[center][i]"Just do me a favour, keep her safe.""I will, I promise."[/i][/center]

Kieran shook his head but couldn't get rid of the groggy feeling, it was dark. A red light illuminated the cabin and cracks in the door shown buildings beyond, he could see the occasional flick off flame past the cracks, he felt pressure on his waist and his back and he realized that he was hanging from the ceiling near the left hand door, the LAAT was on its side. He checked his arms, it pained him however nothing felt broken. He raised his hand to his belt and clicked the release dropping him down onto the door, where he then slid to the lowest part of the LAAT. As he hit the door with a thud he groaned. He would have to perform a full check later, he donned his helmet and then looked around at his fellow squad members. Pressing his hands against their throats he let out a sigh, none of them were left alive. There was no time to mourn, he could only believe that this shit storm was going on. He stood up, feeling himself wobble on his feet and raised his hand to his head and felt warm liquid [i]Sithspit[/i]. That was going to be a problem, he likely had a concussion. 

He put down his rifle and began taking grenades from the body of those around him, they had no need for them anymore. He stocked up on as many as he could before he moved onto ammo and weapons, slinging a Z-6 Rotary cannon over his back as well as a missile launcher. They'd weigh him down however there was no telling when the next time he'd be able to restock his supplies. Readying is rifle he turned himself to the next problem, how to get out of the ship. When it was sitting on its side the only way out was up, he jumped up grabbing the hand rail pulling himself up and straddled it. Groaning as he did so as his muscles screamed in protest. Half way, he looked at the door which was slightly open. He took the but of his rifle and hit the door, it moved slighty. Another hit... and it opened. Today was his lucky day. Jumping again he pulled himself on top of the craft and was hit by another wave of grief. By the looks of it they had carved their way into a residential building, and through the hole he could see the conflict raging on as various transports and fighters screamed through the sky, what surprised him more was an Imperial Transport crashing down into a turbolaser tower. He braced himself as the shockwave came towards him, however having nothing to hold onto he was thrown against a wall where he then slid down to the bottom.

He groaned in agony as the weapons on his back crushed into him and he coughed as the wind was knocked out of him. Standing up he limped to the hole in the wall where the LAAT had crashed through and he lay down observing the situation, a squad of Imperial forces were moving towards him. Not storm troopers, obviously they didn't expect survivors. Though they were going in the main door so that gave him time to get away, he ran and jumped out the hole onto a nearby walkway, hitting the opposite wall as he failed to stop. That's when blaster bolts began taking chunks out of the wall, he ducked down, grabbed a thermal detonator and threw it through the hole. He didn't even bother to watch the explosion and instead just made his way to the foot of the alley, covering his head as shrapnel and debris rained down upon him. He cocked his rifle scanning the end of the alleyways as he raised his right hand and turned on his radio, though he limited its range. One problem at a time. Aralia apparently was the closest one in trouble. 

He ran, staying low as he did so. No wonder they had gotten close to him so quickly, he wasn't the only LAAT to go down here. Once in the main street he took a dive into cover of a nearby car, leaning over the roof he looked for signs of flames, ducking as a TIE fighter came streaming down in shreds. He didn't bother to check on the status of the pilot and instead darted across the street when he saw the reflected white of the Storm troopers. Cocking his rifle he let off a shot at the lead trooper as he went down, cursing as they spotted him quickly than he could have hoped moving behind a nearby wall. Shots pelted the corner shattering the material it was constructed with, he put his hand onto another grenade. However he decided against it. Instead he moved back and dove through another door. He couldn't afford to get into a prolonged engagement. Darting through the building he could only hope they didn't look through any of the windows, straight through he could see the LAAT, however that wasn't the biggest problem. Hiding behind a hovercar he grabbed the rocket launcher of his back and took aim at a AT-ST walking down the street. Firing as it erupted into flames suddenly fire was concentrated on him and he could hear them barking orders.

He ducked as he heard the glass shatter and the car buckled under the onslaught of fire and he immediately regretted his decision to fire the rocket. He raised his gun over the top of the car, not even looking and firing sporadically towards the enemy position, however that was when a blaster bolt hit the rear of the car and he turned firing and hitting the shoulder of a flanking trooper. Though by a freak accident he appeared to be in luck, an escape pod came down and slid down the street throwing everyone into cover and he took that opportunity to run into the opposing building. Time to break radio silence as he ran up the stairs. "Aralia, it's Kieran. I'm coming up the stairs to the north of the building." He ducked at the top of the steps. "What's going on up there?"