Baneloth
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Derek remained in cover, taking fire from various sources. The bar was sturdier than he'd thought, but if the mercs flanked around his position or call in reinforcements, he'd be in trouble. Jessica and Skylar joined him and he noticed the Imperial had a painful looking burn on her shoulder. Corvis and Simus had shown up, and were putting down covering fire, but the mercenaries weren't giving up. Baroth was pinned down somewhere near the VIP section and Derek didn't think he could get to the man. Not without getting both of them killed.
"Alright. Step one is done. We've regrouped. Now we just have to get out of here. Where's Kyle and the others?" Skylar shouted over the roar of the continuing fight. Meanwhile, Simus and Corvis had edged closer. Simus argued that they should stay and help the people in need, and Jessica agreed. Corvis on the other hand pointed out that Dorvalles people were shooting at them just as much as the various thugs and mercs in the place. And he pointed out that the Iron Hands could have reinforcements on the way. Derek didn't need to be told twice. "We're leaving. Someone grab Baroth before Morne or the mercs get to him." He glanced over the counter to see a group of Dorvalles security approaching, weapons aimed. Derek fired a few shots and the group scattered, looking for cover. He ducked back behind the bar and thumbed on his comlink. "Kyle? We're pulling back now. What's your position?"
At the rear of the loading bay, Kyle cursed and ducked behind cover as the mercs opened fire on his position. Mar, Lyssa and the big man with the odd weapon were returning fire as best they could, but he didn't think it would be long before the mercs blasted them. As he popped up to fire with both of his pistols, he saw Dah'Sharrah dash by, a merc falling to the ground as she passed them. Instead of stopping to help, the Khajiit sprang up the stairs. For a second, he was confused. Then he realized she'd been listening to the conversation he'd had with Derek. They all had. Her arrival had distracted the Iron Hands temporarily, and Kyle took the opportunity to fire on them. Two men crumpled, and the rest turned their attention back to the others.
"Kyle? We're pulling back now. What's your position?" Dereks voice was nearly drowned out by blaster fire, but he sounded unhurt. "We're pinned at the loading bay. These mercs really don't want us leaving the party early. Dah'Sharrah went back inside. I think she's going after Ataro. I'm going after her." He reported. "What? Kyle don't-" but the younger bounty hunter was already guessing how fast he'd need to move to get to the the stairs without the mercs gunning him down. "Sorry, no time to talk. Get back to the safehouse." Then he glanced at Lyssa. "Cover me!" He sprinted to the stairs, aware that the mercenaries were shooting at him, and Lyssa and Mar were shooting back. He made it to the stairs and bolted up them after the Khajiit woman.
"Alright. Step one is done. We've regrouped. Now we just have to get out of here. Where's Kyle and the others?" Skylar shouted over the roar of the continuing fight. Meanwhile, Simus and Corvis had edged closer. Simus argued that they should stay and help the people in need, and Jessica agreed. Corvis on the other hand pointed out that Dorvalles people were shooting at them just as much as the various thugs and mercs in the place. And he pointed out that the Iron Hands could have reinforcements on the way. Derek didn't need to be told twice. "We're leaving. Someone grab Baroth before Morne or the mercs get to him." He glanced over the counter to see a group of Dorvalles security approaching, weapons aimed. Derek fired a few shots and the group scattered, looking for cover. He ducked back behind the bar and thumbed on his comlink. "Kyle? We're pulling back now. What's your position?"
At the rear of the loading bay, Kyle cursed and ducked behind cover as the mercs opened fire on his position. Mar, Lyssa and the big man with the odd weapon were returning fire as best they could, but he didn't think it would be long before the mercs blasted them. As he popped up to fire with both of his pistols, he saw Dah'Sharrah dash by, a merc falling to the ground as she passed them. Instead of stopping to help, the Khajiit sprang up the stairs. For a second, he was confused. Then he realized she'd been listening to the conversation he'd had with Derek. They all had. Her arrival had distracted the Iron Hands temporarily, and Kyle took the opportunity to fire on them. Two men crumpled, and the rest turned their attention back to the others.
"Kyle? We're pulling back now. What's your position?" Dereks voice was nearly drowned out by blaster fire, but he sounded unhurt. "We're pinned at the loading bay. These mercs really don't want us leaving the party early. Dah'Sharrah went back inside. I think she's going after Ataro. I'm going after her." He reported. "What? Kyle don't-" but the younger bounty hunter was already guessing how fast he'd need to move to get to the the stairs without the mercs gunning him down. "Sorry, no time to talk. Get back to the safehouse." Then he glanced at Lyssa. "Cover me!" He sprinted to the stairs, aware that the mercenaries were shooting at him, and Lyssa and Mar were shooting back. He made it to the stairs and bolted up them after the Khajiit woman.