Dead Orbit [pm to join] [Complete]

[Miss Blonde]

Everything was a mess, a literal mess. Between the guards surging in the brothel, the crazy droid shooting at people, and the slicer who was off doing their thing trying to survive the situation at hand. But someone had to take hold and try to make sense of everything, put the pieces of everything together. Dude who never died was obviously running the show, that was an easy one. The droid firing at them didn't seem like he was working for the man due to his wild fire and general attitude towards organics. But there was one burning question that Blonde couldn't figure out, where the hell did this ship come from?

It was a massive piece of tech and these things just didn't pop out of nowhere, she'd have to find out when they got to the bridge. Assuming they made it there in one piece. But that was enough detective work, it was time to get up and fight.

Gripping her SMG the woman stood up to face the chest of a ship guard. Needless to say she pulled the trigger and blew the man away in a hail of bullets. Now shouldering her weapon the woman let loose a few rounds and started to back up. Having her HUD plot a course she could see rushing out into the main halls was a bad idea, the droid could stay out there all he wanted but she'd let her men know that the quickest way was through the brothel and out towards hanger B that was a only a hop skip and a jump away from a turbolift that would lead them to the bridge.

"Into the brothel gents! Stay out of the main halls! Let's move!!" Blonde yelled to the team of men.

Firing a few suppressing shots at incoming guards the crime lord backed up and kept moving deeper into the dimly light and plush brothel. A few prostitutes lay dead on the ground from cross fire along with a few of her men. All and all it was best to get going and find their way through to the hanger.

[member="Silas Miu"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Goran"]

 

[Goran]

Goran considered opening fire on the organics who were busy poaching his kills. But then it had a better idea.

See, it could probably do a number on the invaders if it was willing to use its lightsaber, but that would be a dead giveaway. Angry and disgruntled though it may be, it wasn't stupid. A killer astromech was a neat trick. A killer astromech with a lightsaber was unmistakably a Shard. It probably couldn't kill all of them before at least one got away, and that would make it known that there was a Shard operating in these parts. Not good. So the little psychopath improvised.

"Oi, you with the team! Gimme 500 credits and I'll shoot everyone but you and your people!"

Its voice was amplified considerably, loud enough to be heard over the gunfire, and since there was only one hostile team trying to poach at the moment, it should be pretty obvious who it was talking about.

Some of the guards turned their attention to Goran, caught off guard (haha) by the booming mechanical voice. The first received a high powered blaster bolt to the crotch for his efforts. The man fell to the deck, screaming in agony. The viciousness of the attack left the others stunned for just a fraction of a second. That was all the time the Shard needed to hose them down with its T-21s.

"Well, what'll it be?"

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Silas Miu"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="James Justice"]

 

[Silas Miu]

Silas scurried through the brothel in the stead of [member="Miss Blonde"] following her through the several rooms while keeping an eye out behind them for any approaching enemy's. "On your six," he said to Blonde, letting her know he was following.

An Astromech droid was tearing into, well, just about everything, really. But it was shouting to the boss to pay it 500 credits to leave the crew be. What kind of droid asks for payment? What kind of Astromech droid uses blasters and is this aggressive?

Something was definitely going on here, but Silas didn't have much time to think about it all. The way to the hangar was blocked by several blast doors, but they were of no consequence. Silas got them open within seconds, while also sealing all non-necessary openings behind them. "Alright, the path ahead is open. Closed every door we didn't need behind us." He explained, hoping that'd help keep enemies from following behind them.

[member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Goran"]

 

[James Justice]

That was the first time someone ever had to tell James to get into a brothel. But, of course, he didn't have to be told twice. The person that had been strangling him, was now dead with his chest a smoking hole of semi-burnt organic matter spewing out. Nice. He would have to thank whatever god had saw to that happening and saving his arse. Or maybe he was just a lucky karker like that.

Either way the spacer didn't care. He raised his blood-covered blaster and tore a fiery hole through one of the closest men's heads, dropping him in a mess of his own brains. A duo filled his place, both swinging vibroblades as James' location became a hot target for blaster fire. The spacer back pedaled away, letting the vibro blades clatter down where he had stood and the blaster shots to go by harmlessly. Raising his weapon the spacer shot twice again, shattering one of the blade jockey's chests into a mess of unlife. His partner shoved over the corpse, at James. The spacer gripped his neck, spinning around and using the body as a cover for some of the other blaster fire. Things were getting too intense here, with this droid that reminded him a lot more of Thraxis than he would have liked, and this heat.

Dropping the fresh corpse, James ducked into the opullent brothel. He quickly chambered a new power pack into his DeathHammer before going deeper into the dimly lit prostitute's den. He made a mental note that wherever they ended up, he was going to make sure the girls who survived this got work at his Angel's Den--or at least offered work.

"Please tell me ye got a plan," James said, looking to Blonde, "Please, for the love of all things living, tell me ye have a fething plan."

[member="Silas Miu"]
[member="Goran"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Having heard the little Astromech's deal it seemed perfectly rational for a small foul mouthed droid to want to suddenly stop trying to murder them and want to do an episode of Marvel Team Up. But on the off chance that this was serious Miss Blonde looked at the front desk of the Brothel and set a piece of paper down writing the work "Deal" on it then slapping down five hundred credits as a paper weight. At worst she'd be out five hundred creds but that was a risk she was willing to take what with being rich and all. So as they continued deeper into the facility Miss Blonde looked over to her team and would try to lay out some semblance of a plan.

"Here's my thought, a ship like this doesn't come out of nowhere right? It takes a shipyard and a big one at that, so the plan is to take the brothel here that leads out into a main hanger, take the turbolift from there up to the bridge and get us to that shipyard. They've jammed out distress beacons so we can't call for help right now, so when we get to that shipyard we grab something a bit more cozy and bonk out." Blonde said as they pushed through the halls of the dimly light brothel.

Stepping past various corpses of guards and girls it seemed most of the survivors were hiding or got the hell out, it gave her some hope that people weren't needlessly killed. As for her and the crew they gunned down the occasional guard as they made their way to the edge of the brothel and its exit.

Once there she looked at the door and back to her men. It was time to take their first step into the hanger and make a mad dash through what was probably going to be guards, guns, and explosions.

"Get ready for a fight guys." Blonde said as she loaded her gun with a fresh magazine.

Pumping herself up she yelled and opened the door waiting to see the guards of the ship. But she was greeted with a different sight. In front of the battle torn team of criminals they were confronted with a ball, one where people were adorned in fancy suits, gowns, and other fineries that sparkled and looked expensive.

"Huh."

[member="Goran"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Silas Miu"]

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

Cyrus had ducked into line with the others after [member="Miss Blonde"] agreed to let the bucket join their merry band of thieves. He didn't trust the can, and was waiting for a bolt in the butt. The hallway was littered with shoes and jackets that signaled some survivors of the brothel went this way. The one or two patrols of guards were erased as quickly as they were written into the story.

At the door to the hangar, Cyrus lit up a green LED to signal he was ready to go, but when Blonde burst through the door, the Surgeon blinked a few times before his mind caught up.

Why the Feth was there a Galla going on during their raid?!? Who the Farking hell thought this was the time? Hadn't they been informed of the criminals on board slaughtering guards and unwilling patrons? This was puzzling and Cyrus moved up to Blondes side and raised his weapon to his hip to spray upon the aggravating amount of Apathy towards their dishonored guests!

[member="James Justice"] [member="Silas Miu"] [member="Goran"]

 

[Silas Miu]

Silas groaned at the sight before them. 'More parties, why is this entire karking ship full of parties?' He thought, getting annoyed at the festivities these entitled idiots wanted to enjoy all the time.

Checking the security feeds, he saw nothing out of the 'ordinary', but didn't trust this lot for a minute. "I've checked the feeds. They don't appear to pose a threat, but it's also a prime spot for an ambush, boss." Silas spoke, closing out his holodisplay as he brought up his Heavy Blaster Pistol.

 

[Goran]

Credits on the counter, Goran fired up the music and did what it did best.

https://youtu.be/YlBnJ0egT_4

The little Shard darted through the brothel as fast as its wheels would take it, the twin T-21 repeaters sewing death and destruction all around. Goran was not normally one to indiscriminately slaughter, but it had one pet peeve: it could not abide assholes. It understood that most of the hookers here weren't here by choice, and that most of the johns were hardworking folks out to relax a little, but that didn't change the fact that they were assholes. They were assholes when they were drunk. They were assholes when they were sober. They were assholes when they were playing cards, they were assholes when they were getting laid.

Goran hated assholes.

It wasn't hard to put the bare minimum effort required to be a decent being. Want to get drunk? Fine. Don't yell, don't start fights, tip the bartender. Want to get a handy? Pay the charge, don't try to haggle, and thank the lady when you're done. Want to turn tricks for a living? Don't try to steal from the johns, and remember that the other employees are in the same boat you are, so being a colossal queen to everyone up to and including the serving droid is just gauche.

If even a tenth of these people put as much effort into not being an nerf herder as they put into bringing everyone else around them down to their level, Goran wouldn't be slaughtering them like kids on a playground. It would have killed a few choice targets, scared the others a bit, and shot up the walls. As it stood, the only person it wasn't trying to kill was the bartender, a lovely Zabrak woman who had been a prostitute in her younger days, but had just been too nice to turn a profit. It had warned her beforehand to seek cover.

Everyone else though, they were fair game.

In a little less than three minutes, there wasn't a living soul in the brothel. Goran was meticulous, leaving no corner unblasted and no hearts beating. Even the guards stopped trying to come in after a few minutes. The Shard could hear them in the hallway, shocked and appalled by the abattoir that had swallowed the brave ones and spat our burned and broken corpses.

[member="Silas Miu"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="James Justice"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

As Cyrus moved to her side the woman quickly took her hand and grabbed the barrel of Cyrus' weapon and pointed it to the ground. The weapon discharged a few shots into the ground and the pinging and bouncing of rounds thankfully didn't pierce over the loud big band music that was coming from a large surround sound system. Looking over to Cyrus the woman shook her head then looked out towards the party only saying one word.

"Look." Miss Blonde said as she pointed her finger out to the little gathering.

Upon closer look there was a rather interesting sight. The men and women dancing were moving their bodies in a synchronized dance at a perfect rate, each step was in line and identical to the last, it was simply too perfect and too precise for any normal person. So there was only one conclusion, they were droids, at least a hundred HRDs dressed in expensive garments dancing the night away. So if they were droids, then there was someone controlling them on a closed network if their slicer wasn't picking anything up.

But that answer came fast when on the main stage the same man they had previously killed twice stepped out and held a datapad in his hands. Pressing a few buttons the dancing all stopped at once and each droid turned their heads to stare at the intruders with a bright green glow that enveloped their entire eye.

"Surgeon..." Blonde said with a pause to her words.

"Cover me while I go get that data pad. New guy you stay with Surgeon and try to hold them." Blonde would pass off her rifle to the new slicer and then pull her pistol out, if she was going to get across a see of droids then she'd need to move fast.

So as they readied themselves the man on the stage walked up to the microphone and spoke in a more cockney imperial accent to the crowd.

"GET'EM LOVES!!" and just like that the droids hunched over and began sprinting over to the group of men.

And of course, Blonde would meet them with a charge of her own to go and retrieve the datapad in the man's hands.

[member="Goran"] [member="Silas Miu"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"]

 

[James Justice]

James looked across the party bots and there was only word to describe how he felt--rage. Not anger like normal, not furry, not bloodlust, no.... Rage. Ever since the Prosecutor captured, tortured, and blinded, and had his head messed with he hated mindgames. When Thraxis captured and tortured him the second time..... James came to hate it even more. The warrior would leave none alive--with or without [member="Miss Blonde"]'s permission.

He grew quiet, deadly quiet for a man who normally was vocal as anyone or anything in the galaxy. He grabbed the closest droid's head in one hand. The Force flowed through him, strengthening the spacer by far. He twisted, hurling the droid across the dance floor. It's body shattered on the wall, but there were easily two more to take its place. One gripped James' throat, the spacer sent a blaster bolt through its synthetic head and two more through the one behind him. A female HRD pulled James' gun hand wide, sweeping it off target. The spacer lurched forward, ramming his helmeted head throguh it's forehead. It's metallic body clattered to the floor as three more gripped his body, pulling him to the ground. A fourth retracted it's hand, a spinning drill appeared, slowly looming towards his head.

"I...... Hate...... Head games!" James roared, his furry boiling over.

It rolled off his body in a palpitable wave through the Force. His right arm pulled one of the bodies, sending it crashing into the drill. It's body spazzed as the metal tore into its husk of a body. James twisted left arm, smashing the HRD into the drill droid, the both went clattering away. James pulled himself to his feet, slapping his chest, "C'mon! Bring it on!"

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

Cyrus knew he'd hear about firing without permission later, but then he noticed they WERE all too perfect. Blonde was always right. He should know that by now. Oh well. The. The man appeared again. This made the LED's on Cyrus' mask burn Crimson. If he could speak, he'd be shouting "Why Won't You Stay Dead!" It baffles him as to how he kept coming back.

But, that would have to wait, first these dancer droids would need be dealt with. What with them trying to kill him and all. Since droids weren't actually alive, it wasn't fun to shoot them, so Cyrus pulled out a vibrosword. As the droid army rushed ahead, Cyrus slid a claymore under the feet of the incoming droids and watched as a dozen were blown up into the ceiling, a few coming down in pieces, some staying embedded into the ceiling. As the first came close enough to swing at Surgeon, he ducked and sliced the servos as the spine and bisected the droid, crumbling the separated pieces onto the floor.

Jumping back, Cyrus pulled and MP-SE grenade and spin the dial to the setting of 8 meters. Taking a bracing step, Cyrus hurled the grenade into the crowd of droids. At the distance of 8 meters, the grenade exploded. I should rephrase...disintegrated those unlucky droids caught in the blast. A big black spot now lay in the ballroom where the thermal detonated.

Being far more agile than his counterpart [member="James Justice"], it would seem, Cyrus artfully dodged attack after attack, and with the Tera Kasi training he'd received years ago, he was putting dents and breaking joints, disabling them entirely.

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Goran"] [member="Silas Miu"]

 

[Silas Miu]

Silas, as the rest of the crew made their way further into the hall, got into cover by the edge of the entryway, leaning around the corner to fire upon the droids that the others may miss upon their violent excursion into the chaotic flow of the makeshift ball room.

Something odd was definitely afoot here, they'd killed the same guy here multiple times already, yet he just keeps showing back up. What is this? Clones? Holo-droids? Immortality? Silas intended to find out, as this guy was seriously getting on his nerves.

"Let me know if you need any help with that datapad, Blonde!" Silas called over the comms as he continued to fire at the remaining droids.

 

[Miss Blonde]

While the boys were busy carving, exploding, and shooting various top hat adorned synthetic humanoid droids, Miss Blonde was using her small size and weight to her advantage. With only her pistol and light set of armor the woman jumped up a top the crowd of droids, since they were a solid piece of metal and flesh their reinforced skeletal structure could hold her weight. It was kind of like a more intense form of crowd surfing only when someone grabbed on to your leg you put a .45 caliber slug in their processor that was their brain.

As Miss Blonde bounded across the ocean of HRDs a large explosion went off a few meters from her evaporating droids in a flash of bright light and heat. She wondered how many more grenades Cyrus had left on him, it certainly wasn't enough and she knew that they weren't going to be able to take down all of these bastards, so it meant she had to hurry the hell up.

Now focusing on getting across the sea of droids, Miss Blonde continued to jump from face to face with her boot crushing and ruining the synthetic skin of these droids. But as she continued to have a birds eye view of the hanger she looked up and noticed something. An old and clearly broken dropship with old Primeval markings painted into it, she had recognized them due to an old Rebellion op she helped fund and gather Intel on. That was a interesting piece of information, but the better part was that she saw something large and heavy dangling above the stage and at this rate and at her current angle and position there was no way she was going to hit that target.

"SURGEON!!" Blonde yelled out as she reached for one of her high explosive grenades.

Taking it without pulling the pin she threw it hard over to Cyrus hoping he'd catch it then prime it to make the touchdown and crush the stage and the man underneath it. But as soon as the grenade left her hand on a trip over to Cyrus the woman was pulled down into the sea of droids where she would have to fend for herself until someone brought that old bird down.

[member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="Silas Miu"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Goran"]

 

[CreativeDroid123]

IG-88E was caught in the middle of all of this general chaos, not exactly knowing what was happening. Either way, he had his blaster drawn in case a crazed droid, a robber, or anything else was going to target him. "I have gotten tired of this crap. I'm finding my way out of here." he decided, out loud unfortunately. Just like that, a robber ran over with a blaster rifle at hand, demanding that the droid cooperated and handed over anything valuable. IG-88E had a trick up his sleeve, however. He handed him a wallet, and the robber lowered his weapon to examine it. Looking inside, he found no money, ID, or anything- but a concussion grenade inside instead. The droid dove about 40 feet away before the criminal and a few more beside him were blown to bits. IG-88E quickly scanned the structure, hoping to find an emergency exit (and preferably a close and undefended one, no doubt that explosion attracted attention.). He couldn't find one that led out of the building, but he did find one that led to a different floor. It would have to do.

The IG sneaked past some security guards and a few of the robbers before he arrived at the exit. To its dismay, a droid was shooting everywhere in front of it. He needed to destroy this other droid. Or at least distract it. He grabbed a gas canister- not fatal to droids, but could definitely blind it or distract it. Using it, the droid examined the gas, confused. IG-88E crept into the exit and bolted to the uninhabited floor. "For my sake, I hope no one saw me."

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

Cyrus was pulling a sword from the chest plate of a female HRD when the iconic yell of his boss cut through the crowd. He looked up just in time to snatch the grenade from the air. Ducking, embedding his sword into another droid, the Surgeon yanked the pin and put a wicked curve on it as he threw the grenade at the odd ship. It arced in such a way that it nailed the support that held the ship suspended above the stage. A breath that felt like an eternity before the ear splitting "twang" of metal snapping signaled the coming descent.

Looking back, he'd lost sight of Blonde. His LED went yellow with worry. Withdrawing his sword from the fallen droid, the Surgeon scaled a pair of droids like a parkour runner. As he ran atop the droids, a detonation caught his attention to his left, where he was a different type of droid dive and look about, expecting to be found. Cyrus have a thought to chase after this new droid, but Blonde was his first concern. Without her, who'd keep Surgeon in check and give him a home. A lost pup Cyrus was.

Sending a ping to [member="James Justice"], he pointed out the location of this new droid. Maybe it was a friend of the astromech? Maybe not?

Spotting the figure of Blonde in the crowd, he jumped forward. Vibrosword first, he planted his feet on the shoulders of a droid that came in on Blonde. Riding it down like a falling latter, Cyrus crouched and pulled his sword out, looking to Blonde, checking if she was alright.

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Goran"] [member="Silas Miu"] [member="CreativeDroid123"] (you need to change your name)

 

[James Justice]

The droids surged on his position. James felt a sense of glee wash over him. The more that came at him, the fewer there were to attack Blonde and Cyrus. Plus, he was furious and it was a chance to let his rage out. James drew his second blaster and began hailing hell down at the droids. He backpedaled, his fingers pulling the trigger as fast as they could. He didn't worry about aiming, the mass of enemies was pretty impossible to miss.

He came against the back wall, the HRDs were right on top of him. The spacer quickly holstered his empty blasters before propelling himself at the enemy, fingers curled as he snarled with rage. He tore an arm off one and twisted it back as a club, smashing through the head of another droid. He grabbed another arm, tearing it off and battering through another droid. It was a very disarming experience. He tore through carving a path through his foes with each step. Bolts flew through the air, oil, spare metal and parts. He saw the ping and the droid duck away. They weren't attacking them, so he wasn't too concerned with it. Later, maybe. For now, there was rage. That was all that mattered.

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"]

 

[CreativeDroid123]

IG-88E was on a different floor, searching desperately for an escape. His blaster was out in case some bandit ran in to attack him, and he had set noxious gas traps near the entrance of the room. If he were an organic, adrenaline would be driving this. Being a droid, his desperate feeling was an artificial program telling his thought matrix to simply get the heck out of there. Made sense. There was a huge group of spree-killing droids just outside the door, and not far behind them were robbers planning on killing anyone who didn't give them credits and property.

"Useless, greedy idiots. Assuming the people here are disposable compared to them. None of this would have happened if those robbers would have stayed away from this place. I guess, however, this was a good chance to practice my strategies." IG-88E's scheming computer brain and super destructive equipment made him a deadly foe to anyone after him here. Nonetheless, even that wasn't quite enough to survive this situation without eventually escaping. And that was the biggest problem now. "Now, this is provacative. No exits in this whole room. Now I have to go back to that war zone and find another one." The IG has had enough of this. He needed some way to intimidate all sides of the firefight to get a passage out of this building. "Good luck with that," he saidto himself. It was like he was cornered into a safe place that may or may not become deadly. The only thing he could think of was going out a nearby window. But without his ship... "Of course! My ship... It has enough weaponry to blow the whole establishment to poodoo knows what. He activated a sensor. Then he waited.

 

[CreativeDroid123]

IG-88E was on a different floor, searching desperately for an escape. His blaster was out in case some bandit ran in to attack him, and he had set noxious gas traps near the entrance of the room. If he were an organic, adrenaline would be driving this. Being a droid, his desperate feeling was an artificial program telling his thought matrix to simply get the heck out of there. Made sense. There was a huge group of spree-killing droids just outside the door, and not far behind them were robbers planning on killing anyone who didn't give them credits and property.

"Useless, greedy idiots. Assuming the people here are disposable compared to them. None of this would have happened if those robbers would have stayed away from this place. I guess, however, this was a good chance to practice my strategies." IG-88E's scheming computer brain and super destructive equipment made him a deadly foe to anyone after him here. Nonetheless, even that wasn't quite enough to survive this situation without eventually escaping. And that was the biggest problem now. "Now, this is provacative. No exits in this whole room. Now I have to go back to that war zone and find another one." The IG has had enough of this. He needed some way to intimidate all sides of the firefight to get a passage out of this building. "Good luck with that," he saidto himself. It was like he was cornered into a safe place that may or may not become deadly. The only thing he could think of was going out a nearby window. But without his ship... "Of course! My ship... It has enough weaponry to blow the whole establishment to poodoo knows what. He activated a sensor. Then he waited.

 

[CreativeDroid123]

IG-88E was on a different floor, searching desperately for an escape. His blaster was out in case some bandit ran in to attack him, and he had set noxious gas traps near the entrance of the room. If he were an organic, adrenaline would be driving this. Being a droid, his desperate feeling was an artificial program telling his thought matrix to simply get the heck out of there. Made sense. There was a huge group of spree-killing droids just outside the door, and not far behind them were robbers planning on killing anyone who didn't give them credits and property.

"Useless, greedy idiots. Assuming the people here are disposable compared to them. None of this would have happened if those robbers would have stayed away from this place. I guess, however, this was a good chance to practice my strategies." IG-88E's scheming computer brain and super destructive equipment made him a deadly foe to anyone after him here. Nonetheless, even that wasn't quite enough to survive this situation without eventually escaping. And that was the biggest problem now. "Now, this is provacative. No exits in this whole room. Now I have to go back to that war zone and find another one." The IG has had enough of this. He needed some way to intimidate all sides of the firefight to get a passage out of this building. "Good luck with that," he saidto himself. It was like he was cornered into a safe place that may or may not become deadly. The only thing he could think of was going out a nearby window. But without his ship... "Of course! My ship... It has enough weaponry to blow the whole establishment to poodoo knows what. He activated a sensor. Then he waited.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Miss Blonde was in the midst of fighting of dozens of limbs flying at her, thankfully her armor was powered or she was certain that she would of been seriously hurt or killed by now. Maybe she was getting sloppy with her age, but that didn't matter right now. Right now she had to survive this current situation.

With her pistol firing off in every which direction, the crime lord managed to pull herself to her feet in this mosh pit of angry droids. But like the savior that was space Jesus, Cyrus came crashing in like a wrecking ball sending droids flying in multiple directions and generally having a ball while doing so.

"Cover!" Z Blonde yelled as she heard the last crack above her head.

Lifting a single middle finger up towards the stage the man who just didn't want to die looked up to see the wrecked Primeval drop ship start to fall.

"Oh fuc-" was all he could say before the large ship crashed down on the entire stage, crushing him, the datapad, and the platform into a metallic blood filled pancake.

With the data pad destroyed the droids in the hanger as numerous as they were simply fell over or stood there motionless as they powered down.

Blonde growled to herself and shook off the droids before standing up and giving Cyrus a pat on the shoulder thanking him for the slam dunk of a play that was crushing the stage with the ship.

"Lift to the command deck is right up ahead." She said dusting herself off.

Blonde would then slowly limp her way over to the turbolift at the end of the hanger and pressed the button for the door to open.

"Everyone in."

[member="CreativeDroid123"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"]