Expect the Unexpected | The Rebellion's Rebellion of TSE Held Rimcee Hex

[Onrai]

Containers were removed from the YT freighter's cargo hold as the scan was underway, delivered to the station's storage area for eventual dispersal to customers. Cale would certainly be making a profit from this cargo run. Whoever scanned the cargo container would more than likely need to remove it in order to examine the container's contents elsewhere. The Thanatos meanwhile continued its patrol route around the immediate area, Alpha and Beta wings still on patrol.

Soon things were going to get a lot more interesting.

[member="Cale Gunderson"] [member="Atlas Viridian"]

 

[Dante Sotari]

Old Imperial Station
Gamma Sector
Allies: TSE, [member="Morgan Vance"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Alvarex Zambrano"] [member="SL2222"]
Enemies: Clean up Detail, Sobriety (Shhhh also rebels)
Saviors if they have Booze: [member="Cale Gunderson"] [member="Atlas Viridian"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Zek Koth"]


"It's fine, see? Look how happy it is."

The mouse droid warbled plaintively, three wheels spinning.

"Probably craving attention anyway. See, it's thrilled. It's fine."

They headed down the hallway, closing in on the service room. Dante made a face when he mentioned Dov.

"Cormorant for sure. Both is good, but I'll check that out first. Look, Dov is a lech and he can stay far away, got it? Or if not, he can grab at you-"

The pair turned in the mouse droid for repairs (with a small toodle of relief from the little thing). Then, acting casual, they headed toward hangar three. They paused, pretending to inspect something as the small group of troopers arrived and headed inside.

"Stang," Dante muttered, peering in through one of the view windows. The troopers were starting their inspection. "They got pegged by security. If there's any booze on that ship, kiss it goodbye up to the top brass. Maybe they'll miss something?" Cautiously hopeful.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Rimcee Science Station - Observation deck
Allies: [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] [member="Leliana"] [member="Jairus Starvald"] [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"]
Enemies: No one yet

Equipment: Lightsaber Glasses

"I try to please," Taeli responded, giving a small nod of her head. If she was perfectly honest, many of the monsters she made were simply out of an academic curiosity as much as they were to empower the Empire. If there was an experiment to be done, she simply had to see what would happen and what would happen after that. It was one reason why she constantly made creatures. She wanted to see their effectiveness, and then see how they might evolve on their own. Joycelyn made a comment that she was curious about how they might fair in deep space operations, and not just near a planet. That brought a smile to her lips.

"Their effectiveness might be even more improved in such a situation, Knight Zambrano," she answered. "But, words only say so much. The creatures' actions will speak far more than anything I could say."

And that was one thing she always would do. Stake her reputation that her work would prove itself. If not, she would endeavor to improve on their design until they actually did perform beyond expectations.

 

[Kenth Typho]

Old Imperial Station
Gamma Sector
Allies: TSE, [member="Dante Sotari"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Alvarex Zambrano"] [member="SL2222"] [member="Crimson Skull Cartel"]
Enemies: Clean up Detail
Saviors if they have Booze: [member="Cale Gunderson"] [member="Atlas Viridian"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Zek Koth"]

Morgan didn't reply, just mumbled something beneath his breath and shook his head.

The walk was quick- the old station wasn't that large, after all, nothing compared to the shiny science station at the edge of the system. All they needed was the hyper-lift and in no time both of them passed through the repair shop, dispensing the droid. It even whooped in joy when Dan let him go, trying to get away from her as fast as possible on three wheels. That got her another look from him. Just the look, but more often than not that was enough.

Especially these days now that... certain illusions had been shattered.

"If ya think Dov hasn't tried to feel me up you haven't been paying attention." Mor retorted with a snort, shaking his head again. "That one jumps on anything that moves in my experience."

They watched as the actual patrol came around.

One of them was Kir and that made things a bit easier. "They usually do, yeah, but I know one of 'em. We might be able to get something anyway." Kir and him played pazaak in the barracks sometimes. Good show, good time, they weren't exactly best friends or anything, but... get drunk together a few times and understanding developed. He waited for them to start the entire process- the scanning, one of the sarge's going up to talk to the pilot until Kir was standing alone at the center.

Overseeing things as always.

"Hey Kir," No smile, but a gleam in his eyes. "Heard the freighter got flagged, we had to go put in some repair orders and were in the neighborhood. Need a hand? Pay ya back for the trashing you got last night."

Tapping a bit at the debt Kir got after losing three hands in a row.

Of course, playing against Morgan wasn't fair. None of them might know he was a HRD but they had certain benefits to them.

 

[Koda Fett]

LOCATION: Old Imperial Station - Hangar
ALLIES: The Sith Empire
ADVERSARIES: The Rebellion - [member="Cale Gunderson"]

No. There was nowhere he had to be, and maybe this time he might do something for himself opposed to a slimy Hutt- despite the fact he was paid a little more than handsomely for his services. Perhaps a little too much, even. The chair he lounged within groaned as he pushed back against it, even turning within it to find a more comfortable departure from the seat. He paused for a moment, taking a second thought to see if this was really worth his time. It wasn't, but being so stubborn you went against what you told yourself was certainly a strange trait. The Mandalorian's booted feet collided with the metallic flooring of the Spear II, moving further and further away from it with each step and into the hangar.

It wasn't a long walk, it felt as if it was taking too long. It's what happens when you willingly walk into a bad idea, or a waste of time. Maybe just arriving on Rimcee was a bad idea to begin with. The Rebels he was entirely unaware of may agree with that sentiment. Then again, things could always turn profitable. It's just how things are.

 

[LT-137]

Location: Old Imperial Station - Hangar Two.
Allies: The Sith Empire: [member="Dante Sotari"], [member="Morgan Vance"], [member="Alvarex Zambrano"], [member=SL2222], [member="Crimson Skull Cartel"].
Enemies: Unknown (The Rebellion: [member="Cale Gunderson"], [member="Atlas Viridian"], [member="Kira Vaal"], [member="Zek Koth"].

The subtle hints of spice tickled the back of his throat as he took yet another swig of from his ceramic mug.

Having foreseen how disappointing the cup of recaf would be, the Sun Guard made sure to sprinkle several dried flakes of cinnamon into the dark liquid as it began to boil within its kettle. It added a hearty bite that would’ve been sorely missed, leaving the man feeling utterly fulfilled as a warm, and soothing sensation trickled down his throat. He had missed this guilty pleasure, as every morning since they had defeated the Pirates of Rimcee had been spent repairing whatever damage they inflicted and cleansing the station of their filth.

It had been one gruesome battle after another, as the pirates saw fit to take to the void on the back of ramshackle vessels in the hopes of bloodying the Sith-Imperial armada; either forcing them to bring more vessels into the fore or dissuade them from taking the system.

Sadly, neither option had taken place, as their flotilla was swatted aside by the dispatched task force as if they were nothing but gnats. Khonsu remembered how much he laughed that day, and how much his sides hurt as a result. All of those people, consigned to die in futility as their friends aboard the station sought to flee. That too, ended in failure, as the Sith Empire had expected them to run.

Like their brethren, they were sent to the Netherworld’s embrace on fiery chariots of molten slag.

When it came to boarding the station, things last admittedly longer than they should’ve. Those that sought to defend their homes, entrenched themselves within the grimy hallways and prepared for the worst. It meant that they had the advantage, as they could bolster the myriad chokepoints within and render the superiority of the Sith-Imperial Legions null and void.

However, as before, the Sith had expected that and moved to sever the various heads from the press-ganged pirates. They were leaderless and lacked the direction needed in order to mount a successful defence, leaving them vulnerable. With their morale broken, the Sun Guard, as well as over a dozen Legionnaires, had stormed the station and slew all that opposed them; leaving nothing but ashen corpses in their wake.

While the battle itself was longer than the skirmish in the void, it was the clean-up that dwarfed the rest. Their filth was seemingly stained into durasteel bulkheads and remained even after being chemically treated several times. Many within the Golden Company and the Sith Empire thereafter expressed their disgust and wondered why the station wasn’t tossed into the local star and replaced by something newer.

Despite his reservations, Khonsu didn’t really care what happened after they had departed the station. He was being paid all the same, and in the end, that’s all that really mattered. Who cared if the man’s gauntlets were dirtied by something that would eventually come off? Their gilded plates were often covered in a plethora of gore and viscera anyways, so this was ultimately little different.

Nevertheless, as the acting commander of the unit dispatched to the station, the Twisuns Legate had flexed his authority and set his subordinates to the task. He watched them with an almost perverse glee as they scurried about; seeking to carry out his capricious whims and earn their keep. They were hungry for action, and were eager to see this mission done, but knew that what laid before them needed to be finished first.

The Sith Empire didn’t pay for half-assed work, and their reputation would be forever tarnished if they danced from one job to another without seeing it through to the end. That was something that Khonsu, nor his superiors, could allow.

So, as he left his men to finish what they had started, Khonsu took another sip of his recaf and smiled in content.

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Today, of all days, felt like the end was in sight and within a matter of hours, they’d move onto brighter pastures. ​

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Rimcee Science Station
Bio-Lab Wing
Allies: Caf, TSE [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"] [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] [member="Djorn Bline"] [member="Leliana"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Zahori Denko"]
Enemies: None yet

"The former, Doctor-" Vain strode off.

Which made him blink a bit, because It was not often that someone was this... flippant when it came to him.

Jairus didn't mind, but it certainly did amuse him.

Especially because she was so smol as well. It reminded him of Irajah a little bit, just the height mostly. That and the sheer fierceness that radiated away from in steady volumes only underlined that. Then again- Raj was warmer, more like the presence of a burning sun finally released from its cage. Whereas Doctor Vain.... mmm.. she reminded him of a black hole.

Waiting at the edge of your awareness and swallowing you whole if you didn't pay attention.

The Sith Lord stepped into that void without hesitation, pausing next to her as he listened intently at what the Bad Doctor was saying. The concern and distrust that was trickling away from her was palpable to him, made him wonder.

It was impossible to hear what this 'Jain' was replying to Vain, but whatever it was... it didn't make the doctor happy. At all.

The connection was cut and Jairus glanced over to her. "I take it that this system isn't used to getting freighter shipments out of nowhere?" It did sound a little bit strange to him. It would have been one thing if this was Coruscant or even Bastion, where the traffic was all-consuming. But this was a system with literally nothing going for it (besides the scientific ramifications and its strategic position next to the Rebels), so Jairus couldn't rightly blame Vain for being paranoid.

He had invented being paranoid.

 

[Leliana]

Location: Rimcee Science Station - Bio-Lab Wing
Allies: [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"] | [member="Jairus Starvald"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Djorn Bline"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | TSE
Enemies: None yet

Leliana's silent assessment of the Inquisitor was interrupted by the literal view of Doctor Vain stomping past Djorn. It seemed like the small scientist was in a very bad mood indeed. Given the towering Sith, a once over with a degree of disdain you would've thought impossible being so concealed.

There was something about how the beak just bobbed up and down, it emphasised the disinterest the woman apparently had.

She listened to the conversation, mostly in passing as it was nothing too important. But she caught a glance of her hasty movements, snatching the communicator and speaking into it without pausing for a moment. Leliana began to grow tense, feeling something off through the Force. Paranoia was nothing new to her, especially thanks to a certain mark that was burned into her hand.

But there was something in the way Vain spoke, a degree of concern in her tone over some delivery.

Leliana went through what she knew in her head. There wasn't meant to be any unscheduled arrivals at either the Science Station or old Imperial one. Something was definitely not right, and Leliana could feel it through the Force.

She pushed away from her spot on the counter, boots hitting the ground before walking over to were Doctor Vain and Jairus were standing.

It sounded like things were about to get a lot less boring real quick.

 

[Progflaw99]

Aboard the Cormorant, a YT model Freighter...​

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A tense few minutes passed before they'd landed, the vessel touching down upon some deck within Rimcee Station. If memory served Atlas well, it had been an old Imperial station when it was first constructed - who knew if any of the original parts were still installed. So many years had passed it was likely that just like the shedding of skin, the station had eventually been completely replaced through attrition. Atlas cracked a grin, filing that thought under: Thoughts you really shouldn't be having before you're likely to be discovered and vaporized by agents of the Sith Empire.

A loud metal creak from above signaled to the rebel that someone had opened the container above them. Heavy footfalls suggested soldiers, or at very least multiple people. Silently he pressed a finger to his lips as he looked one final time around the hidden container before plunging the container into darkness. Tenuously he strained to listen to the sounds above, grating, shifting, an occasional grunt. *They must be offloading... I didn't think they'd be doing that thorough of a check.* Atlas found it strange that the cargo was being unloaded by whomever was doing the inspecting but he didn't have time to question it further. In that moment what everyone dreaded began to unfold. Atlas didn't know what it was, a foot, an edge of a crate, maybe even a corner of a box - whatever it was, it caught on the corner of the concealed hatch on the floor. Atlas heard a scratching noise as whomever it was set down what they'd been carrying and attempted to get a finger under the hatch.

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“Do every act of your life as though it were the very last act of your life.”
― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations​

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If they were going to act, now was the time. As the hatch was raised the rebel saw the barrel of a blaster rifle poke into the darkness, a beam of light cutting down into the veil. With a burst of speed surprising even himself, Atlas reached up with his free hand and grasped the barrel of the weapon and pulled. Hard. They had an extremely small window of time and the man wasn't going to waste it. It was imperative that they subdue the man before he went tattling to all his friends. Even as the stranger's body was yanked down into the dark interior of the container Atlas was already on top of him, hands already moving to incapacitate the legionnaire. In a matter of a second, Atlas had procured the stun baton from his utility belt. As it cackled to life he threw his weight into each swing, aiming for the man's head, each strike a word ringing in Atlas' ears.

*Surprise.* They had that in spades, it was highly unlikely anyone had anticipated their presence. Much less, that they would suddenly grasp onto their weapon by the barrel and pull them into the maw below. *Speed.* Atlas' actions had been swift and unwavering. Death didn't suffer the hesitant and every moment wasted in thought was another step towards your own death. *Violence of action.* It was with a repressed anger that each strike shot towards his target. Anger, frustration, sorrow, an emotional cocktail that had been expertly held back until this very moment and channeled into action.

If the hard knocks to the head weren't doing it, the thousands upon thousands of volts of electricity coursing through the baton would. Standing over the body, Atlas' shoulders heaved as he attempted to catch his breath.

"Go - get the rest." he managed to gasp.
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[member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Kirie Ito"] | [member="Cale Gunderson"] | [member="Zek Koth"] | @The Rebellion
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[member="Vanessa Vantai"] | [member="SL2222"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"] ( ) | @The Sith Empire​

 

[Zek Koth]

Location: Freighter | Objective: Blitzkrieg

Well, that was unexpected.

Still, before Atlas could even tell them to go he was already moving. Their element of surprise was now triggered, as the first trooper went down. There was at least one more above them, which meant that it was time to cause a ruckus. Maybe, if Cale had guns on the bloody boat, he could pop a few rounds into any hangar defenses. That would also buy them some time. Surprise surprise.

Anyway, he unclipped a stun grenade from the bsash of explosives he wore, and armed it. Undoubtedly someone had seen, or at least heard, the trooper getting yanked away, so he popped his arm up through the whole and tossed the grenade towards center mass before popping a smoke grenade and tossing it up there as well. The snoke would give them some cover, and would make it harder for the enemy to figure out where to shoot.

That set, he gave the high sign to the others in the container before slipping out into the billowing smoke. He made his way along the edge of the room towards the entry so he could station himself in a handy ambush position. With smoke now billowing out of the compartment, he did keep himself low to avoid most of it, holding his breath as well. Perhaps it would look, and sound, like something had broken inside thanks to the meddling.

Either way, it was a good start.

[member="Cale Gunderson"] | [member="Kirie Ito"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Atlas Viridian"] | [member="SL2222"] | [member="Vanessa Vantai"] | [member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Cale Gunderson]

The Cormorant
Allies: [member="Zek Koth"], [member="Atlas Viridian"], [member="Kira Vaal"], [member="Kirie Ito"]
Enemies: [member="Vanessa Vantai"] technically, [member="Koda Fett"] eventually. Also rival cases of alcoholism ([member="Morgan Vance"], [member="Dante Sotari"])
Objective: Play it Cool

Something had just happened, the force set off every alarm in his mind it possibly could. The containers couldn't have been gone more than ten minutes yet, things had already begun to go wrong. Or was this the plan? He didn't know, and it didn't really matter did it. "You have got to be karking kidding me. Kark, chit, feth, damn," He muttered on and on, spewing every possible profanity he could come up with as he rose up from the pilot's seat.

He couldn't take off, the chances he'd get back in were far too small, and he couldn't very well start his own rebellion in the hangar. He had a DL-44 in the compartment with the whiskey, otherwise the YT had been stripped of weapons to get through Imperial security. Not that a one-armed failure would put up that much of a fight anyway right? It wasn't the time to be self-depreciating, and he knew that, yet he didn't care.

Whatever the plan was, he hoped it could be executed fast.

 

[Iasha Rha]

Location: Old Imperial Station, Hangar 3.
Allies: [member="Dante Sotari"] [member="Morgan Vance"] [member="Alvarex Zambrano"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Vanessa Vantai"] TSE
Enemies: Smuggled goods: [member="Cale Gunderson"] [member="Zek Koth"] [member="Atlas Viridian"] [member="Kira Vaal"]

It was funny how quickly things could go straight to hell.

"Lieutenant" The tone was respectful, though tinted with the slightest bit of humour. "What kind of assistance are you implying?"

Kir looked down at Morgan from the ramp of the ship just as the newbie legionnaire used the barrel of his gun to push open one of the crates that was to be unloaded, only to be brutally assaulted by the rebel inside.

"I think we have it under contr-"

Another thing that was quite funny was how quickly one could respond to something once the responses had been drilled into one's head through extensive training and years of practice. Kir, set to watch-duty, reacted before he even had time to think. He spun around in response to the commotion and the distinct sound of an electric baton beating armour repeatedly, automatically raising the SIF-141 in its carbine configuration. He had, after all, been standing in full view of the inspection, looking for any sign of trouble.

"Drop your weapon, hands in the air!" "Hands in the air!" That was when the smoke-grenade spewed out its cloudy contents.

Kir's training kicked him into high gear as the tensions rose far too quickly for comfort. Kir was just outside of the stun-grenade's reach, but he saw some of the unloading crew and legionaries fall over. In his book, this had now escalated to either an act of terrorism or an act of war.

Meanwhile, Sergeant Ruuk's knuckles rapped on the side of the cockpit's door. The Sergeant did not try to look intimidating, quite the contrary, he had a calm demeanour. His hands were far from his weapons, though he did have a watchful look in his eye. "Evenin'. Your papers, if you don't m-" -the blast of the stun grenade went off and Ruuk grabbed the Minos from his hip as he turned to the centre of the ship, turning his back on the YT freighter's pilot.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

[member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"] [member="Leliana"] [member="Jairus Starvald"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]​

Rimcee Science Station - Creature Observation Deck​

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Spoiler

Zaudraka Jin'wodasir2 Bowcaster Imperator's Raiment Scroll​

Marauder Menacer Manservant​

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"Hmh" A polite, restrained chuckle. "I am sure you do, Darth Arcanix"

No one of Taeli's calibre did it out of simple love for an Empire they themselves had not founded. While Joycelyn did not expect treason from the fleshknitter, she would always assume there was another, underlying reason that drove her towards excellence. Academic interest would not have been her first guess, but it was somewhere on the list. It was a reason Joycelyn could understand and respect as well. After all, Joycelyn herself had personally travelled the galaxy in search of forms of fireshaping and pyrokinesis so that she could reconstruct the lost Vahla Fireshaping forms. A great motivation behind that quest was a simple desire to know and to master the form.

"Indeed." "You are right, words do only say so much."

The sithspawn lieutenant took the cue and pressed a button on a datapad.

"So let us do a brief field test." "A vessel, Galactic Alliance model. I am sure you know the kind"

Joycelyn produced a hologram in her palm of a ship, the likes of which they had fought many in the war between the Sith Empire and the Galactic Alliance. Their knowledge of its ins and outs made it a fairly reliable scale of comparison. It was piloted by a prisoner who had been thoroughly interrogated and who, after selling out their compatriots, had been given the chance to flee in said vessel.

What the pilot did not know, was that the hyperdrive of their ship had been disabled.

"As the expert in the Sithspawn. How many to take out this one ship?"

There was a chance that the pilot would turn against and attack the research facility, but precautions had been put in place. It was more than capable of defending itself against a single, light craft.

 

[Progflaw99]

Aboard the Cormorant, a YT model Freighter...​

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The machine had been set in motion, all that remained was to see where it went. Though they'd been discovered before they had intended to, all was not lost - not yet. As Atlas regained his composure, he quickly took stock of the situation. Already the Zabrak had gone into motion, the detonation above contained mostly within the confines of the container. Already he was up and out, Atlas glancing up at the billowing smoke seeping back into their container. They had no choice, now was their chance to move - lest they choke themselves out.

With practiced ease Atlas clambered his way up and into the container above, stun baton replaced. The rebel fighter scrambled to his feet, blaster pistol in hand. *This isn't going to do me any good if I can't see!* he thought. Still the smoke billowed from the open end of the container, obscuring his view of the cargo hold. Ahead he thought he saw Zeke's figure rush off towards a corridor but just beyond he could almost see someone else. Their pilot?

Shuffling forward so as not to trip on misplaced cargo moved during the inspection, Atlas raised his blaster at the unknown figure and hoped he wouldn't have to make a tough decision. He was more than prepared to fire but if he later found out he'd killed a member of their own cause due to carelessness? That he wasn't sure he could live with. People died, that was the truth of war, of a fight, of a cause - to be the cause of that death however was another thing entirely. Squinting he tried to make out the form there beyond the edge of the smoke. He didn't have to wait long.

A voice rose above the echoing clamor, a shimmer of white duraplast reflecting the light of the hold's interior.

"Drop your weapon, hands in the air!" "Hands in the air!"
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*That's not us!* Atlas thought frantically. As the smoke began to thin he could see clearly the soldier ahead, blaster raised and aiming towards where he'd seen 'Zeke' run towards. In an instant Atlas had gone from cautious approach to full alert. Emerging from the dissipating cloud behind him, he snapped two quick shots off aimed at the soldier's torso before glancing to his left and rolling behind another container. They were in it now.

*We really have to get a grip on this whole 'sneaking' thing.* Atlas thought annoyedly. So far he'd managed to make it unscathed but he didn't like testing the odds quite as frequently as they had. Saddling up against another container, he peeked his head out for just a moment to see where the soldier had gone. Atlas hadn't stuck around to see if his shots found purchase or not. Careful not to poke his head around at head level, he stooped down and looked around the corner. Depending on how the situation unfolded, it would change what he decided to do next.

It wouldn't be long before the rest of the merry band of rebels would emerge from their hiding. Soon enough, they too would have decisions to make - and that's assuming all of them made it out of the container before their adversaries started firing.

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[member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Kirie Ito"] | [member="Cale Gunderson"] | [member="Zek Koth"] | @The Rebellion
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[member="Vanessa Vantai"] | [member="SL2222"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"] ( ) | [member="Dante Sotari"] | [member="Morgan Vance"] | @The Sith Empire​

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[Dante Sotari]

Old Imperial Station
Gamma Sector- Hangar 3
Allies: TSE, [member="Morgan Vance"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Alvarex Zambrano"] [member="SL2222"]
Enemies: REBELS APPARENTLY [member="Cale Gunderson"] [member="Atlas Viridian"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Zek Koth"]

Dante hung back as Morgan approached Kir. It was hard to look casual wearing Legionnaire armor, but she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the wall. The creeping headache didn't help, and she put her head back against the wall as she glanced idly around the hangar. Some of the shipping crates had already been off loaded- the smaller ones from the top she assumed, giving the scanning crew access to the ones further in. She shifted slightly, a little impatient. Sure it was normal, especially for unscheduled deliveries, but couldn't they go any faster? Like come on, just unload the damn thing- if there was anything wrong, serious contraband they didn't have the right papers for, they'd find it then, right?

What were they expecting? Armed soldiers to come popping out of the containers and start shooting people? This wasn't Jaminere, it was the arse end of nowhere. The increased scrutiny after Jaminere.... ugh she guessed she understood. There was reason. But come on, if Tatooine was the planet farthest from the bright center of the galaxy, Rimcee was the pimple on its-

"HO CHIT!"

The situation devolved in an instant. The stun grenade went off far enough away from Dante, situated near the entrance as she was- "Drop your weapon, hands in the air!" "Hands in the air!" - then the area directly around the cargo hatch of the ship started to fill with smoke.

The double tap of blaster fire signaled the end of any assumption of benign intent by the contents of the freighter.

Why couldn't it just have been booze?

Reaching up, Dante snapped the faceplate of her helmet back down and activated the internal comm link.

~*Lt. Sotari to Security. Requesting back up to Hangar 3 in Gamma Sector! Repeat, security back up to Hangar 3! We have unknown hostiles from the Cormorant, over.*~

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Old Imperial Station
Allies: [member="Dante Sotari"], [member="Morgan Vance"], [member="Alvarex Zambrano"], [member="SL2222"], [member="Khonsu Amon"]
Enemies: [member="Cale Gunderson"], [member="Atlas Viridian"], [member="Kira Vaal"], [member="Zek Koth"]

Crates of illicit goods made their way down the gangplank that extended from the starship coupling keeping the Crimson Skull moored to the old station, the goons unfortunate enough to haul all of these crates used portable tractor beams to more easily facilitate the transfer of cargo.

Doviculous, naturally, watched comfortably from the sidelines.

In his right hand Doviculous held a jury-rigged blaster rifle that, much to the unease of the Imperial officer he wrapped his left arm around, he waved about and used to point out where certain crates should be placed. Occasionally he'd wave it far too close to the officer's face than was comfortable, but try as he might the officer found himself incapable of escaping the Devaronian's iron-clad grasp. The grip was only broken after the officer received the distress warning sent out by Lieutenant Sotari, which even caused the typically aloof Doviculous' face to contort into a grimace.

"Bet it's those damn dirty no good son of kath hounds... I'll really flip my chit if it's the Fire Owls, those fethers have been the bane of my cherry red ass for months!" He put two fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly, causing all activity in the hangar to come to a screeching halt. "Now you listen up, looks we got some mooks trying to muscle in on our turf," the Devaronian glanced back at the annoyed Imperial officer, "I mean the Empire's turf. So let's go give them a real underworld welcome, whadya say?"

That brought a pretty rousing cheer from his goons, not because they particularly cared about upholding the honor and prestige of the Empire, but because there was probably a good chance for some of the good old ultraviolence.

Always a good motivator.

 

[Kenth Typho]

Old Imperial Station
Gamma Sector
Allies: TSE, [member="Dante Sotari"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Alvarex Zambrano"] [member="SL2222"] [member="Crimson Skull Cartel"]
Rebels: [member="Cale Gunderson"] [member="Atlas Viridian"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Zek Koth"]

"Oh, don't be like that, Ki-"

You know that moment when everything slowed down to a screeching halt? Adrenaline pumping through your veins, eyes widened as they tried to catch every single figment of the scene in front? That was what Morgan experienced as everything suddenly shifted into place. He didn't quite catch the trooper being pulled into the container and beaten to all feth, but he sure as feth got Kir rearing towards the freighter.

The instinct was there- he took three steps back and found himself back next to Dante.

It was a simple instinct. He wasn't in charge of this situation, hell, the Lieutenant wasn't even supposed to be here (fething Dante and her alcohol) and that meant that Kir was the front man in the situation.

"Next time we are going to Dov," Morgan grumbled to Dante- the 'nade was thrown out and smoke started pouring out. Two seconds after that the blaster bolts started ringing towards them. One of them burst almost into him, only missing Morgan by a fraction. He gasped anyway as the heat pushed past him. Any jokes were forgotten by that point.

This had turned from a possible complication to... battle.

While Dante got ahold of reinforcements Morgan slammed his armored fist into alarm handle on the wall. It would start isolation procedures, making sure this area of the station was locked down tight.

Just enough time to handle this threat before it could spill out towards the civilian areas.

....apparently this was why they had been stationed here. "Move left, I will move right, shoot at will." The sub-dermal communication linked right back to Dante as Morgan crouched down. Moving past the smoke to try and catch how many enemy combatants had apparently smuggled into the station.

 

[Irajah Ven]

Rimcee Science Station
Bio-Lab Wing
Allies: Caf, TSE [member="Jairus Starvald"] [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] [member="Djorn Bline"] [member="Leliana"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Zahori Denko"]
Enemies: None ye- Well Chit, the ruckus on the other station

The beaked mask looked up at him, clearly noting just how close he was standing, before deliberately and obviously side stepping and fixing the personal bubble distance Vain preferred.

If a mask could look disapproving, that one would.

"No Mister- What was your name?" It was clear that this was not a 'sorry must have missed it' but rather a 'I didn't care and I'm not sure if I do now, but I supposed it's how people interact and sometimes I pretend to be people' instead.

"Deliveries are relatively far between. They frequently, though not always, stop at this station first. Most people look forward to them, and know the schedule." Even Vain did- after all, those ships brought her caf.

There was something resembling a broken woodwind instrument wah wahing over her comm again.

"What?"

Again, Vain turned away, ignoring Jairus.

"What do you mean 'no big deal'. That is a very big deal Jain! No I will not- don't you dare- DO NOT 'TA TA FOR NOW' ME JAIN! Jain?"

Vain slapped the communicator closed, turning back around only to pull up short- Leilana and Jairus were both standing too close now. Even with the mask and heavy robes on, the lines of tension through the small.... creatures.... being..... thing that was Doctor Vain Jar'He could be read clearly.

"Something's strange with the delivery," the distorted voice snarled as the figure pushed its way between them, heading toward the door of the lab. "They issued a security alert for that hangar. Jain says it's fine but she also said that the time we almost melted the floor of the lab on Bastion so I take THAT with a grain of salt."

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" She snapped. "Going to make sure Jain isn't giving whoever it is tea and crumpets before sending them on their way with a goodie bag."

In truth, Vain was worried. There was little the clone cared about, and even less that she would admit to caring about. Jain was one of those things. Daughter in that Vain had created her. Sister because they were the same.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Rimcee Science Station
Bio-Lab Wing
Allies: Caf, TSE [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"] [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] [member="Djorn Bline"] [member="Leliana"] [member="Taeli Raaf"][member="Zahori Denko"]
Enemies: None except the little ball of hatred that is the Bad Doctor.

It was slowly becoming apparent that Carach wasn't in control here.

Not even a little.

The smol doctor was sweeping them all up in her little worries and they would simply have to be okay with that. It was honestly rather amusing, but some part of him was also getting... annoyed. It was not an emotion he felt all too often. More often than not it was beneath him, but something was ticking him off here and Jairus wasn't entirely too sure what it was.

Either way-

"Yeah, then we will come with you." We. He glanced over to Leliana and Djorn leaning against the wall. It was the assumption, because he was pretty sure both of them were assigned to the Doctor for security too.

"After all, I need you alive to make me those chemical agents, so I'd prefer to make sure you didn't expire."

Her big mouth would make that happen at some point.

He didn't command either Djorn or Leliana to follow, but once Vain and him were in the elevator, his hand kept the door firmly open for both of them to join. It was clear that they didn't really have a choice here. Vain wanted to go, so they'd all four go and figure this mess out. He did feel the worry in her bones and that made Jairus wonder just a bit.

What sort of person would you need to be for Vain to start worrying?

 

[Koda Fett]

LOCATION: Old Imperial Station - Hangar
ALLIES: The Sith Empire
ADVERSARIES: The Rebel Alliance - [member="Cale Gunderson"]

Nothing lasted forever. Nothing lasted for long. Not even if it was the quiet halls of a science station, the soft electronic chimes of busy work filling his ears as there were all too many things to stop and look at. Fett was a complicated man with complicated issues, none of which he could comprehend or explain- he would much rather declare himself perfect. Then again, who wouldn't? The complexity of what he saw before him was far greater than he, though. Scientists from all species would rather look away from the Mandalorian adorned in his battered, bruised, scorched and scratched armour. It was far from pleasant, and sent a chill up the spine of most.

That was until an explosive detonated from the area behind him, and then the violent eruption of blaster fire began. Instincts were what kicked in, and maybe they always made the wrong decision for they were telling him to run straight back in there. As a result, that is exactly what he did. His booted feet collided with metallic flooring, his Carbine making it's what from his shoulder to his palms. Encroaching a doorway that seemed to lower itself down, making it through just in time. Locked inside, there wasn't anywhere to go now, or so he assumed.

From beneath the T-Shaped Visor his brown eyes flickered, taking note of the scene that was ahead of him. Nothing was a pressing issue just yet.