[K4-Bastion-MA] The Battle of Bastion

The cockpit whirred and made unpleasant grinding noises as it opened, and Hayk began to pull himself up, and crawled out onto the fuselage of his ship. His head still spun slightly, and it took a moment for him to orient himself. He took in the scene around him.

It seemed he had crashed on the outskirts of the city of Ravelin. His ship was badly damaged; he was lucky that he walked away with his life, or walked at all. He saw two local military troopers rushing towards the crash. In the distance, he could make out a ship landing, it appeared to be a TIE fighter of some sort. It was the ship he had encountered around Lah'mu, and had followed him to Taris. Somehow, it had managed to follow him here as well. The front of the ship opened, and a man stepped out. His hair was like straw, and he wore a dark robe over his armour. He had a look on his face like someone had taken a bite out of his ronto wrap, and in his hand, he held a metal sceptre, about a metre long. His eyes were fixed on Hayk as he approached, level, and full of anger.

The Battle had escalated quickly.

The two Military guys had stopped a little way from his.

One asked cautiously, 'Are you alright there, mister?' The other stood with his hands gripping his blaster tightly.

'Cuts, scrapes, bruises, but I'll live', Hayk replied.

Suddenly, still some distance away, the robed man yelled to the officers. 'Men! Detain him! He is with the Mandalorians.'

One of the officers turned to him and nodded. He seemed to know who this man was. 'Yes, sir'.

As the other officer began to raise his blaster, Hayk knocked both men off balance, and pushed them to the ground. A moment later, he was in the air, with a light stream of smoke trailing from his jetpack. At this point, the robed man was running towards the scene, and as he approached the officers, he pointed and spoke to them in a harsh tone.

'Leave him to me. It looks like you'll have enough to deal with in a second.'

The men followed his finger pointing to the sky, where they could see two ships flying towards them. Each ship had a long fuselage in the middle, with two blade-like wings. The wings on one ship seemed to be moving into some kind of landing position, and the other turned on a spotlight, which made the officers shield their eyes. They turned and darted back towards the edge of the city.

In no time at all, blaster fire rung out through the night, and the city descended into chaos. On the city's edge, some New Republic soldiers joined into the frey as some Mandalorian warriors fought back the local military.

As the streets were filled with light, and eerie silence filled the rooftops above.

The sounds of battle below could be heard, but seemed muffled by the walls of buildings.

Here, two figures stood facing each other. Hayk glanced through a window, where a man stood in his home, watching the action outside.

'It looks like your death will have an audience.' The robed man said with a confident smirk playing at his lips.

'Promises, promises...', Hayk replied, dryly.

The smirk faded, and electricity crackled around the man's hand which held the metal sceptre. After a moment, a crackling blade of light sprung out from the end of the sceptre, and Hayk unsheathed his sword. The man lunged forward, and Hayk blocked the light with his sword. Sparks exploded every time the weapons collided.