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[Drace Solus]

Coronet City, Corellia, 1531 local time​

It was the afternoon, which was the perfect time to strike. The Imperials were probably sitting in their homes, their bellies full from the lunch they just ate, not at all expecting to be struck by Mandalorians. This was the Core, not the Outer Rim, and living here rarely saw any threats of being affected by the war. That would, of course, all change today. No one was out of the reach of the Children of Mandalore.

It was too late for Corellia to scrounge up any defense by the time the Mandalorian ships boomed out of hyperspace right above the planet. The squadrons of fighters that poured out of their hangars had put up a fight (and still were), but most of the drop ships had been free to deploy troops without worrying about being shot down. Drace had been in one of those ships mere moments ago, since he had not yet earned a basilisk.

Now, he stood outside the hangar they would be striking, staring up at the hulking creation of durasteel. It was, truth be told, just a big box, its architecture mostly utilitarian, if not a bit lazy. No ship was leaving because the massive door on the other side of the building had been shut and locked as soon as fighting began, all of the workers fleeing home while security stuck around inside the warehouse.

"Someone break the door down," he ordered over his shoulders to the complement of men he lead. He was, after all a Field Marshal. He would have torn the door down himself, but Drace wanted to save ammunition for the coming slaughter. A Marauder set up some breaching charges on it, then stepped back, nodding to Drace. "Blow it."

The explosion rocked the building and sent rubble flying inward, sharp pieces of metal cutting into the guards that had gotten too close. Drace charged forward, lifting his rifle and shooting down 3 men before the security inside even realized what was going on. After a brief firefight, the smoke cleared to an empty hangar, littered with corpses. None of his men had fallen, but he had not expected them to. They stood around for a moment, staring at the aftermath, but mostly scoping out the hangar to make sure everyone was dead.

It was massive, at least about a hundred meters on each side. The ceiling stretched up far above the ground, and the floor was littered with ships of all kinds, parked and dormant. Some had control panels open, with astromech droids shut off next to them, but their doors were all locked. Drace was standing about 50 meters away from the main entrance—the only possible entrance—staring at it while his men got to work. He was with a Marauder today, though he had not made much conversation with him. Truth be told, he wasn't sure his peacock companion could even speak.

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[Birdmando]

Well this is it, time for the Mando Birdo Marauder for his first mission against the hated enemy. This isn't just any assault on the Sith Empire, but an attempt on one of their vital ship-producing worlds, Corellia. If all goes well, this will be a big victory against the Empire and the Mandalorians have everything to gain by sacking this world.

In the presence of a Mandalorian Field Marshall, the colorful Rishii will do his best and prove himself as just as much of a warrior as any of the mammals can be.

At the field Marshall's left flank with a XC7 Carbine in his hands, once the big doors were blown and Parek fired shots at some of the guards in sight, not taking as many down as the Field Marshal however. But once the fire fight was over, Parek moved forward and taking in at the sight of dead Imperials in the hangar. Parek changed the powerpack of his carbine to a fresh one while there was a break in the fighting.

Parek had his blaster carbine readied in both hands, while standing at his flank about a few meters away with watch on the entrance, with his natural senses on alert for anything and ready for any foes that would dare approach the Mandalorians as the others set out to turn all ships into scrap.

The Rishii didn't say anything to the Field Marshall yet. Truth be told he was somewhat intimidated by his rank and he was a member of Clan Solus who he hears are at least a bit xenophobic. But he doesn't need to say anything yet, when the time comes he will let his actions on the battlefield do the talking as he keeps watch.

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[Ragnar Alemanii]

While Ragnar was imprisoned, traveling and seeing the galaxy was one of those things that appealed to him as few other things did. Of course, the Outer Rim was full of wonders and mysteries, but it was the Core Worlds that held the most... corpulent reputations. If nothing else, everything up till this point has been a harrowing experience for Ragnar, if he were to be honest. Coruscant was just a bloated world full of socialites, politicians and people only satisfied if they were dissatisfied about something. And Corellia? It was all just one big factorial center, with the smog-filled skies the testament of their industry.

In the corner of a cargo hall, adjacent to the hanger bay via one of the main corridors, Ragnar sat on a durasteel crate pulled next to a table, passing the time by laying his hand flat onto the tabletop as he stabbed his vibro-knife between the spaces of his fingers in a game of bladeweave. Some Sith had been willing to play the game, back on Moriband, but it was distinctly less popular among Imperials, so Ragnar often played by himself. Thusly, Ragnar was in the habit of ignoring the guards and troops that passed through the cargo hall. Because of that, it took him a brief while to notice that there were fewer and fewer troops passing through... because they were staying in-the room, now.

Narrowing his eyes, Ragnar caught sight of one of the technicians working on adjusting the com frequency at the communications terminal. Transmissions were coming in, but they were garbled, distorted and broken. The words weren't altogether clear, but there were screams, shouts and sounds of violence. Sounds of battle. Immediately, Ragnar sheathed his vibro-knife and stood upwards. That terminal was a short-wave com system. Whatever attack that was happening, it was happening now, and on Corellia.

It was just at that moment that the ground shook like a quake had hit the earth, and the coms came alive with chatter.

"Security breach! Security breach! We have Mand--"

Blasterfire resounded from the main hangar as shouts echoed forth. As some of the guards proceeded to get cut down, Ragnar took the opposite approach. No charge, no hurling himself into battle. Instead, Ragnar used the bombastic situation to his advantage, taking strenuous efforts to keep himself concealed as he passed a stairwell until he reached the edge of the corridor that led to the hanger bay proper, but he didn't peer beyond the edge of the wall and risk being seen. Instead, Ragnar narrowed his eyes, channeling the Force to supplant his natural vision so that he could see what was happening just beyond.

It was as was suspected; Mandalorians. If memory served, this was the second time they've attacked Corellia. Several Mandalorians were in the hanger now, but two stuck out to Ragnar. The first was the figure that appeared to be commanding the others. A Field Marshal, perhaps, or a supercommando of some renown or influence. Either case, he seemed to be in charge, and at his side was... a bird? With a blaster...

Even though he was concealed by a helmet, Ragnar had to resist the urge to grin. The entire glance had taken only two or three seconds, but that was all he needed; to get a look, and with luck, a fellow fighter on his side.

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[Robert Abbotangelo]

Bob didn't particularly like Corellia. It was becoming a bit of a theme these days, that he was forced to oversee operations on planets he really genuinely disliked. The smog and the noise were off putting to a man who spent his youth in jungles. But, here he was, doing his job as was required of him. He had been sent to Corellia to inspect one of the many production and storage facilities involved with the maintenance of the Imperial starfighter corps. Not that he was really required, he figured he was just here to remind the workers who it was they were working for.

He had made his appearance in full gear, doing his best to make himself look official and intimidating. In fact he was just undoing his belt to begin getting out of his armor when the alarm began ringing, just before the building shook. With a huff, Bob re-clasped his belt, hefted his repeater, and slid a tube onto his back. Shouting could be heard, something about Mandalorians and explosives in the main hangar. So, grumbling to himself, Bob made his way to assist.

Playing true to his strengths, Bob remained low to the ground. Despite his size and the weight of the gear he was carrying, he moved surprising quietly. Years of hard living on Vatol, and then years of guerrilla warfare as a slave soldier having given him the skills to move quietly under any circumstances. The floor was a mess, scattered guards fired sporadically at the mando's, but it seemed only two of the enemy soldiers were important. A quick glance around told Bob everything he needed to know, that he needed to be quiet and fight dirty if he was to get out of this one. He caught sight of another man, hiding much the same as he was. A quick signal to the Sith, a few secret hand gestures later, and a plan was in motion.

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[Drace Solus]

As he was staring at the aftermath of the skirmish, Drace's eyes glanced over a figure poking its head out from the hallway ahead (@Shax). It seemed the man was trying to be stealthy but not realizing his own size. No one had heard him, but he'd done nothing to conceal himself, only ducking back into cover after taking a look at the hangar bay. It was all Drace needed though.

Rather than burst into action, he chose to play it smart. "Guard just poked his head out of the North hallway," he remarked to his peacock companion. He was speaking Mandalorian in a tone so casual it would be hard to hear over the ruckus. "Could be more coming from that way." He stepped back casually as he spoke, rifle in his hands. He continued to scan the hangar, turning his helmet as if facing in other directions but really just staring at the corridor.

If he reached the ship without problem, he'd step behind it for cover, but if he was interrupted, he was ready to avoid any attacks.

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[Birdmando]

The Rishii are a species not a lot of people are familiar with. but for those that are they would know that the Rishii have very good senses of sight and hearing. Robert is not as sneaky as he thought he was. The Rishii turned in that direction. The colorful Mandobirdo silently nodded after being first informed of a guard poking his head out in that hallway over there. With that, he already had his body turned towards the hallway and was still as prepared as ever with his weapon. He would keep watch for it with his weapon leveled in the direction of the hallway. The Sith forces are planning something no doubt. The marauder was ready to prove himself in the fires of battle.

But the Bird Mando didn't know what exactly would be around the corners. He expected soldiers, maybe some light-saber wielders. Still, whatever the Imperials try to do, Parek Kelborn is ready. He wouldn't go all in, too risky of a Kelborn.

Unknown to the Mandalorians, that was an Imperial Overseer that was low on the ground around the corner that poked his head out. Combined with his weight and old age, along with the weight of his armor and the two heavy weapons he's carrying, it would be almost-impossible if not impossible for him to even get up, and not be a liability in the fight to come for that matter.


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[Ragnar Alemanii]

Ragnar nodded as he and the Imperial traded sequences of kinetic communication, strategizing their next moves. The calm before the storm was an opportunity of sorts, allowed the mind to focus and hone itself. In Ragnar's case, he seethed quietly. Rage was a greater boon than all else, and helped him keep his own bouts of insanity in check, as well as cultivate the Force energy within himself, gathering it to be ready for a stalwart defense or attack. On his own, Ragnar preferred to fight among the vanguard of any force, right on the front lines. That being said, the Mandalorians had the advantage of first-blood.

First blood Ragnar mused to himself, grinning beneath his helmet. Fyrst að blæða ... síðast að deyja

Although Ragnar saw his Imperial ally and saw the perfected representation of the soft Empire that his people had associated with the Imperial Republica, he had to respect a man of that age and build still willingly throwing himself into the fires of battle. Ragnar channeled the Force through his eyes once again for another two seconds, observing the location of the two Mandalorians; one had moved behind a fighter, the other had only stayed static.

They know we're here, Ragnar concluded. Given the layout of the hanger, the tactical commander disappearing behind a fighter only gave him cover against one vector, and the... bird... thing, it was already staring toward the opening, unmoved and blaster-ready, as if waiting for an attack, and Ragnar communicated it to his ally.

Inhaling deeply, like breathing in the Dark Side that had been swelling up inside him over time, Ragnar traded the last hand signs with his Imperial ally, nodding his head in conclusion. It was obvious that the Mandalorians weren't going to pursue, which meant the next actions would be dictated by the Sith, not them. Even before walking out into the opening, Ragnar had ignited his black and red broadsaber and readied himself into a stance for defense, although it was a personalized one, and it wouldn't have been obvious. He knew where his opponents were, and he was careful to keep them both in his line of sight as he walked into the five meter opening in the corridor.

"Hwa mhi busa'ga?", Ragnar asked aloud in Mando'a.

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[Robert Abbotangelo]

Bob, was glad to see his new good buddy the Sith would be following the plan, because that just made everything easier. Like the spritely young man, and master of stealth he was, Bob slowly readjusted his gear as he watched Ragnar make his boisterous declaration in that barbaric language some liked to call 'Mando'a.'

Immediately, once the attention was brought to the Sith, Bob spun out into the doorway as well, raising the PIPE over his shoulder and aiming down the sights. His armor helped acquire the target, and as if he had been doing this his whole life, Bob launched the rocket in the tube. It flew straight for the fighter @Drace Solus was hiding behind, exploding the unprotected vehicle. If the blast from the rocket hadn't eliminated the field marshal from the fight, the shotgunning shrapnel from the fighter hopefully would. Bob however, didn't wait to see what happens. Instead he span back into the hallway, making his way towards the foreman's office though never straying too far away from his Sith companion so that they may support one another.

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[Drace Solus]

Drace heard a lightsaber ignite and saw the telltale red light bathing the walls of the hallway and swung into action. He didn't wait to see the two men, instead attacking while they stepped out into the open. He raised his wrist and fired a wrist rocket directly into the hallway as soon as the saber ignited. It would take about a second for the rocket to get there, but the two Imperials were too busy moving forward to realize that it was even coming. It would meet them as they emerged, the corner of the corridor ensuring they would not see it until the last possible minute.

It was aimed for their shins and slightly behind them, just to account for any movement they would make to avoid it by diving backwards. The fat old man wouldn't get to get up from his squatting position—let alone fire the PIPE—but Drace nevertheless strafed to his own right to distance himself from the ship. He was out in the open, but his jetpack was strapped to his back and ready to go if he needed it.

If the rocket landed, it would have the effect of a frag grenade. In the cramped 5 meter wide hallway, the two men risked knocking into each other to avoid it, and it was likely that it would hit both of them, sending shrapnel into their shins and upper legs. The Mandalorian lowered his wrist the moment the rocket flew out, instead reaching for his rifle and training it on the two.

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[Birdmando]

Oh the sound of a lightsaber igniting and the unmistakable red light that was emitted shined. Nice enough for the Sith to tell the Mandos where he was and that he's coming. But the Mandobirdo wasn't here to be friends with Sith. Quickly, the Bird Mando got out with is left hand a frag grenade and immediately after he would throw it with a powerful hand. The grenade would explode when it hits the ground and would catch the space viking Sith and the Imperial Overseer. The throw would happen after Drace launched this rocket.

The acolyte would be hard-pressed to defend against both of these attacks with the timing and given that he was only starting to emerge from the corner he was from. The overseer already committing to movements and unable to do move at anything faster than slow-motion due to his natural bulk, age, and the weight of his gear would find it impossible to evade (with those factors would also make it extremely hard and taxing for him to get up). The Overseer would never have a chance to fire his rocket launcher. Just in case, Drace with his movements would be safe from it and Parek wouldn't be in the range of anything bad coming his way should it land.

This is it, he is fighting against the hated enemy for the first time, the people who would dare slaughter Mandalorians after suppressing their culture in a petty attempt to hold on to their power. The Empire will fall.

Of course as usual after throwing the grenade, Parek would still have his blaster leveled with his other hand, ready to defend, react to new stimuli (like his grenade somehow being tossed back at him), and press the attack further if needed.

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[Ragnar Alemanii]

From the moment Ragnar had emerged into the opening, and indeed, even before he had done so, he was adamantly ready for battle. Having gathered the Force in readiness of attacking or defending, in battle stance and keeping his eyes on both opponents by having them ahead of them, Ragnar was prepared. He knew an attack would come, and in fact, he was counting on it. However, he was surprised to find that there were no bolts of plasma, no screens of fire. The moment he had revealed himself, he saw the Mandalorian leader around the starfighter having raised, not his blaster, but a wrist launcher. A rocket, ironically, but having been at the edge of the corridor's opening, Ragnar did have adequate time to react to it. On the other hand, from the bridy Mandalorian came a grenade. Ragnar obviously couldn't tell which type, but it wouldn't have mattered. In battle, there were no 'harmless' grenades.

Ragnar hadn't needed to use his lightsaber here, not now. Devoting everything to the Force, the Sith Acolyte had channeled the Force he'd been building up within him up till that point and ejected forth a basic telekinetic burst. With both of the Mandalorians' attacks coming toward the same location, Ragnar Force pushed at both of them, using the full exertion of his two arms to pour everything into it. The rocket that had fired wouldn't have been stopped; Ragnar wasn't sure if he could, anyway. He did, after all, lack the strength for his telekinetics to be an outright lethal force in their own right. But overpowering it wasn't his goal; instead, the Sith Deucalian sent a telekinetic blast to knock the rocket off-course, skewering it downwards. The rocket was already shot low, it wouldn't have taken much of a push to send it the rest of the way and explode into the ground before it reached close enough to the duo to be a danger.

With the grenade, Ragnar's Force push would have knocked it aside as well, or at the very least, interfered with the thrown weapon to ensure that it wouldn't have made it the full way to Ragnar and his ally. However, the instant after using the Force, Ragnar would retreat again, back within the corridor. The opening of the corridor was already five meters wide, and would put him well out of the range of the grenade in the first place, even if he hadn't interfered. Breathing heavily from the move, Ragnar exhaled sharply, one breath after the other, as he again began to seethe and focus on the Force within him, gathering his energies again. By now, his ally's rocket would have found its mark and detonated, no doubt killing or at least maiming the Mandalorian commander who had neglected to escape out of the seven-meter vicinity.

That was one down. Now, there was only one to go.

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[Robert Abbotangelo]

Having not seen the result of the very loud explosion Bob had caused, he elected to assume he had missed. Until a body was displayed, he wasn't going to make the mistake of assuming he was dead. He was maybe halfway down the corridor when he stopped and reloaded his PIPE, relying on his new Sith friend to cover him for the five seconds it would take for Bob to reload the weapon of destruction. In the event of a reckless Mandalorian charge on their position, Bob was more than prepared to grip his blaster pistol and gun down any who tried to foolishly engage them.

In the event that Bob remains uninterrupted, he hefts the Rocket launcher back onto his shoulder and moves the rest of the way down the corridor before stopping behind a pile of crates just before the corner junction of the corridor that some lazy technician had yet to move. He was unwilling to leave Ragnar's sight, or for the man to leave Bob's own. So merely bunkered down and watched both ends of the hall awaiting the foolish Mandalorians.

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[Birdmando]

The Sith managed to knock the grenade aside out of the way (somewhere inconsequential) with his vile space magic, he noticed but he wasn't going to be going to stand there in shock about it. But after Parek thrown his grenade, a rather large man that looks like he can barely fit in his own armor spun out into the doorway with a rocket launcher?

With his blaster already aimed in that direction (and not committed to any actions after he thrown the grenade), all the Mandobirdo™ had to do adjust his aim slightly, which he does as soon as the Overseer came into view; and shoot, and that's what he does. With the Birdmando™ shots already lined up on his target as the target aimed down the sights of his proton rocket launcher, Parek would fire three fast-paced shots at the same time the PIPE was launched heading towards the man's center of mass. Parek couldn't stop the rocket fom the guy fired, but he still fired his shots nonetheless

The shots would be poised to hit the man as is spinning away back into the hallway after firing. He's a rather large target that has his agility hampered because of his obesity (as per the ruling) and help from his choice of gear, so the colorful Mando would be able to hit a target moving significantly slower than a able-bodied man. In addition to that, him trying to be a commando will surely take it's toll on the Overseer on his joints. The angle from his target would also help him hit at the overseer-trying-to-play-commando as he is trying to go back in cover as well. On top of that, the Sith Acolyte would be hard-pressed to defend him, as he wouldn't be close enough to deflect the shots with his lightsaber and drained himself quite a bit with a quick and wide application of the Force (in addition to already have retreated around the other corner himself). These shots would cancel out all of Robert's actions that he planned on making after he would have made it back in the hallway.

With that, the Rishii Mandalorian would then draw one of his blaster pistols to his left hand, now holding two blasters in both hands. As he was doing that he would then begin moving forward at a decent pace his movements swift and graceful. Parek weapons are leveled in case some enemies dare come out. If uninterrupted he would cross 30 meters and as he's making he's ready to adjust his actions in reaction to new stimuli.


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[Drace Solus]

Drace got out of the way of the rocket just in time, and the explosion that rocked the fighter resulted in nothing more than that—an explosion. Some of the bits of metal fell around him, but they were merely like pebbles against durasteel. The Mandalorian did not wait, however. As the explosion rocked the hangar, he was already moving, flying forward using his jetpack. He held his rifle up pointed at the Deucalian as he flew, shooting three bolts at him from an angle as Drace neared, facing the Sith as he turned the corner, jetpack carrying him to the door of the foreman's office.

He opened the door with one swipe and dashed inside. If the Sith interrupted him at any point, Drace was ready to adjust the trajectory of his jetpack, but he never got closer than 10 meters with the man, and the Sith would be too tired from his display of power to properly dodge, let alone mount an attack of his own.

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[Ragnar Alemanii]

In truth, Ragnar's display of telekinetics had surprised even himself. As he retreated behind the cover of the corridor, the explosions came, forcing a concussive resonance through the ground. Although safe, Ragnar was inspired to retreat another two and a half meters down the corridor, putting him well out of the hostile invaders. With that exertion of power, Ragnar was now just beginning to feel the drain (as per the ruling) but he was by no means exhausted or spent, mentally or physically.

Returning to his rage, Ragnar narrowed his eyes, focusing his hate as he likewise began to focus himself, drawing deeply into the Dark Side of the Force in the precious interval that had followed. Blaster shots had come, firing at his previous position, but with Ragnar's earlier retreat, he was well out of range of it. Instead, he continued to consolidate the Force energy within him, building it up however he could, for the battle was far from over. Reaching out with his hand, Ragnar telekientically pulled two gas grenades from the side of his comrade's belt and priming each of the gas grenades, Ragnar rolled them both to the entrances of the doorway to the hanger, creating a six meter wide screen of riot gas (which if nothing else, would at least obscure one's line of sight through it) across its proximity. Ideally, this would have created a bottle-neck, but Ragnar knew nothing ever went as designed in battles.

All the while, from the hanger, Ragnar could hear the loud engine-like roar of a jetpack, so beloved by the Mandalorians, and noticed it as it grew more and more distant until it cut off completely. Between the trajectory of the previous attack on his old position, which showed the enemy was moving westward at an elevated level, and the proximity of the where the jetpack last resounded, Ragnar surmised that another attack was likely bound to come from the foreman's office. After all, it was what he would do in their position, and the Deucalian Sith immediately deactivated his lightsaber and, both briefly and rapidly, signaled his partner of the danger so that he'd be ready to attack. And Ragnar was no different, ready to bring his weapon to life again, should events transpire faster than expected.

Ragnar could hear the paces of one of the Mandalorians approaching, likely being the one that had fired at his partner earlier, crossing the thirty-meter expanse at a reasonable pace. Assuming nothing seized his attention in the interim, Ragnar crouched low, near to the wall (distinct from where he rolled the grenades out) and kept his eyes focused and his attention ahead, taking efforts to conceal himself behind a nearby cluster of durasteel crates of all sizes, some very small, others very large and dense. If the bird... thing, whatever it was, was going to emerge, it was likely going to do so quickly and attack suddenly, perhaps even before coming through. On the other hand, Ragnar also kept his hand, not only holding his lightsaber, but also used his opposite hand to hold the blaster that was on his waist, finger on the trigger and ready to fire at a moment's notice.

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[Robert Abbotangelo]

Thanks to the twisting of Bob's body, and the fact that he was already moving to avoid any incoming fire, allowed the large man to step out of the way of the clumsy shots the strange birdman attempted to send his way. Allowing him to complete his actions.

Bob noticed his Sith partner give him some signals from across the way, paying no nevermind to the fact that the duplicitous Sith had stolen his poor gas grenades off of his belt. He could have deciphered the threat of the Mandalorian jetpacks simply by listening with half an ear as the roaring engines overtook the tensely quiet warehouse. Regardless, Bob gestured that he understood, and span to be ready to combat the new-old threat.

He was still a ways away from the foremans office, and that just made everything easier. He left his repeater atop the crate, just in case he should need to switch to it and begin firing down the corridor. Meanwhile, he retrieved the PIPE once again and aimed it carefully at the door, ready to fire the moment the door opened. In such a small area, it would be incredibly unlikely anything could avoid the blast should they come from the foremans office. He was crouched behind the crate, but still mindful of the backblast of the PIPE, so took the risk and stood slightly, raising the back of the pipe and therefore his shoulders over top of the crate so he would be safe from any self inflicted injuries, while also keeping his mass carefully hidden behind the crate and so safe from attacks from behind.

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[Drace Solus]

It appeared his peacock companion was performing beyond expectations, having downed one of the Imperials before he could even think about reaching for his PIPE. Drace wasn't paying attention, instead having swung open the door to the foreman's office. He walked in, blaster at the ready, and kicked down the two other doors until he had a clear path toward the West side of the corridor. Drace poked only the tip of his barrel and his head up to his eyes around the corner (03,02), then fired off 3 shots at the Deucalian's center mass as he turned to signal to the fat Imperial.

With the distance between them, the Deucalian would have about a second to react and dodge. If he reflected them back using his lightsaber—which was deactivated at the moment—Drace would simply duck out of the way and back into the foreman's office. He doubted the Deucalian—weary from his display with the wrist rocket—had much more fuel left in the tank, but he remained vigilant nevertheless, ready to dodge any bolt that came back. The Sith would not get the chance to hide behind any crates.

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[Birdmando]

Parek was already on the move as he watched two of his shots hit home on the Overseer's chest, causing him to fall backwards around the corner and negating every single action the overseer was going to do after that. With him knocked down with crippling blaster shots to the upper torso, he isn't getting back up to his feet any time soon. The Mando Birdo might look funny for a Mandalorian warrior, but he is still one at the end of the day. He might be a peacock, but he also has the killer instinct of a shriek-hawk.

Having almost crossed the distance and about to enter the entrance into the corridor, he what appeared to smoke grenades fill the way up into the corridor. He took a deep breath and braced himself and kept going even after crossing the thirty meters for just a bit further. Then by using his jump boots, he propelled himself forward 10 meters, passing through full radiuses gas clouds. The Bird Mando was wearing medium beskar'gam which mean his plumage wasn't exposed for the most part, but he couldn't help but feel the slight burning and irritation with his wings, tail and the eyes, but otherwise he can power-through all it's effects the gas seeing as he spent minimum time crossing both their radiuses. He also held his breath so he didn't breathe any of the gas in either. The birb would not be able to enter the corridor before Drace would exit the foreman's office, the Rishii but it would only be a short delay.

When the overseer comes into view as he cleared the gas, the Rishii Mandalorian wouldn't waste anytime aiming his left handed blaster at the Overseer just around the corner, firing two shots at the overseer's already struck upper torso, poised to finish off the man. If the Mando Birdo would be interrupted or attacked as he went through the smoke, he would react accordingly just in case, although the obscured line of sight would leave him little time to react to the birb, and not enough time to reload his PIPE in while heavily wounded.

The Kelborn Rishii would not be oblivious to the presence of the Sith somewhere as well and would be prepared for him as well.

 

[Ragnar Alemanii]

Ragnar was now more alert than ever. In spite of his effort to evade the impending attack from the birdalorian, Ragnar's eyes narrowed in frustration as his ally was struck by blaster bolts. He wasn't getting up again, that much was clear, and by the looks of it, he was now dead on the cold ground.

From the back of the hall, the second Mandalorian made his move with all the subtlety of a battering ram, barging through the foreman's office, door after door after door until he had reached the corridor within. The first move was predictable, and as if moving in sync with his enemy, Ragnar reignited his broadsaber and deflected the blaster bolt, redirecting the shot back toward the Mandalorian commander, who would himself be forced to evade danger coming his way.

Between the Mandalorian commander ducking back into the office and the total focus of the birdalorian on Ragnar's fallen comrade, the Deucalian Sith apprentice took advantage of the opening and channeled the Force within himself to produce a very brief burst of speed, retreating behind the durasteel crates from earlier.

By this point, there was no longer any merit in fighting; in either the wake of ill-preparation or the suddenness of the attack, the hanger bays were going to fall. He would fight if pressed, but if neither pursued nor intervened with, Ragnar would continue to strategically fall back again, this time to the corner of the corridor, and out of the area. Perhaps he could regroup with another regiment or battalion, but as things stood, there was little-to-nothing more he could do to persevere in his theater.

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[Robert Abbotangelo]

Bob had been shot before, but man did it never get easier. With a grunt and a growl, Bobert fell to the ground thankfully behind the cover he was already moving towards. His PIPE went spinning off somewhere, and as he struggled to retrieve his repeater he had only one thought in his mind. Boy did he need to get into shape.

He couldn't see or hear Ragnar as he painfully wriggled about on the ground, attempting to reach his very large rifle. The wringing in his ears because of the pain of laser burns in the chest were just too much to sort through. With a deep breath, Bob brought himself under control, managing to retrieve his repeater just as the damn MandoPheasant came rocketing through the smokescreen. Bob curled into a ball just as the up jumped farm animal shot at him again. Both shots connected, though through almost pure luck, on shot landed on his repeater which he used as a shield, melting the components inside but probably saving his life, while the other struck him in the arm as he brought the rifle up to defend himself.

Something unlocked in Bob's mind from his childhood, that instinctual fear of being killed by another predator. So, he played dead. Laying out on the floor doing his best to not appear breathing or moving. He couldn't do anything against the damn Mandalorian invaders, if he wanted to survive he had to wait until they were gone and he could find someway to get himself some help. But otherwise, Bob was in no position to fight, and was struggling for consciousness already, and would soon find himself unable to stay awake because of the pain. He was out of the fight, that was for sure.

Exiting thread via KO as was agreed.

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