The Battle of Ryloth

[5ame_heart]

The role of the 501st in the liberation of Ryloth has been mostly one of orbital support, but Captain Rex has his eye on the boys from Domino Squad.  He's assigned Echo and Fives to the 91st Mobile Reconnaissance Corps for the operation.

According to Rex, his reasoning is that as neither Fives or Echo can pilot worth a damn, they'd better make themselves useful in the ground assault. Echo is optimistically convinced this attachment to an elite Recon Unit is serving as field training for eventual promotion to ARC-Troopers. As Rex has been friendly with them since Rishi and has continually expressed his respect for them as soldiers, Fives doesn't have a reason to disagree.

A major difference between the 91st and the 501st is that the men of the 91st like and respect their Jedi General with the sort of fondness and respect that comes with reliable, understandable and well thought out plans - General Windu seems to like and respect them back, to the extent of their lives as equal to his own, and as highly as they value each other. Skywalker is the same, of course, but the 501st are generally of the opinion that a healthy culture of talking back is a key part of letting your General exactly what you think of showy recklessness.

But one way they match, of course, is that all plans are lucky if they last five minutes' contact with the enemy.

The 91st are engaged with the droid army in the approach to the capital city of Lessu. Ryloth is all mesas and gorges around here; it's hot, much drier than the jungles where they staged earlier engagements, and the ground has a bad habit of crumbling under one's feet - especially when hit by stray blaster bolts.

Fives is right by Echo's side one second, and the next he finds himself slipping perilously down a near vertical face into a gorge, sandy rocks racing past him to the sound of his name being yelled by his brother above. He shouts in annoyance and in shock, and then when his foot makes contact with a rock a few feet down, with pain. 

The rocky nature of this planet acts to his advantage, Fives realises. He's sliding rather than falling, and is able to holster his blaster in time to grab another rock, which jerks his shoulder violently but stops his descent before his fingers slip and he falls again. The Force obviously has plans for him because he's able to combine what purchase he can get with what obstructions there are to turn a death fall into a painful tumble into shadow.

Eventually Fives lands hard on his feet at the bottom of a crevasse deep enough that the fighting above is only distant flashes of light, and next to the less fortunate body of a trooper who turns out to be CT-89-2874 - Fives doesn't know him and so doesn't know what his name was.

He stands up slowly, his legs screaming from the landing, his headache informing him that he may have hit that part of him on the way down. His armor is more than scratched - some of his plates have broken in clear shards, and he's entirely lost one of his  He keys his wrist comm.

"Echo? Sarge? Anyone?"

But there's no signal. And there's no reason to come look for him either, so as far as Echo and the others is concerned, CT-27-5555 is one more casualty of the Battle for Ryloth.

He leans against the rocky wall, and considers his options. 

And that's when he hears something.

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[for_everyone]

Hera steps over the torn droid and carefully avoids the dried blood in the dust. While Fives' boots will protect him, those ants could gnaw through her thin shoes.

But the smell, even as it gets stronger, doesn't stop her from moving forward. More than anything, it's all strange enough that she mostly feel curious. She knows the smell of something dead, though Twi'leks were so quick to burn their own dead that even at the worst times, it wasn't like this. But she hadn't heard anything new about nearby villages being attacked, and the fighters were the battle going on above them -

Hera does stop when she's close enough to the slope to see what's at the base, though she only says, softly, "Oh."

She's never seen this many gutkurrs before, and the droid pieces strewn among their bodies only makes it all look stranger.

[5ame_heart]

Seeing the bodies of animals that are clearly not sapient is like a massive weight being lifted from Fives' shoulders. He walks down towards them more steadily, the filters on his helmet doing a fair job of keeping the smell from being overwhelming.

"Well this is a battlefield I wasn't expecting. Looks like the clankers won this one."

[for_everyone]

"Can't eat droids," Hera says, staying where she is for now.

"Maybe the droids attacked them."

[5ame_heart]

"Droids can't eat beasts either," Fives says thoughtfully, standing and turning slowly to look around at the carnage as he tries to figure out why droids would attack these animals.

"Hera, where do these things live?"

[for_everyone]

Hera lifts her left foot, then lightly touches it to the ground again.

"They make dens underground," she says, "and come up at night to hunt."

[5ame_heart]

"Underground..." he repeats out loud, tapping his foot as he looks around again.

His gaze falls on disturbances in the ground - ruts from dragging things in the dirt, tracks from fast moving animals and droids. It's hectic, but there's definitely a direction.

He glances back up to Hera. "I need to find these dens."

[for_everyone]

Hera is quiet for a long moment, before she lifts her arm, pointing to the pile of dead gutkurrs.

"Their dens?" she asks.

Because even Twi'lek hospitality has its limits, and that is definitely at 'going into a live gutkurr den.'

[5ame_heart]

"Yes," says Fives, regretting instantly that it comes out snappish and impatient.

"You don't have to come with me, just point me at where they are."

[for_everyone]

Hera folds her arms, and stars to walk farther down the slope. She's seen far more deaths caused by the droids than any predator on Ryloth, it might make sense for her to be more afraid of them. But that's because anyone from here would know not to going looking for a fight with a gutkurr.

She still stops short, cover her mouth and nose with her hand, but with the other she points down into a body near the edge of the pile, the dark plastoid of a vibrosword sticking out of its carapace, a BX commando droid's hand still attached to it.

"You should take that," she says. "For if there are any left. Blasters don't work."

[5ame_heart]

"Right, good call, thanks."

Fives takes the hand away, casually drops the arm over his shoulder and grabs the sword in both hands. He has to stick his boot on the rotting carapace to brace himself and haul the weapon out, but it comes eventually. Fives gives it a couple of experimental swings and discovers it's easier to wield two-handed. At least he can carry it with one, but it's already frustrating how few straps or holsters droids carry - he's running out of hands.

For now the sword is rested against hie leg while he opens his vambrace and removes his GAR commlink.

"Here, I'll give you this so you can find your people or my people, tell them where I've gone."

[for_everyone]

Hera shakes her head.

"Give me your knife and I'll come with you."

[5ame_heart]

"Take them both, put them in your pouch."

He appreciates the help, and likely will need it, but he needs her to be able to leave quickly. He puts his knbife in the same hand as the commlink and hands them both over.

"You're to run if it comes to it."

[for_everyone]

Hera slides the comlink and vibroknife into her pouch. She'd feel better with the knife in her hand, but she'll need both to carry the droid rifle.

She only nods at the instruction, and quickly makes her way back up the slope, now looking to the ground to find more blood, or other remnants of the bodies being dragged.

[5ame_heart]

Fives stays close to her, slightly behind so she can lead, but slightly to the side so he can step in front in a second, and close enough that he's nearly carrying his saber over her head.

He elbows her lightly once, his arm making light contact with the lekku rising out of her head, and nods a little way over.

"Patrols as well," he says. "Something's up."

[for_everyone]

Hera waits a moment, listening for the movement of the patrol, then nods her head and keeps moving, taking a path away from it.

The droids did only a little to cover their tracks, the dusty soil noticeably swept around. If anything it makes the trail more distinct for her. She tries to listen for more patrols, but hears something else as they approach another canyon wall. She slows slightly, but doesn't stop, turning at the wall and moving toward the sound.

The sound gets louder as they move down the canyon wall and approach the corner, though she stops about half a meter short of it. It's heavy clanking, distinct enough that Fives likely doesn't need Hera's signal - she lifts one arm and unfolds it, mimicking the movement of a super battle droid.

[5ame_heart]

Fives steps in front of her and presses himself up against the canyon wall. He moves his sword to the hand nearest to the corner, the point resting down on the ground by his feet, ready to lift when it needs.

The other hand signals Hera to get down and taps his hip where her pouch is on her own, pointing two fingers like a pistol blaster.

The rifle won't have much effect at this range, other than to maybe hit him.

He draws his own pistol and listens.

[for_everyone]

Very gently, yet quickly, Hera lowers the rifle to the ground, and draws out the blaster.

She crouches closer to him, and then waits again, listening for the sounds of the droid and picturing its movements around the corner.

[5ame_heart]

Fives is listening to the same. With the hand holding his blaster he splays out three fingers, then folds one in so he's showing...
Two...
One...

As the super battle droid reaches the corner, Fives jumps away from her, using the point of the vibrosword in the ground to pivot around and give himself extra distance, firing the blaster right into the things photoreceptors has he does.

He has time to hear one of the other battle droids saying "...oh no!" as he drops his blaster and uses both hands to lift the sword up, continues his spin as he brings it up to slice into the big guy's shoulder joint, slicing off its blaster arm.

He wishes he's paid more attention to watching the Jedi do this.

[for_everyone]

Hera keeps her fire to the two other, smaller droids. To avoid any friendly fire, but she also moves out far enough from the corner of the canyon wall to draw their fire toward it.

She's not thinking about that, in the moment. Instead, she thinks about the familiar rhythm of the droids' blasterfire, and where she needs to look when she's aiming, to fire sizzling bolts into each droid's plastoid chest.

[5ame_heart]

Fives gets the hang of the sword pretty quickly, and finds he's a fan of the way it manages to get right into the joints of the droid better than a blaster bolt. He dances around it a few times, but at the same time shouts a lot more than he usually would.

He's not good at ad-libbing so it's sort of "Yeah! Take that you stupid clankers!" but the point is to get the attention all three droids on him, or at least split between him and Hera as she takes the others for him.

It makes trying to learn to sword fight extar hard, because occasionally a droid tries to shoot him, but they never were any good at moving targets, and anyway the superdroid is a much bigger target.

Fives takes another arm and then a leg, and the super droid toppleds over enough that he can thrust the vibrosword two handed into its mid section, pulling it out at an angle to rip as many wires as possible.

By this time one of the other droids is already down under Hera's fire, and Fives is able to watch her take down the other without feeling the need to intervene.

"Good work."

[for_everyone]

Hera dips to pick up the rifle, then moves to join him.

"They might be guards," she say quietly, still glancing around the open space where the droids were now scattered. "Gutkurrs burrow holes along the canyon walls, so they -"

But she breaks off as she glances around. The sunlight is catching on a broad piece of plastoid, that looks like it was was torn from the front of one of the Separatist tanks. It's smudged with carbon scoring, and partially buried, but its light color and sheen still jump out on the canyon floor, settled against a nearby wall.

[5ame_heart]

Fives retrieves, checks and holsters his blaster as she talks, eventually following her gaze to the plastoid.

"Well, doesn't that look suspicious?" he remarks.

He walks over to it cautiously, holding the sword in both hands. Instead of touching the plate directly however, he leans his back against the canyon wall next to it, turns the gain up on his helmet and listens.

[for_everyone]

Hera moves around to the other side of the plate, giving it a wide berth as she does so.

Like him, she moves to the canyon wall, but as she has no helmet or anything else to aid her listening, she crouches down, leaning her rifle against her leg as she sets one hand to the wall, and the other to the canyon floor.

[5ame_heart]

"I don't..."

Fives pauses for a second and continues - "I don't hear anything. And I'm not getting anything on their comms. Blaster ready?"

He won't move until she confirms.

[for_everyone]

"They're not coming up," she agrees, quietly.

And as she speaks, she moves her hands from the ground and the canyon wall, picking up the rifle again. She takes a step back, and gives Fives a nod.