Kira, wincing at her ribs, heard the screams of the Weequay, and looked over. Seeing him outnumbered, she shook her head. "God-damn son of a..." She muttered as she stood up. She had her blasters on her hip, but knew the second she used them tat trouble would come in a huge way. Instead she done the only thing she could think of.

...she ran for one of the men attacking the weequay full speed and tackled him.

Troggog came charging in full steam at the prisoner who gasped in surprise at the towering Ithorian coming at him.  The prisoner tried to sidestep but took the business end of Dyre's spear as he practically leaped on the weapon.  The huge bulk of the Ithorian crashing into him from behind sealed his fate.

Devon was momentarily surprised as Kira went running past him at high speed.  The distraction proved enough for the prisoner before him to break away and begin running to where Epsilon ten and his colleagues had the Weequay cornered.  The shipjacker took up the chase, but glad Kira was getting involved.  His draw nearly fell off when Kira took a diving leap. . .at one of the spear wielding prisoners!  Her slam connected perfectly taking the friendly down beneath her.

"What the hell?" Epsilon Ten gasped as one of his men went down to a friendly.  "Two, what the fuck?"

Over at the tent where the wookies have been watching, a Weequay pops his head out and roars something.  Another of his kind pops out of the tent and they beginning moving towards the battle, shouting in their own language.


The prisoner near Dyre and Troggog is down.  Devon's has slipped past him and Kira has successfully bodyslammed a friendly.  Not sure why she's helping the enemy Weequay but there you have it!  Weequay now only has E10 and one prisoner in his way and he's still screaming for help. Two of his friends have heard him so you've got two, possibly more enemies inbound soon

Kira feel down with an grunt, and as soon as she heard the words from the person, she closed her eyes. "Stupid..." she chastised herself, as she sat up and looked at the man she tackled.  She smiled sheepishly. "Sorry..." She muttered to the prone man, and rolled off the man and got to her feet

Heigren was still outside with Zyra and he watched the unfolding events with concern.

"Uh guys." he said on comm.  "We're starting to draw attention from the locals.  I see around twenty of them looking interested in us.  Need to get this under control guys, like yesterday."

With little in the way of options, Mika trudges over to the tunnel and makes her way into the camp and takes in the lay of the land.

She quickly spies Devon already there, and he's apparently well enough to be running about.  The fact that he's survived and was in relatively good shape was a shot in the arm to her.  Before he'd become the boss, she'd always felt a bond with the shipjacker.  Since he'd become the boss, she'd been a bit more distant but seeing him alive and well was still a boost for her morale.

Devon muttered words of potent and evil magic as the weequay continued to scream for help... and the report from Heigren didn't exactly help his mood either.  Then Kiras screw-up put a nice foamy topping on his mug full of rage.  He was going to be having words with that lady when this was all over, assuming they were both still alive.

"This is outta control." he muttered into his commlink as gave up his pursuit and started back hurriedly towards the tunnel.
"We cant contain this without blowin' our cover... so lets go loud.  Overwhelmin' force time, guys.  Everyone,  fall back toward friendlies an' arm up."

Arriving at the tunnel, Devon hurriedly pulled his kitbag out and opened it.
Pulling out a holster with a pistol in, Devon pushed the weapon into Troggogs hands along with a spare ammo clip.  "Jax trusts you, an' I trust her.  Prove it weren't a mistake." he told the Ithorian.

Next out the bag was a carbine which he kept for himself.  He hurridly tucked the stun baton and spare ammo for the carbine into the frayed pockets of his prisoner garb.  The kitbag he slung over his shoulder.  No time for the rest of it now, but he might need it later.
"You been workin' on a plan for defence, right?" he asked Dyre.  "Time to amaze me - lets hear it."

Spying more kit stored in the tunnel - left there by the Epsilon boys and girls - Devon pulled the stash out and started hurriedly sorting the weapons and passing them round.
As he worked, he spared Mika a quick glance.
"Not that it aint good to see you, an' I know it aint gonna matter now... but seriously?  couldnt you at least have tried to look like a prisoner?"
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As Troggog was given the blaster, he just stood in shock. Technically, he hadn't taken a life on purpose, but the death of this one prisoner was now on his hands. In the back of his mind, he tried whatever he could to think of all the possibilities. Could there have been a better way?

Troggog managed to refocus on the task at hand. He had been involved in war before. People die. You save who you can and move on. Still, Troggog couldn't take his mind off of what had just happened.

He looked to Devon. "You can trust me, seven. Just know that in my hands, this blaster won't see its full use. If there is another who's skilled at range, let them use it instead."

Devon had already moved away when Troggog began to speak so he was left with the loaded blaster in his hand.  The shipjacker with already in consultation with Dyre.  The commando was bringing Devon up to speed on his defences, consisting of the two bands of spear-wielding prisoners as well as the barricades they were designing.  The problem was that if things were deteriorating rapidly they had too many gaps in their defences still.

"We may need to evacuate the western building to let us tighten up our defensive perimeter.  Only problem there is we'd need to move the people in that bunk into the Admiral's bunkhouse and we're trying to keep that free so the Doc can work in peace.  I believe Troggog is making good progress on his offensive weaponry so you may wish to talk to him as well."

The two kept walking as Epsilon 10, initially startled by Kira's attacking his own man, got to her feet and mumbled an apology.  The soldier ignored her as well as the two fleeing prisoners as he followed Devon's orders and began falling back into position, leaving Kira alone.

Heigren and Zyra moved back from their observation point to gather near the catapult.  The Zabrak motioned for Devon and Dyre to join them.

"Seems the natives are getting restless, what's the plan Seven?"



OOC: I've updated the map on Roll20.

Dyre, Zyra, Heigren, Devon and Mika are near the catapult.
Kira is still further north where she tackled the prisoner
Troggog is near the entry hole.
Dohr is making with the chop chop.

The soldiers are returning to previous duties, specifically:
E10 - Guarding the northern approach with 6 spearwielders
E11 - Moving to join Dyre
E12 - Guarding the western approach with 6 spearwielders
E13 - Guarding the entry hole with Kira's sniper rifle
Cpl Slattery - Still working on automatic crossbow in northern building
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"What, no hug?"  Devon asked as he spotted Jax, looking slightly hurt.
"I bet Four got hugged...."  the hurt look dissolved into a quick grin.
"Its good to see you again, Nine."

Devon turned serious again as he surveyed the rapidly awakening camp.
"We've got people upstairs sabotagin' the skyhook an' we've got reinforcements outside the shield... just gotta bring it down.  Got two options for that."

Devon spotted Kira, still standing unmoving.
"S'cuse me one second." he growled then keyed his commlink.
"Two, if you don't get over here right now I swear I will shoot you myself.  You think this is a frakkin' game??  The hell is wrong with you?"

Turning back to Jax, Devons annoyance and frustration was plain on his face.
"_{that girl is a frakkin problem.}  Plan is simple - we bunker down an' hope we got the firepower to persuade 'em to keep back.  Or we can jump the gun, an' have my friends outside break the shield down an' storm the camp.  Beyond that?  I'm open to suggestions."

Turning, Devon pointed to E13 who was still guarding the hole.
"We need a runner to get a message out to Sivren." he told the guy.  "We may need him to bring down the shield an' storm the place.  Make sure we can yell for help if we need it."
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Kira saw Devon as he spoke and made her way over to the man. She didn't here to eh comments of Devon, but knew the woman was in trouble with her teammates. Once she arrived, she caught the tail end of the conversation. She decided to stay silent....she could have offered excuses for what had happened, but in truth, there was no excuse.

She sighed and spoke more to herself than anyone else. "Not quite as we planned...."

"I imagine that is because Four has the restraint at least to save his need for hugs to times when a prison riot isn't about to break out."  Zyra said calmly, a small hint of a smile showing through, but only for a moment.

"For now the safety of our people, especially Mark is paramount.  If we can avoid tipping our hand to the Imperials about our modern weapons then we should do so.  Can we manage a sturdy offense or defense without resulting to blasters?  If so, I suggest we go with whichever plan denotes maximum survival for our people while delaying Imperial awareness of our situation.  Last I checked, your doctor still needed hours with Mark to even give him a chance of survival."

Dohr heard some sounds outside indicating the confrontation between the Epsilon team and the prisoners had started. There was some shouting and cursing, but not really anything he should worry about. And he didn't. Devon had enough men to keep the trio of enemies from reaching the building that was now practically an operating theatre.

The surgery was far from over. Dohr tried his best to push away the effects of the heat and moisture and the thoughts of the Skyhook -team's success. He was still a bit baffled about how Devon was already back at the prison camp and the others weren't. But since Seven didn't seem worried about it, the Doc wouldn't be either. FIarr was good, very good. And she had Kyvarr to back her up. They would get the job done.

Dohr took a deep breath to calm himself down, cast a look at Trycson, nodded and continued.

Dyre looked around.  "I can have an assault group together in two minutes if you want it.  We have a dozen or so trained spearman and our soldiers who can go in with blasters or spears.  We also have Troggog's toy assuming it works."  He looked questioningly at the Ithorian.

"I feel we're at a disadvantage on the defensive unless we use blasters as our lower numbers and need to protect the building will work against us.  We either need to attack or be willing to defend with blasters."

"I hear ya."  muttered Devon as he watched the camp.  What would happen next?  Would the natives settle down again after the skirmish, or were they past the point of no return now?  Somehow, he doubted they would simply go back to sleep now.
"I've got my two of my best up on that Skyhook"  he quickly explained to Jax. "Their first target was to plant explosives on the external comms array. Last communication with them showed they were still undetected and had secured the hanger."  Devon peered up through the shield at the distant skyhook for a moment.
"Knowin' them, they've probably killed half the crew already..."

Looking round at the camp, Devon tried to gauge the mood of the natives.
"Got the feelin' we're gonna have to start shootin' soon."
He dialed his commlink quickly to the frequency of the M4 droid acting as their link with those outside the shield.
"M4 - transmit a message to Deltas Five an' Six.  They need to kill the Skyhook comms NOW an' confirm when done - you will transmit their reply to me an' Sivren.

Also, transmit to Captain Sivren:  please stand ready to break down the shield an' storm the camp  - the skyhook team will disable comms upstairs an' confirm when done.  That's your go signal - friendlies are defending the south east corner of the camp."

Devon sighed, and fingered the carbine he was carrying.
"Now all we gotta do is try to keep this quiet till those comms are down, then we can shoot all the guns we damn well please.  We just gotta stall for time.  Keep your weapons outta sight for the moment - the longer we can go without our guns bein' spotted..."

The M4 droid beeped obligingly then flew off into the hole.  Minutes crawled past with agonising slowness.

Over near the western side of camp, prisoners were gathering together in a large group.  There was shots and points over towards Devon and his group.  Words could bot be discerned over the distance but there was no mistaking the tone and ferocity.  It was hard to see faces as it was now well into dusk.  The flicker of several campfires provided the main illumination.  But what Devon could not see, the volume and intensity of the shouting from the enemy camp made perfectly clear.

In the darkness Devon and his team noticed something else, a steady glow, brighter than any campfire glowed from the north-eastern section of camp.  The fire that Kira had painstakingly lit had caught well and the large tree that hung over the bunkhouse there was ablaze.  Embers were starting to drop onto the deserted building but no fires has started yet.

Time passed, at least five minutes, the light grew fainter, the fire grew brighter and the shouts got angrier.  What didn't change was the return of his M4 droid.

Heigren poked Devon in the guts when he mentioned Fiarr and Kyvarr.  "Two of 'your best' huh?  I thought I was your best!  Who do you clarify as 'your worst'?"

As time dragged on he began to get worried.  While the shouts themselves were enough, he could feel the hostility coming from across the camp.  Normally he couldn't sense emotions so far, but the intensity was there.  The anger, the raw hunger, the predatory sense.  He shivered.

"I hope you have a plan boss.  We're losing light fast and I know some species can see in the dark a lot better than I or you humans can.  Hard to defend if we can't see them coming.  Plus it looks like one of the bunkhouses has caught fire.  What if it spreads?  Anyone we send to fight a fire is exposed to that."  He points west.

Hearing Devon's plan to have Sivren's team assault the base sprung Dyre into action.  He didn't need orders as he knew what to do.  He moved away from Devon and spoke on the Epsilon channel.

"Attention all Epsilon units, Delta Lead plans to invite the other teams to come play and play loud.  So we're on defense.  Remain at your designated posts and keep blasters out of sight but ready.  We keep up our facade until the Captain knocks on the door and there is no point.   At that stage take down anyone who threatens our end of camp.  And keep people looking up.  Delta Lead says comms will be down up there but Imps can still look downwards.  You see a shuttle or the skyhook elevator moving then sing out."

"I'm not answerin' that - I figure if I keep you guys guessin', you'll all try harder..."

Devon replied absently, still watching the camp with a paranoid eye.  He watched the growing fire for a few moments.
"Two!" he snapped.  "That fire your work?" The fire definitly looked to be in the direction that Kira and come from when she had fled her pursuers.
"Maybe we'll get lucky..." he mumbled.  "Maybe they'll decide their hovel burnin' down behind them is easier to solve than the heavily armed mob in front of them."  he sighed.  "Or maybe they'll just start throwin' bits of it at us."
The good news at least was that the burning building would add some illumination - hopefully they would be able to see what they were shooting at...
"If they come at us, we're gonna have to hurt 'em so bad they think twice before they try again.  No mercy, full force."

Devon pointed to Dyre - the man seemed determined to act as a sort of deputy, so Devon would make use of him.
"The M4 shoulda shoulda been back by now.  Get me a runner through that tunnel an' find out whats goin' on.  Make sure everyone got their messages, an is doin' there thing.  Then report back fast.  Got it?"

"Yes sir.  Dyre turns to Epsilon 11.  "Eleven, get back down the tunnel and try to contact the M4 droid.  If you can't contact it, then contact the Captain and ensure he got his message.  If the M4 is there, get an update on the Skyhook team and find out why it hasn't returned and report back ASAP."

Epsilon 11 nods and then moves off quickly.  He is lost to the darkness well before he reaches the tunnel as night closes in.  The campfires outside the various bunkhouses and the odd standing torch provide the only illumination now.  As Devon pointed out, the fire to the northern bunkhouse is at least providing a little extra illumination.


About a minute after Epsilon 11 left, a comm call comes in on the squad channel.  "E3 this is E12.  I think we've got movement over here.  Hard to see but I think we may be getting some visitors soon."

"Understood Twelve.  Keep me informed and stay alert."

He looks to Devon.  "Recommend we send some support.  Perhaps Two and myself?  Unless you want to go.  I don't want to pull anyone off the northern defence team."

Having shut off his coms to be able to fully concentrate on the operation, Dohr was totally oblivious to the conversation going on outside. He trusted Trycson to bring him the news, if need be. Bad news he'd probably be able to figure out himself the moment the prisoners would hit their hut. When he could afford to give it any thought, the Doc really missed his carbine.

Dohr stepped back and wiped his brow.  He idly stared at the mostly black limb that was now lying in a blanket.  It had taken him less time than he'd predicted to remove that, more than an hour less.  Though that was not a good thing.  It had been so quick because so many of the steps normally involved he simply lacked the facilities to complete.  All he could do was cut, splice and sew.

Mark lay on the bed, unconscious but breathing.  A simple IV drip hung from a makeshift pole with a simple glucose solution running through it.  The man's leg ended in a crude stump and a simple bacta dressing.  So crude, so inelegant.  But it was all he had.  It was amazing the shock of the procedure had not killed the Admiral, but then Dohr realised he had been amazed the infection hadn't killed the man.  Clearly he was tough and he would need every ounce of that toughness.  The man still needed a bacta tank and a specialised hospital and he needed it soon.  Toughness would only carry the man so far.

To one side, his assistant was checking Mark's vitals.  Trycson looked as tired as Dohr felt, more so.  The man had been serving the role of a full surgical team and it showed.  Still the soldier continued his work.


OOC: Mark is now missing a leg!  He's as stable as you can get him until more advanced medical treatment is available.  He'll need some time before you move him but the surgery is done.

"I should go too." Heigren says to Dyre and Devon.  "The people in that bunkhouse are going to be getting stressed, possibly panicked.  I can help keep them calm, even be ready to move them should something happen."


OOC:  Aside from his concealed blaster pistol, Heigren also carried one of the staves from the weapon pile.
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Kira looked at the glowing area that was the fire with a slight smirk. She never meant for it to be an all out fire, more a smoke fire than anything, but with everything that was happening, the fire could be just the diversion they need. "That is my doing....i just hope it helps us more than anything."

Hearing the mention of defence and the use of weapons if needed was a relief...the two blaster at her hip felt comfortable, but yet to use them. She placed her hands on her hips with a smile. "If company's coming, maybe we should prepare a reception they won't forget."