OOC
This is Chadd, I'm too lazy to change accounts.
Hmm, if that is what Zen wants to believe about the Jutraalian economy, lol.
The sight of Admiral Zen, who had been ordered to the Wild Regions for scouting duty, on the bridge was suspicious enough, allowing the stormtroopers about the bridge to move on their guard. They expected a brief little show down, not a full blown firefight.
That had caught everyone in the bridge off guard.
As the CO's limp form fell to the ground and hurdled from the catawalk from which he stood, the stormtroopers lifted their weapons in full readiness.
Red blasts exchanged in full and for a moment no one was able to see a thing past the wisps of smoke that had bellowed and hazed over the command center, like a great dragon's breath on an icy night, overcoming everything.
It was not as if these guards were inexperienced however. Most of them had been at Averam, at Almania, at Jilaeek. They had seen war and had laughed at it. Never did they expect war from one of their own however.
The PeFauna royal guards were quick to take charge, commanding the nearly legion of stormtroopers that had stood on the four story bridge.
Six of them - an uncanny number - had taken up position here, ordered to guard this bridge with their lives and then some if need be.
As the stormtroopers attempted to advance on the hundred or so traitors, visibility became limited, and they switched to their heat seeking spectrum, painting the enemy forces like colorful targets.
The mighty weapons of the PeFauna ignited with a minute snap-hiss that resembled the kind that jedi's lightsabers gave off in combat.
The battle went on in full.
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Nariek winced with emotional pain as he squeezed the trigger, blasting away at the figure in front of him. He could hear the other's screams, crying out at the lack of mercy shown.
Tears streaked the young man's cheeks as he pushed forward, his squad moving in around him, taking up positions to try and hold off the treacherous forces.
He heard off in the distance the snap-hiss of one of the PeFauna, and he pitied the fool who had gotten in his way.
He turned to watch, seeing three shots bounce off the guard's protective armor, before the "light-axe" came down to cut open the man's chest.
The battle raged, and he advanced as the distress signal was sent to Despayre Port Authority.
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The mines were activated, the shields were turned on over Despayre, and the controls were turned over from the bridge to the Port Authority, a slave circuit that had been installed in the flagship of the Jutraalian Empire.
