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Sisk lent his power to hers, and almost laughed at what the sight would be to an outsider. Such a small woman trying to drag his bulk to safety. While he appreciated the sentiment, and admired her tenacity, it was unneeded. To assist in the ascent, Sisk fired a quick burst from his jetpack, and as they cleared the lip, he freed his arm from hers, and landed in a crouch, his weapons ready, his eyes scanning the hangar for targets. It was a completely different place from the scene he had left, with bodies of both Alliance and Imperials scattered in various positions of death around the area. 4 meters away from the opening stood 8 armored Mandalorians, their rifle barrels still smoking as they aimed at the new arrivals. Sisk stood, and let them see who he was.
"Motir daab, vode. Motir daab." The Mandos lowered the rifle barrels, and Sisk walked forward several steps to talk to Markus, his armor and stance instantly recognizable, and clapped him on the shoulder. "Well met, Markus. But didn't you think I'd have to use the lift to get back up here?" Markus shook his head, a disconcerting gesture in the buy'ce.
"We knew you'd make it back, and that a broken lift wouldn't stop you. Also, the kriffin' dar'jetii wasn't willing to stand down, and was demanding the young ones. We weren't about to let that happen." Sisk nodded, and made a vague gesture to the docked gunships, 6 in total.
"How many?"
"37 brothers dead. Another 22 wounded, 6 of them to a point where they probably won't survive. But the enemy body count was worth it. 49 Jetii killed, another 18 captured. 27 Sith down, 185 Alliance troops, 247 Imperial troops. 85 younglings taken into custody. They've already been loaded into the gunships, and we're ready to leave when you are." Markus rattled the numbers off, and Sisk nodded. In any other society, Markus would be a general somewhere, but among the Mandalorians, he was more than content in his role. He was invaluable to Sisk, both as a logistics officer, and as a friend.
"That's lower than I expected for us. The verde are to be commended. And those who have fallen are to be remembered." Sisk stepped back, opening his body language, and gripped Xotomi's hand. "You remember Xotomi?"
Markus chuckled, the sound bleating out as a harsh blat through his helmet. "Who could forget the little Rancor? Good to see you again, ma'am." Then Markus turned back to Sisk. "Alor, chatter's been increasing across all bands. Something big is coming. We have to go."
"Motir daab, vode. Motir daab." The Mandos lowered the rifle barrels, and Sisk walked forward several steps to talk to Markus, his armor and stance instantly recognizable, and clapped him on the shoulder. "Well met, Markus. But didn't you think I'd have to use the lift to get back up here?" Markus shook his head, a disconcerting gesture in the buy'ce.
"We knew you'd make it back, and that a broken lift wouldn't stop you. Also, the kriffin' dar'jetii wasn't willing to stand down, and was demanding the young ones. We weren't about to let that happen." Sisk nodded, and made a vague gesture to the docked gunships, 6 in total.
"How many?"
"37 brothers dead. Another 22 wounded, 6 of them to a point where they probably won't survive. But the enemy body count was worth it. 49 Jetii killed, another 18 captured. 27 Sith down, 185 Alliance troops, 247 Imperial troops. 85 younglings taken into custody. They've already been loaded into the gunships, and we're ready to leave when you are." Markus rattled the numbers off, and Sisk nodded. In any other society, Markus would be a general somewhere, but among the Mandalorians, he was more than content in his role. He was invaluable to Sisk, both as a logistics officer, and as a friend.
"That's lower than I expected for us. The verde are to be commended. And those who have fallen are to be remembered." Sisk stepped back, opening his body language, and gripped Xotomi's hand. "You remember Xotomi?"
Markus chuckled, the sound bleating out as a harsh blat through his helmet. "Who could forget the little Rancor? Good to see you again, ma'am." Then Markus turned back to Sisk. "Alor, chatter's been increasing across all bands. Something big is coming. We have to go."
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