Kebo: Battle for Balmorra
The sky had visibly darkened as the imperial armada moved in and began their orbital assault on the planet. A green hue casts over the land and the horrifying sound of the dreadnaughts cannons filled the air. The cannons stopped and squadrons of bombers shrieked through the sky dropping more pin-pointed attacks on anti-infantry emplacements making way for the wave of troops waiting to storm the gates and take the factories.
Belatrix spoke inspirational and motivating words of praise for her team, talking of pride and addressing the previous battles and how victory was close at hand. Kebo looked around at the troops and nodded impressed; she definitely had them all riled up and ready to lay their lives on the line for their White Lady.
The call finally came for the troops to charge they climbed out of their entrenchments and took to the field. The thunderous roar of thousands of heavy clad boots and blaster fire became deafening and Kebo had to fight to hear the commands coming in from the command team. It took the better part of two hours to reach the factory and despite the imperial air support, the ground troops had to fight for every inch they took.
The inside of the arms factory was perhaps worse, the enemy was well dug in and along with the factory’s internal security features was the risk of setting off the many armaments that were stacked around. Again Belatrix’s forces were able to prevail and push through the first section of the factory and into the courtyard. Kebo paused and looked across the courtyard towards where they were being ordered to attack and seize. It was about 500 meters of open space constantly being peppered by enemy fire, as well as the sky raining down debris as many republic escape crafts were being shot down as they tried to leave.
About half way across the field Kebo felt the stinging pain as a long piece of shrapnel from one of the craft struck him in the back of the shoulder, piercing his armor and tasting flesh. He could taste copper in his mouth, but he pushed forward, there was no turning back at this point and staying in the field would mean certain death.
They made their way through the final building, still having to push hard and fight for their gains. A large gas canister exploded near the group taking out several troops and knocking Kebo to the ground. When the buzzing in his head stopped and his vision returned the pain set in. A large section of his armor from the shoulder down to his wrist was missing, shattered or melted into his flesh. His arm felt like a thousand lava beetles were burrowing their way out of his flesh. Still he pushed on and into the final room.
Before them a single figure stood at the far end of the room, a Jeti Kebo concluded from the outfit, and the flaring of the man’s saber and boisterous words he spoke gave Kebo little doubt he was right. The battle was again hard pressed, the Jeti using shock waves of the force to constantly knock the team off their feet. Kebo was finally able to line up and get a shot off, his arm barely responding to his mental commands, he wasn’t even sure if he’d pulled the trigger or not. It didn’t matter, the Jeti wasn’t hit and before Kebo knew what was happening the force user was in front of him, grinning and retracting his green blade from Kebo’s chest. The mandalorian fell to his knees, smoke puffing out of the hole in his chest from both the front and the back. Then everything went black.
His eyes flickered open and closed a few times, but time seemed to have no relevance in this state. At one point he could have sworn the room was spinning above him, clouds of ghosts and daemons swarming around everywhere. He opened his eyes again, his helm was off and Jubul and Telessa were there, they were saying something but he couldn’t make out the words. Then he was moving, being carried he figured... or perhaps he was dead... His body lurked and pain ripped through his arm as they moved him into an E-Vac shuttle.... he knew he was alive... though he wondered if death would be more welcome.
His mind instantly flipped to Tara, the beloved Chiss he had so recently come to know and learned to love. He fought back the urge to close his eyes and sleep; he couldn’t leave her. Doors burst open as the stretcher pushed into them and he was rolled into a small draped area. Medical staff buzzed around him doing various things and talking without sound. He looked around and finally caught a flash of Azure; but it wasn’t Tara it was Telessa. She was talking to someone who quickly headed away. The room was cold, the pain was subsiding.