Star Wars Rostu's Renegades: Return with the Jedi

IC: Bo-Yinko


Yinko absent squeezed the trigger of his heavy repeater, spinning the barrels but not firing. He was ambling around the team, half listening to what they were saying. His gun waved lazily back and fourth, his eyes apparently watching the ground in front of him. In reality he was keeping a watch on the horizon. His lazy weapon could easily be swung to any approaching threats and the spinning of the barrels just made his finger-to-fire time that much shorter. He was on the far side of the group when a shot rang out and blasted the Feeorin in the arm.

Yinko immediately dived for cover, rolling behind a rather large rock, he spared a glance in the direction the shot had come from. Nothing. His heavy repeater would do very little aside from make him a target. He considered his torpedo launcher but quickly decided against it. While it would definately vaporize the sniper...and the rocky outcropping, it would also call down all the mercs the Seps had hired. Plus, he only had 3 torpedoes with him.

"Lika, go hunting!" Yinko barked, pointing to the outcropping.

Like her older, human-formed brother, Lika was a hunter as well. She shot off in a perpindicular line from where he pointed, covering a hundred meters in a frighteningly short time. Her six legs pumped quickly as she bolted towards the outcropping, zig zagging between the rocks and bushes soundlessly, a blur that would end in a gorey death for anyone unlucky enough to still be around.

Yinko, staying low, moved over to his speeder back, still keeping his repeater pointed towards the outcropping.

"They know we are here now...but they don't know why. And this is an occupied city...a sniper is going to be waiting out here all alone, he will have back up." Yinko said evenly.

He resisted the urge to mount up, if the sniper was still out there the medic would be the first one shot.

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IC: Jai Hespera

It had all gone wrong. Already. They had sat about in the open without a care in the world. Jai berated herself for her lack of awareness as she instinctively fell off her bike to the side and unslung her rifle. Her opposite number had already taken action, but he had missed. She would make him pay for that, but first they had to get out of the kill zone. Judging by the lack of further shots, the Seps were going with the other tactic in such situations. Swoop in and slaughter them while they were still vulnerable. She moved to the side so that she could peer around her speeder bike. She saw the Codru-ji?s dog running toward the outcropping, searching for the enemy. ?Wrong,? she said to herself. ?He?s mine.? She aimed her rifle at the outcropping, waiting for him to pop up again. "They know we are here now...but they don't know why. And this is an occupied city...a sniper is going to be waiting out here all alone, he will have back up," said the Codru-ji. ?Exactly,? responded Jai, eye still on the target. ?You heavy weapons guys watch out for his backup. Whenever the Doc is ready we can get out of here.?

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Badlands, Moorja

There were five of them.

At first, an observer might have been forgiven for mistaking them for escape pods. From the front, that was exactly what they appeared to be.

Only if seen from behind would their true nature become clear: half-cylinders hovering vertically over the badlands, small rotary blaster cannons protruding from their undersides, while armored viewplates on the front hint that perhaps these pods were intended to move like this.

Repulsorcraft!

As soon as their spotter had reported in, the remaining mercenaries had quickly taken flight in their attack platforms. Remaining in any one place for too long would have brought them a swift end, so instead of setting up camp they had opted to leave a sniper in a secure location with a good view of the surrounding area while they concealed themselves and their repulsorcraft in nearby gullies.

Like the soaring hawk-bat preying upon the terrestrial granite slug, the five hunters streaked across the purple landscape toward their unsuspecting victims, blasters spinning in anticipation.

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IC: Octro Bazak

Forty-five seconds was up. "To hell with you all, I want to live. I'm heading away from where he shot from, back nearer towards our base of operations. There was a rocky outcropping there that would give us an advantage over any enemies apporaching from any direction but from the base. If you want to join me you can. If not, stay here and be killed. I'm gone."

Octro sped off, picking up his pack of supplies as he left. He kept his head down, it wasn't a great defense against a sniper, but better than none. It wouldn't be too long until he reached the outcropping, there he would set up with his blaster pointed towards where the others would come from and keep an eye out between the rocks. He just hoped he could get there before more Separatists showed up.

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IC: Napp
Moorja Badlands

Napp winced in pain as he reached for the grenade in his pocket. That right arm of his was going to be a real issue if he was stuck out in the line of fire for too long. The Rodian medic ran over to him with his medical backpack, opening it and starting the treatment process immediately. He cleaned and dressed the wound with a bit of bacta. Sure the arm felt better after this, but the wound had been deep, and this simple field cauterization wasn?t going to help it heal up any faster. However, at least the Medic had done his job, and maybe now the arm would be slightly useable in case this fight got even uglier. "Let's get the hell out of here, now. I don't care where we go, but we're obviously in plain sight of people who want to kill us." The Medic said. Napp partially agreed with him; stay out in this spot and face certain death. But, he wasn?t going to give up and limp back to base, either. That wouldn?t look good on his record, especially as Team Leader. He wasn?t one to give up, no matter the odds . . . OK, scratch that, unless the odds were stacked against him in a way where there was no way to win or at least get out of it unscathed. This was one of those times where he figured he could fight through the pain and do some major damage to the enemy.

The four-armed man had sent his dog-like thing into the rock outcropping where the sniper probably was hiding. He doubted that this would work; snipers could never be underestimated. But, on the other hand, maybe it would flush the sniper out. It was here that his military experience came to Napp; snipers were rarely alone. Given that the team already knew that a Separatist scouting party was out somewhere in the wastelands, it was extremely doubtful that a sniper would be out all alone just to harass them. No, more would come; only time would tell exactly what plan they had in store for the dysfunctional team he was a part of. "They know we are here now...but they don't know why. And this is an occupied city...a sniper is going to be waiting out here all alone, he will have back up,? the four-arm said. At least he understood this; maybe he would be a help after all.

Less than a minute later, the Rodian spoke once more. "To hell with you all, I want to live. I'm heading away from where he shot from, back nearer towards our base of operations. There was a rocky outcropping there that would give us an advantage over any enemies apporaching from any direction but from the base. If you want to join me you can. If not, stay here and be killed. I'm gone." With that, he ran to his speeder and prepared to flee the scene. ?Coward!? Napp grunted to no one in particular, the pain in his arm making him wince as he tried shouting out at the fleeing medic. If he left without the rest of the team, they would be down their only person knowledgeable in the science of combat medicine. In other words, they would be all alone against an unknown enemy without any medical support whatsoever. That Rodian was certainly new to all this; good soldiers never gave up their ground unless it was more strategic to fall back and regroup. Unfortunately for the Medic, the other team members were already preparing to engage here at this spot; when he got to this outcropping, he would probably be all alone, if not dead. Another flaw in his plan was drawing the party further in on the badlands towards the base; they didn?t need the Separatists to know exactly where the base was. Odds were that they already knew, but Napp didn?t want to take chances. Retreating to the base while being pursued by enemy forces wasn?t the best plan, especially if an ion storm came up and fried any form of defense the base had. They would be sitting ducks there, not to mention out on the route back there. Who knew if there were any more snipers or hidden forces they had already passed.

?You heavy weapons guys watch out for his backup. Whenever the Doc is ready we can get out of here,? The sniper said. Napp figured that this was a little late; the

 

IC: Corporal Talnar

When the shot hit Napp with an all-too sickening and familiar whump, Talnar rolled off her bike, cursing. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Maybe somebody should have asked the Major before they left who was in charge and then they would have had a plan and wouldn't had to have stopped and nobody would have gotten shot. Wouldn't that have been a nice thing to have thought of earlier? Too late now.

"Sniper! Get down!"

The Khil had crouched, pressing herself against the side of her bike, the quickest form of cover she had. Of course, the speeder bike also could explode, which didn't make it the best cover. Talnar swung the slug thrower rifle from over her shoulder and switched off the safety. With a clip loaded she was good to go now. She just needed to find the target. From her position against the bike she scanned the terrain in front of her to see if she could see the sniper, tell if she was exposed to fire. Based on how Napp had gone down, she doubted it. Angle didn't seem right.

Talnar heard a bike start up. She peeked over her own and saw the Rodian getting onto his speeder bike. "What the frak are you doing?" Talnar shouted, "Take cover!"

"They know we are here now...but they don't know why. And this is an occupied city...a sniper is going to be waiting out here all alone, he will have back up," Bo-Yinko said from behind a rock. Lucky him, he got a rock for cover. A rock couldn't explode.

"Exactly," Hespera said, scanning for the enemy sniper with her own rifle, "You heavy weapons guys watch out for his backup. Whenever the Doc is ready we can get out of here."

Turned out that was sooner rather than later. "To hell with you all, I want to live," Bazak said, "I'm heading away from where he shot from, back nearer towards our base of operations. There was a rocky outcropping there that would give us an advantage over any enemies apporaching from any direction but from the base. If you want to join me you can. If not, stay here and be killed. I'm gone."

Oh thanks a lot Mr. We-Need-A-Leader. What frakking good was a leader if everybody was just going to do their own thing? Didn't they know they were in an army now? Where you followed orders? "Oh for frak's sake," Talran said, not really caring how loudly she said it. Their medic was leaving the group. The medic who had just patched up Napp. The medic who had, essentially just condemned them to death in his mind. That was really increasing their odds tremendously. Rule #1: don't leave the group. Didn't anybody know what Rule #1 was?

"Coward!" Napp grunted. Okay, somebody else did know what Rule #1 was. Well that was a start.

But they needed him. Though it was probably a waste of slugs, Talran poked over her bike, raised her rifle, and let off two bursts of three rounds each of suppressing fire in the general direction of the sniper to hopefully give cover Bazak. When she'd finished she got back behind her bike, which was when it hit her. Bo-Yinko was right. You didn't just leave a sniper out in the middle of nowhere. It was a scout. So the Separatists could communicate with each other. That wasn't good. Turns out her earlier plan had sucked.

Reinforcements were probably on their way. It might be useful to find out if they'd already found the squad. Talran scanned the terrain in 45 degree increments with her rifle ready to fire. Standard procedure. Even if nobody else knew it Talran was going to follow it because standard procedure kept you alive, including in some non-standard situations. It was in this way that she caught sight of five glints in the sky. Talran's eyes narrowed as she tried to make them out in the distance.

When she'd said that maybe the Separatists should find them, she didn't mean like this. "We've got some more company!" Talran shouted, "Two o'clock!" She hoped that people would understand she meant her two o'clock since everyone else was turned in different directions.

Talran was goi

 

Badlands, Moorja

One of the Republic speeder bikes roared to life and tore away from the rest of the pack. Going for help, or desertion? The difference was an academic one to the mercenaries. Either way, he would die.

Two of the five repulsorcraft peeled away from the group in pursuit. Mindful of the remaining enemies, they took great care not to angle too far to one side and expose their vulnerable backs.

In the distance, a rocky outcropping suddenly became considerably less rocky as a portion of it rose ponderously into the air and revealed itself as a cleverly camouflaged sixth attack platform, piloted by the team's sniper. Taking aim at the canine quadruped rapidly approaching his position, the sniper thumbed the switch on top of his repulsorcraft's control stick and let loose a stream of blasterfire.

The three remaining mercenaries were bearing down quickly on their prey when the counterattack began. Their half-shells rendered them almost impervious from the front, the pods' armor crafted from a thinner version of the plating used on starship hulls and their viewplates made of a special glass that would dissipate any stray blaster shots that happened to find their mark.

Nobody had said anything about slugs, however. As the lead pod was peppered with projectiles, a lucky shot struck the viewplate, shattering it instantly on contact and punching a hole through the visor of the pod's pilot. The kinetic energy of the shot combined with his death-spasm hurled pilot's body out the open back of the pod and into the air, tripping the repulsorcraft's acceleration lever in the process.

Now robbed of its pilot, the pod accelerated rapidly as it spiraled out of control - toward the Republic soldiers!

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OOC: Trieste, You can us UR for me if its faster, ^_^

IC: Bo-Yinko
Location: Badlands, Moorja


Yinko was surveying their surroundings, looking for dust clouds or other signs that reinforcements were on the way. He stepped away from his rocky cover, moving cautiously. He was fairly sure the sniper was gone. Behind him the whine of the a speeder bike engine caught his attention. The Rodian medic had jumped on and blasted away.
"Coward" He heard the Feeorin grunt.

Yinko had to agree. New squad or old, you don't leave your teammates behind. No one would be left behind, dead or alive. He would probably be dragging the dead Rodian's body back to camp.
Filth. Yinko thought to himself again. As far as he was concerned all Rodians gave hunters a bad name.

Another sound drew Yinko's attention, off in the distance five pods were moving toward them, quite rapidly. They looked to be simple repulsorcrafts. Probably armored in the front anywhere from one to four blaster cannons. Since they were fighting mercenaries, that probably meant the backsides would be vulnerable.

Yinko hustled over to his speeder bike with Winona in his left hands. He reached down and brought his second heavy repeater to bear in his right hands. Drachtnath was etched into one of the six barrels of this weapon. Blaster fire broke his concentration as he was getting locked and loaded. A sixth craft had risen from the outcropping was blasting something out of his sight range. He could still see the coward on his speeder bike, that meant it was probably Lika. He knew his sister could handle herself. He cocked Winona and then Drachtnath and then rose to his feet, ready to bring to bear his considerable fire power.

Two of the crafts were quickly approaching the medic, the sixth had been sniped by the Khil and was careening dangerously towards them. The remaining three attack crafts were bearing down, weapons ready. Yinko reacted swiftly, disabling the air brakes on two of the bikes, he solidly kicked each one, sending them a dozen meters out of the path of the careening craft. He glanced at the Khil taking cover behind another bike.

"Move, Corporal! I will cover you." Yinko said in a deep voice. "Napp, see if you can 'persuade' that craft to go another direction"

Yinko then stepped clear of his comrades and opened up with his heavy repeaters on the three attack crafts heading their way. Each repeater had six barrels that began to spin rapidly. The explosive quarrels he was using slowed down the firing rate to about two shots per second. He unleashed his fire storm, providing heavy cover fire for Corporal Talnar and hopefully unleashing hell on his attackers.

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OOC: I'm a bit glad to see none of you really trusted a Rodian that much. How many heroic Rodian's can you even think of? Haha! Don't worry, I'm not going to purposefully screw you all over though. I'll try my best to make it back. At least I've narrowed down the enemies you must kill.

IC: Octro Bazak

Two crafts were coming up behind him fast. Well, frak. This had ended up great. Octro had not lived as a Bounty Hunter because he was lucky, however. He turned to get a view of the crafts chasing him. They had a sort of half shield blocking an attack from the front.

Octro began weaving back and forth, he'd be a harder target to hit that way, although slower, but that would suit him just fine. Octro drew his trusty DT-57 and headed towards a very nicely rounded large rock. Octro, just before coming up on the rock pushed his bike to the limits, gaining quite a bit of speed, then he used the rock to propel his bike into the air, jumped off of it spun around and had time to fire two shots at one of the pursuers over his shield and the other pursuer once, much lower, but still with a moderate chance of passing over their shields, now that they had gained plenty of ground on Octro. Octro landed roughly on his side and rolled down the rock, checking for his punch dagger in his boot. When he bent to feel for the dagger what when it hit him. The pain surged across his side. He reckoned he had broken at least three ribs and one or two places in his left arm. Octro had been in tight spots, but he'd never pulled off something like that before, he was usually the sneak to kill kind of guy. He hid behind the speeder, waiting to see his success or failures.

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Badlands, Moorja

The mercenaries weren't stupid. As soon as the fleeing Rodian became airborne, they leaned back simultaneously, angling their forward shields to deflect fire coming from above.

What blasterfire didn't pass over their heads pinged harmlessly off their plating, and the sudden silence that followed told them that their mission was nearly done. Jumping off a moving bike at that speed while airborne, surely the impact had killed the suicidal Rodian. Nobody could have survived that.

Tilting their repulsorcraft forward, the two mercenaries peered through their viewplates as they descended toward the ground, searching for the Rodian's body. The sooner they found it, the sooner they could return to the others and help finish off the remaining hostiles.

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IC: Jai Hespera

The dog had flushed him out, although she hadn?t counted on his having such a heavily armored assault platform. Once his cavalry came out, he felt secure in the momentum of his attack. That and a thick armored viewplate. How thick though? Thick enough to deflect a high-caliber magnetically accelerated round? Jai thought not. With a slight movement, he was in her sights, and she fired at him. She reloaded, fired, reloaded, fired again. That should do it. It was a pity he hadn?t let her have a more unimpeded shot, but that was life. She looked back to the others. The Rodian had bolted, the Khil and Codru-ji stood their ground. The three craft approaching the squad appeared to be taken care of, so Jai swung her sights over to the pursuit of the Rodian. There was his bike, without him on it. The two repulsor craft descended to search for him. Leaving their backs completely open. Jai squeezed off a shot at the one on her left, waited for a new round in the chamber, then fired at the one on her right.

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Badlands, Moorja

The Republic sniper's first shot passed straight through his viewplate - to no effect! The mercenary sniper had seen one of his allies go down and quickly surmised the cause: the enemy had a formidable shooter armed with a weapon capable of penetrating the repulsorcraft's one vulnerable point on their side.

Belonging to the diminutive Brubb species, it had been a simple matter to duck down low enough to protect his head from any stray slugs, though that same protective measure also forced him to pilot the craft blind.

Without slowing to see if his shots had struck the approaching quadruped, the Brubb sniper and his repulsorcraft continued to speed toward the Republic soldiers, spewing a relentless stream of crimson blasterfire.

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The two mercenaries pursuing the fleeing Rodian had expected that the enemy sniper would have more important things to worry about - a fatal mistake. The mass accelerator rounds struck their targets heavily and tore through their armor like flimsiplast, entering through the back and exiting out the front in the space of a second. Barely slowed by the process of passing through their bodies, the rounds impacted on the repulsorcraft's control panels and shredded their delicate control systems.

Durasteel shrieked as it met durasteel, and the two attack platforms fell to the earth with a mighty crash, their shells encasing their deceased pilots like a pair of massive coffins.[hr]Of the three attack platforms assaulting the Republic soldiers, two now remained. Hammered by a storm of explosive quarrels, they quickly descended toward the ground, their pilots keeping their heads down all the way. Landed side by side, the makeshift bulwark provided them momentary cover while they prepared a defense of their own.

A fist-sized silver sphere soared up from behind the landed repulsorcraft, arcing toward their four-armed foe.

[i]Flash-bang grenade![/i][/blockquote]
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IC: Octro Bazak

Octro heard the two crafts hit the ground, that was strange because he knew he couldn't have hit any of their systems. It must of been one of his team mates, the sniper. Octro rolled over to catch his breath, there was blood pouring out his side. Had he not been a doctor there was now possible way to survive that fall, but he knew exactly where to land on his side. That didn't mean it wouldn't hurt like hell though. Octro got his backpack and managed to bandage himself up. That side would be practically useless until he got it some real medical attention, but at least he wouldn't bleed out. Octro laid there like a slug, gaining the power to get up back onto his bike and see if he could make it back to the team. There's absolutely no way they'd be happy with him, but they'll be happier than being without a medic. Maybe, just maybe he could play it off as some sort of plan.

Octro wasn't going to get up real soon though, he would wait for the sounds of blaster fire to be over before he made it back to the group. He won't be of any use until the pain goes down a litte, as it should shortly, and he's of less use dead when they see him get up. Octro laid there and nursed his wounds the best he could, setting his bones in his arm.

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IC: Corporal Talnar

Talnar ducked back behind the speeder bike when her clip was out to eject and reload. When she came up again in cover, she saw one of the hovercraft coming towards them--and in a manner that suggested it wasn't exactly being piloted.

"Move, Corporal! I will cover you," Yinko shouted deeply.

Somethings you didn't need to be told twice. Yinko's invitation to get to better cover was one of them. With both hands on her rifle, the Khil bolted for the safety of the rocks near Yinko with as much speed as her legs could give her. She slid into cover behind the first available one she could find while Yinko drew the attention of the mercs.

When she peeked out from behind the rock, she saw that the crafts had landed. This was a good thing--potentially. It was a lot better than them being in the air, that was for sure.

Something sailed from one of the craft. Talnar didn't know what it was, but she knew it wasn't good. She dropped her rifle next to her, naturally not in the open, and curled into a protective ball behind the rock, her eyes screwed shut.

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IC: Napp
Moorja Badlands

It had been a hectic last few minutes. The Rodian Medic had drawn off two of the enemy repulsorcraft on his mad dash back towards the base, the team sniper had fatally crippled one of the other enemy craft, and now there were fewer overall craft. However, that was the easy part; the crippled craft screamed towards his group, its pilot either dead or unconscious. In a few moments, if he wasn?t dead, the mercenary probably would meet a grim fate as his makeshift craft nailed a rock. Napp realized that it wouldn?t work to fire at the craft, as they seemed heavily shielded on the front side, so it would be a waste of ammo to fire at it, not to mention putting him in harm?s way. No, he was going to let it pass; hopefully it would just keep on going until crashing somewhere in a massive fireball.

"Napp, see if you can 'persuade' that craft to go another direction,? said the four-armed team member. Napp stood his ground; he needed time to think. OK, so what did he know about the enemy forces? There were three attack platforms coming straight at them, two of them probably piloted. The other one was the dangerous one in terms of potentially colliding with the team or the surrounding rocks. The two piloted craft both had decent weapons capabilities, which meant that stepping out from cover would be suicidal. Instead, he would have to use the rocks as cover before pulling anything out of his bag of tricks. The Khil woman ran for cover as Napp thought these facts through, making herself into a ball shape next to a particularly large rock. They just didn?t make those army types fearless anymore, did they?

This was when Napp realized that the platforms screaming towards them had stopped, followed by something being thrown into the air. It was shiny, and too small to be a mine or homing missile. No, it was a grenade, a Flash-Bang to be exact. That would be just enough to distract him and his comrades . . . again, he thought comrades . . . they were not his comrades . . . he would just have to deal with them until the end of the mission . . . No, they were just an inconvenience, and were still green in his opinion. He would have to do this the old-fashioned way. There was no way he could detonate the grenade on its trajectory; that would just make it more effective, even more so than it probably would be in being thrown in the first place.

Napp reached into his pack and pulled out a Frag Grenade. Before the mission, he had made sure to stock up on these kinds of items. If the enemy mercenaries wanted to play rough, he would gladly oblige. Pulling the pin on the grenade, he used his still-serviceable left arm and hurled it towards the direction where the two craft were temporarily sitting. Even if this didn?t puncture their armor, hopefully it would serve as a distraction long enough for the Flash-Bang?s effects to wear off. And, if he was lucky, one, if not both, of those craft would be slightly disabled, which would given the rest of the team enough time to counterattack. After throwing the grenade, Napp dove to the nearest rock, which he hoped was far enough away from the impact zone that he would not be as affected as some of the others. If they were going to survive this, he needed to be thinking straight. Who knew what would be coming next?

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Badlands, Moorja

Smoke and light and fire and steel filled the air.

None of the Republic soldiers were so unlucky as to be crushed to death by an out-of-control escape-pod-on-stims, but a certain Khil's speeder bike was not so fortunate. Both repulsorcraft quickly vanished in a raging inferno that sent a wave of fire crashing into the rock the soldiers were using for shelter.

The flash-bang grenade touched earth and roared as the Feeorin's frag grenade spewed deadly shrapnel in all directions. Though those who had been quick enough to place something solid between themselves and the explosions were spared the temporary blindness and the storm of flying metal, the deafening noise was considerably harder to avoid. Even the mercenaries, shielded as they were behind their armored repulsorcraft, felt the effects through their helmets.

Now was not the time to be distracted, however, and the sound-dampeners in their helmets had been sufficient to prevent any serious ill-effects from the grenade. Blaster rifles blazing, they emerged from either side of their makeshift bulwark, determined to put an end to their enemy before they recovered.

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IC: Octro Bazak

The pain had gone down substantially. It was no longer a deadly roaring of pain on his side, but rather a soreness that emerged as a roaring beast of pain when he moved. No matter, he would have to ignore it, his group would need his help. A large noise filled the air. The ones left over there would be almost paralyzed by the noise, Octro definitely felt it as well, but he could maintain thought and steadiness. Octro raised his blaster, the long range attachment would come in handy here. He was no sniper, but he had no choice but to try.

The enemy mercenaries emerged guns ablazing. Perfect, they're so concerned with hitting their targets that they're moving slow enough for me to have less than the 1 in 100 odds he had before. He took aim at one of the mercs and fired three shots to, if nothing else, distract them from their targets. The Rodian then hid behind his cover again, praying SOMETHING would work out from this.

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IC: Corporal Talnar

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Was that the right way to describe the ringing in Corporal Talnar's ears? Now wasn't the time to figure it out. All she knew was that when she opened her eyes she couldn't hear a thing--except the ringing, of course. What she could see from the less sheltered side of the rock were blaster bolts whizzing by.

"Funny, I've never not heard blaster bolts before," Talnar said. She thought she was just thinking this, but she was actually saying it aloud.

Talnar looked around and found her rifle--luckily unharmed. She picked it up and adjusted her grip into the familiar one. The Khil got on her feet and stood behind the rock enough to be able to fire, but not much more than that. There were blaster bolts coming towards her and no need to expose more of herself than needed.

The two mercs had left the cover of their repulsorcraft and were firing at them. This was what Talnar did well. She brought the rifle up and fired off three shots at the closest merc to her position.

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IC: Jai Hespera

Jai looked up from her scope, satisfied with those last two shots. She turned to see how the rest of the squad fared.

Flash. BANG.

The sounds of the firefight became muffled, indistinct beneath the roar that filled her ears. And her eyes? she was nothing without her eyes. Like a hawk, a sniper espied their prey, then took it without warning. Jai?s wings were clipped. Helpless, she lay prone, making a smaller profile for the mercenaries.

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Badlands, Moorja

One of the mercenaries went down quickly, his chest torn apart by a pair of slugs. His finger pinned down the trigger of his blaster rifle even in death, spewing a random spray of laserfire as he fell.

Whether or not his partner noticed his death, it did not slow him in the slightest. His sole concern was finding and putting a blaster bolt through the brain of the four-armed Republic soldier who had forced them down, and anyone else who got between them.

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IC: Corporal Talnar

Talnar watched the merc she'd targeted go down. With her the military focus and precision that had been drilled into her by training she brought her rifle around to target the second merc.

"This is why I joined the Army!" the Corporal said, still thinking she was just thinking it, and off went another three shots directed towards the lone...oh wait no...where was that sniper?

As soon as the shots went off, Talnar ducked behind the rock again. That sniper could be trying to line up a bead on her.

"Guys!" Talnar shouted, not thinking that probably none of them could hear her, "Where's their sniper?"

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Badlands, Moorja

As if on cue, the Brubb's repulsorcraft hurtled into the scene, careening wildly into the remaining mercenary and hurling his body into the air. Flying blindly and unaware of the impact, the sniper brought his attack platform around for another run.

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IC: Napp
Moorja Badlands

Things in the last minute had been a blur. Napp had curled up as close as he could to the nearest rock right before the familiar sound of a Flash-Bang grenade exploding hit his ears. He kept his eyes shielded to keep them protected from the blinding flash that would result, and had dropped his weapon to try and cover his ears. However, that was rather inadequate, and his hearing had virtually disappeared seconds later. Now he was in the middle of a firefight with no ability to hear anything. Until the temporary deafness subsided, he would have to rely on his eyes to get himself out alive.

The Khil woman had stood up and fired three shots in the direction of the mercenaries. Hopefully she would hit one of them, which would leave the team with just one enemy remaining. It was then that he remembered the sniper; where had he gone? Napp took a quick glance above a nearby rock; he saw one of the mercenaries dead on the ground, with the other one trying to shoot the four-armed man with a volley of crimson blaster fire. Almost on cue, a heavily-camoflauged hovercraft came and wiped out the other mercenary, shooting his limp body into the air like a rag doll. Well, that was simple; the sniper had killed an ally. He certainly wasn?t good at anything except shooting, because even halfway-decent pilots didn?t run over friendlies. The guy was obviously new to this whole scheme, and now was the only enemy left in the area.

Still not able to hear, Napp crouched down low as he saw the sniper?s platform come around for another pass. He grasped his blaster pistol; if the others failed to bring him down, he would. Making sure he was out of sight of the enemy craft, he sat there and waited. That was all he could do for now, because his deafness prevented him from being able to draw a bead on the enemy craft. Poking his head too far above the rocks would get him killed, so he had to keep a low profile. For now, he would wait.

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IC: Bo-Yinko
Location: Moorja

Yinko barely noticed the small sphere arcing over the crafts. His explosive quarrels were loud and distracting. He did, however, notice to the stream of dirt as it hit the ground. He was halfway around a rock when the sphere exploded. He felt the concussive blast, and could feel something running down over his lips. He licked his lips, blood. His nose was bleeding. The inserts in his ears had protected him from the disorienting sonic blast but he was wearing no eye wear and was temporarily blinded. He moved himself behind a rock and took a deep breath. He then heard a quick yip from his sister Lika. The wyrwulf was bounding towards them, approaching the last craft from behind. She had a singed flanked from a near miss but had survived.

Yinko thought quickly...last few seconds before the flash bang...no one should be where the mercenaries attacked from. Yinko rose and squeezed off a volley in the directions of the two landed crafts and then got back down. He was beginning to make out shapes and would be able to see in a few minutes.

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IC: Corporal Talnar

Talnar stuck her head out from behind the rock to see if the mercenary was still firing away. She checked where she'd shot last...and didn't see him. She quickly swept over the field of battle and found him sprawled on the ground.

"Wonder how that happened," Talnar thought. Wait, did she actually hear herself say that? Maybe she was getting her hearing back. Wouldn't that be bully?

She looked around, trying to find the sniper on his repulsorcraft, swinging around in a nice banking turn to come around and face them again. Talnar didn't expect to take another one down, but she did hope that perhaps she could give the others some time to do something of greater damage--or at least keep the sniper busy. With six shots already gone in her clip of slugs, Talnar switched from looking around the rock to come back above it, her rifle raised.

"Covering fire!" Talnar shouted again, still unsure of whether anyone else could hear her. She closed one eye to focus on the sniper's craft and fired off ten slugs at the craft.

Tag: TLI/BobaMatt, UR, JEDI

OOC: Just a thought...I can't seem to find a Clone Wars era slughtrower automatic rifle to get a size of what a decent clip size would be. Any one aware of one or should I just make it up?