Ask The Paradise City

[Grace Zann]

Hypori | Paradise City | 1400 Hours​

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The Paradise City
With all of our previous jobs completed, the consortium has everything it needs to start a scoundrel's paradise on Hypori. After Grace saw all the success, she was able to fork out the credits for a few architects. The town has nearly finished construction, but one last thing stands in it's way... A very angry band of pirates from the rogue Kowakian Devil fleet have come in force to take the town. Several dozen of them move on foot, while four of them operate 48 Roller Wheelbikes.
2-5 Player Characters, Self DMed, Can only be started after all other missions in this pack conclude.
1. @Grace Zann
2. @Tyr'din Selm
3. @Harleen
4. @Kist Ke'kolu
5.

Getting there wasn't an easy road, but with a lot of help and elbow grease, they finally did it. Only a couple weeks ago, Grace had hired an experienced team of architects to come to Hypori for a very special job. Their crew came in full force, with multiple construction vehicles and city planners getting their hands on the flat piece of land the Consortium stole from the rogue kowakan devil fleet. Several wealthy businessman had also come to oversee the construction of the small city.

Grace herself had been there for some time, watching the droids and sentients alike work on the massive roads and buildings. Constructing this place wasn't cheap, but the stolen materials and 'willing' investors they managed to pick up over time helped for sure. There was one issue however. A consortium scout had spotted something strange, a band of Kowakan Devil pirates some distance away.

Though their numbers seemed small at first, the pirates were actually marching in large numbers toward the town. Paradise City lacked defense turrets, or other military structures yet. This left them with only the locals to defend the area against the largest pirate raid yet. The woman would stand directly outside of town, with a pair of macrobinoculars in her hands. "Looks like the Kowakan Devils are back for more... Trying to take down all we've built no doubt."

She would fix her gaze through the device, and would look toward a small fleet of wheelbikes headed their way. A fight was about to go down.

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[Tyr'din Selm]

Striding in from her direct left was her faithful Bodyguard who came to a halt just a few inches from her, his Rifle in hand, he loaded it with a fresh pack of munitions making sure he had one spare on his belt as he looked through his Helmet... that was trouble that approached alright, but nothing that they couldn't handle he told himself in his head, looking towards Grace he gave her Pauldron a brief tap before speaking.

"Seems like they just don't want to leave us alone. And here I thought I could have a drink with you in quiet for once, not even Tatooine let that happen, what a shame."

He gave a amused chuckle as his Rifle whirred to life, he looked to his immediete left, then his right looking for the next best elevated building that he could abuse as high ground, taking in a deep breath, today he had to be on point, this fight was not to be underestimated and with his aim he knew he could make a difference aslong as he kept the frontline out of harm, afterall his best job was always being the Ace up someone's sleeve.

"I will be shadowing you and yours moves before joining in direct fighting, with the Wheelerbikes you would do well if someone kept them dialed in whilst you do your work, just... don't get hurt. I prefer to not carry you off the battlefield."

He would give her a mock salute before he jetted off towards the right dissappearing on a rooftop overlooking the direct fighting, he was setting up for overwatch, and those that knew them from before engagements knew that his aim was best kept dialed in.

"Call it and it'll go down."

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[Harleen]

Harleen stood beside Grace, as she often did, like the galaxy's weirdest trio, they stood there, Grace and Harleen had their macrobinoculars pointed toward the impending assault team. Rolling Wheelbikes? Didn't those go out of style like a hundred years ago?.. Harleen asked, a smirk on her lips. Her jet pack missile had a range of some five hundred meters, and both of her wrist rockets could reach about one hundred meters, with any luck she could down three of them before they even got close...

Uh boss.. Harleen said once the massive scale of them came into view... There's gotta be like a hundred of them.. Harleen said, these lopsided fights seemed to be happening more and more often..

Harleen knelt down, angled forward as her HUD went to work, Whenever you're ready.. she said, once Grace gave the word Harleen would lock onto the nearest one and fire the guided missile at it..

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[Kist Ke'kolu]

Kist stood along with the others and watched as the assault barreled down upon them. He had been on the planet for a little while now. Using his business and tech savvy to help put together their little slice of gansta paradise. His eyes would drift between his consortium family. Grace could wield both saber and the force to slay her foes. Few could stand a chance when Tyr'din caught them in his scopes and Harleen just had a knack for making things go boom. What could he provide to this party of capable soldiers?! A lonely blaster was holstered to his utility belt, but the Bothan was hardly a marksman. He hadn't the time yet to procure and program and kind of security droids and the city's defenses were not yet operational! What could he do...

Furry fingers would find their way around the surveillance droid attached to his belt. With a fling he would launch it high up into the air before pairing it with his headset. What Kist lacked in lethality he could surely make up for it in another way. If there was one thing he could do better than most it was to organize and the ragtag group of locals they had to defend the city would need it. Grace of course would be leading the defense, but he could offer aid by making sure her commands were followed. "Your command?" Kist awaited orders.

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[Grace Zann]

Grace would smirk as Tyr'din remarked about how they could all be enjoying themselves right now. She would quickly respond, "If we make it though this, we'll all have a few drinks, trust me." It would be soon after that even more pirates began to show up. It quickly became a marching force of over a hundred. The consortium only had four defenders, and a small group of armed construction workers.

The woman would take in a deep breath as she began to think. Everyone was waiting on her mark, so she would give the best orders she could. "Listen up team. Harleen, first order of business. If you think you've got a shot at the wheel bikes, take them out. We can't afford for those things to get too close... Tyr'din, look for any well-dressed pirate that looks like a leader. Gun them down, we need chaos in their ranks. Finally, Kist, get the locals to take defensive positions. We'll need to avoid getting hit by all their blasters."

the woman would then ignite her lightsaber, the double-bladed yellow saber held out with her right hand. "I will make my stand here, and they will not pass me."

Some distance away, the pirates would all begin drawing their various weapons. Their march would change to a jog as they came ever closer to the town...

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[Tyr'din Selm]

He dropped to a solemn knee as he touched down on the roof, taking a small lip of it as sudo-cover he hoisted his rifle up, his mind began racing with many things but it was a certain calm that set in, the calm of Warfare, those that took a life get used to it the more they are subjected to take one but never does the perception normalize, time slows down and everything that one holds dear gets tested.

Adjusting the Macroscope of his Rifle he took in a very deep breath, he counted to four as he drew the air in then exhaled counting to four again, his gaze shifted down to watch over Kist, if there was one thing Tyr'din knew it was that him he did not want in the fighting, he was sure that he could handle himself but it was the reason that if it came to the wire that he couldn't control him just like Grace.

"Make it count, Tyr'din..."

He spoke to himself as he shook his head vividly waking himself up, thoughts would have to wait for later but he figured that the more he waited on things sprouting in his head the more he will burden himself and his shoulders were already lifting much, piling on a little more and even he will collapse eventually.

His gaze dialed into one of the Wheelerbikes, more precisely its Driver, whilst no direct fight had broken out yet... he had a Shot that he wouldnt get again so easily so without much of a announcement he steadied his breath... and just as the bike was about to pass through a line of its reinforcements... he fired, the sound of that rang through the city and more importantly the bolt that sailed on home struck the driver of that Wheelerbike centermass causing it to swerve from side to side now out of control before crashing into the frontline, Grace wanted Chaos... it was a start.

"One..."

He counted aloud crackling over their commlink, his eyes were looking for a immediete new target, he was on the search for impactful takedowns, not thinning the ranks he knew the others were more than capable of that, and like a signal... his shot had started the conflict, he began counting in his head, time was very important to him.

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[Xol Zaa Fenn]

Xol wasn't sure what to think of the Pykes with Rafe in control, but he was confident in Grace Zann's operations. What she was to undergo today would be a great start to her regime and the Tognath wanted to show her some support. Whether she was expecting it or not, Calypso II would drop from the skies, opening fire upon the mob of pirates that hadn't made it to the town yet. It was like mowing a lawn- the entire strip Xol hit were obliterated.

<Only one?> Xol scoffed in his native tongue over the commlink. With an aerial assault, Grace's job was about to get a lot easier. <Grace Zann, the Hutts send their regards.> The Enforcer turned the ship around, readying himself for the next flyby. Grace ran with a strange group, but then again, so did Xol back with Zaa Fenn. Part of him wished he had another group...another family like that he could fall back onto. Though Xol primarily worked for the Hutts, the Zann Consortium didn't seem like the worst investment of time you could make in this galaxy.

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[Harleen]

The same second @Tyr'din Selm's first bolt left his rifle @Harleen's jet pack mounted missile left its socket and rocketed across the land to find a home in the body of one of the wheelbikes, the resulting explosion blasted the wheelbike she hit to bits, and had an effect on the two adjacent ones as well as they spun out of control, rolling over other men that marched alongside them.

Suddenly following that a ship popped in and ran a line through the approaching forces, a moment later @Xol's voice would pop into their heads via the comms, @Harleen was glad he was here, she'd seen him level an entire bank once, and liked his affinity for explosives.

The Wheel bikes broke rank and began to speed up towards the defensive team, with both fists out Harleen loosed two wrist mounted missiles, both of which found targets. At this point Harleen had taken out five of the bikes, but plenty were left and on the quick approach.

Dropping her hands down to her waist Harleen grabbed both of her Micro Missile guns, Let's get it!.. Harleen said before her jetpack ignited and she sprung into the air taking aim..

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[Kist Ke'kolu]

"On it." Kist quickly followed his order and began positioning the locals. "You two, there! You, you and you, there!" Years of training had proven him to be a decent commander when he needed to be as he chose the most strategic positions for their defense. Kist and the locals may not be the warriors like his partners, but they would provide critical cover fire so that the enemy blasters wouldn't focus solely on Grace, Tyr'din and Harleen.

Speaking of which, soon enough they would begin to rain down destruction on the approaching enemy as Tyr'din's rifle began to pop skulls and Harleen's impressive array of explosives tore through their ranks. "Fire!" Kist ordered the defense and the wheeler bikes were soon being peppered with blaster fire. Not quite as surgical as Tyr'din, but it would prove to add to the chaos that gripped the enemy. A successful start to defense!

A series of blasts would rock the earth before them as a ship swooped in from the skies and laid waste to the enemy. "Keep firing!" Kist encouraged the other men as he drew his own blaster and joined the efforts. A few more bikes would be disabled and several enemy soldiers would fall.

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[Grace Zann]

Things seemed to be going well as the members of the Zann Consortium split up and began carrying out orders. Tyr'din's blaster bolts were causing lots of critical deaths, and quickly at that. Harleen herself had unleashed a powerful volley of weaponry upon the pirates, culling the heard excellently. Kist had meanwhile organized their makeshift militia, causing a wave of blaster bolts to down several pirates. Finally, an unexpected ally in Xol had arrived to bombard the pirates from above. Grace almost felt bad for the marauders, almost.

The woman herself would begin walking forward as the dust settled. As expected, several blaster bolts would be sent her way, but each would be deflected without much issue. The rest of her crew was being very distracting, exactly what she needed. It wouldn't take long for the pirates to start getting really close. Close enough for Grace to take action.

Still holding her lightsaber with her left hand, she would extend her left arm toward a crowd of pirates charging her with vibro weapons. From the palm of her hand a powerful torrent of blue flames would spew and engulf the group. They would emerge from the attack as burnt courpses. They would be far from the only attackers however.

Grace would begin weilding her saber's hilt with two hands before preforming a deadly combination of slashes at approaching pirates. As she had stated, not one had yet to pass her. Of course, things could only remain simple for so long.

Some distance away was an AAT tank on the horizon, the pirates had brought a 'secret weapon' with them.

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[Tyr'din Selm]

"Eight..."

He kept counting, his Shots were placed meticulous and meant to cause pressure and confusion giving a unrelenting feel to their Defense, they wouldn't give a quarter and neither would they, it was when the lines began closing in and the rest of the Zann defense force sprung to action that he started picking off more close and direct threats, after his tenth shot of his Rifle he laid it down, spent.

"Shh shh... later."

He snickered to himself as he twirled his Peacemaker forth, his eyes scanned the horizon until he saw... a large hovertank, he thought to himself for the briefest of moments into what kind of trouble he was going to get himself before shooting into the sky with his Jetpack... bound for the AAT.

"Alright you bucket of bolts... lets dance."

He fired two of his Blasters bolts directly at the Tank to draw its attention... and its attention he had, its large cannon just NARROWLY missed him, from other angles it looked like it ripped through him, but the fact that he was still flying betrayed such a notion.

He thrust his left hand forwards as he let his wrist rocket vambrace come to life before then jetting up and over the Tank in the tumultous battle, with a inferior turning radius the Tank could not keep up with the "makeshift Mandalorian" who began encircling it over and over delivering only surface damage but it achieved one major function... he distracted the damn thing.

It was only when he fully ended up on its back that he sent his wrist rocket forth where it found its home burrowing deep into the backside of that AAT.

"Did that do it...?"

He asked himself... he couldn't see, but just incase it was still kicking he remained in the Air, it was then that other Assailants picked up on him and not for long was he uncontested yet it was hard to hit a flying target, especially a mobile one but just as he thought he was clear, another cannon shot from that Tank made him aware of his mortality as it once more just NARROWLY missed him, he ducked with his head almost instinctively.

"Alright... new plan."

He picked a Marker from his Belt and set it to strobe for Targeting Computers and just as he jetted over the tank a second time he dropped said Marker straight on top of it before getting the hell out of there, he hoped that whoever was doing the Strafing had a clean target now and could send their Weaponry to meet steel.

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[Xol Zaa Fenn]

Xol did not relish in the carnage simply because he was ending lives. He was no monster. These pirates could've fallen under his command or even Grace's, but they decided it would be better to piss off one of the most powerful crime syndicates in the galaxy instead. The Tognath was not ending lives, no, he was sparing them of having to suffer with such stupid brains inside their heads. The job was more of a liberation than a statement anyway. That's why the Consortium wanted this place, right? To keep it?

After Xol finished a third fly by, there was word of an AAT repulsortank that would surely cause problems for everyone. Tyr'din seemed to be after it to draw it's attention, and with Xol's Firespray-31, it would appear that the Enforcer was cleaning up after the Mando again. Xol made a u-turn and locked on to the tank who's attention was turned to Tyr'din. "Things are about to heat up, Mando." Hopefully the warning was good enough, because two torpedoes were hurling their way towards the unassuming tank.

In the event the tank survived, Xol made sure to follow up with a quick spray of his blaster turrets. Regardless, this tank wasn't going to last long and it's few seconds of triumph would be all it would ever have to it's name. The Tognath felt pity for these pirates, for Xol, too, was once like them. He understood how hard it was to make a living by taking it from others. But, he was Xol Zaa Fenn now. He had a job to do, and he was going to do it right.

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[Harleen]

Harleen jutted forward, her HUD spinning and locking on at full speed as barrage after barrage left their sockets, each of the twelve individual whistling birds finding homes in warm bodies before exploding. A solid line underneath where Harleen was flying turning to red mist as she was also simultaneously firing off her Micro Missile guns firing into masses to the sides of the line targeted by the whistling birds. Once her Micro Missile guns when dry she holstered them and drew her Peacemaker as she descended to the ground, lifting her knee up and unleashing a knee pad rocket dart at the nearest man before rapidly firing her Peacemaker in a half circle in front of her.

Her small size and the speed of her jet pack had kept her safe whilst in the air, now however the chaos of the battlefield seemed to be helping her avoid being targeted, for the moment at least. It wouldn't be long before her effectiveness caught attention however...

Bodies were starting to pile up, and Harleen was lucky enough to squeeze a shot off at a man who'd taken aim at her, however there had been more than one as she would find out when three medium bolts slammed into her, destroying the solid durasteel plating on her back, and cracking her durasteel greaves... she'd found herself in a tight spot, the bleed through was negligible for now, as she returned fire at two of them with deadly efficient neck shots, the last one hit her again in the chest, the segmented durasteel there burned and crackled....

 

[Kist Ke'kolu]

Kist and the rest of the rag tag militia kept up the steady stream of blaster fire in support of the other, but a ping on his headset would cause him to grip his blaster just a bit tighter. His surveillance droid had marked the AAT tank that had just rolled into view. However, before he could even call it over the comms some of the others made quick work of it. Thank the stars for the aerial support!

Just then Harleen would land after raining down destruction on their foes, but it would seem her effectiveness now made her a target. Three bolts would slam into her and though her armor proved enough to save her life there wouldn't be much more it could take. Kist was hardly the hero, but his business focused mind labeled her an asset that they could not lose. With a hop over the balcony he would land nimbly on his feet a dash forward towards her, his Blurgg blasting away as he did.

Kist's aim proved to be true as he landed a chest shot on the last enemy that had been targeting Harleen, but the invaders were now returning fire in increasing number. "Harleen! Retreat to the.....AHHH!" A series of bolts hit the Bothan. One clipped his left ear. A minor wound, but the other would hit his shoulder just outside of his protective gear. It would seem that he and Harleen were in quite the pickle.

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[Grace Zann]

Grace attacked all within her reach as they approached, while the rest of crew made their best efforts to defend against the incoming tank. Tyr'din seemed to take a more direct approach than expected, but at least he was drawing it's fire away from the town. Suddenly however, Xol would fly overhead raining down death upon many unlucky pirates and the tank itself. The proton torpedos would strike true, resulting in a massive explosion from the rear.

Meanwhile, both Harleen and Kist had taken fire from the remaining pirates. The crime lord herself was still in the thick of the fight, but after the loss of their tank a loud "Retreat!" would be heard coming from one of the pirates. Their foes were on the ropes to be certain, but just as her victory had been assured...

A powerful blaster bolt would send Grace flying back several meters. A distant pirate wielding a shatterbeam rifle had blasted directly through the woman's chest armor. She was bleeding, but far from unconscious. "Raaaahhh..."

Grace would crawl away several meters before eventually getting back to her feet. That attack had hurt, but now the retreating pirates were taking pot shots at the town. "Kill as many as you can. We can't let them escape," She would cough.

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[Tyr'din Selm]

And things did indeed heat up, a bit too close for comfort too but at the same time he was asking for it, just when he leveled himself with the Tank again as he flew over it he heard the two Torpedos crashing into it and almost a millisecond later explosions ripped through the Tank sending its Cannon hurtling in a lethal spin under Tyr'din... and into a group of advancing Pirates, one thing was for certain, collateral damage was collateral damage.

Thoroughly enveloped in soot, dirt and smoke, Tyr'din used this confusion and shaking up of the competition to jet backwards through the large smoke trail emitting from the wreckage of the Tank, shiting his weight subtly he spun around heading back the way he came but making a detour when he saw their defensive lines being heckled with Blasterfire, he knew Harleen would hold up but Kist... well... he was fragile.

"Im coming back around-" He was cut off by a shot that ricocheted off his helmet, this was not the first time this had happened, in the first few times his head still recoiled now it was merely the ringing that remained, though he was thankful that the Helmet held up."You've got three on your flank Harleen! Kist get to cover i'll get Grace!"

Just as he discovered another flank uncovered by Harleen or rather one that they had not seen coming he thrust his left forearm forth sending a fragmentation grenade that he grabbed prior from his belt right into the middle of three Pirates, he didn't bother to check the outcome of their fate but the suprised screams affirmed him he hit his target, this should buy Kist and Harleen some time.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he used the remaining juice left in his Jetpack to fly towards Grace where he touched down with a roll forwards coming to a lowered combat stance next to her, he scanned the immediete vicinity before instinctively pulling his left arm up towards the west, Blaster in hand whilst his other arm almost by reflex crossed over his torso which would prove to be very fortunate.

The same Pirate that had took a shot at Grace now fired at Tyr'din, aiming deadcenter this time it would be the beskar vambrace of his arm that covered his own Torso that would save him from a similiar fate or worse than Grace... if it hadn't been Beskar... he wouldve likely lost a hand then and there.

"There you are..."

His body immedietly whipped around and with the precision of a Gunslinger he sent two bolts back at the assailant, one straight for the torso... the other painting a sizeable hole on his forehead, it was only for a seconds notice that his attention stayed on target before he whipped around to shield Grace's right side with his body.

"Harleen now is your chance! Give them a Volley to remember!"

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[Xol Zaa Fenn]

<Punchee, take over the ship.> Xol after he stepped out of the pilot's seat and opened the back hatch. The ID-21 seeker droid happily chirped and plugged into the ship's main controls. Then, the Enforcer jumped down the hatch into a dive. Xol was grateful for hi species lack of standard humanoid eyes that didn't dry up because they weren't moist, and also for the eye lenses he had so he could see where he was dropping without flinching do to the wind. The breathing apparatus also allowed the Tognath to breath normally.

Xol then activated his jet boots, using the momentum from the fall to shoot him off like a sling towards Grace's and Tyr's position. After coming to a halt, Xol got to work, slinging his DE-10s into his hands and blasting away at the incoming pirates to give Grace cover and Tyr enough time to get her out of this shit-hole. After evading a few shots and connecting a few of his own, Xol fell back with the Mando and the Crime Lord, ushering them into a shack that would give them enough cover and time to gather their bearings.

<They still have heavy weaponry. A few rocket launchers with a mortar or two.> Xol then holstered his pistols and grabbed his pulse rifle. <I'll cover you. Get to Kist and defend his position. We can use it as a chokepoint.> After the quick debriefing, the Enforcer took aim out of one of the shack's windows, tacking aim on the pirates that posed the greatest threat at the moment.

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[Harleen]

Harleen still had three left in her knee pad.. using them with almost surgical precision she exploded three more bodies, and knocked down a fourth. Using her jet pack she jumped up and started blasting away towards Grace, staying low but flying fast, only to hear crackling and puttering after about seven meters, her jet pack cutting out and plunging her back to the ground. Dammit!.. Harleen yelled as she spun her Peacemaker around and fired off rapidly.

They'd started to retreat, which gave Harleen the break she needed, taking cover she started reloading her Micro Missile guns, and slammed a replacement cartridge into her whistling birds launcher. Reloading! Harleen yelled from behind the crashed wheelbike she'd found herself next to.

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[Grace Zann]

Grace would give a sigh of relief as she was assisted by Tyr'din, and he was just in time at that. The pirate holding the shatterbeam rifle didn't last very long. "Excellent timing," she would state with a grin. In order to catch some of the retreating pirates, the woman would thrown her doubled bladed lightsaber into the distances. It would tear through the remaining crowd of enemies, slicing them up badly as they fell back.

Eventually, the lightsaber would return to her hand, and the small force of pirates had all begun running in different directions. Given that she lacked much else in the way of ranged weaponry, the woman would simply start walking back to the city, holding onto her stomach with her left hand.

The damage she took was significant, but she had worse things happen in the past. At least one thing was for sure now. Hypori, and Paradise City, was theirs. "Good work everyone... Clean up what you can, then lets get some rest..."

[Exit Thread]

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[Tyr'din Selm]

"I have my moments..."

He retorted to her breathless, it was safe to say that this assault pushed him a bit to his limits but he denied himself the rest, especially since Grace was in such a shape, he gave Xol a idle wave of his hand as if to dismiss the notion, he would make sure to get Grace out of her he just hoped Xol would manage to get to the other two in time.

"Ill be getting the Missus out of here, hail me over the radio if they come back, oh and- Good Shooting."

If he could he would've tipped a imaginary cowboy hat... but he didn't have one nor was he a Cowboy, he then swiveled around to gaze over Grace who hobbled her way back into town, in the sorry state she was in he couldn't exactly let her continue, he rushed up on her right side in an attempt to stop her.

"Listen, you're bleeding and while the floor looks awfully comfortable I know we can't let that happen so, I know you'll protest but-"

And just like that he would scoop her up where she stood unless she protested in a solemn bridal carry before breaking out into a mild jog to the nearest medically inclined station, one thing was for certain... that was uncharacteristic of him but given how protective he was of her one could've expected the least.

Whilst the choice of carry could raise eyebrows it was to make sure that the exposed wound of hers wasn't going to get caught on anything should he have carried her over the shoulder or on his back, tactically it was more than sound but ulterior motives? Unclear.

The last bouts of combat slowly came to a halt and whilst their defense was battered and tested... it held, one could almost say that they knew what they were doing.

Tyr'din especially was proud of Kist in the engagement, not only did he take command in a stressful situation he also put himself into harms way, that earned incredibly amounts of admiration from the white haired sharpshooter and would not be easily forgotton.

Xol the newly arrived proved himself capable of working under heat, a man likely similiarly haunted by elder days like himself but that assumption he couldn't make without proof he just hoped that he knew how to let sleeping dogs lie.

And Harleen... well, Harleen he could count on, she was like a smaller Rafe, and in some way... scared him... in a good way.

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