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Mission: Attack on The Droid Factory – Part 4 of 5

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Kara Zor-El (DM)
A lot was going on at once and so X-Ray Vision wasn’t what first came to mind. Not at all. Kara could cover more than one base at a time and right now it would seem as if she had to. The first thing that got her attention were the troopers who were now in a defensive position. ”We’re about to find out.” She had probably never punched a /literal/ energy shield in this sense. So this was a first. First droideka that she spotted was met with a fist to their energy shield. Would it work at all? These droids seemed to pose more of a threat than previous ones they had encountered up until this point. Added to the fact that there were more than one of them within this factory.

 

Helveraccoon
Fortunately, Kara’s fist would slam into the droid and cave in its odd, semi-circular head; it was the kind of shield which would have deflected blaster bolts and other types of energy. Kara’s fists, having nothing to do with plasma energy, plowed through its shield and did their intended work. The clones, recognizing this, threw ion grenades at the feet of the droidekas behind those closest to Kara, jumbling their systems and rendering them inert. Still more droids rolled up behind, clicking into tripod positions and beginning to fire at Kara. As with the spider droids, the droidekas had been modded; rather than fire lasers, their gun-hands fired off smaller – but still deadly – jets of plasma. Again: expensive weaponry, cheap metal.  The three Heavy Troopers guarded Kara from the closest droids with their electro-staves, allowing her to plough ahead indiscriminately if she chose.

 

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Fists usually did the job. Usually. Or… most of the time. Which seemed to be the case here as well. Even if she had doubts it would have worked it didn’t stop her from trying. The droideka got slammed due to her fist going through said shield. But that was one – there were other droids about asking for the same treament as their friend. Ion grenades were tossed by the troops with her. Those ion grenades did their job with the intended targets. While being shot at, Kara did what she does best – plowed through them, sending powerful kicks and punches through their shields. All while trying to dodge the blaster fires aimed at her.

 

Helveraccoon
The Heavy Troopers followed behind, finishing off whatever Kara stormed past, while the rest of the Troopers threw a second round of ion grenades. Though the droids were alarmingly numerous, in such numbers that even a squad of specialized troopers like this would have been unlikely to defeat without significant losses, Kara’s speed and power was working wonders. Droidekas fell before her, one after another, until, quite unexpectedly, her fist would rebound off one’s shield. This one, and the ones nearest to it, were likely equipped with a different kind of shield: one that traded defense against blaster bolts for inhibiting physical objects passing through. The clones’ blasters would be able to destroy these droids, but they were slightly behind and hadn’t caught on to the difference in shields yet. To make matters worse, several of the still-living droidekas would turn and fire at Kara in a deadly storm of plasma. Tough as she was, unless she dodged this, she might be in for some terrible burns.

 

Kara Zor-El (DM)
They fell, one by one at the speed and strength of Supergirl. And the troopers were showing off some impressive teamwork. She never imagined she would even /think/ that particular thought. Desperate times and all that. Speed and strength were key here. Not only did it defeat those droidekas she faced but it also kept the troopers out of harms way. For the most part it appeared as if the droids were focusing on Kara mostly. Or perhaps only? Either way, she kept up her kicking, punching and speeding. Until one particular shield prevented such from happening. Rebound back, making her stumble in her step. ”That’s new.” Indeed. Would her tactic not work now? Before she could try anything else, she was fired at by a deadly storm of plasma. Burns were not a huge deal and she was able to withstand extreme heat. That was not to say it wasn’t /hurting/, however. Kara was sent flying backwards into a wall, falling to the ground. Video feeds were constantly being shown at the monitors onboard the ship. ”Kara!” Worried older adoptive, badass sister right there. ”I’m okay.” Kara said, catching her breath after said volley. ”Whatever they did, you need to change your tactic somehow.”

 

Helveraccoon
One of the troopers, distinguished from the others by his bronze pauldron, rushed over to Kara as his comrades provided cover fire. Without her in action for the moment, progress was slower, but the stormtroopers had been inspired by her ferocity and were working together with grim efficiency. Gradually, the onslaught of droidekas was thinning. The trooper with the bronze pauldron knelt next to Kara, unstrapping an advanced first-aid kit from his back. “Are you able to continue, commander?” he asked, concern audible even in his helmet-modulated voice. Behind him, the shock troopers shredded the blaster-vulnerable droids with their chainguns, while some of the ones rolling unshielded down the hallway were picked off by the stormsnipers in the back. From much further down the hallway echoed cold, unfeeling laughter, with an unsettlingly familiar ring to it…

 

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Kara listened to the words from Alex. Change of tactic. And Kara is rather versatile as it is. She could do this. /Had/ to. Even one of the troopers approached her. The burning was the tiny part – the wounds less so. Direct sunlight would be the best remedy. Yet no sun to be fun underground. Her eyes looked up to the trooper with the bronze pauldron. Nodding once. ”Yeah. I’m fine. It’s just a scratch.” Or something like that. ”The others need our help.” Yet the laughter was heard then. Cold. From her current position, she stood up and provided aditional fire – Heat Vision. Hopefully that would go through their shields. That being said, getting up on her feet had not been as easy as she imagined. Something about that laughter, though…

 

Helveraccoon
Kara’s Heat Vision was just the change in tactic to do the trick. Neither the plasma-resistant shields nor the object-resistant shields could counter it, and so she burned through the droids just as fast as the firing troopers. Miraculously, it seemed everyone had survived – well, almost everyone. One of the Heavy Troopers lay sprawled on the metal floor, a hideous hole burned through his helmet by a well-aimed plasma jet. His comrades exchanged glances and solemn nods, before looking back at Kara. “Shall we lead, or shall you, commander?” There it was again: Commander. In such a short amount of time, Kara had won the trust of these Imperial soldiers, or so it seemed. And that laughter, echoing down the hallway, faded to just that – an echo. Either its source had departed, or was there, quietly waiting for them.

 

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Commander Kara. And when on the ship it was Captain Kara. She had never held such titles before. The fact she was referred to as commander showed they trusted her. Atleast a bit. Kara took a few breaths as her Heat Vision had burned and melted the remaining ones and the troopers firing had also made short work of the droidekas. That laughter was definitely concerning. ”I can do it.” Her eyes going to the dead trooper. Her sympathy went out to them, even if they were her enemy. Normally speaking. ”These droids need to be shut down or reprogrammed.” Her eyes going to where the laughter had from previously. ”To then be taken off planet.” That was the plan. ”Can this be done?” Kara asked any who would answer. But it was clear she was intent on seeking out the source of that laughter.

 

Helveraccoon
Glances were exchanged again. “That… has nothing to do with our current orders,” one of the troopers began hesitantly. “But it’s been made abundantly clear to us that we’re under new leadership, and the Inquisitor has seconded us to you, so we’re bound to your commands.” Two troopers whose belts were, among other things, lined with repair tools, stepped forwards. “Given some time, we could reprogram these ionized droids. The shattered ones are beyond us: we don’t have the proper equipment.” They sounded doubtful. Reprogramming droids, in the middle of the droid factory? They had been sent to deal with Rebel extremists, and thus far, they hadn’t really /seen/ a single one. Besides, this was still hostile territory. There the stormtroopers stood, awaiting direction while the trooper with the bronze pauldron set about seeing to those who had been grazed by the plasma.

 

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Indeed. It had not been mentioned before. And perhaps she was wrong in mentioning it? Either way, there it was. Atleast they seemed willing to follow said command/order. Which made it a whole lot easier. According to what was being said, it could be done. Aside from those being turned into scrap. ”Let’s check out the laughter first.” Kara advised. ”We’ll have time to reprogam the droids after the extremists have been dealt with.” Or would they? One never knows. Kara was already walking in the direction from where it had been heard before.

 

Helveraccoon
At the end of the hallway, the narrow space would open into a massive area underground. This, obviously, was the centre of the droid production plant. Platforms of varying levels were all around, including open elevators and rails. Active machines were visibly in the process of creating droids of varying types. However, the most prominent seemed to be spider droids and… were those BX commando droids? Being outfitted with /plasma rifles/? Even more noticeable was the congregation of rebel extremists – a hundred of them, maybe more, and all armed with either those vicious plasma rifles or high-end blaster rifles. Many of them seemed to be in the process of having spider droids carry them up into… holes in the ceiling. How curious. At the far side of the congregation, someone was striding about, barking commands in that harsh, deep voice that had delivered the cultish speech before. The voice that had laughed. The person wasn’t properly visible from there, but they could certainly be heard. The Stormsnipers began to move into position, awaiting orders from Kara while the rest of the troopers readied their guns in silence.

 

Kara Zor-El (DM)
They had gotten further inside now. Perhaps they were at the core of the production of these droids. New ones were noted as well. New types. Ones that most likely hurt just as much as the other ones they had encountered. That wasn’t all though – extremists were also seen and heard. Some of which were taken through holes above them. Whatever was going on down here, was bad. As had been mentioned before there was no way of talking to these people. They could use this to their favor. Were the extremists aware of /how/ many were inside? Maybe, maybe not. Kara looked to the Stormsnipers and the others. ”When you have someone in sight, go for it.” Kara would swoop in once the chaos ensued.

 

Helveraccoon
*BLAM* One of the Stormsnipers fired, and the rest followed suit, each shot finding its mark in an extremist’s skull. The extremists were mostly gathered on a large main platform at the far center of the massive room, but some had been standing on elevators or adjacent platforms at different heights. As soon as the snipers fired, they all began milling about, trying to locate the source of the shots – once they found them, the shock troopers had already opened devastating fire with their chainguns, while the other troopers simply blasted away with their carbine blasters. To the extremists’ credit, at that point they dispersed, though some twenty had perished in that opening salvo. Still, many were not quick enough to escape Supergirl if she landed among them. If she was, indeed, among them, though, she would be met with frantic shots from several plasma rifles at once, while that laughter fired up again in the back.

 

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Once the first shot had been fired, Supergirl had landed among some of the surviving extremists. If she was faster than an ordinary bullet, she sure was faster than a blaster fire. While she Stormsnipers and shock troopers were doing their thing, Kara found herself in the center of battle. Possibly drawing attention as well. Something that would work in the favor of the troopers. That laughter was echoing all while Kara took shots here and there. She used her Super Breath on some of them – while others were met by punches and kicks. The plasma was getting to her. But she had to keep on fighting. Had to. Everyone was relying on her. James… Alex… Helveraccoon… the troops… everyone was.

 

Helveraccoon
It started to seem, between the extremists escaping into the ceiling and those being mowed down by the stormtrooper fire and Kara’s fearsome melee, that they were winning. The crowd of enemy Rebels was beginning to thin, and the droids that awoke were being destroyed almost point-blank by the two stormtrooper technicians with ion blasters. The plasma, though painful, wasn’t enough to beat down Supergirl. It was looking up – and then, the noise of a different gun. More vicious, more destructive. If Kara turned to look, she’d see an impossibly fast bullet slice through the air before connecting with incredible accuracy – to one of the Stormsniper’s heads. It punched straight through the helmet, and then, as if to seal the deal, /exploded/, sending a shower of burnt flesh and gore spattering over the man’s adjacent comrades and sending them reeling in horror. Bullets weren’t supposed to do that. Lasers didn’t do that. That laugh increased in volume as the brutal unknown gun fired again, hitting one of the technicians and blasting his body to pieces while exposing the other to fire by the droids he was harrying.

 

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Fearsome melee, trained shots and on-the-go teamwork seemed to be doing wonders for the Kryptonian and her group. The extremists put up a fight, even so. Similar to that of fanatics when their faith is threatened. While the plasma was painful, it wouldn’t keep her down for long. That was not to say it wasn’t taking its toll on her. She just tried to downplay it – had to keep up the good fight and all. The new sounds of a new gun was definitely heard and processed. One of the Stormsnipers were shot… and exploded. Quite literally so. Could she have caught it? Yes, if she had the time to react. But alas, she didn’t. Another one fell after that one. ”No!” Kara exclaimed in both shock, guilt and fear for those who followed her. A path that might be leading them into their doom. Kara sped off to where the bullet came from in hopes of finding the one carrying said gun.

Helveraccoon
The laughter booming around the room faded to an echo, before the blazing gunfire was overwhelmed by a challenging roar. Up close, it became clear who was wielding the gun: a hulk of a man, clad in power armor all too similar to Helveraccoon’s – only, this person towered over the other extremists at eight feet tall. In one of his hands was a bolter – the full-sized version of the pistol the raccoon had gifted Kirk. The thing looked big and heavy enough to be considered a rocket launcher by the standards of a normal human, but the armored man aimed and fired it like anyone would a regular heavy pistol – only, each shot took out another one of the troopers. The cold, menacing eyes of the helmet fixed on Kara, and the man’s modulated, augmented voice called out to her: “You dare enter our sanctum, unarmed and unarmoured? You’re brave, I’ll give you that. Let’s see how long you last!” An exhilarated yell issued from that helmet as he lifted his other arm, wielding a gear-bladed axe that crackled with energy – the same energy of the knife the raccoon had gifted Alex. From the man’s back protruded a mechanical arm, on the end of which was fixed an odd-looking clamp. It moved seemingly with a will of its own, reaching out to snag a Heavy Trooper’s head and brutally splatter him into the floor. As of that death, eight stormtroopers remained of the twelve that had followed Kara into the factory.

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Kara Zor-El (DM)
A hulk. A big foe at 8 feet. One that also carried what looked like a rocket launcher as if it were a pistol. A very strong opponent, she figured. Whoever he was, he was the one behind all of this. Had to be. Which meant he had to be stopped. Permanently. Armor and weapons in the plenty. And here she is – without either. As it should be. ”I’ll last longer than you will.” Kara called out, though that was before another trooper was killed. Only eight were remaining now. Reckless as she is, she used her Super Speed to close the distance between them and would use some of her Super Strength in an attempt to pry the rifle from him. Her goal was to try and disarm the foe first. Doing so would keep the others safe and would give them a better chance at crippling this leader. The same procedure was attempted on the hand that held the gear-bladed axe that he was wielding. Would either or both work? Or would this leader have tricks up his sleeves?

 

Helveraccoon
The man grunted and /received/ Kara’s charge head-on, his feet digging into the metal floor for stability. She would quickly discover that the bolter and axe were wired to his armor. Lasers from the remaining Stormsnipers blasted ineffectually against the armor, seemingly absorbed without the slightest consideration. Perhaps worst of all, as her powerful grip fought the man’s, Kara would discover that this giant was strong. Inhumanly strong. He pushed back against her with enough force to overturn an eighteen-wheeler, while his mechanical arm snapped at her head, trying to catch her in its crushing grip. All the while, remaining extremists and droids flowed upwards into the ceiling, firing back on the few living stormtroopers.

 

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Yep. He was much stronger than a human. So this would be a somewhat even fight for once. The troopers were offering cover fire. Which didn’t seem to do all that much. But they were trying, atleast. As was she. The push from him was enough to make her stumble on her feet. Kara attempted to get a better foothold, trying to send a shattering punch his way.

 

Helveraccoon
In that punch came, smashing against the man’s armor. Now it was his turn to stumble, eight hundred pounds of superhuman and ceramite armor reeling back across the floor. “I /felt/ that,” he said, surprise evident in his voice. Which quickly turned to excitement. “You’ll do wonderfully! I was starting to wonder if there was anyone worthy of a challenge on this planet. I thank you for proving me wrong!” His axe crackled with energy, swinging at Kara in a blur that would test even her incredible reflexes and eye-tracking abilities while he took out another stormtrooper with his gun. The last of the spider droids seemed to have crawled into the ceiling, leaving behind an approximate dozen extremists that were soon mowed down by the stormtroopers.

 

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Kara was taking breaths in between his stumbling and his speech. Indeed – the plasma shots from earlier encounters were taking their toll, even on her. Her eyes were fixed on him, though. She had to pull through. James wanted those droids and was counting on her to get them. Alex was counting on her as well. It had to be her. The enemy appeared surprised by her strength. Some were, others less so. It all came down to if they knew of Supergirl or not. These people probably didn’t. Sounds and noises were all around her, though she had to focus on this leader. He posed the biggest threat as of yet. She was an alien on this planet – and on every other planet she visited, so in that regard she would prove many wrong. She was a worthy challenge and if she was any judge, so was he. When Kara laid eyes on the swinging energy-axe, she did a daring move. Kara sped off towards him, seemingly running right into the axe. But no, that was not it – instead she got down on her knees, sliding on the floor and leaning backwards as much as possible in an attempt to avoid the axe that may just have missed her by mere inches. Once/If said attempt worked, Kara used flight to try and take a hold of the leader, lifting him into the air and possibly slamming him into the ground. If that worked at all.

 

Helveraccoon
The man was monstrously heavy, given the weight of his body combined with that of the armor. No normal human could have hoped to lift him, but then, Kara was no ordinary human. She slid under the axe and seized her foe, lifting him up and slamming him down with crushing force. He gasped, as air was driven out of his lungs – for a moment, before he seized Kara, pulling her into a rib-crunching bear hug. If she didn’t break free, the mechanical arm would reach down and begin trying to tear her head from her shoulders – or, at the very least, crush her skull. Whether it had the strength to do so, given Kara’s inhuman constitution, was unclear, but it had done so easily enough against a stormtrooper’s helmet. The two remaining Heavy Troopers rushed forward to assist their commander while the other stormtroopers stopped firing – they risked hitting Kara if they continued.

 

Kara Zor-El (DM)
No ordinary human being here, that was for certain. So she would have been able to lift and slam him into the ground. There was no telling just /how/ much she could lift. It was alot. And then some. Either way it seemed to give the leader a pause and an opening for the troopers and herself. However this did not seem to be in the cards for them. Kara was pulled into a rib-crunching bear hug! Those were her speciality. Which… wasn’t always a good thing, mind you. Either way – she was caught. So she struggled, her solar energies starting to lower which was not good. Yet Supergirl isn’t one to give up. And so she was using strength to try and pry herself out of his grasp. The two Heavy Troopers had a choice – shoot and risk hitting her or hold their fire. Struggling due to energies getting lower, her eyes went to the troopers in question. ”Don’t worry about me.” She said, struggling to get out of the grip. ”The droids is what we came for.” Such heroic words. She could handle it. But it would hurt like hell, should she get hit.

 

Helveraccoon
“The droids are no use if you’re dead!” Shouted the Stormsurgeon, even as his comrades began grimly firing against both Kara and the armored warrior. She did manage to break his grip – unfortunately, as she hadn’t evaded it, the mechanical claw clamped down on her head and began squeezing viciously, trying to reduce her head to pulp. Were she not Supergirl, no doubt it already would have. Still, the pressure was inexorable. She could pry it off if she chose, but doing so would leave her vulnerable to the armored man’s axe – which, given it was an energy weapon, was probably capable of damaging her quite severely on a direct hit. In any case, she was occupying the warrior’s full attention, which allowed one of the Heavy Troopers to get in a hit with his electrostaff. Miraculously enough, it managed to pierce the man’s armor, digging into his kidneys. And then, in a seemingly parallel miracle, the man fired his bolter at point blank, bursting the brave stormtrooper’s chest open and leaving him a bleeding ruin. Enraged, the other Heavy rushed in, stabbing wildly with his own electrostaff. All the while, lasers pelted Kara and the warrior. His armor absorbed seemingly everything that hit him; Kara would not be so lucky.

 

Kara Zor-El (DM)
”I won’t… die…” In between rapid breaths as she tried to pry herself away from the grip. The squeeze from the mechanical claw was involving immense pain. Yet she tried to bite through all of that. She. Had. To. Fortunately for her, one of the Heavy Troopers managed to give them yet another opening. Staying at the top right now was getting more and more difficult. Sadly said trooper died as well. They were losing people and fast. Lasers were all around them. Kara focused at the face of her foe that was covered by a helmet. Kara utilized her Heat Vision, though was pretty much focusing /everything/ she had on it. Which resulted in her screaming as she used a lot of energy for said move. Attempting to either melt whatever protective armor he had or to make the grip loosen.

 

Helveraccoon
Seized as her head was, her heat vision was projected directly into the claw, causing it to melt and the arm itself to seemingly malfunction. Using her rage as a distraction, the warrior leveled his bolter at Kara and fired, sending a diamond-tipped, rocket-propelled slug into her stomach at thrice the speed – and therefore, thrice the power – of a bullet from a normal gun. Upon contact, the bolt would explode whether or not it managed to punch through Kara’s skin, probably launching Kara back away from the man. He stood up, shoulders heaving, and viciously executed the remaining Heavy Trooper before looking up at his uselessly dangling mechanical arm. Though he was still ready to fight, Kara had destroyed one of his weapons, leaving him with a hundred pounds of dead weight hanging off his back. This seemed to make him deliberate between leaving and fighting, until finally he settled into an imposing battle stance. Amidst a hail of lasers, he waited for Kara to rise, beckoning grimly. “Come on. You’ve fought valiantly, girl – don’t disappoint me now!”

 

Kara Zor-El (DM)
Melted claw causing a malfunction. Progress was being made, yet it was slower due to a weakened Supergirl and lack of troopers alive. Then there was the rifle from him. while it didn’t punch through her skin, the explosion sent her flying away from the leader. She flew a great distance before landing and tossing on the ground. For a moment she was barely moving and whatever movement there was, it was subtle at best. Breaths taken… hands onto the metal floor… regaining and gathering strength just to stand up. Not yet. Still on the floor. The voice from the trooper helped. Atleast somewhat. ”Stay with me, Kara. Stay with me.” Alex spoke via the communicator. ”You can do this.” Reassuring words from both the trooper and Alex. With limited, yet newfound strength, she stood up once more. Stumbling. Not yet. Now wasn’t her time. Took more than this. It was as if she awaited the next move from her opponent.

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