02-20-2025, 10:50 PM
Mara’s shoulder slammed straight into a Klingon’s chest as she literally hit home, bowling him off his feet and sending him skidding into a crate.
She grunted in satisfaction and turned as the other drew his mek’leth. There was the sound of metal ringing against metal as she batted his blade to one side with her machete. The Bandaran used the motion to twist her body into a haymaker punch that hammered straight into the Klingon’s jaw with every bit of her prodigious strength behind it. Before he had a chance to recover she’d spun and lashed out with her blade. The hardened steel ripped a ragged gash across his neck and damn near took his head off his shoulders. It was a display of brutal efficiency but it also wasn’t fast enough.
The other Klingon had climbed to his feet and barrelled into Calleja, crushing her up against the nearest stack of crates. Her machete arm was caught behind her and she couldn’t twist to free it. She gritted her teeth as he slammed punch after punch into her body and helmet, her head bouncing off the back of her helmet as it hit the racking whilst she tried to get an angle to counter.
“Celcis, J’dara, go!” Mara spat into the comm, knowing she’d been slowed down too much to reach the 3rd target in time.
Dropping the machete, the Chief waited a split-second for her moment and then head-butted the Klingon full in the face. She couldn’t get enough force behind it to do much more than drive him back but that was all she needed. She ripped a knife from her belt as he came at her again. He was taller, heavier and stronger but that just made Mara grin at the challenge. As he grabbed at her to slam her up against the crates again she shifted her weight and the two tumbled to the deck.
The Klingon landed on top of the woman as she twisted to make sure his full weight came down flat. He roared in pain and dragged himself halfway up, before he realised that her knife was buried to the hilt straight through his heart. Blood streamed from his mouth and he keeled over. The wily ex-ganger had used his weight to force her blade home, at the expense of a crater in her chestplate and what felt like an epic bruise forming where the hilt of the knife had backed up against her under what must have been 300lbs of furious smuggler.
Springing to her feet, Mara winced as she took cover and retrieved her machete. Her helmet visor had a massive crack from one of the many impacts - she couldn’t remember which one had actually done the damage - but she could still see the firefight as it panned out.
I’m gettin’ old or they’re not as fat and slow as I remember she admitted to herself as she caught her breath, before drawing her phaser and getting back into the fight. Calleja added her firepower to the attack on the door as she looked left and right to see if she was needed.
== Post written with GM input via DM.
A bit more GM input please - do Celcis and J’dara manage to take out their Klingon, and how does the attack on the door look like it’s going? ==
She grunted in satisfaction and turned as the other drew his mek’leth. There was the sound of metal ringing against metal as she batted his blade to one side with her machete. The Bandaran used the motion to twist her body into a haymaker punch that hammered straight into the Klingon’s jaw with every bit of her prodigious strength behind it. Before he had a chance to recover she’d spun and lashed out with her blade. The hardened steel ripped a ragged gash across his neck and damn near took his head off his shoulders. It was a display of brutal efficiency but it also wasn’t fast enough.
The other Klingon had climbed to his feet and barrelled into Calleja, crushing her up against the nearest stack of crates. Her machete arm was caught behind her and she couldn’t twist to free it. She gritted her teeth as he slammed punch after punch into her body and helmet, her head bouncing off the back of her helmet as it hit the racking whilst she tried to get an angle to counter.
“Celcis, J’dara, go!” Mara spat into the comm, knowing she’d been slowed down too much to reach the 3rd target in time.
Dropping the machete, the Chief waited a split-second for her moment and then head-butted the Klingon full in the face. She couldn’t get enough force behind it to do much more than drive him back but that was all she needed. She ripped a knife from her belt as he came at her again. He was taller, heavier and stronger but that just made Mara grin at the challenge. As he grabbed at her to slam her up against the crates again she shifted her weight and the two tumbled to the deck.
The Klingon landed on top of the woman as she twisted to make sure his full weight came down flat. He roared in pain and dragged himself halfway up, before he realised that her knife was buried to the hilt straight through his heart. Blood streamed from his mouth and he keeled over. The wily ex-ganger had used his weight to force her blade home, at the expense of a crater in her chestplate and what felt like an epic bruise forming where the hilt of the knife had backed up against her under what must have been 300lbs of furious smuggler.
Springing to her feet, Mara winced as she took cover and retrieved her machete. Her helmet visor had a massive crack from one of the many impacts - she couldn’t remember which one had actually done the damage - but she could still see the firefight as it panned out.
I’m gettin’ old or they’re not as fat and slow as I remember she admitted to herself as she caught her breath, before drawing her phaser and getting back into the fight. Calleja added her firepower to the attack on the door as she looked left and right to see if she was needed.
== Post written with GM input via DM.
A bit more GM input please - do Celcis and J’dara manage to take out their Klingon, and how does the attack on the door look like it’s going? ==