Post by Rugs on Sept 2, 2012 14:19:27 GMT -5
The door blew.
Dust billowed into entryway beyond, penetrated at points by beams of light. The Sith forces pushed into the rebel hideout, Nieraan strolling along casually at their head.
Short bursts of fire rang out as the some of the rebels fired at their attackers. The Sith fired back precisely, dropping some of their ragtag assailants with ease, while others fell back. A few shots flew Nieraan's way, only to be knocked lazily aside with relaxed flicks of his blades.
He made a motion with his hand as the dust settled. His men began to press agressively, rather than merely answering with return fire. More rebels fell.
A grenade got tossed his way. A flick of his wrist and motion breath of the Force batted it in the other direction. He heard terrified screams begin half a heartbeat before the explosive detonated in the face of the one who threw it. Then there was a boom, then silence.
The entryway was clear. Nieraan motioned again for another explosive to be set up on the next door while the rest of his men swept through the room to be sure it was secure. Behind them, the Taipan's shadow passed overhead, throwing the gaping hole they'd blown into shadow.
Nieraan used the brief lull to feel out and forward through the Force. The rebel numbers were thin, but that was to be expected. Zarene was close as well. All told, this eradication shouldn't take long.
But there was something else that piqued his curiosity. Some other being, someone with the Force. Not a presence Nieraan recognized, but one that foretold potential trouble.
Perhaps. The charge on the door was set. The team that set it was moving out of the way. Or perhaps not.
The soldier with the scarred face looked to Nieraan. Nieraan met his eyes for a moment and nodded.
The charge blew. The second door blew open. A soldier tossed a flashbang into the room beyond, waited for the bang, the attack continued.
Nieraan heard the sounds of screaming and felt the ripples of death in the Force before he even made it through the threshold. As he stepped in he saw rebels being shot, some trying vainly to fight back and stem the Sith tide.
But most importantly, he saw a seat on the far side of the room. Zarene was in it. Some man stood behind her. Nieraan didn't know him, but he did feel the Force in him.
Nieraan gave another hand signal to his man, ordering them to hold fire as they took cover. They complied, with weapons trained on rebels; several on the man near Zarene.
A tense silence took over the room for a moment, broken only by the steady hum of Nieraan's gold and blue blades.
"Game's up," Nieraan called to the Force user, who he presumed was some kind of leader. "Question now becomes how hard you wanna make things for the rest of your little group here."
The Firrerreo cocked a dark brow slightly, mildly interested in hearing the man's answer. "So. How much of a hero do you feel like being today, hm?"
Dust billowed into entryway beyond, penetrated at points by beams of light. The Sith forces pushed into the rebel hideout, Nieraan strolling along casually at their head.
Short bursts of fire rang out as the some of the rebels fired at their attackers. The Sith fired back precisely, dropping some of their ragtag assailants with ease, while others fell back. A few shots flew Nieraan's way, only to be knocked lazily aside with relaxed flicks of his blades.
He made a motion with his hand as the dust settled. His men began to press agressively, rather than merely answering with return fire. More rebels fell.
A grenade got tossed his way. A flick of his wrist and motion breath of the Force batted it in the other direction. He heard terrified screams begin half a heartbeat before the explosive detonated in the face of the one who threw it. Then there was a boom, then silence.
The entryway was clear. Nieraan motioned again for another explosive to be set up on the next door while the rest of his men swept through the room to be sure it was secure. Behind them, the Taipan's shadow passed overhead, throwing the gaping hole they'd blown into shadow.
Nieraan used the brief lull to feel out and forward through the Force. The rebel numbers were thin, but that was to be expected. Zarene was close as well. All told, this eradication shouldn't take long.
But there was something else that piqued his curiosity. Some other being, someone with the Force. Not a presence Nieraan recognized, but one that foretold potential trouble.
Perhaps. The charge on the door was set. The team that set it was moving out of the way. Or perhaps not.
The soldier with the scarred face looked to Nieraan. Nieraan met his eyes for a moment and nodded.
The charge blew. The second door blew open. A soldier tossed a flashbang into the room beyond, waited for the bang, the attack continued.
Nieraan heard the sounds of screaming and felt the ripples of death in the Force before he even made it through the threshold. As he stepped in he saw rebels being shot, some trying vainly to fight back and stem the Sith tide.
But most importantly, he saw a seat on the far side of the room. Zarene was in it. Some man stood behind her. Nieraan didn't know him, but he did feel the Force in him.
Nieraan gave another hand signal to his man, ordering them to hold fire as they took cover. They complied, with weapons trained on rebels; several on the man near Zarene.
A tense silence took over the room for a moment, broken only by the steady hum of Nieraan's gold and blue blades.
"Game's up," Nieraan called to the Force user, who he presumed was some kind of leader. "Question now becomes how hard you wanna make things for the rest of your little group here."
The Firrerreo cocked a dark brow slightly, mildly interested in hearing the man's answer. "So. How much of a hero do you feel like being today, hm?"