Log:Mandalorian Archaeology: Beskad Retrieval

Mandalorian Archaeology: Urna'Hun 's Spear

OOC Date: February 17, 2020
Location: Mandalore
Participants: Kirioth Kora, Sumi Kora, Ca'tra Kora, Tara Sur, Jacali, Vandred, Narsai Ordo and Hadrix Kora (GM)

<<"Clan Oddku utilizes a mobile fortress, like Jawas, with outlier vehicles surrounding, so we have some audible cover for this op.">>

It didn't look like a sandcrawler though. The rumbling monstrosity on holo-display looked like chunks of the forward pod of a Nebulon B melded hunks of a Gallowfree and various other unidentifiable junk and vehicle parts, resting on what looks like old Imperial era Juggernaut wheels and repulsor thrusters.

Modified speeders, repulsor tanks, and even a few walker type units so changed to make their original model impossible to identify.

<<"My sources suggest we try to go quiet,">> Hadrix continues over ships comms, <<"Once they know you're there they're going to be moving in force. But we do have rude layouts that suggest where they're keeping the cache.">>

The wireframe turns and zooms to focus on the parts of the Nebulon B pod, highlighting a section of the ship that suggests it could have been one of the primary galleries used by medical frigates as primary wards.

<<"They couldn't discern a path, their transmitters were destroyed before they could make a pathmap. Suggested that the ingress team drops and flares packs just before landing and go in that way - loud or quiet. I'll have the Laar'Kote high enough for passive sensors, Lozen is on turrets. Sumi, will Fae be maintaining high support with the Heart?">>

<"Lady Fae is on station. Ready and able, as she's grown used to saying now."> By Sumi's tone, there's an eyeroll with that. Fae was a soldier, true, but she rarely used idioms and sayings like most soldiers. She was bred nobility and had grown up in the Hapes Cluster, which had their own archaic way of talking.

Sumi readies her rifle, slapping the receiver to fire it up with a dull-pitched whine.

Narsai was here, armed and armored as one would expect among the gathered Mandalorians. With her face hidden behind the T-Visor as she listens to the briefing. Arms folded as she listens, there's a nod towards Hadrix' recommendation and then a glance towards Sumi's addition. Checking over her own W-35's, the Ordo woman nods and glances at the gathered team. <> she speaks, <<We try for quiet, and be prepared to deal with things as best we can if and when it gets loud. Doubt walking out is going to be quite as easy.>>

The refering to another ship as the 'Heart' earns a small blink, but understanding follows quick enough. Fun times with similar names!

<<"Copy.">> Tara checks her own gear, making everything's well loaded and secured for drop. Next to her, the gangly form of a Clone Wars era battle droid in matching paint does the same, before reaching back over its shoulder to deposit Tara's EE-3 into the maglock on the side of its 'backpack' comm booster. <"Syncing HUD to tactical net. Jenth, Time to go to sleep until we're down."> "<Roger Roger. Wake me up when we're there.>" The droid drops into a crouch, hands clutching its ankles and head lowering to its chest, before going dark. The chiss crouches down and clips mounting points on her backup to her webbing, before standing up with a slight grunt. <<"Ready for drop.">>

One eye on Hadrix listening intently to pre-ops, Ca'tra flips open the med bag slung across her body to rearrange it more to her liking. In lighter armor than the others, it's a trade-off between being maneuverable enough to get to anyone wounded and being protected. The H-shaped visor silvers over as she brings the HUD online, downloading the map and projected position of their objective. Shifting the bag, she wiggles her shoulders to redistribute the weight of her jetpack and puts a hand on her holstered blaster pistol.

Roth is there, the Arkanian sitting quiet like she usually does before offloading and going into things. Her eyes are closed, as people can tell since her Dreadfinder helmet is in her lap. When she hears talk she cracks her white eyes open to look around. Once it's apparent that people are moving and their destination has been reached she moves to put her helmet on and then checks her swords to make sure she's not leaving one behind.

Jac is still not exactly certain why she's here, but educated guesses land her in the range of 'someone's going to get hurt' and 'someone's got to deal with it'. Apparently, just for today, 'someone' is going to be Jacali -- time will tell if it's on both points, but, once again, educated guesses...

She sits patiently without her helmet on, over-bright eyes scanning about the area with a denied sort of interest like someone reading a magazine over someone else's shoulder in a dentist's waiting room. This is all a terribly technical affair, and she follows as best as she's able, but she's primarily taken to checking over her weapon, making sure it's loaded and all that before setting it back into the holster only to reach for her helmet to pop it into place and securing it with a few clicks and snaps.

The mostly-silent Arkanian pauses, then heaves a sigh. <"Don't get me killed."> Comes her voice, her attentions clearly pointed in Vandred's direction, he whom has dragged her along on this ridiculous adventure. <"Or I'm taking you with me."> She warns, as warmly as one such as her can.

<<"I'd rather not get shot again. I'd prefer quiet. Easier for everyone, in general. Do you have a picture of their clan armour colours and general appearances that you can transfer over?">> Vandred queries this as he reviews the highlighted image, pausing to let his visor snap-click the image that has been presented.

He adjusts a few various straps of his armour, making sure that everything is comfortable and in place. He tightens the strap up as he makes his way to one of the drop line, <<"Oh, I wouldn't dream of getting you killed, Jacali! You're my friend. Just stay close - I'm liable to get badly wounded again. Oh, on that note -- how far out are we dropping? If we're a distance out, I can adjust to make a quiet approach from land.">>

The Cargo Doors of the Laar'Kote open, providing ample space for all the emerge and drop towards the crawler below. The dust storm and noise of the massive crawling fortress below visible for the drop team to engage, with Hadrix moving up to provide a lift for Jacali,

"Ma'am" noted simply before he has her strapped to his jest like an orange haired Arkanian Baby, giving no pre-amble before the jump and only releasing the straps once they're down, and he's sure she won't going tumbling off the side before he returns to the ship.

It's hive of insects, repulsor craft with jet assistance, speeders and more sweeping around. Fortunately there's all the sand kicked up.

But there's a blown open escape pod tunnel that can be used as a landing spot and entry into the fortress, spotted by the ingress team.

With her rifle ready, Sumi steps out and activates her jetpack. The vents come to life with blue flame as the pressure of propulsion take her skyward in a loud flapping of cape and whistle of wind. She spots a point of entry and marks it using her HUD so the others have a frame of reference. Then, Sumi is flying toward it!

With the rush of wind around her as it had been so many times before, Narsai was plummeting from above. A flare of her jetpack stabilizing and pulling her out of her fall, the Clan Ordo Alor directs herself towards the marked entry, cloaked by the shroud of dust and noise.

<<Touching down.>>

Tara hits the edge of the ramp and just smoothly pivots into the wind, arms and legsspreading into the classic skydiving X to slow her fall and guide her towards the target. <<"Switching flight HUD to remote sensor link. Recieving terrain and target data.">> The area below lights up in a somewhat fuzzy wireframe, giving her rough guidance in. She wobbles, HUD not quite calibrated for the weight distribution of the droid on her chest, but quickly stabilizes. She just has to fly the flight path, and make it down. In all this dust. Idea. A few quick HUD commands, and the droid's head lifts, although the rest of the B1 stays tightly curled. <"Jenth, keep an eye on the LZ, make sure we don't have any company."> "<Roger Roger. Confirming Sumi Kora's mark as suitable LZ. Uploading poteintial exit, there's a patch in the hull. Looks breachable.>"

The altimeter on her HUD steadily ticks down, and Tara goes to full burn at the last second to still safely land. She doesn't /quite/ kill her forward velocity due to the extra mass and inertia, staggeing a bit but still making it in. Jenth unfolds and is quickly detatched, the droid drawing the carbine and covering one side of the ingress. <<"Boots on the ground, securing LZ">>

The reason for Ca'tra's fussiness with her bag and jetpack fit are evident as she takes that initial header out the transport door and zings down into the dust raised by the convoy. The altimeter reading flashes her descent towards the ground, the clank of the transport hiding the shush of her jets lighting just as the numbers turn red. Just as she slows turbulence in the dust changes visibility, she spots inbound repulsor fliers headed for the main transport.

< "I see a maintenance door hatch that's opening. That might be our spot for ingress.">

Bringing her feet down, she lands lightly next to Sumi and sends the recording through her HUD to the rest of the group.

Roth gives a look to the others when they start to get ready to drop and there's a dip of her head. Then she jumps off after, her rockets kicking off as she finds a spot to land. <<Roth's on the ground.>> she reports to the others. Then she's drawing her swords, just in case they get rushed. She was ready to try out her new armor!

The orange haired Arkanian seems very unhappy with the fact that she's being hoisted again, every muscle in her body going rigid as she's strapped in. <"Again? -Really-??"> She spits irritably, before simply surrendering to her fate with a disgruntled mention of: <"How undignified."> crackling through her comms, her helmetted head hanging forward in defeat as she's ferried down to the landing area and released from her body-bound prison. Though her scowling cannot be seen in her current attire, it's certain poor Haddles can feel the seething off her small and unimposing form.

When he has moved away, she finally breaks her gaze to turn her attentions toward the others. She takes a moment to note the location of her comrades, including Sumi off on her own little adventure, before she nods to herself and retrieves her weapon from its holster to do her last minute checks. She lifts her chin in Vandred's direction, <"Take point, then. I'll follow."> Her posture is rigid, her muscles still tight with the anxiety that lingers after her little ride in the battle papoose, her last meal sitting just a little off kilter, an uneasy alliance made in these troubled times as she mutters through clenched teeth something like 'don't you dare'. At that, she moves a gloved hand to check her medpac and other supplies for ease of access and quality state, and once she seems satisfied, she's ready to go.

When Tara provides that marker, Jacali gives pause, her head tilting to one side. <"Let's see if we can't navigate a path toward this location."> She provides as suggestion toward Vandred, even as she listens to his informations and observes his new markers. <"Not a terrible option, the distraction. But, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Any chance you could get inside?"> She asks of the weird shapeshifting companion she seems to ever be in the company of.

Vandred.. Apparently takes a little longer to come down than the rest of them. He mentions something briefly about 'getting ready'. He has no jetpack. But - stranger things have happened. His torso armour is loostened - just enough that white.. Well. Flesh. White, pallid, veiny flesh. Tendons are shifted and pushed, bones adjusted and slid through the thin gaps. The skin ripples, changing in colour and texture, becoming more leathery - almost to the point of scales - to help against the irritation of the atmosphere and sand. Sand. It gets everywhere.

While not capable of active flight, they straighten and stiffen, stretching out so that they are an applicable - if horrific in concept - glider.

He drops, but with the added benefit of this being made of his own body, it's a slow controlled descent, giving him time to skim with his helm, panning from side to side. <<"There are heat sink conduits in points..">> Blip. Blip. Blip. New HUD points for everyone! <<"Thrust nozzles would be weak to explosives. Could be taken as an accident - appropriate distraction for us to get inside.">>

He lands nearby, having to stumble before crashing down on to a knee - hands grasping to keep himself upright. Slowly, the flesh begins to absorb back into his torso, his head bowed through the process. <<"I'm not good with explosives, though.">>

Concord Dawn shines like a beacon creating ghosts in the smoke and dust roused by all of the movement. Casting everything in hazy ivory light. Entry through the escape pod hatch a slide, easily controlled, deep within the craft. An open port within a lifeboat hangar in the old Nebulon pod.

Within, there is graffiti, holos and posters of scantly, or undressed, male and female sentients. And one thing that looks like it's tentacles. And one eye. But there are scuffs and path marks that show heavier foot traffic going relative forward of the pod, less so headed starboard. Where those able to hear over the rumble of the fortress the sounds of old jizz playing, with a pair of voices talking.

The higher foot traffic way indicating on the fortress 'map' to be a more direct path towards the expected location of the Beskad cache. The path with voices looks like it will lead directly over, but in a round about line of movement.

Using the map, Sumi lands and slings her rifle in a swift motion. There are others with her, so she's not too concerned about being overwhelmed.. at least not immediately. Ever the silent of the bunch, Sumi moves inside and draws her DL-44. A slow descent, and a slide off a higher platform has the heavy clad ancient Mando landing with a thud that kicks up dirt around her boots. The resounding thud, and the tenitis in her ears, prevents her from hearing anything else.

She follows the map, rounding a bend in the corridor and entering what appears to be an observation room. Old signs indicate they are moving in the direction of forward sensor control, but Sumi only takes note of this information without making a warning about it. The others can read, right?

Sumi moves forward, stepping easily and following the signs to the sensor room. When she arrives, the exits are as follows:

- An Exit the way they came. - Another exit starboard. - Lastly, a Turbo Lift with no lift.

Sumi scans for anything of importance here.. maybe a control to switch off sensors or jam communications? Hmmm.

A slow jerk of a cord sees the sensor console spark and turn off. Sumi cuts this so that it cannot be repaired. <"Whoopsydoodle."> She says, chuckling slightly. She disables the jammer, eliminating their ability to jam comms. Their ticket out of there was smooth communication with the outside, i.e. Fae who was constantly pulling their asses out of the fire. Sumi cuts that cord as well, chuckling in the way someone does when they're being naughty and know it.

Regrouped and rearmed, Narsai falls into formation with Sumi. The cut and the comment? It earns an amused roll of her eyes...that noone can really see thanks to the helmet she wears. Gripping her W-35 in both hands, the red armored woman moves forwards and sweeps her eyes over the room...but focus seems to have slipped just a little. Well, Sumi was a little distracting, right?

<<"Nice.">> Tara gives Sumi's disabling of enemy infrastructure an approving nod, moving to cover the intersection while the others look around. Jenth, meanwhile, peers into the shaft and covers it with the EE-3. "<<Hang on... There are drop cords in here! That's how they get up and down here! And it's how WE could go down a level too...>>"

Even through Sumi's armor, Ca'tra enjoys the view as they head down the corridor. But the little joys of life have to come to an end. Turning, gun out, she watches their back grinning when she hears Sumi's chuckle over coms. She knows that evil chuckle. Life is good when the Alor of clan Kora laughs and provokes havoc among their enemy.

Roth's more of a brick when it comes to missions, she generally hits things and hits them hard. There is something distracting about Mandalore though and her eyes dart here and there as she follows after Sumi and the others that they came along with.

Jac has clearly decided to take her business elsewhere. The Mandalorians seem to have that way all figured out, and she leaves them to their business. For her part, the Arkanian doctor has gone off in the other direction, clearly assuming that Vandred will be following behind her. She does her best to be stealthy, but let's be honest: She doesn't blend well, and she's as clumsy and uncomfortable as cold testes. Her boot manages to find the only piece of garbage to litter the corridor, kicking it forward as it skitters almong clattering the entire way. She pauses, stark still for a few moments before her head turns hard to one side to glare back at Vandred.

<"Keep it down."> She growls into the comms, only to then hear the voices calling out in Mando'a. She doesn't know what they're saying, but even still her eyes narrow in her helmet as she glares toward Vandred behind her. <"Too late," She hisses, accusatory in tone. This is clearly all his fault. She hasn't moved since the voices called out, apparently counting on her lack of movement or response to stop those fellows from asking their questions. Must have been the wind.

The Mando Savages confronted by Vandred? They stare, pointing where he demands the location of. Someone may need new wasteland pants.

He probably does.

Yeah.

<"I'm taking the lift down. It's too quiet here.. let's change this up some, yeah."> Sumi steps into the lift and freefalls until her jetpack kicks in and saves her legs from crumbling against the force of hero landing below. Instead, she comes to a healthy hover, then sets down.

The lift shaft hatch opens behind Sumi, and she turns, switching to a bi-lateral pistol stance where she keeps the blaster close to her mid-section. A slow pan right, then left before stepping out.

IT'S a long service corridor, with several of the hatches open along the way. According to the map, this corridor leads to a service area with a makeshift lift cut into the floor, where, allegedly their booty awaits.

ADDITIONALLY, the corridor is ripe with noise. There are voices, and for those who detect smells, fragrance of food. The sign of smelting work accompanies the voices that enjoy food, work, or whatever passes for a good time here. <<"There's a lot of people here, I think. Smelters, food, but it's a path to our loot. I think. Be ready for a good fight, here.">> Sumi moves forward, stacking on the first door patiently to listen inside.

Sure enough Narsai had followed, but the voices and sounds of others within this level? It's quick to confirm the announcement. <<"We might make it if we move fast unseen,>> she offers, blaster pistol still held at the ready in a two-handed grip. <<"But no way they'd miss the packs at this distance. We try that and we'll be letting them know immediately, so we might as well strike first if people don't think they can make the run.">> A glance given to thoe who'd followed them as Narsai stacks up at the other side, ready to move. <<"What's the call? Anyone don't think they're up to sneaking by?">>

Jenth is onece again clipped to Tara's belt, and the pair descend rather slower but more stably than Sumi. Seperated again, they move up into the corridor, Mando on the right, droid on the left. When Sumi speaks of lots of people ahead, Tara unclips the flamer from her backplate and passes it over to Jenth in exchange for the EE-3. It's CQB time, and she's not taking any chances. <<"Make sure your helmets are all sealed if you can, it's gonna get hot in here if we have to fight.">> <<"We're gonna. I'm picking up at least twenty four enemy signatures.>> The droid accepts the flamethrower, expertly checking the weapon over and lighting the pilot light.">> <<"Makes me extra glad I gave you the flamer then. Not sure if I'm fast and quiet enough to get past that many people.">> Jenth stacks up behind Narsai, Tara behind the droid.

<Good to go, Sumi,> Ca'tra answers as the Alor steps into the shaft. She stays behind watching both ways until Sumi is down, rocket flares hurt, so she spaces the ascent. A mirror image of Sumi she points her gun in the opposite direction, armor flattened to the wall. It's got to break open sometime soon.

Roth moves forward and makes sure that the others have made it down the shaft before her black and gold armored self drops down the shaft as well. Landing in a crouch. Oh thank gods, her knees didn't explode. She stays there for the moment, waiting to get the drop on things.

After they drop their weapons, as soon as Vandred speaks, right on his heels, it's all the same to Jacali. She gave him the scant few moments it'd take to get the attentions of those Mandalorians that mere moments ago were assured of their superior hand. She then slinks her way out somewhere behind the Shi'ido Mando, pistol gripped in one hand and pointed levely in their direction as Vandred makes his threats. She says nothing, hoping that the unimposing figure she cuts is granted some sort of menace by virtue of the primes weapon she holds. Soon, she is apprehending those wayward savages, once they've directed her friend in the proper direction. It's hard to say what she's using to bind them, but first guesses would be some sort of tourniquet. That's going to get uncomfortable in a hurry, for certain. <"Target secured."> She offers to Vandred after she completes binding the first, her head turning in his direction to watch his next actions, despite the fact that she's already backing away toward the access hatch. <"I would suggest rendering the targets unconcious, lest they call out for reinforcements as soon as we're out of sight. It would render the others' distractions pointless if we allowed for such.">

Letting everything fall back down - only after Jacali's got everyone tied and bound in place - Vandred shakes himself around a bit before he lets out a sharp exhale. He coughs a few times in his helm as his throat adjusts itself. He begins pacing up to them after she's got them tied down, and pats them down - even the one that had an accident, they're working here! - and.. Ah. He comes up with a datapad.

A cursory download of its contents, and he uploads the map in general - so the other group can see it pop up - before he nods towards Jacali. Up comes the E-11.

Down comes the E-11. Up comes the E-11.. It's all very mechanical. These people need to be knocked out. He beats them unconscious, ignoring protests until they're rendered unconscious by repeated bludgeoning. He checks his E-11, and then stands. <<"Thank you, and good idea.">> Blink click. Blink click. A path is uploaded to Jacali - avoiding the guard routes. <<"Does this seem OK? Take the lead - I trust you to keep us following it. Think of just following veins!>>"

A nod is given to the vode with her before Sumi pies the corner and takes a firing stance. <"OYA!-- Hahaha!"> Followed by the loud distinctive BIC-COOOW BIC-COOOW BIC-COOOW of a DL-44 handcannon. It's rather poor aim on Sumi's part, but that's what excitement and tacheypsychia gets you; tunnel vision. Sumi scores a sparking hit off one of these brutes, then pivots to the other side of the door as the others pour in to mop up her mess. Sumi is moving to the next room, stacking and waiting for any investigators to pass so she can SHOOT THEM IN THE BACK!

Once violence begins? The Ordo clan Mandalorian was quick to do her part. The heavy sounds of her blaster Handcannons ring out, blasting one target down with a smoking hole in his chest, she ducks low and shifts position smoothly, allowing the other shooter to aim over her head thanks to her shorter form. Another shot, the second target is struck but standing. Of course, as Narsai too spills into the room, she very much doubts he's 'happy'.

Moving into the corridor, Tara and Jenth each take a room. With a nasally metallic cry of <"For Mandalore!"> The droid unleashes hell into its room, the lanky machine backlit brightly by the wall of plasma filling the room, setting the two brutes inside alight. There is... screaming. Lots of screaming. In Tara's room, there's no battle cry. One savage goes down to a double tap to the chest, the other having his right leg buckle under him as the Sentinel's heavy bolt burns a shot straight through the knee. <<"What do you think, Alor? He's got the spirit!">>

That instinct for when a fight is going to break out is turned to high after the slow creeping down the sandy corridors. An instant after Sumi steps into the room screaming, Ca'tra breaks in the opposite direction making a bloody mess of a man; he bleeds from the blaster bolt into the remnants of his food tray. She pivots to stalk behind Sumi blaster at the ready.

Roth gets a line of sight and she's already drawn her swords. We all know what happens next? Right? RIGHT! She takes off at a charge, slicing and dicing as she goes, but, in this close she's not so precise and she swings her swords wide, missing one and then hitting the next. She'd take it.

Amidst the battle cries and blaster fire, Jacali eases her way down the corridor with careful steps and keen eyes. Halfway down, she pauses, her head tilting as she considers what had been shown on the HUD, the layout of the very path they're walking. Her head drifts downward, lips pursing unseen beneath her mask, <"According to informations acquired, we should be able to drop down at the end of the corridor our companions are currently occupying,"> She relays to her fellow stalky friend. Despite the chaos that is rampant around them, beneath them, before them, Jacali's tone is oddly level and controlled. Not that the others can really hear her as she speaks with Vandred about their plans and actions to come, but it might suggest a fair deal of comfort in these sorts of situations. <"Thereby bypassing the entirety of their conflict, to reach the cargo lift completely unscathed and unnoticed."> She concludes, moving off to do exactly as she has expressed.

<<"Sounds like a plan, Jacali. I'd like to really avoid getting shot this time.">>

Vandred's form hunches itself to give him a bit of a quiter rush forwards, the 'wings' he's so meticulously looked after getting bumped a few times before he folds them up properly behind his back. He shifts to adjust his E-11, adjusting it to something more comfortable.

<<"We'll grab what we need, make our way back out the same way. We'll break their thermal vents, give them too much trouble to make us worth it.">>

War. This is all Mandalore has. In the grim future of the Galaxy where the Jedi once quietly ruled by puppet govenrments? There is only war. Kora, Ordo, Sur. They cut down mandalorians who have gone rabid for it and the forces they assail may be struck surprised, but they rally as Mandalorians are wont to.

Green and red blaster fire rains from all directions as savages lean from cover, shouting warcries and hooting. Those of the heavier, melee fighting ranks still standing charge, hacking down droids and swinging at humanoids alike.

At the end of the all though? There is a Janging from a vent that drops, unnoticed by much of the melee. Especially the brutes that are on fire. Because it is now war.

And war never changes.

Sumi ducks her head slightly as a green blaster bolt hisses by. When she straightens, Sumi's blaster is extended forward, supported by two hands. Her return fire is distinct, though her miss is legendary. It smacks the ceiling showering sparks, but her subsequent shots ring true. One injured is taken out, spilling them backward over a table, and another is stopped dead in their tracks when the modified blaster bolt savagely penetrates their chest and cuts through their heart.

Sumi kicks the fallen body to their back, standing on the gurgling and dying female's throat while she motions. <"KILL EM ALL!"> A still smoking blaster pans for the next target while the struggling crusader claws helplessly at Sumi's armored shin, choking.

Despite being on fire, the Hut'uun in Jenth's room are so crazy that they start shooting. Accurately. One round slams into the droid's leg, the other into its chest, and Tara's new robotic hunting partner stumbles backwards and collapses against the wall. <"Jenth! I've got you!">> The hunter snags the flamer and clips it onto her backplate, The droid is slung over her shoulder, and she launches a fusillade of bolts into the hostiles sending another to the ground.< "Oya, Hut'uun! Come die!">

Bolts fly at Narsai, filling the narrow space she files through and forcing her to weave between scorching death. A quick pair of snapshots from her own weapon cross the space, but her evasive movements leave her no time to perfect her aim and her bolts fail to find their mark. It's enough to earn a frown of her lips behind the mask, but already she was adjusting.

The engine of war rolls on. Ca'tra, the healer, leaves another bleeding in her wake as they systematically move through the room. Two good hits take the next man down; his body jerking left then right under the impact of the bolts. Steadying her arm, she walks on.

Roth's still working on the brutes, if there were still savages standing when she got done cutting a bloody path then she'd help! She's aiming for legs and abdomens as she cuts and slices the brutes. Thank god this armor was awesome and she just had a sting from her injury.

More fall, many keeping to cover, leaning around to fire or ducking when one of their own are blasted down. Numbers dwindle - and none seem to have tripped an alarm despite this madness as two more of the bigger ax wielders fall, burned to death and the other cut down by by Kirioth.

Behind it all? Jacali and Vandred drop from the ceiling and head down the cargo lift, unscathed. Unseen!

Sumi takes a knee just as another blast sails by her, sparking off the bulkhead. Her retaliation comes from a hammered pair of shots that claim a leg, and lastly his chest. The Mandalorian spills back in a pile just as another sprints for cover. Sumi tags them in the chest, sending their frame into a short spin to tumble over the cover and land with a thump!

<"One down, another injured! Keep up the fight! Hahaha!">

Tara holsters her pistols and brings out the flamer again, unleashing a roiling cloud of fire that floods across the ceiling. Seems that a lot of the fireproofing of the materials inside the frigate has stopped working over time, since the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire. <"Run, Hut'uun! Run or /burn/!">

One of Sumi's wounded staggers Ca'tra's way. He slumps to the left; she misses her first shot and nails him on the second. Another shot tags a woman in the leg, her gun skittering just out of reach. Turning back, Ca'tra kicks it out of the way and continues her march in Sumi's wake.

Wyu'ndee! I can FLLLLLLYYYY...

Or wait, no I can't! Roth's jet pack sputters after it's initial lift off and the Arkanian mandalorian comes to a skidding slide that throws off her momentum, her blades are flung out in a chance to hit SOMETHING. And it does. Thankfully.

A pair of twin bolts from the W-35 at her hand, Narsai's target falls in a heap. More fire comes her way, but the armored figure strides forwards, giving space only to the wash of the flame-projecting weapons.

More down, but not as many as the fusillades of fire die down, even with plasma fire lighting up the hallway and blocking shots. Making everything panic even as weapons fire pours into the Kora positions. The brutes are gone, shot down, or burned to death.

Still none of the overeager warriors things to call an alert.

At the service hatch, Vandred appears, his body shifted to carry up old military duffels that clatter and clang as he sets them on solid ground and descends again to Jacali who is there to load up his freak monster arms.

Sumi straightens and opens fire, taking a poised stance and outstretching her hand to wound one Mandalorian and outright kill another. Her third shot misses, sparking off the bulkhead and fizzling out with a sudden flame of friction. <"Finish them off!">> Sumi cries out, her raspy voice full of delight as she angles her weapon back, muzzle skyward and pans looking for another target to blast!

Some of their number had gotten through silently, but Narsai wasn't part of that group in the slightest. Another pair of shots, her injured target falls dead and she continues her steps. <<"We'll see how many are waiting outside for us.">>

<"Will do, Sum!"> Tara squeezes the trigger and holds it down, playing the nozzle of the flamer back and forth. The corridor is filled with fire, and any remaining hostiles are set aflame. Slinging the weapon again, Tara repositions Jenth and switches back to her pistols. <"Let's move. Get the beskade, get out of here. Someone WILL have heard that. And there's probably at least one working fire suppression system on this thing SOMEWHERE.">

Plastics and exotics burning render the air opaque. Added to the smell of food is freshly roasted meat; Ca'tra swallows keeping her gag reflex in hand. Rounding the corner, screams tell her the source of the smell; without pause, she makes headshots stilling the cries of three of the burning foe. She moves on leaving the now still forms to dissolve in flame.

Roth's a killer, but, she's an honorable one and she wouldn't want to burn to death. So the woman makes quick work of helping to end the suffering of those that were set aflame and then she's moving on.

Bags are picked up by those can carry them as the fire suppression system engages, spraying water like a torrential rainstorm within the corridors. Turning everything to steam and smoke as Fae's voice pipes in over comms,

<<"I do not fathom what you've done, Mistress, but their aircraft have begun to angle. Hadrix is drawing them off with strafing runs.">>

The ship rocks as somewhere an ion strike on the rolling fortress causes systems to spark and short out. Emergency lighting kicking in as the warrior women of Sur, Ordo, and Kora with the Clanless Shapeshifter and the Orange Haired Arkanian run with bags over shoulders, riding drop cords or rockets back to the upper level and the through panel noted by Tara earlier easily blasted open for the weak flex-steel that it is.

Up and up, and to the waiting arms of he Kyber Heart, with a treasure of antiquities and blades for the worthy to be brought back to the light.