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Day 2: High-Speed Chase

“—eading down east side, Commander!”

“Copy, shifting.”

Commander Fox depressed the accelerator on his BARC Speeder, zipping with ease through the crowded skylanes.

Some bounty hunters had stolen some high-value data from a Republic Data-Center. Him and The Guard had been ordered to get it back. Fox didn’t fail his objectives.

In the distance, he could hear rapid blaster-fire and the occasional bang or boom of a speeder crashing. Aurek Patrol had been the closest to the scene at the time, so on Fox’s order, they had engaged. The Commander himself had been back at the Republic Military Base, but had sprinted to a speeder when the call came in.

The blaster-fire grew louder as he neared the chase. Zipping around a corner, Fox came across two air-speeders, three occupants each. He recognized all of them from bounty-hunting bulletins. Probably trying to take the ‘score’ for themselves. He thought as the wind buffeted his form. Don’t shoot at me, don’t get in my way, and you’re not my problem.

He flew past the two speeders and looked up at a skylane above his. He had given Aurek Patrol’s Commanding Officer free reign to engage at his discretion due to Fox’s lack of knowledge of the situation. The Commander reserved his own judgement for when he arrived on the scene.

Time almost seemed to slow down as more adrenaline entered the Commander’s bloodstream. His brain entered an analytical mode when in a dangerous situation; That was exactly what was happening. There’s no way this thing can elevate to that level fast enough to keep up. He thought, realizing his dilemma with the BARC. His eyes darted around for a moment, then, Bingo.

There was a section of building jutting out at just the right angle to act as a ramp to get him up there quicker. He steered his speeder across the skylane and depressed the accelerator as far as it would go before quickly connecting his HUD to the speeder’s electronics system and overclocking the repulsors in an effort to give himself some extra height, hoping to whatever deities that existed that this worked. The speeder hit the ‘ramp’ and flew upwards…

A hodgepodge transport that looked like a sneeze could take it apart flew above him, followed by several turbo-laser bolts flying towards his men from Aurek Patrol that were pursuing on jetpacks and speeders. Apparently it was armed. Not good.

Fox’s mind registered three phrases,

Civilians threatened…

Troopers threatened…

Lethal Force: Authorized.

As he flew through the air from his jump, Fox pulled an impact grenade from his belt and lobbed at the transport’s engine nacelles. The grenade landed home, slamming into one of the engines and detonating, sending the transport spiraling onto a section of unused artificial land and crashing with a screech of metal on metal. Fox nodded in approval as his speeder stabilized at the desired level and he saw a Coruscant Guard gunship descend towards the crash site to check for survivors.

Note, add impact grenades to standard unit-wide equipment. Some part of his mind mentally marked down.

Focusing back on the chase, Fox accelerated through the traffic and came upon two Starhawk speeder bikes each carrying two bounty hunters. Seriously? What is with these guys? Fox scoffed.

Before he could zip past them, the passenger on each bike turned and began firing a blaster pistol at him. Fox easily dodged the poorly aimed shots as his mind registered the threat and analyzed the quickest way of elimination.

Speeder blasters too inaccurate. Precision required. Hand-blasters acceptable.

Fox took one hand off the controls and drew one DC-17, firing two quick and precise shots into the backs of his two attackers, making them slump in their seats, unconscious and injured but not dead. He fired two more shots, each one hit one of the repulsors on the bikes, sending them careening into a nearby empty walkway. Two Jet-Troopers peeled off to go arrest them as Fox shot forward again.

Now nearing the bounty hunters’ vehicle, he could identify them. Embo, Aurra Sing, and Cad Bane. Of fekking course. The three top hunters in the galaxy. I thought today would be an easy day for once, no stress. But nooooo…

Fox watched as one of his Jet-Troopers flew forward, attempting to get a disabling shot on the speeder only for Cad Bane to put a blaster-bolt straight through the unlucky trooper’s head. He felt his composure slip for a moment, MURDE— He took a deep breath. Then exhaled. Targets armed and dangerous. Locate efficient way to neutralize and capture.

The hunters flew down a few levels and began zipping through side passages, Fox only a few meters behind them. Finally, deciding he’d had enough, Fox opened up with the high-powered blasters on his own speeder, doing his best to avoid civilians if the shots missed. Finally, the Commander scored a lucky hit and the hunters’ speeder fell from the sky, sliding onto and unused landing pad. He watched as the three disembarked, and then fired a few blasts into the speeder, making it explode. When the smoke cleared, he saw Embo’s hat flying at him. He tried to avoid it, but it clipped one of his repulsors and sent him crashing to the landing platform.

As Fox climbed to his feet, he silently cursed himself for forgetting the Kyuzo bounty hunter’s impeccable throwing skill. Looking up, he spotted Aurra Sing slowly walking towards him with a single blaster drawn. What he also saw, was the blue glow of the Republic Data Crystal he was after in one of her belt pouches. He purposely stumbled in an attempt to draw her closer, he had to get the crystal.

Sing laughed as she stopped about a foot from him, “You were a very brave little clone. Chasing us all the way down here. Very skilled too. It’s almost a shame I have to kill you.” She raised her blaster, and then Fox struck. His left hand shot out, grabbing her blaster and jerking it from her hand. Before she could react, the Guardsman twirled on his heel and sweeped her legs out from under her, sending her to the ground. He tossed her blaster away and drew his own, putting three stun bolts directly into her head. That should keep her down for a while.

Fox crouched, quickly swiping the data crystal and depositing it in one of his belt compartments before snapping a pair of binders onto the stunned bounty hunter. Not a second later, blaster bolts flew his way from Bane and Embo, forcing the trooper into cover behind a stack of crates. As the two hunters peppered his hiding place with blaster-fire, Fox’s mind whirred for a solution. Come on, give me something…. He felt around on his belt, then, Aha! This oughta do. He palmed the thermal detonator, activated it, and then lobbed it over the crates. A moment passed, and then a blaster fired, followed by an early explosion. And that was when Fox rolled out of cover, letting loose a hail of blaster bolts at the two hunters, forcing them to take cover.

Fox focused on Bane, sprinting towards where Bane had taken cover, only for the Duros to explode out from behind the wall, knocking the Commander’s DCs from his hands, but not before he got off a single bolt into Bane’s side. Fox punched Bane in the stomach and went for an uppercut, only for Bane to catch it roundhouse kick Fox’s helmet off. He grunted, taking a step back, only for his eyes to widen and he quickly rolled to the side as Bane’s flamethrower activated. Not good. Eliminate. Now.

He moved forward as the flamethrower turned off, sidestepping a kick and catching a right-hook. He jerked his head forward, headbutting the Duros, sending him reeling. Without giving him a chance to recover, Fox slammed his boot into the hunter’s face, knocking him out cold. And then he remembered, Osik! Embo!

He turned around, only for that damned hat to slam straight into his face. Fox felt his nose break and grunted as blood began pouring down his face. His vision swam for a moment, but he saw Embo catch his hat and turn to run, only for a line of laser blasts to cut him off. He stopped and looked up, Fox did too, seeing four gunships descending from the sky, all with Shock Troopers roping down from them. Embo’s hands immediately raised.

A pair of medics jogged over to Fox, one with his helmet and the other with his blasters. “Sir, are you alright?”

Fox couldn’t help himself, he laughed. “Just another day in the life of a Coruscanti Guardsman.”

I couldn’t help myself. This demanded to be written early.

(The chase scene was inspired by Red VS Blue)

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Vozun - Green territories mechanical genius/repair

Species and slight character backstory:

Vozun Is, quite obviously, a member of the Skakdi's species, but he is part of a long forgotten offshoot once known as the 'spineless' before they 'vanished' and were forgotten by the Skakdi's of old. But they didn't die off, no, they were just chosen for a seperate, side experiment, of Spirah's. When he originally started his experiments on the Skakdi's he noticed differences between both versions of the species, while the 'normal' Skakdi where stronger, tougher and more receptive to elemental control they were quicker to anger and less likely to properly work together, whereas 'spineless' Skakdi while also similarly as quick to anger where much more resistant to his modifications, such as the blood curse (or whatever the 'ell it is they have) and they had a higher average intelligence and were more likely to work together.

So he separated the two differing 'species', any remaining 'spineless' quickly killed due to prejudice and just plain ol' dislike after Spirah left. He brought them to a seperate, more hidden (and quite barren) island, land itself essentially a massive crater surrounded by the 'walls' of the island, converting 8 seprate corners into 'survivable' terrain, creating just enough renewable resources to support a medium sized group of Skakdi, multiple corners would be needed to support larger groups, leaving the middle still in quite a barren state.

Now while that may seem to strange to another he had a perfectly reasonable reason for it, he was going to see how well these 'spineless' Skakdi could work in groups, mentally modifying the 'spineless' Skakdim once he was done on the island, to believe they had always been there and been at war with the 8 other groups over supplies. What he wasn't expecting was how quickly the groups adapted to teamwork or when they nigh-instantly seperated themselves into colours after their first 'official' battle, going as far as trading armour pieces with enemy teams just so they could suppose of the 'dirty colour's' despite meaning they'd have to be on mildly friendly terms for a bit. The teams created where known by the name of their colour. The Reds, The Blues, The Greens, The Blacks, The Browns, The Whites, The Oranges, and The Purples. (Also, don't you dare take any o' these outa context you tumblrs!)

Before and after he chose to leave the Skakdi (choosing to ignore the need of Visorak for the 'spineless' due to their islands walls), he set up a supply drop like system in the middle of the canyon, randomly dropping of supplies, from weapons to food, mechanical parts and more, along with setting up a system that the Skakdi came to calling 'command' that allowed for them to attempt to request certain supplies be dropped, none of the teams ever realizing that they were all being using the same 'command'. All of this would be dropped off into the middle, where there once was a 9th team known as the Yellows, a team Spirah created in response to their colour changes and to add a challenge to their test, making the team bigger than the others and better supplied. At least that's what he expected to happen, so it was a surprise for him when he later returned and discovered that the 8 other teams, realizing the yellows despite their size had highly limited supplies and where ripe for the capture immediately waged an all out war against them and each other, quickly decimating the team and subsumming the Skakdi they captured into their own teams, Spirah's own mental conditioning causing their mentality's to be easier to change. Really all that was required would be a couple days of being held captive and having their armour colour switched to cause them to become semi-loyal soldiers for what was once an enemy team, sure most'd still happily switch back to their own team if they were captured but due to their own pride and strange sense of honour they all retained made it so they'd never let themselves be captured purposely or not fight to the best of their ability.

This also lead to the surprising discovery of how low their death counts were both compared to their spined cousins and how long they'd been fighting, mainly all because of a strange belief of theirs with their helmets. Essentially they see their helmets as the most honoured pieces of armour, being their biggest lifeline, taking one off unless seeing was even seen as the biggest offense against their own colour possible, as if they'd spit in their colour's face (if their colour's had faces that is) and that to have their helmet knocked off was to signify their defeat if it touched the ground, immediately surrendering no matter how loyal (if anything that just increased it).

But all this was nothing compared to Spirah's biggest surprise when he attempted to take them to work for the Makuta, after seeing that his experiments with their spined cousins had failed and seeing how they had succeeded with them, was immediately repelled by the combined and banded together forces of each team, each at first accusing him of being a spy for one of the other 'dirty colours' and attacking him before realizing he was an enemy to all of them after he attempted to intimidate them with a show of power at the yellows old base. It especially didn't help him when they started to send out the elemental weapons, especially the tanks.

After he was repelled he destroyed as many records of the island and experiment as possible out of anger, as for what he did next, well as they say, that's history!

Bio:

Vozun is one of the older (and definetly one of the more demented too) Skakdi on the island, along with also being one of the few too have never changed colours. He is steadfastly loyal to his colour, going farther than even some of the more fanatic Skakdi, charging enemy bases alone but for his weapons to rescue captured Greens and making it out, never taking off his helmet, even when sleeping, heck he's even built modifications into his helmet and head to make it virtually impossible to knock it off! It's as he says "I've been green since day one and I'm not changing now!"

Along with all this he's also one of the most wanted Skakdi on the island by all teams due to his sheer technological know-how! From grafting prosthetics and/or extra limbs, increasing tanks elemental recharge and blast radius to being able to repair or at least build weapons from any trashed vehicles/weapons or just scrap parts!

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He's old, he's grumpy, he's loyal and he's dangerous as all Karzahnni! You want to steal something from his shop? Better be prepared for automatic turret fire! Trying to beat him down in revenge or to make him work for you? Better be prepared for a sonic vibro wrench and matching screwdriver to the head!

He's armed and dangerous and proud to show it!