Open Times Have Changed

Arthos Vizsla

Character
Independent
Rank
Rally Master

Character Profile
Link
OOC
Nefieslab
Joined
Oct 1, 2021
Messages
160
Reaction score
157

No fire seemed like the way they were heading - right up until their objective reminded them why sometimes fire was the best option. Ghassan was a gasbag and one that needed blasting apart but he wasn't foolish enough to actually engage with them in a way that might mean he could be harmed. It seemed that the man was bold enough to talk smack to invading Mandalorians but not bold enough to back it up himself.

Wise and cowardly at the same time.

"Some bold words from someone in crusading range..."
he muttered over the com-link line to Song, "I don't like these odds, Little Wren and..."

He glanced over his shoulder and down at her.

"... are you using me as a human shield right now?"


Unbelievable... short people were troublesome.

Reaching down, he palmed the frag grenade he always carried around with him as he gripped his blaster pistol tightly in the other hand. He wasn't full up on ammo but he could do some damage until then. Arthos leaned forward slightly, preparing himself for some explosive movement.

"Go for the turrets, Song. I'll stick low and take the assassin droids."


Yeah... totally doable.

Arthos launched himself forward, blaster coming up and blasting into the group of assassin droids as he dove for cover behind some stonework. It might have been for potted office plants or something but it worked well against blaster fire - thought it was almost immediately being chipped away as the droids laid down suppressing fire and started to advance. He primed his grenade and said a little prayer to the Gods before swinging out of cover enough to aim and throw.

It was still enough time for him to take a shot to the face, being sent sprawling back behind cover as the beskar helmet rang like a bell in his ears. An explosion later took several assassin droids as Arthos tried to get his helmet back on straight.

"Fuck my life... right to the mouth guard... I think they broke my karking nose with that shot..."



@Song @Orbit
 

Nox Solus

Character
Independent
Rank
Mand'alor

Character Profile
Link
OOC
Orbit
Joined
Jun 6, 2021
Messages
332
Reaction score
137
The Mandalorians formed into a wedge, one that thrust forward with efficiency as they cleaved through whatever droids stood in their path. Both guides remained in the center of that formation, protected on all sides as they would simply be pushed into following even if they felt like retreating. Nox, as always, was at the front, his lightsaber in his left hand and used for defense. His beskad was in his right and used for the opposite, the weapon lashing out like a viper to strike its targets.

Because of the exhaust system that was built throughout the tunnels, the droids that protected it were modified in order to withstand the high temperature. This resulted in thickened armor that even made Nox wield his weapon with some effort in order to cleave whatever stood in front of him. The first droid he struck he simply hit in the eye, disrupting the targeting sensor and providing an opening to the fellow Solus that would simply decapitate it after. When it came to the second, he didn't manage to reach it before a bolt was fired right at him almost at point-blank range.

At the last second, the only defensive Nox could manage was flinging his vambrace in the way, the bolt striking his beskar and then ricocheting to graze his shoulder. A painful grunt erupted from him but his progress wasn't impeded as the droid wasn't allowed to fire a second bolt. The lightsaber would come down in a vertical line and simply split the machine in half with a squeal as it clattered to the floor. With that droid down, it left the way clear ahead but that's when a piercing alarm ripped through the entire tunnel. It was a sound that even made Nox's stomach drop as it was the signal that death was coming and one that was uncombatable.

Nox's visor would snap to the guide behind him, "Where do we go?!" The guide pushed forward, his hand thrown out and pointing to their flanks to the side pathways. Blast doors were built-in and each one opened in sync, a dirty but protected room inside each of them. "GO NOW!" Not needing anything else to motivate them, the entire group would rush to the blast rooms, the alarm picking up the intensity and slamming into their skulls.

They split up, all unable to fit in one but the droids wouldn't allow them to do so freely, firing upon the crusaders as they filed in. One of them would be struck in the leg, knocking them to the ground as the second to last Mandalorian already crossed the door. By the time they noticed, the blast doors were rapidly clamped down and sealed, and a wide window was placed in the center to, unfortunately, allow them to see what came next.

@Song @Nefieslab
 

Song Wren

Character
Independent
Rank
Rally Master

Character Profile
Link
OOC
Song
Joined
Jan 29, 2020
Messages
490
Reaction score
321
A human shield?” she repeated after his accusation. “Of course not. You’re just so disgustingly tall that it’s hard not to get blocked by you at every turn.

She rolled her eyes, keeping her voice at a harsh whisper. She had a distinct feeling that this would be a running joke between them for as long as the other lived and breathed, but gods only knew how much that would last. Not because she feared the turrets and droids arrayed against them. Oh, no—she’d faced much worse enemies than that. It was more because she’d likely strangle the Vizsla to death at the first opportunity.

For now, though, they had to deal with Ghassan.

You go low, I go high. Love the irony, Arthos.” Song slid a hand past her wrist controls and down to her waist, where she seized her blaster and whipped it out to face Ghassan. Just to be sure, she fired directly at his face, a single bolt, and watched as it was harmlessly absorbed by the energy shield around him. He didn’t even flinch at the shot. Instead, he smiled that ugly smile, folded his arms over his chest, and observed the chaos that unfurled two stories below him.

As Arthos practically threw himself at the assassin droids, Song activated her jetpack and soared for the closest turret. She wove between a storm of blaster bolts, feeling several skirt by her armor like whizzing arrows. Focusing in on Ghassan’s position, she aimed her blaster at the turret to his right. It took at least three rounds before she finally struck it dead center, and to her surprise, it burst into a mess of sparks and scraps.

Not one to waste time, she whirled on the second one, taking out her sword in one fluid movement. She spun her arm so quickly she thought it might fly off her shoulder, but it worked. Her blade sliced off the barrel, disabling it, and now leaving Ghassan utterly defenseless. All she had to do next was somehow take down his shield, and then—

Shock rolled through her as she felt a blaster bolt slam into her jetpack. Another turret? Her vision swam. She had no idea just what had happened, not until she saw the General with a rifle in his hand, fixed on her back, his shield gone. “Shit,” was all she could manage to say before Song spiraled toward the ground, landing directly beside Arthos with a resounding thud.

@Nefieslab @Orbit
 

Arthos Vizsla

Character
Independent
Rank
Rally Master

Character Profile
Link
OOC
Nefieslab
Joined
Oct 1, 2021
Messages
160
Reaction score
157

The irony was not lost on him but the reality was that Song was a smaller target. If he was jetting around, there was an awful lot of him to still hit even at speed, whereas there was much less of Song to actually get hit. Combining the size and movement advantages afforded to her would be a good idea. Or, at least, not as bad of an idea as leaving the man who was six foot seven flying around like a big old target.

Instead he stayed low... and was still a big target.

Head spinning from the shot to the helmet and the sudden, eye watering, pain of having his nose broken by the force behind the shot, he still had some of his wits about him. As Song landed beside him with a thud of metal and Mandalorian flesh, he grabbed her by both shoulders and bodily moved her from where she had landed by his side - out of cover.

Instead he none-too-gently tossed her back against the stone he had been using for cover as blaster bolts peppered where she had been.

"Clipped your wings little Wren?"


Which was probably the comment that let her know he had been nicknaming her after the small bird by the name of wren rather than using her clan name.

Of course it might have come out a bit jumbled as there was blood leaking down from inside his helmet where the seal wasn't quite as tight as it should have been. Chancing a look, he could tell that his grenade had taken out all but four of the assassin droids. He checked his ammo before inserting a fresh power pack as he turned to Song.

"This time I go high and you go low. Deal?"


His jetpack worked after all.


@Orbit @Song
 

Nox Solus

Character
Independent
Rank
Mand'alor

Character Profile
Link
OOC
Orbit
Joined
Jun 6, 2021
Messages
332
Reaction score
137
By the time Nox turned around, the blast doors closed and he would see the last Solus try to get up before they fully shut. Pushing through the small crowd, he would end up at the front and near the window, his visor sadly locked on the Mandalorian on the other side. The Solus on the opposite side had managed to get up but a countdown would sound off throughout the tunnel, beginning at three with a robotic woman's voice. The two would just stare at each other for a moment before Nox placed a closed fist on the window as he muttered out, "May gar mar'eyir gar taap once or'atu."

The woman's voice passed one before all of them could hear mechanical workings shift as vents opened. Pure heat and steam blew upward into the vents above a few seconds later, the air simmering even through the window. Standing there in the safe zone, Nox would already begin to sweat heavily as he breathed heavily. For the one outside, it would be entirely worse. The man screamed out in true pain as he collapsed and just writhed on the walkway, practically being boiled alive. Even laying there, the catwalk seared into him wherever it touched. New droids filtered into the tunnel, a small group of them splitting off to approach the burnt and suffering crusader before they circled and fired on him, giving him a swift end at least.

Rage bubbled within Nox's stomach as he threw a closed fist with his cybernetic hand into the blast door, denting it from the sudden impact.
"Damnit," he muttered out softly, his head only ducking for a brief moment before he lifted it again. No one should have suffered that type of fate and watching one of his own veterans go through it, destroyed him. As the last of the heat vented out, the rest of the Solus would be able to hear the locks start to shift as the blast door prepared to open.

The four droids waited on the other side, two of them inspecting the body as the other two faced toward the about to be open blast door, their weapons aimed right at the center. Nox turned to the rest behind him, activating the comm that the rest of the Solus was on that inhabited the tunnel,
"We end this. All of you on me once the doors open. We will not be burned alive here, I swear it." What they witnessed had been disheartening but after he spoke, the men and women gathered gave him a solid nod in unison before they readied their blasters and blades.

@Song @Nefieslab
 

Song Wren

Character
Independent
Rank
Rally Master

Character Profile
Link
OOC
Song
Joined
Jan 29, 2020
Messages
490
Reaction score
321
Tease me again and I’ll clip yours, Vizsla.

It was a joke, but by the rasp in her voice and the terrible ache in her back, she was truly tempted to sock the other Mandalorian in the face. She’d fallen from greater heights, but landing two stories down with a steaming hole in the back of your armor was decidedly not a pleasant experience, and it left Song feeling more agitated by the minute. Ghassan had posed more of a challenge than she’d expected. The longer they took, the more opportunity he had to either escape, or unleash more traps or reinforcements upon them. She couldn’t have that.

They had to finish this, once and for all.

Shrugging off the extra weight of her jetpack, she slid her sidearm back into its holster and retrieved her blade again. The Sword of Wren. At this point, it fused to her palm every time she grabbed the hilt, and she was far more comfortable wielding it than a heavy blaster. And against a company of droids, she was going to need it. “Deal,” she answered Arthos, light glinting off the weapon’s edge. He might not be able to tell, but she wore a wide smile, with a readiness she hadn’t felt in a long time. “Just don’t hog all the glory taking down Ghassan, would you?

Song, after all, would have very much liked to give the general a taste of his own medicine before he was either carted off to the dungeons, or sent straight to the reaper. “For Mandalore,” she murmured under her breath, then dove from her cover.

The assassin droids weren’t far. They had attempted to corner and surround them while they’d busied coming up with a new plan, and the closest one barely had time to react to her charge. She came at it like a thunderbolt. One moment she was before it and in the next, she had lunged to its side, decapitating it in one fluid motion. Its head sailed back, narrowly missing the next droid on her little bucket list. It tried to recognize the pattern of her movements, but she was erratic, quick. She skewered it right through its center mass a second later.

Two droids remained. They wouldn’t be so easy to take down, now that their surprise had worn off, but neither would she. Even without wings, this little Wren had speed on her side.

@Nefieslab @Orbit
 

Arthos Vizsla

Character
Independent
Rank
Rally Master

Character Profile
Link
OOC
Nefieslab
Joined
Oct 1, 2021
Messages
160
Reaction score
157

There was a joke he could make about her not being able to reach high enough to clip his wings but he was above that kind of thing in the heat of battle. Though he was still able to mess around enough to give her a thumbs up rather than actually give her joke a verbal response. She needed to know that he thought it was a cool story but not likely!

Maybe not so above it - he was beginning to think that he was at his most comfortable when he was in the midst of battle.

"For Mandalore."
he agreed, "And for us - lets end this."

Rocketing up, Arthos started blasting away at Ghassan's position, forcing the man to seek some cover and allow him the chance to gain some altitude. Making sure to zigzag when he was in the air, Arthos cursed under his breath as the shots from Ghassan kept getting closer to hitting their mark while his own kept slamming into the cover he had managed to scramble behind.

He didn't have anything with him that would allow him to blast through the cover - which meant that his only option was to go around it. Blasting to the right, Arthos twisted himself in the air to be approaching the wall feet-first, connecting to the wall and sticking to it for an instant to give himself a clearer shot and a solid foundation from which to aim.

His shot landed first, smashing the barrel of the man's rifle even as Arthos grunted in pain as Ghasson's last shot punched straight into his gut. The breath left his body in a rush and he could feel the skin and muscle underneath the armour and undersuit rupture. Felt like he'd sprung a leak of blood but he couldn't stop - Ghasson was thinking to use his pain as a chance to escape. Rocketing forward, Arthos roared in pain and defiance as he tackled Ghasson from his perch, the two of them spinning and spiralling down to the ground where they landed in a heap.

A sickening pulling feeling at his left should told Arthos that things hadn't gone as well as they could have done before he powered through. Headbutting the enemy in the face, he disorientated Ghasson before pressing his blaster pistol right up against his face point-blank. Ghasson froze as Arthos held his life in his hands.

"... call them off."


Ghasson swallowed thickly.

"Deactivate! For the love of god, deactivate!"


The assassin droids would begin to cycle down their power batteries upon the order and Arthos allowed himself to sag slightly. Kneeling atop the general for a moment, Arthos grunted in annoyance before removing his pistol from his face.

"... you're bleeding on me, Mando."


Arthos sighed before slapping Ghasson around the face with the butt of his pistol before staggering to his feet.

"Wren? Wren!"
he called out, moving slowly in her direction, "Wren, I need you to help me set my shoulder..."



@Orbit @Song
 

Nox Solus

Character
Independent
Rank
Mand'alor

Character Profile
Link
OOC
Orbit
Joined
Jun 6, 2021
Messages
332
Reaction score
137
The plan had been given out and the Solus prepared with no hesitation as the clan always did. Weapons and jetpacks were readied, the last of the heat and steam being ejected out from the tunnels during the process. They only had small windows to move and get to the control center. It slowed down their progress greatly and with the assault taking place above, there wasn't time to repeatedly halt and wait. Even though the warriors of Wren and Vizla weren't of his own clan, they came with their support for him and performed his plan. Each death they had, he would also feel as the loss of one of his own. That meant he had to capitalize on the one chance they got.

An alarm ripped through the tunnels once more, alerting them that it would be almost time to move out. Nox turned slightly, his visor sliding to the two guides that accompanied the Crusaders. They had been brought because they had previously worked in the tunnels, in essence, knowing the direct route to the control center. Both their comm-line had been patched into Nox's personal one, allowing them to cut through any other chatter, even from above.

The locks within the blast door would start to hiss, the mechanisms inside sliding and unlatching as the door began to shake. Nox returned his gaze to the window, his breathing becoming heavier from the heat as his body was completely drenched beneath. Streams of sweat rolled down his face and he briefly closed his eyes, a silent prayer only to himself, mouthed into Mand'oa, a promise between him and Kad. As the last of the locks finally undid themselves and the doors began to open themselves, the Alor snapped his eyes wide open before muttering out, "Now."

Within less of a second, a chorus of jetpacks activated before each Mandalorian launched themselves out of the blast rooms and into the tunnel. The droids that waited outside of his door would immediately open fire into the swarm of steel. They only managed a couple of shots before Nox was on them and simply spun in between as he flew past, each hand holding a blade. Both of the droid's heads would simply be lopped off and without slowing him down. That left the small squad behind them and they opened fire too. Nox would simply slam his feet into the chest of the lead droid to kick it back into the others, knocking them all over the railing and down below into the vents. The maneuver also allowed the Solus to launch himself to regain his altitude as he flipped backward before straightening out.

The squad disposed of, Nox patched in with the guides, currently being carried by other Mandalorians through the air, to listen to their directions. He listened intently and through all of the fighting taking place around him, sharply turning down tunnels as the Solus beside him would fire upon whatever droids they passed, keeping up with him. At the end of the tunnel finally, they would find the control center suspendended in the middle of a stone wall, another large blast door below it that would allow them to get inside. Nox landed right outside of it, beads of sweat dripping from the chin of his helmet at that point as the heat built up.

All of the other Solus wound form around him, creating a bubble with their own bodies to shield Nox and the guides. They fired back at the droids that clustered outside them, the countdown beginning once more in the middle of it. Sheathing his beskad, both hands would be placed on his lightsaber before he plunged it through the door and begin to drag it downward. It was a race between him and the vents.

@Song @Nefieslab
 

Song Wren

Character
Independent
Rank
Rally Master

Character Profile
Link
OOC
Song
Joined
Jan 29, 2020
Messages
490
Reaction score
321
Relief washed over Song as the leftover droids deactivated at Ghassan’s command. She hadn’t been so sure she could finish them off alone and with only her sword, but she wasn’t quite ready to admit her thanks for Arthos. Not yet. Instead, she slanted him a glare, as if annoyed he had interfered in her battle. “I was almost done, you know,” she told him with the flourish of her blade. She kicked over one of the motionless droids and it clattered into a heap on the floor. “I had it handled.

Song strode towards where both men laid. Ghassan, nursing bruises and a broken nose. Arthos, his shoulder joint looking a little too odd for her liking. He was bleeding, too. She felt a sharp sting of worry, which was strange, considering her general lack of fucks to give when it came to the Vizsla, but it was there, and she didn’t take very long to act on it. She picked up her pace and halted at his side. Fumbling for some bacta spray, she checked over the bubbling wound in his stomach. “Gods, Arthos,” she whispered. “That doesn’t look very good.

It would require bandaging. Rest and recovery, too, but that could come later. The battle wasn’t over yet, and even with Ghassan at heel and in their captivity, there were bound to be stragglers around the rest of the tower. For now, baby steps.

You don’t happen to have a ladder around, would you?” she asked, glancing to his shoulder. “I don’t think I can reach.” A smile tugged her lip, right before her hands quickly took hold of his shoulder blade and snapped the dislocated joint back into place. She’d obviously been able to reach it—their differences in height weren’t that significant—but she at least wanted to draw a laugh out of him before she hit him with a fresh jab of pain again. It was the least she could do. “There. Better?

She stepped back, arms crossed. She felt like a damn mother now, knowing he was pretty much a kid, and she may as well have asked him if he wanted a ‘boo-boo kiss’ on top of the whole thing. It was silly. She’d never thought of herself much as a medic, or a generally affectionate person. Nox could attest to that.

She shook her head, mostly at herself. No point asking why. Rather, she spun on her heel, turning to check on Ghassan. A sore mistake, that was—because the moment her eyes landed on him, she saw the blaster up his sleeve and the hand reaching for it. Before she could so much as shout a warning, Song shoved Arthos aside, just as the first blaster bolt struck her square in the chest.

@Nefieslab @Orbit
 

Arthos Vizsla

Character
Independent
Rank
Rally Master

Character Profile
Link
OOC
Nefieslab
Joined
Oct 1, 2021
Messages
160
Reaction score
157

Arthos laughed when Song mentioned that she had it handled even as he pushed himself to try and stay awake, stay alert. He needed to keep his head in the game - their current fight was over but that didn't mean that the battle was over. They needed the battle to be over before he could afford the time to bleed all over the place or happily hang out with two arms properly attached at the shoulders.

Looking down at his stomach when Wren came over to his side, he hissed in renewed pain when he actually looked at the wound. It was one thing to feel it but to actually see it somehow helped the pain cut through the adrenaline to actually hit like it was supposed to. Felt like someone had taken a cheese grater to his insides and he was suddenly very grateful that he hadn't eaten before the mission.

"Really Wren?"
he asked her with a small grin an ever so slightly slur to his words, "I thought I might be able to run the Keldabe Marathon with a couple of band aids."

Ah it hurt to breathe in enough to half-laugh at his own shitty joke. He honestly did look around for something for the little Wren to stand on for a moment - the moment that gave her the opportunity to snap his shoulder back into place in a quick and, oddly, practised motion. He gasped in pain, bright and violent, before it tapered off with his shoulder now actually in the position it was supposed to be in.

Grunting, he placed a hand over his gut wound as he ever so slightly healed over with the help of the bacta - effectively using his body to create a field dressing. He patted Song on the back before he was roughly shoved to one side, the sudden movement jarring and painful but not unexpected. Cursing loudly as the blaster bolt clanged against Song's chest, he reacted with the first thing that came to hand - he still had his blaster pistol.

Even as he fell to the ground in a heap from the shove, he was moving his hand. Landing roughly, he gritted his teeth and fired just as Ghassan was moving his own weapon to aim at him.

Arthos' shot was true, blasting apart both the man's hold-out pistol and the majority of his hand. The General screamed as he stared at the gushing remains of his right hand as Arthos pushed himself back up to his feet to head for Song to check her over.

"Song!"
he called out to her, using her actual name for the first time, "If you got yourself killed pushing me out of the way I'm going to bring you back just to kill you myself Vod!"


@Orbit @Song
 

Nox Solus

Character
Independent
Rank
Mand'alor

Character Profile
Link
OOC
Orbit
Joined
Jun 6, 2021
Messages
332
Reaction score
137
Seconds ticked by and Nox would be drenched in sweat, not from the effort but the building heat. Blaster bolts were exchanged, one even pinging his shoulder as he worked on the door. A sort of growl erupted deep from his throat as he didn't even waste time saying anything and instead continued to drag the lightsaber. The pain blossomed and spread through his shoulder but he completely shoved it aside, knowing it was nothing compared to being boiled alive.

Finally, as the intensity of the firefight grew, Nox managed to finish the circle he cut into the door. As the blade was pulled free with a grunt, a swift kick would be placed in the center of the circle. The cut-out slab would simply fall over onto the other side, Nox quickly turning to the others as the synthetic woman started to speak again, "Get inside now!" He would dive in through first, preventing the breach from being clogged as he immediately felt the cold breeze of air conditioning.

The rest of the crusaders would pile in after him, the back half covering for those already making it through. When the last one finally made it inside, Nox didn't let them any rest as he started to sprint down the hall.
"Keep going!" They were inside but there was still a massive hole in the door. Not needing any further motivation, all of the crusaders began to run after him, the droids firing into the hole but unsuccessfully.

As they ran, Nox would be able to feel the metal ground below them start to grow hot as did the air. It came to the point that it was almost burning and he quickly glanced at the next junction point. Both the walls and ground would slowly begin to glow orange and right as it extended down the hallway, the crusaders running as fast as their legs could carry them. Almost all of them would dive or leap forward, Nox doing so as well but grabbing onto the corner to make him rapidly spin on his heel. With just a closed fist, he slammed it down on the control console to close the second layer of doors. As the entire hallway turned orange, the second pair of doors would finally close, another layer of protective shielding lay across the door just for this purpose. Nox would just bend over with his hands on his knees as he attempted to catch his breath, pretty much all of them doing the same.

@Song @Nefieslab
 

Song Wren

Character
Independent
Rank
Rally Master

Character Profile
Link
OOC
Song
Joined
Jan 29, 2020
Messages
490
Reaction score
321
Pain bloomed across her chest. Song crashed into the ground, reeling. Black crowded the edges of her vision. She felt strange, numb, but when the shock wore off, the pain followed like an oncoming ship. It hit her full force, and she found it incredibly hard to breathe. Moaning, she clutched at the armor plating where the blaster bolt had landed and instinctively tore it away. One glance down and she shuddered. It wasn’t the work of a heavy blaster, thankfully, but neither was it a glancing blow.

Why is it always me? The thought came to her suddenly, and she sighed. Fate seemed to have it out for her, and at this point, she rarely escaped a field operation without sustaining at least one injury. She was just glad to have someone like Arthos at her side when it happened.

She laid her head back, catching her breath. “I appreciate the sentiment, Arthos, even if what you just said doesn’t even remotely make sense.” She shot him a lopsided grin, then winced at the next sharp sting in her chest, cursing under her breath. “I’m okay,” she lied. “I’m fine.” Understatement of the century, that was. She was in some of the worst pain in her life, and she’d suffered her fair share of near fatal injuries before.

Had Ghassan aimed just a bit higher, with a little more precision, and her current wound wouldn’t have just been another close call. It would have been final.

She shifted her focus to the crumpled figure of the general. He’d stopped screaming and settled for nursing the stump where his right hand once was, cradling it like a newborn baby. Song was very tempted to whip our her sword and lop the other hand off, but she was far too weak to even lift the blade’s hilt. The best she could do was lay there and glower in his general direction. At the very least, she could find some comfort knowing revenge was hers. While she would carry on with another battle scar, Ghassan would suffer without a hand for the rest of his life.

Still, she had to wonder if the cost was worth the reward.

She glanced up at the ceiling in concentration. Mandalorians continued to pour into the tower complex, and already she could hear their distant cheers of success through her comms. It was almost over. “This better have all been worth it,” she groaned. Each word that left her lips was another stab of pain in her chest. “Where the fuck is Nox, anyway?

@Nefieslab @Orbit
 

Arthos Vizsla

Character
Independent
Rank
Rally Master

Character Profile
Link
OOC
Nefieslab
Joined
Oct 1, 2021
Messages
160
Reaction score
157

Arthos stared down at the smaller Mandalorian before rolling his eyes underneath his helmet.

"Unfortunately I see your sense of humour wasn't damaged by the hit."

Shame, really.

Grunting in pain himself, Arthos reached down to his belt and pulled out a strip of pliable metal wire. It was the kind of thing that he used for tying things up in his cargo hold but he was more than happy to use it for something else. Ignoring the way the man moaned and bitched, Arthos flipped the wounded General onto his front and began to tie his arms behind his back at several points, including the elbows and forearms.

The wrist would be difficult with how one of them was covered in blood.

As he was doing so, he patted the General down and pulled out an access card before putting it away in one of the pouches on his belt. His breathing was beginning to hurt more as the adrenaline threatened to run dry. Reaching up to his helmet, he reached out to Nox via the com-link.

"General Ghassan has been captured; Wren and I are damaged. How goes the hunt?"



@Orbit @Song
 

Nox Solus

Character
Independent
Rank
Mand'alor

Character Profile
Link
OOC
Orbit
Joined
Jun 6, 2021
Messages
332
Reaction score
137
Once the strike squad collected their breath, there was nothing stopping them from the rest of the way to the control room. Nox stepped to the front of the group, his blaster pulled from the holster and aimed toward the ceiling. A glance was cast back to the men that were following him before his gaze trained forward, "Time to end this." There didn't need to be any verbal acknowledgment from others.

Following the hallways, the door to the control room was found and Nox simply used his own key of a wrist rocket to enter. The rocket blew the door off its hinges as it flew across the room, most of the occupants inside ducking for cover while others went for weapons. Mandalorians would flood in right after to prevent a serious fight from breaking out, a quick succession of bolts released from the airborne warriors to take out the guards. The rest were quickly surrounded by the rest, beskads and barrels of blasters trained on them and ready to be used.

Nox stepped into the room after, his gaze first going to the workers and then to the controls. A flick of his hand was made so their prisoners were escorted outside.
"Secure this room and get the system under our control." One of tech-head Mando's nodded and pulled up a chair to the computer.

As Nox watched the vents and grid turn over to their control, his comm ringed, and was relieved to find that it was Arthos. Answering, he listened to the sit-rep before replying, "Good work you two. The vents have been captured as well. With the general gone and the power source of the city under our control, the rest of the defenses will offer their surrender rather quickly." The tech mando turned and offered a raised thumb to Nox, indicating it was now all under their control. "Go see medical and get some rest you two. You both deserve it. I'll coordinate with the rest of our forces and lock down this city." The line would be cut off then by him, making his comment about rest and medical an order. It was for their own benefit and he cut off any possibility of resistance being offered by them.

Nox at that point would then speak to the other wing and strike leaders, completing the siege/battle with a full lockdown.

/end
 
Top