Taking the Jewel. (Taung Mission) Open.

[T.J]

Space. It was cold and unforgiving. Much like Derin's attitude towards all the sentients on the packed transport ship. The Taung was already in a bad mood to begin with, having to don armor not fitting for a warrior of his status, forced to be striped of all but the essential weapons from his arsenal. He felt naked, but not vunerable, a mandalorian was just as deadly unarmed. Derin sat in the back of the transport ship, alone and distant from the scum that occupied it with him. Those who tried to converse with him got onlu silence.

The Taung took great pride in his task though, givin to him directly from Mandalore himself. It was the greatest honor Derin had achieved in his young life, even more so if he succeded in his mission. He was charged with going to a mudball the mutts called Corellia, told to leave some presents for the Republic to find later on. Silently watching the vermin before him, he wondered why the Taung armies hadnt already swept the galaxy clean. These.....sentients, if you would even call them that, were for the most part untrained and unskilled in any form of combat. Derin was positive that if he truly wanted to, he could make the transport a derlict ship save for him. The taung quickly pused the thoughts out of his mind, he was to be invisible, a shadow.

Derin's blood started to pump as he felt the ship decend into the Corellian atmosphere. He wasnt sure at the time how, but he knew he was going to blow up alot of people's lives in a very short time. As he stepped off the ship his black armor seemed to absorb all light that came into contact with it, his helmet made him look like wat the mongrels would call a twi'lek. Inside he despised masking his true inheritance, but he knew it was for the sake of the mission.

As the crowds thinned and the transport began prepping to take off again, Derin comm'd for a pick up. The Taung had wanted to wait so there would be a minimun of people to whitness anything out of the ordinary. A freighter speeder fell out of the skylanes shortly after, driven by a droid. Derin opened the door to the cap and stepped in, waiting until the two where back in the skylanes before taking action. Derin pulled out a silenced slug pistol and shot the droid in the head, instantly disabling it. He turned the truck into a busy skylane, scooting over in the seat and dumping the droids body minus the head out the driver side door. The undercover Taung then sped off towards his first destination, the main space port of Corellia.

 

[Arm514ve]

Shawn landed his ship at the main space port on Corellia, and step off his ship, placeing his helmet on his head, whith a satisfying click, and holstering his dual pistols. He needed some time off of Coruscant to clear his head and think of what his future held. 'Should I go back to the guild? would they even accept me back after the things I've said?' theses were some of the things Shawn thought about as he roamed the space port.

 

[T.J]

Derin flew with as much caution was he possibly could as he drove the freighter speeder towards the main space hub of Corellia. His cargo was deadly, and if he were to be hit or shot at, it blow him and everything within a very large radius to kingdom come. The plan that was given to him was simple, fly the vehicle containing the bomb to the designated location, another will be provided contaning the next bomb. Continuing the proccess insured a smiple yet effective way to plant several bombs without drawing to much suspicion.

The Taung landed the speeder without much fuss. Close enough to the hub to cause considerable damage, but far enough away to not draw attention. Derin again comm'd for a pickup, thistime waiting for a smaller family sized speeder to arrive. He started walking away from the freighter speeder as he did so, he didnt want to draw any eyes to it.

 

[Arm514ve]

Shawn walked by as a cargo speeder parked not even at a drop off spot, and watched a armored Twi’lek get out and walk Shawn got a bad vibe from him and got out a micro tracer, and walked up to the armored Twi’lek, and Shawn put his hand on the man shoulder planting the tracer. "Hay buddy what’s with the cargo speeder when your clearly not a delivery man?"

 

[T.J]

Underneath Derin's helmet, his face was one of slight shock and disgust. Because his armor did not show what he really was, mongrels seemed to just come up to him like it was nothing. The one next to him even touched him. It was almost enough to make the Taung forsake his mission, but being that he was bonud by his responsibility and loyalty to Mandalore, he stayed his hand.

" Please dont touch me. My buisiness is none of your concern. " The warrior said with much effort. It took everything inside of him to keep himself from lashing out at the other armored sentient. Derin's own words sounded alien to him as he brushed off the place where the humaonid had touched him, unknowingly knocking off the tracer as he did so.

The family sized speeder decended out of the skylane and landed close to the two armored men. Out of it stepped two more men dressed similar but obviously different from Derin's. They beckoned for the Taung to come over without speaking. Derin looked once at the armored man, then walked towards his squad mates, keeping the sentient in his peripheral as he did so.

As the speeder shot through the sky the cabin was quiet for a time, Derin was formulating he and his brothers next plan of action. He breifly thought about the armored humanoid at the space hub, even if he was tofind the bomb, there was no ties with Derin to it, other than the fact that he drove the freighter speeder. Even if he moved it the explosion would still do considerable damage no matter where it was.

Derin turned to the man on his left, he was the demolitions expert of the group, being training in practically all forms of high and low yield explosives. His name was Tor, and Derin trusted him more than himself with the high yield stuff.

" The bombs in place at the space hub, all we need to do now is set up the explosives in the other four places and we're set. Our next stop will be the CSec building. Is our package ready?"

Tor looked over at Derin slowly, as if he was being asked a stupid question.

" Of course its ready. What do you take me for? Im not some run of the mill di'kut that merely dabbles in bombs, they are my life." The Taung emphasised life, like it was his dieing breath. Tor was one of the more serious Taung's Derin had come across, always going by the book and never taking short cuts.

The man at the wheel was the tech specialist of the group that went by the name of Zen. The man to his right was the squads linguistic expert, having learned several widely used languages such as Hutt and Twi'lek. When out in public he would speak for the group, his name was Callem. Derin kept his mind totally focused as the speeder decended and began to land on one of the pads near CSec headquarters. When they where totally down he would comm for the next freighter truck to come.

 

[Thecomicbookbroad]

Twenty years ago she was doing the same damn thing and although Mullen held the scars of his trade, his Twi’lek sibling still radiated beauty only the soft of heart could be encased in. Like a golden body cast, BelleBlair seemed untouched by time. Her Lekku were restrained and dangled behind her shoulders, rendered immobile by choice- lest a fellow Twi’lek discover her lack of control over them. She shut her eyes of warm olive and wore a frown as her elder brother darkened her charcoal skin with his shadow.

“I can’t believe this!” He snarled, spittle spraying his stubby beard. He clenched his hands before him and gesture harshly sending the gray woman back with a jolt.

“Mullen…please…be still” she pleaded.

“My ship is gone!" He shouted, blocking her way down the Csec entrance.

“Gone!” he threw his arm and she opened one eye with annoyance.

“Your ship was forfeit- I told you-”

“They won’t do a damn thing about it…” he went on, walking several paces before stopping again.

“Let’s get out of here…” He added on a dreamy note.

BelleBlair’s eye brows turned up with concern and her lips parted in question, her white clothing seemed to absorb the light surrounding her and lend her its glow.

“I plan on it…” she said with distrust as she came to his side, her body language was full of unease.

“ They’re expecting us on Coruscant by….” she trailed off as he gave her an all too familiar look, silently imploring a proposal he had made in the past. She sighed with disgust and averted her eyes, embracing herself.

“We’ve been through this…!” She said, the human came to her side and attempted to draw her to hm. She refused, gently pushing his chest away.

“You know where I stand…” said the twi’lek in gentle finality. She looked past his shoulders, her attention briefly stolen by a landing speeder carrying armored men at its descent.

Mullen moved in and kissed her lips.

She pulled away, stumbling and covering her mouth with alarm.


“Mullen!” She growled. She tore away at his second attempt and struck him with the blunt force of her palm across his cheek.


“No!” She shouted with rage, she felt violated and sickened. His blatant attempt to give her the attention she had so clearly made known was unwanted left her feelings torn to pieces and her trust in him burned to cinders.

He stared with his gloved hand on her infliction.

“It isn’t appropriate…” she whimpered, wiping her mouth with her gaze down cast. She had drawn a small audience. Her eyes scanned her surroundings for a sympathetic set of eyes.

 

[Arm514ve]

Shawn had a bad feeling about the group in the family speeder, ‘since when do fully armored men drive a family speeder. Shawn ran down the terminal towards a taxi speeder and pushed a man getting into the vehicle out of the way.

“What the hell do you think your doing I was…?” The man was cut off by Shawn drawing his pistol.

“Just get out of here.” Shawn said closing the door then turned to the driver follow that family speeder. And the driver didn’t ask and did as he was told scared of the armored and armed man in his cab.

 

[T.J]

As the speeder containing Derin and his squad touched down, the lead Taung pressed a button on his guantlet. I caused the bomb in the freighter speeder back at the space hub to detonate, causeing catastrophic damage to the west side of the major space port. Originally Derin had wanted to have all bombs in place beofre detonating any of them, but the people of Corellia seemed to nosey for their own good, and he didnt want anyone tampering with or disarming the bombs. It was also a good way to keep any authority off his back for a while.

Derin and his squad stepped out of the speeder almost in unison to each other, the only one really doing anything other than standing was Derin. He of course was comm'ing over to the next speeder truck to arrive, it was only a matter of time before it arrived. The Taung idly looked around, seeing the species he was supposed to be emulating talking with a human not to far off.

 

[Thecomicbookbroad]

BelleBlair’s head turned and those around her did the same as buildings in the city’s west side came crashing down. Many rushed to the scene with pointed fingers and calls.

“Oh my….” The twi’lek clapped and hand over her mouth.

“what’s happening?” Said Mullen softly in disbelief, regarding the destruction with alarm.

He stood and bolted to the scene ramming into a passing Twi’lek male clad in armor.

“Watch yourself worm head! We’re being attacked!” He growled.

 

[T.J]

Derin smiled to himself as he heard the explosion behind him and his brothers, but it soon faded as the realization that many more explosive devices needed to be set and detonated. His mood even worsend when a scruffy human bumped into Tor, the demolitions Taung had a fiery temper that was even greater when dealing with vermin.

Tor pushed the filthy human back, " Dont touch me filth. You dont even know who your messing with." Was all Tor said before his rage consumed him. He swung at the human's head with all his might, wanting to drop the man with one blow.

Seeing what was about to unfold, Derin stepped in between the humand and Tor, blocking the Taung from striking again. Under normal circumstances he would have simply joined in, but they needed to be practically invisible for the mission at hand. Derin didnt really want to get caught from a simple fist fight.

 

[Thecomicbookbroad]

Mullen fell to the floor with a side of blood and BelleBlair cried aloud.

She went to him and lifted his head looking up at his assailants fretfully. Her eyes nervously roamed then and her mouth was tight with fear.

“Mullen!” She turned his face to hers. The whites of his eyes showed as he gargled blood let loose from the iron fist that struck him. She struggled beneath his weight as she attempted to sit him up on his own, her Lekku quivered.

 

[Kit]

Tremors. Plumes of dust. Fire. Screaming.

Just like the last time he'd been here. Except this time, he had had nothing to do with it. This was real, not a ploy. And that meant that the damage...

Kitaara Larellan had never been a humanitarian, but this was Corellia. Nobody attacked his home world and got away with it.

Quickly unstrapping himself from the pilots seat, he input a series of commands that would see his ship stay exactly where he left it. High above the ground, waiting for his return. Dashing back to the cargo hold, he made his choices quickly. Flight, firepower... A solid defence.

AX-13 would be perfect, except for the fact he had never repaired it out of pride. It's sister suit AX-14, designated "The Twin" would suffice.

A single word saw the cargo bay doors open, and he was falling. His scanners and sensors confirmed what 13 years of experience had taught him. He had time.

His computers had been scanning the entire network, police reports, suspicious activity... And had found a correlation. The same comm-unit had called in a number of transports from a number of locations. One of which had been...

"The space port... Arrogant bastards, they think they're invincible..."

The on-board computer immediately located the comm unit, as well as sending anonymous tip offs to CorSec about bombs planted at the other locations.

His thrusters kicked in, and within seconds he was high above the CorSec hq. Luckily it was empty, considering he intended to deal out a very bloody revenge.

It took a few seconds to descend, but he knew as soon as he saw... An armoured behemoths picking a fight, and another breaking it up. Clearly trying to avoid unwanted attention.

The Twin lacked the sophisticated diagnostics of AX-20, so he couldn't tell what was under the armour, pity. Knowledge was power.

Dropping from the sky, impacting the ground with a noise that wouldn't have been out of place on a battlefield.

His helmet turned to face the armoured... Things, and wordlessly looked them up and down.

"I don't say this a lot, or... Well, ever. But, I really hope I'm wrong. You guys look like you mean business, and that's the most dangerous kind of look."

His weapons systems were already warming up, his dual blasters needed only to reveal themselves and his plasma core was already warmed up. Not to mention the other even more deadly hidden tricks...

"So, gonna own up to what you've done and turn yourselves in, or am I going to have to put on my fighting suit?"

 

[Arm514ve]

Shawn had the taxi driver let him out a few feet out of site, as Shawn got out he heard then saw the explosion. 'I hate it when my hunches are right.' Shawn said as he left the taxi driver screaming at him to pay and he readied his assault slug thrower, with AP rounds, and made sure explosive clips were in his pistols, as he rounded the corner he saw BelleBlair, 'what the frak was she doing here.' then he saw the squad of armored, and one was holding the other back from attacking a human on the ground "Mullens that idiotic.." Shawn’s thought was cut short by another armored figure that just dropped from the sky. "Now that’s some neat armor why can't mine do that?" Then Shawn slowly moved from cover to cover, slowly makeing his way towards BelleBlair, he didnt want anything bad to happen to her incase things got hot. He also didn't want to give away that there was a second threat to the unknown terrorists, other than the newly arived armored person.

 

[T.J]

Derin swore under his breathe as he heard the slamming sound of something impacting metal, and swore again when he quickly turned his head to see that an armored figure had been the cause of said noise. At first he thought of using Callem to try and reason with the new figure, thinknig that there was nothing that could incriminate them. His thoughts where soon dashed though when the armed warrior hinted thta he knew that Derin and his squad had been the cause of the explosion.

The Taung praised the gods when the speeder truck carrying the second bomb touched down behind Derin and his squad. It was a mixed feeling for Derin though, on one hand he had just gotten the leverage to escape and at least get the third bomb set. On the other had he was passing up a fight with what looked like a very worthy opponent. Even though the Taung had been forced to strip himself of all his armor and forced to wear a cheap substitue to keep his true identity safe, he still wanted to fight someone worth fighting.

Derin brought up his bracer that held the detonator in it and used his helmet to amplify his voice before speaking.

" Back off stranger, unless you want to go up with the rest of this platform and everyone else on it.... I have no fear in deing honorably. And neither do my brothers." Was all Derin said as his squadmates started readying for battle. He himself had only a silenced slug pistol as a ranged weapon at the time, so he kept his finger poised over the detonator. His brothers were all armed with heavy slug rifles containing high explosive rounds, Derin ordered them to bring them ahead of time just incase something went horribly wrong.

Derin started slowly backing up towards the speeder he and his squadmates had arrived in before the metal man even gave his response. If anything the vehicle could be used as cover.

 

[Thecomicbookbroad]

Mullen was limp and lifeless as the Twi’lek tried desperately to rouse him. She pulled him to her and embraced his upper body protectively. Her eyes scanned the strange group for a moment full of anger and fear and then another arrived.

A man form the skin in a suite of metal, crushing the weak floor beneath him as her touched down and faced her brother’s assailants. She hugged the burly human close as the crash broke the air and released him with a bewildered gasp as the small armada admitted to the attack down town! Even threatening more destruction right where she stood. The twi’lek was being held hostage- holding her bloodied sibling in her arms as history unfolded before her, uncertain as to where she would stand when the creases smoothed.

 

[Arm514ve]

Shawn kept in cover as he aproched the armored group. He moved into position were he could hear them clearly admit to the bombing. He then saw the armored man he ran into earlier hold up his arm stating that he had the detonator, at the ready to blow them all up. He saw Belle near the armored men and Mullens downed body. Shawn planed on putting an explosive round into the armored guys arm and blow it off but he didn’t want to get a civilian involved especially since it was someone he knew. Shawn ran from cover and grabbed Belle leaving Mullen behind and pulled Belle around the corner and away from the group.

 

[Jiang Winters]

Coronet City, Corellia.

He had heard rumors of this world and its beauty, and the strength of its people, but he had never had a chance to witness it for himself until today.

Ayda, the wandering mercenary, slowly walked through the streets of the capital city, the long black robes worn to conceal his armor and weaponry fluttering in the wind with each long stride he took, though they did nothing to silence the intimidating thud each of his footfalls made, as his heavy combat boots impacted the duracrete surface of the sidewalk.

The glowing lenses of his respirator shone out from under his hood like the fierce twin suns of Tatooine, their nightmarish red glow spooking away more than one person who managed to get a peek into the blackness under his hood. He ignored them and kept walking onwards to his goal: CorSec's HQ.

He wasn't actually going into the main hall, he just wanted to duck into one of the service entrances to get close enough to establish a remote connection to their mainframe with his datapad. Then he could see if they had what he was searching for, and leave.

When a tremendous explosion at the spaceport shattered the peaceful atmosphere, the blast ripping through many buildings, it triggered an adrenal burst in the black-clad man, who started running towards CorSec HQ. He was neither seeking safety nor a way to get back to his ship, which was - luckily enough - parked at a independent spaceport on the outskirts of Coronet.

Rather, he wanted to get in, hack the mainframe, and get out while CorSec was still preoccupied with the blast. It made the perfect cover for his activities.

He had just reached the landing pads outside CorSec when a man in some sort of power armor suit fell from the sky, like a drop trooper in holo-vids of old. Ayda couldn't help himself; he just stopped and watched, the HUD projected inside his respirator locking on to and tracking the falling suit up until it impacted the platform with a mighty thud, the sounds of metal rending under the landing reaching even his distant ears.

Now, that meant one of two things. Either some pilot, who had been conviently wearing power armor, had just bailed out of his ship... Or there was trouble on the pad. He suspected the latter, and if that trouble was the same terrorists who had just blown the spaceport to hell, then it had just become Ayda's problem as well. CorSec needed to remain intact, at least until he had been able to download the information.

The armored merc broke into a dash, ripping off his robes as he ran and haphazardly depositing them on the ground behind as he forced his way through the crowds and up to the landing platform, detaching his Heavy Battle Rifle from its mag-clamps on his back as he ran and bringing it forward into firing position.

He cocked the weapon just as he reached the pad, lenses of his goggles burning hellishly as he surveyed the scene, his HUD updating and displaying target boxes as it acquired all those present on the screen.

He slowed to a walk as he brought the weapon to his shoulder and held it tight, a triangular blue targeting reticule appearing in his Heads-up display as his armor synced with the weapon. A speeder truck touched down on the platform behind a group of armed individuals, one of whom seemed to have a thermal detonator built into his bracer. A simple thought, and a blood-red box appeared around that man, tagging him as a priority target.

The male was backing up - no matter. Ayda started walking forward in a slight crouch-walk, staying just to the right of the power armor-equipped individual and keeping his targeting reticule trained on the armored fellow's head as he ran through a list of his options. Option A, he ran like hell. Scratch that; he needed CorSec intact, and to do that these bastards needed to die.

Option B, shoot his target in the head before he could arm his detonator. That sounded like a good idea, actually. It looked like the detonator didn't have a dead-man's switch, and he was confident that the destructive power of the 7.62x60MM semi-armor-piercing explosive rounds in his rifle would make quick work of him. If not, he could just shoot him in his shoulder and blow off the arm that held the detonator. Or shoot him in the chest and blow his torso open. So many choices. Blowing his arm off sounded like the safest bet though.

Keeping his rifle trained on his target, he crouch-walked until he was two meters to the left of the man who fell from the sky, though he paid him no heed; he was completely focused on the terrorists in front of him. Terrorists... There would be no negotiating with them, of that he was certain.

And so, he laid the dimly glowing blue targeting reticule on the leader's shoulder. More specifically, the shoulder to which the arm holding the detonator was attached. He took a knee and steadied himself, an adrenaline surge flowing through his system as time seemed to slow down. He had a choice to make. Risk firing an explosive round into the man's arm to rip it off, without setting off the detonator, or let him walk back and hope that the bomb left behind could be disarmed.

His instincts screamed at him to pull the trigger and eliminate the threat the detonator posed, but he stopped himself. There were a lot of other hostiles; he couldn't handle them all without help, or a distraction. So, Ayda waited and kept his rifle on the targeted joint, pausing to see what Mr. Power Armor would do.

 

[Thecomicbookbroad]

BelleBlair was in a daze she scarcely realized how rapidly the gap grew between she and her brother before her eyes registered him as but a spot in the distance.

When her mind finally took control of her body she was hysterical. In the arms of another unfamiliar figure clad in armor she struggled. Unaware if he was friend or foe, her instinct demanded for her to flee- lest he be one of “them”. The terrorist. There was a very real possibility she was being taken hostage.

Her heart wanted her to think otherwise…to believe she was being rescued instead.

“Let go of me!” She cried, pushing away his concealed face, “Mullen!” she turned, wanting whole heartedly to see his scruffy visage near. All she found was the growing distance…away from the combatants, destruction and her sibling left unconscious amongst them.

She began to sob with desperation.

 

[Kit]

Larellan was aware of well... everything that was happening around him. He was aware of the new bomb arriving before it did, he noticed the newcomer creeping towards the men with the bombs. He tried to ignore the wailing Twi'lek and the other man in armour. However, his eyes never left the detonator.

A metallic, quiet voice rang in his ears, his on-board computer running through a number of various scenarios. He was waiting to see if it would mention trying to shoot the detonator out... a strategy that seemed promising at first glance, but much more dangerous that he would have liked.

Ideally, he would be able to turn his back on the unfolding danger, and walk away. Or fly, considering the size of that bloody explosion at the spaceport. But this wasn't just any world. This was where he was born, the place he had become who he was today.He may well not be the hero, but he certainly wasn't the villain.

Finally, the voice suggested an idea that could work. And work well. It relied on one of the much more advanced systems in his suit, and an unhealthy reliance on the chance that the men he was preparing to fight were not brilliant fighters... but it would work. And it carried far less risk from that bomb than the other ideas he had floating around.

So, without a word, or even a movement on his part, his suit began to whirr, and click. To most that would be the sound of serious mechanical issues. But with the later models of his armour, it was the sound of his nastier toys gearing up.

The topside armour of his right arm clicked open, and what looked like a blaster seemed to build itself out of the gap. What was unmistakeably a gun appeared from his right shoulder, tracking where his eyes pointed. However, the suit appeared to shut down immediately afterward, going totally immobile.

Less than a second later, however, it returned to life. And, once more, it spoke.

"I'll ask you one more time, give up, and give yourselves in. I can't guarantee you'll survive if you decide to fight me, but Corellia doesn't execute those it arrests. The Republic may, if they decide you're enemy combatants, but if Corellia won't let that happen if you are arrested here."

By itself, the faceplate of his helmet slid upwards, revealing the man beneath. His face was scarred, pitted and aged. Clearly the face of a man who knew his way around a fight.

"Because your trump card is gone. That bomb... your detonator, is worse than useless. You see, this suit is an Armour Killer. I built it to take down suits just like it. I've got everything you could dream of for taking down armoured targets, and this neat little trick I built in. A semi-localised electro-magnetic pulse, or EMP. Your detonator won't work. Neither will your getaway vehicle's electronics. I don't recommend trying to fly it."

Unbeknownst to Larellan, he had severely handicapped the man that had come to his aid, as all the technological gadgetry he carried would have been irrevocably shut down. Fixable, but not without a lot of work, hours if not days. Likewise, the armoured men's detonator, and thier bomb would be useless.

"Now, I'm fine, because I'm not stupid enough to build a weapon that would cripple myself. So, at the moment, I'm your very worst nightmare. Now, surrender, cause I don't intend to play nice..."

 

[T.J]

EMP.....it fell on deaf ears for the Taung squad as they faced their opponent. Their species was just now coming of age in the technological world; many of Mandalore's warriors still used weapons made from the bones of the mighty mythosaur. Even though Derin and his men's armor were made to look modern and of a different species, it was still archaic, lacking the sophisticated electrical hardware throughout the protective outfit. The only thing the electro-magnetic blast did to his suit was force him to pop the seal, his air filtration system was fried.

Derin glanced down at the detonator on his wrist at the armored man's words, still keeping his head facing forward to keep up appearances. The Taung wondered what the man meant by it was worse than useless, seeing that he hadn’t even turned it on yet. The detonators and explosive devices of his people required to be fired up before actually being used. Whatever this EMP was that the armor clad man spoke of, it had done nothing that Derin could see. In fact he really didn’t see anything happen, just his opponent's suit shutting down and rebooting.

Derin spoke again, this time though, his voice was quieter. Being that the speakers amplifying his voice no longer functioned. “I have nothing against you stranger, or this planet. Just the republic it stands for. You are obviously a worthy opponent, something I myself as been looking for quite some time.....But this is neither the time nor the place for such actions. I ask you again to stand down and leave. I don’t want to have to kill you in such a fashion as these.....bombs." As Derin spoke, Tor and Calem both kept their slug rifles trained on the armored man. His other two squad mates focused on the newcomer, who seemed affected by whatever the armored stranger had done.

((OOC: Well.....I asked Matt about this, and he said that the thread, "The Beginning" directly affected this thread......so I’m going to use it.))

Just as Derin finished speaking, dozens of sonic booms could be heard all around high up in the sky. At first they simply died out and silence again filled the air, but again it was shattered as landing craft and fighters of Taung design shot through the cloud cover. Most landed and began expelling troops, while those who stayed in the air stared bombing runs. Mostly on anything they flew over, not distinguishing civilian and military targets.

“Like I said, back down and leave. I think you have more pressing matters to attend to anyway. “Speaking as he tired to fire up the detonator, Derin breathed a sigh of relief as it came to life, the detonator button gaining a red glow due to a light underneath. It would simply send a radio message to the bomb to ignite and detonate, very crude, but very effective. Derin had activated it just incase the armored man attacked him and his squad in rage.