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Post by Dire Wolf on Feb 24, 2010 14:22:30 GMT -5
((Dutch and I have something planned... so I just cut in line, betches. ;P jk. Srsly though, I got permission from 'em and Jace yelled at me to post, so *shrugs*))
"Dal... you're gonna make me daydream," she quickly responded to his little comment before peaking her head over the crater. She caught sight of a retreating republic soldier. Good. Without a moments hesitation, the woman threw her rifle around and allowed it to rest on the edge of the crater... it pointed straight at the back of the enemy soldier. "Ain't no rest for the wicked, mike-foxtrot," she mumbled just before putting a three round burst into his knee and upper leg. His legs crumbled like a house of cards under his weight, and he quickly crashed down into the hard duracrete deck.
That was when she noticed the colonel move surge forward after the retreating line of Republic soldiers... and a face from her recent past: Balax Brason. A mixture of burning anger, furious hatred, and overwhelming fear boiled and quickened the Zeltron woman's blood as those sparkling green eyes bore a hole into his form from across the battlefield. With her jaw clenched, she quickly mounted the edge of the crater and took aim at the man free hand. If Sera was going to kill the evil sonuvabetch, she would use her own skill and strength, not while using a mound of dirt to rest the battle rifle on. "Dal..." she said, her words cold as ice, "there's an old friend down the way. Don't say nothin' 'bout what I'm 'bout to do."
A light growl rumbled her vocal chords and a wicked grin curled around the woman's lips as the amber chevron centered in her scope hovered over his chest. No. Not yet. Her first finger shot up and pressed against the mag release, which pressed against the clamps holding the magazine in place. It fell to the dirt with a mundane "plop" as a result, but no sooner did it fall out of the mag well than she had a new one in place, and that one held specialty rounds: HEAP. High Explosive Anti Personnel. Normally that specific type of bullet was designed in tank shells, but the concept was minimized so that her 7.62 milimeter bullets could carry a small explosive charge, and one designed to destroy as much flesh as possible.
That ghostly amber chevron glided back over to the man's chest, and hung there for a few moments as the woman savored the moment. A creature that embodied her dark past was about to be extinguished, and not by some great martial prowess on her part... but a few simple twitcheds of her index finger. Without notice, the woman pulled the trigger back five times, unleashing a salvo of fifteen miniturized HEAP rounds. Her eyes didn't blink once while all of those fifteen bullets screamed from the gaping maw of her rifle. No. Yet... her mind didn't get time to register the bullets that surely impacted against the man's body, as a massive concussion wave threw her back into the bottom of the crater.
Her foot screamed at her in burning agony, she could feel warm water trickling down her skin inside of her armor, and that same foot refused to respond to her mind's orders. That elegant brow furrowed as the keen mind behind it attempted to fi- another wave of compression squeezed at her insides, and a massive CRASH! assaulted her eardrums. Sera's eyes quickly assumed the shape of a pair of saucers at the realization: artillery. "Dal! Get'chur head down!" She yelled, hoping against hope that he heard her over the deafening sound of bells that had deadened her sense of sound.
She'd never been shot, but she was about to die in a heavy artillery barrage. Out-fracking-standing.
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Post by Dutch on Mar 1, 2010 20:33:37 GMT -5
{OOC: OK, after this post, Bal is out of the battle, can't really post much given the scenario } Hunkered down behind a broken concrete barricade as laser fire pelted the wall. Bal grunted as some debris was flung upwards then back down on him from a shot that skimmed over his cover. As soon as the firing stopped, he slung his Type-02 over the edge and unleashed a flurry of death towards the Republic troops. The patter of slugs slamming into flesh made Bal grin his amber toothed smile, always a good sound. All of a sudden Rowe's voice boomed over his headset, and the Major looked over to see the Colonel start running away from the AA tower. Bal stood up and vaulted over his former cover and turned to follow Hadrian to glory... A cold dread began to settle in Balax's gut, it was unlike anything he had ever felt. Time felt like it slowed, and his body seemed to move on it's own. He felt his knees hit dirt and concrete, and his head swam. What the shi... Bal thought as his gaze looked down to see a waterfall of red coming from his torso. He coughed harshly, and instead of the usual flecks of spit and phlegm, the bitter taste of iron flowed over his tongue. Bal's stomach roiled and he felt the sudden rush of vomit flow from his gut. But it wasn't just vomit. Mixed in the brown slop was the bright red of blood and pale yellow of bile. He grabbed at his now bleeding gut as another fountain of fluids erupted from his mouth. Bal collapsed to the ground just as other Sith ran past his hole-ridden body. A soft gurgle sounded from Bal as his last exhale slowly came out, his vision got steadily blacker, starting from the edge and working it's way in. The Major could no longer feel his body, and his thoughts dripped like turpentine off his mind. He wasn't expecting to die, let alone like this, in a puddle of his own bodily fluids. If Bal had known that it was the very woman he had been trying to get under his thumb for so long that did him in, it would have only made this nasty death worst- killed by a woman, an alien woman nonetheless. What bitter irony...
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Mar 1, 2010 22:12:42 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Mar 1, 2010 22:12:42 GMT -5
{Yeah, it's been a really long time since I posted in here x.x If I screw anything up, just lemme know}
There goes another Kaven thought as his short, serrated vibroblade bit into the flesh of a Republic soldier before he wrenched it loose, letting forth a crimson spray as his opponent fell to the ground. How many was that now? He'd lost count a little while ago. After all, it was hard to keep track of such things when more lasers you could count were whizzing by your head and something exploded every other second. Kaven quickly sheathed the blade and pulled his rifle from his back once more with the fluidity of one who'd done the motion many times before he looked up around him.
The once scenic area was an absolute mess now. Explosions had riddled the ground with holes of varying sizes, and the oh-so familiar thin layer of smoke was starting to settle in. Kaven's own armor, which had been a well-polished silver before was now gritty and dull, and a number of scratches adorned its once smooth surface. He got to watch as one Republic soldier in the distance got his legs, and presumably, his life, removed by a grenade. Kaven only shook his head before returning his thoughts to the immediate area around him, lest he end up the same.
The sudden roar of engines in the sky drew his eyes upward for a moment, and then he heard Hadrian rallying them for a charge. Apparently, the time to get away from the tower was now. Kaven fell in behind Balax as they started to move.
And then Balax exlpoded.
That was really the only way to sum it up. One moment, he was there, and the next, some rounds from somewhere slammed into him, blew up, and he fell to the ground in pieces. For once, Kaven's normally placid expression was replaced by fear, and he almost swore. Almost. "Balax," he said has he patted the man roughly, as if that would help. He was dead, that much was evident. Kaven did swear at that. The sound of artillery shells falling closer and closer to him urged him to move, so he dug out Balax's ID tags from around his neck and sprinted off.
"Colonel," he called to Hadrian over the comm in his suit's helmet, "We've lost Balax." He thought to stop there, but he continued on. "Looks like he was hit by some sort of explosive round. There may be a sniper out there aiming for us."
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Mar 2, 2010 12:12:39 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Mar 2, 2010 12:12:39 GMT -5
Things were same old, same old for the massive Rattataki man as he let loose short rounds of blaster fire. Their enemies were thinning out, and Dal and Sera weren't so much playing recon now as they were playing catch up to the main bulk of the sith forces. They'd managed to get in near the AA tower soon enough and had taken a position up there, just clearing out any Republic soldiers they saw. Poor Rocky was yawning at Dal's side. Perhaps it might have been just as well to leave the wolf-cat back on the Wicked where he could chase around the ysalamir. Well, Dal didn't have time to be worrying about his pet's engagement in this battle. There would surely be more to come.
"Dal... there's an old friend down the way. Don't say nothin' 'bout what I'm 'bout to do."
Dal turned his head when he heard Sera say his name. She had her eyes down her scope as she spoke the words, so Dal followed the line of sight out across the battlefield until they landed on Balax. Dal's eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a moment, then the shot rang out and Dal looked away, bent down, and pretended to retie his shoe. When he looked back up at Sera, he gave the woman a wink before cupping his hand around his ear.
What? Did you say you got a good shot on a Republic officer? He nodded his head knowingly, a slight smile on his face. That's my girl.
Just then, the scream of artillery fire came into his ears, Dal's eyes looked skyward in time to see a number of shells come raining down. But he wasn't in time to move. His eyes were wide when he turned them back towards Sera, but instead of her light red skin, Dal saw only the orange and yellow of exploding flames mixed with the brown and gray of dirt and rubble come rushing towards him.
SERA!
As the words came out, Dal managed to scoop up Rocky and launch him away from the flames, but he himself was left to face the brunt force of the explosion. Though the fire didn't quite reach him, the concussion of the explosion did and it sent the man flying back about ten feet where he landed hard on the ground. His landing Knocked the air from Dal's chest, and so for a moment, he laid there panting to regain the oxygen he lost. Rocky was back at his side within moments, his feline eyes scanning the area as he growled and pawed at Dal to get up. Dal did get up, slowly. The ringing the explosion left in his ears shut out all other sounds, including the continued explosions of the nearby artillery as it continued to rain down on the area.
What had once been the AA tower was now a crumbling pile of rubble as Dal slowly crawled his way back to where Sera had been. His hands pushed away the dirt and debris as he searched for the one he was charged with protecting. Even if she was dead, she wouldn't be left here, not while he still had air in his lungs.
When he finally found her, he was relieved to see that she was still alive. But she was also injured. It seemed her right leg, from maybe her shin down had been caught by the explosion. He could already see that she'd not be able to walk. So without word, Dal stooped to pick the woman up. But as soon as he began to take her weight into his arms, his chest sent pangs into his spine. He must have broken at least a couple of ribs. Panting, he set the woman back down.
OK, time for the good stuff.
Dal flashing the woman a smile before opening a velcro pocket on his leg. From this pocket he removed one of four syringes that held a sickly green fluid inside of them. Wasting no time, Dal pulled the cap off the syringe with his teeth before plunging the needle into his neck. Dal gritted his teeth as his thumb pushed down on the end of the syringe, pumping the cocktail into his system.
Within seconds, Dal could feel that it was working. His heart rate was increasing and every muscle in his body began to twitch as high levels of adrenalin and other artificial stimulants coursed through his blood. He started to breathe in large pants and the pupils of his eyes dilated.
AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGYYYYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!! WWWWHHHHOOOOOO!
Dal jumped to his feet and bent down to scoop up the tiny woman with one arm, throwing her over one shoulder as his other arm drew his sword. The blade whistled as he spun it in his hand. Around them, shells were falling and creating craters in spaces where there had once been walls, stairs, even desks. But Dal stood tall and let out a ravenous cry against the explosions as the veins in his neck and temples pulsed up, showing under his chalk white skin.
It might have been him, it might have been the artillery that fell around them, but the ground shook as the giant of a man began to run. In him, the sith military had created a super soldier that might take down a Jedi, even if he didn't meet one on this battle field today, Dal was about to open up a ten gallon can of whoopass.
As it turned out, Dal had veered slightly from the regroup point that had been called for the sith forces. In his current state, thinking wasn't exactly the priority. He had to get himself and Sera, and Rocky of course, out of the artillery. After that, things were just gravy. Well, it turned out he landed them in some pretty thick gravy.
As the ghost of a man came barreling through a wall of smoke and dust, he found that they were clear of the artillery, but that they'd run straight into a group of Republic soldiers. Dal stopped, sliding to a halt in the center of where these soldiers had stopped to regroup. For one or two long seconds the whole assemble simply stared at each other. That is until a nervous private let loose a shot that almost grazed across Dal's chest. He turned his eyes slightly at the boy, who was wide eyed and in shock.
One could almost hear the faint ring as the long cortosis weave blade spun through the air. Dal's increased senses could nearly see it spinning in the poor boys eyes. A moment later Dal's sword was near hilt deep in the boy's chest and Dal picking up his assault riffle that had hung by the strap at his side. With one hand still holding Sera over his right shoulder, Dal let loose a barrage of blaster fire as he dashed to recover his blade.
By the time he arrived at the sword, his clip had run out. He dropped the rifle in time to yank the blade from the now dead soldier's chest, a fountain of blood following it through the air. Dal then took cover behind some supply crates the boy'd been standing by. The Republic soldiers had by now shaken off the daze of confusion and were firing on their cover. Dal set Sera down. He was still panting, but not from the effort of carrying the woman. The stimulant he'd injected himself with was causing his heart to beat well over the safe limit for most human-like species. He quickly loaded another clip into his rifle before setting it next to Sera.
Watch my back.
He grunted the words before springing back over the cover and charging directly at the soldiers. Even though there were near twenty soldiers facing them, Dal knew that with Sera covering his back, he could take them all down. It started with one, stabbed in the stomach. Dal twisted the blade before pushing the man in front of him as cover. When he reached the second, Dal pushed his dead armor at the man, pulling his blade out at the same time, then slashing it across the second man's throat. Already, Dal was soaked in blood, the red dots bright against his white skin.
The third man found Dal's blade driven into his boot. While the man screamed in pain, Dal took a knee right in front of him, creating the perfect spring board for Rocky to launch himself at the man's face. Four, five, six fell under the Rattataki warrior's blade. And it seemed more and more were lining up to receive the same honor.
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Post by sparrow on Mar 11, 2010 5:29:37 GMT -5
"Aww... sithspit!" If she had had time to reflect, Zarene might have found some amusement in her particular choice of curse. But alas, there was no time to be had as the artillery bombardment slammed into the AA tower and fire and earth fell from the sky.
Of those that had been near the AA tower, Zarene had been the closest. The Colonel and his posse had already gotten out. Time for her to do the same. She reached for the Force, and it came to her. Everything around her seemed to focus. Her senses heightened, she could see each individual boulder as it fell towards the ground, hear the sound of each bullet as it parted the air. She tossed her rifle. She needed her hands free.
Step. Side-step. Spin. It was like a dance almost as the stones and shells fell around her. A quick nudge with Force deflected a particularly large piece of debris that would have split her skull. Suddenly, a gap. A chance. She took it.
In front of her, just outside the bombardment zone, the Colonel's group at engaged the waiting Republic infantry. One of the infantrymen saw her running out, raised his gun, firing two shots. The adrenaline coursed through her veins. Time moved in slow motion. She didn't think, just reacted.
Her legs hit the ground hard, launching her into the air. Her body twisted in the midair, so that she was nearly horizontal to the ground. One shot streaked through the air above her, less than an inch above her breast. The second passed just below her. Her own blaster shot of its holster into her waiting hand, and her finger pressed down on the trigger. The soldier fell.
She hit the ground, rolled several times before coming to the stop. Her lungs, both the organic and cybernetic parts wheezed. She had left her breath by the now crumbled tower and it was only now catching up. Putting a hand on a nearby boulder, she leaned against it for cover, and to support herself. The battle wasn't over yet, but she needed to rest, just for a moment.
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Post by Cavalry King on Mar 11, 2010 21:48:56 GMT -5
Major Samuels hit the dirt hard as bolts of energy worked their way up to his position as enemy airships began to descend on their position. The only words he could muster was "damn! damn! damn! damn! damn!" He wasn't fearing for his life, more for the fact that it was his fault the outer rim would be lost. His men were being slaughtered. They were holding for the time being given the heavy artillery assault but as soon as the Sith regrouped they would overwhelm his men and have a straight shot into the next rim. No, he had to take his chance now that the Sith were in disarray. The second rim was much smaller than the outer rim, allowing the Republic forces to concentrate and level the playing field more. Plus they would have the protection of the shield array that would prevent bombardments from the air. No, this position was lost. He got up from behind the husk of the transport and shot off some suppressing fire from a crouched position. He fired at any kind of movement, hoping to pin down a few Sith while he made his move. "Private, inform the general we wont be able to hold much longer and that I advise falling back before we are overrun here."The private relayed the message as best he could, for as he was speaking his leg was hit by a blaster and he could barely keep his flow of consciousness to relay the message. This was another thing the major felt was his fault but he couldn't think about that now, dwelling on failures in battle only lead to more failures. He continued to lay down suppressing fire, trying to pin the charging Sith. The remaining tanks and transports opened up with deadly fire from their close range turrets. This was the hot zone, people were dying left and right, it was total carnage. Shortly after delivering the message Atu Soka came on the comm, "This is most unfortunate Major. Fall back, continue with our first contingency plan. The rim in lost but the battle may still yet be won."Atu Soka's resolve and confidence were slightly inspiring to the Major, he half expected to be blamed for losing the battle. With his orders in place, the major ordered his men to hop into their transports and leave. It was very difficult since they were being strafed by gunships. Many didn't make it to the safety of the shields. The protection the shields offered would be rendered nearly moot if the Sith broke through the outer defenses of the inner rim since their ships could simply fly through the shield. The Major left the smoking husks of his downed vehicles and men where they lay. It would make the approach more difficult for the Sith if they brought in armor but offer some protection to the Sith soldiers. There was nothing he could do. As his forces began to retreat, some men and a few reserves from inside the rim screened his falling back and covered his men. As the last surviving stragglers made it through the inner rim, the walls were sealed with energy shields and some of the Major's troops took up position on the walls. The bulk of the Republic's vehicles and armor were located here, and several gun emplacements were set up during the battle. Men were tucked in and dug in everywhere. This would be the where the major and all his men would have to make their stand. Another step back would mean losing the city and the entire city would have to be evacuated. The continuing rain of artillery was comforting, it meant the Sith were still taking it pretty hard. There were also scores of Snipers all over this sector to harass the Sith. It would be nice for them to get a taste of their own medicine and start dropping out of the blue. "Men, not another step back! We retreat even a step and we lose the city. The general has ordered that the factories here remain operational, that means we are also protecting civilians. No man runs. We fight till the bitter end, even if it means we only buy the civies more time to escape. Pray to your god if you have religion and may the Force be with all of you."It was a grim address but in it there was a resolve. The Major intended to either win or die where he stood. ------------------------------------------------------ Atu Soka took in a deep breath. The game was changing, but this was not unforeseen. He had made plans for this, victory could still be had. It was slowly fading though and he had to act quickly. The factories had built and repaired several light gunships. With these ships, he could bring down fire quickly and hotly in a small area in a very short period of time. It was his ace in the hole, it wasn't much, but it was all he had to work with. Everything else was devoted to building the escape ships and escort ships. It was amazing how an entire city could be so motivated and driven. This level of production was unimaginable, but you back people against a wall and suddenly they become strong and dangerous. It reminded Atu Soka of a proverb he once was taught "A starved and endangered Vornskr is far more dangerous than a content one." This city is the starved and endangered Vornskr and it was going to fight with all it had. His prime concern became the citizens in the factories still working. If push came to shove he would defend them himself. All the contingency plans were already set down and relayed to all the commanders. The Garrison commander could take over and follow Atu's solid guidelines. Atu began to address the entire city via the City's infoholodisplays. "Great people of Yaga Minor. You have shown your resolve, your courage, and your might. Yes the Sith have gained ground but it has not been easy. For every one of your brothers fallen, he has taken at least six Sith with him. It is a terrible notion to revel in the death of others but they have brought war to your homes and you have been left to defend it yourselves. We must continue to resist the Sith with all our might. Yes, we are tired, yes, we are wounded, but we are not down and out. Dig dip and do whatever it takes. We can win this. Fight on my brothers whether it be on the front lines or in the factories, fight on. This is for your freedom, your lives, your families. Do not lose sight of what is at stake. Not an inch further, not an inch. We must hold this line. I will be here with you till the very end, I will gladly give my life for you. Fight on Yaga Minor and may the Force be with you." He knew that only the continued resolve of the people and soldiers could give this city even a fighting chance. People would have to stay united and focused on the goal. Despite the slim chance of victory, he would do what was necessary. All throughout the fight he has had agents rig small explosives at key positions across the city's central infrastructure. If the Republic could not have Yaga Minor, he would deprive the Sith of it as a functional base. Much of the plant had already been scrapped and sabotaged. Part of the blasts would kill the Sith invaders should the grey sector fall. He would not allow any margin of error. It was his thoroughness why some considered him an effective general. Edit: He never praised himself for his abilities. He never saw a point. Now he was about to unleash one of his greatest talents. He left the command center and sat down in his private quarters. He closed his eyes and focused on the battle, expanding his mind across the field to all those fighting around him. It was the single greatest ability that made him such an effective general. He melded the minds of his soldiers and people, giving them one resolve and putting them under his direct command. They were inspired with great zeal and made to maximum effectiveness. Simultaneously the Sith forces would be rocked by waves of cowardice and a simple loss of the will to fight. From a powerful practitioner such as Soka, many simple minded ones would immediately flee the field and even the most veteran would have great difficulty staying focused and motivated to fight.
This was a last ditched effort as it would require all of Soka's mind and power to maintain it. Here would be the greatest boon he could give his men. If this didin't help, nothing would.
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Post by Jace on Jun 3, 2010 9:33:02 GMT -5
The charge was nothing short of glorious, even as Hadrian ran forward, soldiers surged up around him. He leveled his rifle and fired off shots into the faltering Republic line. His air support had done their job and done it well. They had bombarded the Republic line perfectly, and now the Sith had the advantage, one which Hadrian was planning on taking full advantage of. He quickly spotted a large scrap of metal which he could take cover behind, strategies needed to be organized afterall.
It was then that Hadrian got the report that Balax had fallen, and surprised caught him for the moment. Balax was a tremendous soldier if not a little brutal, he was a big loss to the attacking force. He would deal with casualties later, war was what took priority now. The thought of snipers only worsened his mood. Indeed their probably were snipers, the only problem was that they could have been hiding in a hundred places. In such a large scale battle, a sniper didn't necessarily need to be hiding in some specific window to get a shot. This battlefield is what would be considered a target rich environment.
Hadrian looked over the makeshift barrier, and saw the Republic in full retreat. The next thing he saw added onto his already increasingly 'good' mood. Energy shields, those were always fun to fight against. The damn cowards were hiding behind a shield, and now Hadrian would have to charge that damn shield. His aerial bombardment and normal artillery would be next to useless until that thing was deactivated. The Republic would most likely dig in here, it really was their last line of defense. Once his troops got into the city, it was over. The Colonel contemplated his options, and then switched to his comm.
"Kaven, on me" He said calling to the soldier.
He then spotted the young woman who had been at the AA tower with them. (Sparrow, hope ya pick up on this)There as no doubt she was not a normal soldier, and what Hadrian needed right now was a person with special skills.
"Corporal, you see that girl over there, I want her over here ASAP"
The soldier merely nodded and then shot off to bring the girl back to him. Hadrian then rounded up a dozen more soldiers and he waited until the other two had fallen in. Looking at each of them, he could see a grim determination in their eyes, they reflected his. They had all lost comrades but there was a battle to finish and that was exactly what the colonel had in mind.
"Alright look, that shield is a pain in my arse, so it needs to disappear. The Republic is concentrating their forces there, meaning we could try to take their position head on, and we might win but then I wouldn't have enough men left to bury the dead. So this little strike team here is gonna flank the enemy position, and take out that array. Once the shields are down, air and ground support will pummel the Republic forces. Lets move"
Hadrian led the group off to the right, moving along the Sith line. They had used the wreckage and scraps of metal as cover and with the help of engineers had dug in. There wasn't much they could do until they were inside the shield. He had ordered that there should be periodic attacks so the Republic didn't get too curious about why they had yet to charge the shield full on. Even as Hadrian's team moved he was suddenly struck by a sudden wave of doubt. It was as if the will to fight was being sucked out of him. The colonel was one of the top soldiers in the Empire, and a strong will came with that. He struggled against the doubt and the disorientation, he wasn't sure what it was, but it was affecting his troops. He struggled with the feeling, eventually able to get himself back on track. He had wasted precious time, and it looked like the Republic had some significant up their sleeves.
"Pull yourselves together, we got work to do."
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Post by sparrow on Jun 17, 2010 3:37:36 GMT -5
She dove to the ground as the boulder she had been leaning against suddenly exploded, showering the area with debris. Sliding across the ground, she pressed the trigger of her blaster once, twice, three times. The first two shots hit nothing but air, but the third found its mark.
Zarene pushed herself back up as the enemy began to return fire. She needed to find more cover, find it fast. More importantly, she needed to coordinate with the rest of the army. The lone gunslinger thing worked great for assassinations. Large battles, not so much.
A wrecked speeder provided the cover she needed, for now. Like the boulder, it would only be temporary. She had mistakenly become separated from the rest of the group, so all of the fire in the immediate area was directed at her. With all the smoke and haze in the air, she could barely even see where the others were.
Her ears caught the sound of crunching gravel behind her, and she instinctively spun around, metal arm grabbing the individual's neck and throwing him to the ground, only to quickly realize that the man was one of their own. "Don't sneak up on me like that," she hissed. She really needed to get used to this whole battlefield thing.
The man looked shaken, but quickly recovered. "The Colonel requests your presence. I've been instructed to take you to him."
"Oh... lead on then."
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