Seng Karash, Aeotheran
CFM Sulaphi and his men waited with a nervous anticipation for Drae’lath and his group to arrive. The two fire teams continued to remain vigilant, scanning across the opening and into the streets. Some of the fighters snapped their blasters towards the direction from which blaster bolts were heard echoing in the distance. Sulaphi raised his hand towards the Loyalists to ease their nerves. He soon picked by his commlink and contacted Drae’lath.
“Valkyrie 03. Overwatch Actual. Come in.”
Nothing but silence as the sounds of bolts continued to ring through the city. More bolts began to ring but in the direction towards the Industrial District where Darkblade and Locke and went towards to assist Macron.
“Overwatch to Valkyrie, respond.” Sulaphi’s second attempt was also met with failure. This wasn’t the first time, his attempts to message went without response. Drae’lath had earned the moniker of “Dog” during his time in the Stormtrooper Corps. His drive to accomplish the was known to drive to focus on a single objective rather than the operation as a whole. Sulaphi released it to be better to wait than to distract him.
One of the Loyalists tapped Sulaphi’s left arm to get his attention.
“Are they going to be okay, Chief?” She asked with a compassionate tone. Sulaphi decided to continue the discussion to ease the overall tension in the mound of dirt created by the crashed AT-AT that was no less than twenty feet behind them…
“Valkyrie has been through a lot, but he’ll be fine. He’s a survivor; a warrior.”
“Just how far do you two go? He should be as old as you, but he’s not.”
“Carbon freezing. It’s a trick his parents used to do when he was younger. Some things just stick I guess…”
“And the scarring? What happened to him?” The young administrator had asked with a tone more of sympathy and curiosity than compassion.
“Heh,” Sulaphi chuckled. “That man has had quite the career. Each scar has its own story, but I’ll have to shorten it. There’s one from Devaron during the Galactic Civil War, another from the Ryloth Insurgency, and some others on his body during the Onderon Insurgency. I think he may have mentioned something about the Mandalore and Mygeeto during the Clone Wars, but I’ll have to ask him.” Sulaphi smiled as he finished reminiscing about Drae’lath’s past.
Suddenly. a loud explosion had ruined the once somber moment. The intensity indicated that it was too close for their comfort.
Sulaphi’s commlink emitted a beeping tone and soon Drae’lath’s voice was heard, blaster bolts sounding in the background. “Overwatch. This is Valkyrie. We’ve encountered the enemy and are now coming to you. Get ready!”
“Roger. We’ve got a nasty surprise waiting for them.” Sulaphi shifted his body towards the City Hall. He motioned his hands in a series of patterns and hand gestures, informing the second fire team as of the impending battle. The second team leader returned a hand gesture, having answered in the affirmative to Sulaphi.
“Prepare to fire!” Sulaphi roared to his soldiers as Drae’lath and his team approached from the alleyway.
“FOR NAGA SADOW AND SHAR DAKHAN!” roared Sulaphi. In unison, the Loyalists replied with a ground shaking “VICTORY!” Soon, Drae’lath’s team charged out of the alleyway and veered to the left, being chased a hoard of angered citizens and Dakhan Acolytes.
When the hoard passed into the open area, a loud “FIRE!” had sounded, followed by a chorus of blaster bolts. This fury tore into the hoard as scores were slaughtered in a opening moments. Drae’lath, accompanied by Erik, Krennel, and Aul, sprinted towards the crashed AT-AT with furious haste. They vaulted over the mount, dodging blaster bolts as they passed under and over the Force Users.
An exhausted Drae’lath began to chuckle. “By the gods, that was close.” He soon caught his breath and soon rushed towards Sulaphi. “We sent a message. Reinforcements are on the way; we just need to hold out.”
“How long?” Sulaphi replied. “I may be old, but I am not dying here today.”
“Haha. I heard that. Let’s give them hell!”
“But you didn’t answer m – “
“Open fire!” Drae’lath began to fire his blaster pistol at the hoard, choosing to completely ignore Sulaphi’s question.
The crowd paused at the barrage, but soon started to push, get closer by every passing minute. They had soon advanced close enough to throw bottle of alcohol with lit cloth rags attached to the bottles. All but one had broke and lit up in front of them. Erik reacted by having extended his arm, catching one using the Force. He followed up by causing the bottle to slam onto the floor, causing a few rioters to drop their bottles and further instigating a now growing fire. So zealous was their hatred, screaming as they burned, some had walked towards the Loyalists before collapsing from the pain.
“Push them back!” yelled Sulaphi to his soldiers. The Loyalists responded with carefully placed blaster bolts fired into the crowd, thinning the insurgents’ numbers. Drae’lath returned a few expertly placed bolts of his own from his blaster pistol.
“Aw hell, we got enemy fighters approaching from the left. Drae’lath! Deal with them!” Sulaphi called out to Drae’lath as he continued to fire into the crowd. Drae’lath ran behind the loyalists to deal with the problem, Krennel and two Loyalists following right behind him. Drae’lath had picked up a blaster from a newly deceased loyalist. Another Loyalist operating one of the two heavy repeating blasters was shortly killed, leaving it unmanned. Krennel immediately gripped the heavy blaster and proceeded to point in the direction of the advancing group. The four of them began to fire their blasters at a charging group of 20 individuals that were then shortly killed.
Erik and Aul assisted by drawing fire away from the Loyalists. They all deflected as many of the bolts as they could, all the while having danced around the ones they couldn’t. A few canisters flew into the crowd, and soon after burst, expelling a greenish-yellow gas. The second fire team used this opportunity printed towards the crash sight. Only 3 had made it to them, despite the team having 10
Sulaphi rushed towards one of the Loyalists. “What happened?” Much to Sulaphi’s surprise, it soon dawned on him that he hadn’t noticed the lack of blaster fire from the second team.
“We were ambushed, sir. Half of the team were traitors; we’re the only ones that made it out.” He panted as Drae’lath came up to the group, having overhear the conversation. “My sympathies, but we have to battle to fight. Close ranks and shore up the left. Be ready for anything that might come from over there.” He ordered the survivors as he pointed his hand in the opposite direction. The soldier simply nodded as he caught his breath.
After a while, the numbers within the crowd dwindled and soon the rioters had dispersed. A moment of respite was very much needed for both the Force Users and the Loyalists.
One of the Loyalists looked to the skies and cried with joy.
A fleet of Cruisers, destroyers, and frigates had jumped directly overhead of Drae’lath’s position. Out from the greyish cloud cover that haunted Seng Karash, came forth the glorious colours of burning crimson and passionate gold having appeared over the skies.
At this sight, eight LAAT/i gunships descended to their position circling around and surround Drae’lath’s party. All eight formed a half ovalular circle in front of their comrades, shielding them from the threat of rioters. The three doors from the front most gunships opened up, allowing a total of 90 Loyalist rifleman to secure the war-devastated area. Soon, two more gunships had opened and were revealed to be mostly empty, save for two individuals in one them.
“… Are you guys alright?” Bentre asked.
“We’re fine. Tired, but fine,” an exhausted Aul gave as a reply.
“Good. Now come on, let’s get everyone out of here. Hurry before more show up.” Called out Bentre, as he held out his arm to pull some of the team up into the LAAT. Sulaphi and his team managed to get into the second LAAT gunship.
Drae’lath inured that all of the survivors were accounted for. Soon after, all the pilots closed their doors and all eight ships departed from the district.
Sang activated a sequence of contingency orders. In a matter of 6 hours, thousands of Loyalist forces descended upon the city, establishing key positions in order to strategically push back the crowds, quelling the rebellion.
“Thank you for getting us out of there.” Krennel spoke.
“It’s not over. We need to regroup and regain control of the planet. We can’t lose it.” Interjected Sang.
“And here I thought we were going to get a break,” uttered Erik along with a deep sigh of frustration.
“What about Macron? Darkblade and Locke went to help him. What’s their status?” Drae’lath asked?
“Leave them be, Drae’lath. Macron is rampaging. Once he starts, it’s better not to stop him.” Bentre told the young Hunter.