Blood in the Feathers (Ep. One)

[Cyrus Falcor]

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/40526-dragon-droids-pty/

Dragon Droids, the home to all the Red Raven droid manufacturing on Antecendant. The first locale for Cyrus' attack on the Ravens. He been here before, was semi-successful and wanted more. This time, he was going for bigger. Better. And more Death. Standing on the roof of the adjacent building, Cyrus looked on as he studied the guard routines. He'd been watching for days, waiting to strike. In waiting were a few barrels rigged to blow. His signature choice of death. Chlorine Bombs. Ten of them had been delivered just a day prior as an intercepted order of machine oils and lubricants. Set in a storage area, Cyrus now waited for the change in guard.


He slipped down into the alley, the as the guards changed, he got into a power box on the outside of the factory. The main controls were inside but this box was the feed from the city to the plant itself. He worked the wires into a control switch that he had on his person. Then he darted back into the alley as the guards passed, none the wiser. On the security cam that looked over the back of the building, the silhouette of Cyrus was picked up moving towards the loading dock. Reaching the door, a guard passed by, unlucky for him. A hand reached out for his mouth, and a blade appeared through the front of his chest. Then, the lights went out. The whole building went dark.

There was no doubt that an alarm would be triggered at the Raven HQ. They were smart enough for that. Slipping into the door, Cyrus danced around a couple guards as he snuck his way up to the control room where the foreman and a technician were working on the power, trying to get it back on. The slight whoosh of the automatic door alerted the pair of the arrival on a guest. But this guest was not who they expected, nor wanted. As the door slid closed behind Cyrus, the tip of a blade slid out the bottom of the long cloak he wore. The frightened looks on the faces of the men were the last faces they made on this planet.


(OOC)-http://starwarsrp.net/topic/47928-blood-in-the-feathers-red-ravens/#entry734203


[member="Deborah Waller"] [member="Roadblock"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="Dakita Calfur"] [member="Val Cardin"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Roadblock]

Sitting in his new favorite chair at the raven HQ he spots a line of switches with small red circular lights on the top he noticed that one of the switches was flicked down and the red light above it was was off he sat there waiting for a minute or two wondering what it is for, being the new guy he wanted to learn more about the base soon enough all he could think about was this switch so he sat there staring at it, in his head he was thinking "doing nothing is soooo boring,ARGHHHHHHHHH ok im gonna flick it",wheeling over to the switch slowly he extends his hand waiting for a minute or two his fingers just slightly off this switch. the switch that has been racking his brain for the last 5 minutes. he finally brings himself to flick the switch and just as he does he hears

BEEEB BEEEB BEEEB BEEEB

laying on the floor from freaking out causing the chair he is sitting in to capsize he thinks to himself "OH NO WHAT HAVE I DONE, I'VE GOT A FLICK THAT SWITCH BACK OFF" he reaches up with all his strength straining to reach this switch just at the edge of his fingertips like a minute ago he just manages to flick it with his middle finger.. "NOTHING HAPPENED WHY ISN'T IT WORKING!!!"
he gets up and starts to furiously flick this one tiny switch on and off, on and off, on and off hoping no one would come in and see what he has done

 

[Armand Temi]

Dak was in the DPC (Dragon Palace Casino natch) trying to beat the high score on her favorite video game, Swoop Bike Speedway. She was almost there, just 5 more laps to go and then she would be able to proudly type her name into the console under the number one spot. She karking ruled this game! But her concentration was broken when her Twi'lek bodyguard came up behind her and hip against the monitor, said "Dak, you better come see this." She was distracted now and crashed and burned on the last lap.

"What now? Do you realize how close I was that time. Arggggg!"

"Something's happening at the Droid factory."

"What does this have to do with me?" she asked sullenly.

"Because Frab says Cryax is out on business with his security detail and he wants some of his Ravens to look into this personally."

"Frab can just frab off for all I care."

The yellow-skinned Twi'lek gave Dak a warning glare and she knew right away that Frab, Cryax's personal assistant, was pretty much right behind her.

"Dakita Calfur, I'll tell him you weren't interested in protecting the business interests of the Red Ravens. I'm sure he'll absolutely agree that it's not your job and that you should receive a promotion today for just sitting around playing video games," the Bothan clipped. He turned to go but Dak put a hand on his arm to stop him.

"Fine I'll go," she said with a snarl. She had picked up many Twi'lek curses from being around her bodyguard and she muttered quite a few of them as she walked out of the Casino. But she ultimately decided a video game high score she could beat. Her boss's legendary foul temper she could not. Dak would check out whatever was going on and then gleefully let Frab know later that it was probably some stupid, slimy Ancedent rat which had chewed through some electrical equipment and tripped the alarm.

[member="Deborah Waller"] [member="Roadblock"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="Val Cardin"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

As usual Daxton was in his usual table at the bar, once that gave him a commanding view of both the bar and the casino below them. Many sought to join him during these rare times he appeared outside the Academy, but few were desperate enough to do so. Currently, the Sith was enjoying a meal of medium rare bantha steak dosed in a creamy sauce of Black Forest mushrooms while listening to a young man from Naboo discuss why he would be a good selection to back for political office.

The silver knife sliced the bloody meat into strips before being skewered and stuffed into the Zabrak's mouth, chewed on softly while disconcerting Orange eyes studied the man before him.

"Your proposal is most interesting, and should be profitable based on the outline you propose. However I do have an additional stipulation. I will aid you in removing possible contenders to the position you seek, but once you gain power you will use it to expel any and all Jedi influence on the planet, as well as allow us to build a Sith Temple in the capital. Agreed?"

The politician had no real choice but to agree if the power he wanted was to be his, so he agreed to the Sith's terms. Just then Daxton received an encrypted message via series of coded clicks on his gauntlets. "If you will excuse me, I have a pressing matter to attend to."

Without waiting for a reply, Daxton rose from his chair and don on his mirrored helmet, so he could get a direct update on his HUD. Making his way to the rooftop where his swoop bike was parked, he got on and kicked it to life before making a beeline towards the droid factory.

[member="Cyrus Falcor"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

[member="Cyrus Falcor"]

Data steams fed information directly into the Sith's helmet as he piloted his vehicle to the point of contact. The Sith was trying to determine the extent of the attack as well possibly estimate the number of attackers on the ground. Pour more throttle, he increased his speed to ensure he would be among the first to respond on the scene.

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

(Thanks Daxton for the reminder)

Cyrus stood over the console in the control room, typing away at the security protocols. His hands moved swiftly. Glassing firewalls, and cracking backdoors. The floor below showed the lights over hundreds of droids. The lights of their photoreceptors began to ignite one by one. With the new commands given and the protocol rewritten, Cyrus was gaining his army. The first forty droids reported to the transport shuttle used for shipping the droids about the city. The next forty moved to the perimeter of the complex. The last one hundred and twenty, moved out into the city.


Cyrus took out his sword and stabbed it into the console once the commands were complete. Cyrus walked to the door were the 120 were marching into the streets. Their orders were to kill civilians at random. The first forty, in the shuttle piloted it off to the outskirts of the city. There they would wait until three days. The remaining forty moved forward with Cyrus into the underground.

(The next posts will be NPC driven for story purposes. Enjoy)


[member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Dakita Calfur"] [member="Roadblock"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="Deborah Waller"][member="Val Cardin"] [member="The Upright Man"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

[member="Cyrus Falcor"]

As reports began coming in about rampaging droids, Daxton plotted an intercept with the largest group spotted. When he was close enough, he parked his vehicle and drew his weapons. The red and blue blades hissed to life as began hunting down the street for any renegade droids. It wasn't too hard to find his prey, all he had to was follow the stream of panicked civilians back .

 

[Roadblock]

hearing an announcement go over the bases sound system about a droid facility being attacked he quickly made his way to his ship packing a large container with a hand painted name on it called "hellga" he smiled as he jumped into the ship the seat having his heavy durasteel armor waiting for him he quickly put on the chest piece and legs figuring he could put the rest on the way there,

as the ship flies out of the hanger he punches in the co-ordinates for antecedent hoping to find the thickest fight and help out any ravens currently there