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ursprünglich gepostet in:The New Dojo
9/28/2017 12:32:52 PM
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...And it seemed to work, as Shila activated her medi-gel to help as many wounded as she could.
Currently, JT’s original amount of mercs had about 3/4ths of his original number of mercs with him, dogfighting he heard in the skies above.
From JT’s comm, a small signal could be heard, most likely something within the Star Destroyer jamming the signal as best it could.
“To all*static*....Victoria of*static*...under attack, I repeat, we are under attack by the invading*static*...” was all that was heard from the unknown signal, seemingly originating from the Dojo.
“Master...what was that?” Shila asked him, as she healed a wounded human, his leg bleeding from the shrapnel of an explosion.
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[i]"I'm going to guess they know we're 'ere, and some Victoria chick is too?" JT inferred, reloading the LMGs at his hips. He gave Shila a curious look, no fear or remorse but instead intrigue. [/i]
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“Well, we did shoot their entire hangar...makes sense that they know we’re here.” Shila had told him, chuckling a little bit. “Maybe there’s a way we could access those blast doors?” She asks, pointing out the doors where the Imperials retreated from.
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[i]"Can they be melted?" [/i]
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“I don’t know...had anyone even tried that?” She asked, throwing JT her Sword. “Maybe you could...super heat it? Act it like some type of cutting laser, only in your hands.” Shila has told JT.
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[i]JT took the sword, removed his helmet, and approached the blast doors. He reared his head back, the armour moving one foot behind the cowboy as he prepared himself for use of his Dragons Breath augmentation. The sword was held out flat ahead of him, just between the door and the Marshal. A barrel of steel and iron poked out of his mouth then, though at a distance the flames spewing out of it in a cone of fire and greases being spat out, it was almost impossible to tell with the naked eye. It would take JT some good few minutes to burn through it, but not only was the sword red hot and by his side now, he had burned his way entirely through the door and reduced it to a pile of nothing. "Don't -blam!- with the dragon!" [/i]
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On the other end, a few Stormtroopers seemed to not notice JT’s little entrance...well, that was until they turned to loon at him, almost looking like if McCree and Genji combined their look and powers. “Shit, it’s the Rebel!” One of them had yelled, firing the blaster straight toward JT.
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[i]The blaster shot left a scorched marking on his already blackened armour, which caused JT to turn towards the Stormtrooper with a look of confusion on his face. Needless to say, this Imperial was about to get an asswhooping of a lifetime. "Seriously? I just cut all of your friends down, and you try to shoot the worthless Pew-Pew Laser Pointer at me, the guy who LITERALLY just burnt down a metal door? How the -blam!- did you pass basic training soldier?" JT asked, his voice more patronizing than anything. He placed his helmet onto his head once more and slowly approached the trooper, where he stood in front of him. Ten feet tall and holding a borderline flaming sword, he looked down to the Trooper. "Tell me, what the actual -blam!- did you hope to accomplish with that? What level of headassery made you think that was smart?" [/i]
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...Let’s just say the other Stormtroopers began running for their lives, running as fast as they could, some grabbing RPGs. “Jedi!” One of them shouted, firing toward JT.
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"THE -blam!- IS A JEDI? JEREMIAH? JED? JETHRO?" In JT's complete confusion over the term, he had been slammed into by the rocket. Thankfully it hit his chest, but it blew right past the ceramic and bit through most of the solid steel below it. He stepper back from the impact, drew his gun, and fired six shots at the explosive warheads in each launcher. All in under a second, due to the whole gunslinger thing.
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As a result, of He rockets backfire on the troopers, blowing them up, everyone I that hallway clear for the time being. Shila has ran to JT, a dozen of the remaining troopers arriving behind her. “You good, Master? Some of them are still good enough to push on.” She says.
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[i]"Aside from the huge hole in my chest? I'd say I'm doing fine," JT responded, a tone of sarcasm masking his anger for the armour. He disengaged his set and the back skid open, pushing all the plates and supports to the front. The engine was lifted to roughly where the head was and JT slipped out, putti the behemoth of his armour into a form of autopilot while he grabbed the guns crafted for regular people. His kit changed considerably, consisting of weaponry far smaller than the twin G11's, though he looked far more western than before. Beneath the trademark duster he had a set of he Imperial Stormtrooper armour covering his body, though it was modified to be slightly thicker after it was smelted down by an E11 while time was being passed and reformed to fit him in specific. It was painted brown to prevent him from looking like a trooper, and rather than a helmet, JT ran with a series of Nanites wrapped around his head with a colour scheme that looked exactly like his face. "Ready to move?"[/i]
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Shila was...well, a bit more surprised nodding her head. "Let's move!" She yells, the troops making their way forward. On their way to the bridge, the ship shook a couple of times from the attacks from their side. The sound of the Star Destroyer's cannons firing definitely was loud inside the ship. More Stormtroopers appeared near the door to the bridge, opening fire on the group, them being forced into cover.
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JT dashed behind cover with his men, standing behind a wall. He turned his gaze from the soldiers to Shula, a grin on his face. "Any ideas?"
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“Yeah; make every shot count!” She tells, smiling while pulling out her E-11, firing multiple shots with her weapon. With the help of the mercenaries, they took out most of the Troopers, before the ship violently shook, throwing everyone up to the roof and back down.
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[i]JT being sent to the roof and the ground caused a small crater where the mass of metal and guns stood. He rose to his feet, stowing all his weapons in favour of his fists and nanotechnology. "What the -blam!- was that!?"[/i]
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A call came from Liara, seemingly urgent on his comm. "I don't know Master..." she says, before a second less violent jolt occurred, making them go a few inches up and down.
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JT raised the bottom of his right forearm to face him and opened a comm link with Liara via his TacPad.
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Liara appeared, seemingly a bit...surprised. “JT, are you alright?” She asked worriedly.
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[i]"Aside from taking a rocket to the gut and demoralizing the FÜCK out of the Space Klansmen? Yeah, I'm good." JT had an eye on the scene around him for a moment, as he surveyed the condition of the ship and his men. The numbers could have been more plentiful, but he really couldn't complain. "What's going on, Li?"[/i]
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"There were two other Star Destroyers in space; they just fired on the Dojo. Massive laser blasts. Currently unknown number of casualties. And wounded. And missing. The majority of the Imperials are retreating, but it seems the Dojo was..." A massive creaking of the ship was heard. "I have more info on where the majority of the Imperials are heading to. You need to be able to get out of there; I think the Destroyer's collapsing from some of the stray Star Destroyer fire." She says, the ship being heard approaching a airlock ahead.
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[i]"-blam!-ing hell, now I need to escape [b]another[/b] crashing ship without understanding what the -blam!- is happening? THIS EXACT SAME SHIT HAPPENED LIKE TWENTY TWO YEARS AGO! IF I NEED TO PULL SOMEOBE ONTO THE SHIP AFTER A CLOSE CALL, I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL TEXT LANCE AND HAVE HIM COME SEPPUKU MY ASS!" JT shouted, wholeheartedly believing he was having some sort of pseudo PTSD attack as he ran to the airlock. [/i]
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....Fortunately, that wasn't the case, as the ship pulled in, everyone seemed to be jumping smoothly, Shila allowing JT to jump first upon the ship.
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[i]"Oh -blam!- that, you're my favourite weeb. And considering one of my best friends is pretty much Space Ninjeesus, that's saying something." JT grabbed Shila by her waistline, wrapping his left hand around her and lifting her off the ground. He would spin once and use the momentum to let her into the ship first, before individually helping the rest of his crew. Once everyone was onboard, only then did he join them. [/i]
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He did...just as the airlock caved in with mechanical stuffs, the ship escaping the ship. "You alright, sir? Just saw that Destroyer get blown in two!" One of the mercs asked JT.
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[i]"I'm fine. How's the crew?" JT responded, shrugging off the question and replacing it with one of his own. He knew there were at least thousands of casualties brought on by the explosion, from innocents who were just keeping up with repairs to the soldiers who were sent to die against their wills. While they were fighting his team, he never enjoyed thinking of any soldier as just a suit and a gun. [/i]
