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Kuhblam
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Jul 12, 2010 17:25:18 GMT -5
Post by Kuhblam on Jul 12, 2010 17:25:18 GMT -5
"I'm not a fan of your religion or your expertise. But everyone's counting on you. Don't let us down."
His hears catching the cold statement as the trooper bounded over his cover, firing several crimson blaster bolts as he moved away. Nodding in utter silence, Ryke deflected two more shots before motioning to several troopers to follow the path he took. "I will move ahead. You will know how to follow me." The force aiding his abilities, Ryke's robed persona jetted off through the forest, nothing but a blur as the Ithorian rebels failed to keep up and track him. Behind him, the troopers who were following him made good use of his distraction, gunning down numerous rebels as they strafed in his direction.
His legs and feet as swift as an agile Nexu following it's prey, Ryke's body barely touched the surface of the forest floor as the darkened smoke from the other transport became visible. The yellow-blade he held in his hand slashed at different trees, leaving a visible cooky crumb for the soldiers. Ryke's persona soon came into a small clearing inside the massive forest, where half the transport had slammed through trees and had come to rest in turn against another massive tree. Light-saber in hand, Ryke came to a stop as he observed blaster fire coming to and from the ship, albeit much less than the thunderstorm that had taken place at his own transport. What worried him, however, became clearly evident when he observed a piece of wreckage fall from above followed by screams for help. Looking up, Ryke's eyes widened from underneath his hood as a large piece of the ship lurched violently, held up only by the stress-filled branches of the forest tree-line.
By the Force that's the...
Not even able to complete a thought, Ryke quickly put his light-saber as the cockpit lurched once again. Behind him, the voices of the men following him grew louder as they saw him looking skywards. The cockpit lurched again, startling Ryke; inside, he could sense the terror from the two pilots inside, who had evidently not died in the crash-landing. Ryke's mind completely ignored the blaster fire around him; the massiveness of the cockpit was too large for any Jedi.
Concentrate! If Master D'ahn was here, he'd be ashamed of your current thoughts!
Pulling his inner mind back into gear, Ryke dug in with his field boots as the forest floor continued to be torn apart around him with near continuous blaster bolts, as the troopers behind him engaged the Ithorian rebels in front. In the center, Ryke's robed figure pulsated with Force power and the sweat of his brow near turned into a gravitated water-fall, his eyes squinting beneath his hood as the cockpit finally broke free from it's cradle at altitude and went spiraling downwards towards Ryke, hell-bent on crushing him into a pulp. Inside, Ryke could feel the sheer terror of it's occupants as the cockpit gained momentum.
I sure as hell hope Beole followed me here, or this is gonna be a real short rescue!
His hands forming into fists and then releasing their tension again, Ryke concentrated all of his power into slowing the fall of the cockpit, his entire body nearing a safety shut-down as he surged and struggled to stop the cockpit from slowing down. Around him, the fire seemingly stopped and went into negative crescendo for a second as everyone turned to watch the single robed figure attempting to stop the cockpit. The Force flowed through Ryke's body, and he sent it slamming into the cockpit, hellbent on stalling it just short of the ground.
His eyes closing, Ryke focused his power one last time and sent everything he had into stalling the cockpit. His body came down to one knee bended on the ground and threatening to break, and sweat drenched Ryke's face. His eyes opened again against their own free will, and Ryke could almost see the faces of the pilots as they stared wide-eyed into his. The cock-pit had stopped directly on top of him, as if, ironically, an invisible force had stalled it's downward advance. Staring in dis-belief, Ryke struggled to keep from laughing in sheer joy and happiness and he slowly channeled the Force and put down the cockpit, his arms trembling with all his might. The sheered off cockpit finally rested on the forest floor with a halt and a heavy thud! The pilots inside had their jaws dropped, as did an exhausted Ryke, who, still on one knee, fell on his back as he felt drained of the Force, all of his physical energy exhausted in concentrating on the task at hand all the while ignoring blaster fire.
His chest rising up and down ever so slightly like coil of a drill, Ryke barely managed to get back up before he returned to reality and a single blaster bolt slammed into his shoulder, sending him sprawling into a tree behind him as Ryke's face grimaced in pain and he pushed himself back up with a hand over the wound, his fingers covered in his own blood.
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Arruna
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Jul 14, 2010 12:19:13 GMT -5
Post by Arruna on Jul 14, 2010 12:19:13 GMT -5
Let's go then, to sat foot in the forest get a meaning, they were in the territory of the foe, and strolling around there was great cockiness. To represent the low and justice in such a place was honor, but just do not to forget a risk of it. Surrounded by the rebels one thing came clear by now, they couldn't let themselves to fall apart, so everybody had to watch the others' backs. Her wide open eyes, just partly moved from one direction to another, she mostly focused at their location to find out where exactly they were. Recalling her memories, the blue one remembered a short journey which was good, because every minute in the sky could be a hour on the face of the land. Fortunately, Mother Nature's hair was dense enough, so the game of 'hide and seek' could take a while. It was a non-stop playing, someone was always watching, seeking for fish to catch, or even aiming. A long bolt, a spark at the helmet of a trooper and he was fallen on the ground to remain motionless. Only an rash idea was when she picked up his gun from next to him and started running, causing to be a harder moving target. Then suddenly she vanished behind a thick tree, there turning back she noticed the side of the helmet that had been hit. It didn't take long to figure that out the shot came from the opposite direction. Chadorhi took a glance at her fellows and attempt to mapping the location of the sniper. "Take cover everyone!" Placing her new weapon to her hands, she laid down to continue her trip by crawling. Small bushed given some shelter, but the real thing was to get away from that tree where they last spotted her. After it was done behind a small bush she was lurking at the bad guys who dared to badger her. Nalan was ready to fire, but first she had to calm down, aiming and when the target was clear to shoot. Her hands usually didn't tremble and she could clear her mind for a short time, that made her a good shooter, but neither she did know much about weapons nor she was a great close combat fighter. After giving back the gift she tried to catch up with the others, approaching them as much as it was possible. Taking cover wherever she felt it usefulness, then she had to run, even with injured leg. Pain wasn't match for the excitement and stress, the fact they got to get to their friends was to regroup and to play this chess party, and it was better to take double step in one round now before the numerical superiority came closer.
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Sir Aaron
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Jul 15, 2010 21:16:32 GMT -5
Post by Sir Aaron on Jul 15, 2010 21:16:32 GMT -5
As soon as fellow Jedi, Ryke, informed the group he was going to move ahead, that was Vince’s queue. He brought his attention from the rebels to Ryke, following in suite, using the Force to slightly increase his speed. He watched over his shoulder as soldiers trailed not far behind, taking opportunities to take down a few of the rebels, caught off guard by the fleeing Jedi. Few shots hit trees in the Jedi’s general direction but the rebel’s sharpshooting skills were far too slow compared to the burst of speed the Force offered.
The source of the smoke, in the near distance, came into sight as they approached the other fallen transport. The two Jedi came into a clearing, where soldiers soon filed in one by one. Over-head, the fallen transport was caught by the trees, where the trees had managed to hold the weight of the transport, though they were obviously ready to give way to the great bulk. He could feel the feelings of those inside, they were definitely horrified, knowing their current predicament was the difference between finishing the mission or having their loved ones informed of their unfortunate demise. Shouts erupted from the ship as jerked forward, branches of the tree seemed to whine as their limits were tested and they began to snap.
Fellow Jedi Knight Ryke seemed to be slightly panic stricken, as was Vince. The ship was way too huge for them to handle using the Force, at least for them alone. Pushing all thoughts of negativity away for the time being, Vince began to focus on matters right now. They were going to have to give it their all, it was their duty after all! Plus the idea of leaving so many to the slaughter was far too cruel for any being to do.
When Ryke dug his boots into the ground, Vince also braced himself, digging in with his metal feet and preparing for what was to come. By now, the rebels seemed to have gained their bearings and followed the trail of downed flora leading to their opening and blasters bolts filled the air, the soldiers returned fire though, holding them at bay for the time being. Things were getting real ugly real fast. Vince held his arms up, his hands and arms hidden by his long sleeves, he slowly lowered his head. He heard the snapping of the branches as they gave way and the ship came spiraling down, the occupants of the ship grew mortified.
Vince could feel the Force pulsating from him and Ryke as they used all their might to keep the ship at bay and prevent it from tumbling down to the earth at such a high velocity. Slowly the ship began to descend, and the use of the Force was beginning to put a stress on his body. Out of the corner of his vision, he watched as Ryke fell to one knee, all most kneeling down now. Eventually the Jedi Knight had looked up and realized the ship was floating mere inches above his head, they had just barely stopped it from crushing him and killing the occupants inside! Finally, the ship was eased onto the ground and the occupants now safe for the time being. But instantly, fighting seemed to start up again, blasters scorching the surrounding trees. Vince walked over to Ryke and he looked down at the other Jedi, he had definitely over-exerted himself doing that, which it had taken a wear of Vince as well. But before anything could be said between the two, a stray blaster bolt hit Ryke and propelled him backwards into a tree, blood seeping from the wound. Vince covered the distance in a few short steps and he kneeled down, looking at the wound.
“Are you all right, Ryke?” Vince asked quickly, he tried to keep his voice calm.
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Jul 15, 2010 23:08:43 GMT -5
Post by kozeph on Jul 15, 2010 23:08:43 GMT -5
Bryn pressed his body against a fallen log, he occasionally got up and shot the Ithorians that where the sight of his gun. The battle was now completely chaotic, the lines that separated both sides had been blurred and both sides mingled with each other. Currently only one private was next to the lieutenant, the armor of the soldier was dirty and muddy and despite the noise of the battle Bryn could hear the heavy breathing the soldier was making behind the helm that hid his face, even if the lieutenant did not see the man face he could tell his moral was breaking, Bryn could not afford to lose a soldier like that ''Don't worry trooper will make it out, I've been through worse this hammerheads will not defeat the republic or us'' said Bryn Dremmor, the son of a renown military family and the model soldier used for the recruiting postings and videos, the republic had make the lieutenant a fake hero, for the population. The rare times Bryn was allowed to take part of the action he did his best to fulfill the role given to him by the republic, perhaps he stills wasn't a hero, but he will some day he'll be one and it was about time he began acting like one.
The lieutenant stood up, pointing his weapon at a Ithorian rebel who had gotten careless, and Bryn pulled the trigger of his weapon and the three shots he fired took out the rebel. ''Come on soldier we have a mission to accomplish'' he saw that the spirit of the young trooper had risen and that was enough for Dremmor. The pair went from tree to tree slowly clearing the way of Ithorians, looking to hook up with the rest squad, fallowing the light of the laser that traveled through the forest. The battle was such a mess that without figuring it out the lieutenant and the soldier where behind several enemy positions, even stumbled in a machine nest. The pair quickly disposed of the occupants of the nest and took the heavy repeater that sat there, lieutenant Dremmor took the weapon, he could see several groups of rebels that were keeping the republic forces pin downed, far away Bryn could see the armor of the private with the blue Armour who was bravely pushing through the battlefield and the little figure of the pilot he had rescued from the pilot codpit. The lieutenant saw how a sniper shotted down a soldier, who died from the head shot instantly. In raged Bryn pulled the trigger of the heavy laser riffle, the rain of blaster fire took out by surprise most of the Ithorians who scrambled to cover as several fell to the onslaught that came from behind their positions.
The battle honed senses of Bryn noticed something amiss, he stopped firing and went to grab his riffle, but it was to late a Ithorian had manage to sneak up to his position, the rebel fired on the lieutenant and the soldier, several shots hit the trooper killing him, while only one hit Bryn, straight in his left shoulder. He was sent flying to the ground, he fell straight to the mud and the head of the lieutenant was staring into the floor It hurts... it hurts... it hurts was all Bryn was thinking, but his stubborn side prevent him from moving and alerting the Ithorian he was alive. The rebel kicked the body the lieutenant who sprang into action. In one swift motion he pushed the riffle of the surprised ithorian away with his leg, and proceeded to drawn his blaster pistol took a shot at the rebel, killing him as the blast hit the creature straight into the big hammer like head of the rebel.
Bryn dragged himself to a sitting position and rested his back against the side of a tree, he removed his helmet and kept his blaster pistol ready to fire on any retreating Ithorian who managed to stumble in his way.
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Jul 17, 2010 12:57:15 GMT -5
Post by Zoned7EDU on Jul 17, 2010 12:57:15 GMT -5
Bryn had been shot. He had dragged himself to a nearby tree, obviously stunned and hit by the shot. Rebels were still in the area, but were slowly being pushed back. After defeated this collection of rebels, they would need to move to support the two Jedi. Rebels began running back yet again, this time, fully retreating into the back area of the forest. A single rebel started running past when he saw Bryn lying there. He turned, raised his rifle and clicked the trigger to kill the war hero.
It was then that a blue flash jumped from behind the trees. A trooper with blue markings tackled the rebel down, and started pummeling him, punching him repeatedly in the face. The rebel tried to struggle, but was beaten severely, soon, lying dead where he once stood. In another brutal move, Ardeos flew to the left after getting off the rebel, crashing into another, quickly killing this one by shooting him with his own pistol. Several other troopers rejoined with Ardeos, firing and killing the rebels that retreated.
Ardeos turned, grabbed his rifle, and fired several shots at the rebels, downing a few in the process. He inched his way towards Bryn and then offered his hand. "Don't go quitting on us yet, Sir." Ardeos smiled blandly, his face covered in dirt and grime. He usually hated combat, but today, he was rather attuned to it. The retreating rebels were quickly killed, and it was obvious the Republic had won this small battle. Now, they would have to go support the Jedi and flank the rebels there.
A few miles away, along a forest clearing, 2 medium sized ships fly throughout the air. They can be seen from where the men are now, but not close enough to be engaged. The ships flew close to the treeline, and it was unknown if they were on the Republic side or not. Ardeos hoped they were to be rescued.
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Kuhblam
I've got two guns, one for each of ya'.
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Jul 20, 2010 18:46:37 GMT -5
Post by Kuhblam on Jul 20, 2010 18:46:37 GMT -5
(OOC: Sorry for the short post again, guys, don't wanna write right now. Btw, randomly inserting ninjas with vibro-weapons.)
“Are you all right, Ryke?”
Ryke's hooded face nodded silently in a mixed grimace of pain and irritation as he ripped off a piece of cloth from his tattered robes and proceeded to tie off the wound and prevent any further major blood loss. Pushing himself back up the tree and staggering to ignite his light-saber, Ryke grinned as a bright yellow-blade emitted from it's end with a heavy burning light. Turning his head, he sensed and deflected away two blaster bolts as members of the second transport's other half in the wooded clearing hoofed towards the cockpit directly in front of him, a giant hulk of metal completely out of place in the Ithorian wilderness.
His light-saber became a flash and blur as he deflected two more shots amidst the shoot-out. However, an instinct and his connection to the Force shot out in tendrils to the area behind him, and he instinctively back-flipped a black-armored warrior armed with a vibro-axe and marked with what could only be the guerrilla insignia of the rebels swung for where he had been only seconds before, slicing through empty air in a surprised manner as his darkened blast helmet (OOC: Think Deathstar Helmet) swiveled like a turret on a tripod looking for targets. Landing behind his assailant, Ryke's light-saber flurried as he sliced through the rebel's neck, cleanly decapitating him and ending the threat as more of the melee-oriented rebels made acrobatic jumps off of passing speeder weaving their way through the Ithorian woods.
What is this joke? They send sword-wielding maniacs after Jedi and Republic Special Forces
His light-saber flashing and swinging as he twirled it in his right hand in figure-eights, Ryke attacked his next assailant, who charged him with a force-pike hoping to impale and incapacitate Ryke. Sending a force blast towards the rebel, Ryke's attack sent the rebel sprawling into a large piece of broken wood jutting from a fractured tree, spiking him through the chest and sending blood spurting from his body armored chest in a shower of guts.
His head quickly turned to one of the survivors, a Sergeant, who found himself alongst other survivors in a vicious melee battle while fighting ranged combatants in an exchange of blaster fire.
"Sergeant! Form a perimeter around the wounded and get them out of here the way we came! I and Knight Beole will hold off any more attackers who pursue you!"
The Sergeant, de-helmeted with a bloody gash across his left cheek, nodded in hurried agreement as he pummeled a black armored rebel's head in with a small rock before shoving his vibro-blade into his throat, ending the guerrilla's threat before being tossed a blaster rifle by Ryke, who had no use for such an ugly tool. Brutish weapons.
Another powerful force blast from Ryke sent an axe-wielding Ithorian into two other sword rebels, sending the less than cordial trio into a spiral as they landed against respective, thick-trunked trees. His eyes turned again briefly to the soldiers, who were fighting their way out through the throngs of blaster fire coupled with the continued presence of the maniacs continuously charging Ryke and Vincent.
His light-saber slashing through soldier after soldier, he soon came to face a large Arkanian, evident by the silver hair and large stature of his persona. His armor was marked with a Mythosaur symbol reminiscent of the Mandalorians, and when Ryke's weapon connected with his, Ryke could only conclude that it was made of Beskar and thus impervious to light-saber penetration and cutting. However, instead of a lengthy duel amongst the forest, Ryke instinctively aimed for the joint where his armored hand was not covered or connected with his arm. Sliding his light-saber down the sword's blade in a parry, Ryke slashed through Arkanian's hand before stabbing him through the stomach and dropping him to the forest floor. A third time, his gaze wandered to the fleeing group of soldiers.
We need to hold out until they're gone. Then we can draw them away before moving to the rendezvous point.
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Arruna
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Jul 21, 2010 14:56:59 GMT -5
Post by Arruna on Jul 21, 2010 14:56:59 GMT -5
Some voices of movements passed the woods, were getting even more quite, one rather believed that the area was clear. Only her instinct didn't let her have a rest, alarmed that someone, somewhere was keeping an eye at her blue head. Lying on ground she dared took look out of the bush, seeing nothing, but the vegetation she turned to the nearest tree. Chadorhi wasn't the best in crawling, especially, though this time she felt uneasy being separated from the others, so she was crawling a few yard and another few just in case, before standing up. Thanks for the good medical treatment she could walk quite well, it was the running what made her worry a bit. Hiding behind each old tree her emotions changed very quickly. To carry a normal sized gun was uncomfortable, poor fellow who just dropped it had no need of it any longer. Aiming with it took both hands what she couldn't afford right now, she was pretty good with her pistol, soon her own weapon came to hand and she let the gun hanging on her shoulder. It was silent, very tense after those shootings as if the natural peace returned into the land of trees. Her clear blue eyes cautiously went through the surrounding area, it was calm. Only she couldn't find calmness in this hour, still remembering which direction she headed, so she continued her way there. When... "Arrggghh!" ... a blaster bolt hit, a sparkling light close to her, just close enough to made her found herself on the grass floor. The falling wasn't big deal, but realizing that she scared and someone was running toward her wasn't a pleasant moment. A second and she stood on foot with empty hands. Where was the pistol? Right there in front of her, and the blaster somewhere ... somewhere ... else where. It was mind blowing that she lost both just when she started believing in nature peace, and fairy tells. To pick up one of them would took a moment, but for the bolts it took even less to reach her. She was shoot around as she was screaming, running like hell behind a tree. Pressing her back against the side of the tree she was deeply gasping, barely with toast behind. A greedy glance of her found her lost pistol when she slightly looked out, but then again a small firework appeared where she turned her head. It seemed there was no escape, except ... the next tree covered by her current hideout, just six steps away. Before even she could think her legs begun to run, ignoring her brain's excuses, but this time not shoot appeared. Perhaps the hunter was hiding or did not see her running. Just before she reached her beloved tree a bolt hit that plant in front of her. Voice of footsteps came closer to her, Chadori slowly turned around and a gun pointing at her risen. Another scream left her little mouth and went behind her shelter, she heard a laughter. Feeling that her hearth almost jumped out from her she was trembling, footsteps again, but this time they were in hurry. The guy followed the blue one who suddenly come out of the other side of the tree with a rock in her hand, tossing it at his helmet. For a knock-knock joke it was hard, but it was rather a joke than a solution. So the time of the Stun baton came and she gracefully leapt herself at guy, like a cat when she plays with the mouse. Pressing the stick at the helmet a kiss of electro shock knock out the fellow. With satisfaction on her face she sat foot on him as if a beast hunted down the hunter this time. Soon she collected her stuff and appeared at the crashed ship where two jedi were playing the rabels. One of them made a small slaughter. With her pistol she aimed at a rebel and pulled the trigger, the Ithorian fallen. "Where are the others and the lieutenant, Jedi?"
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Jul 23, 2010 23:04:26 GMT -5
Post by kozeph on Jul 23, 2010 23:04:26 GMT -5
{sorry Aaron tried waiting for ya, but seems you have real life to attend to } Bryn lifted he's only working arm and shot a Ithorian who passed by next to him unaware that the lieutenant sat next to the trunk of a old fallen tree. The rebel died at once, but another came just behind that one and the lieutenant had no time to aim and shot the Ithorian down, by sheer luck a blue rage appeared out of nowhere, it was the first private..Ardeos if he remembered right, the trooper dressed in blue fell on top of the rebel and killed the poor creature with his bare hands, then killed a couple of rebels that came from the foliage. The remains of the squad stood there, no more than six soldiers.. The pilot was gone thought the lieutenant, as the private in blue kneeled in to help Bryn get up "Don't go quitting on us yet, Sir." said the trooper while smiling. ''argh... I dont plan to end my career so soon'' no hint of humour in his voice, as he was helped up, he could still fight using he's blaster pistol. "looks like we are win..." Bryn tried to say but a couple of transports flew pass them, the lieutenant thought of opening a com signal, but chances were more in those ships being under rebel control. ''Come on, lets go save the Jedi before they get themself over their head'' he said smirking at the other soldiers. On the way to the other crashed site, the squad found little resistance, only in the clearing did they found the Jedi, and a couple of troopers sorrounded by rebels and some even carried vibroweapons, the fools charged at the Jedi but soon found their deaths. The lieutenant spotted the Twi'lek pilot killing a rebel, good she is alive thought Bryn as he aimed his blaster pistol and shouted "Lets save our brothers!" he began firing with the squad having his back and kneeled next to the brave pilot and with a grim face he said ''glad to see you maded"
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