Operation Reclamation

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

Lia had barely noticed Lat and Trin leave, only taking the time to grab the datapad from the woman as she too took off and away. It wasn’t much later that a loud string of curses emitted from the auburn haired woman as she finally lost the game of cat and mouse the system was playing with her. Jolted by another charge of electricity Lia dropped the datapads, which were now fried. Luckily the one with the codes in it had been disconnected already…that didn’t do much to help her numb hand, however. Moments later Lat’s voice could be heard, the barely suppressed anxiety in his voice loud and clear to her. When HE was worried, things were bad. Seconds later Trin was heard over the earpiece and Lia was already half through packing her things back into her belt, her hand slowly regaining its feeling…after having stabbed it once with a screwdriver, at least she wasn’t bleeding.

Already ahead of you Trin. Bane, I’m headed your direction.

The sun that hit her back was turning from warm to chill as the shadows lengthened around her. Standing the lithe young woman was just about to move out when Bane’s voice came over the headset.

"Italia, get down here now, there is no need for you to be there anymore"

What? Hadn’t he heard her?! Really, did he think she was so dense that she needed to be told twice? Growling, she clicked the com on again as she jogged along toward the back doors.

I said I was on my way!

Lia snipped into the earpiece, but again no answer. Cursing, she realized that something must have shorted when she had been shocked by the security system...no one could hear her. Miffed, she continued along the outside wall. Police or not it wouldn’t matter soon anyway. As luck would have it, no sooner had she thought this than the lapdogs of the Republic came barking around the corner. Without a second thought Lia dove into the service duct and out of sight. Checking that the blaster from the guard was still in her belt, the young mando slithered through the channel of ducts to her original entry point half way between the guard station and the section where the basilisk had been held. Her hair clung to the sides of her face slightly as she emerged from the stuffy tunnels and tumbled gracefully onto the floor below before rolling into a kneeling position. There was one last thing she could do to help them all get away….The museum had a force field that could be brought up in times of emergency to help deter entry by force while keeping various exits unshielded so that those inside could escape. It was a handy piece of knowledge, not typically spread around, but one Lia had managed to dig up upon her last “visit” to the museum. It seemed it would come in handy this time around.

Sprinting the little distance to the guard station, Lia had no problems with the guards there seeing as there WERE no guards there. It seemed they had gone out searching for the group of ‘thieves’ that had come to abscond with the droid, so she didn’t hesitate in making herself at home. Honestly, she paid little attention to the monitor that was flashing the news about the break in. She knew first hand what was going on…she could hear the wailing of the sirens as they neared, she had seen the bodies of the dead security guards, she’d been the one to hack into the mainframe…she KNEW. As her mind registered the sounds of Mal and Bane jogging toward her, she spun about, blaster drawn…grunting in recognition, she turned back around, putting the acquired blaster down on the counter of the consol, her fingers flying across it. She stopped then, and glanced up at Bane as he spoke, then to Mal as he too spoke, her intelligent green eyes glittering mischievously as she tapped the final button. The familiar blue glow of the force field coming up past the glass of the front entrance seemed to entrance the young woman for a moment as she gave a catlike smile. It would take them a little while to disengage the barrier once they arrived. For a moment she felt Mal’s large hand on her shoulder and she looked up at him, smiling, before he was off again. Taking a stand beside Bane, she gazed defiantly out the glass doors at the police who were now starting to fill the courtyard outside, beyond the glowing blue barrier. Her fiery red hair seemed to echo the fighting spirit that had surged up inside of her. Glancing over at Bane from the corner of her eyes, Lia sniffed slightly and raised her chin giving her a cocky, almost challenging, look.

I wasn’t dragged into anything, Bane…if it means anything, it’s been an honor working with all of you. However…we’re not dead yet, and I don’t know about you, but I don’t plan on dieing today.

She let out a rueful little laugh then, tossing her head almost mockingly at one of the police who had stopped to glare at her.

Well, at least today is a good day to fight.

Her thoughts, however, we closer to the darkened thoughts of one facing near certain doom. Even the optimistic mando woman couldn’t deny the odds against them. Today is a good day to die…she thought to herself as an eerie peace descended just as Mal returned. The woman barely bat an eyelash as he returned. Outside the wind blew, howling its ominous warning of change across the cityscape of Coruscant as the golden and red hues of the setting sun painting the three warriors in the fiery glow of its rays, their shadows extending behind them forever.

Today is a good day indeed…

[Zarkan]

Ark gripped his makeshift weapon as tightly as he dared without bending or braking it as everyone gathered. "Acheron, come, follow ambria the woman up front, bane if the rear gets too hot move up and I'll take your position at the rear." Their movement through the halls of the was, for most of the journey uneventful if tense that was up until the announcement across all of the mandalorian's comm that police where there. "No, don't en-." he started as trin mentioned engaging the police. "Damn it we've got to move out of here before they bring special tactics here." he said attempting to rush the others along quicker. As they broke free of the confines of the museum ark could see just a glimpse of the police speeders as most of the others broke from the pack.

With a heavy heart ark followed his orders and tailed behind the bassilisk hoping they stayed out of site as they reached the transport. Ark quickly strapped the droid down before moving up to the cockpit as the hover transport speed up. He stopped dead in his tracks as banes voice poured through his comm unit. "I assume you received the message too." He said strangely quiet while looking out the windscreen. "Turn us about, Now." he ordered to ambria his voice gaining a tone of command. "One pass and then get this hunk back to the ghost.

[Jace]

Bane looked out the front entrance, and saw a faint blue field around it. His twitched upward ever so slightly; it was about as close to a smile as Bane got these days. He had completely forgotten about the field.

At least something is going our way in this whole fiasco yet Bane knew that it wasn't all that much. The firepower that the police were bringing was overkill considering who they had to face. Bane also knew that they would be bringing their elite squads now, so it was going to get much trickier.

Bane looked away from the entrance, and back at his two comrades. That look in their eyes, he could see that they reflected his own. They were in the very face of death, yet instead of despair, he he a fire glowing brighter than it would at any other time. It was this fire, this desire for glory, these bonds of brotherhood that made the Mandalorians the greatest soldiers in the galaxy. Bane felt a fierce fiery force rise in him too....pride. He was proud to be a Mandalorians, and proud to fight by such honorable comrades. It was also going to make them the three most deadliest enemies these police have ever encountered.

They needed to get into position though, they would be through the field soon enough.

"Alright Mal, its time for you to really make use of that rifle. I want you to find yourself a sniping perch. Make sure you can fall back out of this lobby though. Before you do go, I want you placing weapons,ammo, and detonators behind the various positions of cover for me and Italia. We will keep dropping back slowly as they start to push forward.

Now this next part is important, so listen up closely. Once this lobby is overrun we will fall back to the smaller rooms behind us. We will keep doing this until we reach the end of the hallway which is the artifacts room. There is only one entrance which is also the only exit. We will use this entrance like a funnel, taking out as many as we can..."

Bane didn't need to say anymore, for he knew they understood. This room was to be where they would make their last stand. This is where they would take out as many of the bastards as they could, before they themselves fell. Any true soldier who was in such a situation as this, always kept a place for a last stand in mind. It was the epitome of a soldiers glory, making a final stand.

"Alright, lets get into position....and good luck"

Bane nodded to them both, and quickly made his way towards the first point of cover. Their teams would have almost disabled the field by now, and they would rush in any second now. Bane's adrenaline was slowly starting to kick in, the fire in his eyes was not dimming but glowing even brighter.

He was one of the many gifted children of Mandalore, and now he would prove his worth to her.

[Dire Wolf]

Mal slowly opened his eyes and looked out of the window, which was now lit up with a faint but vibrant hue of blue. He smirked. At least the entire universe was not against him and his 2 companions... but it was still a mute point. The shield would probably keep the officers out until they either slice into it, get the curator's password, or just cut off the power to the building completely. This fact did not wipe the sly grin from the behemoth's face, quite the contrary: it turned the smirk into a full blown grin.

He walked over to the window and eyed the horde of blue and black as it snarled for blood. He shot them all a menacing glare, they were indeed out for blood, Bane's little troop had slaughtered their brethren without remorse. Then he heard a shot ring out, saw the florescent red beam appear from the building and end at the shield, Mal didn't move a muscle. If that cobalt aegis was not up the ray of super heated light would have seared a hole in his skull. The authorities were most certainly out for vengeance. Mal pointed at one officer who was taking cover behind a speeder and dragged his massive thumb across his neck, a look of pure fear flashed across the officer's face as he ducked behind his vehicle... probably to defecate his uniform.

Then he caught a flash of black and heavy body armor move in between a speeder. A wild grin contorted the immense man's features. They were sending in the Special Weapons And Tactics, the best of the best when it came to law enforcement. He slowly turned and walked back to his compatriots, no... his family. That is what they were, after all. Family. They were about to fight and die at his side, and if that doesn't qualify he did not know what did. He beamed at the thought. His entire life, the man never had a real family outside the short lived bond between his clan-mates on Aphithir, but that hardly qualified.

Mal nodded at Bane's orders; find a sniper perch, set up, dig in. It really didn't get much more complected then that, which was a good thing. Complication means more possible failures, more possible failures mean failures, and failures mean a quick and gruesome slaughter rather then a long and drawn out battle. He turned to set up weapons, he already did half of his job; set up duffel bags, now all he had to do was take the weapons and set them up, but he turned back to the two before getting to work. He gave Lia her pistol and the detonator to the plastic explosives first, and then stepped back and glanced between the two.

“They are sending in S.W.A.T, and Lia, press that button on the detonator twice and about 10 pounds of permacrete will explode.”

The man turned and did what Bane asked him to do. He was also sure to leave most of the ordinance in the room that would host their heroic last stand. Mal was almost sure to put more then a few of the explosive charges near the door, but not near enough so that a breaching charge would disable them. With that, he sighed and headed up to the second floor, entered one of the corner offices at the front of the building, and set up his rifle about 5 feet back from the window. He keyed his comm unit.

“Done.”

He would take out as many as he could before they entered the building, and that was hopefully when Bane or Lia would detonate the charges above the door, both killing the first wave and blocking that particular entrance for the next few months. That is when he saw it, the Force field began to flicker, about five seconds later it vanished completely, he aimed down the iron sights of his rifle at the first officer he saw and fired.

The weapon was not particularly loud like a slug-thrower or a blaster, it sounded like a cork popping from a bottle at the loudest, the police officers may not have even heard it. One thing that he did know, however, was that they saw the results of the hypersonic tungsten anti-personnel slug slashing through their comrade. The man that he aimed at quickly crumpled to the ground, his innards were turned to outards. This sight stopped the marauding drove dead in its tracks as they dove for cover, he managed to take out a few more before the last man slid out of sight. He smirked as he took the magazine from his rifle and replaced it with one that was painted with a big red “X” painted on the side. They were deep penetration slugs, they were solid tungsten, designed to fly through just about anything short of the hull of a Tank. While the bullets were not as effective against infantry (comparatively speaking), they did wonders for hitting them through cover.

“Bane, Lia, the shield is down.”

He opened up on the cover where he remembered some of the officers hiding behind, killing some, maiming others, and generally scaring the excrement out of others. It took nearly a quarter of a minute of constant fire before he ran out of ammunition, not because he had a large magazine, but because his rifle shot about two rounds a second... which was slow compared to some of the more modern magnetic accelerator rifles. When he did run out he simply dropped the magazine and slapped in the anti-personnel rounds. By this time the officers figured out where he was, if he didn't leave the room now he probably never would.

With a sigh Mal picked up his rifle and casually walked out of the room and headed for the stairs, to rejoin the group. If he kept sniping in a different room he would probably be cut off, and that was the last thing that Bane and Lia needed.

[Mara]

The transport was only a few minutes from reaching the spaceport where the Star was resting when Ambria was startled from her thoughts. It sounded like the ship was combusting from the inside out. Scared. she immediately scanned the board in front of her, looking for any problems. But then her fears were assuaged when she realized it was merely the hulking metal Ark coming up towards the cockpit from the cargo bay.

She turned back to her displays after she registered that it was him, merely nodding to let him know that, yes, she had heard the commander's command. The command to not turn back under strictest orders. The command she really had wanted to disobey but held back because of her military duty.

Biting back any words she would have said, words explaining how she couldn't so because it could mean desk duty or the stockade or worse, she just merely said with a sigh, "All right, but you have to have my back on this." Technically speaking, his rank was also above hers and he had the authority over her. Though Bane was officially in charge of the mission, could she also obey Ark, thus disobeying her CO? All kinds of military punishments could be rained down on her if she did. "Bane could have my head for this..."

But what about the Mando way? What about her real training? Yes, she was military trained for almost the last decade. But she had been Mando for her entire life. From birth on she learned the ways of her people, lived their culture, breathed their heritage.

Without looking back at the hulk of machine behind her, without speaking, she obeyed. Obeyed not only Ark's orders but what her own heart was telling her. No one could ever be left behind. Besides, Ark wasn't asking them to dive into the fray but merely to just look, right? She yanked on the control yoke, turning the transport away from the Ghost Star and back towards a traffic lane that led back to the museum.


(((There: moving back but not getting too close yet.
Just wanted to get something in before I let you guys get half-killed.)))

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

Lia watched the hounds of the Republic tugging at their handlers leashes, baying to be let in and attack. She sniffed again slightly as she watched Mal put up the explosives as she listened to Bane's instructions. Nodding slightly at Bane, Lia took the blaster and detonator from Mal and quirked a smile at him.

Got'cha.

She stated with a quirky little wink. The young woman couldn't help but feel a bit giddy...she loved the thrill of the hunt, that was why she had stayed a bounty hunter after all, and this was about as big a thrill as any hunt could give...the one where she was the hunted and not the hunter. As Mal vanished down the hallway Lia smirked at Bane.

Think you can keep up with me "old man"?

She teased, double checking the charges for the blasters. Satisfied, she returned to watching the milling officers outside. Suddenly the blue of the shield flickered and went out and the bloodthirsty hounds of the Republic came bounding through the doors in a wave of blue and black. A quiet popping sound at one of the officers fell dead, his comrades halting, nervous and unsure of what had happened. She wasted no time with their anxiety as they finally got the brains to dive for cover. Mal's shots took down several more before finally they seemed to fixate their attention on the windows where the mando was. God she wished she had her rifle...she was better with a sniper than blasters...oh well. As the pack of police regrouped and came at them again, Lia gave them a cheeky grin and a little wave of her hand just as they were reaching the door. Holding up the detonator, she let out a wicked little giggle that made the eyes of those closest to the front bulge as she clicked the button twice.

Bye boys!

She taunted just as the charges went off, sending a cascade of duracrete down upon their heads. Those were now pancake police. Snickering at the thought slightly, she nodded to Bane and took aim at the police and soldiers intelligent enough to start coming through the windows. Three rounds later the bodies slumped over the sill, landing with heavy thumps on the floor of the foyer. Backing swiftly into the hall, she heard the sound of more breaking glass behind them in one of the exhibit rooms.

Exhibit room, your side.

She stated, taking aim and shooting two more men as they came through the previously broken windows, the blaster bolts hitting one in the chest, the other in the arm. The shouting from outside, beyond the barrier of blasted and crumbled museum entrance caught Lia's attention as the flow of police coming through the window ended abruptly, and the sound of motion from outside. Cursing she wondered what they were planning now.

I think they're gonna try and blast through the rubble! Are they insane?!

She snarled, turning and darting down the hall to the next point of cover. It didn't make sense! Why the front doors again? That's when it hit her...there were only so many windows here on the ground floor, and only one or two other doors...they wouldn't risk going through a wall because of the artifacts, and if they needed a way to get more people than one or two at a time through...the front was the best bet. If they hoped to stop the mandos from getting through one of those doors or out through an upper window via speeder, they'd need more people to sweep the ground floor and catch them...no doubt the police were thinking similarly.

A short blast rocked the museum once again and the din of falling rubble caught her attention once again just as more glass broke behind her. They were going to swarm this place like ants and try to over-run them! Turning her upper half to face the room she was passing she started firing once again as she strafed by the police who were trying to enter there. Green bolts singed through the air around her and Lia was forced to duck behind an indention in the wall as she dropped a clip from the guard's blaster. Dipping down she grabbed a new clip and shoved it in, hearing it click into place she turned her head to the side to look down the hall in the other direction. No one there....yet. Coming out from her place in the wall, Lia began her barrage of shots once more into the sea of blue and black that was now making its way through the opening in the wreckage of the entrance once more.

[Latus]

He had frozen. Fear gripped his mind and his heart as he looked down at Trin, blood seeping from her upper arm. It wasn't the wound, or the fact that he found himself attracted to the soldier, it was what the wound itself meant. The situation was rapidly getting out of control, they were all in danger and his orders were to stay put. He was unable to escape a feeling of helplessness. Itani finally managed to move back to the control console. Ambria and Ark were on their way back, finally, with the basilisk. Punching a few buttons and flipping a switch he looked back over to Trin as he felt the cargo doors begin to open, almost sure they would be open by the time their cargo arrived.

Don't go far, missie. I will get my kit.

Sprinting from the bridge he returned to the cargohold where his things were kept. The doors were already mostly open by the time he found his first aid kit and turned back toward the bridge. As he crossed into the structure he paused and turned, a line of police cruisers crossed in front of his vision. At least he thought they were merely cruisers, they were moving faster than he could accurately follow. Cursing under his breath he returned to the bridge to where Trin lie. Opening up the kit he knelt beside her. Tearing the remainder of the sleeve off her shirt and removing her small shirt bandages he inspected the wound, there was still something inside it.

Waste of a shirt. Don't move please, if we don't get whatever it is out of there it could get infected and I should have enough time before Ambria gets here.

Quickly he withdrew a num-pack and jabbed it into her arm muscle awaiting her flinch. Slowly he used tweezers to dig out the bits of glass, making sure nothing critical had been punctured. It was deep but only the smaller blood vessels had been cut. Using some concentrated salve he disinfected the wound and pulled out a needle and bio-thread. When he was sure the num-pack had taken hold he set to work. As Lat stitched he couldn't help looking at her and smiling kindly. She was attractive but a bit pale from loss of blood, her brown hair hanging around her shoulders. He did not say anything outside muttering reassurances to them both, not sure what to say to the young woman.

((Thats it for me for a while I guess ^_^))

[Jace]

Bane nodded as Mal went off to get in place, and scanned the outside once again. He could see that they were anxious, but also extremely angry. Bane and the others had just killed around a dozen or so officers earlier, and they wanted revenge. Bane didn't really have time to think about their feelings though, because they would sharing them in full force soon enough.

"That is old man, sir to you" said Bane replying to Italia's taunt.

Bane then jogged to his first position of cover, and checked his blaster and ammo. He had a few grenades and a whole lot of clips for his blaster. He had no doubt that there still wasn't enough ordinance to deal with all the black and blue out there. He heard Mal's warning that the shield had gone down. He then looked out from cover and watched as the first officers were taken out by the unseen Mal.

Bane drew his blaster pistol and was about be begin firing, when he noticed Italia taunting the officers. He then noticed that she had something in her hand, and ducked behind cover as there was a large explosion.

Can't say the girl doesn't have guts he thought shaking his head with a slight grin.

He then heard a shattering of glass and knew the officers were now coming through the window. He spun out of cover and fired three shots in quick succession, hearing muffled screams almost immediately after. He then heard glass breaking somewhere off to the left, and heard Italia saying something about the exhibit room. Bane quickly darted from his position towards the exhibit room, the ground scorched where he was only seconds ago. He holstered his pistol, grabbed a flashbang and tossed it into the room after a count of two. He closed his eyes, heard people cry out, and dived into the room headfirst. He came up from a roll, drawing both his katanas as he did. Bane was a blur, he was in his essence, it was over in a matter of moments. Bane walked over to the dismembered corpse of an officer and wiped his blades off on his pants. He then picked up the dead officers blaster rifle and sprinted towards the entrance. He dived out of the now corpse ridden exhibit room, and fired at the officers as he came to his knees.

Bane noticed that things had gotten quiet all of a sudden, and that only disconcerted him. He wasn't going to waste this opportunity though, and he sprinted back to the last remaining cover. Just as he heard glass break behind him, there was a large explosion at the entrance. Bane didn't waste any time and fired off a couple rounds towards the entrance as he was falling back. He then realized he was right in front of the entrance to the first room which was on his left. He swiveled towards the entrance, and depressed the trigger, but nothing happened. He threw his blaster at the nearest officer as his instincts kicked in. He juked to his left into his room, just as a bunch of lasers struck the ground where he was. Bane charged towards the closet officer, grabbing his gun with his right hand and push it away. He spun to the left as he did and sent his left elbow crashing into the officers helmet. The blaster now in his right hand, he continued his spin swinging the rifle right into the soldiers head. The soldier crumpled to the ground as Bane dived towards the next officer taking him down. He sent his fist into the mans throat crushing his larynx. He drew the officers sidearm and shot the last officer who had his rifle trained on him.

Bane grabbed another rifle and this time he made sure he grabbed extra clips. He looked out of the room and to the left and saw officers swarming in from the entrance. He fired sporadic shots down towards them. He looked down the hallway to his right, and it was quiet. The officers were coming in full force now and Bane fired shots down the hallway as he retreated into the next room.

They were getting closer and closer to the final room. Bane was not sad or scared, no he was thankful. Most soldiers would not get to fight in such a battle their whole lives. Bane knew that it wasn't words that defined a Mandalorian, it was these moments.

The officers were now swarming down the hallway, pushing them back step by step, and his smile only grew wider.

[Dire Wolf]

Mal was heading towards the stairs when an explosion knocked him off of his feet, the concussion deafened his ears to all but the bells ringing. It took him a minute before he could really hear, or think straight for that matter. Then suddenly it hit him: Lia blew up the permacrete. A sly grin pursed his lips as he got up and jogged towards the stairs, that would slow them down. Suddenly the concussion from another explosion washed over him, this perplexed him. Any of the explosives that did not go off initially would have been destroyed by the ones that did.

Then he heard the battle cry of the officers as they flooded into the recently made gap. The sounds of blaster fire and screams of pain pierced Mal's ears, it was a strange sound... terrible yet beautiful. He hurried towards the stairs, Bane and Lia would be needing his help soon. When the behemoth got there he saw a few man in black pointing a tube at the two... Lia in particular, a righteous fury erupted into the man's heart as his crystalline blue eyes shot an icy glare at the three men He would have none of that. Malak walked up to the man and yanked the rocket launcher out from behind the man, but did not do anything yet. He took a second to savor the fear and surprise that flashed across the man's eyes before taking the tube and bringing it down on the officer's forehead with all of his might. A sickening crack was heard above the overwhelming amount of gunfire that was being fired at Bane and Lia.

He then picked the next two up by the neck and squeezed with all his might, lifting them both up off the ground with ease. He could see the men wriggling around like stuck swine as the light slowly left their eyes, but suffocation would not their bane... no. He took the first man and threw him into the banister, the man's neck hit at an awkward angle, snapping it like a twig. Then he felt a sharp stabbing pain in his side as he looked down, seeing a knife buried to the hilt into his abdomen. Rage filled the man's heart as he tightened his grip around the man's neck, he didn't give him to opportunity to stab him again. Mal's face contorted as he pulled the dagger out and plunged it into the bottom of the man's jaw, right in between the mandibles. He tossed the carrion aside and picked up a rocket launcher.

Without a thought Mal extended his arm, pointing the rocket launcher at a group of officers who were taking cover behind a particularly large group of police officers as they shot at his friends. With an arrogant little smirk Mal depressed the trigger, sending a rocket straight into the formation of men. Not all where killed, but all that weren't dead were either dieing or missing a limb... Mal didn't take the time to notice this, however, the adrenaline that was coursing through his system forbade him to take a moment to do anything but slay his enemies.

The titan vaulted over the stairs as blaster bolts vaporized the space where he stood just moments before. With a smirk the massive man pulled a flash-bang from his belt and bellowed a warning to his comrades as loud as his lungs permitted him to before pulling the pin and hurling the stun grenade as far as he could into the sea of blue and black. A small sun erupted in the middle of their ranks, blinding all that looked near it... even some who were looking away. Then the ear-splitting bang gave its retort, temporarily incapacitated the crowd. That is when Mal sprang up from his cover, firing at the men that were doubled over. The bullets ripped into them, impaling multiple people as the hypersonic slugs devastated all in their path.

Mal was nearly at a table when he slid and kicked at the legs closest to him, causing one end of the heavy table to give and slam into the tile. Then he realized that he still had the now useless rocket launcher with him, he shrugged before flipping around and hurling it like a javelin at the first officer he saw. The tube didn't quite kill the man, but it definitely knocked him off of his feet. He scrambled for a smoke grenade... a flashbang... ANYTHING, but he didn't have anything to get him out of this sticky situation, and with his cover being eroded by the saturating fire the man had to think fast... he wanted more blood in than out.

Then he saw it, a rock that was about the size of a grenade, it was polished, at first glance the mamouth thought that it was, infact, an explosive. With an evil grin he snatched it up and hurled it over his shoulder, almost instantly he heard the frantic cries of men and others as they yelled, “GRENADE!” Mal wouldn't give them time to realize their folly.

He rocketed out of cover back to Lia, pain erupted into his now bleeding torso as he did this... but he fought past it, pushing it to the back of his mind. He slid into the room just across Bane and clutched his wound, the blood was trickling through his fingers.

“Looks like they're going all out, huh?”

Mal said with a little chuckle as he peeked around the corner and fired a massive slug into the man's chest. It hurt to chuckle... it even hurt to talk... but he didn't care. He was going to die a good death, a death for his friends, so that they could live. He peeked around the corner and fired another salvo into a group of men, they all crumpled to the ground with a gaping hole in their chest.

Now was the time.... now was the time to prove himself. Not only to his comrades, but to himself.

[Meira]

She was feeling a little dizzy from the loss of blood, but overall, Trin was just happy to be back at the ship. What she really wanted to do was lie down and sleep for a moment, but she knew that probably wasn't a very good idea. If she had lost too much blood, going unconscious might just make things worse. All the chatter in her earpiece was giving her a headache, and so Trin pulled it out and tossed it aside, leaving her somewhat clueless to Bane's last stand orders.

She was wondering vaguely why Itani wasn't piloting the ship over to get everyone, when she looked up and saw him staring down at her, a fearful look in his eyes. She was about to tell him to quit gawking when he suddenly snapped into movement, pushing some buttons and rushing off.

"Don't go far, missie. I will get my kit."

Did you just... Trin's eyebrows bunched together as he disappeared into the back of the ship, leaving her wondering if he had really just called her.... missie, or if she had lost more blood than she thought. Itani was soon back with a med kit, and wasted no time. He pulled off her makeshift bandages in just a few movements, then stabbed her. Trin pulled in a quick breath through her teeth and shot Itani a glance that almost dared him to do something like that when she wasn't injured. But the numbing was quick to take effect, and she relaxed slightly as he expertly removed the bits of debris from her arm.

Well would you look at that. She said with a faint smile as Itani removed a particularly nasty chunk of glass. Her voice didn't hold it's usual strength, but it would take a lot more than a blaster shot to the arm to shut her up entirely. The sting of the salve might have, if her arm wasn't now just about entirely numb from her shoulder to her elbow. When Itani pulled out the needle and bio thread, she couldn't help but chuckle.

You know... you might be the first man I've met that knows how to sew. She couldn't decide if that was a good or a bad thing. Obviously, right now it was a good thing. So Trin continued to hold still, watching with a somewhat morbid fascination, as he guided the needle and thread through the flesh of her arm to close up the wound. She was well aware of his eyes watching her, mostly because her own brown eyes were watching him as well. She was suddenly very aware of the fact that she hardly knew the man at all, apart from his name and that he was apparently Italia's brother. Oh, and that he could sew. She smiled slightly to herself. Heck, she barely knew how to sew.

When he finished, Trin sat for a moment in an awkward silence. With the pain gone, for now, in her arm, her head was clearing slightly. She shivered a little, and chalked it up to the blood loss. I guess it was a little worse than I thought. She said softly, looking down at her boots before raising her eyes to connect with his. Thanks.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

(( Bane, Mal, Lia.....posts...together...*crosses fingers*.... also, this is a video Dalan made that suits this situation --i think-- I'm telling you Briareos (cyborg) + Deunan --the girl-- = Mal + Lia? or Lia + Bane? or Briareos + Tereus + Deunan = Mal + Bane + Lia? slightly edited version --> www.youtube.com/watch?v=b-mZsJTbiNM&feature=channel original version --> www.youtube.com/watch?v=rZJP7sXmHZk&feature=channel ))

Bane had vanished momentarily into one of the exhibit rooms and the sounds of dieing men reached the headed woman's ears. Lia was far to preoccupied to care much, however, as she darted around a group of police and SWAT who had come charging at her. Swiftly finding herself surrounded by the men and woman, she ducked low as they began firing, allowing the bolts to pass into the people opposite those who had fired, killing their own comrades. For those who hadn't fired or been shot, the blasters that the mando woman held swiftly remedied that situation as she turned in a full circle, ducking and rising to avoid being shot as she killed the idiots who had come close enough to be easy targets. Tumbling out of the way of several rounds of fire that streaked through the air where she had just been, Italia came up in a kneeling position, grabbing for a grenade that had been dropped there. Standing and spinning about she found herself face to face with...a rocket launcher?! Really! Wasn't that overkill? Just as she was about to pull the pin from the grenade and blow them all to bits the hulking form of Mal appeared in her sights. Grinning at the men with the launcher, Lia held up the grenade, pulled the pin and tossed it over all their heads into the wave of officers who were coming up behind the large man as he wrested the launcher from her would be attackers. Nodding once to Mal, she ducked slightly as the grenade went off sending bodies and body parts flying everywhere. By this time she was hearing the sounds of glass from above and the police were starting to swarm up behind them.

A rocket flew past her head by inches, ruffling her hair as it passed her and exploded into those behind her and Bane. Spinning away from the flurry of bolts, she fired several shots past Mal and into those who threatened to attack him from behind until he too made his way to cover. Hearing the bellowed warning, Lia ducked around the corner of the door she'd just reached and covered one ear and her eyes with an arm to keep herself from being completely dazed. The light barely reached her eyes and the ringing from the sound of the flashbang was dimmed since it only reached one ear. Reloading her blaster with another clip pulled from her belt (she had shoved several into it upon last reload), and popped out from her own cover just as Mal did, firing away at the mob of SWAT and Police as they tried to regain their bearings after the bombardment on their senses from the flashbang. Watching Mal dive behind a table and knock it over for cover, she ducked back behind her the corner of the door frame and searched around for Bane.

"GRENADE!"

The cry resounded through the men and Lia figured it was because of Mal. She still hadn't spotted Bane, but the auburn didn't have time to tarry on that thought. He would show up again soon enough...he had to. Spotting a grenade herself, she picked the object up, pulled the pin rounded the door and threw it into the horde of men who had just had a rock lobbed at them by Mal. Now thinking that the mandos were resorting to nothing but tossing rocks, they didn't even consider that this might be the real thing....until it exploded. By this time the 8 foot man had made it to where she was, his abdomen bleeding fairly badly. Her eyes darkened and she growled an affirmative and worked to help him up as best the smaller woman could. Lia had taken several blaster bolts herself, but nothing quite so bad as him...mainly just flesh wounds on her arms or legs as they singed past her when she darted out of the way. The sight of that injury simply fueled the already burning fire into a white hot fury.

We need to find Bane and make it to the back. when I say go, follow me.

Poking her head around the corner she saw something being tossed back at them.

Cover!

She snapped at Mal and ducked further into the room. The grenade had been a smoke grenade luckily enough, and she smirked. Idiots.

Go!

Darting out from her cover into the smoke, unloading clips at every movement she knew was an officer of some kind. As one came up out of the smoke, she spun about and kicked the man in the head, knocking the unsuspecting man into one of his partners who yelped in surprise giving away his location. Shooting them both, she was forced to leap and tuck herself into a roll to dodge the blaster fire that burnt through the space she had just inhabited. Rolling up into a standing position once again, she steadied her stance as she planted her feet and fired through the clearing smoke at the black and blues creating a fairly effective cover fire for the injured and less limber Mal to get through behind her to the next space of cover. Just then one of the blasters was booted from her grip and her arm was grabbed hold of by a large man. Cursing, she balanced lightly on her right leg and kicked at his knee with her left leg. As he shifted his stance to avoid the blow, she came 'round with her right hand, the butt of her blaster cracking the man hard against the skull before she brought her head back to head-butt him in the jaw. By this time he had let go of her left arm and she used that hand to pull back as she head butt him. Soon as she stood straight again, she put her full force into the motion of her arm, striking him solidly with the heel of her open palm in the chest and stopping his heart. This unfortunate event allowed other officers to gain ground on the mando woman and she was forced to pull back swiftly, firing what was left of the clip in her blaster at them. She didn't have the time to reload so as they charged at her, she reached around behind her to the three sets of beads with her left hand. Tugging at one of them, she pulled them off allowing them to scatter around her a thick lock of auburn hair flowing freely down her back as she flung the stiletto like blade into the head of one of the on coming officers.

Mal, a little help here if you're not to busy!...or find me an ammo clip, or another blaster, or just about anything would help right now...

She called over her shoulder as she pulled free another blade, sending beads scattering over the floor for the officers to slip on as she lept backward and sent another blade spinning toward the nearest SWAT member. Pulling the last blade free, she ignored the hair that flowed freely around her shoulders now as she flipped it into a back handed grip. Leaping backward again, she ducked under the blaster fire aimed at her and dove toward the cover she had been trying for. They were SO close to the back room now. Tumbling to a stop near Mal, she panted a bit as she searched around for a clip of ammo for her blaster, a grenade, anything that might help right about now.

They're tenacious...I'll give 'em that....

She panted as she finally found an clip and reloaded her blaster. Lia was really beginning to feel the injuries now, especially the bruise that was forming on her forearm from where she'd been held at bay by the man earlier.

Where the hell is Bane?!

She grunted as she pulled herself to her feet once again and glanced down the short measure of hall toward the door they were aiming for.

We need to get to that door...soon.

[Jace]

Explosions, blasters, and blood....the amalgam of them all ringing in Bane's ears and dominating his vision. This was not to say that it bothered him in any way, on the contrary, he was right where he should be. Bane leaned heavily against the wall, his breathing fast but gradually slowing down. Bane looked down at the floor, only to be looking at his face. His grizzled face was covered with blood, brain matter, and exhaustion. It was not just the adrenaline wearing off, but the years of battle catching up to him. He was tired, he had seen so many brothers fall while he persevered. Bane was no quitter though, but at the end of the day, he was still human. No....not human, he was Mandalorian. It was with that simple distinction that Bane felt energy slowly begin to creep back into him. He straightened himself out, his back no longer resting against the wall. He checked his blaster and pivoted, ready to make his way out of the doorway. Just as he took his first step, something rolled right in front of his feet.....

"Oh For F-"

His words were cut off as he dived backed into the room just as the grenade detonated. The explosion sent Bane flying bodily into the wall with a large thump. Before Bane could open his eyes, he heard high pitched ringing. Had he been in a better state, he would have automatically recognized it as an after affect of the explosion. His eyelids fluttered and then slowly opened. His vision was blurry, he realized he was laying on his side, and sat up..back propped against the wall. He realized something was obstructing his vision in his right eye. He pressed his right hand to his face and then pulled it away. There was a dark liquid covering his right hand, it was blood, his blood.

Before Bane could find the source of the blood, he heard footsteps, and watched as three officers entered the room. His right hand searched the floor next to him, but his blaster rifle was not there. Bane's hand flashed to his vest, grabbed a blade, and flung it into the first officer's neck. Bane then spun to the right, and pushed off the floor as he stood up fully. Both his hand went back over his head, grabbed one of his Katanas, and pulled it forward. He threw the Katana with such force that the katana impaled the officer to the wall. Bane then sprinted forward and leaped into the air towards the last officer. Bane stretched out his knee in the air and heard a sickening crack as it connected with the officers head.

Bane was already walking over to the impaled officer as the last one crumpled to the ground. His fingers grasped the hilt of the katana; there was a gushing sound as he pulled the blade out of the man's body. Bane picked up the man's fallen blaster rifle, and quickly grabbed extra ammunition from the others. He looked out of the room, the officers were still swarming down the hallways.

"Mal, Lia...If you haven't already, fall back to the Artifact room" he said as he keyed his comm.

Bane turned, fired a burst of shots down the hallway towards the officers, and was satisfied when he heard a few of them cry out. He then sprinted towards the final room at the end of the hallway.He entered the room, and suddenly a wave of dizziness hit him and he wavered.

I must have lost more blood than I thought he mused silently.

Bane quickly applied a field dressing to his forehead food. It wasn't fatal by any means but forehead wounds were notorious for bleeding a good deal. Bane also realized that there was a sharp pain in his chest. He figured he must have broken a rib or two, but he had been in much worse conditions. He reloaded his blaster after applying the dressing, waiting for Italia and Mal to show up.

[Dire Wolf]

Mal's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as he saw the grenade bounce off of the wall and land at his feet. He barely had time to mouth: “Ah Shi-,” when suddenly gray smoke erupted from both sides of the canister. The man could only smirk as his respect for his opponents hit an all time low. The smoke was barely turning from a mist to a fog when Mal slowly and painfully got up from his sitting position opposite of Lia. By the time that it settled into an pea-soup he was on his feet and moving out of the door as fast as he could, but Lia was already kicking dew-back and taking names... he backpedaled and began to open up on the crowd once again, with every “pop: of his rifle another man dropped... sometimes two. He ducked into cover just as Lia was being forced back by the mass of officers. He pulled out one of his blaster pistols and tossed it at Lia, making sure to bellow her name at the top of his lungs.

That was when he moved up to support Lia as she moved back towards the door. On his way towards her he ripped a quarter-inch pipe off of the wall, while this may not have been the smartest thing to do... considering that he had absolutely no clue what was in that pipe, it sure made a few of the men give a second thought to the whole “CHARGE” concept. Having an 8 foot tall behemoth charging you with a 5 foot long pipe usually did that to people. He said in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone, this would probably scare the defecation out of more than a few of Coruscant's finest.

“Its time you meet the monster.”

The large man smirked as he swung at the first man's neck, the man only crumpled to the ground when the pipe shattered his spine. The second man caught a ferocious swat of the club in the temple, turning the inside of his head into a mangled mess of brains and bone. Then a third man tried to get passed him, to Lia, the snarling hound that was Mal's anger refused to let a single being, corporeal or no, lay a hand on the woman. Mal reared his make-shift javelin up as he coiled his muscles in preparation to send the pipe hurtling through the air. The lancet flew on a surprisingly straight course as it ripped through the air and cut into the third man's chest.

The behemoth didn't wait a moment before he broke out in a run towards the now cooling cadaver. Upon reaching the corpse he yanked the spear out of the officer and used the momentum to bring the gory end crashing down onto a fourth man's head. He used the club to knocked the now dead man aside as he ran a fifth through with the shift of his weight. There were too many men, he had just killed five men in the span of about 5 seconds... at that rate it felt like it would take him all day to slay every being that stood against him here. He really needed to fall back to the artifact room with Lia... not only because now was the time for a final stand, but also because his wound was beginning to hurt. Alot. So he backpedaled, doing his best to narrowly juke and jive around the bolts of plasma that were now being fired at the two, when he was nearly to the door he coiled his muscles... again preparing to throw the spear.

To some he would look like he a primeval God ready to smite his enemies, and to others he may look like an ancient savage preparing to throw a spear into his quarry. That is what was going through some of the officer's mind as they saw Mal hurl the tube into them. The thing would have easily over-penetrated the sixth man if the seventh had not been so close behind, the two were skewered like a stuck pig.

He ducked into the room and noticed that Bane was fixing up a wound just above his eye.

“We're here, Bane, Lia is right behind me... I think.”

Mal's eyes grew large as he realised that she woas probably wanting him to give her some support. He instantly whipped around to the door and fired into the crowd, hoping that nothing happened to her in that brief second that he was behind the corner.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

No sooner had she stood once again than Mal tossed her one of his own blasters. Catching it deftly, the fiery woman stepped into the line of fire once again, allowing Mal to take an easier route backward down the hallway. Hearing the bending and snapping of metal, she didn't even need to look back as she ducked under Mal's charge forward with the makeshift spear. Coming up behind the pipe, a blaster shot stung her hand, making her drop one of the pistols. Hissing in partial pain and frustration, she cartwheeled under the swinging strike of the pipe as her hand gripped the pistol once again and she brought herself up once more. Backing down the hallway toward the door she let loose a new wave of blaster fire, aiming around Mal as best she could. Another massive swing of that pipe and Italia had to run up the wall to avoid being hit herself, flipping over the top of the pipe as well as the officer who had managed to get past the swing. His partner wasn't so lucky. As her muscles recoiled at the shock of the impact that her knees had just absorbed, the mando woman found herself face to face with the officer. In a flash of green and blood stained material, those heated blasters were raised to defend herself, but Mal was a step ahead. The young woman backpedaled as the pipe cut through the core of the officer, spattering the hallway, himself, and Italia with his blood.

Shaking it off Lia spun on her heel to face the direction of the scattered mass of officers still swarming down the hall toward them. As Mal reached her side, Italia flowed easily around him, her movements keeping her dancing just out of harms way before she flickered back into it once more. The pipe-javelin soared over her head from just behind her as she felt her back accidentally press against the front of Mal as she brought herself back another pace, her hair and motions adding the raging fire to that painted image. It would be the last thing several of those men would see before their mortal live were cut down by the red streaks of the blasters the huntress held. Five men screamed in agony before they fell never to rise again.

The mercenary and bounty hunter hadn't even noticed that Mal had moved from behind her as she lept backward once more, that inferno of hair flickering around her slightly with the motion. Just as she was ready to spring backward once again, her eyes caught on two officers who had taken up position behind a door frame she'd not noticed before. In near unison the men fired, their green bolts streaking toward the lithe mando before she could shift her stance enough to move out of the way. Italia let out a short cry of pain and frustration as one bolt cut along her right ribs and the other pierced her left shoulder. Her vision tunneled red on the two men and she barely realized she had fired until they both slumped to the floor. Just then the, by now, unmistakable sound of Mal's rifle, followed by the deaths of several of the officers. Relieved that she finally had some cover fire, the woman turned and bolted the short distance to the doorway, sliding through it just as another round of blaster fire came toward her.

Good to see you're still alive "old man"....."sir".

She teased Bane as she pressed herself against the wall and panted for a moment, reloading the clips in the blasters. Swooping down to pick up a rifle, she checked the charges and nodded.

Let them come...

Italia muttered, nodding to Bane and Mal in turn. It was time to make a final stand and leave a good pile of bodies as a burial mound.

[Jace]

(Just so there is no confusion, Zark will be posting after me)

Bane let out a quick sigh of relief as Mal and then Lia entered the room, but it was short lived. He knew they didn't have much time until they police made their final push. The bleeding on Bane's forehead had stopped but his chest still hurt like hell.This is where they would make their last stand; it was the holy of holys for a soldier. Bane's thoughts were quickly drawn back to the task at hand.

Ambria should have gotten the droid back to the Star by now

That thought was enough for Bane, his mission was complete. There was nothing in the mission parameters that stated that he needed to be alive. As a commanding officer, he knew all to well that soldiers were considered expendable on the battlefield. Many would think of this as an act of cruelty but Bane knew better. It was a soldiers greatest honor to give his life for a mission, death did not scare true soldiers, only failure.

Bane suddenly realized that most of the commotion had died down, he did not like that one bit. It meant that they were planning something, of that Bane had no doubt. So far the police had been reckless but never the less persistent.

"Mal, Italia...be on your guard" whispering a quiet warning.

Just as spoke his warning, an explosion rocked the room. Bane looked to the left to find the wall on the left side of the room blown open. He heard shouts and then police began pouring into the room through the newly created doorway. He heard shouts down the hallway of the main corridor, he knew they were coming. There were too many, even Bane knew when he was outnumbered. Bane never liked numbers anyways...

Bane drew his katanas, and defiantly roared a Mandalorian battle cry.

Bal kote, darasuum kote!

[10Tickler]

[ooc]That's it, I'm leaving you, I'm tired of these late nights waiting for you to come home. You're not my husband anymore, you're not the man I married (In otherwords, ya'll take tooooo long[/ooc]

Annoyance. Boredom, A freighter loaded with Crap in front of oneself. These factors are not Conducive to keeping a Woman entertained, especially when that woman's expertise would be better suited on the ground below, Fighting in the thick of things, leaving a trail of blood everywhere.

Another bad idea: Giving such a person a link to hear what's going on. Great in theory, then she'd know when to do anything, but for Celke Tarria? Torture. She wanted to be in the thick of it down there, Using her hands to cause mortal wounds on Morons in uniform, breaking necks and Causing unknowing Soldiers to crap their pants. It was death up here, but at the same time, it was time for some action.

Celke had had enough, and Suddenly, she switched her position, from a relaxed pose to one of Concentration. Switching on the Ship's intercom, she spoke to the troopers aboard her Hold. Boarding Stations boys, we're on the move! the Lavender-haired sociopath called out, grinning like a madwoman, which by all means she was. Gunning the engines on her ship, the Bonus Credit, she Brought the ship alongside of the Manure freighter, using the auto controls of her guns to Fire a Direct Broadside into the Bubbleholds on the side, sending Smoking, burning Feces spraying across space, and the Freighter on a Crash course with Corescant as she Powered Ahead further, coming alongside a larger ship.

Within a few, short moments, her Docking arms had attached to the larger cruiser, meant to keep the peace in the Space lanes of Coruscant, and in under a minute, Mandalorian Troopers were filling the hallways, sweeping through them and leaving a path of Chaos behind them, they would take the ship as theirs and cause more trouble...Celke would go on vacation, alone now, save for the Autopilot.

Reversing course, Chief Warrant Officer Celke Tarria left the Scene, powering away in her personal ship once more. Chaos, Panic, Dischord, her work was done here, and now she was going to relax, most likely on a seedy planet with a nice bar. Nar Shadaa sounded good, and programming the coordinates into the Navicomputer, she leaned back, enjoying the Jump into Hyperspace as the ship left the Planet's Gravity Well.

[Zarkan]

Arkanados Phelan Looked out the wind screen of the transport over ambria's shoulder as the full extent of the rest of the squad's danger became clear. Ark settled his mind before speaking. "Wait one hour after you arrive to the ghost if we don't appear before then, leave we'll find another way off world." It was a lie ark hoped the woman would believe in truth one hour they'd be dead. Ark turned and walked to the rear ramp of the transport with vigor he had lacked for nearly two hundred years. Punching the button to allow the rear ramp to open ark stood with a strange sense of tranquility while air whipped around him. With the ramp fully down ark took a moment to locate incoming swat van before leaping from the transport.

Square lights rushed past ark's form windows displayed his fall. With small shifts of his limbs ark managed to guide himself down onto the armored airspeed crunching two massive dents over the driver's cabin and driving the speeder into the ground. The ground rumbled as both the cyborg and the speeder cracked into the duracret. Ark stared out of dull red eyes as several light armed and armored patrol officers stumbled back from the display of force some even fell in their retreat fear, and shock plain on their faces. Ark was forced to wrench metal away from himself as he half stepped, half stumbled from the nearly unrecognizable speeder indeed if might even have been funny if it hadn't been such a clear show of the cyborgs strength. With a turn and a heft ark lifted the misshapen mass of the speeder above his head before throwing it into the ranks of officers turning to fire at him. Bodies tumbled through the air as the crushed speeder tumbled to the police ranks as the cooler headed ones on the fringes began peppering ark's shields with their blasters as he bowled men over as he unstopping crashed though their ranks using his immense arm's to club the few officers crazy enough to cross his path out of the way. As ark neared the steps he could see cops still swarming the entrance is a burst of straight rage he hefted a police cruisers above his head. Heaving Arks trew the cruiser into the mob of cops at the entrench sending glass and stone flying before he charged in after it.

[Mara]

As the transport approached the museum, Ambria could see that she was right in disobeying, at least in her mind. There were police swarming all over the museum, and she couldn't see any of the other members of her team. They had to be still alive; otherwise the police wouldn't be active still. But they wouldn't be out of the woods yet. Probably the reason Ark had wanted to return. He had somehow known they would need him.

Ambria set her jaw as the hulking machine relayed his instructions to her. She was Mando, and she wouldn't shed any tears. She was here to do her duty to the Mando cause. The basilisk droid was more important than a few lives, though she really believe it to be opposite. Something she would never voice out loud if she wanted to live. Still looking out the viewscreen at the obvious carnage strewn around the museum, she nodded her assent to the cyborg commander. Yes, she would return to the Star, deliver her cargo and her message to the others there. She wouldn't like it, but she would do it.

With some optimism, she shouted back at him before he departed, "I'll see you in a few minutes. Bring the worst wounded right to me." Hopefully I can save them, she belated thought. If there's anything left to save... Ambria immediately regretted saying anything. Obviously Ark would bring them all back to the Star, alive or not. She didn't have to tell him that. The dark-skinned woman just tried to think positively and resigned herself to believing that the best would come out of this. It just had to. She wouldn't allow her first mission with the spec ops to end up this way. Both a success and a failure. No, it had to be a double success. Ambria wouldn't accept anything else, even if she got herself discharged from the army in the process.

Making sure the ramp closed back up and the basilisk was safe, Ambria turned the transport around, heading back to where the Ghost Star was sitting without a second glance. She turned her mind away from what was surely going on at the museum and put all her faith in the cyborg. He was doing his job, and now it would be time for her to do hers. Mentally, she went over a checklist of the things she had in her medpack back at the Star, trying to remember whether Italia's ship had a medbay or some medical facilities at least.

Lost in her thoughts, she almost missed the spaceport entirely and swerved out of her traffic lane heading down, glad that she couldn't hear the shouts of the angry drivers she had almost hit. She quickly located the other ship and piloted the transport over to it, landing with the rear cargo hold facing that of the Star for easy moving from the one to the other. Ambria shut down all non-required systems and sat in her seat a moment, gathering her emotions. Keeping a stony face was much easier inside a helmet...

She gathered up her things and departed the transport, heading to the other ship to help Itani with the unloading. Then, she needed to gather her medical supplies together. Supplies she was sure she would need, hoped she would need.

[Dire Wolf]

Rage. Fury. Wrath. They quickly filled Mal's heart as he heard the pained cry of Lia rip at his ears. Once again, the furious man began to unleash his rifle on the gaggle with a mighty roar. Only this time he wouldn't be pointing at their chest... but rather their abdomen. He would be sure that the men who stood before him would die slow and painful deaths, their innards little more than slush as the darkness slowly creeps around their vision. Mal would have smiled at the thought, if he could smile, or even really think for that matter. The leviathan of a man quickly fell into a blood lust, he was now the thing that those men back on his home world molded him to be: A killing machine, nothing more.

The behemoth flung himself around the corner to fire once more, but the weapon only responded with the thrum of the electro-magnets as they depleted their charge, throwing nothing but air at the coming horde. With a scoff he let his massive rifle drop until it was caught by the massive belt of cloth that was wrapped around his shoulder. His face scrunched with anger as he dove out of the door way, narrowly missing a few blaster bolts, and grabbed for his pistol, but it was in Lia's hands at that moment. Then his hand shot for the knife... the very knife that he threw at the guard, Mal's face contorted with rage as he realized that he was now without a tooth, and his bare hands could go far... but not nearly as far as a knife or blaster could take him.

His bright blue eyes shifted across the room quickly, looking for something that he could use as a weapon, until finally something caught his eye. The man lunged forward and grabbed a rather heavy half-sized statuette of a scantily clad woman by the legs and ripped it out of place. It seemed like the second that he took his new (and shiny) naked woman bludgeon off of its mantle the wall imploded and Bane let out a defiant cry in Mandalorian. Mal was about to rush forth with his comrade when he saw the first of the crowd enter the room.

Without a thought Malak clotheslined the first man to enter their last bastion, he could hear the crunch of the hapless fool's bones and the thump of his corpse slamming into the ground like a sack of sugar. The flurry of swings, swipes, and strikes from then on where a blur to the man, but one thing was for sure: Not a single man entered the room from there alive, and the few that did were far to broken to do anything more than bleed out. Then he heard the loud crash of metal, glass, and stone as it was... hurled into something? What else could those blues be sending after them? He shook of the thought as he slammed the statue into the head of an officer, making him fall to the ground like a limp strip of bacon.

Let it come. He would slay it just like he slew all of its comrades: Quickly and without remorse.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

Oya!

Italia cried in reply to Bane's rally. As the wall had exploded, she watched Mal kill the first living beings to cross his path...but she didn't have time to notice anything else, nor did she care. Lifting the rifle, she pressed it tightly to her shoulder and sent the first bolts searing toward the men who had come charging into the room, striking two in the chest and the third in the head. Unleashing rounds as fast as the weapon would allow, she cut a path for Bane into the mob of officers. To her left Mal was still using his busty beauty to bash every living being's head in...and then the building sounded as if it were cracking and splintering apart.

The chiming of broken glass hitting the floor, the patter of bits of crumbled stone as they rained down, the mournful moaning of metal twisting in on itself...all of these reached her ears over the cries of pain as death came on swift wings for many of those facing the mandos in their final glorious stand. Lia fired again, the trigger clicking but no bolt being emitted. The clip was exhausted. Swiftly grabbing the blasters from her belt, she allowed the rifle to hang from her shoulder...it would be used later no doubt. Bane could no longer be seen though the mass of bodies except for the occasional flash of metal and blood. As the officers pressed in closer around her and the clips of her blasters emptied themselves, the huntress managed to holster the weapons as she shouldered into the man that had come a bit too close for comfort.

Pulling the rifle from around her shoulders, she cracked the skull of the nearest person open with the butt of it, sending blood spattering everywhere as the man staggered backward into his companions. The green and brown clad woman charged at the staggering man, shoving the blunt end of her makeshift bludgeon up into his diaphragm and knocking those behind him back further setting them all off balance. She'd backed them into a corner by now, and the auburn spun, her hair flying about her as her foot connected...with a satisfying crunch...with the ribs of one of the men who she'd managed to send staggering backward. This sent the whole mob of them tripping and falling over themselves in a mass on the ground, and like a wildcat she pounced. It didn't take her long to beat the men to death...a good hit to the temple or the nose was enough...and she was rounding on the next wave of uniforms headed her direction.

Blaster bolts peppered the air around her, burning across her clothing and skin. The pain only served to enrage, strengthen, and swiften the ardent warrior. Somewhere behind her Mal was still serving as a blockade for the door they had come through, and elsewhere in the mob she could hear the sound of Bane's blades cutting through his enemies with the swish of air and and ring of metal or the wet sounds of cutting flesh and bone. Around her the mob pressed, rank on rank, as she she shrugged off their attempts to get at her. Finally one of them managed to wrest the bloody rifle from her and ripping the skin of her right hand's ring finger to the bone. Roaring in pain and cursing this new turn of events, Italia rolled to the side and out of the way of the man who now aimed to use the rifle against her. Coming to a stop on her left knee, she gripped her hand for a moment and snarled at the officers who closed in around her.

Bad idea boys.

She growled, bringing the men to a halt in their surprise at her words.

You ever cornered a wounded animal? Yeah...that animal is me.

With that, the gore and blood spattered woman hurled herself into the group of officers with a primal speed fueled by her pain. Caught off guard by the kamikaze move, several of the men were bowled over, their heads hitting the stone floor with sickening cracks followed by the seeping of blood from their skulls. Skidding to a stop beside the broken and cracked pedestal of one of the Republic's most prized artifacts, she booted it in the direction of another oncoming group of officers, sending it hurling at them so they were forced to scatter out of the way and regroup. Holding her injured, and now useless, hand to her chest, Lia brought her elbow hard into the chest of the man who'd run at her. Another round of blaster fire cut into her leg and she was downed, several men leaping at her to pin the mando down before she could regain her feet. As her head hit the floor, right arm pinned beneath her, her other arm being wrenched behind her back, she struggled against the officers who threatened to take her captive.

No...this isn't how it should be! At least let me die with my honor intact!

Curling her knees under her as best she could, she pushed back against those who would keep her down. She was mando'ade! She would never be kept down! She would die first! If they wouldn't kill her by choice, she'd make them!