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Lord Wraith
Eddie Brock
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Konan375
Captain Uni
Supermaxx
Altered Tundra
The warbling and the trilling roused him, pulling him from his stupor and bringing him back to his senses. Krang coughed through a throat full of smoke, his lungs burning. Adrenaline shot through his system, bringing him back to his senses. The X-Wing bobbed and weaved slightly, then he looked out in panic as the nose of the craft, all broken and bruised, started to tip below the waterline. The cracks in the hull filling with water. Slapping one control, he watched as his bag of gear appeared in a flurry of bubbles. With his free hand, he undid his restraints and hit the switch to pop open the canopy. There was a dull thunk, and he pushed against the canopy, but it didn't open.
He tried it again. Thunk. Looking back at the controls, he scanned over them, as he noticed various switches and lights flickering on and off indiscriminately. The water was seeping into the system and shorting out the electrics. A sense of urgency was evident in his movements now; he pulled the manual releases, then heaved on the heavy transparisteel cockpit, forcing its hinge to give way. The humidity assaulting him, he looked up as the remaining TIE fighters performed a perfect spiral, then dove and shot off into the distance. Looking towards the shore, he could faintly see figures on the beach, which were no doubt the rebels he was supposed to rendezvous with. Jumping out of the seat, he grabbed his bag and swam for shore.
The water was shallow, just barely too deep to stand, as he kicked he tried his best to listen to the sounds going on around him. Every time Krang's head dipped beneath a lazy wave and he lost track of the world around him, his heart rate increased. He had already been ambushed once today, very nearly twice. To say he was on edge was a distinct understatement. A shadow crossed over his head as he surfaced, and he stood. His heavy feet sank slightly into the thick mud beneath him. A Gozanti-Cruiser passed overhead, two AT-ST scout waters hung from its belly. Followed shortly by a Sentinel-Class shuttle. Already laser fire started to go out between the rebels on the beach and the larger vessels, as the cruiser dropped low over the shallows it shook slightly as the walkers dropped into the water in a resounding splash. Their knee joints bending slightly to absorb the shock of impact.
Heavy laser cannon shots of angry red energy lanced into the rebel position, and he winced. The shuttle would be carrying at least a squad of stormtroopers. He was effectively cut off from his support, the only thing he had that could make a dent in the walkers was a well-placed thermal detonator and there wasn't any guarantee that he could make that shot from this far away. He looked around, panic setting in. For any other beach, any other angle of attack he could take or any other avenue for retreat that he could possibly find.
He tried it again. Thunk. Looking back at the controls, he scanned over them, as he noticed various switches and lights flickering on and off indiscriminately. The water was seeping into the system and shorting out the electrics. A sense of urgency was evident in his movements now; he pulled the manual releases, then heaved on the heavy transparisteel cockpit, forcing its hinge to give way. The humidity assaulting him, he looked up as the remaining TIE fighters performed a perfect spiral, then dove and shot off into the distance. Looking towards the shore, he could faintly see figures on the beach, which were no doubt the rebels he was supposed to rendezvous with. Jumping out of the seat, he grabbed his bag and swam for shore.
The water was shallow, just barely too deep to stand, as he kicked he tried his best to listen to the sounds going on around him. Every time Krang's head dipped beneath a lazy wave and he lost track of the world around him, his heart rate increased. He had already been ambushed once today, very nearly twice. To say he was on edge was a distinct understatement. A shadow crossed over his head as he surfaced, and he stood. His heavy feet sank slightly into the thick mud beneath him. A Gozanti-Cruiser passed overhead, two AT-ST scout waters hung from its belly. Followed shortly by a Sentinel-Class shuttle. Already laser fire started to go out between the rebels on the beach and the larger vessels, as the cruiser dropped low over the shallows it shook slightly as the walkers dropped into the water in a resounding splash. Their knee joints bending slightly to absorb the shock of impact.
Heavy laser cannon shots of angry red energy lanced into the rebel position, and he winced. The shuttle would be carrying at least a squad of stormtroopers. He was effectively cut off from his support, the only thing he had that could make a dent in the walkers was a well-placed thermal detonator and there wasn't any guarantee that he could make that shot from this far away. He looked around, panic setting in. For any other beach, any other angle of attack he could take or any other avenue for retreat that he could possibly find.
