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[Aspera Qarn]

Somewhere near Nubia...

Clunking noises and shifting of metallic bits were a constant as the old Kappa Shuttle that Aspera borrowed from the Jedi made its way out of hyperspace and into sublight speeds. Somehow she had been convinced to be the pilot for this recovery job. A Haven Medical station that had been neglected for a century perhaps from good society apparently attracted smugglers. Pirates and criminals of sorts seemed to have been spotted using the place but there was little intel on who was in charge or why they came there. Such a place this far into the core showed just how much work there was to do still all over the Galaxy.

"All these years and no one noticed a smuggler den orbiting around the Nubia system?" Aspera asked no one specific as the station came into view.

There was nothing extra or special about what the Jedi Knight had brought to the mission. Her wanderer robes were the same as always providing some armor while her lightsaber was clipped to her belt. In general she was well rested and ready to get this done. It was her first assignment as a Jedi Knight and she was eager to be more independent now. Others on the ship were unknown to her completely but there was a mixture to say the least. Rangers and Jedi alike came long. It seemed anyone could walk off the shuttle once they landed and it wouldn't be a shock.

Smugglers didn't exactly have space patrols around a wandering station left alone for a century. Aspera would guide the shuttle to land just as if she belonged and it was another delivery or visit as usual. Confidence opened many doors and when that failed many doors opened to violence. This step at least was the former. She had a feeling that would change once inside though.

"We're here. Let's go! Expect any of the locals to want to kill you. Try not to let them." Her tone was teasing but there was a tinge of seriousness behind it.

When the ramp made a thud against the durasteel floor of the bay, Aspera was the first one to step down it. Her unignited lightsaber was held in a first and she stood there daring for a reaction.

@The Steel Stag

 

[Vahn Berand]

Vahn Berand always hated hyperspace travel. Every time, the moment he saw the stars stretch into lines across the horizon of space his stomach did flips. Every time he stared out into the churning azure maelstrom of light and color of a hyperspace tunnel he felt himself break out in cold sweats. He had these little tablets he could take, but they only did so much. They put a nasty metallic taste in the back of his throat that made him constantly feel the urge to clear his throat, too.

Today was no different; the hyperspace journey they had taken was doing a number on the once proud Jedi Knight huddled up in his grey-silver jedi robes. About halfway through the trip he had just collapsed onto a small row of seats fixed to the wall just beyond the boarding ramp and sat leaning over, clutching his stomach with both hands. His loosely kept, dark hair hung before his face in sweaty strands. A sympathetic ranger sat next to him rubbing his back.

Vahn gave a grateful whine when he felt the ship jump back out of hyperspace, still wracked with hyperspace sickness. Even still, he was attentive enough to hear his fellow Jedi’s spoken question.

“I wouldn’t put it past them to have…” he paused, and doubled over in his seat while raising one finger, begging for a moment of consideration. It felt like his guts were uniting in their own little rebellion to escape through his esophagus. A few seconds passed, and then he straightened his posture once more.

“I wouldn’t put it past them to have noticed the base long ago but for just the right people to benefit from their presence in some way. I’ve…. Oh by the Force why did I eat before getting on his death trap… I’ve seen it before,” Vahn said.

The nice ranger handed him a rag to wipe the cold sweat off of his face. Vahn smiled weakly. He liked this one. Rangers are nice people. Maybe he could become a Ranger instead of a Jedi? He’d still have to use hyperspace in that case though, wouldn’t he? Hopeless.

As Aspera rallied the men, women, and others with her cry, Vahn croaked in a small voice; “Can I let them kill me, just this once?” Already however, he seemed to be sitting stiffer, straightening out as he felt the nausea recede in waves.

The boarding ramp hissed as ancient pneumatics wheezed to life, slowly dropping onto the hangar bay floor. Vahn watched the newly forged Jedi Knight proudly stride down to meet the challenges before. He slowly drew himself up onto shaky legs as he saw more than a handful of concerned glances being turned about for his welfare. He shuffled away from the whispers along the more well constituted Jedi's wake.

“Please don’t make us fight you, just surrender peacefully?” Vahn pleaded, voice cracking as he cradled his stomach with one hand. He always recovered quickly, but still the aftereffects of his hyperspace sickness sent tremors up and down his body. He looked from the heavy blast doors on the far wall, to the handful of ships of various sizes and designations, over across the dozen or so dumb struck faces. He could have cried when he heard the next words from somewhere in the rag tag group of smugglers

“Jedi! Blast em!”

“Nooooooooo….” Vahn whined before instinct took over, and he snatched up the utilitarian, durasteel lightsaber hanging at his hip.

He thumbed the activation switch on his saber, and a brilliant cobalt blue blade burst into life before him just in time for him to feebly bat away a blaster bolt that had been a split second away from burning straight through his torso. Out of simple reflex, the Jedi opened himself up to the Force, the familiar comforting presence beating down his waning ailment bit by bit. In moments, his footwork was almost acceptable as he half stumbled, half strode into the hangar bay currently erupting into blaster fire from every angle.

@Bauren

 

[It0]

"It0, what about this thing?"

In the dim lighting offered by the med stations cramped storeroom, the Bothan hefted his prize onto the top of a nearby storage container. His companion, a 2-1B Surgical Droid and Crymorah streetdoc named It0, shuffled over to inspect the find. A squat group of cylindrical glass tubes connected by a series of plasteel tubing sat coated in the thick layer of dust. Nevertheless, the medical droid recognized the instrument instantaneously.

"By the Gotra!" he exclaimed, "A PFG-700 Emergency Blood Synthesizer! And in tact it would seem."

The Bothan responded with a dull blink.

"With proper refurbishment, such a piece of equipment might fetch over six thousand credits in the right market." It0 explained. "Quite a find Truvoc! Boss Hesse will be quite pleased. Do be gentle when placing it aboard the shuttle."

Truvoc grunted his compliance and foisted the instrument on one brawny shoulder before exiting the storeroom in the direction of the station's hangar.

Assignment to the Nubus System was unusual to It0, who tended to split his time and operations between Nar Shaddaa and Coruscant. His role as sawbones for the various Crymorah families and liaison for the Droid Gotra saw him increasingly restricted to the sprawling cityscapes that encompassed the two locations.

Nevertheless, when his expertise could be leveraged for the betterment on the Crymorah (say, in appraising hardware found in an only-recently accessed storeroom on a long abandoned medical station) it pleased the 2-1B to his base circuitry.

The haggard collection of smugglers and pirates that frequented the station were all too happy to offer the find up to the Crymorah in an attempt to curry favor with Preef Zaa Fenn and his family of rogues. Boss Hesse, Preef's second in command and Crimelord of the Zaa Fenn, had personally tasked him with heading up the assessment effort.

The droid was shoulder-axes deep in a crate of Bactaboots when the familiar sound of blaster retorts reached the storeroom. He quickly made his way out the storeroom and down the corridor towards the hangar's control room. There, a startled group of smugglers were oscillating between room's assortment of instrument panels and frantically peering out the view panel that looked out over the docking bay below.

A squat, gray shuttle sat near the hangar's end, figures streaming from its landing ramp. It0 could faintly the detect the iridescent hiss of lightsabers igniting and watched in distress as one of the Jedi nimbly deflect an incoming bolt of laser fire.

"Jedi." he sighed through his vocabulator, tugging his blaster free.

The 2-1B set his personality-array to 'AUTHORITATIVE' and strode to the center of the control room.

"Alright you sineuous bags of rotting offal!" he snarled, wrenching the panicking rogues to attention. "Unless you want to have your assorted fleshy bits lopped off by robe-wearing fundamentalists I recommend you quit your organic blubberings and start following orders!"

"B-but the men in the hangar..." one of the pirates protested.

"Instruct them that concussives are a more effective means of combating Jedi than blaster fire." It0 commanded. The door to the control room opened and Truvoc's shaken figure filled the threshold, PFG-700 still gripped between his trembling hands.

"I-It0, there's J-J-J..." he stammered.

"Yes, yes Truvoc. Jedi. We see them." He gestured one manipulator towards the viewscreen. "Easy enough to spot with their weaponized flashlights and aversion to advances in modern hairstyling. I suggest you contact Boss Hesse and see about getting reinforcements directed our way."

"In the meantime," the droid turned towards the nearest smuggler. "What auto-defenses does this facility possess that are still operational?"

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Below, the atmospheric stench of burnt ozone and charred metal was beginning to fill the hangar. Commlinks chirped and messages relayed. At the bay's rear, the blast doors slid shut with a declarative SHUNK. The pirates and smugglers began to fall back, seeking cover behind shipping containers and in the wells of doorways.

There followed a momentary lull in blaster fire, replaced by slightly more alarming noise. The rhythmic chirp of grenades being activated before they were hurled towards the intruders. Several arced through the air on direct course toward the Jedi, while others still seemed to be aimed towards their idling shuttle.

@Bauren @The Steel Stag

 

[Taldorak Trenessar]

Taldorak had been headed to Coruscant when he intercepted an S.O.S. over Syndicate comms. "This is Truvoc, we are under attack! Boss Hesse, please send reinforcements! Jedi are attacking the outpost!" the voice just sounded whiny.

"Nubia? Hmm.." He'd look over to Buyca. "What kind of assets we got over there?"

The droid would whirr and beep before pulling up a log. "Huh.. Pirate base or something. If they're claiming Zaa Fenn allegiance, who am I to turn them down? Patch me through, then relay the message."

The droid would once more whirr and beep before patching him through to the post. "This is Taldorak Trenessar, Enforcer for the Zaa Fenn. Your prayers have been answered, heading your way." As he ended the comm, Buyca would re-route the Dha'karta.

Jedi. Tal had waited years to kill some. Seemed to him like today was his lucky day. The Mandalorian would lean back in his seat before activating his comm. It would ring a few times with no answer. "Hey babe, it's Tal. Start the party without me. I gotta make us some extra coin." He would lean back in his seat, whistling as he started to clean Bethany and Rayna. Once done cleaning, Bethany would be converted to its ion launcher in preparation while Rayna stayed her gorgeous assault rifle self.

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Truvoc would start to look hopeful as he hurried back to the droid. "Th-the J-jedi! We have h-help! Some guy named.. uh... Tal?"

@Tic

 

[Aspera Qarn]

Just as the Jedi had expected. Aspera smirked as someone screamed to blast them. Hundreds of years of Jedi lore and experiences through the Galaxy had taught people nothing it seemed. The first shot that buzzed through the air towards her was aggressively returned to sender as Aspera activated her brilliant blue lightsaber blade. A few following blasts were returned or deflected as she walked off of the ramp completely and deeper into the hangar.

"Come on, enjoy yourself!" she teased at the space-sick Jedi who seemed to be in pain still.

A few rangers came pouring out of the shuttle as well once the Jedi provided some protection at the rampway. They scrambled to find crates or other things to use as cover before providing a bit of cover fire themselves. The exchange seemed pretty much a stalemate once everyone was established as pirates fired from cover as did Rangers. Shots went from constant to occasional and murmurs from the smugglers could be heard between shots. They were falling back to more cover and trying to come up with a plan perhaps.

A few moments later, the echoes of blaster fire ceased and an array of orbs were hurling towards the Jedi, the shuttle, and various ranger locations. Aspera almost cackled in response as she seemed to watch in slow motion. This was a much better tactic than blind shooting. Now the fun would really begin.

"Heads up!" She shouted happily as she pushed out her palm in front of herself, flinging a chunk of the explosives backwards.

As she was at the shuttle ramp, she protected the shuttle easily. Crates and materials shuffled under the impact of her force push before being blasted in another direction by a symphony of explosions now in the middle of the room. A few screams came as pirates who did not go back far enough got shredded, but most of them survived that defensive redirect. In the peripherals a few rangers also got hit as they were not close enough to the pair of Jedi, but that too was minimal.

"It's not too late to give up!" She taunted, knowing full well the odds of that happening.

@The Steel Stag @Tic @Rhogar

 

[Vahn Berand]

“Enjoy myself? Maybe if we weren’t immediately walking into a wall of blaster fire!” Vahn replied, voice cracking.

He poorly deflected a blaster bolt amidst the storm of fire back and forth between the emerging lines and was sent stumbling. This sudden reversal of motion caused his stomach to seize up in protest. He exchanged one wide eyed moment with a ranger before he doubled over, and was hastily pulled into cover. He covered his mouth with one hand as his abdomen spasmed in the midst of a handful of dry heaves.

“You can still surrender!” Vahn whined aloud from behind cover after his stomach quieted down fractionally.

“Wait, why did they stop firing?” he popped his head up from the crate the ranger had pulled him behind. Grenades. A bunch of them. Now that’s just rude, he thought. His fellow Jedi had caught the bulk of the explosives raining down on her position near the shuttle, but the fight had seen him stumble towards a flank of the Ranger lines. He didn’t have the extra split-second of time to focus enough to throw the concussives back where they came from, but he raised a hand, and Pushed hard out with the Force. The sudden thrust of telekinetic might was enough to neutralize their forward momentum, dropping them to detonate more or less harmlessly in the no-man’s land between the two firing lines as they formed up.

Time to get real. Vahn took a breath, quieted his mind and pulled deep from The Force. This wouldn’t heal him, or reduce the lingering effects of his sickness but it could certainly add some… distance. Just enough so that he could focus on the actual fight at hand.

Moment by moment, beat by beat Vahn fell into the rhythm of the battle as he opened himself up to The Force. He had always been taught that a Jedi was a porous thing, a sieve of thought and emotion, and it was in moments like this that the point was clear. His thoughts brushed feather-light against others, the Jedi picking up on the massed bundles of confusion, aggression, and fear as they swept up around him like dust storms. He could almost see the complex weaving patterns of intent in the chaos of the battle, if he pushed a bit harder, perhaps… No, there was more pressing business. The firefight was starting to reduce into a match of attrition; a fight that the small team of rangers and the pair of Jedi had no chance of winning. They needed to do something to make the current field untenable for the smugglers.

Vahn breathed out, and stood suddenly, his lightsaber pulled back near his head, its glowing point aimed towards the wall of assailants. Anyone familiar with the Jedi arts would recognize this as Form III, his foundation. He stepped out from behind his cover, covering himself with small, precise motions held close to his body as he moved laterally, away from the party of rangers and the Jedi at the foot of the shuttle. He was almost completely exposed as he advanced in a broad circle.

His approach was slow, a gradual, creeping movement that steadily rotated around to the flanks of the smuggler lines. He made no attempts to redirect blaster fire directly at the smugglers; every guard was a simple deflection with the smallest motion needed and the minimum necessary energy expenditure. His deep azure blue saber was a whirling flash of light before him as he warded against a hornet’s nest of blaster fire, leaving the floor surrounding him rapidly pockmocked in molten durasteel.

“That’s it. That’s right,” He thought as blaster fire rained on his exposed position. “Focus on me. I’m a jedi, you’ve all heard about my kind from when you were children,”.

“I’m right here, you can take me out right now and end half the threat,” his thoughts continued as he finally stood firm.

He simply hoped this gambit could draw enough fire to actually cause an opening for attack.

@Bauren @Tic @Rhogar

 

[It0]

"Th-the J-Jedi! We have h-help! Some guy named...uh...Tal?"

Tal? The medical droid consulted his databanks. Of course, the Mandalorian from the Coruscant job! Well that would certainly improve matters. Examining the battle unfolding below, he estimated the help couldn't arrive too soon. In every direction smugglers were flinging themselves, or being forcibly flung, out of the way of tumbling crates, errant blaster bolts, or their own grenades. The Jedi were certainly living up to expectations in terms of their ability to ragdoll assorted scum and villainy.

He snatched a comlink from the pirate next to him and approached the control room's window. Below, one of the Jedi's iridescent blades twirled rhythmically before him as several of the smugglers absurdly taking aim at the defending knight. It0 gave a disgusted tsk and raised the comlink to his vocabulator.

"Useless fleshsacks!" he barked. "Do not engage the Jedi directly! Focus on the rangers. Their deflection technique has a limited range of effect and even a Jedi can't be everywhere at once."

There was a moments pause as the pirates digested this new revelation and then the firefight began anew. Streaking bolts of laser fire rained down on the rangers from all sides, an attack pattern far too broad to be deflected by a single saber. Concurrently, a second salvo of grenades arched through the air toward the Jedi's allies.

In the control room above, It0 turned to the trembling Bothan.

"Truvoc," he said gently. "be a friend and see if there are any operable flamethrowers in the armory."

Shaken but obedient, Truvoc fled the room. From his place at the control room's fore, the medical droid surveyed the melee below. Twenty-eight of the smugglers remained blasting away at a pair of Jedi and a handful of Sector Rangers. The best they could hope was to slow the invaders down until backup arrived. Sentients were such ineffective beings.

@Bauren @The Steel Stag @Rhogar

 

[Taldorak Trenessar]

The Dha'karta would enter the system and angle for the hangar. On approach, he'd glance at the droid. "Target the ship, all cannons open fire." Buyca would beep and whirr, his little plugs working and twisting to meet his masters command. "You do good on this op, I'll buy you some upgrades, yeah?"

Buyca would beep and whirr in excitement, now the little guy had no choice -but- to shine. His chirps and other sounds would begin to mirror one of the Mandalorian war chants Taldorak had taught him.

Rising from his seat, Tal would head to the blast door of the hold. "Take out their ship, I'll hop out, then you go on security." More whirrs and beeps in response. He would ready Bethany first, eager to put his fun toy to some good use. His ship would start to fire on the Jedi's transport shuttle before it entered the hangar, several of the blasts colliding with the engines and detonating the ship. Any on the ship or close to it, would likely suffer some severe damage or death and those nearby would likely get hit by debris and shrapnel from the blast.

Some of the Rangers closest to the shuttle would almost nearly vaporize from the blast of the ship. Upon entry to the hangar, the Dha'karta would shift, allowing the blast door to open and a form to jet out and into the rafters above the fighting. "Let them have it!" Tal yelled over comms, moving along the rafters. The cannons of the ship would keep firing to apply some suppressive fire before it exited the hangar.

What was already quite frankly chaos, was just sent into overdrive by the arrival of the Mandalorian and the destruction of the Jedi ship.

@Bauren @The Steel Stag @Tic

 

[Aspera Qarn]

When her partner in Jedi shenanigans started advancing ahead, Aspera took the other flank. Her methods were less meticulous and she simply bullied her way forwards. Crates were lifted and tossed to break up cover and her lightsaber furiously deflected any incoming blasts. A few rangers followed along her path of destruction, glancing amongst themselves as they follow the screaming, violent Jedi Knight. They were lucky she was on their side.

The Jedi was about halfway to the doors to the reach further into the station when a commotion came from the shuttle area. A new ship entered the hangar and opened fire on the shuttle. That of course only brought more chaos to the hangar and more motivation to push ahead. A ride home would need to be figured out later it seemed.

"There goes our ride, puke boy." she shouted at Vahn as she ducked behind another ship for cover from the shrapnel.

A hard to miss addition was the figure among the rafters up above seeming to be hoping for.. some sort of high ground advantage. That might work against rangers but Aspera was a Jedi Knight. The explosion had paused the fighting as every single being in the hangar took solid cover to avoid fallout. This made it easy to focus as everyone began to regain their bearings. A loud grunt echoed through the hangar as the young Jedi lurched into the air aided by the force, pushing away debris as a gust of energy was left in her wake.

"Hi there!" she said cheerfully, her tone dripping with fake valley-girl kindness, while giving a big smile to Tal. Her lightsaber remained ignited and held out in front and somehow her hair had not fallen out of place at all despite the violent jump.

@The Steel Stag @Tic @Rhogar

 

[Vahn Berand]

“Puke boy isn’t going to be a thing!” Vahn snapped in retort as his fellow Jedi leapt high above into the rafters. Oh no, Puke Boy was going to be a thing. Also, apparently there was a Mandalorian now. Wonderful.

“I’ll just, ah, take care of things down here then!” Vahn shouted in those moments of recovery and reorientation after the blast. Aspera has things handled above well enough, that just leaves the ground work for him. Okay, time to get some saber work in.

He had a handful of moments to observe. The real objective was beyond however, getting deeper into the station was the real goal. It only served to benefit the smugglers to dig in to a war of attrition in the hangar.

“Keep moving! Don’t get pinned down! Our way out is gone so we’re going to have to fight our way out!” Vahn shouted, his saber raised like a banner to alert the rangers to his position. His veins pulsed with The Force flowed within like a second, life giving heartbeat that guided his actions, his instincts finely tuned to the danger of the moment. He worked on instinct, ducking, warding against blasters with the blade of his lightsaber, and catching the scattering of grenades with gripping pulses of The Force to hurl them out of a dangerous blast zone. He could feel something just on the outer edge of his senses, something the Force was trying to get him to notice. It wanted him to do...something…

He scanned the hangar, another lull in the battle pulses of the firefight had been encouraged by the destruction of the Jedi and Ranger vessel, the recoil of the chaos of the explosions and Aspera’s brief counterattack. Where, where was The Force calling him. Both sides were repositioning, setting up firing positions again and...wait, there!

He spotted it. He felt a surge of power as he noticed a thin gap towards the right flank of their line extending towards the hangar bay doors. He could cap the T; the whole firing line would have to be shooting through their own comrades in order to concentrate fire on him. More likely, they’d retreat, but just beyond them he could spy a broad durasteel door out of the hangar into the station beyond. Perfect. They had a chance to get further inside the station and end the siege here.

“Aspera, Rangers, I think I found a way into the station! Try to cover me if you’re able!” He shouted into a comm-link.

The Knight broke into a run, ducking under a stray blaster bolt as he kept his lightsaber low, only able to deflect a fraction of fire that he’d been able to before. Return fire came in a storm from the remaining Rangers, not scoring any significant hits among the smugglers but enough to break the fire he had just been deflecting moments before. Without them, he would have just barely been able to hold his ground. This was it, this was his chance.

He ran at a slight angle, just enough to put a shuttle between himself and the smugglers to break their line of sight. Then, he willed the Force into his body, and he took a running leap that narrowly allowed him to clear the vessel. He was aiming for distance, not height, with his lightsaber flashing a pair of times as he reappeared over the top of the shuttle to deflect a handful of quick snapfires that sizzled too close for comfort.

Then he landed neatly between a pair of cargo storage containers, and more importantly, a handful of stunned smugglers. Azure light flashed around him in powerful, precise arcs as he mixed himself in with the ranks, ruining easy chances at a clear shot. He cleaved through blasters, cut with short wounding strokes, and even removed a handful of limbs. The nature of a plasma blade would instantly cauterize, easily disabling his opponents even with grazing saber cuts to vulnerable locations on the body. Right now, it was anything to avoid unnecessary bloodshed. These were smugglers; simple criminals and he wasn’t on some damn fool crusade. There were other ways to deal with their kind.

@Bauren @Rhogar @Tic

 

[It0]

Taldorak (@Rhogar ), the Crymorah enforcer, arrived in a splendid blossom of fire and violence. As the droid watched the Mandalorian spring from rafter to rafter he was distinctly aware he was being offered a front-row seat to a recreation of an ancient conflict. The Mandalorian-Jedi War had ended poorly for the amoured warriors but not before they had inflicted a great many casualties upon the Jedi Order.

The hangar bay was unfettered chaos, Rangers and smugglers alike being burnt, slashed and incinerated in a haze of flame and saber-strokes. Screams and alarms rose into a general din that only added to the broiling disorder.

The control room door slid open and Truvoc's pudgy, sweat-slicked face appeared within.

"It0!" he gasped between heaving gasps of air. "Eight operational flamethrowers...in the armoury!"

The 2-1B turned towards the idle pirates who had become little more than captivated bystanders since his having taken control of the bridge.

"Truvoc," he commanded. "equip seven of these men with flamethrowers and stop those Jedi from breaching the blastdoors. They mustn't reach the station interior."

"You got it." Truvoc nodded, turning towards the door. "And the eighth flamepack?"

"You will man that yourself." the droid replied.

Truvoc gave a grim nod and led the pirates from the control room. One of the smugglers at the control panel signaled for It0's attention. Toddling over to the man's station, he peered over his shoulder at the readout display below.

"Oh, this will do QUITE nicely." he chuckled. "Deploy them immediately."

"Yessir. Security droids away." came the reply.

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Amidst the hangar's melee, the metallic shunk of blastdoors sliding begrudgingly open rang out. From beyond, a Bothan and his troop of seven smugglers charged out. Each man carried a flamethrower and immediately sought out the marauding Jedi.

"Fan out!" Truvoc barked. "Teams of two! Make sure you attack from multiple angles!"

The smugglers did as commanded and broke off into pairs. Four of the men positioned themselves beneath the rafters, where Aspera (@Bauren ) and the Mandalorian were squaring off, while the Bothan and the remaining three braced themselves behind two sets of crates and took aim at Vahn (@The Steel Stag ).

"Fire!" Truvoc shouted through his comlink. The stink of burnt ozone and then dense jets of flame whooshed towards the Jedi.

 

[Taldorak Trenessar]

Jedi were always hard to miss, especially when they had their glowsticks in hand. Tal would grin under his helm and prime his repulsor as the female Jedi leapt. She was sacrificing a lot of footing to pull off a landing. Bracing, he would time the shot of his repulsor with her landing on the beam, the burst of energy aimed directly where her feet would touch down. Such a hard attack to block, he was hoping either she'd fall straight back down, or maybe even eat some metal. He didn't care. Either way, the Jedi would be far too distracted to do much as he leapt from his rafter to the next.

Landing he'd turn to her, Rayna firing down on the Rangers below, his visor still locked on her. One of the oil drums would ignite in flames, taking a few Rangers with it. Death affected the Jedi, made it hard to focus. And with luck, the Jedi would have formed a bond, no matter how small, with her companions and be affected. "It0, I'll keep the female Jetii busy.. Try to kill the other one." he mused over comms.

@Tic @Bauren @The Steel Stag

 

[Vahn Berand]

Vahn’s attention was distracted from the growing melee around him as those blast doors scraped open. It was a sound almost impossible to miss. His attention was turned just in time to note the new comers to the fight.

Flamers, yes!

Vahn called on The Force. He flooded his muscles with power, crouching as the smugglers with flame-units set up outside of the blast door. He then leapt from his position, mere moments before the flames erupted, engulfing the melee he had just been engaging in. Vahn ignored the few pained cries of smugglers he had previously wounded.

For a brief moment, as the flamers vomited igneous streams across his former position Vahn seemed to disappear behind the light and flame; only to re-merge from ahead of the plumes off to the side. He had leapt laterally, his body tucked in defensively with his lightsaber ignited before him just high enough to get a better angle on the flamers tucked in behind crates.

A durasteel dart glinted in his hand, pulled back to about his ear. He lashed his hand forward and in those few moments of initial projection he used The Force to exaggerate the dart’s acceleration, and it leapt from his hand spinning like a slug, curving through subtle suggestions of telekinetic presence straight down into the fuel-canister of the most centrally located incinerator wielding smuggler. Upon contact, the dart would have enough force to pierce through both sides of the fuel canister of one of the flamers. If anyone was still firing close enough, or if the subtle sparks generated by the dart piercing through the fuel canister was enough ignition, well, the plume of fire would certainly be impressive.

He landed in a crouch some distance away, focusing once more on strengthening himself. He set down into a low runner’s stance, gaze focused forward as the flame-units either smoldered in their own hell or set up to attack once more. He could see the blast door ahead, still open. He had a chance, here and now.

“Aspera, the blast door is open! Can you keep it from closing on me? I’m going to make a break for it,” Vahn said through his comm link. This battle of attrition was pointless, he needed to put an end to it quickly. All he needed was a moment.

@Tic @Rhogar @Bauren