stuck_mynock | [OOM] Onderon.

Koren stares out at the distant sea of rubble around Onderon, and amongst it the swarms of tiny lights moving towards his fleet.

“My lord,” a voice drifts over from one side, “our weapons are ready. We can destroy the rubble and move through towards Onderon.”

“No.” Koren flicks one hand up, drawing up a closer display of the objects moving through the rubble. The red and whites of Republic fighters are mixed in with the blues and golds of the Onderon guard and the silvers of the Basilisk war droids. “To do so might push the rubble towards the planet and the moon. I want the palace and the tomb to be structurally unharmed.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees his advisor bow low.

“This is only a minor inconvenience,” he continues. “The remains of a shattered fleet are not going to stop us. Dispatch fighters and dropships.”

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There are thousands of fighters, flooding out of the Wyrm. We’re outnumbered ten to one. We’re making a dent in their numbers, but there are too many for us to keep them all out. The dropships are - ...”

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A dropship crashes down into the city square, hatches opening to admit a stream of armoured soldiers, guns raised and firing as the nearby turrets swung towards them. With a shriek, one soldier falls, armour falling apart around him.

Behind them, the dropship clanks, casting off its outer shell to reveal a crab-like war machine beneath. It growls mechanically, legs sliding out as it lifts itself up and started walking, guns sliding out. With a hum and a crash, the main gun fires, lighting up the city as it blows through a building, sending turrets flying and crackling.

The march continues on towards the Sky Ramp, blocked by a row of shiny, silver droids. As they turn and started firing, the soldiers hurry away, ducking behind buildings as the war machine points its main gun at them with a long hum.

As the droids go flying and clattering, another dropship hist the city, and a third.

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Atton taps his earpiece again.
“They’ve breached the Sky Ramp,” to Will and Guppy. “Be ready.”

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"There's something that looks like a giant chipboard in here. But it's melting."

"Oh aye, keep firin' then."

"Hang on. Take this," tossing the lightsaber to Guppy. "Jab it in and hold it there. After switching it on, I mean."

Guppy checks it's the right way around, and presses the button.

He swishes it around in there.

"Hm, this is even more like keyhole surgery."

Will tries to back away slightly from Guppy since lightsabers are scary.

The crab gives out a long, mechanical groan, legs collapsing. They're a lot closer to the ground now.

Atton peers down.
"That's not so bad. Give back the 'saber, Guppy."

Guppy turns it off, and passes it over carefully, nearly losing his balance as the crab lurches.

"Aye, good job, Guppy."

As the crab drops down a bit closer to the ground, Atton peers down again, before grabbing Will and Guppy and jumping off, landing with a bit of a jolt.

Guppy makes less of an Oof noise this time, and tries to land on his feet.

"I think it might be in danger of exploding."

"Oh aye, stuff does that a lot, let's get goin'."

Atton pushes out one hand, sending the sparking crab flying into a dense cluster of soldiers, whereupon it explodes in a truly spectacular manner.

Somebody yells something, and the Sith army starts retreating. The exploding crab took out a lot of their numbers, so they move back to cluster amongst the city.

"Let's hope they stay there for a while," Atton murmurs.

Guppy takes the moment to get his breath back.

"What else do you think they have?"

Will watches the explosion and rests for a moment,

"'opefully that was their worst."

"They'll come back with more soon enough. C'mon, we need to get to the Dragonfly."

"Atton, I'm starting to tire, please can you do that recharge thing on me without compromising your own abilities? If not, I'll manage." Guppy says, catching him up. It's no time for pride, it's time to admit his weaknesses at a convenient moment.

So Will moves to support Guppy,

"Can eat somethin' on the ship too, will 'elp ye."

Atton pats Guppy on the head, giving him a jolt of energy.

"Thanks." Guppy grins at Atton, then at Will. "I'm not that bad, I just didn't want to slow down and make mistakes if we're carrying on hand to hand."

"Oh aye, course na, that's when ye get 'urt."

"Also, when I shove you. I mean, I do that anyway, but still."

"Yes, yes, I have a hyperactive reflex to blood loss." Guppy says. "But look, I didn't do it today." He points at his shoulder, which has oozed on his shirt.