[color=orange][b][right]Teth // Baxel Sector // Separatist Space[/right][/b][/color]

The shuttle rocked as it flew through incoming fire, swinging down in an arc it landed in a clearing just out of range of the compound. The door hissed as the cabin was depressurized to equal that of the native atmosphere. The humidity was the first thing to hit the Lasat at the front of the pack. He stretched himself, reaching back pulling his Bo-Rifle from behind his back and into his arms. He raised it into the air. [color=orange]"FORWARD!"[/color] He charged forward, as the two cruisers swooped in overhead. Their cannons firing at the compound, their shots bouncing lazily off the shields as they finished their downward arc and landed. Their ramps dropped as more mercenaries spat out of the bowels of the ships, blaster fire continued to rain towards them as Vorkro jumped from cover to cover, occasionally firing towards the enemy's position. 

A trio of Z-95s swung overhead in pursuit of a squadron of Vulture Droids, who in turn were chasing a Kom'rk fighter. There was an explosion beside him as he jumped over a fallen log, tucking in behind another nearby tree. He peered around, in the distance he could see the B1 and B2 model droids marching towards them. In between his people and the droids he could vaguely make out one or two Mandalorians. He shouldered his rifle, closing his right eye as he aimed down the sight. A blast hitting a B1 and blasting its head off. The droid continued to walk for a couple of steps shooting wildly until it fell to the ground. Vorkro lowered his blaster and raised his right arm up, activating his commlink.

[color=orange]"Teams two and three break and try and capture them in a pincer. Team one, you're with me. Right down the middle."[/color] He received some clicks confirming his order before he spun around the tree, blaster raised. Shots rang out as he advanced, he started at a walk but after the first couple of shots, the droids became aware of the incoming threat. Fire erupted around him as his mercenaries started to exchange fire with the droids. The Mandalorians spurned on by their fresh support started to push their advantage. Moving out of cover and charging the droids.

Vorkro rolled his eyes as he continued to speed up, his powerful legs meant he was leaving all but his fellow Lasat behind. Jumping over obstacles, pushing himself off trees to keep up his momentum he never slowed. Twisting as a B2 fired a rocket past him. He winced as he heard the telltale screams behind him. He couldn't worry about that now though, he trusted the medics to do their job. He had too.

He switched the rifle to his right hand as he got in close to the droids, it expanded out into an electrostaff as he smacked the blaster out of the hand of a B1 before he skewered its chest. At this point a woman in red armour moved up beside him. [color=orange]"I thought you said there were eight droids-"[/color] pulling his staff back in he fired a series of bolts into the body of a B2 that was bearing down on him [color=orange]"-where'd you learn to count?"[/color]

Vorkro heard Moriha laugh beneath her helmet. The helmet making it metallic and tinny sounding. "Mandalore. There's only about 8 Mandalorians worth of droids. I wasn't far off."

Fired rained above as the fighters made another pass. Vorkro let out a grunt in frustration as he took a knee and fired in a wide-sweeping motion. Ducking back behind cover as a couple of bolts got too close for comfort. [color=Orange]"If there are only eight Mandalorians worth, why did you need me?"[/color]

The Mandalorian launched herself into the air, as she came crashing down to her knee a series of mini-missiles lanced out knocking the heads off nearby droids. "I only brought three Mandalorians." 

Vorkro pulled a thermal detonator from his belt, primed it, and tossed it over to her. She threw it into a wide arc. Landing in the middle of a group of approaching droids. His comm chimed and he raised it as he pulled himself tighter into cover. Bolts scoring the tree, throwing splinters into the air. [color=orange]"Go ahead"[/color]

The garbled voice of his Mon Cala XO came through the communicator. [color=6ecff6][i]"Captain. We're picking up Separatist reinforcements on long-range scanners. They'll be here within thirty minutes."[/i][/color]

[color=orange]"[i]Karabast.[/i] Any idea what we're dealing with?"[/color]

[color=6ecff6][i]"At least two cruisers and a frigate."[/i][/color] The subtext being obviously, [i]more than we can handle.[/i].

[color=orange]"Copy that. We should still have some mines in storage, deploy them as you see fit, and keep me appraised."[/color] It wasn't the best plan, but all they had to do was slow them down enough to allow Vorkro and Moriha time to finish down here and pull back. Lowering his communicator he popped his head up above the log, raising his voice to be heard over the blaster fire. [color=orange]"You get any of that?"[/color]

The Mandalorian didn't reply, as she continued to push forward with the support of her own people and his men. Twisting in a roll he brought himself back up, firing at the remaining nearby droids. [color=orange]"Whatever you're hiring me for [i]better be worth it!"[/i][/color]