Corridor BC-2, Deck 2
Zxyl leaned his armored form around the corner of the Arx Capital Exchange space station’s corridor, firing three shots in rapid succession from the Dur-24 Wrist Laser built into his left vambrace. The vambrace’s main offensive weapon sent crimson bolts of superheated plasma careening down the hallway at flank speed, with the Proconsul of Taldryan quickly flipping back around the corner for cover… A split second after the final blast left his wrist, Venzos flipped back around the corner. The newest Taldrya was seeing immense resistance inside Mattock Station as he and the Principate representatives slowly inched their way throughout the shipyard.
The group was pinned down, stuck in an access corridor with no-where to go. Both sides of the hallway they were currently in had collapsed due to intense physical damage, leaving only a small nook and corner for the Mandalorian and members of the Principate to shield themselves with. Nearly all of the Severian Principate representatives’ own accompanying security forces had been wiped out, eliminated by the Collective forces swarming the station. The ones who were still alive were getting more and more frightened about the grim reality of their own fate.
Once blaster fire had been returned down at the end of their corridor, Zxyl leaned out again to fire off a couple more shots from his Mandalorian vambrace. He loved these multi-function weapons. As he did so a bolt of plasma fired from the enemy combatants grazed the body glove of his left bicep below the shoulder pauldron, creating a cauterized channel of burnt flesh that crossed his arm horizontally. His nervous system immediately sent flashes of pain up from the wound into his brain, the tendons and nerves in Venzos’ bicep spasming as another level of adrenaline kicked in and his teeth clamped together hard.
“Ack!” the Mercenary cringed as the channel where his flesh had once been smoked slightly. He still managed to let off a couple shots, swiftly twisting back around the corner to avoid any more incoming fire his way. Immediately after, a small group of Liberation Front soldiers began to push forward down the corridor - soles clanking against the metal floor of Mattock Station.
“Zxyl, come in,” requested Vodo Biask Taldrya over the comm-channel, “We’re nearing your position, but there’s heavy resistance between us. Is there a way for you to move away from your current position?” The Mandalorian looked down at his right vambrace for a moment, before shaking his head at the current situation.
“No,” replied the Mandalorian as he tapped on the screen of his right vambrace, activating the microphone on his comlink, “They have us pinned in a corridor, with no way out except through them.”
“Very well,” came Vodo’s cold voice over the earpiece, “Then we go through them. On the count of three, we’ll all flank them.” Zxyl nodded to himself, and reached down to remove his custom crossguard lightsaber Valyr from his left hip. Placing his right hand on the upper portion of the grip and left on the lower, he waited patiently as the more elder Taldrya began his countdown.
The footsteps continued to get louder as the armored Zabrak-Human half-breed prepared to step out. Once the word three filled his earpiece, the Mandalorian gripped his spoonbender weapon tight to trip the pressure sensor in the hilt and activate the brilliant sun-yellow blade. With a double snap-hiss the weapon burst to life, the main unstable blade activating a split second before the two crossguards. Venzos brought the weapon above his head before stepping clear of the corner’s safe enclosure and out into the open, swinging it back down directly towards a Collective soldier.
The poor soul who was first in the advancing party lost an arm, screaming out in pain momentarily before that was silenced from the loss of his head. Two of the Principate’s remaining three guards stepped out with the Proconsul, having grown a set in this do-or-die moment. Blaster fire erupted on both ends of the corridor as the Ektrosian combatants advanced on their position, the group’s lightsabers swinging wildly and cutting through the Collective forces between them. The Mandalorian pushed forward, even with his injured arm tingling and searing at the damaged bicep.
As the Principate representatives cowered behind the safety of the corner, it did not take long for the Collective force centered between Zxyl’s group and the Ektrosian search party to be dispatched now that they were being flanked on either side, many going down with a brilliant show of fight. The two guards that had stepped out into the conflict with Venzos didn’t make it, removed from the plane of the living by Collective blaster fire.
The Corsair and Aedile of Ektrosis, Appius Wight, reached the final target at the same time. The two nodded at each other from either side, the Collective soldier realizing his time was at an end. As both of their lightsabers pierced the body of the final combatant he was rendered limp, slumping sideways to the floor like a sack of stones.
The reunited group of Taldryanites relaxed for a moment, before the Severian entourage exited their hole of safety and proceeded over.
“Our forces are en -route and will be here soon,” stated the head representative matter-of-factly. There was a hint of annoyance in his voice, as if the Brotherhood forces were somehow in immense fault over the appearance of The Collective at Arx. Not that they weren’t.
“Oh, so you’re good then?” Zxyl asked sarcastically, pointing a thumb over his shoulder “You won’t mind if we just peace out then, would you?” As the members of the Principate struggled to form coherent words in a response, Zxyl shook his head and raised his hand to quiet them.
“Lets go,” he sighed, just wishing to be rid of these useless hams of flesh. Moments later, the newly formed group of both Taldryanites and Principatriots took off for hangar bay area towards the Karufr Knight.