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Wen Yuanjun


As the fighting in the Hotel died down Wen came out from behind the counter and went to check the status of the downed Tarheel by the door, by this point he was thoroughly dead and was laying in a pool of his own blood. Wen gently pulled his eye lids down before walking over to the downed raiders and starting to scavenge anything of use from what little possessions they had as she rakes through the pockets of the raider she shot coming over the coffee table she groans prompting Wen to draw her knife and cut the wounded raiders throat, before wiping it off on the raiders clothes.

Disappointed at the lack of anything worth looting from the corpses of the raiders infront of the counter she gets to her feet again and walks towards the front door of the Hotel looking for more corpses to loot, she makes the point of stepping on a dead raiders chest as she passes over them.

As she exits out the front door she finds a number of downed raiders in the street and begins her process of looting them for any ammunition, supplies or anything that could be sold for a profit and manages to recover some broken electronics and low-grade weapons and knives that could be sold on later. She tucks them into her backpack and continues the job of making sure they're all dead, moving from body to body methodically cutting their throats while she whistles songs she heard on the radio, ignoring the stares and whispers of anyone passing around her.

By the end of it she's recovered a modest amount of Caps and yet again wipes her blade clean on a dead raider's clothes before standing upright and looking around and taking not of the brotherhood presence... And speaking to herself and no one in particular. "These guys are the same as the ones down south right? Power Armored assholes?"
Wen was crouched behind the Hotel reception desk as rounds impacted the wall behind her as the Raiders rushed the Building which housed non-combatants, wounded and a scattering of defenders to watch over them. She was one of those defenders and was posted to the front of the building as the Raiders tried a brute force assault through the front doors, one of the Tarheels in the building had been caught outside of cover and lay wounded in the Foyer propped up against a pillar with a steadily growing pool of blood around him oozing from the wound in his gut.

An armed trader who had volunteered to help stand guard was cowering behind the reception desk and trembling the fight having terrified him to the core. The other guards watched over the Foyer from the upper floors and staircases and began a methodical and consistent rate of fire down onto the Raiders fighting their way into the building.

The Raiders launch another charge into the Foyer and hearing heavy footsteps approaching the counter Wen pops up and fires two shots into the man bearing down on them, he's a tall, lanky man with scars on his arm from drug use. His eyes are wide and moving rapidly, he lets out a scream as he approaches the counter but his charge is cut short by a round in his left arm and another in his chest. He stumbles and falls head first into the sturdy counter with a loud thud.

Wen crouches back down behind the counter and takes a deep breath "One Down!" the sound of gunfire and groans of agony echo in her ears as the other defenders whittle down the attackers, more running footsteps approach the counter and she pops up again and fires three shots this time towards a woman rushing towards her with a crowbar and neon pink mowhawk, the shots hit her in a loose grouping moving up her torso sending her flying back over a coffee table, her impact turning the table into little more than firewood.

The raiders attacking the hotel are pinned down at the entrance by the combined fire of Wen and the other defenders of the hotel, leaving them with shrinking numbers and not much options. She fires some more shots towards the door in an attempt to continue suppressing the attackers, by this point the wounded Tarheel has stopped moving and seems close to death while the Trader next to her has pissed himself. Wens heart has been pumping with adrenaline ever since the Raiders forced their way inside the Hotel and as she sits waiting for either another wave from the front door or for reinforcements to arrive she sits behind the counter, a little further from the Trader than before with plaster from the ceiling and walls falling onto her helmet making a pattering sound as rounds impact the walls and ceiling around the reception counter. "Jesus... And i thought you stank before. Try not to piss yourself in your next fight."

I'm working on a CS if thats alright, should have it done tomorrow night.
Hmmm... Maybe time for an old man clone...


Sharp hears the unfolding drama, He jumps to his feet and grabs his helmet and DC-15 and runs his way back towards the cargo bay, the sound of the fighting punctuated by the sound of his boots pounding on the floor as he runs. He double checks his ammo count as he runs through the halls.

He slides into the cargo bay and leaps into cover just as Sable fires off the Turbo Lasers, kicking up dust and debris. He peeks up and over his cover and aims his weapon out the door towards the last known location of the contacts. He calms his breathing and watches for any movement.


Sharp walks up through the ship nodding at sable as he passes, He takes his weapons to the corner of the hanger where he keeps the AT-RT. He puts his weapons down on the workbench and pulls the tarpaulin curtain shut to the makeshift workshop made out of crates, The AT-RT is kneeling in the centre of the small area surrounded by it's spare parts.

Sharp pulls up a stool to the workbench and resumes working on one of the servos from the left leg of the AT-RT, He reaches over and turns on his old recordings of Grand Army of the Republic Radio. He gently cleans the servo as he completes his maintenance, He glances up and looks at an old necklace that hangs from part of the tool rack above the work bench.

He picked up the necklace when he was given it as a gift by a woman he rescued from drowning during a recon mission on the jungle planet Varonat. She then led them through the jungle to their over-watch point, He gently holds the bird shaped pendant in his hand and rubs his thumb over it for what feels like the thousandth time.


"I miss you Sarvia..."


He lets the pendant swing as he lets it hang from the hook and returns to working on the servo, He needs a part and he's probably going to have to make a special request to his home to get it...




Sharp looks out of the Cargo Ramp watching people pass by the landing bay, He looks to his left just as a blaster bolt flies over his head, He dives for cover behind a crate and switches his DC-15 to fire blaster bolts instead of stun.

"Contact! Gunman to the left outside the door!"

He peaks around the corner of the crate and fires some aimed shots at the enemy, He leans back into cover and takes a thermal detonator off of his belt arms it and shouts at the top of his lungs.

"DETONATOR OUT!"

Sharp chucks the Thermal Detonator in the direction of the shooter and hunkers down behind cover again, waiting for the distinctive crump of the detonator.

"It looks like one guy and his mutt but there could be more... Stay frosty! And someone get hold of Solace and let her know we've got contact!"

Sharp's heart pounds with the adrenaline of the sudden ambush, He takes a few deep breaths as Lucien fires back and Lucien's shots fly past him, Sharp leans out of cover again and fires more shots in the direction of the enemy.

CC-3011 "Sharp"


Sharp lowers his weapon slightly as Airus approaches the Stowaway, He clips the binders onto his belt and stands up. For the first time he looks around at the crowd gathered in the Cargo bay.

"Now Sharps, Sable? Until the captain gets back I suggest we close the ship up and check it over once more, make sure we have no other unexpected guests."

Sharp nods and stares at the Twi'lek as he walks past and heads to the control console beside the loading ramp to check the system for anymore irregularities.

"Why the hell are there always stowaways?! Damn near every ship i travel on has a stowaway... Going all the way back to my first encounter with one of them on the "Fearless" after the Battle of Dinlo... Stupid little forest creature or something decided it was gonna cling to the underside of an AT-TE and try to set up home in the vehicle depot..."

He shakes his head in despair as he uses the console and recalls the strong pine smell in the fresh air of the forest planet Dinlo, Mixed in with the smell of burning circuitry, blaster discharge and burning foliage. The sound of BTL-Bs swooping low over the canopy of the forest to carpet bomb approaching droid formations.

With an anguished groan he slaps the side of his helmet in an attempt to clear his mind of the vicious Battle of Dinlo.
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