Ruusan - Space X

[Horus Tempest]

-Music-​

"Approaching the landing zone - damn this place looks like a mess. Doesn't seem to be any mercs to greet us on the way down so this may be a decent landing. Assuming I can get through that bay door. Sorry, this old bucket is hardly used to this kind of thing. Hold on!"

Horus pulled the controls back while swirling in the cockpit cabin, moving from one location to another far off to the side to flick a series of switched meant to turn on low power mode. He didn't want the ship attracting a huge amount of attention immediately. Turning back to the cockpit just in time to see the ship being peppered by small arms fire from about twenty mercenaries posted right in the middle of the landing zone.

"This day just keeps getting better and better... Anyone want to jump on the guns? I'm gonna run them down!"

Punching the ship into it's fastest gear, he completely forwent the aforementioned silent approach and instead aimed squarely for the group of mercs that called the shipyard home. Careening through the entrance wasn't the hard part - pulling up before they all became space dust was. He grimaced slightly as he heard the crunching of bones beneath the weight of the freighter itself as they slid across the large walkway and came to a stop some ways behind the group, which turned and began to fire on them again, with renewed vigor and more than a little venom. Turning the rear deflector shields to full, he spun in his chair and drew his blaster, muttering a prayer to the Force that they get through the first wave in one piece. Running from one end to the other, he stationed himself nearby the landing ramp, ready to lower it, blaster raised to stun but ready to go lethal on the drop of a hat.

"Alrighty - how's this for a first date, eh? Let's do this!!”

With a grin, he smashed the pad door and opened the freighter to incoming fire, going prone and taking aim at the nearest set of mercenaries - they weren't even behind cover. Easy pickings. Four squeezes of the trigger, four down, around twelve more to go.

-Dice Rolls-​

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[Eisa Swan]

Taking her cue as Horus spoke about manning the guns, the fiery haired teen nodded in acknowledgement before dashing through the interior of the ship towards the turret gimble. After a few moments of fastening herself into place, then figuring out how the controls worked. The turret suddenly rocked into life, catching the teen off-guard as it suddenly veered off to her right.

The turret seemed to be spinning around aimlessly whilst the young girl sat at the controls tried to wrestle control of the infernal contraption. Making any attempts of laying down some cover fire whilst the ship landed and came to a stop, completely redundant. It wasn't until the ship had came to a rest and the rear boarding ramp opened up that Eisa had managed to figure the aiming controls out. Slowly and carefully the firey haired teen lined up her first shot.

Taking a deep breath, she squeezed upon the trigger. The turret soon laying down a deadly torrent of emerald hued bursts of streaking plasma that rained down upon the mercenaries in a sweeping arc as the turret panned sideways. The deluge of turret fire cutting through the uncovered mercenaries with little to no resistance being made by thier armour.

After the turret had finished it's first swing, the muzzles spin round slightly before coming to an eventual stop as the young teen sat within the turret worked out how to reduce the sensitivity of the gunners aiming yoke. Peeking through the small port hole of thr turret, Eisa couldn't see head nor tale of the damage that she had Wrough upon the landing deck, her slight stature within the turret designed for a grown adult making it somewhat difficult to see the eleven bodies that lay strewn across the decking plates.

++Umm, I think I might be too short for this thing, I can't see if I hit anything, do you need me try again?++ the young teens voice crackled over the ship's internal comms system.

 

[Tycho Draykon]

It seemed that when Horus spoke about someone manning the guns, that Eisa took it upon herself to do it. It is the only set of guns that Tycho knew about being on the ship. But no matter, with the Mercenaries foolishly not taking cover they should not be too hard to take out. Which was solidified when they still didn't take cover even when Eisa rained down on them with the turret. Now when the freighter ran over those that were caught underneath? Now then the man could not hide the cringe from the sounds of bones being crushed. That is a sound that he believed that no man.. or woman cannot react to. Unless they enjoyed those sounds.

He positioned himself by the landing ramp door. Tycho roughly got there at the same time as Horus and could not help chiming in, "A date? I thought this was a party we were invited to. So which is it?" The man asked with a grin as he watched the other man smashed the pad door. As soon as the door slid open they were bombarded with desperate sprays of bolts. All of which failed to do anything besides forcing the two men to either go prone or duck behind cover, "Oh no you missed every last one of them.. You're aim was so bad that they are leaving.. I'm joking. You got a handful of them." Tycho told the teenager. The man then looked to Horus, "I don't know. What do you think Horus? Do you think Eisa should stay on the torret or join in the party?" Tycho asked as he aimed his rifle out the door.

Usually he would make sure to aim, but in this case when the enemy is still hasn't gotten the idea to take cover, neither of the trio needed to bother with aim. Not when the enemy is making them such easy targets. So Tycho squeezed off four shots, all four struck one mercenary each. The four that he shot crumbling to the ground. Seeing the four crumble as nothing but corpses, he did raise his weapon once more. But before he could squeeze off anymore shots though, Tycho was forced to take cover as a few shots that were aimed at him missed and hit the frame of the doorway.

 

[Horus Tempest]

“Oh. That was easier than I expected.” Horus chuckled, giving a nod to Tycho as he planned his next move, Party it is! Let’s see if they can keep up, shall we?”

Leaving landing pad behind Horus burst forward, blaster in hand, prepared to take on the eminent foes. Only six more advanced at the head of the freighter right in front of the Winter’s Crest. However these mercenaries had the intelligence to take cover behind some durasteel plating - he couldn’t get a clear shot. Rising from the prone position, Horus strode forward and down onto the main floor. Taking cover behind a crate of his own, motioning to his two allies to join him. Crouching down, he unleashed a volume of plasma faults towards the mercenaries meant to provide covering fire so that the redhead and his sarcastic ally could make their way behind cover themselves. Alternatively, they could take the flight directly to the mercenaries ahead of them. He fired off a few more random bolts before allowing the battery pack to cool and swapping it out with a secondary, taking a deep breath, and yelling back.

”Well this is certainly interesting, I’m not sure what more I can do. Let’s see how they take this one out for size!”

Priming himself, Horus leapt over the barricade he taking cover behind. Charging forward he blasted the first mercenary so I said find, launching himself over their cover in kind. Now he was directly in their line of sight, it couldn’t get much more dangerous than this. However, he had a plan, One that immediately stopped working the incident an opponent drew their sword. He had to drop his blaster and roll to avoid the incoming slash that landed just where he had been. Rising, he drew the vibrosword off his back in one motion and brought it down, meeting his opponent in the middle. The clash of blades was almost matched as Horus spun into a more complex kata, cutting up and then thrusting his vibrosword directly through his opponents chest. He reeled back as the mercs noticed him, raising his hands in mock defeat before falling to his blaster and rolling to avoid the incoming fire.

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[Eisa Swan]

Slipping out of the harness, the fiery haired teen scrambled heresy out of the gunners seat and eased herself out of the confines of the turret, before making her way down through the ship to rejoining the two male rebels at the boarding ramp. Her emerald hued eyes looking over to Her droid as it chirped at her, forcing the teen to purse her lips in thought for a moment. "If you want too Ditto that's fine" Eisa spoke out in response to her droid, "But keep low! scuttling only, don't want you getting shot" she instructed, knowing that despite her droids loyalty to her was admirable, it wasn't the idea to have a hovering target right above her.

Reaching down for her blaster pistol, the teen with drew it from its holster before powering it up, her emerald gaze watching intently as Horus lead the charge towards cover. Waiting until the coast was clear, the teen took a few deep breaths and prepared herself, as soon as he gestured for them to make it to cover close by. Wasting no time the fiery haired teen sprinted as fast as her legs would carry her, keeping her head down low, before she came skidding beind a stack of durasteel crates.

Waiting for a bridge in the volleys of blaster fire the teen carefully peaked around the corner to try and locate the mercenaries, before fully withdrawing behind cover. Taking a deep breath the teen looked down to her blaster and mentally counted herself down. Springing up from her cover the teen fired a total of threevshots in quick succession each round being directed at each of the mercenaries before quickly ducking back down into cover.

Still despite her efforts the incoming fire was soon returned, with an increased vigour, pinning her down behind her cover. Cautiously the teen peaked around the opposite side of her cover. Each and every one of her shots had hit nothing but the barricades the mercenaries were behind, one of whom had managed a glancing hit on the teens exposed leg that had protruded enough outside of cover. "Frack" Eisa cursed aloud at herself, as tears filled in the corner of her eyes form the surging pain. Frustrated by her overall ineptitude of her aiming abilities, what made her think it was a good idea to get drawn into a fire fight she'd never know.

Slumping down behind her cover, the fiery haired teen shook her head in annoyance whilst she gritted her teeth at the searing pain that was shooting through her leg, her eyes falling down towards her chest as she took several deep breaths to try and calm herself down. Slowly her eyes widened in realisation, brought on by the soft glow emanating from the concealed pendant within her top. She shouldn't be relying just on her gaze any longer, ever since Kashyyyk she had slowly been becoming more attuned to the Force and was able to sense and feel those around her.

Taking a deep breath the teen closed her eyes and tried as best as possible to clear her mind of the surrounding distractions so she could concentrate. Slowly her mind opened up into the Force and reached out into her surroundings, she could feel the elevated tensions running through her allies, as well as those of the mercenaries. She could feel wher they were and just about make out what they were doing. "You can do it Eisa" the teen spoke out as she placed a hand over her concealed Kyber pendant, before tightening her grip on her blaster.

Suddenly her emerald hued eyes snapped open as she felt her opportunity arise, her face contorting in pain as she hurriedly got to her feet, the teen spun round on her uninjured leg, her blaster swinging out in a wide arc. As she squeezed off another three rounds and put her faith into the Force to guide her. The volleys of blaster fire found their marks as the three targeted mercenaries were struck by two blaster bolts each.

Though despite the success of her gambit, as Eisa slumped back down under cover, she shook her head as the burning pain of her flesh wound reignited. Her first attempt at shooting the mercenaries, had left her open for a retaliating fire, that now resulted in an injury that was going to slow down and hamper her mobility.

Despite the injury it was perhaps the first time she had actively used the Force beyond just exploring the intangible sensations that she had felt so far. And to her un-tempered and inexperienced state of using the Force, it had left her momentarily light headed. Well it was that or the sudden jump and spinning motion, but given how the teen was only just wildly spinning around in the turret minutes before, it was likely to be the former.

 

[Tycho Draykon]

Tycho grinned at the other man, "Great! Ready to party when you are!" The man looked out to the enemy that had stupidly not gotten the message that they needed to get behind cover, or get cut to pieces, "What makes you think they are going to be able to keep up? They are looking exhausted already." He said sarcastically as the criminal looked out the doorway. Boy this just might turn out to be a fun mission. Of course when Horus signaled for Tycho and Eisa to join him, Tycho ran out. Ducking behind a crate of his own, he watched in half disbelief when one of the mercenaries missed. More than just missed though as it was way, way off from it's target. Looks like if any of these mercenaries survive they may want to look for some shooting lessons. That is for sure.

The man watched as the other man did a suicidal jumped out from their cover into the open. Did this guy have a death wish or was he a daredevil of sorts? Maybe both. Or he knew what he was doing. Who knows. However the safety of his comrade came to mind when the rest of the mercenaries turned their attention on Horus as they opened fire on him. Not too interested in watching the man get cut down or to see the teenager next to him get hurt, though she can clearly take care of herself with how well she has handled herself so far, the criminal stood up and squeezed off two shots at the distracted mercenaries. One hit the fatal shot he was aiming for. But the second? Forget it. The bolt only managed to take off part of the second mercenary's ear.

Then as the group now turned their attention to Tycho, he was forced to take cover as they opened fire on him now instead of Horus. Perhaps the enemy are so stupid they have not figured out how to watch each others backs or keep an eye on all of their enemies instead of watching and firing at one side at a time. To try flanking the enemy, Tycho combat crawled over to a second set of crates. His next shots were more so to keep their attention on him than to do more damage. Though the one that he took part of his ear off of was more so focused on the pain than the battle taking place now as the merc clutched the damaged ear while yelling out in pain.

 

[Horus Tempest]

A second swordsmen approached from the rear before Horus had a chance to reorient himself and lunged forward with blade in hand. He parried the strike and attempted to swipe his leg, only to have them narrowly avoid the swing and begin to circle. Luckily his allies seemed to have drawn their attention away from the duel. Outstretching his blade, he countered a strike with a horizontal cut down the opponent's helm, causing the merc to take a moment and brush his hand against the dented headgear. Growling, the duel continued, a volley of blows launched from all angles assaulted Horus, and though he did his best to hold his ground he could feel his stance giving way. Another curved strike attacked his hand as his opponent used their wrist and rotated it to attack variable locations, he gasped and released the blade. Coming to a roll, he drew his second vibrosword off his back only to land directly into a stomp that sent him to the ground. A quick jab kept his opponent at bay, only to once again clash blades. Going from crouched to standing, Horus prepared himself and charged once again. Being thrown from a bind, he cursed, rolled and countered by catching his opponent's blade with the quillons of his own. Swiping left across his shoulder, Horus rose one last time and began to take steps backward.

"I'm so done with this day already! HEY, THEY'RE ALL HERE! Come on then, come on!"

He lowered himself to avoid a blaster bolt that would have doomed him, still managing to back up as this mercenary swordsman continually advanced. He managed to get a swing in before pulling his blaster up and emptying the contents into the swordsman's chest. Enough of that kark, this was the middle of a battle, he could hardly sit he and wait. Looking around, he could find no immediate cover, so instead he threw himself onto the floor, going prone again as the blasters continued to rain overhead. This was not a good idea, this entire charging plan had been incredibly stupid. But he was in this scenario now and he would do his best to stay alive. They began to notice him, drawing their fire away from Typho and Eisa, and he began to roll almost comically across the durasteel flooring, avoiding bolt after bolt that left showers of sparks in their wake. His heart picked up it's beat, he could feel adrenaline begin to pump into his veins, and he continued to roll until the one that targetted him had his ear taken off by one of his allies. Another fell. Alright, maybe this wasn't as bad of an idea as he had expected. Time to draw even more attention to himself. Drawing his blaster and aiming, he prepared for any other stragglers.

By the Force if Azran or Luy ever saw this I would never hear the end of it. Next time, I move from cover to cover.... think Horus, think... what's next?

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[Eisa Swan]

Keeping a loose eye on the other two Rebels, Eisa contemplated whether she would be better suited keeping out of the way. She wasn't the best shot, yet alone sufficiently trained to deal with such combat situations as already evidenced by the grazing wound she had sustained on her leg. Her bright emerald eyes fell upon the boarding ramp of the ship as her lips pursed in thought, the only time in this fire fight that she had been of any use was when she had cack handedly controlled the turret. The young teen's mind was giving it some serious though on falling back into the ship and manning the turret in an attempt to be of some use to her fellow rebels rather than now encumbering them with her wounded leg.

A long sigh passed through her lips as she dwelled on the situation, even though she knew she didn't have any real abilities or prowess she couldn't just up and leave her compatriots and hope that whilst staying in a stationary location as the others advanced. Her mind falling silent to the din of battle around them as she tried to reach out into the Force for some guidance. "Don't Give up so easily, have faith in yourself and the Force an familiar disembodied voice spoke out into the back of her ear. The teen's gaze picking up briefly before realising that the words were being carried to her from the unknown presence in the Force that had appeared to be following her ever since the pilgrimage on Kashyyk. Nodding in acceptance, the teen headed the guidance given to her before turning her attention back to Horus and then Tycho as they remained locked in their respective bouts.

Keeping her head down from behind the cover, the fiery haired teen reached into the pockets of her coveralls and retrieved a bacta patch and a bandage. With an determined air, Eisa pealed open the patch and placed it against her exposed wound before tightly wrapping the bandage around her leg to keep the patch in place and prevent any thing from getting in until she could get proper medical attention. Casting the wrappers aside the teen took a deep breath and once more opened her mind into the Force, listening out for the faint whispers that ran out from all around her.

She could feel that the number of mercenaries was thinning around the group of rebels but there was a small pocket located in the distance and were gradually closing in. Cautiously the teen peaked her gaze around the cover of her barrier, her eyes falling upon the entrance of a service corridor that lead out onto the landing pad that the rebels had made their brazen entrance upon. Reaching down for her blaster pistol the teen wrapped a tight grip around the handle, before shifting her attention towards a near by barrier that was ahead of her.

Filled with a renewed confidence the teen mustered herself into a crouched position, keeping her mind open to the various presences around her. Before springing forward in a hurried limp like run towards the next line of cover, her thumb sliding the safety back off as she leaned against the barricade, waiting for her moment to strike. Which came sooner than expected, she could hear the pneumatic hissing of the doors sliding open. And it was within that moment that she raised herself out from the cover and squeezed off four blaster rounds towards the entrance of the service corridors.

A series of dull pained groans and the sounds of thudding rang out over the area, giving indication that the fired shots had met their intended targets. Doing as she had doneso at the previous cover, the teen peered around the opposite corner of her cover to confirm whether she had hit her targets or not. Her bright emerald hued gaze falling upon the sight of four mercenaries laying still upon the ground, their bodies un-moving and still.

 

[Tycho Draykon]

Tycho stood up from the safety of his cover, firing off four rounds. It was in part to draw attention away from Horus and to take out as many of the enemy that he can. All four bolts hit their targets, two hit one merc in the side of his chest then the second merc took one bolt to the head and the other to his abdomen. Though the plan of his assault on the mercenaries taking their attention away from the other man did not work as they continued to pour bolts at his comrade. Hitting those two men should have been enough to get their attention, perhaps they are wanting to go after Horus because he is a much easier target since he is out in the open.

No matter. Ducking down behind cover for a moment to reload his rifle, he stood back up. He was hoping that now their attention was on him. But they were still focused on Horus! Well they must really be determined to take him down for sure if they were ignoring the threat from Tycho. Aiming his rifle he fired off two bolts, one each for two mercs. And what the hell! Not even that drew their attention away from the other man. Tycho gritted his teeth as he sorted through his options on what to do next. What can he do? The man lowered his rifle as he looked around to see if there is some way that he can draw attention away from Horus long enough for him to get back behind some sort of cover before he gets himself killed. This was starting to get a bit crazy, why the hell did the other man run out into the middle of the fight again? Raising his rifle once more, Tycho gritted his teeth and held his breath as he aimed at the mercenaries that had his comrade pinned down.

 

[Horus Tempest]

"Holy kriff!"

To Horus' surprise, the majority of the enemies died rather quickly to the oncoming fire of his allies' weapons. The one that had approached with his melee weapon was all but cut down, and it seemed the mercenaries had wisened up and began to pull back. Kicking up, he managed to just barely roll behind cover and crouch down before a torrent of blaster bolts tore through where he had previously been. Raising his blaster, he spun around the corner to see what could be done. Noticing that charging ahead would be suicide, his next option was to see if he could find anything to drop on their heads or hit them from the side. To his surprise, he found a piece of durasteel barely holding on to the top of the hangar above the grouping of enemies. With seventeen left, it would take a minor miracle to hit all of them. Still, he switched his weapon to lethal and came up from the cover, aiming at the last strand of metal holding the piece together.

"Oh come on HOW MANY OF YOU ARE THERE? JUST DIE ALREADY!"

The durasteel beam fell and managed to land on three of the enemy forces, leaving him with a number of blasts to cover the distance. He didn't charge this time, instead taking aim from a range and preparing to blast them each to oblivion. Fourteen remaining, as Horus prayed to the Force there was no more. Surely this was the vast majority of their forces, and once they were cleared out the team could safely radio in the Alliance to collect what they needed. Moving to the side, Horus peaked across the left of his cover, ducking beneath a stray bolt, and began to return fire. One down, a second shot directly in the chest, who keeled over. A third took a blaster to the head and the fourth ate the last bolt and rag-dolled across the walkway. Taking a moment to rest behind cover, he observed the location of his allies and gently praised that they where behind cover and hadn't followed his insanity. Counting off, the original number was somewhere near thirty, and with the ones they'd taken out so far, that would count at how many enemies? Priming a concussion grenade, he prepared to lob it as he spoke.

"We've got ten more to deal with, let's get this down and get outta here! Concussion out!"

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[Eisa Swan]

Resting her head against the metal barricade, the young teen gritted her teeth as a fresh torrent of pain cascaded up her leg. Originating from her earlier blaster wound, despite having attempted to treat it and patch herself back up, her continual exertion of her wounded leg was hindering the bacta patch from having any effect. Despite the typical directions of applying straight to a wound being covered during thr adhok basic training that the fiery haired teen received during her recent months withing the rebellion, very little was emphasised about the fact that if you continued to exacerbated the wound, it simply won't heal. Then again perhaps it was covered and Eisa simply had not been paying attention at the time.

But still this seemed to be it, more or less pinned down in the dying thralls of the fire fight. Horus calling out from his ever changing position that of the mercenaries that had captured and dug in within the complex it seemed that now only ten were remaining. It seemed that thankfully the end was now almost in sight, the sooner they could get it over and done with the better as it would mean the teen could seel proper medical attention for her wound.

Rolling her eyes into the back of her head .the teen shuffled over back into a crouching position, her eyes tearing up at the intense pain that shot through her, as the wound stretched itself open as her leg muscles and flesh contracted. Taking a deep hissing breath, the teen mentally counted down from ten. Even though she knew it would offer any real means of physically subduing the pain, it did work to at least focus the mind on something other than the tear enducing pain. After she had finished counted down, Eisa peaked her gaze out from cover her emerald green eyes scanning over the surroundings of thr micro battlefield arounf her for indication of where the remaining mercenaries were.

After clocking sight of a mercenary that was looking off to his side, the firey haired teen swiftly dropped back into cover so she couldn't be spotted. Pursing her lips in thought, the teen was adamant that the mercenary she had just spotted was part of a group. Well at least it seemed that way given that the mercenary appeared to have his attention drawn off to the side as if in discussion with someone unseen. closing her eyes, the teen concentrated her focus and attention towards the Force, doing all she could to try and get a clear sensation on the guard and his surroundings. From what she could determine there must of been perhaps four to six people gathered there, her abilities in thr Force although seemingly growing ever the more potent, lacked the refinement and clarity of its use that came from tuition from and experienced force welder. Yet from what she could sense in that small pocket of the battlefield was movement, small inconsistent motions that made the teen almost wonder what it was they were doing back there. Her hand falling down to her belt, as she retrieved a spare charge pack for her blaster and ejected the existing pack from her weapon.

Clearly halving also not paid any attention to the cardinal rules of using blasters, particularly with regards to keeping tabs on the shots you have remaining. Knowing that she hadn't been keeping count the teen opted to just reload, as soon as the blaster started to whine. The teen could sense that the group were starting to move, this time they were pressing forwards towards the rebels. Taking a deep breath and mentally preparing herself for the renewed wash of agony that would cascade through her, Eisa raised up from her cover and quickly rained down a barrage of blaster fire as the teen squeezed and released the trigger in quick succession letting loose a total of ten shots, whilst her eyes started to water from the increased pain that was coursing through her.

Falling backing down onto the ground, the teen hissed loudly as she grabbed her wounded leg with her free hand, doing what she could to try and sooth the pain. Her focus on the group through the Force giving her thr sensation that either they had ducked under cover or that in reality they had been struck down under the deluge of blaster fire. even though her attention had returned to her injury, the fiery haired teen had managed to take out five of the remaining ten mercenaries.

 

[Tycho Draykon]

Being behind cover, Tycho was shielded from the blaster fire from the remaining opposition. But he had to crawl to another location as the crate he was hiding behind started to come apart. Since he crawled the man was not spotted, his new location brought him a bit closer to Eisa's position.

Taking a deep breath, Tycho stood up and fired four bolts. Two hit one mercenary them the third hit another in the head. The fourth missed. The criminal ducked back behind his cover after firing off the shots. That is when he heard Horus say something about a concussion.

Looks like they have this party coming to an end quicker than planned. Yet they really need to clear out what remained of the opposition. Sooner is certainly better than later.

 

[Horus Tempest]

"...Concussion out!"

He primed the grenade and lobbed it over towards the remaining opponents, hopefully, the last of them, and managed to stun them before pulling beneath a rain of blaster fire to his general direction. He gently began to hum a tune as he changed his blaster pack, barely concerned about the bolts whizzing overhead, and gently turned back around, prepared to pop up and dig a few more graves. The first one took a blaster to the center mass, causing them to keel over and flop to the floor. He could hear the sizzling of burning flesh even from this distance and grimaced. It was a good shot, with horrid consequences. The second managed to cap an opponent directly in the skull, sending them equally as incapacitated to the ground with a thud, headfirst. Or, what remained of the head that was first to fall. The third lastly was struck once in the arm and then a second time in the chest, the shots grouping together to form a string of blaster fire. And with that, the mercenaries were dealt with.

"Well, that was not my kind of party. Why were there so many out here?"

Looking up, peeking just above his cover to ensure there were no remaining guards, Horus smiled. A smile and a sigh of relief where the only two things he could muster up at the moment, the fight had taken its toll on him. Perhaps not as much as it had on his allies, however, spying the wound in Eisa's step even from the distance between them. Not to mention he could almost feel the pain radiating outwards from her. She had indeed become powerful with the Force if he could sense it with such intensity. Shaking off his own leg in response, he stopped laying behind cover and went to survey the area. It was scored with blaster marks and holes in every nook and cranny imaginable. A metal frame, the very same he had blasted loose, hung over a series of bodies that littered the walkways of the hangar. It was a mess, and he was partially responsible, muttering a small prayer beneath his breath for the dead. It was unlike him to kill so freely, but given the circumstances, he had not been provided an alternative option.

"That does it, I suppose."

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[Eisa Swan]

Resting her head back against her barricade, tge fiery haired teen let a long drawn out sigh of relief escape her lips as the blaster fire fell silent. Though she was not going to allow the lull in combat catch her off guard, her blaster was still primed and in her hand, ready for any further sudden engagements. Her attention shifted over towards Horus, her gaze narrowing as he broke cover and surveyed the battlefield. Her eyes widening as her expression softened back to the teens natural cheerful state, it was over the teen concluded, given that he was out in thr open now for long enough and nothing had occurred.

With a groan, the teen pushed herself onto her feet. Her face wincing slightly as her leg sent waves of stinging pain through her body, the twinging pained look on the teens features momentarily intensifyed with each limping step. "That's a relief" Eisa commented as she limped over towards the older teen "Think we might need to get back to Base" she added as she needlessly gestured to her bandaged leg.

Although she had survived the fire fight, she was not unscathed like the others. Though with it being her first live combat engagement, and sustaining a wound to her leg and needing medical attention, Eisa figured that given her lack of experience or combat training, she had gotten off lightly despite having much to learn still.

 

[Tycho Draykon]

As Horus released the concussion grenade, Tycho made sure that he was well behind cover as the grenade exploded. Well this was certainly the exciting part as he covered his ears. To do so the man had to drop his rifle. Which was not a big deal, at least when it was deciding to keep his weapon in his hands or to protect his hearing. Though even with the protection of his ears, the criminals ears still rang for a few seconds when the concussion grenade exploded.

"If this was the party then are we the party crashers or did the party crashers make a wrong turn at Kessel again?" He asked when Horus commented about how this standoff was not his kind of party. Well no matter it was still fun.. for a bit. The man shouldered his rifle since there is no more opposition and didn't seem that anymore will be coming. Though he is hoping that no more will come since he is down to his last cartridge before he will be forced into doing close quarter combat if more arrived.

The man looked at the two teenagers as the girl limped over to Horus, well despite the girl being injured they will all be living to see another day. That is always a good thing. Walking over to the other two, "I agree let's get you back to base so you can get looked at and taken care of." He noted as he glanced around then back to the two teenagers hoping they would not latch onto him like some sort of 'awesome uncle' type of thing as he is not the cuddly type. Not really.

 

[Horus Tempest]

"Ouch. Oh, that looks like a battle scar alright."

Horus winced slightly as he saw the wound that wrapped Eisa's leg. He offered his shoulder as support for her own, and would help her onto the ship if he could. Somehow it would still fly, and he thanked himself for having a first aid kit onboard. He would be able to dress and mend the wound properly soon enough. As he walked by, he collected his vibrosword with a kick and a simple catch. He gently smiled at Tycho's joke, wondering if the man kept a cue card on hand just in time to use it. Horus was partially surprised one-liners weren't involved. HIs own involvment had been limited, but he still marveled at the fact he'd emerged unscathed and charged headlong into the enemy.

"Come on, we can get you patched up on the ship. We can keep the pressure down if you'd like."

The next step was to get her onboard. the ship's landing ramp was still down, and the blaster marks that scored the exterior just caused him to groan internally. He had a lot of repairs to get done before he could bring her into anything else like this. The score marks would need to be layered off too, something that would take a lengthy amount of time. Hoping she could keep up, assuming she'd accepted his offer, he would gently lift up her shoulder over onto the ramp. If she hadn't accepted, he would simply walk up the ramp and wait for them, reaching the cockpit and preparing to take off.

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