Breaking the Seal {First Order Dominion of Hex E-50}

[Marriskcal Lati]

Praetorian Initiate Hopeful
Operation Cold Sabre
Codename: Agent Five
Callsign: Shadowstar
Equipment | Mk. I RAKGHOUL Semi-Powered Battle Armour with Repulsorlift Technology, Training Lightsaber, DE-39 Maser Rifle, Throwing Knives, Binding Wires, Injector Pens filled with Lecepanine
Location | Eastern Mineshaft, Hex E-50
Allies | [member="Kyli DT-6767"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Omen"], [member="Primat Ren"]
Enemies | [member="Balthor"], [member="Auld"]
Status | In this case, would Omen be the Alice to my white rabbit?

[SIZE=11pt]The initiate ended up being unable to reply her brother as her unit leader exploded into action, only managing to send him a blend of fond and be safe through the force before she focused back on the death trooper.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Marriskcal barely had time to get a firm hold of the grenade the death trooper had handed her when it was quickly followed by a set of instructions. The youngling stiffened when she heard that they were to freefall to the bottom. Of a mineshaft. How is this my life[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]?[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] It was a given that with the battle armour she was encased in and her own force abilities, she would probably end up just a little worse for wear. But it did not mean that the blonde was in any way pleased at the knowledge that she would be hurtling down a who-know-how-deep shaft.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The dawning realisation that ALPHA 2 has stated it in a matter-of-fact tone only made the youngling wonder how often did a death trooper have to do such exploits that they made it sound like it was normal. Despite her reservations, Marriskcal had full intention of carrying out the task assigned to them. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The gaping darkness of the shaft that greeted them only deepened her misgivings, but the initiate shoved her apprehension to the back of her mind as her HUD detected the approaching turbolift. They only had a short window of time, between the car coming to a stop and its doors opening to allow its passengers to alight. At the humanlike query from her droid companion, the blonde shook her head. “I’m not,” she confessed, preparing herself to leap into action the moment the car started to decelerate. “But I won’t let that stop me.” It was not something Marriskcal would readily admit to another human.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Jump after I do, Agent Omen. Don’t forget to engage your magnets.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The numbers that were displayed at the corner of her HUD were in the low digits, and the force was stirring, urging her to move. Here goes nothing. Taking a deep breath, the initiate jumped, manipulating the force to cushion her landing. Though the turbolift car was starting to slow, the impact of her landing was still significant. If not for the armour she wore, Marriskcal knew she would probably break both her legs in the attempt.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]7 seconds.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Marriskcal whipped out her lightsaber and flicked it on, its synth-crystal blade casting an eerie red glow on both droid and youngling in the gloom. Without pause, she dropped into a crouch and engaged her boots, flipping the hilt so that the plasma blade was aimed downwards. Her hand steady, she carved into the top of the turbolift, creating a hole wide enough for the next step. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]5 seconds.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Shouts of alarm filtered through the small opening. She ignored them, allowing the force to guide her actions as she replaced the lightsaber in her hand with the grenade ALPHA 2 gave her. 3 seconds. Deftly twisting the timer for 3 seconds and a press of the panel, the device was primed and started its countdown. She held on to the fragmentation grenade for a second, to give the hostiles trapped within as little time as possible to react, before she slammed it into the enclosed space. Soon to be their metal coffin.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]1 second.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Screams replaced shouts, as the car shook from the force of the detonation. The emergency alarm began to blare, a sure warning that the safety mechanism was failing. Marriskcal grasped at a groove as the turbolift began to shudder.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]They fell.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Marriskcal will never admit that she screamed on their way down.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It was one of the harder things the youngling had to do in her short life. While there was a streak of impetuosity in her, it was not her nature to commit dangerous acts needlessly. It took ample applications of logic to argue down the instincts that flared up within. Marriskcal knew, if she remained on the car when it crashed to the bottom, the protection of the armour that she wore would come online, trapping her in it for up to an hour. Considering that their operation was already compromised and the blonde knew trouble may well lurk in every corner, being trapped was not an option.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]I will not be a burden.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Thus, she now faced the difficult task of trying to talk herself into letting go of the plunging lift.[/SIZE]

 

[The Major]

Really. That was her design for the sector. Time and time again the Director had to wonder how exactly this piece of work managed to ensnare herself as a potential cabinet member. Is this the best the government could do; is this the rising star of the Ison Corridor? Bloody Liza, without some help she’d probably end up dead by someone who managed to perform tighter assassinations. Loathe to show any sort of obvious annoyance or rudeness, the Security Bureau representative refrained from massaging her temples on screen and spoke, cutting into such a flimsy proposal.

“Interesting. How very interesting. So, Governor Lowe, you propose to use this area of space as a mining colony and a glorified refugee camp? How considerate and compassionate of you. Tell me: do you usually find it wise to place an effective concentration-labor camp next to space bordering the edge of the Outer Rim Piracy? Nothing like making it so simple for an insurgency to sneak in spies or other such influencers and mix them into the general populace of the growing vocal minority -a minority that you have given a loudspeaker in the last few months.”

Her head canted into a shadow, hiding her features save for the outline of her lips moving and the telltale gleam of light of those coke-bottle rimmed glasses so often employed.

“Nevertheless, I’m sure we can easily afford to house another strongpoint here, another entire military complex to protect those from the threat of piracy.

“Who will pay for that, I wonder? The Ison Corridor Coalition? Perhaps your world will front the bill -or wasn’t, if I remember correctly, that the world placed under your jurisdiction currently projected to undergo an economic downturn along with reduced GDP for the next few financial quarters? Your own assessments seem to imply such. Wouldn’t it be nice for you to first build up your election on pro-immigration reform and then send the bill for housing the lot of them to Dosuun and the First Imperial Navy.

“Oh, but I assume a lot here, Governor. Perhaps you’ve costed your proposal without the need for additional funding. I sincerely apologize if that’s so. You see, the Security Bureau wouldn’t dare to pry into the financial plans of a world without official warrants. We are simply at capacity with the all the screening going on at the former frontline with so many former Alliance citizens crossing the border seeking solace under the laws you are popularizing, Ms. Lowe. After all, someone has to keep this nation safe while politicians dream up improved conditions for non-citizens.”

It was just a verbal nudge. But within it, the Major could taste a certain beauty in such annihilation.

“Meanwhile, Your Excellency,” The bespectacled mystery turned her head at Natasi, “I have a set of plans for a listening post and zero-gee training center for use by the FOSB. This would be entirely paid for by the agency, so not a single credit of Dosuun capital would be necessary, nor would the Navy or Army have to stress themselves with protection. Our resourceful organization can fund its own protection. And don’t fear a stagnation of the sector. Once this area of outlaw space has been more pacified, no doubt done quickly under your guidance in policy and diplomacy, we could revisit putting a colony here and even help either Governor Lowe, or whatever person will administer the sector at the time when it’s more appropriate.” The Major placed a bit of lead in that last sentence, hoping so dearly that her intended target would read the message.

[member="Madelyn Lowe"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"]​

 

[Kyrel Ren]

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Kyrel waited, but none came into the hanger, the next thing he knew he had seen a TIE Silencer out in the viewport. It was none other than his daughter Varas, or from what he could sense that it was Varas. He would know her signature in the Force a parsec away. And while he thought of contacting her through the comms, and knowing her rebellious streak. She would have shut off the comms. No, the Master of Ren would try a more direct approach in scolding her. Reaching out with the Force, the Force Bond that connected made a link between the Master and Knight of Ren easy to establish. As he didn't need communication systems to reach her, her mind was bridged to his, and his mind was bridged to hers. All he had to do was invoke that link. Reaching out, he was only a voice in her head that rang out, and defeated her other thoughts, as the voice of Kyrel Ren dripped with icy venom with the words he had spoken. "You foolish girl! I am giving you an order to return immediately. I have let you slide with this behavior far enough. If you do not, I will deal with you myself!. And just because you might be a TIE do not think I will not hunt you either for not following orders."

He said as he quietly broke the connection but then received word from the planet, that the cultists and the Jedi had all but evacuated. This had made Kyrel even angrier, so close he was to attaining secrets. So close he was to unlocking the mysteries of the Force. He couldn't help but clench his fists and grit his teeth at the outcome of recent events. He had often wondered why fate had given him such misfortune time after time. No matter, he had to make the best of bad situations, and the first thing he would do was deal with his rebellious daughter. She had tested his patience time and time again, but now he had had enough of it and so it was time for a proper lesson to be instructed. Moving towards his own TIE Silencer, he made a few adjustments as he powered the heavy fighter on. Increasing his speed while lacking maneuverability. Within moments the vicious roar of the Silencer came to life, and within seconds he was out the hangar bay and into open space. Quickly on a path towards Varas.

Seeing her in view, but a pirate ship right in front of her, he took the element of surprise as he switched his weapons from heavy laser cannons to the Ion cannons. He swooped in like a bird of prey launching a strafing run of the ship, targeting the shields first that went down after a continuous burst fire, and then continued with targeting the life support systems, firing proton torpedo's making the ship turn into a damaged cruiser more than an intimidating warship. At this moment he couldn't help but taunt Varas through their telepathic link. Seeing Mynocks from her viewport. He launched a burst of laser fire, carefully attempting to remove the Mynocks from her Fighter in low powered bursts of the lasers. The Mynocks quickly started to scatter as he finally spoke. "First Mynocks, then Pirates. Have you become so caught up in your rebellious phase that it has phased out all rational thought. I would think the Knight of Ren would know how to deal with Pirates much fewer Mynocks.. How disappointing." He said as he was now looking straight into her viewport from his own, awaiting what might come next from the void of space.



[member="Varas Ren"] [member="Doran Ren"] [member="Racosidae"] [member="Eighth Guard"]

 

[Gaen Rhade]

Post: II
Objective: Operation Gladius
Allies: [member="[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/18443-lucan-sirrad/"]Lucan Sirrad[/URL]"] | [member="Gromm Cardan"]http://starwarsrp.net/user/9805-gromm-cardan/ | [member="Robogeber"] | [member="Ephraim Tarkin"]
Location: Command Bridge, The FIV Bellicose ([SIZE=10pt]Imperial-X Mark II[/SIZE])

"Captain!" Cmdr Haste gruff voice was full of alert and awareness to the change of scenery.

"I know Commander!" The contact reports echoed from the open holocom from the multiple attendees that were fading from the scene as they each sounded to quarters of their respected ships. By the time the Holocom ceased from existence, Gaen had his holoscreens up that showed the enemies ship contacts being painted before his own eyes. Mon Cals and company made for the makings of a fleet. A fleet that had strategically appeared behind the blockade, with all the Destroyers rears exposed. Sure each squadron had their varied support ships that covered that arc of weakness, but as a Captain of a Star Destroyer, it was a gut wrenching feeling to have that much unfriendly arsenal pointed at your arse.

"Helm! Hard to port 124-mark-43!" Captain Gaen Rhade's stern but calm as he relayed is orders to the helmsmen, in turn he got the 'aye aye, sir!' in confirmation. The command would get the ship moving, thrusters at full to get the Bellicose to turn about and bring her nose upon the enemy fleet's position. Problem was, she was a big gal and that was going to take time.

"I want Shield up to hundred! Weapons, have your batteries ready to to start the light show!" Multiple aye ayes rang out from the crew pit and the weapon stations port and starboard. "Commander Haste, launch the rest of our fighters and make screen for us, keep those already on task running the picket encase those Pirates decide to make a run for it. Keep our bombers in and on standby!"

"Comms, keep the squadron informed of our maneuvers and intent, want them in tandem with us and clear of our firing arcs" An friendly fire incident or inflight accident would be embarrassing to have in full view of the Grand Admiral and the rest of the Navy's echelon. Such would spell the end of his short career with a court martial and who knows what afterwards.

The crew bustled about, their foot falls and plucks at computer interfaces were many and sounded like a ancient beat to quarters. Possible stretch of the imagination for Gaen, but it certainly was music to his ears and it was all he could do to mask his excitement. An excitement drawn in while the Bellicose began to poise and position to square off with a enemy fleet. This was it, they were in it now and it was time to let training take over and trust his crew to handle the task set before them. Gain brought his right hand up and pressed his thumb down onto the top of his sternum. He could feel the round coin shaped medallion of his father press into his skin. Normal habit for the superstitious Corellian was to kiss his lucky charm, but such would show doubt in front of the crew. So instead he had to condition himself to just give it a slight press and rub from underneath his grey tunic and out of sight.

Gaen was a virgin to war and this was going to be moment in his history where he was going to find out what kind of man he was. He was no stranger to a fight, but this was the first time that he was responsible for thousands and one wrong choice could snuff them all into space debris. On that thought "Keep mind of the asteroids, Nobody wants to be knocked out of this fight before it begins!"

The FIV Bellicose was turning about and the fighters were launching like wasps from a agitated nest to swarm defensibly over their home. Her squadron of support ships would also move to adjust their position as the entire formation changed direction. Soon The star destroyer will be able to bring weapons upon the enemy fleet and rain hell upon them with her mighty turbo lasers and assorted arsenal.

 

[Elijah Brockway]

The holocall was cut off just as quickly as it begain, with Lucan and Gromm being two of the first exiting it. He quickly exited the holopod along with his CO, taking a look at the tactical readouts available as they passed by. Numerous ships coming in nearly directly behind squadron 5, weapons ready to go. A very uncomfortable sight to see.

He momentarily felt like the comm officer on the star destroyer he'd destroyed back at Kamino, before pushing the thought from his mind. Between himself and Cardan, they'd arranged the squadron in such a way that the vessels at the back would have no issues whatsoever turning to face the new threat, leaving the front vessels prepared to engage any pirate vessels. He just hoped the Stormcloud-II in the back, alongside the frigates near it, would be enough to deter the vessels coming for them.

"Sir, with combat starting it might be wise for you to go to the command suite," he suggested to his superior, keeping his face blank and letting none of the eagerness he felt into his voice. "Secure comm channels are already established with all the ships in the squadron, they're just awaiting orders from you. Permission to take the helm?"

[member="Gromm Cardan"] [member="Robogeber"] [member="Gaen Rhade"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Post 3
Objective: Mission is getting karked... evade
Allies: [member="Doran Ren"] [member="Racosidae"] [member="Eighth Guard"] [member="Primat Ren"]
Soundtrack: Over Everything

[member="Kyrel Ren"] may have been too busy with his own folly to realize how strong Varas had become. The voice he tried to project into her head, came in loud, but like an analogue radio dial, the brunette clone mentally turned it down until it was mere static. She heard none of his blathering on about not following orders.

She did, however, hear his attack upon the nearby pirate ship which alerted her to boot the Silencer back up to full power, comms and radar now fully operational.

A small shiver went through her the radar detection of both nearby vessels, but annoyingly she could still not see through the viewport due to the swath of mynock bellies. Telekinesis could take care of the creatures so the Knight began to focus the Force upon them, ready to squeeze their innards until they exploded but another turn of events happened.

As the mynocks were violently plucked off of her viewport one by one, Varas could not tell what was worse - staring into the bug-eyed, open mouth of the grotesque aliens or staring into the equally revolting face of her father. And the telepathic link he assumed was so strong was as absent now as the mynocks on her viewport.

With a sneer and a roll of the eyes, the Knight pulled up on the throttle of the Silencer up and over her father’s fighter, veering off into a barrel roll and picking up speed without a word or acknowledgement. This was her quiet stand. Varas would no longer be under his control, his apprentice or even his daughter. She was a jumble of his DNA and Tmoxin’s who was a mere stranger. They might as well have been two janitors on an Imperial Star Destroyer for all she cared. And she thought with a grin and with a strange jubilation that their experiment had failed. She was not the mindless clone, blindly following the Ren like a cult member.

She vowed at that moment, careening off at high speed, that she would no longer be tied to anyone, except perhaps her brother Doran. “I’ll still teach you," Varas whispered aloud. But her disloyalty had reached a fevered pitch that day, and the Knight of Ren was interested in seeking Force knowledge elsewhere. With more mysteries to unravel, outside of the rigid sect of the First Order, she felt certain a new life for her could begin.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Mine Shaft "The Pit" / Undetected Cruiser - Unknown Class​

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*Like bugs, scattering beneath the light.* thought Balthor as he watched his soldiers fan out. All across the surface of the asteroid and facility other pods just like his had landed, impacted, breached. The warrior could almost hear the shouts of a few discovered workers as their lives were slowly put to the blade. It brought a grin unto his face. His heavy footfalls followed in his minion's wake, the large door at the end of the corridor growing ever closer. As he approached however a frown of discontent spread rapidly across his features. The door was sealed. Whether by protocol or manual interruption, the door was shut. Before him, his soldiers strained and grunted as they tried to force it but it was no use.

"Move."​

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A subtle violence was hidden there, laced within the tone of his voice as he commanded them to back away. Scurrying as if they knew what was about to come, the soldiers lined up against the edges of the corridor and watched. Gathering himself into a jog, Balthor began to swing the heavy maul, the weight of its head propelled by momentum and the strength of his muscles slammed into the small crack where the doors came together. The resounding echo of metal on metal rang. Once. Twice. Thrice. And then the maul found purchase. A grating slap as the maul's corner bit into the hardened durasteel. Again the hammer rang, the vibration jarring Balthor's arms down the bone - and yet he continued. It would take more time but he would break through this door.

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[member="Kyli DT-6767"] | [member="Primat Ren"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Omen"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="The Major"] | [member="Auld"]​

 

[Madelyn Lowe]

Day 1,
13 hours after activation,
HEX E-50,
Operation Cold Saber.

ka-BOOM. The grenade fell from Five's hand and into the freshly-carved hole in the top of the lift, skittering for a moment before detonation. The explosion was enough to vapourise the unfortunate sould inside, and the it tore through the turbolift, shredding all the safety mechanisms, sending shrapnel deep into the shaft, and sending the whole contraption into freefall. As the lift began to drop, Omen crouched its body low, its four arms clinging tight to the remains of the lift, which had peeled away like a tin can around the hole carved by Five's saber.

<: "Agent 5, I do not have in-built magnets in this chassis." :>

The turbolift continued its fall. Omen's sensors carefully tracked the acceleration. 67% chance of survival. 50%. 33%. It was becoming quickly clear that the droid would undergo significant damage at the bottom of the shaft. Action would have to be taken if Omen were to keep this chassis operational. Omen engaged the commlink with its fellow agent.

<: "I calculate my chassis' probability of survival to be quite low. After impact, you will need to dispose of the remains of this droid. Do not worry, I will not be harmed." :>

The droid grasped onto the lift, mechanical digits digging into the crevices and handholds on the ruined surface. Omen would take these last few moments to gather information, to observe, before this avenue of its consciousness was cut off.

<: "Good luck Agent 5." :>

[member="Marriskcal Lati"]​

 

[Kier Grey]

Kyli DT-6767
Asteroid "Titan", Ancillary Maintenance Access

Spoiler: Equipment

• Blackwing Electro-Sword
• C-25 Fragmentation Grenade
• FastTurn-3 Hydrospanner
• G-6E Light Repeating Blaster
• G-12A Blaster Rifle
• Mark/VII DARKSABER [DELTA] Advanced Powered Combat Armour
• Plasma Torch
• Stuncuffs

Allies: [member="Gaen Rhade"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Lucan Sirrad"], [member="Primat Ren"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="The Major"], [member="Varas Ren"]
Enemies: [member="Auld"], [member="Balthor"]
Nearby: [member="Marriskcal Lati"], [member="Omen"],

The vacuum of space pulled the remains of Kyli's recent targets out into deep space and the Death Trooper pivots sharply around in the direction of Rotunda with weapon raised and advances back in the direction of turbolift in a hasted step albeit one that lacked neither precision or grace with the enhanced central nervous system and armour's neural interface translating the woman's very thoughts into action one reason amongst many why they are considered the most dangerous soldiers fielded by the First Order. Rexus acknowledged the report which Kyli responded with a single flash of her light on their BIOCOMM monitoring software, the perks of their DARKSABER Advanced Powered Combat Armour. Kyli walks smugly back towards the Turbolift with a wolfish grin plastered across lips corners of mouth ascending virtually to the bottoms of ears with the thought of the Agent and Droid's impending terror at the situation they had been placed in, no doubt for the agent particularly it was probably seen as incredibly dangerous but this was just another day on the job for the Death Troopers of ALPHA who had once fought through a city filled with undead zombies outnumbered more than four-thousand to one after that particular experience little in the physical world frightened Kyli any longer with the exception of rampant and uncontrollable fire, the kind that has kissed her face and body leaving it disfigured prior to embracing her fate as a Death Trooper. The Grenade exploded and sent a fireball across Kyli's path who reacted calmly to that shaft of metal spewing out between the pursed durasteel doors of the Turbolift shaft there was a distinctly feminine and loud shriek accompanying the screeching of metal on metal as the Turbolift rumbled uncontrollably to the bottom of the mine shaft.

Sliding fingers between the pursed and carbon-scored Durasteel shaft doors Kyli forces them apart nearly without any effort and stands on the edge of that black abyss peering down the Vaccuum behind the Death Trooper created an unpleasant screaming sound that reverberated downwards. Pulling free tiny lose black chunks from the shaft, releasing a proud and excruciatingly satisfied sigh the Staff Sergeant made a simple remark thinking over the destructive power of her handiwork. "Damn I'm good." That predatory acuity comes into effect clearly illuminating the pitch-black mine-shaft into two colours like some creature of the night she could distinguish the Turbolift at the shaft's bottom and this solicits Kyli down from her perch with a jump, the Death Trooper's half metric ton of meat, metal and armour falls soundlessly for an irritatingly long time for the augmented trooper's nervous system. Kyli lands on the Turbolift's ceiling yielding the thin Durasteel swallows the supersoldiers ankles forcing her to pull them free after a brief exertion. The Thermal-Gel Layer hardened and successfully prevented the force from translating onto the Death Trooper and searches for the Agent and offers up a piece of advice knowing that the RAKGHOUL armour featured a similar protective layer. "Reduce the internal pressure of your armour, It'll trick the Gel into unlocking." Offering up this practical tip she knelt down and went to secure Omen's droid brain, their chassis seemed to be horribly damaged by the fall, not that it ultimately mattered ALPHA was still combat effective and a droid's chassis was ultimately that; a chassis. Much like the powerpack of a Tank it could be removed safely from even a battered and damaged hull. Engaging her Comlink Kyli asked Rexus a question. "Rexus, I'm at the bottom of a mining shaft. Get your young friend to provide data on the control center and pass it onto me. It's possible that I could access it from down here, no doubt this will lead into the residential area and Gotts' hideout proper. We can't afford to let the rat escape, lockdown should be enacted with access being transferred exclusively onto ALPHA assets."

Kyli shouldered her Blaster and drops down into the Turbolift through it's open roof hatch and regards the sinew scattered across the floor for only a moment before slipping into a perfectly constructed four-sided hallway illuminated with ceiling-mounted LED lights. In the distance through Kyli's ears could perceive blaster fire; seemed the new foe also seemed to be intent on destruction for what was presumably done in the name of plunder and murder based on the men's appearances whom she had effortlessly dispatched earlier.

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Praetorian Initiate Hopeful
Operation Cold Sabre
Codename: Agent Five
Callsign: Shadowstar
Equipment | Mk. I RAKGHOUL Semi-Powered Battle Armour with Repulsorlift Technology, Training Lightsaber, DE-39 Maser Rifle, Omen's F-11D Blaster Rifle, Throwing Knives, Binding Wires, Injector Pens filled with Lecepanine
Location | Eastern Mineshaft, Hex E-50
Allies | [member="Kyli DT-6767"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Omen"], [member="Primat Ren"]
Enemies | [member="Balthor"], [member="Auld"]
Status | It's just one thing after another

[SIZE=11pt]Her heart fell when she heard the calm assessment of her companion.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]But they were both in freefall, continuing their plunge down an unfathomable void. Even as Marriskcal’s mind raced to find a solution, the youngling knew that there was nothing she could do to ensure that the droid would survive the fall. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Not without risking her own life. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She had planned on engaging the inbuilt repulsorlift in her boots and use it to stop her descend. While she could grasp ahold of the droid, she also knew that between the weight of her armour and the weight of the much-bigger droid, it would only mean that the devices would be overloaded and they would both only continue their fall. And though she had the force on her side, her skills were still mediocre, only capable of moving light objects. Despite his reassurances, the knowledge that she was helpless to do anything for Omen came as a bitter realisation. The blonde only managed a sharp nod, unable to find any suitable words to reply to her droid companion with.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The fear that plagued her just moments ago was replaced by an all encompassing numbness.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Her movements exact and mechanical, Marriskcal released the grip she had on ledge and disengaged the magnets in her boots. With the velocity that the heavy turbolift gathered as it continued it’s unrelenting race to the bottom, the youngling hovered slightly above it. Twisting her body so that her feet were pointed towards the ground, she powered up the repulsorlift capabilities of her suit. Even with the aid of the thermal-gel, the sudden deceleration was jarring on her body, but she gritted her teeth and ignored the strain as she lingered in the air. It was negligible.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Both the turbolift and droid hit the ground with a resounding crash, showering the youngling with debris. Ignoring the parts as they hit and bounced off her armour, Marriskcal directed it to land beside the broken chassis of the droid. Perhaps Omen may not understand the sentimentalism of a human, but she had grown to like him in the short time. She knelt, picking up the blaster rifle carefully from the remains of the still machine and attached it beside her own maser rifle.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Thank you, Agent Omen.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As always, the force announced the arrival of their unit leader as she drew close. Despite Marriskcal feeling like she was walking on the jagged edges of broken glass, she was too well-trained to allow it to affect her performance. She straightened, her force sense stretching out into the area even as ALPHA 2 landed beside her, her weight shaking the already damaged turbolift. “Thank you for the advice, Alpha-Two. The knowledge will definitely come in useful in future operations,” the initiate replied graciously, watching with great interest as the death trooper stepped out of the two craters she has created with her landing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]With her being alert while ALPHA 2 was occupied with removing Omen’s memories and communicating with the rest of the unit, the blonde detected the impression of terrible hunger at the edges of her senses. “Alpha-Two, be careful. Something is coming our way,” she called down to her unit leader. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Marriskcal focused her senses fully towards the direction, locating the source (sources?) easily. It was hard to discern the numbers when individuals were in close proximity, their consciousness overlaying each others. But other than a general sense of hunger and rage, she could not detect anything more complex, narrowing it down to creatures of some sort. The predator, whatever it was, is near mindless in its need to consume. Considering the torn and mangled bodies below, it was clear why the creature was headed in their direction. “I can’t tell if there’s one or more, but it’s very ravenous and would most likely attack the moment it’s within sight.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The initiate leapt into the wrecked car to follow after ALPHA 2, carefully ignoring the bodies at her feet as she focused her senses on the predators, tracking their movements. “It’ll appear from the northeast hall.” She unhooked the maser rifle and tucked it into the crook of her arm in preparation. [/SIZE]

 

[Auld]

Cave System: En route to control room
Allies: [member="Balthor"]
Enemies: [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Kyli DT-6767"] | [member="Omen"] | [member="Primat Ren"]

Time was running out. The toothy monsters were making waste product of the squads of the pirates, and already the shaking pops of escape pods and hidden hangers being ripped open by emergency overrides kept rumbling the mines, sending loose dust and shoddy wiring bouncing. Every so often Auld could distinctly hear the squeal of a bonafide killer being sucked into the Rathar boots and all.

She wouldn’t be insane enough to call it music, but these were some of the worse of the slaver gangs. So nothing important was being lost here. Of course, there were probably slaves themselves being overtaken by the monsters that managed to bang down those shoddy gates, but one didn’t set up the fall of an empire without setting up a few broken eggs.

Or was it breaking a few eggs? It was hard to remember.

Such musing preoccupied her until she arrived in the control room of the station, what scant fighters left were already aiming their guns in Auld’s direction as she entered. Some surviving security cameras showed intermediary images of replesdent troopers entering the shafts and advancing deeper into the station. Presumably, the imperial scum would have ordered some of these troopers to capture this station, so this room would eventually be on their itinerary. Of course, there was no telling if they were ordered to kill all on sight or if they were going to take in prisoners for interrogation. This would be a gamble, either way there wouldn’t much to protest.

With that happy thought, Auld popped out a bag with a powdery white substance, and began to apply the stuff along her gums. If she did go out, it would be better off with a little trip.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Allies: [member="Primat Ren"]
Enemies: @Balthor
Objective: Operation Cold Saber

Rexus crawled behind the Ren as he made his way through the ventilation system. It was a snug fit, but there had been worse. Memories of the undead infestation in the Red Nebula haunted Wenck more than he wanted. Nonetheless, he continued through, keeping a close, albeit respectable distance behind the Ren, until the two dropped out of the vent. Rexus landed far worse than his counterpart, and there was a dull thud with his impact. Albeit, with no damage sustained.

He paused, and starred at the door, "Probably is all things considered." Wenck mused, "Must be important enough to have its own air pocket, no?" He then shrugged his shoulders, "Feel free to see if you can get that thing open." The Death Trooper added, satisfied to watch the proceedings, rather than become apart of them. He crossed his arms, and in a non chalant way, leaned against the dank corridor wall, until he heard something. A thud. A thud emanating from the other side.

Something was trying to get out, or perhaps, get in where they were.

He looked at the Ren, and then raised his rifle, cautiously. What was on the other side, "Move back." ALPHA Three commanded, "Whatevers coming, it'll blow that door right off." He moved back, and licked his dried, chafed lips. Ready and waiting.

 

[Varian Alaric]

Codename, Agent Seven
Location, Hallway leading to Command Center
Equipment,
2x - Lightsaber's(red)
Deep Fryer Rifle
Ren Armor(Rakghoul armor)
Status, Concerned

Allies, [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Marriskcal Lati"], [member="Kyli DT-6767"], [member="Omen"]
Enemies, [member="Balthor"], [member="Auld"]
Objective, Operation Cold Sabre, watch over Marriskcal Lati
Post Count, IIII

"Wait," Primat spoke up cautiously, holding up his left hand to signal ALPHA Three to stand down. "Let me go first, I have the saber, and, something tells me, that whoever this is, they're just trying to flee from...something. Keep your blaster up, and followed behind me." After Primat finished speaking, his left hand fell limply to his side as he grabbed one of his saber's with his right hand, his left reaching up and grasping the hilt of metal. His thumb swept down the metal hilt of the saber, clicking a button, igniting the laser sword. In an instant, a blade of super-heated plasma shot out like it were a sword of some sort. The 'sword' or lightsaber blade, was crimson red, casting an eerie red glow about the immediate vicinity of Primat in the dark hallway. The lightsaber blade brightened up the nearby environment softly. A quite mechanical hum emitted from the blade as it had been brought to life, the sound remained after activation, signaling everything was working proper in the lightsaber hilt.

Primat walked closed to the metal door. Sure, he could try and pry it open outright, but that could leave him with a face full of blaster fire. He wasn't 100% positive in the assumption he made and remarked to ALPHA Three, though the Deathtrooper didn't need to know that. Though, just out right testing it wouldn't hurt. Primat's right hand fell from the blade, before going went the electronic keypad that was linked to the door, only to find that the door needed a passcode of some sort. He gripped the hilt once more with both hands, flipping the blade around in a blur of crimson light, and then, in an instant, the red lightsaber blade pierced the metal door, super-heating the plasma and easily melting the metal around the super-heated plasma blade. Primat adjusted the grip of his fingers on the metal hilt of the saber, before slowly pushing the blade upwards, cutting through the metal of the door with the lightsaber at a slow pace. It wouldn't take long till a wide, oval-shaped hole was cut in the door. Although, Primat was only two fifth's done, it would still take an unkown amount of time for a hole to be cut through the door.