Open Invasion #TheBoars Take Mygeeto

[Lomrokk]

Lomrokk hated Mygeeto.

To be fair, Lomrokk hated everything.

It was what made him good at his job.

Alongside a great number of his kin, a collection of chartered 'private transports' had made their way planetside, making use of the Banking Clans requirements for discretion when it came to who arrived on 'their' planet. After all, you couldn't exactly run an intergalatic bank and also remain entirely observant of immigration laws, could you?

At least now when the Hutts oiled the palms of the right people.

Three CT-1000 Liners had made their way to the central port of the planet, just outside the main hub of IGBC activity in the region.

Three liners filled to the brim with Cartel enforcers, mercenaries, and other reprobates.

The doors slammed open, and Lomrokk stepped out, behind him came three-hundred of his 'colleagues' from the Hutt 'Collections Division'. From the other ships would come even more, armed to the tusks and twice and ugly.

Each was bedecked in armour, with their customary vibro-ax, blades and helmets setting them out as enforcers for the Clan. Each had a RSKF-44 and an E-5, whilst some carried E-webs between them, ready to be set up.

Lomrokk stood up to his full hieght, sniffed the air and spat a globule of phlegm on the ground. He was himself in his own augmented suit of armour, with a few beskar plates 'borrowed' from the Mandalorian Kotii after their fateful encounted.

They where here to collect.

"SICK 'EM BOYS!" he roared, his 'army' did likewise, and began to set up positons around the dock, building it up as a defensive hub, fortified with E-webs, sealing the doors and creating 'killzones' for the inevitable counter offensive, as Lomrokk moved to take his own position atop the docks main entrance.

The dock was a circlular one, the ships landed in the center of large 'ring' which made up the dock building. The entrance over which Lomrokk stood, lead to the IGBC building, which was accessably over a narrow bridge from the dock.

Once the rest of his team where ready, they would begin the attack over the bridge and into the IGBC building proper.

OOC - Welcome to 'Invasion With Nor'baal'. @Darasuum and his monkeys, and the #TheBoars are attacking, staging the attack from a dock, which is connected to the IGBC building via a bridge. War, etc. Normal rules apply. This is a ground-based PvP, so I would like to see it stick to that - with some cool PvP fights between players, maybe on that nice dramatic bridge I set up for us.

 

[Gurk]

Spoiler: Music

Song

Gurk the Zerk, like Lomrokk, led a group of green-skinned gamorrean warriors. The various troops were equipped with electrorippers and electrohammers additionally they were equipped with gammorrean guard armor. Gurk only carried the later of the two melee weapons which rested across his broad back. In his hands he hefted a customized blaster carbine though the rest of the boars under his command carried E-5 blaster rifles and RSKF-44 sidearms. Gurk carried one of the pistols on his hip as well.

The boars under Gurk's command were given the appropriate name the Boarzerkers. This was because each of the three hundred gamorreans were given no less than two dosses of the performance enhancing drug known as nova jack and the booster azure star to double its effects. Each Gamorrean was already titanic in their strength so if the need arose that they took the spice combination they would even give an abomination a run for their money. But until given the signal, they would keep their "boosters" in reserve.

"Weeeee squeee!" He squealed angrily as some of his group moved E-web pieces into place. His large hand waved them into position. The clicking and clanking of a small crisp-e-o donut droid followed after its owner. It was not serving its typical coffee but instead was dispensing drugs and snacks preferable to the gamorrean's pallet.

Warm mulled mushroom wine wafted from the petite droid as it followed Gurk until he turned around and gestured for it to go back into the star liner. He did not want the machine crushed by accident in the fight. Gurk would want treats later once this was over and nothing would piss him off like his food dispenser getting damaged. "Very well, master Gurk. I will await your return." The droid articulated precisely and returned to the vessel.

@Nor'baal

OOC: Reserving Ka'ra'yc aka "monkey" for another invasion. I want to use my Gamorrean every chance I get. But other people in GG can join with their gorilla guys ;-)

 

[Splort]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Splort was of course most satisfied to be working alongside his Gamorrean allies for the glory of Gamorr. Also our Hutt masters! GURKA GURR! “GURKA GURR!” He roared, raising his arms high to the sky. Gamorrean terms? Potentially just words for Splort?

This invasion of the planet Mygeeto began with setting up defenses and that’s where you will find Splort, right in the thick of it, commander. The Gamorrean gladiator slash warrior came from his ship donned in his armor with his blasters and his hammer and his knife and his fists for he was ready to fight.

“HANDS OFF, DURKA DUMBDUMB!” Splort pointed toward another Gamorrean who might become his sport if he didn't listen. “That cannon, that’s mine!” His counterpart snorted himself away before Splort got behind the E-Web, locked and loaded, and waited.

His enemies would die. It was only a matter of time.

Unless, of course, his commander needed him doing something other than standing behind the blaster?

Spoiler: Dice Roll Result

Shoving the Gamorrean outta the way: 15/20

@Nor'baal @Darasuum

 

[Spurius Livius Gaetulicus]

Spoiler: Thematic Piggy Battle Music

Whistling a light tune under his breath, Spurius would remark quietly "Come here Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in..." in a jaunty tune before his tone would turn as if he was asking a question the farther he got into the next line "Before I huff, and I puff, and I carve you ham hock from green little ham hock...?" It could use some work. But maybe they would think it was intimidating if they heard it.

But they would not hear it, as Spurius was on the other end of the bridge. Standing with macro binoculars to his helmeted head. Standing proudly in the signature red armor of the Imperial Knights. He was now of the same name, from Squire to Knight in the wake of the invasion goings on. It seemed as if the Empire was scrounging for soldiers, sailors, pilots, and knights with combat experience - and he was unfortunately one of them.

All around him the token IGBC security staff, local planetary Imperial Armed Forces and some additional Imperial Knights had begun to rally. Mirroring the preparations of the oncoming force troops would begin to activate barriers to fire from behind as they took up defensive positions. E-web cannons would be mounted from windows in the stories above the ground level and troops with full length riot shields would begin to form the front of the defensive formation between the gamoreans and the IGBC building.

Advancing to roughly 100 meters from the end of the bridge closest to the IGBC building, the first line of the defense would stand its ground.

Opening a comm to the others present on the Imperial side of the attack Spurius would speak "Emplaced weapons, hold fire until they are in your effective range... The first line of defense is going to need all the help it can get while we hold until reinforcements arrive." Spurius would then turn to the senior planetary based trooper saying "Get me whoever in the spirits is in charge of your planetary defenses... I want every indirect weapon targeting this bridge. These mercenaries will NOT make it to the other side." Spurius concluded as he moved to take a place directly behind the shield wall. With troopers steady and weapons aimed he would begin to focus himself, both hands free he would concentrate on the cold air, the light snowfall and the task at hand - he was waiting for the shooting to start. @Volene @Vek

 

[Edo Keer]

Edo wasn’t a warrior, that much was clear in abundance. He could duel. He could levitate a few rocks and flip a speeder but martially impressive, not so much. He might have a chance if he was playing mind games, but in the battlefield he currently presided over, at least in his own head, there was little in the way of parlour tricks. There would be death enough to investigate, were he to survive, not that the causes of death would require herculean feats of thinking. But first he’d have to survive.

He last faced a Sith when the Empire forced the bloodthirsters out and it hadn’t gone in his favour. Still, he’d lived. Maybe today he would be less fortunate, if he was honest he was terrified. He adjusted the ill fitting heavy armour of the Knights, not the light form fitting armour he was used to but this was war not foreplay. He groaned a little, checked the power cell on his saber for the hundredth time in the last few minutes, tapped his left hand against the pouch on his left leg that held 2 extra powerpacks for his saber, should he need it, and 3 powercells for a blaster he had been advised to bring. He watched as the Empire’s assembled masses filtered through the fading veil of gentle snow, sideros clad ghosts moving with an increased clatter as they drew nearer. Edo sighed, wished he could think of something pithy to settle his nerves, but he could not. He could only wait, and hope other Knights would join him on this day. He took shelter from the upcoming artillery fire rather than the snow. The snow, could be beneficial in a fight he surmised. It could obfuscate his movements, give him something of a chance against a Sith warrior or whatever forsaken monstrosities they would face. He saw the splash of red in the flurry and felt a shiver of relief. At least he wouldn’t fight alone.


@Volene
@Rimrald

 

[Merian Sere]

This was becoming much too familiar for Merian’s taste. Of course, they were usually the attackers, not the defenders, but lining up for battle the feeling was the same. Set up formations. Get everyone on the same page, a simple plan followed cohesively would trump a sophisticated one at every turn. Shut off the feeling that the day could be your last. The works.

“How are we on those mortars?”

“Set up and operational, Sir. Just waitin’ for them to get in range.”

“That’ll be sooner rather than later. And the shields?”

“Full power, ready to deploy.”

“Excellent work, Sergeant. We’ll buy you time.”

Merian made her way to the front. It hadn’t always been her place, but she’d had to accept it was now. After the hordes on Ossus, the army on Dubrillion, the Killik swarm on Ord Trasi, how would the Gamorreans be any different? Crude leather against lightsabers. Easy targets.

Over her left shoulder was the white half-cape the Imperial Knights had worn on Raxus, so little time ago. It wouldn’t mean anything to the invaders, but it would inspire their own. Remind them who and what they were fighting for. The dust had barely settled on Ossus, the Lord Commander’s body barely cooled than the lowliest scum in the galaxy was looking to take advantage.

No good deed unpunished. Leave it to the Hutts to slobber all over one.

She caught sight of Edo on the first line of defense. She hadn’t liked him much, the first time she’d seen him, but this was neither the time nor the place. Merian had sneakily found herself the seniormost Knight on the battlefield. And the man was terrified.

“Knight Keer. You’re wasted on these brutes,” she called out. Nothing but confidence. “If we take one alive, I’ll have it sent to you for interrogation. Leave it to you to find anything useful in those heads of theirs.”

Preferred pistol in hand, lightsaber at her side, vibroknives reassuringly on her, she waited for the enemy lines to come. The burden was on them.

@Rimrald @Vek @Die Shize @Darasuum @Nor'baal

 

[Lomrokk]

With #TheBoars in position, Lomrokk glowered over the bridge and watched the Imperials mounting their defences.

They would need to taste Gamorrean durasteel, it seemed.

Not one to allow an opportunity to rally up #TheBoars, he waddled his merry way over to stand above the assembled Gamorreans, and got them in the mood for some killin'.

"RIGHT LADS, LISTEN UP." they listened up "Out there yoov got some poncy Imperials who fink they can get in the way of the boss!" there was general agreement that this was not on "Are we going to show 'em what for." some grunting from the gathered warriors suggested that they would indeed show 'em what for.

"Alright!" he turned away, his passionate and frankly inspiring speech done, and picked up a megaphone.

Facing the bridge from his vantage point, he shouted through the megaphone.

"Alright then you sh -"" Lomrokk remembered that this was not an age appropriate phrase to write, and left it to the reader to fill in the blank "Send down your best lads, and lets 'ave it out." he issued the challenge to the Imperials to send their best warriors, and see this conflict resolved in GLORIOUS combat.

OOC - Come and 'ave a go if you think yer 'ard enuff. etc etc

 

[Gurk]

Gurk looked across the bridge at the enemy line and grunted in anticipation. The snorts and wines of other green skinned comrades quieted as the words of Lomrokk reached their pointed ears. The boars of the Hutts had already made a foothold with the spaceport. Now they just needed to take IGBC headquarters across the way.

With E-webs bristling their emplacements and hundreds of warriors ready to fight to the death, it was an empowering and terrifying sight to behold. The Boarzerkers looked to Gurk. Wee SNORT grrrahee urp! He let the other boars know that he felt he was one of if not the strongest among them. His hand raised his blaster into the air and shook it as a display of machismo.

The boar however knew not all beings engaged on the same rules of combat as gamorreans did. He stood towards the front of his brothers waiting to see if the imperials would meet them out in the open on the bridge or if they would simply open fire. Gurk handed his dosage of "corona jack" and azure star to a comrade. He had no need for it since his own passion and focus was enough to fuel the boar's actions.



OOC: Nova Jack is only available to level 2 pyke syndicate associated PCs and Gurk shouldn't have them plus he's force sensitive so consider all "Nova jack" to be a more generic "corona jack" and be mostly for flavor rather than PvP advantage.

 

[Splort]

Splort grinned as he gazed down the barrel of his cannon as his opponents, snorting to himself. “Kek! Stewpid Imps! Gammiez woz made fer fightin’ ‘n’ killin’! Yoo woz made fer...fer bein' fought 'n' killed!”

They’d be pissing their pants and panties soon enough. Gimme that rush of blood! “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD— WHAT?”

Distracted from his cannon, Splort turned to listen to War Chief Lomrokk who rose to the occasion for a speech. “Yehhhhhhh!” Splort expressed similar sentiments, thumping his chest.

Then he joined the ranks beside his brethren. The mighty Gamorreans! None could best them! He gripped his carbine, stood tall in the line, taunting his opponents to come at him and be turned into burnt bacon.

“WE’RE DA MEANEST AND GREENEST ‘DERE IZ! DURK-DURK!”

Splort cried as he shook his blaster to the sky like Gurk did, accidentally striking his companion in the noggin who squealed.

“WE’Z GONNA PEEL YER HIIIIIIIDEZ!”

@Nor'baal @Darasuum
@Rimrald @Vek @Volene

 

[Spurius Livius Gaetulicus]

Standing behind the three bolstered rows of shield bearing Imperial Army Troopers on the bridge. Shouts and challenges coming from the Gamoreans on the other end. It was all rather confusing, but it was something the young knight would hope to take advantage of.

Sensing the presence of his kindred, Spurius would turn his head to each side to offer a reverent nod. He recognized Merian as the Knight who had lead the procession on Raxus and looked over Edo, unsure if he just had a familiar face or if they'd met in the halls of the Imperial Academy on Raxus. "Good to meet you, and good to see you again Knight..." He paused, realizing in their one sided exchange on Raxus he never received her name or gave his. Awkward as this exchange quickly became, Spurius made his best attempt to end it. Turning his gaze forward again in slight embarrassment.

"Do you think they're just going to keep yelling at us, or are they actually going to, you know... Attack?" He remarked as the sound of mortar fire could begin to be heard in the distance. It would be overhead before no time, there must be a base or combat outpost nearby he thought.

With both hands still free, and his mind focusing ever more on his surroundings Spurius would inhale deeply and exhale slowly. His saber was on his hip, his allies to either side, and the more time they stood here the more time it gave planetary reinforcements to muster and respond. @Volene @Vek @Nor'baal @Darasuum @Die Shize

 

[Edo Keer]

The sounds of their army’s movements were rhythmic, were he in the bowels of the Imperial training ground it could have lulled him to sleep. But the snow and the fact that death was waiting on the bridge at both ends kept him awake and alert. He used the rhythm to steady the thunderous, frightened muscle in his chest.

“One, if I was being honest, would rather they didn’t. Forgive me, Knight Keer.” He looked at Merian. “But you already know that. It is…good? To see you again. Though perhaps it would be better under different circumstances.” He smiled weakly, then stopped. His hand went to his saber’s hilt, rested there as though the five digits were contemplating freeing themselves from his wrist then retreated a soft albino crab, climbing back to its hanging place in his belt. Its twin on the other side shuddered as though laughing, before it too climbed down to the holstered blaster. He hissed then regained his composure.

He looked at Merian. “I have heard of your victories, let’s hope they followed you here.”

He looked at Spurius. “Sorry, I didn’t ask your name. It would be preferable that if we are to die, we at least die with our names known. Don’t you think?”


@Volene
@Rimrald
@Darasuum
@Nor'baal
@Die Shize

 

[Merian Sere]

Boisterous voices, snorts and noises of all kinds carried across the no man’s land to the imperial formation. Loud and unintelligible. The Gamorrean special, Merian figured. Impressive, worthless bravado. They screamed because it was all they could do. With their brutish weapons and primitive armor, how did they mean to close the gap without losing half their troops from the go?

“Let them come,” she answered. She was vaguely aware of the chatter around her, but her attention was on the opposing lines. Surveying the warriors before them, the few who stood out from the lot. Their challenge.

Of course they’d want to settle it this way. They’d picked the wrong vis-à-vis for that. Perhaps another Imperial, the Grand Marshal Altair Din, would have been the kind to take them up on the offer, gone toe to toe with them and sent the savages packing with his soldiers out of harm’s way. But Merian wasn’t that. With their defensive positions, the Ord Trasi shipyards the shortest jump away and no pressure to act, why would she?

“My victories weren’t won alone,” she said. “But you followed me here, didn’t you?” And with that, she stepped up.

Merian didn’t have a loudspeaker, but standing a few paces ahead of the imperial line, the message would be clear. Ceremoniously she drew her lightsaber, called the blade. Then she motioned all around her, arms outstretched in a slow twirl. The white cape flowed under her arm. We’re all here. What’s holding you up? She stood still a few more seconds, defiant, before she returned to her side and prepared for the attack.

“Brace yourselves, and hold fast,” she instructed. “Remember your foe. When the shells start raining, no amount of Hutt credits is going to be enough.”

Her own pistol was in her hand again. Whenever they got in range, the Hutt henchmen would be in for a veritable barrage—and then some.

@Rimrald @Vek @Die Shize @Darasuum @Nor'baal (@Sreeya mentioned)

 

[Lomrokk]

This was taking to long.

Lomrokk shrugged.

"FIRE!" he screamed,as the E-Webs started to fire sporadically across the bridge, pattering at the assorted walls of the IGBC HQ over the bridge.

Lomrokk walked back down to the ships, he oinked.

He walked onto one of the ships.

He oinked.

Lomrokk thought deeply about what to next, and then realised he had already moved quite a long way for one posting round, so would do what he though next round.

 

[Gurk]

None seemed to come forth. They were all too weak or too scared. But it did not matter because war chief Lomrokk gave the order to fire. The E-web teams opened up even a few of #TheBoars fired enthusiastically with their blaster rifles despite being at maximum range. It would at least dissuade the imperials from trying to cross the distance themselves.

Weee squee we grre, ssgrk mrrr. Snk grrea burr grok reee! Gurk orated to his Boarzerkers who raised their weapons into the air or clanged them against the ground. The echoes of the gamorrean war cried would be heard even over the continuous repeater fire.

Half of the Boarzerkers would remain on the far side of the bridge. If the imperials dared to cross or try something tricky then they would still have to face off against a horde of Gurk's most savage brethren. The other half of the Boarzerkers would return to the star liner.

@Volene @Vek @Rimrald

 

[Splort]

Spoiler: Music OOC

“PAH!” Splort spat. Puny Humiez! And what looked like an Ortolan from this distance and space elves and whatever else. Raining shells into the environment, but the Gamorreans would be raising hell.

As the two sides stared each other down across the bridge, da Orkz—er the Gamorreans—continued to taunt with war cries while an Imperial Knight ignited her lightsaber.

“OH LOOK IT’S A JEDI DIRTBAG” A warrior bellowed.
“WHAT WE DO IN LIFE ECHOES IN ETERNITY” Another echoed.
“DEATH TO THE GAMORREANS” One was struck for his insolence.
“NOO WE ARE THE GAMORREANS IDIOT” Splort roared, vehement.

Ready to get on with it. Finally, War Chief Lomrokk, First of His Name, paved the way. He ordered for the fighting Gamorreans and their henchmen to fire and they did just so.

“FOR #THEBOARS!” Splort personally yoinked an operator off an E-Web, took position, and squeezed the trigger with an oink.

-DUKKA!-DUKKA!-DUKKA!-DUKKA!-DUKKA!-DUKKA!-DUKKA!-

A chorus of blaster bolts exploded forth, soaring across the bridge. Whether wherever they hit, just shooting at someone was half the fun of it.

@Nor'baal @Darasuum
@Rimrald @Vek @Volene

 

[Spurius Livius Gaetulicus]

The incoming fire could be seen before it would catch any of the knights by surprise at this distance. Some bolts sailed overhead and would scorch the IGBC buildings structure, other rounds would impact low on the bridge and the surroun8ding stone work. It was withering fire, and a good thought if the defenders had taken the bait. But they had not.

Within moments of the gamorean supporting fire coming the knights way, the mortars could be heard screaming overhead. With a rhythmic tone they would come arcing overhead and begin to slam into the hasty fortifications and groupings of gamorean mercenaries.

Large flashes of light followed by a mixed cacophony of explosions and squeals, would fill the view of the defenders. As on the other end of the bridge the first barrage was punching divets into the ground. With limbs flying and stone work being tossed here and there, the E-Webs on the defending side of the bridge would open fire in kind.

The interlocking fire known as "talking guns" would begin. One burst of fire followed by another as the various emplacements returned the favor hoping to ward off or catch any panicking attackers who thought forward was the safest option.

From behind the forward formation a sergeant called into his long range comm loud enough that the knights coul also hear

"First Salvo good effect on target, repeat last - walk it back 50 meters!" It seemed this time the mortars would aim to destroy the gamorean transport as it did in fact sit in an open topped building.

"I am Knight Gaetulicus, pleasure to make your aquantance Knight Keer."

Overhead the sound of gunships bringing more reinforcements from the nearby Garrison providing fire support could begin to be heard in the distance. The Sergeant with communications gear would call out to the group once more. "Additional reinforcements inbound. Gonna put them down in the port to cut off a retreat!" He concluded before returning his attention to incoming radio traffic.
@Volene @Vek

 

[Edo Keer]

Edo felt her words, in much the same way as the air displacement of each explosion struck him in the chest, so too did Merian’s precursive speech. He felt an uncharacteristic swell of pride in his chest that foreshadowed the surge in adrenaline which itself foresaw him puking with the nerves thirty seconds later. Still he stepped up, cleared his throat.

“Together then.” He ducked as blaster fire from the enemy arced overhead, curious net weapons landing in tree branches behind. He felt an urge to say something patriotic and inspiring but what made him a Knight also left him with an insincere tone in his voice. Where he’d tried to embolden, he’d only embarrass. He pointed to the other Knights, then with a nod instructed them to look at the bridge. Not waiting for their recognition of his intent he shouted to the mortar line.

“Target the bridge. I want it reduced to molten rock. If any of them survive, it's unlikely they’ll be in any condition to put up much of a fight.”

The mortar teams acknowledged. “Sir, Yessir. Who are you, sir?”

“I am Thain Edo Keer of Naboo.The emperor commands! Are you men brave enough to ignore his call?”


@Volene
@Rimrald
@Nor'baal
@Darasuum

 

[Merian Sere]

What are they doing?

Rather than pressing the attack, half the invading force seemed to retreat as the Imperial artillery hit the ones staying behind to devastating effect. It wasn’t a full retreat, though—rather they took refuge in the starships they’d arrived in. Merian stood at the forefront, guarding her troops from the haphazard fire the attackers started throwing noncommittally at them. Most of it seemed directed at the IGBC building itself, hardly in range, but a handful of bolts made it close enough to her to be deflected back at the enemy lines and the trigger-happy E-Web (@Die Shize). Meanwhile, explosions rocked the bridge on the Hutt side, smothering the amount of incoming fire. Knight Keer ordered them to target the bridge next. Merian wasn’t convinced—hadn’t most of the attackers made it back to starships to close the distance?—but she didn’t interpose.

“Keep an eye on those liners,” she called out, for the other Knights but mostly for their own E-Webs seeking a target. “They’re up to something. Protect the mortars and cover the angles. One way or the other, they’ll be on us.” Dropping from above, to the side or ramming through, it was clear the enemy’s brutes were done wasting time.

At least the defenders had the spaceport surrounded. Now they made their stand.

@Rimrald @Vek @Die Shize @Darasuum @Nor'baal

 

[Gurk]

Mortar fire would strike a portion of the gamorrean emplacement. The starport and the structures used as fortifications around the perimeter by #TheBoars provided some cover from the mortar fire but any that were out in the open were caught. The green-skinned pigmen retreated slightly from the edges of the sturdier walls, for now.

Gurk and half of his boarzerkers boarded the starliner they had come in on. The pilot and crew took them to the sky as quickly as the sluggish maneuvering of the commercial vessel allowed. The one hundred meter long vehicle rose story after story into the air. One of the three starliner transports would receive the devastating salvo of mortar fire. The neighboring civilian vessels that had been parked nearby were taken out as well since the artillery operators did not have a clear line of sight on their targets. But the other two CT-1000s would be untouched.

The ponderous movement of the humungous transport would soar over the rooftoops and come closer to the imperial line. They were hundreds of meters in the air and while the CT-1000s lacked any deflector shields their hull was still quite sturdy against small arms fire. "Wee greesqweee!" Gurk commanded his boarzerkers to take their drugs now if they had not already.

Those on the city bridge would consume their cheap fuel for their bloodlust. Those in their seat on the starliner would similarly barely be able to contain their violence. At Gurk's signal a hundred and fifty gamorreans charged out from cover and crossed the bridge as E-web fire and mortars went off around them. The other remaining boarzerks were ejected from the CT-1000 starliners. Scores upon scores of what looked like missiles coming out of the back of the starliner would be visible to anyone except for those directly beneath the large vessel which now acted as a shield for the rapidly disembarked horde.

Gurk and a hundred and fifty hopped up gamorreans could have aimed for rooftops, elevated positions to pick off the imperials and harass them from afar while distracting them from the frontline. But instead the entire horde of a hundred and fifty gamorreans were too hopped up on their stimulants to want any delay in violence. Gurk was feeding off of the bloodlust and leapt from his ejector chair as its thrusters barely managed to slow his rapid descent.

Using what he did not realize to be the Force at the time, Gurk reinforced his constitution to shoulder the jarring experience of the landing and to bounce back with as little delay as possible. His thick muscles tensed and drew his elecrohammer, bringing the pommel across the brow of the nearest unlucky imperial trooper. The rest of the weapon began to glow, charging up and preparing a dangerous attack.

@Volene @Vek @Rimrald

 

[Lomrokk]

Ejecting alongside his fellow boars, Lomrokks ejection unit brought him down into the combat zone and he unclipped himself as soon as his feet touched the ground. He kept his RSKF-44 up and fired, taking out a hostile trooper, Lomrokk moved forward, his Gamorrean fighting blade in his dominant right hand as he made for one of the enemy commanders.

He had no idea who Edo Keer was, only that as of this moment - he was the target.

The Imperials armour was light around the neck and joints, which Lomrokk spotted as he broke into a run, and made a beeline for Keer. He fired a shot from his blaster, square toward the center of the mans torso as he closed the distance. When in reach, he would bring his right arm up in an undercut, seeking to drive he blade into the underside of the mans chest, between Keers left leg and lower middrift. Whilst doing so he would fire the blaster again, and effectivly point blank range, seeking to shoot into the mans torso again.

Combat, it would seem, had begun.