Log:Mandalorian: Droid Chronicles pt1
Zee'Roh has gathered together Clan Kora with a smattering of their allies a few hours prior to the mission to go over critial information pretaining to... Situated around a holographic table in a burned out apartment complex in the Ko Hentota district, she stands over it with her Seeker droid adding tactical data as she mentions it. The green glow reflects off her Beskar'gam Helmet and visor.
<"The target is Turgan Lomas, a Corellian scientist that's been in the employ of Black Sun for the last five years... I've been tracking this huttsucker ... but he's slimy and he's got connections."> She brings up the scans of the tram system that runs from the Undercity, with lesser used branches seperating off to the various districts.
<"Sumi, you're going to take up a position on this rooftop to take out the driver.. should bring the tram to a stop here..."> Pointing it out, <"Where the rest of the squad will come in off the Supernova for a breach. We should expect fairly heavy resistance. This guy doesn't travel light... and there might be civilians. Black Sun is a lot of things, but they're not cheap.. so expect these guys to be armed to the gills and looking for a fight.">
Peering up through the digital blue glow, <"Any questions?">
Pending none... A few hours of preparations and getting into position. The Supernova is situated out of sightline as the six car tram runs along the elctronic hover rail towards the AO. <"You got eyes on, Sumi?">
<<"I have missiles and heavy guns on the Heliost! I could hover that in and unleash screaming... fun?">> D4's voice chimes in from it's craft. <<"Otherwise, las me a position and I'll drop in for the asssist!">> How is it piloting it this deep down? Skills. Big dark blue and bright green skills. The ship is subtle. Subtle like a bag full of cats in heat.
Loth Cats in heat.
It's very subtle.
Also with bright green trim.
Sumi is at her designated spot, feathering a nest nice and cozy that any sniper would be proud of. She's taken the time to prepare for her shot by assembling her SX-451 Anti-Material sniper rifle; a slow meticulous process that requires the test of head/space and timing when the bore has been placed upon the receiver. When the weapons is loaded, and ready, the last touch is deploying its heavy bipod and setting it atop the edge of the building.
Sumi brushes her cape back, takes a kneeling stance, and tilts her helmeted to peer through the custom scope. One hand grips the weapon, her finger straight off the trigger, while the other hand cups over the other's bicep, giving her a stable platform from which to fire.
At the prompt, Sumi's voice comes over the encrypted net; the Mandalorian with feline ears on top of her helm tilting slightly. <<"I'm in position. Awaiting the target to enter my maximum range.">> Her slow breathing is picked up over the mic; a ritual for any expert marksman to undertake when preparing for a difficult shot.
The quiet one, the deadly doctor, stands behind Deeta, all buffs and tans, lace up climbing boots perfect for hitting the top of a train and sliding down on the unsuspecting. Ca'tra lets the others do the talking, taking the Glie out of its holster and double checking the ammunition.
"Ready, Zee, I'll back up Sex Pot." 010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110
It wasn't all that abnormal for Narsai Ordo to be armed to the teeth. Between her blasters at her upper thighs, the one across her midriff and the short Beskad across the small of her back she was bristling with weapons...but in this crowd that was the norm!
Wrapped in her red and black-trimmed Beskar'gem, the Ordo woman had her blaster at the ready. Long range was well and truely covered, between her 'cannons' and her blades? She was better up close tonight. <<On your move then...>> she calls. Whatever reaction she might have to D4? It's hidden by the shroud of her T-Visor as she looks over the others gathered. 010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110
"No batu tu tu." Col hums to themselves, seated in the cockpit of the Supernova as some Huttese tune is piped through the console - not loud enough to distract from the careful planning, "Muni, muni."
Each beat of the eclectic song prompt Col's helmeted head to bounce from side to side, gloved hands tapping on the controls and posture occasionally shifting to peer out the viewport.
The young Mandalorian spins in their seat, the entire ship turning fancily even when their hands are completely absent from the controls. It is like a seated dance to the music, and more than a little showboating.
The Ramp of the Supernova is lowered, Zee'Roh holding onto the hydrolic arm with a gauntlet grip, <"Col, bring us in over the tram as soon as Sumi takes her shot."> The snap crack of the SX-451 Anti-Material rifle rings out like thunder, shattering the duroglass viewport of the tram in a shower of small shards that clearly startles the tram pilot who, rather than ducking, tries to speed up. The second hits him center mass, throws him back off the controls, and leaves whatever is left of him (and that aint much) a steaming puddle on the floor..
Without his direction the tram begins to slow on the tracks, emergency breaks kicking in as soon as there's no hand on the throttle cuts thrust and tilts the front care dangerously as it rounds a small bend in the mag-track... It slams down hard when the repulsors kick back in and comes to a dead stop over one of the more dangerous sections of the district.
Beneath the Fancy flying of the Supernova.
<<"Mark.">> She says over comms, kicking her jetpack as she leaps from the ramp, carrying her down with a heavy thunk on the top of the tram, blaster in one hand and a thermal cutting torch in the other, kneeling down to slice out a sizable hole in the roof. <<"Sumi, keep us covered. Narsai, you're on point with me... Ca'tra, you're with Deeta. Try to catch them in a cross fire.. We're clearing car to car, but the element of surprise wont last long.">>
Inside the first car, a group of six Black Sun thugs are staring foreward when the tram nearly tips... then up when something heavy hits.. all of them reaching for blasters on their hips to start taking position around the glowing hole being cut in the roof.
<<"Copy copy, no missiles or heavy cannon fire. You're no fun. If I was capable of arousal my arousal percentage would be at two point three three right now. I'm very sad." The droid slaps several keys in the command deck and a hatch opens for Ca'Tra below as he access the PA system.
"This is you captain speaking, please follow the walk lights to the ventral airlock it is opening now, you may exit screaming battlecries and firing death beams at will!" The droid slides down a ladder and proceeds towards where indicated hatchway, whether Ca'tra has gone or not, leaning out to extend his arm and pump stun rounds through the hole made by Sumi into the face of the driver. Ionizing and flinging him against the wall like a ragdoll... and droid is singing again...
"The tears we've ca-a-arried through the years will change...'n'man that's just enough... to keep these ghosts around those haunted fields, mmm-mmm..." another shot is fired for good measure as it prepares to drop line down, "But old ties and companions... you and I were just passin' through." D4 watches, wondering, humming. Such humming.
Such... Humming. 010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110
The first shot was off. Sumi knew it. The tram driver knew it. Its passengers knew it; hell it was probably safe the rest of the goddamn moon knew it. The first shot taken generated a mass discharge from the weapon Sumi held, its barrel charging until finally it emitted across the expanse in a contrail of slower-than-light red gleam. The blast smashed the front of the tram, shattering its canopy.
Sumi shifted slightly. <"Goddammit."> Her head tilts again, tracking the target. The second shot showered the control cabin in red and the emergency brakes initiated with a loud grinding noise. Sumi cycled the cannisters out with a straight pull of the bolt. Both cannisters clanked noisily beside her, steaming from the cold release of their contents. <<"Driver's down. Initiate your attack.">>
Sumi switches optics over to thermal, pivoting now to follow her friendly team and peer down below them. With an anti-material rifle, popping these huttsuckers from long distance would be easy. <<"Sumi copies. Good luck, team.">>
"One civ down. Let's see how many of the Black Sun are running body guard on that train. Ack! That was my death cry for you, sweet droid. Keep humming, I will be back soon as I can." Obedient when she wants to be, Ca'tra is down and out the hatch before Deetah is really launched into his music, its backdrop to her slide to the top of the hole in the train. She slides through light as a dancer and sights before she hits the ground taking out one of the guards before his hand reaches his blaster. 010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110
<<"Bring me back something nice,">> Col's voice crackles over the communicator, <<"You know better that to keep me from my trinkets and bric-a-brac, Zee.">>
Despite the quip, Col remains focused on the controls. The Supernova doesn't waggle, doesn't struggle to match pace with the tram - it just hangs there, ready for the Combat Team Death Squad Supreme to make their action hero egress. There is a brief roll of their shoulders, and an adjustment of the shemagh-like material about the neck and shoulders of the armor they wear.
As the rest of the team make disembark, Col flicks a switch and activates the mounted weaponry. If the visor of their helmet could give away an expression, it'd be a wicked grin as the Supernova comes above and lays into the side of the tram with point defense blasters - tearing it up with a screech of laserfire and rupturing metals.
<<"Hey look, a new door if you need one. Free of charge.">>
Thermal torch was probably better than a breaching charge for not incinerating their mark immediately...But it probably wasn't much nicer for the body guards. When the 'hatch' drops? Narsai's heavy W-35 roars, a pair of shots blasting into her target before she drops down into the mix as a heavily armored unwanted hitch-hiker. <<Hello there...>> 010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110
The surgical strike of the company of Mandalorian's catches the first car of Black Sun agents completely by surprise. As the roof of the tram falls in, still super heated an orange glow, Mando'a and Droids descend upon them like locusts under a hair of blaster fire so surgical that only one ever really gets off a shot... he was nominally aimming for Zee, but he missed so wide, he might as well have been trying to shoot Tatooine from here.
Likely because of the erruption of BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM of the striffing Predator smashing the side of the car with fixed turrets, shreading the durasteel into ribbons and letting in the stank air of the cities undercity.
Zee drops in and moves quickly, fanning her hand down to her blast for a snap snap shot from the blaster half pulled from her hip, but misses by fractions as the agent dives away for cover behind a passanger seat. Thankfully this section of the tram wasn't full of Non coms.
The racket has stirred up the hornets nest, though.
Further down the tracks, Agents were already starting to move forward when they stopped suddenly... some of them are almost as well armed as the Mandalorians... one of them is reaching for his comms... likely to signal more reenforcements. "Move the doctor back to the rear of the tram, I've got a Speeder inbound to get him! Take up firing positions.."
Meanwhile, A pair of preybirds, (smaller fighters) have come shrieking around the lower levels of the city like howling beasts on an intercept course for the Supernova.
<<"We need that scientist alive. Deeta, you put his ass down, everyone else open up hell on these huttsuckers.">> She's been hanging around Sumi too long. <<"Col, nice shooting. Careful with that shivat on the other cars though, civilian passangers.">> But the pilots about to be a little busy.
<<"Wait!? I can use ship weapons!? You lied to me! Oh man!! OH. MAN..." D4 shakes and dances, it looks around, then down, then at the ascender line. "Ah well... May as well. I'm already dressed for it." the droid nods to itself and lowers itself down to join Ca'tra and Zee, red ion bolts hurtling from it's arm and stitching up the ground to the side of the Black Sun goons.
<<"Sleep time! Got it! Give me cover, I'm still dealing with some motivator system damages, it's throwing off my aim!">> D4 acknowledges as it tromps along, a little more robutt sway than normal. 010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110
Sumi glances up from her scope to watch as Col takes their vessel to begin hammering into the tram with laser fire. The loud collisions and impacts from the fire generate a concussion Sumi can feel from her nest. It makes her smile.
Her head lowers back to form a stockweld with the buttstock of her weapon and aim. Utilizing IFF and thermal, she tries to locate hostile forces. When she aligns a shot and fires, the bolt did not puncture the tram as intended. <"Hmm.. double armor plating."> She grumbles, trying to identify weak points in the tram design now to exploit.
<"Roger that, moving to the back of the tram."> Relying on her HUD the doctor steps backward, not looking behind herself. More important things are in front of her. The element of surprise slagged into molten ash, the Balck Sun are returning fire and ducking for cover. Ca'tra wings one as he is dodging behind a seat. 010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110
Close quarters, Narsai's blaster comes up again to fire as more shots fill the space...clearly though, this Black Sun thug was paying attention to what happened to his friend. While Ca'tra manages a winging shot, the redhead Mandalorian's bolt slams into the far end of the tram as the man ducks for his life! 010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110
<<"If they're such civilians why are they riding on an evil tram?">> Col asks, but nevertheless the blaster mounts cease their shooting and don't strafe beyond the carriage in question. As the fighters make their sudden debut, however, the young Mandalorian's attitude becomes decidedly less flippant and more focused.
Their violent cargo safely in place, the Supernova ceases to keep pace with the tram and instead bobs and weaves through the air as the fighters arrive.
<<"Blast it!">> One of the preybirds clips the Supernova, the shield bubble around the vessel momentarily illuminating. Col tilts the yoke, drawing the vessel out of the line of fire quickly enough to dodge the second shot. They pull back on the trigger to fire back, but the shots go wide.
<<"It's fine - fine, still in tact!">>
There is a lot of blaster fire in the tram, seats are destroyed, there's a massive hole in the side of their passanger car and a single heroic black Sun agent doing his level best to engage a whole group of Mandalorians in a CQ fire fight. Firing from cover, ducking, and diving. He's a little hero.
He'll be missed.
He flies too close to the sun and Zee is on the move, leaping over her cover to point her barrel straight down into his face.. He shall dance no more.
There's no room for victory celebrations, however. The next car down the line errupts in a hail of lancing red, evicerating the durasteel wall, door, and forcing the Squirrelly Mando'a back into cover with her blaster tucked high up on her chest. <<"They've got a good firing position. Sumi, you got a shot?">> Peeking out quickly to fire, she hits one in his blaster-plates and knocks him back, but he immediately leans back into his rifle positioned across the top of a row of seats.
Lomas is moving, with escort, further beyond into the next car. Covered by someone in .. get this .. Mandalorian Armor.
Not even with time to get its bearings, D4 hits the top of the tram and begins scrabbling to purchase as a blaster bolt cores through it's abdominal actuators, praying wires, sparks, and molten durasteel out its' back before it gets a grip on the train.
<<"My leg... This. Ow.">> it's optic band blinks as it tries to keep to cover while dragging itself along. All humor missing from it's voice for a change,
<<"Zee. I'm pretty shot up... If I go down, get my core. Get the memories out if I can't be salvaged. Don't let them die.">> 010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110
Sumi's hot mic answers back after a moment. <<"Affirmative. Cover your ear ports.">> A moment later, the sudden appearance of red bolt bashes through one wall of the tram car, flashing bright in front of the attacking party. The intended target looks up in time to simply combust into pieces and red mist. The bolt continues out the other side, leaving those without ear protection with ringing ears. Cool air filters in from the new holes.
<<"Target down, Zee.">>
<<"D4. Stay down behind cover. No more heroics for you. I /need/ you alive.">>
Ca'tra growls once over coms at hearing D4-K4 has been hit. Crouching, moving forward seat by seat she moves towards the next car, cautiously taking the initiative.
<"Moving on up,"> is her terse comment to orders. One of the heavies sees her coming, they both duck. His fire is wild over her head; the doctor is more precise in returning the compliment. She wounds him. The thud of his hitting the floor reverberates through the tram. 010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110
[Narsai Ordo]01001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101 Cover is cover, even Narsai couldn't shoot through it. She could, at least, keep some heads down with the ongoing fire. Sumi's intervention from afar made it clear it wasn't a waste to do so!
The sight of D4 getting riddled is concerning, but they could patch him up just as soon as the fire stops. They'd just have to take down all the guards to make it stop! The man in armor? He has her eye, but for now Narsai keeps up the fire on the Black Sun guards. Ca'tra's moving? Narsai moves into step. <<"Covering, go get him!">> 010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110
"<Come here, you slippery little shabuir!>" Col hisses, shifting bodily in the seat to draw the Supernova off to one side. The blaster cannons fire but go wide, and the two preybirds return fire. One hit glances off the shield, while the other flies wide. The Mandalorian pilot turns suddenly, expressionless helmet visor facing the droid with them in the cockpit.
"<Gaa'tayl, di'kut! Fix things!>"
<<Ca'tra, if you're going for Deeta.. get his big metal ass back behind cover.">> While Zee doesn't sound emotional, she does sound more expressive than usual. Glancing around her seat towards the doorway into the next car where the Black Sun are all hunkered down raining fiery death upon them. <<"Okay, well this is going pear shaped.. Sumi, cover me. I have an idea.">>
One shot hits Ca'tra as she advances and Zee hisses inside her helmet, holstering her Series III as she rolls out from cover and runs point flat towards the torn out sections of the side of the tram. She leaps out over the empty space and hits her jetkpack, Glie-44 pistol up in her right hand as she strifes along the side of the next passanger car putting shots in through the duroglass.
She hasn't hit anything, but she's forcing them the hell out of cover now that there's an aerial target who could, potentially anyways, pick them off from it.
Initiate Distraction mode.
<<"I'll do what I can. Don't worry. I believe you organics have said that if it's your time, it's your time.">> D4 continues to pull itself forward, grumbling as it's sparking limb drags... singing still, "Fare thee well my droid, as you wander this night. Be not 'feared in the darkness... m'processor is your light..." it leans around the battered and burning works of the tram car, right arm extending and then juttering from the mid-forearm to absorb recoil as ion bolts hammer down the line... and it's still singing,
"As you go, great Droids of War - Ion and Tibanna in your arms... I will process of your peace in the night" Pulling itself along, red optic band blazing as it gets itself up to a knee, ionizing one of the Black Sun goons, sending heat lightning across the heavy's chest and limbs.
"Please don't cry, my comrades, as you sit by my husk. I will store your memories, with joy in my core. I will go now, and war - as I travel the stars and live by the lessons you gave."
Dirge Protocols Initiated. Emotiomal music subroutine accessed... modified for species. 010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110
<<"Don't believe in fate, D4. People who do, still look both ways before crossing the street.">>
Sumi adjusts at the prompt of Zee, turning her rifle to the next car as she witnesses the Mando'ade take flight and draw their attention to the flank. <<"Move upward, Zee.. taking my first shot.">>
The space around Sumi kicks up sudden dust when the combustion of a discharged anti-material bolt is released, its concussive feed back stirring up dust around Sumi and making her teeth rattle as a result.
The shot? Bursts through the side of the tram car where there is a structural weakness. Her target looked up in time for his head to be taken clean from his shoulders. A body tumbles back, the instantly cauterized neck spewing blood from a body that argued with the sudden loss of its cranium. The bolt subsequently smacked the otherside of the wall, exiting out to continue into the darkness of the evening.
The last pop up over the seat has Ca'tra too close to the next round of blaster fire. <"Drek, the lucky bastard. Give me moment."> Breathless with the pain, the doctor slumps back on the floor in time to watch Zee'roh go into a flying rampage. It takes her six concentrated breathes before she can move again. Favoring her left arm, she edges forward following Zee'roh, laying down covering fire for others to take advantage of. 010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110
[Narsai Ordo]01001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101 Narsai had been gripping her blaster pistol two-handed while she advanced, firing off each bolt with a firm grip. As Ca'tra takes another bolt though? There's another little twitch of her own behind the mask. Zee takes flight, Sumi provides cover and Narsai? She advances right up the middle, releasing one hand to reach behind her and begin retrieving her Beskad while the other fires the W-35. The solid kick of Mandalorian tech might jerk her second shot off target enough to miss, but the first hits hard enough to stagger with a smoking hole punched into the chest of her target.
He was still up, but that had to hurt! 010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110
The Supernova doesn't appear to be doing all that hot. It's pilot jukes and weaves but can't seem to get a bead on the preybird fighters. The shots go wide again, and Col strikes the console with one gloved hand. More shots impact the shielding, and the bubble around the craft begins to flicker. In the cockpit, Col frowns behind their visor at the alert claxons and the diminishing shield power.
Zee'Roh continues to hover alongside the passanger car firing into the window at the Black Sun agents, who for the most part, have taken a keen interest in the Mandalorian now outside the tram firing in on them indiscriminately. Even with one of their number rendered into something akin to a wall mural and another suddenly lacking the core functionality required to breath, after Narsai put a hole through his chest and Zee turn his head into wall decorations, they open up with all barrels.
A shot hits her dead center, and nearly sends her tumbling down into the undercity but for a last burst of jets attaching her to the side of the tram itself. Hanging on with one hand and firing in with the other. <<"Sumi, how are you with moving targets?">> Sparing a glance back at the Supernova getting peppered by Preybird... <<"Think you could take out one of those fighters with that thing? --- Col, you're doing good kid... just keep flying, we'll call in the calvry.. -- Sumi, how fast can Lady Fae get the Kyber Heart down here?">>
Zero beeps on her back, <"I hear ya Zero... and I see it..."> All comms, <<"We have a fast moving speeder coming in towards the rear of the tram, if Lomas gets away, I'll never be able to dig him out again...">>
Maybe there's some desperation in her voice.
Just a little.
Swinging in and out of cover in a leapfrog maneuver, the war droid ignores as blaster bolts rain down on it, scoring armor or simply bouncing off. Moving without the clattering or janky movements one expects of a droid, but with the fluid sweeps of a long trained soldier as it continues forth on target... and it still won't shut up. "Fair thee well my friends as you wonder this night." It's arm jitters again, tibanna fueled ion beams spattering on walls and seats, causing hairs to raise or people to 'zap' their fingers "Be not feared in the darkness my Core is your light." more bolts erupt and the droid is still moving forward as it peppers the cover of the opposition
"As you go brave warriors of Kora... Faith and love by your side... I will dream of your faces in the night" The sight of Zee taking injury spurs the droid to swing out a little more, if only to draw attention. <<"Sumi - forwarding you gunnery and subspace piloting authorization for the Heliost. She's packing corvette class lasers and a missile launcher.">> the droid pausing, <<"Can't access autopilot">> 010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110
Sumi watches from afar as her comrades take a beating. Their pilot is being waylaid by two fighters, Zee takes a shot and barely manages to hang on, and D4 has announced he's pretty shot up. The overwhelming sense of dread floods Sumi's core, but she stands her ground and focuses on the mission. 'Defeat is not an option, Sumi. You look at the mission, and you look at it again and again until you find a path. One goal. Complete it. The next goal. The next. The next. And you don't stop; and you don't stop; and you don't stop.' Sumi can hear Sana's words at the back of her mind so that's what she hones in on. One goal. Then the next.
Her rifle pivots, sight aligns, fire. The bolt streams across the opening colliding into the side of the tram car with an explosive effect. The bolt crosses through the car again, claiming the leg of some unlucky Black Sun thug who falls screaming, holding his gushing nub.
<<"Lady Fae.. now's the time.">>
From the cloud cover emerges a green hull plated VCX-100, her shields shimmering until its cleared the dark clouds. <<"Already here, madam. Stand by..">> Red bolts from twin cannons smack one of the preybirds in passing, earning the fighter's ire as it broke off from the Supernova to give chase to Fae. <<"That should lighten the load. I'll be back for the other, miss.">> Announces the Hapan pilot who laughs as she carries the freighter back up high and into the cloud cover again.
<<"Copy, D4. I'm pulling up my remote access now.">> Sumi replies, setting her rifle aside to open the pad and begin typing to bring up the authorization D4 just issued.
Some things worked well as distractions, some things made great last ditch options and some didn't. As Narsai watched her allies getting pummeled, the air support getting harried and their target retreating, a deep breath came from beneath Narsai's helmet. Seems she'd find out where this one fell in a moment, but she didn't intend to start losing Mandalorians after they'd only just resurged into the galaxy.
Drawing from behind her, a strange hilt of Beskar'gem lacking a blade is withdrawn as Narsai holsters her blaster and pushes forwards. "<<Advance behind me,>> she instructs over the comlink before she raises her weapon and ignites it, bringing the glowing negative-light edge of the darksaber to life. 010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110
Droid poets, underneath the impassivity of her helmet, Ca'tra grimaces and smiles sucking in a deep breath when she bangs her arm against a seat strut dropping for cover. That makes her angry enough to surge upward and look for a target. The Black Sun guard has an arm hanging similarly to her own, the black scoring on his armor only underline the damage. It makes no difference. She aims for the weak spot in his neck armor and he gravity takes him home. Onward then. Sumi's efficiency spurs her on. 010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110
Droid poets, underneath the impassivity of her helmet, Ca'tra grimaces and smiles sucking in a deep breath when she bangs her arm against a seat strut dropping for cover. That makes her angry enough to surge upward and look for a target. The Black Sun guard has an arm hanging similarly to her own, the black scoring on his armor only underline the damage. It makes no difference. She aims for the weak spot in his neck armor and gravity takes him home. Onward then. Sumi's efficiency spurs her on. 010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110
<"This is a nightmare,"> Col groans to the droid, looking down at all the systems lit up in angry red across the Supernova's cockpit displays, <"Bust out the tape or something - keep this thing in one piece. At the very least I want it to be valuable scrap metal when they blast us apart.">
The pilot glances sideways as the droid beeps something, then turns back to check one of the displays, <"Hey, well that's some good news, at least. Nice, uh, droiding, droid.">
The vessel itself continues to bear the brunt of the remaining Preybird's fire, and Col leans in to examine the targeting computer only for the shot to fly wide.
The passanger car is, like the first, thankfully empty of civilians...
So that's a small blessing.
Because the combined fury of Clan Kora and her allies has rendered the strutural integrity of that hover-tram nearly to zero. Zee is still holding onto the outside, but quickly climbs up up on the roof to sprint across them towards the back where they'd seen the Unknown Mando, or someone in Mando armor anyways, escorting Lomas. Her blaster pumps at her side, until the speeder zips past her towards the rear of the car ahead of her.
The Glie-44 pops up, held squire, and barks twice. Both shots hit the driver inbetween the shoulder blades on the top down speeder, bowling him forward into the controls just as he was rounding out to pull up at the back to let the pair of Lomas and his Mando escort leap inside.. The speed, angle, and the sudden shove of the yolk slam the speeder into the tram, sending up sparks as it careens end over end, in a single aerial cartwheel that leaves it hurtling nose down towards the deep pit of the undercity like a falling meteor. <"Kriff that... you're mine...">
The lightsaber ignites as Ca'tra hits another target flush, knocking him backwards over the seat behind him, just as the purple glow of a lightsaber snaps into existance. The remaining two Heavies look at each other... having been tracking Zee'Roh climbing the side of the tram... and then turn weapons on Narsai to open fire in unison.
Towards the back of the tracks... the Mandalorian looks forward towards the fighting advancing on him. <"This could be a problem for you, doc.. I have very specific orders.">
Lightsaber! LIGHT! SABER! D4's optics brighten at the sight. It would be such a collection. Such a bounty. Such. A. Bounty. But he has a job, he's signed up for it! Oh woe! Woe of all!! It leans out of cover again, marching forward, sparks, twists - it's shots flying wide as it twirls, slams into a grab-stanchion, "OW!" spins again and goes down on it's face.
"FLOOR! My old nemesis!" putting several rounds of ion into the floor now. "From Droid Heart! I stab at thee!" 010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110
There is no going back. It is the aliit that gives Ca'tra the force to stand against the ones left. The lightsaber brightens her path. Bloodloss makes her shots miss wildly forcing those left to duck into cover. 010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110
Sumi is working on the remote terminal as quickly as she can, establishing a remote connection with the Heliost; their tertiary plan should things go assbackwards. When the beeping noise sounded, signifying the Heliost was linked, Sumi allowed a moment of triumph. <"YES! Ha-HA! Open fire you Huttsucker!"> And the clouds above lit up with red as cannon fire emerged angled downward, smacking the preybird HARD, shattering its shields and pulling it away from the Supernova. The Heliost made itself known then, her engines glowing bright as it gave chase.
The Kyber Heart emerged out from the sky chasing the other preybird, her cannons emitting another pair of loudly fired lances that split the Preybird in half, the explosion showering the tram with debris before the cars rattled when the VCX-100 flew over at close range, her golden engines glowing brighter as Fae took her skyward. <<"Splash one, madam. Moving to assist the Heliost now.">>
Sumi was privvy to the movement atop the cars, where she recognized Zee sprinting to the end of the tram where a speeder was positioning to get someone. She levels her rifle, settling her sights and adjusting optics to see. For a moment, she has to really focus her breathing.
Her sights align, she holds her breath, and the shot she takes surprises her. A red lance screams across the open air, punching through the armor of the tram and catching this Mandalorian protector's head. The anti-material design of the weapon ensured there was no longer a head present, and the Mandalorian's body slumped backward, blood gushing and spraying from the sudden arterial pressure releasing when the body's head was forcibly removed. Sumi lifts her head from behind the sight and chuckles. <"Take that to your Prince."> She was referencing the notorious Prince over Black Suns.
There was no fancy deflecting or bouncing back bolts from Narsai, the eay she moved was distictly Mandalorian...but the Darksaber is still a lightsaber. It still hums in a violent slashing arc before passing through one guard, his weapon and body alike in a single movement.
Barely slowing, she surges forwards, slashing across the second man and then flicking the blade upwards to hiss through his armor and send his head flying.
Narsai's gaze turns toward the Mandalorian guard and their mark...right in time for the bodyguard to explode thanks to another Sumi-shot. Even behind her T-visor, the redhead exhales her breath and shakes her head, switching off the relic weapon with a snap. 010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110
Zee breaks out in another sprint, jumping down towards the tram-line... She completely misses her mark, but hits her jetpack and spins up on firing bursts to land in the open doorway right infront of Lomas, <"You have no idea how long I've been looking for you..."> He swats at her in what he no doubt thought was going to be a punch, but is easily ducked, with an electrified gauntlet slamming home into his gut like a jack hammer. The scientist stumbles back holding his abdomen and Zee'Roh stalks after him. Malice.. emergency lights flickering off her Beskar'gam 'siver-blue' helmet as she looms down upon the scientist trying to get away, by backing in the oposite direction..
<"Five years, six months, two weeks, four days, twenty two hours..."> Another punch, this one caught on her raised gauntlet, which snaps down to grab him by the wrist and yank him forward into a headbutt. <"But I found you, you son of a bitch..">
The blaster fire from Deeta hits the professor in the back and he stumbles forward against her armor, sliding down grasping at the plates while she watches through the slanted t-visor of her helmet. <"I've dreamt of this.. You will too. They will /not/ be good dreams.">
Her hand pushes into his face, shoving him towards the ground, and drops down with a knee in his back to hook his wrists in restraints. <<"Col, bring the Supernova to the back of the tram for evac... - everyone on me, I've got the target. Time to leave vapors.">>
Half a decade.
This is the first time she's felt good about anything.
Weapons retracting, D4 begins clambering to its hands and knees, hydraulic fluids and sparks raining from it as it summons its ship. "Don't worry, Ry'la... You'll keep... I." the shooting has stopped and the avian like frame of the droid's YV-666 lowers close enough to the tram that the drop ladder from the ventral airlock can hover centimeters above it. <<"Zee... I gotta get to my spare parts, and a power port. I'm losing ch-- I-m llllllllll-">> it smashes itself in the side of the protrusion it could call a head and manages to get to it's feet.
- Warning... Warning... Critical Damages. Power systems failing...
"Yeah... I know." The droid's left arm raises to blast out a hole wide enough for it to start climbing through. Engaging memory backup protocols... "Yeah I get it... I'm really starting to make me sound schizophrenic here..."
- Warning... Warning... Critical Damages. Power systems failing...
"I KNOW!" the droid actually screams out loud as the ladder lowers and it grabs on hold. Radio frequencies from it suddenly beaming to its ship, to Zee, relaying to a woman many light years away. More to a woman older than it is, with sadness just as deep.
- Warning... Warning... Critical Damages. Power systems failing...
"I HEARD YOU... ME... SHUT UP." hands latched on, the ladder begins drawing it up, back to the ship where it can crawl for it's emergency power lines. 010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110
At the call to muster, Sumi stays vigilant at her post. Times like these spelled for the perfect moment when drek could go sideways. With the Heliost coming back, Fae reports that the last preybird was turned to slag, leaving the tally of witnesses that survived to a whoppin' zero. Sumi smirks. <<"I'll remain on station until you lot punch out. I'll see you at the rendezvous.">>
The count of the time that Zee'roh has searched for her quarry crackles over helmet com. <"It was a worthy hunt, Zee'roh. Honor to you. On my way.> Half a tram away she comes on them. She holsters her gun then solemnly claps Zee on the pauldron with her good hand, <"Honor to you.>
<"D4, send the ladder back down. I'm incoming.> Eyeing the ladder dubiously but making no complaint, she braces her bad side against the ladder and one armed begins the climb back to the shuttle. 010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110100111010011101001110