[center][h2]Aboard the [i]Assimilator[/i][/h2][/center]

As the three Kull Troopers vanished due to the [i]Daedalus[/i]'s beaming technology, Meteor and Rawwk pushed more aggressively on the shielded troopers, the former tossing a flashbang between them and the latter a droid popper. One caused the pair to go blind and deaf briefly and the other shorted out their shields, allowing the focused fire of the two Guardsmen to bring them down, Ahri'ahab's bowcaster bolts sending their crumbled forms crashing into the walls behind them as Yrel put accurate shots into their helmet visors, making sure they were down for the count. On the bridge proper, while resistance had been more than they'd anticipated, within moments the only meaningful resistance remaining was a handful of heavily armored Clone Marines taking cover behind a bulwark. Wrench was already hacking into the ship's controls and had turned the majority of the ship's defenses on the crew down below and had just moved to lock down the lifts when sounds of them coming up reached Rawwk and Ahri'ahab, who'd swapped to his warblade to deal with any survivors.

The pair dove for cover as they reached the top and the sniper took aim as Meteor prepped his grenade launcher and Yrel aimed her dual pistols. After a moment, the doors opened and three [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/99acffac-dd3a-4e2b-a9a0-482758ca1b1e.jpg]soldiers[/url] walked out, long swords on their left hip and a blaster pistol of strange design on their right. "This ship belongs to our lord Anubis. You get one chance to leave of your own volition." Meteor answered in his signature fashion, a HE grenade to the speaker's face, except there was never an explosion. He seemed to twitch and the munition fell to the floor sliced in two. "Very well. You will all make fine sacrifices." Moving faster than someone without the Force should have been able to, they rush the group as the other lift opens and five more file out, rushing those on the bridge. Erin growled as she tried to get a clear shot with her rifle as they moved to engage everyone at close range. 

Eighty clashed with one, only to get flung across the bridge into the group of marines who'd been taking cover, who all scattered from the force of the landing. Scorch Guard and Guardian blasted them, taking them out of the fight before they added to the problem. Groaning as he picked himself up, the familiar sense of a cyborg limb sending flying having knocked the wind out of him, he prepped to get back into the fight. "They're advanced cyborgs of some kind! Not all that tech is ours though, so stay sharp!" Yrel had already traded her blasters for her lightsaber, the lavender blade clashing with the vibrosword of the cyborg soldier.