Log:For Kijimi

For Kijimi

OOC Date: February 10, 2020
Location: CRS Perseverance, Deep Space
Participants: Zorii Bliss, Hadrix Kora, Kryll Red, Grom, Narsai Ordo, Tara Sur, Merek, Sajin, Aryn Cole

The battle is intense with fighters silently whipping about in the void shooting at one another while the listing ionized cruiser and corvettes that house the flotilla of Kijimi refugees is terrorized by pirates who have boarded and begun to enslave. Despite the battle, their mission aboard the Perseverance remains the same. Capture everyone and load them up.

Contrary to the slaving pirates is the boarding party which comprises our heroes. Each from all walks of life have banded together for a common good. With their ship landing in what's considered a 'hot landing zone', which is nothing more than a massively crowded shuttle bay aboard the cruiser, the crew is given a window to prep for action before the ramp is lowered and their last shield against danger is removed.

Among this group is the small, unassuming blonde doctor, Aryn Cole. She wears a green and brown tunic, with a white (green trimmed) cape that's broached just over her shoulders. With the First Order on the decline, the doctor has left her sword behind and instead carries the hilt of a Jedi Knight, a lightsaber. She unhooks it from her belt and holds it in her right, gloved hand. Aryn looks about to see if the others are ready, then she makes it known that she's ready.

SNAP-HIISSSSS.

The brilliant sapphire blue hue of her lightsaber blade extends to its full length and hums idly by the Alderaanian Princess' side. Her offhand rises to tuck her hair back, and she lowers the weapon in a sporting duelist's stance, held back with her caped brushed to one side.

"Ready yourselves for battle!" She warns, her accented voice hardly the source for any sort of battle motivation, but the humming of the weapon set her apart from the rank and file.

Merek snaps on each piece of his armor, while he places the helmet with a nice orange faceplate upon it to the black-white half plate. He then keeps a hand upon the main railing while they begin to settle in. There's a click while he checks his EL-718, Tara and Hadrix, Sajin and Narsai. Even the Grom would know that man, while he nods to the party. He then places both hands upon the weapon while he lines up towards the landing exit.

Dl-44 on one hip, Theed Arm's S5 on the other, the helmeted form of Sajin King of Drik draws the former weapon from it's holster and check the charge on it. He had plenty left. He wasn't wearing his power armor, no. Instead he was sealed in his lighter Void Armor. Similar if not more well rounded perks to that set, reduced protection but that didn't always matter. The plates were a dark grey, the trip yellow, and he himself also wore a cape. Yellow inseam, dark grey leather on the outside. Really, he could wear it either way. <<"Ready...">> He said through his Vocorder in a deep raspy tone. He was always ready to fight, it was his duty as King to serve his queen as her Primary General.

Clad in his heavy armor, a glowing bulb barely visible behind the obsidian of the T-Visor that is his window to the world, Hadrix looms - an old e-11 clutched in a pistol grip, the stock gone, the weapon looking... well small in the massive Mandalorian's hands. Shoulders rising and falling his head moves as if speaking to himself, a mantra on his lips before his externals click and his glass and gravel voice, with contrasting posh upper tier Coruscanti accent, emitting;

<"If you have light armor, you may use me for cover, make sure to announce you are on my six, tap my shoulder to show where we're intending to turn. I am not giving quarter to slaver or pirate scum. These are not sentients. They're rabid akk-dogs. I will treat them as such.">

A warning and offer, maybe unneeded - but he's nipping arguments in the bud early while the pit of rage at the center of him screams to get loose, a dark spot in the force. Focused hate and anger to a spear point waiting to be thrust.

Space he wanted a cigarra...

Fully armed and armored, Kryll sits with the rest of the combatants flying towards the ship. Having completed his weapon and armor checks, he looks to the Doctor who has upgraded her weapon options. As he speaks, his voice is augmented from his helmet, <"Well then, it seems you've certainly been hiding some tricks all this time. It seems we all have histories we have kept to ourselves."> he bows his head slightly, <"Princess."> he turns to Grom, acknowledging the large individual with a second nod. <"It is good to see you again, large one."> he raises his blaster slightly, <"A barrel has been found, and served well. Thank you.">

Grom had spent the laser-rocked flight to their destination speaking to his weapons. It seems he was imagining an argument between "Little Hissing Gun", "Big Roaring Gun", "Sparkle Stick", and "Axe." The weapons could only agree that none of them wanted "Bomb" to win the argument. In the end, after threatening the inanimate objects that he would fight with are hands if they could not agree, Axe appears to have won, for now. Kryll's greeting earns a toothy smile. "This is good, Little Pew Pew Human! MAY YOUR PEWS BE BOTH MANY AND MIGHTY." Then Aryn is bidding them be ready for "BATTLE. Grom is ALWAYS ready for battle, Tiny Queen of Troubled Humans."

Amongst the fighters and corvettes is the Wauf and a quartet of fighters engaging the pirates in the pitched space battle while the leader of that rag-tag group is already landed on the Preserverance. They'd come upon this anarchy transporting two new refugees and immediately scrambled fighters to engage, receiving the distress signal in system, contrary to the collective of heroes who have come together to aid the haggard survivors of Kijimi.

New signatures errupt with Resistance and Civilians imerging from Hyperspace and Zorii Bliss links up with the gathered crew aboard the Mando'a ship. The precise nature of her fury is hidden behind her bronzium helmet, but it's fair to say that she's in a killing mood. These are all the remain of her people, that she swore to protect and see to a safe new world. She has precious little left in this galaxy to give her much of anything remotely like joy or hope..

Now pirates and slavers intend to test the preverbial waters of her vengences reach?

They picked the wrong kriffin' refugees.

Narsai was here, armored and armed. A week ago, the woman had disappeared for a time, vanishing after the celebrations of the battle of Exegol for a few days only to return without word or explaination. Something sinister, or perhaps merely visiting loved ones? It didn't matter, because the redhead woman was here and armed to the teeth, ready to work. She'd greeted Aryn with a nod before joining the other Mandalorians, her W-35 at hand. Hadrix's offer? That had her giving a little nod and a chuckle. <<Just try to keep up ner Vod, I'm not planning on leaving any alive either."

Tara had never liked pirates, and had always been willing to take time off of hunting to deal with them. Pirates /AND/ slavers? That made the chiss' trigger finger itchy, and was another thing 'serious enough' to risk getting involved with Jedi. So here she is, Magboots firmly locked to the deck, left hand on a grab rail, right hand drumming against the grip of her Sentinel IV. WHen the ship settles, she draws both pistols, positioning herself behind Narsai. This is personal for her. Those she's familiar with get a brief nod, but her mind is on the battle ahead. Her armor's just as scuffed but well cared for as always, although those familiar with it would notice the distinctive sheen of beskar in the blaster scarring on her helmet and pauldrons.

"It was for survival, my friend. Now you know why Lofty.. and my champion.." A thumb hiked to the hulking Grom, "..have been so protective of my company." Aryn says to Kryll, bowing her head in return. The Jedi is not taking the front of this formation. She's no soldier, and is certainly not as experienced as the others on this vessel. Narsai receives a nod, and Grom's assurance that he is always ready for conflict earns a subtle grin from the short blonde. She was amused with his enthusiasm.

When all had established they were ready, the ramp comes down. Spilling ahead, the view pans to a massive hangar bay with suspended ships on cranes, crates strewn across the bay, and ships parked and landed. They are not alone here as many of the Kijimi people have been situated on the deck, bound by binders and left to lay on the ground, patrolled and lorded over by some TWENTY pirates in this bay.

These pirates are not stupid. They are dug in behind cover and ready to repel the boarding party. "HOLD YOUR GROUND, MEN!" One of the pirates declare. Then, the battle begins!

Merek nods a bit to Princess Cole, and waits while the order is given. Then he begins to advance while he sweeps a knife from the holster which is upon the hip, making for cover while he takes three shots at the pirates. The fact they were prepared with cover keeps the men safe while he manages to take up position, then he takes a moment to position the weapon along the pistol. <<"I'm at first position cover, we have twenty forces advancing, possibly more as well.">> The longspear on the man's back a selonian make.

Sajin turns his head towards Grom, tilting his head to the side as the debate between his weapons ensues. <<"It's always the Ax. Maybe next time, fella's">> He then turns his head forward oncemore and waits for the doors to open. As laser fire poors in, the King of Drik is off the ramp quickly, leveling his pistol and pouring as many shots down range as he can. One, the first one, clips a Pirate in the torso. Shooting while moving wasn't an easy feat, and so the other two with the recoil not helping his ever changing sight picture, go wide. THey add to the confusion though, and the chaos... and possibly keep attacking heads down and off the others that may follow.

Striding from the gangplank, blaster raised and following Sajin's field of fire like tracers, stitching fire across battle lines, one taken across the shoulder while bolts go wide and another finds its way to the blaster wound made by the hapan while the big man strides forward, ever forward.

<"Target down, assisting. Good shot, Sajin. Grom, on your next swing, fall back. I am engaging shipboard ordinance."> speakers dialed up to battlefield mode, making him audible clear to Coruscant.

The pirates talk of holding ground? "That is not your ground! That is GROM'S ground, AND GROM SHALL HOLD IT," the massive Houk bellows as he.. he just runs with huge thundering footsteps straight at them. Rather than going around their cover, the big idiot tries to cleave *through* the barricade, doing horrific damage to a durasteel crate, but absolutely no harm to the pirates in the process. "Also, GROM IS HERE. Just... in case that was not yet clear," he informs the enemies, helpfully.

Moving out slowly behind others who may be running ahead for cover, he simply raises his rifle, vibrodagger in his left hand using his forearm as a brace and steps out with Hadrix, firing downrange into the pirates using coverd. His first shot combines with one that Hadrix had already hit, blasting him in the torso and putting him down. The second hits another target in the right arm, and he spins out of sight. <<Two down, covering Grom, collapse their flanks.>>

Double fisting blasters, Zorii follows the others down the ramp at an even pase. She zeroes in on targets who pop up to return fire in their direction and points both barrels in ones direction to blow him clean out of his boots with both her powerful blasters. DEFINITELY using Hadrix, the big armored mandalorian that he is, as cover. She's unbashful about it even. Ducking out from around him to fire as they advance.

Adancing in the charge, Narsai's red and black armored figure moves forwards, her weapon held in both hands while the blaster fire fills the air and the calls come from both sides. Her heavy W-35 rings out even as the Pirate calls for his men to hold their ground, but Narsai doesn't slow in the slightest. They could hold the line all they wanted, but the shorter Mandalorian had every intention of breaking through.

<"Oya! Ca'nara at ash'amur aruetiise!"> Tara charges down the ramp after Narsai, helmet speakers cranked high to be heard over the roar of battle. SHe opens up with twin pistols, the heavy bolt from the Sentinel dropping one pirate where he stands, a hole through his chest. The one next to him suffers a similar fate, double tap to the throat and face. <"Oya Kijimi!">

The fight is intense and blaster fire is traded in a heated fashion. The air, at first for those who wore no helmet, smelled recycled. Now? It smelled of burned ozone. Voices echo out over the chaos as Pirates begin to feel the sting of a good boarding action. Bodies fall from intense fire, and the people of Kijimi cheer from their huddled positions on the ground, unable to help fight for their freedom, but living vicariously through the heroes who can.

A single pirate seems to take flight. It's not clear if he has a jetpack, but judging from his trajectory (after being flung across the hangar to collide with a parked fighter), he was not appended under his own power. The source of this phenomenon was Aryn, who used her free hand to take hold of him, and thrusted her arm forward, subsequently spelling his jettison from the battle. He slid down and laid on the ground, breathing out in a high pitched 'ow' tone.

Merek looks to the pirates from the cover while blaster fire exchanges between the parties. Then he looks to the one that looks like he's moving back into the fight. One strike true it goes through his stomach, bringing him to the hangar floor, while he shifts that attention back to the pirates.

<<"Yeah!">> Sajin's distorted rough voice echo's through his helm's speakers as Grom is bringing his Ax down. <<"You've walked onto ROYAL LAnd... Don't you see all the Royal people here?! You're finished!">> Maybe he was a little over the top, but the Handsome Hapan wasn't known for his rousing speaches and charimatic demeanor. He was known as a gullible dimwitted Janitor who could most definatly kill a person in quick order. So that's what he did, two bolts slamming into a pirate while one goes wide into the bulk head, taking down the scum with a shower of sparks and billow of smoke.

When he declared cover he meant it, striding towards, blaster bolts ricocheting off of his armor, one curving across the dome of his helmet and then sparks explode before him. There's a grunt and a reverberating crackle of static that seems born of bloom of vaporized metal.

He twists, the arm drawing ordinance thrown wide and sending the rod shape of the cryoban flying harmlessly to one side while Hadrix roars, leaning forward and starting to pick up speed towards the pirates.

Kryll continues his slow advance with the others, and lays down some more deadly fire. Two blaster shots hit another pirate, first in the torso and then the leg as he's flung up from behind cover to fall out of sight. A steady pace, and he tracks and marks targets for those with the appropriate helmetware as they show themselves.

Promptly upon informing the enemy that he is here, Grom is shot in the side. Turning to peer at the shokter, Grom booms, "Oh, THERE you are! Grom mistook you for a box! HA HA HA YOU DIE NOW, SHOOTY BOX MAN." The laughter shifts seamlessly into a declaration of murder and an axe blow that lops the slaver into two uneven pieces, splattering adjascebt pirates with vitae.

Hadrix provide sthe perfect shield for Zorii's approach, but peeking out from around the hulking Mandalorian isn't nearly as easy when a cryoban grenade goes hurtling towards the pirates/slavers. One of them takes a blaster bolt from the pair she's clutching, but the other shots are lost in the mist coming off the suddenly frosted deck plates. She's quiet, and smol, and not really giving a crap to look like a hero. Her job isn't to glad hand and be seen.. Zero shame in her kill game. Living to the ripe old age of 30 in this galaxy is harder than it looks.

The fighting was -intense-, blood and blaster bolts filling the narrow space as the team tried to push through. When the grenade goes off, scattering the flash-frozen mist into the corridor, Narsai instinctively flinches back. A slip-up, and one that her aim pays for as her blaster bolts go off-target and miss the pirates raining hell at them. There's a curse under her breath as her other hand shifts, bracing her gunhand against her other bracer. She needed to step it up!

Tara lands another shot and takes down another pirate, but an incoming bolt slams into her left pauldron. The bolt spangs off, but the impact almost sends the Hunter spinning, her followup shots going wide. <"Osik!"> Grimacing inside her helmet and rolling the shoulder in question some, she keeps pressing the attack. That's gonna leave a hell of a mark... As is the one that just hit her in the bicep. On the same kriffing side, too! <"Shab! Need some help here!"> She ducks into the cover provided by a crate of something hopefully not too unstable. ...She's going to be fighting one handed for a bit. And maybe blind firing over the crate.

The fight is becoming even now, with the advantage the pirates had dwindling as our heroes blast through their number. But the pirate retaliate by opening fire! The chants of those from Kijimi are loud, but the blasters discharging back and forth are louder!

Aryn pre-emptively pulls her shoulder back, avoiding a sudden blast that sparks off the hull of a fighter behind her. She attempts to take hold of the one responsible using her influence over the living Force, but it does not take hold and Aryn finds herself distracted. She glances down the line to see that her comrades are beginning to get tagged and worry changes her expression. Bringing her lightsaber up, Aryn prepares to deflect shots as best she can.

Merek looks from the cover while he notices the party exchange of fire. He then lifts up from his cover while he sheaths the knife, then he maneuvers along the cover to roll into the open while he lifts up his pistol. He motions to say he will cover for the team, while he begins to shoot. Energy comes from the blaster while he lights up into the foe, two supercharged slugs of plasma managing to sear into his stomach twice, taking him to the floor, then he simply manages switching position, "You have the AUDACITY to assail the people that had all taken from them!?" Then another shot that strikes another in the stomach, while he twirls the pistol and maneuvers forward a bit as well.

Sajin is aggressive in his advance on the pirate forces. Blaster bolts stream by him but don't seem intent on hitting him. He's made his profile as slim and hard to hit as possible holing his hand cannon of a blaster in one hand like a dueling noble while standing side-ways. Well, as best as he can while pressing forward, weaving side to side as he is.

As Merek takes down one and injures another, The King of Drik levels his own blaster at the left overs and puts an end to him. Then he turns the weapon on a fresh enemy and puts two red bolts of crimson dead in him. The grouping might make even the most prickly of imperial drill instructors stimulated by the sight of it. Turning his head to check on Grom, he gives a thumbs up towards the group. <<"Keep it up, kids!">> Thank Sajin for that confidence boost even as people are getting shot up.

Dropped to a knee, molten metal running down his leg, burned armorweave, skin cooked beneath. Hadrix stumbles back to his feet, leg dragging some as he continues forward - providing mobile cover.

<<"Heavily injured... Medical aid needed.">> biting back the grunt as he feels tendons try to move solidified muscle, blaster raising again, firing wildly before he is on his hands and knees again. Coughing.

Kryll continues forward, allowing those with the desire to melee to engage at the needed close range. He provides cover, firing at anyone who comes at them from the sides while they are engaged at the front. <<Withdraw Hadrix, I am covering.>>

Grom is blasted in the belly armor by a blood splattered pirate. "AH," the Houk howls at the shot. "You FOOL, you have shot the MIGHTY King of Fale in the Grom gut! WHICH IS THE STRONGEST PART OF ANY GROM. Shoot it again!" the Houk challenges, lumbering after the nearest pirate, wild axe swings leaving deep gouges in the deck and bulkheads as he pursues his enemy shouting, "SHOOT IT AGAIN."

Zorii sees her mobile shield go to a knee and does what any self respecting hero of the Resistance would do... move to different cover. Grom is up in the thick of it, so the Smuggler Queen moves around Hadrix's side, certain medical personele will get to him, and fires ont he run towards the KING of COVER. Leveling her blasters to put two bolts directly in the center of a pirates chest. "He big guy. Mind if I ride the wave of mutilation?" Gently distorted voice spoken to the big Houk.

Hadrix was down, Tara was hurt, Narsai's own blaster bolts weren't finding their mark and who knows how many more pirates and slavers were to come? Dropping her pistol from her right hand, it's deftly caught in her left before the armored figure depresses a button on her gauntlet and withdraws her weapon. This one was different to the relic she'd been seen with in the past, heavier and marked in the dark metals of Mandalorian iron. Drawing her hilt into her hand, the new weapon roars to life with a burst of violet and white light rather than the negatives of the old. Another lightsaber in the mix beyond Aryn's, the woman in armor steps forward to try and deflect.

They'd lost one cover, she'd try to be the next!

Tara can feel the crate she's using for cover shake against her backplate as bolts slam into it. She reaches her Sentinel around the corner and sends a bolt in the general direction of the pirates, which predictably fails to hit anything. This /really/ shabla hurts. <<"Could use a medic over here!">> And then Narsai's saber lights up, and Tara's fear fades some. It's not the Darksaber, but... It's the weapon of a potential Mand'alor. <"Oya Ordo!">

The battle is still raging in the hangar but the number of pirates dwindle. Of those who shoot, only one seems on target, and the bolt appears to be blazing toward Merek. That is until a sapphire blue blade smacked the bolt back with a loud WHOOOOMFH-HISSS! It's not the only bolts being deflected either as Narsai joins the fray with her own lightsaber in hand! Three pirates are injured, two new from the intervention of force sensitives, leaving a single untouched and scared.

Aryn lowers her weapon back down to her native stance and steps forth. "You need not die here! Drop your weapons and surrender!"

For a moment, there's silence save for the humming of two lightsabers. Then one blaster is cast out onto the deck, followed by three others. "We give up! Spare us! We'll give you the key-code to the bridge and you can take the ship back!"

"Apprehend them.. but do not kill them!" Aryn says, turning then. "Who needs medical attention?"

Merek looks to the blaster bolt which is about to strike, then he notices that Princess Cole deflects the weapon. Then he nods a bit to the woman, "Thanks," he says. He then takes a moment to check on energy manacles which he keeps with him, while he latches those onto the pirates. Then he's lifting up his EL-718, sliding the pack from it, whie he places a new one into it. Then that's pointed forward as well.

Sajin holds his fire as Aryn bargains with the remaining pirates. The diplomate is successful so he turns his pistol on it's side with a twist of his wrist and checks the charge. Giving a shrug, it remains pointed at the ground safely. <<"Eh... it'll do.">> He moves over towards the bulkhead door which will lead them towards the bridge, waiting for the Doctor to go about her buisness before they press the boarding action once again.

Kryll lowers his weapon slightly, since Aryn declares a ceasefire. Then he decides to look down at his leg, <<Kryll will need attention, blaster wound to the leg. Low priority.>> he looks about as he checks the others in the party, Grom, Hadrix, and others that he has battled with frequently are checked first.

"YES, little gold shelled Grom Follower: RIDE THE WAVE OF MUTILATION. WAAAAAAAAVE," Grom howls in Houkish enthusiasm to Zorii's inquiry, as he draws the notched and pitted axe high and continues plodding aggressively after the fleeing brigands. But then they surrender, much to Grom's dismay. "BLAST. Now they are not even FOES, anymore," the Houk laments, trundling from pirate to pirate, collecting their weapons and offering, "Are you SURE you don't wish this back? Grom is willing to continue if you are?" Somehow, none accept what Grom considers a generous offer, and with a pair of smoking burns in his torso armor, the Houk waits to be led to the bridge. "Yes, codes! And.. bridges. Take Grom to this bridge and let the Foes be counted! Also, do worthy foes reside under this bridge?"

The Witchcraft being preformed with the glowing sabers is side eyed from behind the black visor of her helmet, but Zorii has other matters to attend. Her blaster slides into the cross grip holster to be replaced with a small carving knife she uses to start cutting captives free. Stroking the side of a young girls face with her palm before moving on to free her father. "Get a group of twenty of your strongest and grab as many weapons are still functional from the fallen pirates. We're headed to the bridge, but it's time to show these sons of bitches that Kijimi might be gone.. but we're not dead." Standing after freeing more, passing the knife off to one of the freed captives to continue her work.

Stepping towards the gathered civilians and Resistance fighters with her blaster back in her hand, turned over with her helmet angled down to check the energy reader. She almost passes Narsai, but pulls back a step to glance sideways at the armored figure carrying a glowing blade. Motioning at the woman with an up/down finger, "This works for me." Clipping out a nod, she heads over towards the bulkhead to lean her shoulders back against it beside Sajin and Grom. "Probably." Answering the Houk's question with a nod. "Hope that one makes it." Pointing to Hadrix, "He's a good kid. Babu likes him."

Narsai wasn't a member of the Jedi and -certainly- wasn't wearing robes, but she'd been parrying and deflecting bolts none the less. Of course, her eye isn't quite in and two of the bolts streak off harmlessly before the third slams into one of the pirate's chests. She's ready to advance, to turn the new weapon's glowing blade on the pirates that had injured their number when Aryn speaks up, offering negotiation and surrender. There's an exhaled breath, but Narsai pauses in her stride and relaxes her stance just a little.

Zorii's glane towards her is met with a nod, but the redhead's smirk behind her T-visor is hidden even as she deactivates her weapon and turns on the spot to face the injured Tara, offering a hand down to her companion. "Can you stand?"

Hearing blasters clattering to the floor, Tara hauls herself to her feet with Narsai's help. <"My legs are fine, left arm's the issue."> Fortunately, toggling helmet speakers keeps anyone else from hearing her hiss of pain as she does so. She tosses a pack of zipcuffs from her utility belt in the direction of a group of pirates, before covering them with the SEntinel in her good right arm. <"Make yourselves useful and cuff eachother. Could use a medic over here for my arm.">

Aryn deactivates her weapon when the pirates are apprehended and the keycode is passed off. With her lightsaber hooked back to her belt, Aryn begins to tend to her strike team, but segues to the refugees. Calling back to the team, Aryn says. "Proceed without me. While you take control of the bridge, I will guard those who remain and tend to their wounded. Inform me /when/ this ship is back under control! I want to know that my companions made it!" Aryn salutes them and is tugged on by a small boy to come help his mother.

The big bay doors that Sajin is near opens when the keycard is used. It takes them on a direct path to the bridge, which has been locked down. The doors stand between the group of heroes and 20 Kijimi armed refugees. "The bridge is large, and their leader is inside. Ther may be a lot of them there." One of the survivors says, checking their rifle. A console to the right of the door has an intercom, or a spot for the keycard to override the bridge doors.

Merek makes his way to the entry of the main bridge, while he takes a moment to consider, looking back to the party. Then he nods, while he places a hand upon the intercom, "Attention, is this thing working? We have wiped away many of your forces, we have more people with us, very skilled. You might take one or two of us, but eventually you will be bested. I would suggest that you parlay with us, Captain."

<<"That's alright, Chet... can I call you Chet? See here Chet.">> Sajin starts as he slaps Grom on his big scaly Houk shoulder which is probably just above or at Sajin's helmeted head. <<"That's why we got the King of Fale with us. Oy, Grom... go kill the big guy while we pick off the rest.">> He looks back to the refuge, <<"It's a strategy that works all the time, most of the time, one hundred percent of the time.">> Was he winking behind that Void Armor helmet? Yes... yes he was. It was aweful, be thankful you didn't actually see it.

The King of Drik starts walking down the hall way, approaching Merek who's now trying to smooshe the pirates on the otherside.

The bridge is in utter chaos as half of the 30 pirates holding the bridge wish to surrender, and the other half led by a 10ft tall Herglic do not. Displeased with the choices his crew make, the Herglic brandishes his warhammer and proceeds to smashing three Pirates into the deck! His war cry is loud and heard through the thick blast doors guarding the bridge. The pirates that follow the Herglic open up on the ones who wanted to surrender, and ALL HELL breaks loose.

Seven of the surrendering pirates fall to those who wish to fight! Eight surrendered pirates are hunkered down protecting the door and one opens. "HELP US! WE GIVE UP BUT THEY WON'T!" He ducks down.

"KILL THEM ALL AND BRING ME THEIR HEADS!" Demands the massive Herglic who raises his hammer and charges with thundering steps.

14 Healthy pirates, 1 Injured, and 1 boss are all that are left guarding the bridge!

Merek looks to the bridge while it opens, then he nods to the team, with a shift of the hip he then lifts up his weapon, beginning to fire into the pirates shooting the surrendering people. He strikes with a bolt through the side of one, then he shifts his attention to the targets. "We will take the Captain, you all support us!" Then he's making to cover.

Sajin stares at the door as the muffled blaster fire, screams, and shouts come from the bridge. <<"Huh... that's new... Good work.">> He doesn't even have to gather what's going on as he charges right over the barricade, <<"ONWARD!">> his grey cape flapping behind him as he does so. Once in line of site of some of the Pirates, he raises his blade, pumping two rounds of crimson death into one, while giving another something to think about. His advance is steady. The King of Drik is fast, accurate, and deadly in his persuit of the enemy.

Kryll waits until the doors open, and then as some will go rushing inside as expected, Kryll uses the entrance as cover and draws a beat on the pirate leader. Firing three quick bolts, only the first strikes true, giving him a wake up call down main street.

"Grom will handle opening these gates," the Houk declares proudly, stomping right up to the reinforced blast doors, and thudding an armored fist into the durasteel. "GROM IS HERE. As such, this vessel is now GROM'S THRONESHIP, and these doors are to be opened. SO SPEAKS GROM." Of course, he didn't activate the intercom, and is essentially just yelling at a wall, while Merek talks into the comm. Sajin delays Grom's 'diplomacy' and earns an eager smile and nod. "OOH, Little King is right!" Turning back to the door as blasterfire erupts within he shouts at the doors, "If any worthy foes dwell under your bridge, SEND THEM TO GROM." When the door opens, Grom is convinced the pirates simply obeyed him.

Then he spots the Herglic, and his voice sounds downright gleeful. "WORTHY FOE. Grom is upon you!" And the time honored strategy of 'run straight at the biggest enemy and hit them' is employed. Grom's axe chips down, the Herglic's Warhammer blocks up, and a contest of strength ensues in which Grom tries to force the axe blade lower and lower toward the space whale's space face. "GROM. IS. STRONGEST," the Houk claims aloud.

"Well that's a beautiful thing." Zorii says pointedly pleased by the sudden shift in numbers decidedly in their favor with the surrendering pirates now assailed, and assailing, thier formmer cohorts. Both her blasters yank free to level on the massive whale to fire over and around Grom charging the behemoth. Just a group and twenty of their closest armed refugees, nothing to see here.

Well...diplomacy didn't get a surrender entirely, but it did start a civil war between the pirates. That was fine by Narsai, because this gave them something other than the refugees to shoot at, but Narsai was still acutely aware they were about to charge into more madness. As the blaster fire errupts Narsai charges forwards, lightsaber in hand but only her own muscles fueling her rather than some mystical enhancement of the force. Lashing out, the woman's strikes are fast and cut deep, but it's still not enough to down the captain.

While the others are focusing on the captain, Tara decides to put the fear of Mandos into the remaining Pirates too stupid to surrender. Flamer unslung, she unleashes a cloud of plasma flame that billows across the ceiling over the heads of the scum in question. <<"Burn, Hut'uun!">>

Merek looks to the bridge, while he nods a bit to the blaster exchange. Then he's lifting up his weapon while he dodges two bolts that sear into the wall. Then he's standing in front of those civilians while he takes two clean shots at one of them that were firing upon the Kijimi people. One bolt hits their side, while another hits their stomach, taking them to the floor while he switches position. The surrendering pirates probably know that they picked a winner with their assistance.

Sajin blasts another of the loyal pirates, his other bolts slamming into the bulkhead behind them. His DL-44 beeps at him, having lost its charge. Not to fear, untilizing the features of the specilized grip on his pistol, he returns it to his holster only to grab the large dagger above it on his utility belt. He flipps the power switch on and the blade hums. A vibrodagger, high frequency humming through it to sharpen it's attacks more so than just the strength and skill the weilder can put behind it. Taking the stance of someone who's practiced martial arts for a very long time, he goes about choosing a target. <<"I'd give up...">>

Amid criss crossing blaster fire and a lightsaber being swung, Grom's Herglic opponent breaks off the pointless test of strength at the moment the Houk's axe blade had juuuuust begun to scrape the hide of the big manmal's forehead. The pirate slips a step to one side and clobbers Grom once with a giant warhammer. Grom grunts in pain and states indignantly, "You ended the axe wrestling first- GROM CLAIMS VICTORY."

It is a damn firing range over here by the hatch into the bridge, leaning against the bulkhead on the hallway side. Twenty Kijimi refugees blasting away around bringing a grin to her face behind the blast shield of her helmet. "Now that's the Kijimi way." There's enough targets packed in there she barely has to aim, but still catches one as they dart towards cover. Blowing him sideways onto the deck in a limp puddle.. "You attacked refugees from a destroyed world .. boarded their ship and took their people captive... you've been measured, weighed... and without the hulk of a whale leading you... found left wanting." Duel blasters, one pointing in each direction as she steps into the cargohold. "Put the damn blasters down before we forget there's a Jedi with us and jetison you into space.." Fingers crossed on the side of her guns.

The Mandalorian with the plasma blade weaves beneath the swings of the Herglic pirate and the axe-wielding Grom, dancing between strikes and landing her own until finally she rolls around the larger bulk of Grom, contact made for a moment before she twists around the struggling pair. A swift slice tears into the pirate's leg, a rise rips through his flank before Narsai grasps her weapon two-handed and gives a cry as she delivers the heavy slice right across the back of the beastly 'Bad guy'.

Weapon drawn back, she looks up at Grom and nods her helmet, voice coming through her mic with the cling of joyful adrenaline. <<Well done then Grom...>> she speaks before turning back to the remaining thugs being intimidated. She doesn't offer words...but she's a Mandalorian with a damn lightsaber.

Tara grins with pride inside her helmet as Narsai slices and dices the captain like a cheap nerf steak. She lets off another volley of bolts from her pistols, killing one pirate and catching the other in the legs. <"Jedi's downstairs. Alor Ordo's got a saber, but she's the farthest thing from one."> The hunter levels the hand cannon at the pirate's face, helmet tilting slightly to one side. "<Your move, mir'osik. Feeling lucky?">

The ship is back under Kijimi control, and refugees begin clearing all the corridors and calling out the survivors. The fight in space still rages on, but the Perseverance lived up to its name sake as coordinates are programmed for a safe zone. Engineers begin to get the ionized ship's engines back online while pirates are gathered, restrained, and standing by to be taken into custody by the New Republic. Mission accomplished!