Dominion Engines Screaming [SJC - Nooli]

[Aien Mueller]

You know those types you don't want to meet in a dark alley?​

ORDERS: OPERATION "*******"

Spoiler: LOADOUT(unless missions specific):

Armor - "Apostle" armor(all),
Weapons (team)- Pistol, Combat Knife,
Grenade, Thermal Detonator
(Snipers)- Submachine Gun, Sniper rifle,
Wrist Blaster
(Assault)- Assault Rifle, Slugthrower Pistol
(Heavy Weapons)- Minigun, Assault Rifle

Spoiler: FIRE TEAMS

GOLD TEAM: Azrael(Aien Mueller), Castiel(Zev Tantor)
BLUE TEAM: Sauriel(Tauren Saryl), Samael(Tomas Isaacs),
Michael (Laroyce Bromin)
RED TEAM: Gabriel(Ewan Isaacs), Bartleby(Dem Oniqua)

ORDERS:
OVERWATCH: “Seraphim”
Tag: Mathieu Brion Zayle Beiste Stardust Solus Skirae Zenda Tano-Bonteri Subject 648 Slipknot Kranak Vizsla Ki'an Vizsla Vulpesen

CARRIER LAUNCH DECK
TEN STANDARD MINUTES AGO

Loading in, the team was as quiet as ever, this was a “simple rescue mission” which was wrong, otherwise, they would not be here. So they were all heavily armed. Explosives were limited to Gabriel as he had the shaped charges for in case things went south. They were not here to rescue anyone, they were not here to blow things up, they were here to change the game, whatever that means.

TRANSPORT 4
PRESENT TIME

The trip was surprisingly smooth, not to mention fast. As the transport pilots could be heard talking over comms to a group apparently already on the station.

“Coming in.”

There was nothing but darkness out the viewports, and what looked to be emergency lights. This was not going to be an easy experience. Caltin could sense them, and what’s worse they could sense him. That meant that they could sense most everyone attunes to the Force. This was going to be a bit of a nightmare after all, who knows how many of them there are. This was going to be a fight either way and while he was prepared, Caltin didn’t want to risk those around him.

Vanagor was offering his weapon to the other Jedi, they had their own issues to deal with.

Weapons Check… ready in two.

Check

Check

Check

Check

Check

Check

Slow and steady. By the numbers. We at least get the lights on. If it bleeds and comes at us… we can kill it. Let’s do this.

Slowly, like the Jedi, and whoever else made their way out, Omega Squad moved as one they had targets of opportunity, but most of all, they had an objective that they were not used to. Keeping everyone else alive.

... yeah, we scare them.

 

[Zayle Beiste]

Objective B: Ah! You scared me!
Present Company: Vulpesen

Their numbers were increasing and as more Silver Concord personnel began to converge on the space-station, Zayle looked to Vupesen and his security party, giving them a nod in greeting, glad to be among others so capable. "Greetings Commander" the Lasat Jedi Master acknowledged the lead man, while turning to look back out across the Hangar, what darkness hadn't completely shrouded from view.

Reaching out with his left hand, the Last summoned the energies of the Force from around them, that which became visible tendrils of light swirling in towards his palm and taking a spherical shape illuminating the immediate area around them in a greater light.

"Perhaps we should see about returning power to this Station" he suggested, turning back to Vulpesen and his people, "If you would like to take the lead, I would surely follow my friend" he bowed his head, more than happy to act as a supporting role should they require it.

The Jedi Master wasn't one for aggression, whereas they had come well-armed. However, the matter of a potential hostile presence such as Starwierds was a concern for any Force User and as an avid student of the Force, it was Zayle's intention to see any such apparition dispatched, that they might find peace in the Force once more.

Mathieu Brion | Aien Mueller | Stardust Solus Skirae | Zenda Tano-Bonteri | Subject 648 Slipknot | Kranak Vizsla | Ki'an Vizsla​

 

[Ura Iolar]

Objective: A
Location: Aboard a Y-TIE escorting a Yurbian Arquitens-class light cruiser.
Tags: Gir Quee

Ura flipped some switches within the Y-TIE as she began to slip from derelict to derelict on the path of the Sunrise, one of the surviving Yurbian Arquitens. They were definitely slower going than their SJC counterparts. They lacked the hangers and smaller craft, but they did have the advantage of being about to repair derelicts without needing EVA gear. Ura's fighter slowly approached as the tech who was currently in the gunner's seat looked over.

"So what's with the color?" Ura tensed a little, looking back before speaking.

"Just... helping a friend with something. Get ready, next wreck's coming." The tech nodded while Ura got ready and got her own tools before opening the canopy. She would look at the ship, getting some things in place as she fixed it a working order so it could get to the Jedi ships, but Ura couldn't help but feel like something was... telling her something was wrong. She looked around, sighing before hitting her comms.

"Paladin's Commitment this is Resurgent Three. How many freighters are you picking up? Sunrise lost her scanners a couple of minutes ago."

 

[GAL Ltd.]

GAME ON YAKHEAD!​

LOCATION: Open Space over Nooli
LOCAL TIME: 1830 hours
BASED: The Carrier "Liberation"
ORDERS: Rescue those who need it, provide "Overwatch"
WINGMATES: Gir Quee Ura Iolar R Rom Kallung

With that carrier moving out and around, the bridge was abuzz with activity. With more and more fighters launching, the transports either on their way to the station or down to the planet to pick up survivors, patrols buzzing around, it is a busy time. The bridge was indeed taking Liram’s words to heart, there was an air of efficiency, and they were indeed looking for any signs of a potential attack. Other than a potential pirate ship or two on the fringes, there has been little sign.

“Commo-Conn” the Communications station called out.

“Go ahead, Commo.” Halpern, the XO responded.

“Receiving calls from a ship( R Rom Kallung ) asking “If this thing on..””

“Send back static...”

” Belay that… patch them to my headset…” Liram spoke up, winking at his First officer as if to say “I got this…”

” This is Captain Liram Angellus, of the Silver Defense Fleet carrier “Liberation”, to the unidentified vessel. You are on a military channel, please identify yourself.”

As Halpern held back a laugh, certain that the response would frighten whoever was on the other side, his head swiveled at the snap of light that eas traditional with ships entering a system dropping out of lightspeed. He recognized one, two, three of the ships, all of them were “Silvers”.

“Sensor-Conn… inbound..”

“We see them, Lieutenant. It’s “The Paladin’s Commitment.”, Admiral Quee’s flagship.”

” Keep patrols up, Conn-Flight… assign ‘%20RZ-3%20A-Wing%20interceptor']Gator’ ‘Cal’ and ‘Gunk’ squadrons to assist any rescue ships that “The Paladin” just to assist. Conn-Commo, put through to ’ The Paladin’ what our plans are unless the Admiral has something different in mind..”

Liram has a history of having a problem with the command, for some reason though, he didn’t with Admiral Quee, he actually liked the guy. Probably because of the spiffy “Jackal Fighters” his company made, either way, Liram actually liked the guy.

No… not like that.

 

[Rom Kallung]

GAME ON YAKHEAD!​

LOCATION: Open Space over Nooli
LOCAL TIME: 1830 hours
BASED: The Carrier "Liberation"
ORDERS: Rescue those who need it, provide "Overwatch"
WINGMATES: Gir Quee Ura Iolar R Rom Kallung

With that carrier moving out and around, the bridge was abuzz with activity. With more and more fighters launching, the transports either on their way to the station or down to the planet to pick up survivors, patrols buzzing around, it is a busy time. The bridge was indeed taking Liram’s words to heart, there was an air of efficiency, and they were indeed looking for any signs of a potential attack. Other than a potential pirate ship or two on the fringes, there has been little sign.

“Commo-Conn” the Communications station called out.

“Go ahead, Commo.” Halpern, the XO responded.

“Receiving calls from a ship( R Rom Kallung ) asking “If this thing on..””

“Send back static...”

” Belay that… patch them to my headset…” Liram spoke up, winking at his First officer as if to say “I got this…”

” This is Captain Liram Angellus, of the Silver Defense Fleet carrier “Liberation”, to the unidentified vessel. You are on a military channel, please identify yourself.”

As Halpern held back a laugh, certain that the response would frighten whoever was on the other side, his head swiveled at the snap of light that eas traditional with ships entering a system dropping out of lightspeed. He recognized one, two, three of the ships, all of them were “Silvers”.

“Sensor-Conn… inbound..”

“We see them, Lieutenant. It’s “The Paladin’s Commitment.”, Admiral Quee’s flagship.”

” Keep patrols up, Conn-Flight… assign ‘%20RZ-3%20A-Wing%20interceptor']Gator’ ‘Cal’ and ‘Gunk’ squadrons to assist any rescue ships that “The Paladin” just to assist. Conn-Commo, put through to ’ The Paladin’ what our plans are unless the Admiral has something different in mind..”

Liram has a history of having a problem with the command, for some reason though, he didn’t with Admiral Quee, he actually liked the guy. Probably because of the spiffy “Jackal Fighters” his company made, either way, Liram actually liked the guy.

No… not like that.

"i am rom kallung of the silver jedi concord
I heard that you need some help with rescuing crew members,is that right"
GAL Ltd.

 

[Ki'an Vizsla]

After arriving at the given coordinates, the engine whirred to a halt and the Mandalorian hopped up from his seat to consider and collect the most appropriate weapons for the job from his assortment of firearms. It was mostly legends that foretold of an almost transcendental creature that roamed so any knowledge on how to destroy such a being was scarce. Given their aversion to Force users suggested perhaps they had a certain weakness to the metaphysical power that the Jedi possessed - an area of expertise that he would not be of much assistance in.

"How do you prepare for something so unpredictable?" He asked himself thoughtfully as his gaze moved over the store of weapons. He opted for the usual but to forgo the grenades and take a slugthrower instead which he slung over his shoulder before disembarking to join who he assumed were two Jedi already present in the hangar.

As a naturally confident person socially, he would have little trouble approaching the strangers. However, he would be trying to gauge where his place was in the hierarchy of the Jedi who he would accompany. "Hey!" He called out to his newfound allies as he stepped off the ramp of the ship and approached the pair with his helmet resting between his arm and side as a less impersonal way of greeting new people. "Are either of you in charge here?" He asked with a friendly smile.

Contrary to many Mandalorians, he wasn't particularly aggressive or assertive and had a disposition which suited that of the Jedi which meant oftentimes he didn't fit in with his own culture. However, working with the Jedi meant an opportunity to use such a nature for good rather than being mocked by some of his peers. However, he was not oblivious to the reputation of his people and was prepared for any wariness as a result.

The Mandalorian would offer a handshake to both men in turn in greeting. He wasn't sure of the customs of the Jedi but it seemed like a pretty standard greeting across the galaxy. "I'm Ki'an. Nice to meet you." He introduced himself, still with a warm smile. He wanted to be respectful of the Jedi but was still clueless about any formalities they had.

Zayle Beiste Vulpesen

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

Location: Nooli’s Orbitting Space Station
Local Time: 18:21
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Investigate what had occured in the space station that resulted in the station going dark.
Secondary Objective: Find a way to restore the space station’s power.
Ship: M-30S Krayt Gunship
Equipment: Loadout 2 (Swapped Westar-M5 w/ DR-04DB Class-D Disruptor Rifle)
Tags: Ki'an Vizsla | Zayle Beiste | Stardust Solus Skirae | Leehak Tano-Bonteri | Caltin Vanagor | Aien Mueller | Mathieu Brion | Vulpesen

Kranak at the time, was in the process of clearing the floor nearby his insertion point, going room by room. He had cleared a number of rooms already, but there were still a number of small to large storage units he would have to sweep before moving on to the upper levels of the space station. The turbolifts were, of course, not operational at the time since the station’s power was not restored yet. He would have to find and ascend the stairs to reach the next upper level to continue with his sweep of the station.

The Ori’ramikad had just finished clearing a large storage unit. There was nothing out of the ordinary in the storage unit. Just clumps of neatly stacked crates of various shapes and sizes in the room. There was no sign of a struggle here, like the rest of the rooms he’d searched in the current level. No signs of a struggle, no trace of these things called Starweirds, yet. Slightly frowning,the giant Ori’ramikad turned around with a muffled sigh. Walking out of the large storage unit cautiously with his weapon on low-ready, he stood next to the door frame with his back momentarily turned against the hallway behind him. With his non-dominant left hand he reached for a light green fluorescent marker from his pocket. Removing its cap, he marked the room’s door frame with a large X at chest level, indicating the room was cleared. He had also marked the other rooms he cleared in a similar fashion.

He was about to continue clearing several more rooms down the hallway to his front, but he heard faint thuds coming from his rear. Footsteps. He turned around in an instant, pointing his rifle directly at the source of the sound. The sound was accompanied with a light, seemingly increasing in brightness as whoever -or whatever- it was came closer.

“Who the kark…”

The Ori’ramikad wasn’t sure who it was. Could it be a Starweird? But that didn’t make sense, he had cleared that sector before moving on to the next. What lay there was a bunch of storage units and the Hangar Bay. Or maybe it was someone from the Concord, or someone helping them out, like him. With a very faint patter, Kranak switched his Verpine battle rifle’s fire mode from semi-auto to two round burst as a response, waiting for the unknown contact to turn around the corner.

His night vision’s brightness automatically adjusted itself to the light source as a tall humanoid silhouette turned around the corner. With a faint, muffled sigh of relief, the Ori’ramikad lowered his rifle. It was a Togruta Jetii, using his lightsaber as his light source to be able to navigate the space station shrouded by the dark.

"Su cuy'gar." The Knight said. He didn't know much Mando'a, but he knew a decent amount. "My name is Leehak Tano-Bonteri."

The Jetii greeted him in Mando’a and introduced himself to the Mandalorian. His pronunciation was a little off, but he appreciated the kind gesture regardless. With a slight nod of the head, [“Su cuy, Jetii. Ner gai cuyir Kranak.”] was his response.

Leehak’s surname sounded very familiar to him. A younger Jetii he had met one time in Coruscant had the same surname. Her name was Kuxirra. She was also the same species as Leehak. Kranak parted his lips to inquire what she was to Leehak but couldn’t as he heard the muffled yap of a small caliber blaster coming from one level above, accompanied by a muffled, blood curdling scream.

[“Haarchak.”] He grunted as he glanced at the ceiling and back at Leehak. [“Come on, we better check that out.”] the Ori’ramikad uttered, switching back to Basic. His voice sounding hoarse due to his helmet’s vocabulator. Raising his Verpine battle rifle as he turned, cautiously moving towards the staircase and started ascending to the level above.

He reached the doors opening to the level he heard the blaster fire and the scream after ascending four flights of stairs, but the doors were closed shut. The screaming had stopped not too long ago, and this fething door was in their way, blocking their path. The Mandalorian eyed the door in front of him. It’s panels didn’t appear to be too thick, with the lock at the center where the panels met. Once opened, the panels would retract into their housing within the walls on the sides.

[“I got this.”] he said to Leehak as he centered himself with the door. His Verpine battle rifle -slung across his chest with a two point sling- fell flatly on his chest as he let go of the rifle. He then landed a powerful left punch straight on top of the door’s lock, The lock and the metal caved in slightly, but caved in further after another punch, creating a sufficient gap between the panels for the giant to rip open the door to the sides.

“These crushgaunts are amazing.”

Grasping each panel firmly using the gap he made, he ripped the doors open to the side after a short wrestle. The metallic screech drowned out his grunting as the doors were ripped open to the sides completely. The Mandalorian continued on with his gun raised into the next level cautiously. Whoever -or whatever- was with them on this floor had to have heard of that door being ripped open, so, it was safe to assume they would have company rather soon.

The hallway that laid before The Mandalorian’s eyes were a complete mess. There were a number of blaster scorch marks on the walls, with moderate structural damage on the hallway. Cabling freely dangled from the ceiling, with a number of metallic debris lying on the floor here and there. But then, he spotted it, standing -no, hovering- in the hallway to his right, about twenty meters away from them.

A tall, almost skeletal being. It’s white hair floating unopposed by the space station’s gravity. It’s eyes glowed sinisterly on his night vision. With long sharp claws, it looked straight out of a horror holo-movie. It set its glowing eyes on the giant Ori’ramikad, with an unsettling toothy grin. It hovered freely next to an emboweled man, his lifeless body leaning against the durasteel wall, his right hand clutching a blaster pistol laid on his lap.

[“Contact, dead ahead.”] Kranak reported to Leehak, sounding seemingly unaffected from what he saw. As long as it bled, he could kill it.

He gently pulled the trigger after sliding his trigger finger from the trigger guard to the Verpine battle rifle’s hair trigger. The whisper quiet Verpine rifle fired off two 12.7x55mm High Explosive rounds aimed straight at the creature’s head. The rounds went through its head and struck the durasteel wall behind the creature. The rounds exploded with a muffled boom upon impact, ripping off small chunks of steel from the wall. But the rounds and the explosion of the rounds had no effect on the Starweird.

“...What the feth?”

That wasn’t supposed to happen! In disbelief, he pulled the trigger thrice in quick succession, firing off six more High Explosive rounds. Again, it went through the creature, causing it no harm!

“This has to be a sick joke! Alright, time to kick it up a notch.”

Seeing his Verpine battle rifle was ineffective against the Starweird, he decided to fall back to his Disruptor rifle. Just as the rifle dropped slung on Kranak’s chest with his right hand reaching for the Disruptor slung on his back, the creature let out a deafening scream. It sounded as if the chakaar screamed right into his ear! It caused the giant to stumble backwards, his vision blurring from the scream. Despite being disoriented for a moment, he could still pick out the creature’s silhouette. It was starting to come closer.

He managed to pull the Disruptor over his shoulder after slightly recovering from the disorienting scream. The creature was coming at him fast, it had reduced the distance between them to ten meters while he tried to recover. With the flick of the fire selector he took off the safety and set it to full auto. He aimed the rifle centre mass as best as he could and pulled the trigger. The sharp shriek of the Disruptor rang through the hallway as the Ori’ramikad fired, with the Disruptor shots passing straight through the creature, striking the durasteel wall behind it, Yet again, no effect on target.

[“Ah, chit!”] he shouted.

The creature was now in spitting distance. It grabbed and pushed away Kranak’s rifle with its left hand, and clawed him with its right. The creature’s claws phased through his armor and slashed across his chest. He stumbled back towards the durasteel wall behind him to his right as he clutched his chest with his left hand while gritting his teeth, trying to endure the pain. He fired off a short salvo with his Disruptor rifle after quickly tucking the buttstock of his rifle under his right arm, firing from the hip. Much to Kranak's frustration the Disruptor shots simply punched through and struck the wall behind the creature, with no seeming effect on the Starweird.

[“Kark damn it!”] He swore out loud, his voice muffled by his helmet’s vocabulator. He saw the creature about to lunge at him for another attack with its sharp claws. He would try to dodge the attack, trying to side step it to the left as fast as he could, moments before the Starweird lunged at him.

 

[Leehak Tano-Bonteri]

Leehak watched the Starweird move towards Kranak Vizsla and moved to intercept it, but he was too slow, as he was recovering from the screech. As the creature clawed the Mandalorian, the Togruta spoke up. "Hey!" He rarely raised his voice, but this was one of those times. The Knight watched as the creature whirled towards him. "It's me you want!" He'd heard that Starweirds would attack Force-sensitives, and Force, those rumors were right. After the disruptor shot phased through, the creature made a lunge, seemingly for Kranak, who dodged. Leehak stepped forward and swung his saber at the Starweird. He was not surprised to see it phase through, and he was prepared. He sent a powerful Force push at the creature, sending it backwards as he added the Progenitor's Call, which he hoped would affect the Starweird as much as its screech had affected him.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Aien Mueller and his squad. Kranak Vizsla Leehak Tano-Bonteri

A ship landed just behind her, her gaze turned to the squad that just off loaded and gave a nod to them before she spoke

sucuy gar, there is much honor to be one today, very powerful opponents, I only request you do not get in my way while I fight these beasts.

She was polite, before her gaze turned feral as she heard a scream and a wicked grin formed back on her face as she started forward into the station. Her steps were slow despite the risk these things could present to her, it was as if a confident beasts had just entered the domain of another intent on claiming it for it's own, though he rhead didnt move her sense kept a watch on all sides as she let a calm breath out and glanced just barely before she stopped all together

sneaky sneaky...

A few eerily quiet moments would pass, then sudden from her left a hand swiped through the wall just barely missing her as she ducked and rolled away before she stood coming face to face with her first starweird. At first fear sprang up her body nearly jolted back but she stopped herself and as it screamed she winced and squinted her eyes before she let out her own scream in the force and lit her hands ablaze with pyrokinesis

your kind may be nigh undefeatable, but since I've first encountered your kind...I've learned a lot~

It swung at her, star ucke dufner and shot a blast of fire right into its side hearing it screech as she back stepped and laughed

WITH THE FORCE AS MY WEAPON! I WILL BRING YOU PAIN! I WILL INCINERATE YOU FROM THIS VERY PLANE OF EXISTENCE!

With that it charged again, swiping at her and nailing her side a little as she grunted and sounded throwing some flames right into its chest, this would be a decent battle to start

 

[Vulpesen]

Objective: 2
Location: Nooli Space Station Hangar
Tags: Zayle Beiste Ki'an Vizsla
Personal Forces:

Spoiler

Captain Corren Harlow: Wolf
Lieutenant Relovan Vixos: Coyote
Sergeant Corranthus Garlan: Wild Dog
Sergeant Zerrek Terris: Shepherd
Corporal Illoris Carrow: Wild Dog
Private Karrosil Garlan: Husky
Private Harroyar Kurnasiv: Wolf
Private Olurok Aryos: Jackal
Private Vereo Groleon: Shepherd

"Master Jedi," Vulpesen responded, offering the Lasat a nod. Seeing the light coalesce around the man, Vulpesen felt an odd feeling settle about him, like butterflies in his stomach. Force light had a certain way of bringing ruin to the darkside, and while Vulpesen was far from a sith, his presence in the force wasn't one that always welcomed the purity of the light. It was one of the few force abilities he had accepted that he would never be able to use. Shrugging off the quiver in his stomach, the Valde gave his response. "I think that sounds like a great idea. Harlow and Vixos, you'll take point. Garlan, bring up the rear. If we need your launcher, we'll be screwed anyways.

His men gave nods, though his second team lead did protest a bit as he stepped behind the jedi, ready to take off down the nearest hall. Coranthus Garlan was the reckless sort, and while Vulpesen relied on him to keep them alive, he also knew that there was a reason that even on a mission like this, the man would bring his beloved grenade launcher. He was one of the best at what he did... and what he did was blow things up.

As his men took formation, the Wilder took notice of a new addition to their small strike team, a mandalorian. Once more, he was set on edge... it seemed like no matter where he stood in the galaxy, he had always found an enemy within the ranks of the warrior culture, something he found odd as they had quite a few similarities. Still, the greeting was friendly enough and he sensed no malice behind the man, thus prompting Vulpesen to accept the handshake. "Jedi here looks to be the consular type so I think I'll be the tactical lead. Vulpesen Torrevaso. Vulps or Valde will do if mortal peril has you in a rush." He motioned to the men that were now giving their weapons one final once over before the real mission started. "Harlow there is my second in command. Vixos is after him as aurek lead, Garlan is besh. I'm sure the others will introduce themselves when we have time and lives aren't on the line. For the moment however, I suggest we get on the move." Even as he spoke, he could feel something stirring in the force. A dark presence that was taking notice of them, even as he realized its existence. "We are not alone."

 

[Zayle Beiste]

Objective B: Ah! You scared me!
Present Company: Vulpesen & Ki'an Vizsla

"Jedi here looks to be the consular type...".

Zayle Beiste nodded in confirmation, turning to look to Ki'an as the plan moving forward was discussed. Somewhere nearby, other Silver Personnel had arrived at one of the Hangars and made their point of entry, to which the group could link up with if they were fortunate to run into each other, however the facility was large and with his senses being somehow clouded, Zayle couldn't accurately pinpoint their presence from where they stood.

"I think perhaps our best objective is to either head for the engineering level, or the control center. Either location could give us further insight as to the state of the Station" he suggested. Engineering could result in the return of power to the entire facility, while Zayle also considered the control center being their best bet for locating any civilians still aboard the orbital station.

However, just as Vulpesen had begun to speak, Zayle felt a dark and cold turn to their immediate environment causing him to reach for the hilt of his lightsaber and turn to face the rest of the room around them, yellow eyes squinting as he tried to pinpoint the source of the chilling new presence.

"Be on your guard, we're not alone here".

Mathieu Brion | Aien Mueller | Stardust Solus Skirae | Zenda Tano-Bonteri | Subject 648 Slipknot | Kranak Vizsla | Caltin Vanagor​

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...​

Location: Space Station over Nooli
Equipment: Conservator and Vanguard 2.0 (Lightsabers)
Comm-link, Rebreather, Custom Robes
Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Dilorian in cargo bay)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music"
Desbre Gensan, Milya Vondar (both unless specified)
Tag: Mathieu Brion | Aien Mueller | Stardust Solus Skirae | Zenda Tano-Bonteri | Subject 648 Slipknot | Kranak Vizsla | Zayle Beiste

"I think perhaps our best objective is to either head for the engineering level or the control center. Either location could give us further insight as to the state of the Station"

Beiste and his group were here, as well as others, he could sense them all. As Omega Squad were already on their way out, a sign of respect from and to Vanagor, they were professionals, Caltin looked back at Mathieu and everyone else with him. There were a few Padawans, and Knight Bucket that could stay here with the team of Antarian Rangers to set a perimeter for extraction. Omega Squad was already on their way to Main Engineering, as well as Master Beiste and his group potentially. That could mean that the Control Center was their destination, or simply to travel the station and look for survivors, that was probably the best thing, no, no "Probably" about it, it was.

I think that it would be best if we stuck together as well and looked for survivors. I would say that we should catch up with the others, but there is an ominous presence out here. Something that... I don't know... it feels like the larger group we travel in... the worse it would be for us.

There was clearly more to his observation just judging by the look on his face, but, unless asked, Caltin wasn't talking. This was not out of a lack of respect for anyone, and his reputation made that clear to anyone who knew him for more than a minute. The big guy was not going to scare those around him who might not be able to handle what was clearly worrying him. There was something out there, and it was attacking almost anyone who was in the area. He could hear the screams, they were piercing into his mind, giving him skull cracking headache but he could press on.

Trust in the Force, trust in yourselves, and most of all... trust in each other. We'll get through this, and hopefully, by the will of the Force, we'll get anyone stranded here through it safely as well.

... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.

 

[Rom Kallung]

GAME ON YAKHEAD!​

LOCATION: Open Space over Nooli
LOCAL TIME: 1830 hours
BASED: The Carrier "Liberation"
ORDERS: Rescue those who need it, provide "Overwatch"
WINGMATES: Gir Quee Ura Iolar R Rom Kallung

With that carrier moving out and around, the bridge was abuzz with activity. With more and more fighters launching, the transports either on their way to the station or down to the planet to pick up survivors, patrols buzzing around, it is a busy time. The bridge was indeed taking Liram’s words to heart, there was an air of efficiency, and they were indeed looking for any signs of a potential attack. Other than a potential pirate ship or two on the fringes, there has been little sign.

“Commo-Conn” the Communications station called out.

“Go ahead, Commo.” Halpern, the XO responded.

“Receiving calls from a ship( R Rom Kallung ) asking “If this thing on..””

“Send back static...”

” Belay that… patch them to my headset…” Liram spoke up, winking at his First officer as if to say “I got this…”

” This is Captain Liram Angellus, of the Silver Defense Fleet carrier “Liberation”, to the unidentified vessel. You are on a military channel, please identify yourself.”

As Halpern held back a laugh, certain that the response would frighten whoever was on the other side, his head swiveled at the snap of light that eas traditional with ships entering a system dropping out of lightspeed. He recognized one, two, three of the ships, all of them were “Silvers”.

“Sensor-Conn… inbound..”

“We see them, Lieutenant. It’s “The Paladin’s Commitment.”, Admiral Quee’s flagship.”

” Keep patrols up, Conn-Flight… assign ‘%20RZ-3%20A-Wing%20interceptor']Gator’ ‘Cal’ and ‘Gunk’ squadrons to assist any rescue ships that “The Paladin” just to assist. Conn-Commo, put through to ’ The Paladin’ what our plans are unless the Admiral has something different in mind..”

Liram has a history of having a problem with the command, for some reason though, he didn’t with Admiral Quee, he actually liked the guy. Probably because of the spiffy “Jackal Fighters” his company made, either way, Liram actually liked the guy.

No… not like that.

GAL Ltd.
there is little static before you hear him say
"Great, that is exactly what I was looking for
I heard that you need help with rescuing crew members from a bunch of crashed ships
is that correct?"
he asks you
this tone indicates a bit of fear, but he is trying his best to hide it

 

[GAL Ltd.]

GAME ON YAKHEAD!​

LOCATION: Open Space over Nooli
LOCAL TIME: 18:32 hours
BASED: The Carrier "Liberation"
ORDERS: Provide Overwatch and assist with rescue efforts
WINGMATES: Gir Quee Ura Iolar R Rom Kallung

Both Captain Angellus, and Commander Halpern heard the call from this "Kallung" individual. It was nice enough that he wanted to help and all, but... they had their orders, and babysitting some civvie was not included in that. Liram just looked like someone shot him in the face with a glitter gun. Halpern, holding back a laugh just nodded and clarified that he would handle this.

"This is Commander Halpern of the Silver Defense Fleet carrier "Liberation" if you are looking to assist with survivors, please contact the civilian authorities of Nooli or fly down on the planet and conduct scans for crash sites. This is a military operation and we cannot have you interfering, no matter how well-intentioned. Halpern out."

As Halpern cut the comm-link call, he directed the Communications department to give the man the same message should he respond.

"You handled it a lot better than I would have."

"What can I say? I'm a people person."

They didn't know who he was. He could be some psycho looking to kill people. He could be a spy. He could be a Jedi. They had no way of knowing, after all, he didn't identify himself. Right? Sure, he said he was of the Concord, but so are they? The ship showed no military id either. Liram went back to watching out over the sector, there was something wrong with this and it didn't make sense. He could not put his finger on it, but he would continue to work things out the best way he knew how.

"I want perimeter patrols tightened. Keep intersecting patterns so that no flights are caught with their pants down. I also want tactical to keep aggressive scans of the outlying reaches and A-wings running LAHS* scans."

Orders were clear and prudent. Halpern nodded.

"Done... CONN-Flight!"


________________________

*Low Altitude High Speed

 

[Subject 648 Slipknot]

Objective 3- BYOO: Survive
Tags: Zenda Tano-Bonteri , Open

Slip lay on the floor of the pod as it fell to the moon, crashing into the surface. He lay unconscious, drifting through the darkness. He couldn't think, or even feel anything, he was lost to the depths of his own mind. But he could still feel the thing. It was hunting across the moon's surface. It was searching, but for what, Slip didn't know. He couldn't even guess, all he could do was observe, and watch.

Then, he woke up. He felt his consciousness return to him, but something was off. That thing had affected him in some hidden way, but Slip had no clue what that may be. Everything was so confusing... He could see the other members of the pod gathered around the man who's leg had been chopped off, working on his wound, and trying to calm the man. If Slip hadn't cauterized the wound, the man would have died. Honestly... when Slip was trying to pull the man in, He was tempted to just let him go, and let the monster take him. Slip had been so tired, he had just wanted to let the man go so he could rest. Now, he felt guilty about it, but he didn't show any of that on his face.

Then, everyone in the pod heard the message through the Force. Someone had come for them. They scrambled to put on their oxygen masks, and quickly put one on the injured man. Slip strapped on his, and activated it. Then, he opened the pod hatch. The air rushed out, then all was still once again. He and the comms officer stepped out, while the technician and Captain helped the injured man out and onto his one foot, helping him hobble along. Slip saw their rescuer, it was Kux's mom. But... why couldn't Slip feel her through the Force? And why was it so... quiet? Usually there was a slight buzzing from everything, presumably the Force, but now... that was gone.

He looked at Mrs. Tano-Bonteri. "Mrs. Tano-Bonteri?" He asked her, unsure if what he was seeing was real. "How... how did you find us? Have you found any others?" He asked once again.

Then, his tone completely changed. He seemed to become despondent, apathetic. "You shouldn't have come here. We're being hunted. It's dangerous here. You should have just left us... then at least you wouldn't be in danger, ma'am." He told her.

It was obvious something had happened to him, something strange. Whatever it was, Slip was still reeling from the effects of it.

 

[Zenda Tano-Bonteri]

As Subject 648 Slipknot and the others exited the pod, Zenda moved to help the injured man. She, like Slip, was surprised she couldn't sense the boy. "I tracked your beacon," the Togruta explained. "I haven't found anyone else yet." As Slip's tone changed, the Knight blinked in surprise. "Your lives are precious and valuable. All of yours. It's more than worth the danger to help others." She smiled at Slip. "Besides, your sister's worried about you."

 

[Rom Kallung]

GAME ON YAKHEAD!​

LOCATION: Open Space over Nooli
LOCAL TIME: 18:32 hours
BASED: The Carrier "Liberation"
ORDERS: Provide Overwatch and assist with rescue efforts
WINGMATES: Gir Quee Ura Iolar R Rom Kallung

Both Captain Angellus, and Commander Halpern heard the call from this "Kallung" individual. It was nice enough that he wanted to help and all, but... they had their orders, and babysitting some civvie was not included in that. Liram just looked like someone shot him in the face with a glitter gun. Halpern, holding back a laugh just nodded and clarified that he would handle this.

"This is Commander Halpern of the Silver Defense Fleet carrier "Liberation" if you are looking to assist with survivors, please contact the civilian authorities of Nooli or fly down on the planet and conduct scans for crash sites. This is a military operation and we cannot have you interfering, no matter how well-intentioned. Halpern out."

As Halpern cut the comm-link call, he directed the Communications department to give the man the same message should he respond.

"You handled it a lot better than I would have."

"What can I say? I'm a people person."

They didn't know who he was. He could be some psycho looking to kill people. He could be a spy. He could be a Jedi. They had no way of knowing, after all, he didn't identify himself. Right? Sure, he said he was of the Concord, but so are they? The ship showed no military id either. Liram went back to watching out over the sector, there was something wrong with this and it didn't make sense. He could not put his finger on it, but he would continue to work things out the best way he knew how.

"I want perimeter patrols tightened. Keep intersecting patterns so that no flights are caught with their pants down. I also want tactical to keep aggressive scans of the outlying reaches and A-wings running LAHS* scans."

Orders were clear and prudent. Halpern nodded.

"Done... CONN-Flight!"


________________________

*Low Altitude High Speed

GAL Ltd.
after realizing that they have closed the channel in my face
I say "rude" before going to nooil and start scanning for crash sites across the area i came down from before starting to expand my scanning distance

 

[Zayle Beiste]

Objective B: Ah! You scared me!
Present Company: Vulpesen

The Force alerted Zayle and those of his Jedi peers within the Hangar just moments prior to the arrival of the Starweird, ghostly apparitions that were more skin and bone than anything else, skeletal frames and white hair atop drifting husks that resembled a near-human corpse. These incorporeal beings clawed their way out of the darkness, some drifting through the walls as they had been alerted to the arrival of Force Users alongside other living personnel.

A terrifying scream erupted from one of the Starweird, followed by another, and another. These ghastly beings unleashing some sort of variation of Force Scream, only the effect of their shrill screeching would instil fear in those targeted, especially those of a vulnerable and weaker mind, not trained to withstand telepathic or cognitive intrusion.

Zayle Beiste seemed to be among those targeted, his sensitive hearing being filled with the horrid noise causing the Jedi Master to grimace, his lift hand reaching out and unleashing a wave of Force Light back against the apparition, intangible pure light having no effect on the environment itself but when reaching the Starweird, engulfing it and dispersing the creature from their sight.

Mathieu Brion | Aien Mueller | Stardust Solus Skirae | Zenda Tano-Bonteri | Subject 648 Slipknot | Kranak Vizsla | Caltin Vanagor​

 

[Vulpesen]

The phantasm's scream nearly brought Vulpesen to his knees, though not from cowardice. Covering his sensitive ears, the zorren growled and flashed a glare to the creature as it clawed its way toward him. He could sense his men wavering and some where already about ready to bolt. The jedi had been trained in mind, and Vulpesen had seen horrors beyond the galaxy. Unfortunately, his men had only their training to fall back on. But perhaps, that's all they needed.

"Rally on me and blast it!" Extending a hand, the Valde unleashed a torrent of lightning at the next starweird while his men took their stances. They were scared, that was true. But they were trained to face what they feared and shoot until that fear dissipated. With a cacophony which shook the air, plasma and slugs poured down the hall, bombarding the creatures until they were incinerated like their leader, albeit a bit more messily. "We can take them down! Lets move!" he called before charging down the hall, his lightsaber igniting in his hand. so long as he held the momentum, he would keep it going.

Zayle Beiste

 

[Subject 648 Slipknot]

Objective 3- BYOO: Survive
Tags: Zenda Tano-Bonteri , Open

Slip listened as she said that they were the first that she had found. Odd, what happened to the others? Slip hadn't seen any other pods after stepping out of his, at least, not yet. Slip knew that he had seen people climbing into other escape pods and launching out. He knew there were other survivors, there had to be. But... where were they? Could they even be rescued while those things hunted them down?

Then, Slip merely looked at her silently as she said that all of their lives were precious and valuable. She didn't know, she didn't get it. She hadn't been what he had just been through. If she did... she would be saying something entirely different. How could Slip believe that right now? Slip had felt the hopelessness and despair when he touched the creature's mind. It was... horrible. It made him feel like nothing he did matter, that the universe, and even the Force, didn't care about him or what he did. He had to leave some people behind on the ship as it went down. When the ship crashed, they almost surely died. All those crew members that couldn't make it too the escape pods... Probably all of them were dead now. Slip had to leave them behind, there was no hope or chance for them, they had to be sacrificed. Their lives had been in vain, and it had all been for nothing...

"You... I... Sure, whatever you say." Slip said, choosing not to argue with her on morals right now.

Then, Slip was thrown off by the mention of his sister. Sister? Last Slip checked he didn't have any siblings. He had been grown in a pod, built from scratch, he didn't even have any parents. How could he have a sister if he didn't have any siblings? Or wait... did she mean the other experiments? They were the closest thing to a family he had. They understood what it is like to be in his situation. They understood him and what he was going through. They were probably the closest thing to a family he might ever get. As for a sister... the closest thing to a sister that he had was Kuxirra. Slip and Kuxirra had been through a lot, and they stuck by each other. She was probably the closest thing to a sister he could have.

"Kuxirra? She was worried about me?" He asked. "It's... kinda weird hearing you call your own daughter my sister, even though I'm not your child. Hearing Kuxirra's mom call her my sister is... a strange experience." He admitted.

Then, he decided it was time to get down to business. He suddenly changed again, becoming focused and serious. "Alright, first, get this man back to the Silver fleet for medical attention. He lost a lot of blood." Slip began. "Take him on your ship back with the other survivors. Contact the other rescuers, let them know about the situation on the moon, and tell them it's critical."

"While you are transporting the injured man and the other survivors back to the fleet, I will remain here on the moon. I'll look for other survivors, and try to locate and rescue them." He told her.

There was another reason why he wanted to stay here, but he didn't mention that one, or let it show. He had to figure out what happened to him, and confront those creatures, and he didn't want another person getting caught in the crossfire.