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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/27/2017 11:29:12 AM
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Shila stood next to him, armor on (minus her helmet) and her weapons in her hands.
“You ready for this, Master?” She asked JT, looking to him, before hugging the cowboy.
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[i]"I've been at this shit for some odd twenty years, still ain't easy," JT honestly admitted, wrapping an arm around Shila to share in the hug. Inside his hulking suit of armour JT was about two feet taller than he usually was, so Shila was attempting to hug an eight foot tall behemoth of metal, though JT aided in that. "Still though, great workout." [/i]
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She hugged JT tighter. “If I...or you...or any of us die...it’s been an honor fighting alongside you, Master...JT.” She says, smiling and hugging JT a little tighter as the doors began to open, revealing the hangar of the Star Destroyer, various mercs and Imperials exchanging fire with one another.
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[i]That settled it; JT couldn't let Shila die. He had lost too many friends in his lifetime already, he wasn't going to lose another person. The Marshal stepped out of the ship as either of the twin hip-mounded LMG's roared to life. Their internal Thermal Sensory Modules located the Imperials on the other side and the echo of the guns boomed through the ship. As one of the 7.62 rounds was unleashed from one gun, another was being primed in its place and the other gun fired to make up for that priming time, allowing for a never ending stream of bullets to fire almost endlessly on the soldiers. The crew needed cover and Nanocyte could provide. A miasma of nanites awakened within the ship, soon seeping out through the floor like a layer of smoke that would manifest into self-repairing barriers for almost all of the company that came to assault, with e exception of JT, who in and of himself was tanking shots left, right and centre with he ceramic and steel composition of the armour he wore. [/i]
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Shila jumped out and fired a few shots straight into an Imperial trooper, before slashing the trooper's throat. She grabbed one of their blasters, and opened fire on the troopers, said troopers dropping like flies as explosions surrounded JT in an epic way, Stormtroopers firing their respective weapons toward the cowboy.
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The guns were little more than ionized plasma, but it still managed to eat away chunks of JT's armour. In response, JT picked up a second E-11 and started firing those off, giving four guns to one guy.
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They dropped dead from the shots, as more Stormtroopers poured out of a massive blast door straight ahead of JT. His mercs were helping to keep up with him, as soon, Scout Troopers arrived with their snipers, firing headshots, taking down a few of the mercs. Shila jumped next to him, firing her own E-11, taking down a trooper that was gonna shoot at both of them to his left.
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[i]"Someone toss a frag!" JT shouted to the mercenaries as he ducked down behind cover, just enough that his nanites would mould around the barrels of his E-11's and the guns. It was a single wall in his bit of cover now, which was opened just enough for him to provide a base of fire. [/i]
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 9/27/2017 11:16:22 PM"Throwing frag!" Someone had shouted, two frag grenades landing right in the Imperial line of fire. It exploded, throwing Imperial bodies across the place, leaving one specific one right on top of JT. "Retreat and close those damn doors!" Someone shouted, the remaining Imperials retreating, the blast doors slowly closing.
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[i]JT shrugged the course off himself after looking to see what made it specific, though he would focus on his men first and foremost. Primarily he wanted to use his nanites to make a small, roofed pit for the wounded and tired to sit in for a moment, like a small base of operations for them all to hide in. A mini blast shelter, which he used the nanites to construct. [/i]
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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]
