Dead Space (CIS, others PM to join)

[Darth Ferus]

Edge of Confederate Space.

The CIS flagship Berserk had gone silent after it reached it's destination at the edge of CIS space. It was sent to investigate a possible Sith sighting, but shortly after it dropped out of hyperspace communications were dropped. What ever it was that cause the radio silence the CIS wanted to know, but they didn't want to risk a massive force. Instead they sent a small task force of select Templars and Clones under the command of Krest.

Krest stood in the back of the Tart-Cart, his form silent. For now he was planning, thinking on what exactly to do should there be a larger issue with they dropped out. The Tart-Cart was one of three gunships loaded on a small carrier ship made specifically to get in quietly and drop off the gunships before leaving. The Zabrak was not alone on his command though. @[member="CC-117 Canal"] was put in charge as his second and equal. The two together were to command the Templars and Dread Guard on the mission, and neither had the ability to command the others troops.

There was a test in this. Krest had his issues with Canal in the past, and he was more then sure the mission was to test the working relations between the Templars and Dread Guard if only to find a way to make them work together. For now he'd play along. After all, there was a whole crew of a flagship possibly depending on them.

 

[Djorn Bline]

After hearing about a CIS flag ship going rogue or becoming a ghost ship, the CIS were worried about it since this was a flag ship and it didn't communicate with the Fleet Ops after leaving and going to the edge of space. The CIS decided to out Krest in charge of a small team that would be tasked for this operation.

He was in the Tart-Cart with a special squad that Canal choosed when he was on Kamino. The squad was called Zealton. It took months for Canal to find a squad that was good, excellent, and perfect in hand to hand combat, excellent in all weaponry, and the last thing: that they could take in a lot of pain and that they too loved the pain. It was Ripper, Wrecker, and Nuke that were in his squad and had the same armor as Canal. White armor with blue on it.

However, Canal was second in command of the small team that was tasked. There was some tension between Canal and Krest but Canal put that in the droor and never looked at it again. He was sure that the tension between them went away sincwbthey were both the chiefs of this op. But they weren't the only ones. There were templars and other dread guard personnel that were also with the team. "Krest, I think its time to give the mission briefing to the team."

@[member="Krest"]

 

[Ak'lya]

Strask, as quietly as possible, slid into the back of the Tart-Cart. With any luck, @[member="CC-117 Canal"] and @[member="Krest"] wouldn't know he was there until they were done talking. If they saw him, he was here to serve. But otherwise, he was the spectre in the background. And he would be here, no matter what.

 

[Darth Ferus]

The Tart-Cart was loaded and closed long before Krest and @[member="CC-117 Canal"] spoke. The Botha's presence did not go unnoticed, but the presence was welcome. A spy would be more then helpful for this op. Krest stood up, nodding to Canal. The clone was right, now would be the time to inform the rest of them what the goal was. He brought up his arm, tapping on the com attached to it so he was speaking to all the Gunships.

"Beserk was deployed to look into a possible Sith siting. Soon after they dropped out they were silent. It took only one hour before we were deployed, so what ever is going on will probably still be pretty fresh. Our goal is to find the ship, infiltrate, find it's black-box, and deal with any threat we come across. We are weapon silent until noted otherwise. What ever is there cannot see us coming. If it is Sith, they have control of one of our more powerful flagships. They will not hesitate to blow us out of the sky."

The Zabrak brought his arm down, nodding to Canal. The clone would assign tasks to each group. They'd listen to him more then the Templar, and Krest knew it. So he took a step back, letting the commando take the floor. He cast a glance to @[member="Strask Ak'lya"], nodding slowly. His assistance would be more then welcome for what was coming up.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Once Krest spoke to the whole team and what their goal, he nodded him and went to his comm link so he can speak with the rest of the team.

"All right, men. You heard what Krest said to all of you. So all of us need to be on high alert, in case we face any hostiles during this op. Now, everyone will be split into three divisions which is why there are three gunships. Now the teams will be called Alpha, Bravo, and Charlie. Alpha squad will be heading to the bridge of the ship and retake it from hostiles. Krest will be leading the team. Bravo squad which will be led by me, will be inspecting and secure a perimeter on the right side of the ship. The same foes for you Charlie, you'll be securing the left aide of the ship. And if any of us see any organic beings on the ship with any weapons then you have permission to shoot him or her; shoot first, ask questions later. Now, if we see any of our own then you must take him with you and arm them. Once, we're done with any hostiles then we are to bring this ship back the Zenith Prime. Any questions?" There was a response of 'No, sir'. "Good, then lock and load lads."

He had his assault rifle and concussion rifle, two flash bangs, two detonators. His squad had DC-15S rifles and a shotgun except one who was the sniper. Each team would have an equal number of Templars and Dread Guard. "You ready?" Canal said to Krest and was now aware of a spy on the Tart-Cart. "Are you taking the spy?" Canal said to Krest as he looked at the Both an spy.

@[member="Krest"] @[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

 

[Ak'lya]

"No." Strask said to @[member="CC-117 Canal"]. "I'll move on my own." He worked better alone. The squad was a nightmare for him. With the Ar'krai team, he could at least have a squad of hos brothers and clanmates. That, he could tolerate. But working in a Dread Guard squad? Not something he would do given the chance. The Bothan smiled at the two. "I'm outside the Templars and the Dread Guard. Confederate Intelligence, at your service." No mention of other ranks. Viceroy, Talon squad, Minister, they didn't matter here. For now, he was just another operative.

 

[Yvorre Morcade]

Blind? Yes. Crippled? Yes. Brilliant?

Yes.

Sierra Levonan was pretty much useless when it came to actual combat, but she did know how to hold a three-way conversation. Four-way, if Agent Ak'lya deigned to participate. Spies were usually cautious, so she didn't press the matter. But, it was her job to keep them coordinated, in contact, and provide the teams with new information if and when she received it. "Agent Ak'lya, are you going to be joining us on the comms?" She asked.

@[member="Strask Ak'lya"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest spoke up before @[member="Strask Ak'lya"] would have a chance to speak. He had no intention of letting the agent go off on his own, but he had no intention of slowing him down either. "Agent Ak'lya will have three commandos from the stealth group with him. They will be under his control as he leads team three himself. No reason for him to go off alone."

The Zabrak offered a wink to @[member="CC-117 Canal"] before addressing the three ships. "Now that you lot have heard from our lovely lady assistant @[member="Sierra Levonan"], you will do well to listen to what she says should myself, Canal, or the Bantha fall and one of you takes the lead. She knows more about the Beserk then any of us ever will in our lives. Should you yourself get separated from your group, patch into her and she'll lead you home."

The three gunship carrier dropped out of hyperspace, right in front of the Beserk. It's engines were dead, very few signs of life, and very little energy being put out. Scanning revealed that it was still highly active, it's central battery still well active and full. It was floating as if it was waiting to attack. Krest grit his teeth at the sight, a deep frown on his face. Something big was up, and he didn't like it.

"Get ready boys. We board now!" The Gunships dropped out of the carrier, each going right for the Beserk's hangar. From initial scans it showed them to be oddly the dead spot, devoid of life. Hopefully that would remain the case. They would get on the ship, group up, and set off, all while under the watchful eye of Sierra, who should still be on the carrier ship.

 

[Djorn Bline]

They finally reached the Berserk and soon the gunships went off to board it. "Remember, boys, shoot first and ask questions later, unless its one of our own." He said to everyone on his comm link. He then looked at Krest and then at the spy, "Since you're on a military op, you will listen to orders from your superiors. Once we're done then you don't have to listen to us. But while you're here you'll listen to tour superiors."

Then the gunships landed on the Berserk in the hnagar bay. They all exited out and the first order that Canal gave was this, "Everyone, secure the hangar. Check everything. Make sure that there are no signs of hostilities." With that, they all did. So far nothing seemed out of place and no signs of hostility. Strange, unless the whole crew became zombies or what.

"Alright, men. Since we all checked the hangar we now go out separate ways in teams. So each team will have twenty men, since there are sixty of us in total. Each team will have ten templars and ten Dread Guard clones. So you guys will choose which team to be in." Since he had his squad of four, they automatically went with him. Then six more clones and ten templars joined his team. The same with Krest's team and Charlie team, which a Templar would lead Charlie. He waited for the others so they could all move on.

@[member="Krest"] @[member="Sierra Levonan"] @[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Zius had stowed himself away on the gunship that had docked into the hangar bay of the Berserk, asleep until he felt the sudden jolt of the landing gear as it made contact with the LZ.

"Huh...?"

He slowly pushed himself up and out of the sleeping quarters, peering down the corridor with an arched brow of confusion. Where the feth was everyone and how long was he out? Where had they landed? He let out a soft groan and opened his gear storage, suiting up in his durasteel armour and armourweave bodysuit. He grabbed his helmet lastly and slid it onto his head, the HUD interface lighting up with a couple electronic beeps.

Welcome, Zius Aurus. User preferences configured. Vitals linked.

He took a deep breathe and brushed the ragged cloak aside and made his way down the metallic corridor, the overhead lights illuminating the grey-ish silver of his armour as his lightsaber hugged the side of his right hip, rattling gingerly against his plate with each footfall. After a couple moments of walking, he finally found the hatch and slowly walked down the ramp.

This place is totally dead, not even a sound. What was going on?

Zius furrowed his brow behind his helmet and drew his lightsaber to his side, pressing the activation as he turned slowly in a circle to observe his surroundings aboard the unknown vessel. After some seemingly pointless speculation as to why the crew was absent, he activated his comm link and made a broadcast to anyone around. Surely his people were somewhere close.

"This is Zius Aurus of the Templar Order, can anyone respond? I was lounging on the gunship and have no idea what's going on. Care to fill me in?"

He exhaled sharply and decided to look around some more, hopefully to figure out what business they had aboard a seemingly derelict flagship. At least he understood that this was a CIS vessel judging by the affiliated markings. All he could do now is poke around and wonder if it wasn't actually a trap of sorts.

@Krest @Sierra Levonan @Strask Ak'lya @[member="CC-117 Canal"]

 

[Ak'lya]

Strask switched his headpiece off the Net's channel, to the Confederacy main. "Yeah, I'm on." The channel was quiet out here, not having the traffic of the Umbra's comm center in the background. @[member="Sierra Levonan"] had him wired in. And he would listen to updates, but a minimal amount would come from him. Radio chatter was not something he tried to make. Finaly responding to @[member="CC-117 Canal"], he said, "I've been doing this for longer than either of you have been alive. I'll listen, but until you get that I probably know what I'm doing after twenty-nine years at it, don't pretend that you know everything." He turned to look at @[member="Krest"], before exiting the ship and heading away from both gunships and squads. A team of four would be too easy to spot. The Bothan would slip along alone, unless the team could find him. Then, and only n, would he use them. But his job was best done alone. His movements slowed as he slipped back into the shadows, a home of freedom.

 

[Yvorre Morcade]

Sierra switched off her communicator for a second. "More about the Berserk. Right." She muttered. "Not really."

Then she switched it back on just in time to convey an inarticulate mutter with the effect of boys over Canal and Ak'lya's conversation. Despite that, it was nice to be relied upon again, although it was a little infuriating that she couldn't be any more use than a comms officer. Then again...officer.

Oh, look, figuratively speaking. Person.

"Zius Aurus? This is Sierra Levonan. Gimme a sec..." A pause that lasted for roughly half a minute could be heard as she connected the Templar to the rest of them. "There we go. Now we should all be able to hear you." She said cheerfully. "Krest, sir, would you like to explain what's going on, or shall I?" The only reason she was offering Krest the opportunity instead of doing the talking herself, was that Krest was also a Templar.

@[member="Strask Ak'lya"] @[member="Zius Aurus"] @[member="Krest"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest shook his head a bit. The Bantha was already proving himself more of a liability then anything else. He wanders onto the ship, then takes off on his own. Krest shook his head slow, hopefully something would eat him. Make the rest of the mission easier. The Zabrak dismissed the thought though, no reason to wish allies harm. He activated his calm, ready to answer when something in the distance scurried.

Scurried. There was no shape to it, no light. What ever it was, it wasn't human. Krest held up his hand as a way to get the group to be silent, and hopefully they would listen. There was a faint tapping sound. A faint scrapping as things moved. A lot of things. The hangar started to come to life, small lights turning on red. The hanger burst with what seemed like hundreds of red lights, all of them focused on the drop ships.

Krest waved a hand, motioning for the gunship lights to turn on. Oddly shaped droids filled the hanger. Some were missing parts, others were like humans, almost looking identical. What ever these things were, they didn't move. They watched, waited.

@Strask Ak'lya @Zius Aurus @CC-117 Canal @[member="Sierra Levonan"]

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Lights. Many red lights, all of which were focused with unknown intentions. Zius found himself outnumbered very quickly in only a matter of seconds as the mechanical beings made their eerie appearance. The flood lights from the drop-ships revealed a multitude of mysterious figures and shadows of twisted and malformed machinery. These obviously weren't standard droids, no way in all of Corellia's Nine Hells. Zius stood his ground, scanning the entities one at a time-- far too many to count. He kept his tongue silenced, tightening the grip on the hilt of his curved lightsaber. What was he to do? More to the point, is this what caused the disappearance of the crew? More and more questions were being raised within his mind, no doubt it would do the same for the others.

He spoke softly into his comm once again, keeping an eye on the perplexing horde of technological abominations.

"Alright... I get the memo now. What the feth is this all about and what's the plan?"

All he could do now was keep his ground until notified otherwise. Things weren't looking good at all.

@Strask Ak'lya @[member="Krest"] @CC-117 Canal @Sierra Levonanhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/1487-sierra-levonan/

 

[Djorn Bline]

Who does this Bothan thinks he is. He might've been longer than Canal, but that doesn't mean that the Bothan knew everything. He doesn't know any tactics, and other military things. "Don't worry about him. If he wants to prove himself that he's something then let him. But that will be in the report to Commander Calico." Canal wasn't angry, yet. He would if the spy screwed up things for them. And he better not expect a squad go and help him if he is injured or facing hostiles that he wouldn't handle.

Then, all of a sudden, there was something moving. "Didn't you guys checked the hangar?" And was answered by 'yes' from the clones and templars. Then there were red lights focusing on the gunships. "What the...?" Said a clone as he saw the red lights from the opposite side.

"Sir, I'm picking up something from my HUD," a clone said to Canal. "I think we all are," Canal said as he, too, saw on his HUD that there were was something out there. Droids. He recognized the sound and knew that it was droids before the gunships turned on their lights.

"What in the...?" Said a clone as they all saw the droids that seemed to horrified some of the men. The droids seemed deformed, looked like humans, and other things. They just waited, and watch and didn't do anything. "Blast 'em," Canal ordered to the clones and the templars. Canal raised his assault rifle and opened fired at the droids. Soon, the clones and the Templars obeyed Canal's orders and fired at the droids.

@[member="Krest"] @[member="Sierra Levonan"] @[member="Strask Ak'lya"] @[member="Zius Aurus"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

Meh, double post.

 

[Darth Ferus]

The blaster fire rang out in the hangar. The droids did nothing to stop it, dropping from the shots with ease. But the remaining took their place. When one went down, two sprang up to take their place. Eventually, the same initially shot down would some how come back to the front. They were fixing each other after they got shot. Bringing them back.

And they were coming closer. Krest pulled out Deus, holding the purple burning blade in one hand. "Stop your shooting! They're not attacking us yet, and if they wanted to they could overrun us by the looks of it! Get back on the gunships, we're pulling out. I don't know what these things are, but we won't win a fight with the-"

Krest's voice was cut off as all the droids suddenly screamed. All in unison. Human, droid, what ever the noise was it couldn't find a common ground between the two. Krest doubled over, holding his ears as the noise became louder, closer. But as soon as it started, it stopped. And the droids were gone. There were no red lights. No figures. The entire hangar was empty.

"Load up -now-!" Krest turned back to the gunships, ready to leave. Instead he found the now missing droids. They swarmed over the third gunship, tearing it and the clones and Templars apart. An explosion rippled under the surface of the wave of droids, but the sheer number seemed to of contained it. The remaining clones and Templars took of in the opposite direction, and it was a good idea. The machines scrapped the first gunship and were already working on the second. Krest turned, running after the others.

What the kark is going on.

@Strask Ak'lya @Zius Aurus @CC-117 Canal @Sierra Levonanhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/1487-sierra-levonan/

 

[Djorn Bline]

It seemed that there was an infinite number of droids. They just came coming and coming and coming. Even the ones who were shot dead came back to life. He then heard Krest ordering them to stop their fire.

"Stop your fire!" Then he and the rest of the team heard a scream that is probably worse than a force scream from the droids. They all covered their ears as they heard the scream getting louder and louder. But then it stopped and soon they disappeared. "We can't go now, Krest. This is an important op."

He turned back and saw that the third gunship and Charlie team being torn apart and being annihilated. "Move it, men! We're out of here," he yelled at Alpha and Bravo teams as he threw a detonator at the droids. He ran with Krest as they followed the rest of the team. "Well, what's next?" He asked Krest as they caught up with the rest of the team. "Weapons ready men. We might be encountering more of those things. Miss Levonan, can you tell me what is on the ship besides us?"

@[member="Krest"] @[member="Zius Aurus"] @[member="Sierra Levonan"] @[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

None of this was right. Suddenly the droids joined together in an orchestra of harsh screeching; an extreme decibel of volume, causing Zius to close his eye behind his helm and grit his teeth. What the feth? There wasn't any use fighting back against such odds. It would only prove futile. He watched as the others were hastily and messily ripped apart, sharing the same fate as the ships. It was beginning to seem like escape wasn't an option to gamble for-- where did these things come from? Who put them on this flagship? Running and surviving was the only choice for now, questions would have to be answered some other way.

Things never really went as planned, did they? Zius shifted his gaze from side to side, observing the sudden invasion and overwhelming nature of these mechanical monsters. His stance shifted to a defensive one as he also fell back with the surviving Templars and clones.

"Dammit! I was resting pretty well and then this happens. Fething droids."

He turned to Krest, his lightsaber still active and firmly held at his side.

"Alright, we need to search for escape pods and quickly. There's no telling where they could be hiding or if they're even stalking us; which, I would imagine they would be. We may even come across the reason they're here as well."

Everything was going to hell pretty fast. Would they even survive?

@Strask Ak'lya @[member="Krest"] @CC-117 Canal @Sierra Levonan

 

[Yvorre Morcade]

Sierra's hands were flying over the controls, blind eyes frowning as she tried to make sense of what the scanners' speakers were telling her.

"I can't make any sense of it - the readings are bizarre. I've never seen anything like it." Despite the very real danger then troops were facing, Sierra could help but be just a little bit thrilled by the new puzzle to solve. "But might I suggest you pull out and blast it to bits from a ship or three?" She added. Unknown combatants capable of destroying a gunship within the space of seconds suggested a retreat was in order, and that a ranged attack was their best hope of success.

@[member="Zius Aurus"] @Strask Ak'lya @Krest @CC-117 Canal