Wannabe snapped his head around as he heard the lightsaber cut metal. The wire dropped to the ground and the instruction was given.
Well, an order cannot be refused. However…
“I lack the appropriate motion.” Wannabe demonstrated to Bravebird by showing how his arms only swiveled at the shoulder and bent at the elbow. “Further assistance is required if I am to fashion a harness.”
Buoy continues to mess with the downed vulture until he can get a thermal detonator enough inside to ignite its fuel. He’ll look up to see if he can spot the oncoming droid, mostly relying on hearing to tell where it is if he can’t spot it.
Regardless of the droid’s position, he shoves the grenade inside and set another nearby on top so that they could shoot it. The timer on these things were short and didn’t have the means for remote detonation, so this would be the best he could do. Once placed, he rushes back to his old cover to hide, hopefully before any vultures can spot him.
Graphite was in-between the two groups of clones, about 25 yards away from each. The droid damaged by the rocket was flying low overhead, seeming more concerned with the clones in the hanger as apposed to Graphite himself.
Unfortunately, the droid did seem to spot Buoy, or at least the fallen vulture, as it swung low, pelting the area with a barrage of blaster fire.
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Cursing, Legacy barley managed to re-sling the rocket launcher while sloppily diving off to the side towards cover, unaware of the other troops and officers around him
Buoy dives for any nearby cover, quickly repositioning himself to get eyes on the droid. Trying to determine its position and hoping it decides to land nearby.
Dust and shrapnel shot up around Legacy as the impact of the blaster bolts reverberated through the hanger. Luckily, none of the shots injured any clones, but the hangar did make an ominous creaking noise as the vulture droid attempted to pull upward and prepared to circle around Legacy’s position again, soaring over Graphite’s position. Though it did seem to be consistently losing altitude, and was struggling to stay in the air.
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The droid didn’t seem interested in landing as it looped in the air, turning toward the front of the hangar to aid its fellow droid against the rocket wielding clone, leaving Saddle and Buoy behind, for now.
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As he gets to his feet, Legacy finally takes quick note of the clones immediately around him and reaches to grab his blaster only to remember he had tossed it aside earlier.
Yelling “Come on runners, get some blaster bolts in the air!” at those around him while more quietly adding “After all, its the only thing your good for” with heavy spite in his voice as he heads into the hangar to retrieve his discarded weapon.
Buoy focuses on calming is breathing, looking out from cover as the vulture flies past them.
“What now?” Buoy asks in general.
Lasers cut through the air as the vulture droids continued to menace the front of the ship. Luckily, Legacy’s rocket finally paid off as the damaged droid’s death spiral continued as it tried in vain to pull up before joining the wreckage of the venator with an explosive crash.
Duke gave Legacy an appreciative nod, probably the closest thing to a “good job” the trooper would get from the captain, before he motioned for Boomstick and Legacy to join him in a sprint toward the other clones at the front of the ship.
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The final droid looped through the air one final time, this time skimming low near the positions of Buoy and the other clones close to the first destroyed droid. The machine seemed set on getting a kill, and was wiling to fly low to ensure the shot.
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“Could you help him with that…soldier.” Tesz called down to Bravebird, a layer of annoyance covering her anxiety, but making sure to tack the ‘soldier’ at the end in an attempt at giving off some sort of authoritative command.
Her eyes were still locked at the top of the now vertical hallway as she continued the climb, not waiting for a confirmation from her comrades below. The elevator shaft up to the bridge shouldn’t be to far now…
Just hold on master, I’m coming.
Last he could remember, the Jedi General had called him to the bridge for some reason. Now Scalpel felt a familiar feeling: the dead weight of a Republic vehicle’s scrap metal pressing down on him. It was heavy, but probably liftable, plus, he could feel a little wiggle room, maybe he could shimmy out?
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“Gladly,” Bravebird said. He grasped the wire, and examined briefly in his hands. Should be strong enough to hold a Droid, he thought to himself.
“Anything fancy, Wannabe, or will something simple make due?” He asked, almost looking forward to what he’d guess would be an annoyed response.
OOC: Remind me not to type any more RP posts on my phone…
Scalpel strained, and managed to get his torso free. Then something caught on the scrap.
Probably my holster, the clone thought. He reached down, feeling at his belt for the buckle of his blaster’s holster. It was caught between some torn plating on the vehicle. He fumbled with it, but it remained stuck. Suddenly, he remembered the buckle’s purpose. He snapped the buckle open. The holster dropped to the ground, and he crawled out, with only a few bruises and scratches. He knelt down and grabbed the holster, and buckled it back on his belt, looking around.
“General? Commander? Anyone?”
The bridge was empty, though a few bodies protruding from the wreckage showed that much of the crew had been crushed by the debris. Scalpel felt a momentary shock. He had seen such disasters before, but not this bad. He turned on his infrared vision, hoping to see any living persons in the wreckage.
Having retrieved his blaster, Legacy jogs up to the rest of the group and drops off his rocket launcher instead of reloading it. He then starts looking for the other droid he can hear well, but he is oblivious to its exact location yet.
Scalpel looked through the windows of the bridge. The glass was shattered, chunks of it scattered across the floor, but he could make out several sections of the Venator below. With his infrared scanner, he could see some faint lights in the wreckage, but it could be burning equipment for all he could tell.
Let’s see. I’ve got a blaster, some bacta, a knife, and my armor. Maybe I should see what else I can find, he thought.
Wannabe gave a couple seconds of staring in silence as an immediate reply.
“I am baffled that you would consider decadence at this moment.” He raised one arm to point at Tesz Nel’Sha. “Is your programming at fault, or did you not hear the Commander?”
Called it, Bravebird thought, slightly amused. “All right…”
Should Wannabe cooperate, Bravebird would tie the wire around him to make a harness.
“There, that ought to do the trick.” Bravebird said, reasonably confident in his handiwork. “When I get up to the Commander, I’ll try to hoist you up,” he added as he prepared to begin his climb.
Scalpel saw a box mounted to the wall of the bridge. It was an emergency medical kit, placed there in accordance with Republic safety regulations. That’s good, as a start, he thought. He pulled it off the wall, and emptied the contents into his medical bag. It consisted of five disinfectant sprayers, a similar amount of bacta patches, and a roll of bandages. He smiled, picked up the bag, and stopped. This was the bridge. Why hadn’t he thought about using the radio?
He stepped over to the comms array, avoiding the remains of two crew members. The controls were heavily damaged, with metal chunks embedded in them. A gun from a small turret was sticking out from behind them, showing the extent of the cruiser’s damage. It was obvious that the radio was dead. A quick glance at some other panels showed that the electrical systems were about out, as the reactor was critically damaged. The weapons systems were obliterated, as the wreckage could easily attest to. And finally, the elevators were knocked out by the crash. It looked like Scalpel would have some stairs to use. Some very long stairs.
Wannabe stood emotionlessly and watched Bravebird tie the wire around his body, the droid’s eyes calculating how his arms should be positioned to keep it from slipping. He stayed motionless as Bravebird began to ascend, deciding his ego had been offended by the obtuse intellect of the clone and further response was too dignifying.
Despite the disorienting nature of the bridge, which currently gave him a frightening view of the wreckage below, Scalpel’s infrared vision would pick up a faint heat signature from beneath a pile of rubble located toward the back of the bridge.
The glass panels which would have to serve as a floor now would inspire confidence (especially considering a good number of them were already cracked or missing), but the metal beams between them seemed stable enough.
The climb probably wouldn’t prove too difficult for the soldier, the only real hazard being the chance of another sudden quake in the wreckage.
Wannabe could slowly see the wire start to grow taut as the Jedi continued her climb.
“I think this it.” She called down to the others between an exerted grunt as she pulled herself up onto the elevator door ledge. “I think I found the elevator to the command bridge.”
Duke made an attempt to shove Legacy’s head down behind a a pile of rubble as the captain braced fo the impact from another volley from the final droid. “Keep your head down soldier.”
Scalpel began crossing the shattered viewport, staying on a convenient metal beam. It swayed slightly as he neared the middle, glass cracking from the movement. He pressed on, knowing that any attempt to look at the ground would spell his doom in large letters. He reached the last quarter, and a particularly strong gust of wind struck the bridge. Scalpel dashed for the end as the metal twisted, sending glass shards raining down into the wreckage. He arrived on the wall of the bridge, breathing heavily. Looking back, he sincerely regretted taking that particular beam, which was now twisted slightly, but just enough to prevent him using it again.
Buoy kept low behind his cover, readying to a crouching position to try and jump for another spot if fired upon He keeps his head just above it to keep tabs on the Vulture, muttering the same two words in his head over and over again.
Come on, come on!
Watching, wishing, for the Vulture to come close enough to its fallen comrade to detonate his makeshift bomb. Shifting his sight every ten milliseconds towards the detonator, checking his sights to blast it when the time comes.