mandalore Warrior. His lightsaber was not extended, but he gave no direction. Mandalorians bombarded the area, and came from all sides of the large shanty like town.
It was a massacre... and as he watched more Sith gunned down, he realized that this too may be the place of his death.
And what was it for?
He was abandoned by the great tribe. Left to die. A Sith Crusader without order but to fight for nothing but his own honor that would be witnessed by none.
A Mandalorian came near, and he cut him down with his blade. More came and he pushed them away. Vorr ran through the town... hopeless.... no where to run... no where to go... his honorable warring ways leading him to a fight he could not win.
He felt fear... sadness... rage... and above all else... helpless for the first time in his life.
@NotSarcastic