[OOM] Onderon.
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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.”
“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.”
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 - ...”
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.
Atton taps his earpiece again.
“They’ve breached the Sky Ramp,” to Will and Guppy. “Be ready.”
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Date: 2009-05-16 08:51 pm (UTC)He starts shooting the blaster at any soldiers in his line of fire.
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Date: 2009-05-16 09:09 pm (UTC)He spots a conveniently placed lamp post near the crab and charges at it, twisting to catch it with his hands and swing around it.
On one hand he succeeds, hitting the crab at speed. On the other hand, he lands very clumsily on his bottom. The crab looks at him as though trying to analyse this highly peculiar attack, and he uses this moment of confusion to start hacking its legs off with his sword.
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Date: 2009-05-17 10:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-17 10:43 pm (UTC)"Guppy, get back here before you get frolicked on," Atton calls.
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Date: 2009-05-17 10:49 pm (UTC)So Will keeps firing at the soldiers and hits the crab thing every once in a while.
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Date: 2009-05-17 10:56 pm (UTC)Guppy gets a hair-ruffle.
The soldiers finish placing explosives around it, backing off as it explodes, sending chunks of metal flying into the still-belegged-crab.
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Date: 2009-05-17 11:10 pm (UTC)This one is much larger than the other two, with more legs and more guns.
"Huh. Nice."
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Date: 2009-05-17 11:21 pm (UTC)Something the crab fires explodes very close to him, knocking him back with a small squeal but leaving him unhurt.
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Date: 2009-05-17 11:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-18 09:17 pm (UTC)"Get to the top of that."
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Date: 2009-05-18 09:18 pm (UTC)But he's thinking it.
He keeps up with Will.
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Date: 2009-05-18 09:33 pm (UTC)Will moves as fast as he can.
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Date: 2009-05-18 09:41 pm (UTC)He lets go of them, catching the sword as it comes down again.
"Find a vulnerable part and start damaging it."
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Date: 2009-05-18 09:48 pm (UTC)He adapts as quickly as possibly, finds a join in two pieces of crab exoskeleton, and thrusts his sword into it.
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