Uprising in Hutta-Palace Rampage

[Darth Vrael]

Vrael scowled under his helmet as he stalked to the front of the lines, lightsaber blazing in one hand. He glared forward at the gate which was currently buckling under the weight of the current assault. The palace was ablaze with light, blasters flashing in the fading light of dusk. His forces had started assaulting a mere few minutes earlier, the squads of Sith troopers easily laying waste to the outer defenses. Now there was just the palace itself left, the final hurdle before turning this place into a smoking husk. The ramparts had long been abandoned by the defending forces, understandable after many had fallen to a few choice sharpshooters. Now his soldiers were currently emptying their heavier weapons on the gate to get them proper access.

Vrael couldn't care less who the palace belonged to, some minor noble among the Pyke crime families. No doubt the fool was gravely regretting his species recent choices. He was just here to do his part stamping out the rebellion while in the area, putting his considerable resources to the task. He'd had enough of rebellions, and as such was going to stomp on this one with all his might, because they had MANY OTHER THINGS to focus on.This palace would be the first of many, and his forces were currently devastating other parts of the planet. He stopped to behold the failing barrier for a moment, critically eyeing the shuddering structure. No doubt the defenders were inside bracing for an assault, which was coming soon.

Well, Vrael himself was going to be leading the charge inside. That recent duel had been quite stimulating actually, and he was enjoying the thrill of battle now. Not to mention the apparent morale boost he was inciting in the troops by fighting with them. He turned back to the soldiers huddled behind him, raising a fist into the air as he called out. "When if falls we charge in! Me and my group first, the rest of you provide backup after the initial attack!" He was met with a resounding HOORAH and more than a few war calls. Vrael nodded and turned back to the gate as it shuddered once more.

His "group" consisted of his two usual Massassi bodyguards, and a certain agent who had been set to this task as well. The agent was well welcomed over the alternative, a Sith who had already had and failed his chance. That Sith was currently on Gizer, likely failing over there was well too in some ill planned scheme. The Massassi were clad in Marauder armor, and each wielding a single glowing lightsaber in their thick red fists. They also each carried a single pugio blaster with them. The group were a terrifying sight, minus the failure, and were sure to strike fear into the enemy, partly why Vrael was leading with them.

Another flurry of shots rang out, and the gate crumpled away. Right on time, and Vrael ushered the two Massassi on as he charged in. Awaiting them were 14 Pykes, armed with blaster rifles and vibroswords, though they were lightly armored with only chest plates. Most of them were in a long line behind a tall makeshift barricade right before the actual palace entrance, ready to fire. Poor fools were about to get slaughtered.

@Gian Greydragon

 

[Qsan Torobah]

Q'san stood ready next to his Emperor, a man he saw as a worthy leader, charging headlong into battle with his men, on foot no less, was a quality sorely under-used by leaders this day and age. Not only to be part of the fight, but to lead the charge was a quality Q'san could wish to have as a leader someday. Knowing little about Vrael personally, he saw a man that believed in his Empire, and would not simply rest on his laurels.

"HOORAH!" Q'san replied, letting his Stun Scattergun fall on it's sling to it's side, as he took the more lethal Pugio Blaster Pistol out, and a grenade in the other hand.

When the gate crumbled, Q'san, along with the other soldiers behind him opened fire, taking down one of the Pykes with two shots to the chest, the other two bolts flew high and slammed into the palace wall. Q'san would make his way to the nearest bit of cover in the form of a storage crate, most likely left there as they hastily built a barricade of sorts, putting him to the left, and about ten meters away from the barricade. He threw a grenade, but it would be overthrown, behind the barricade. All it would do was it would draw the majority of the shooters' attention to his position. His cover would begin to be chipped away under the constant fire from five Pyke fighters.

 

[Darth Vrael]

There was no point in hanging back, not for him and his attendants really. Every moment they gave the group in front of them to recover was a lost moment they might need later. They needed to strike while the iron was hot and the Pykes were still processing the sight coming for them. Thus Vrael charged forward with the two Massassi right behind him lightsabers ready to deflect the oncoming barrage. The agent did his part, vanquishing one and drawing their fire, which lessened the number targeting the Emperor and his bodyguards. It was still a lot though, a torrent of blaster fire.

Their blades spun and danced in the air, each Sith moving fluidly through the bombardment as the force showed them the way. At first it seemed like they all might make it into melee range, but then they didn't. One of red Sith was forced to block a shot with his armored forearm, the shot halting his advance and disrupting his connection to the force. The red beast dove behind another storage crate just in time to avoid a kill shot. The other one just missed a block, the shot striking him square in the head as it zipped by his lightsaber by mere inches. Luckily he had a helmet on, but the impact still clotheslined him to the ground, wavering in and out of consciousness. Exposed and defenseless, the Sith wouldn't have lasted another moment if not for the Pykes finding themselves with a more pressing concern. Vrael, closing the last bit of distance and clearing the barrier into melee range.

With one quick swing Vrael made them regret it, bisecting one Pyke at the chest. His next swing was narrowly avoided, as the rest of the soldiers backed away from the very scary danger that had made itself known. Vrael scowled and pursued, ready to continue slicing them all up. Behind him, the Massassi behind the barrier started forward again, pulling out his blaster to aim a hasty shot. It missed, and the sudden attention draw forced the Massassi back behind his cover.
@Gian Greydragon

Spoiler: OOC

12 Pyke left

 

[Qsan Torobah]

Q'san's cover had mostly held up against the onslaught of blasterfire, and Q'san was now able to return fire hitting both of them in the chest, however, only one guard was incapacitated, and the other was able to return fire, but narrowly grazing Q'san's armor. Q'san stood, drawing his blaster pistol, and fired, taking down Guard 2, with a shot to the head. As he fell, Q'san broke from behind cover, and sprinted within the range of his jump-boots, bound forward and landed with all of his weight on Guard One's jaw, giving Vrael the time to make a counter move. Looking to keep the fight close, and personal let his scattergun off two more times at close range, taking out two more guards before he could take cover, ducking behind a supply crate behind the line.

@Narsi

 

[Darth Vrael]

Vrael was only barely aware of the Imperial Agent finally living up to his name. His focus was directed elsewhere, as he closed the distance between him and retreating Pyke forces. The first one died easily, Vrael impaled him right through the middle as the alien tried to bring his blaster up. He was slow in removing it, a blaster bolt from another mercenary pinging off his arm platting as he spun about. The Pyke really should've aimed better, as Vrael's next blow cleaved through his rifle and rendered it inoperable. Immediately he followed that strike up with a follow up swing, and ripped a ragged hole in the beings torso.

The alien fell whilst still clutching the useless weapon, trigger finger spazing out as it tried to react even as its owner died. Vrael let him, turning his focus to the next two in line with a deadly gaze that seared right through his visor and into the mercenaries hearts. They raised their weapons, he raised his lightsaber, and then one of them was struck down as duo of blaster shots struck first. The Massassi behind cover had finally gotten a chance to reemerge and aim properly, though one of his shots had missed. That miss cost the hulking red Sith, as the survivor of the ambush switched his aim and unleashed several bolts in response. The Massassi was forced to reflex block one with his remaining armored forearm, and was knocked backwards with the impact.

Vrael shoved the man's blaster to the side with the force, barely preventing a follow up shot that would've killed the other Sith. Too late the Pyke realized his mistake, trying to re-aim at the Sith Emperor currently closing in. Vrael was content to take his time as he closed in now, ready to deflect and strike at the opportune moment. They had actually made short work of these fools once closing the distance, as was to be expected. No longer was this an organized line of resistance with hearts and blasters ready. Already it had devolved into a chaotic situation, with the Pykes having multiple deadly enemies in close proximity and no clear path to victory. Even the earlier downed Massassi would likely be getting up soon.

Spoiler: OOC

Gian killed four, I got two, and the Massassi got one, 5 Pyke left

@Gian Greydragon

 

[Qsan Torobah]

Q'san spent the last to bolts of his scatterblaster, one bolt hitting two more Pykes, while the other flew far to the left, alerting them, and prompting one to charge with his vibroblade, swinging wildly, though, due to Q'san's heavy armor, he was not able to cut through, though damaging it slightly, with a glancing blow to the gauntlet arm. The Sith Agent immediately retaliated with a hard undercut to the Guard 3's ribs, hitting him with the stun function of his shockboxing gloves, and then taking him down with a Teras Kasi-style hip throw, landing him head first on the concrete, and snapping his neck. The fourth guard proved to be more elusive, dodging two bolts, before engaging him in melee, landing one heavy blow to Q'san's armored shoulder with his vibroblade, damaging the pauldron, but not destroying it, and pulled Q'san into a clench, wrapping one arm behind his head, and thrusting the vibroblade at his stomach, scoring a single thrust, before Q'san was able to grab the Pyke's wrist, locking them in a bind.

@Narsi

 

[Darth Vrael]

The last little group of five had most of their attention on him as he stalked forward. Understandable to be sure, but ultimately quite foolish as he was far from the only threat. The Agent tore right into them with his weapons and abilities. Two of them were dropped almost before understanding what had happened. In their rush to respond to this new threat, they once again had dropped their guard at a vital moment. Vrael took full advantage as Qsan and the Pyke grappled, charging forward to place a hand next to the alien's head. A bolt of fire erupted forth right from his palm and ripped through the mercenaries head, killing him instantly.

Off to the side, the still standing Massassi had engaged with the final remaining Pyke soldier. The red beast raised a hand and unleashed a torrent of lightning, a powerful bolt that would surely end whomever it struck. At the last moment, the mercenary tried a desperate juke to the side...and it worked. The force lightning missed by a clear foot and shot off into the distance to scorch a wall. The mercenary raised his blaster in response, about to fire a shot right through the suddenly exhausted Sith. Fortunately Vrael's lightsaber got there first, the thrown blur of red bisecting the alien before it could fire. Vrael shook his head at the other Sith as he summoned his lightsaber back to his hand, a clear sign of disappointment in the two.

"Go help out your brethren," he said, motioning towards the fallen Sith with his head. Then casting a glance around the compound for more foes. There were none he could see at least, save the smell of fear from those still inside the compound. Very appropriate for the situation, considering their outer defenses had just been utterly demolished, by two people for the most part. Right on cue the rest of his forces came pouring in, already unleashing bursts of blasterfire. Vrael turned to them and pointed towards the palace with his blade. "KILL ALL INSIDE, AND THEN BURN IT DOWN!" The groups of soldiers cheered and charged, knocking down the front doors and storming inside. It wouldn't take them long, that was for sure, what with the enthusiasm they were displaying.

Vrael looked to the agent, the one who had preformed most admirably. He gave the man a brusque nod and a "Well done" before walking away. There was still much to be done before the day was over, and regrettably he didn't have the time to be simply observing. The palace would just have to be burned down under the agents supervision.

All Pykes downed
/endthread @Gian Greydragon