Finding Carlan Station.... (Space Mission/Open to all.)

[RC 212]

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Location: Near Argyra IV​

Mission: Investigate reports of lost space station.​

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[member="Ruger Watchwrath"]​

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Space, it was cold and quiet. Just the way Vassara liked it. After several months of searching for work and running freelance jobs she had decided to take one in particular that roused her attention. Whilst sitting ina Cantina at Mos Eisley she had wandered upon a billboard that had a holonet feed for private investigation work​

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Figuring this could be as good as any she had plugged the feed into her datapad and awaited the first job. It had only been two days ago that a message had flashed up on the screen, reading​

[ATTN ALL CONTRACTORS//]​

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[There has been some discussion and sighting of an unidentified station floating free in the vicinity of Agyra IV. Said station is believed to be the remains of Republic research facility once lost two years ago.​

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Several interested parties will pay top dollar to have said disturbance investigated. Finds will be classified and relayed back to Dejyn the Hutt in the Nal Hutta system. All loot is yours for the taking. Pirate activity supsected in the area. Good Hunting.....]​

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She'd taken the bait.​

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"This is Gypsy Caravan one on station, we have arrived, cutting hyperspace in 5 4 3 2 1..."

The L19 freighter lurched hard as it ancient steel bones creaked. Vassara felt the gut wrenching feeling of real space hit her and she blinked for a second, looking through the viewports. Far off in the solar light a small speck glinted.

"That's too bright to be a star, I think we might have our missing station there Buddy, what do you think?"

She was directing her question towards the main compartment, where Silas her travelling mercenary companion had tagged along for the mission.

"I'm powering down all non essential systems, we'll go in semi-dark. Don't want to attract unwanted attention."

Vassara nimble fingers worked through a holo display of the controls, manipulating the sliders on her energy output pannels. Soon the engines slowed to whirr and the cabin became dark, with just one orange light to reflect of the gray rusty surfaces.....

 

[Jan'Moosh]

(Ignore this, please! This character has been edited and is now a completely new character.)

 

[RC 212]

Location: Far out from the station.

[member="Ruger Watchwrath"]

As the L19 drifted closer Vassara was beginning to make out a more robust image of the station. It was long and rectangular. That was all she could see however, even as she squinted hard through the viewports. There seemed to be no activity but just in case she brought up her scanner panel and tapped the blue holo images sending a shortwave ping of radar bouncing before killing it.

The scan came back negative. Still she couldn't shake the feeling that something, or someone was out here.

"I have a bad feeling about this." She said passively.

Silas hopped into the seat next to her, handing her a cup of Stimcaf. His grimy orange jumpsuit and black hair contrasted with his moonwhite skin.

"You know that's what a lot of people say on these missions."

"This is my first actual deep space mission Silas. Before I just flew boats full of grovelling civilians and company wares. Until the Sith nerfed the whole planet. Heard they turned it into some kind of alien land after."

Silas rolled his eyes.

"Yeah yeah, whatever they did I'm sure was terrible. Alderaan sucked any ways, aren't you just glad you made it out alive?"

Vassara paused for a mintue sipping her caf and lighting a cigarette before continuing.

"Yes."

 

[Jan'Moosh]

The company shuttle jumped into hyperspace, Ruger and the rest of his employees extremely thrilled. Shortly after, their eyes were locked onto the distant station. McGravis was sorting through the equipment, while muttering to himself while the other employees kept their gaze locked onto the abandoned station. Ruger was unable to hold back a chuckle, the first job for the company in weeks. That was once he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. "There is another damn ship!" He whispered to himself, before quickly bringing the ship slightly closer to the abandoned station, gripping the throttle of the ship tightly. Shortly after pulling down several levers and pushing multiple buttons, he broadcasted his voice to the fellow pilot. "Just passin' through, I assume?" He asked, obviously irritated.

[member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ruger Watchwrath"]

The station is a large rectangular shape, with both halves hanging from a reinforced superstructure in the middle. Upon further examination it appears to be cracked almost in half. The area is littered with dead corpses, locked in their space suits. Various containers of fuel and other necessities float about the area.​

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There are six airlocks, one is broken, another two are fused shut. The station appears to have been burned on all of it's surface by what looks like turbolaser markings....​

"Just passin' through, I assume?"

Vassara frowned as the comm signal came through, pushing her fingers back into the holoprojection controls to hit the open frequency button. There appeared to be another vessel, larger than hers and closing in on the station fast.

"Sounds like trouble."

"Nah, nothing we cant handle, suit up we're only five mikes out. I'm going into that breach right above the main superstructure."

Silas got up and moved away, rummaging through the lockers for his gear.

Vassara hailed the other pilot, her voice low like a raspy whisper.

"Negative unidentified vessel, this is Republic Authorities, Identify your mission."

She ran the commo through a scrambler, so later they couldn't trace back the frequency to her vessel. If the ruse failed to scare the info she wnated out of the other vessel, Vassara would have to play along, pretending to be just as surprised as they.

 

[Jan'Moosh]

Upon hearing the other voice respond, every single employee went silent. "Republic? We're just...Watchwrath Salvage." Ruger responded truthfully. "If you are republic, could I please receive your name and rank?" He asked, his voice calm and clear. McGravis headed over to the window, staring at [member="Vassara Raxis"]'s ship, no emotion on his face. "Wanna drop us off down 'ere and keep talking with them motherfethers? We ain't got time for this!" McGravis snarled, stalking off to the back of the ship in response to Ruger simply ignoring his words. Everyone still remained silent, waiting patiently for the woman's response.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ruger Watchwrath"]

"Frak I think they got me." Vassara muttered, before tapping her finger back into the blue sea, to open up another channel.

"Hey guys, just spotted ya, did you hear that Republic transmission?"

She hoped the gambit would hold, and this time spoke in her normal voice. As the channel went silent on her end she turned back to Silas, yelling into the cargo compartment of the vessel.

"Silas, they're salvagers! Prep my suit for me and grab two of them Flechette Slugtrhowers for us."

"Already on it, we gonna go in or what?"

"Moving now."

Ignoring the other vessel Vassar worked her magic, pulling hard on the yoke and pushing the throttle to the max. The engines lit up with a flash and the vibrations of the old bucket nearly rattled her teeth right out of her. The Gypsy Caravan surged forwards cutting a path up along the hull at full speed.

Vassara fingers taped furiously now as she held the yoke with one hand, scrolling through and pinging the hull with the full might of the little freighters sensor arrays. They were reading lifeforms, but just barely. There was a lot of interference from the nebulae nearby.

"Think I got something, almost there!"

She dove the ship now towards the hull, aiming for the crack in the superstructure that split the two halves.....

 

[Jan'Moosh]

"Vladimir! We're fixin' to head in!" He shouted, before pointing to the large duffel bag near the back of the ship that held multiple pieces of equipment. Shortly after, he began to pursue the other shuttle, shouting angrily. He watched where the other pilot was heading. "Vladimir, how many stun blasters do we got in that bag?" Ruger continued shouting questions to McGravis, who answered nearly every question in a panicked tone. Due to the fact that there was absolutely no weapons built into the company shuttle, it was nearly impossible to threaten the pilot of the ship who was headed straight towards the station. Shortly after retrieving the three stun blasters, McGravis distributed two of them to the two Chiss brothers who sat in the middle of the ship, and handed the third to Ruger, who was hell-bent on retrieving the credits that he and his employees would receive prior to completing the mission.

[member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ruger Watchwrath"]

"Hold on tight!"

Vassara wrangled the controls as the L19 plummeted through the crack. There was little time to waste and her fingers continued working rapidly through the holocontrols. Activated reverse thrusters fired, slowing their descent rapidly. The station seemed to have barely any gravity, and she could feel the ship come to a complete standstill.

"We're in setting her down now!"

The landing gear kicked out with grinding noise as the vessel met the floor with a thud.

Vassara was up and out her seat that second, keeping the ship on standby in case they had to make a hot getaway. She ran to the back of the cargo bay, snatching her suit from Silas and throwing it on. In her off hand she held her Flechette Shotgun.

"They see you go in?" Silas asked between breaths as they sprinted to the now opening ramp. Floodlights illuminated the cavernous hangar bay they had landed in as the ramp clashed to the durasteel deck, and Vassara took a slow calculated step.

"Yeah I think so. Watch out for incoming, not sure what kind of weapons they were sporting."

Her datapad beeped and she looked downwards, accessing the readouts.

"Scanners say we are at one tenth of normal gravity. Step carefully, or we might just fly off."

"Well that bulkhead looks good, what do you say."

Vassara nodded, loading her shotgun with a swift pump.

CHK
CHK

"Sounds good."

 

[Jan'Moosh]

McGravis sat there, staring at the station, before turning to the two Chiss brothers in the back. The tallest Chiss was a slim man, his face covered with scars and his brown hair shaved down into a buzz cut. He possessed a small, yet easily noticed face tattoo and was constantly chewing tobacco, while the second Chiss was a scrawny, weak, and short Chiss who was always cracking his knuckles and had a nervous look on his face. The shorter Chiss was shaking badly, sweat slowly dripping down his forehead.

While the tattooed Chiss stood to his feet, and immediately jumped to his feet, clearing his throat. Following the same route [member="Vassara Raxis"] had followed, Ruger had relentlessly followed her, screeching to a halt only once they reached the entrance of the station. McGravis quickly sorted through the bag, muttering a profanity as he was unable to discover the suits required to exit the ship and still be capable of breathing. The taller Chiss headed over to McGravis, who was shaking his head angrily.

Ruger climbed out of the heavily damaged pilot seat, heading straight for the exit. McGravis turned to face the entire crew. "We only...we only got four suits. Three people gotta stay behind." McGravis explained, before releasing a sigh. "McGravis...your comin' along." Ruger declared, before gesturing to both Chiss. Shortly after, McGravis, Ruger, and the two Chiss climbed into their suits, as the three other crew members, watched as the landing ramp slowly descended hitting the station floor with a thud. Clad in grey, the four descended the ramp, weapons in hand. "We don't want no problems!" McGravis shouted, attempting to communicate with the fellow pilot.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ruger Watchwrath"]

Vassara whirled, both her and Silas raising their shotguns as the voice boomed out. She kept her finger outside of the trigger guard, but spoke firmly.

"Neither do we, what's your angle salvager’s? You wanna work with us or against us?"

It was pretty bold move. She desperately hoped they would not attack or elect to work against them. Firing any shots in this condition could lead to suit rupture and that meant instant death via flash freezing. Somehow she hoped the rest of the station at least had life support somewhere.

"Preliminary scans picked up some life forms, so we're not alone here gentlemen, what's your names?" She barked gruffly at the group.

"Uhh Vassara?"

"Not now."

"Uh yeah now, we got a problem."

Vassara kept her aim up and looked at the direction that Silas pointed out. Her jaw dropped in horror.

There was a body, still perfectly preserved in the void. The odd part was, it looked as if claws and teeth had shredded the right side of the corpse face....

 

[Jan'Moosh]

"Of course, I just want to get paid, I am not fixin' to kill anybody, nor do I wish that my companions here are injured. The birth name is Ruger Watchwrath, CEO of Watchwrath Salvage. That man right 'ere is Vladimir McGraus and those two are the Raft brothers." Ruger addressed each of his crew members respectfully, before he noticed the woman looking at an object. Looking up, Ruger's eyes widended with surprise. "What the hell!?" He shouted. The scrawny Chiss began shaking uncontrollably, looking to his brother for assistance, who's facial expressions displayed surprise, rather than fear. The tattooed Chiss pushed past his brother, heading over to the woman. However, Ruger quickly pulled the Chiss back, before taking a step forward. "I suppose...you know what did that?" Ruger declared, the calmness in his voice fading.

[member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ruger Watchwrath"]

"Actually I haven't a clue."

"I do," Said Silas rather of factly.

"They're an old spacer legend. Supposedly they are called Reavers. Pirate bands that drifted so far out into space during the gulag plague, they lost their way back. They resorted to cannibalism to stay alive. So far no ones had a confirmed sighting, but this looks like something they might do."

Vassara felt a shudder go up and down her spine as she heard Silas speak. He was many years her senior, and an experienced spacer. She trusted his judgement to the death. Her grip on the shotgun tightened and she lowered it down just a bit, taking a defensive position, Her whole goal here had been to scout the station, but now perhaps things had changed.

"Mr. Ruger, exactly how many hands do you have? And what weapons. I originally came here to scout the station and loot what I could. Unfortunately it seems we might need some excessive fore if we ant to survive. Truce?"

She walked forwards, ever so lightly so as not to catapult herself into space.

Then she extended her hand, looking the strange gray armoured man straight in the eyes.

Deep within the bowels of the station an ancient evil stirred. A scabbed monster awoke, hungry and vriulently riddled with scabs. As he stood from the seat he occupied he bristled with new life, sensing flesh was nigh. The central command chamber was his home and had been for thousands of years. His crew was dying from lack of food but that had all changed.​

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"Awaken my crew, we have a new catch."​

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Hiddeous tatooed and pierced half humanoids stireed from their sleep. Their jaws clacked and their beady eyes pierced forth from the darkness as the room began to light up.​

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Reavers....​

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Each Reaver was clad in clothes made of dried and stretched skins of their enemies. The grotesque armor they made was adorned with skulls and reinforced by bone and rotted leather. They were haggard and gaunt, with madibles much to big for any human. Each Reaver carried a sickly sword and an ancient slugthrower pistol. ​

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The scabbed and mutilated souls howled a hunting cry, echoing through the station, enhanced by the darkside.....​

 

[Jan'Moosh]

"We got a blaster rifle, but-" He went silent as he heard a lowd howl, his eyes widening. "Y-y-you...y-you heard t-that?" Ruger asked, looking back to his crew. McGraus, glanced left to right nervously. "Perhaps we should...take off?" McGraus recommended, slowly taking a step back. "Hell no! I haven't gotten paid in weeks, you think I'm just gonna walk away?! Reevers? Are you fethin' serious? That-" However, McGraus interrupted the man. "Are you fethin' deaf? You tellin' me that you believe it's a good idea to head down there? You wanna stay behind, we'll glady leave your pathetic corpse 'ere! However, I'd like to keep all of my limbs intact. I-"

However, the Chiss simply ignored McGraus, shuffling into the darkness and out of sight. The employees of Watchwrath Salvage all watched in disbelief, and ain't one of them were fixing to head after him. However, the smaller and weaker Chiss shouted for his brother, who did not return, before he then began to step towards the tunnels. However, McGraus quickly gripped onto the Chiss's shoulder, yanking him back. "We can't go after 'em!" McGraus shouted. "No, we ain't lettin' 'em die, get a few of them flares, McGrause." Ruger said, who ignored McGraus's protests. "Can we kill them motherfethers?" Ruger asked, staring at the darkness.

[member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ruger Watchwrath"]

Silas spoke up as Vassar looked at him expectantly.

"Well yea, I mean c'mon. They are flesh and blood like us, just that they got unnatural speed and such. Otherwise I'm sure conventional weapons will work."

Vassara nodded, steeling her nerves. The Chiss had disappeared and it was obvious that Ruger was concerned about his crewmate. In her mind a plot began to hatch.

"Ok check this out. We need to get through that bulkhead, and down to wherever the station draws it power from. If we can activate the reactors, we might have a better chance. Hopefully power means more gravity, which gives us an edge. If these guys lived in low grav all this time, their muscles have probably grown weak."

Silas nodded, holding his shotgun also in a white knuckled grip.

"Hells yea! You guys ready to smoke some Reavers!"

Vassara ignored him, typing away on her datapad. Her suits short-range scanners began to map the area, drawing a line of corridors and entrances to them.

"Ruger you guy's gotta have some explosives right?"

The map showed they were several decks above their target. She was assuming the massive chamber below them was the engineering room. After all what salvage company didn't come well equipped.

 

[Jan'Moosh]

"Explosives? Sure, they ain't real powerful, though." He gave a respectful nod as McGraus returned with three hand-held flares. "Here, take one of these. You may need it, man." Ruger said, handing the woman a single flare. "The most powerful explosive we got is a single Thermal Detonator." Ruger then turned to McGraus. "Could you grab that rifle behind the pilot's seat? We're gon' need it." McGraus complied, returning back to the shuttle and retrieving the rifle, before quickly returning, passing the weapon into the hands of Ruger, who glanced to [member="Vassara Raxis"].

(I apologize for the short post, couldn't think of anything else.)

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ruger Watchwrath"]

OOC: No problem

"Hurry up Vassara, I hear something."

The spacer woman trembled as her fear rose to the front. With ginger hands she gripped the thermal detonator, thinking of blasting through the floor with it. But it would not be an option as they had so few explosives, five floors between them and the chiss had run off. She handed the detonator back to Ruger.

"New plan, we go through the bulkhead and clear each hall."

"I got the door."

Silas approached the bulkhead as Vassara took a knee pointing directly at the door with her shotgun. Silas plugged his own datapad into loose wires of the wall. Within seconds his algorithm unlocked the seal and the sound of air de-pressurizing hissed across the bay. The door opened with a whoosh and Vassar stood face to face with a grotesque monster.

It's mandibles clacked as it raised it;s scabbed mutated hand with a huge slugthrower revolver in it.

"MEEAAAT."

"Wholy frethin frak!"

Vassara pumped the trigger, and pumped the shotgun reloading. The spray of her red hot projectiles riddled the moster knocking it back into the bulkhead behind it, blood spraying a black ichor. It screamed a fierce howl, almost shattering her ear drums in the small amount of air that was left in the hangar.

"Move forwards, kill it!"

She pumped and fire again, sending more hot lead into the creature as it attempted to push off from the bulkhead....

 

[Kaiden Rohn]

The moment Kaiden Rohn heard about Argyra IV, he thought a couple of things. First of all, what a terrible name. Second of all, the prospect of getting more money from a relatively simple gig was something that interested him. Not just because he was a washed up commando addicted to the bottle and happily investing most of his money into pills and cheap whores, but primarily because of his addiction to pills and booze and cheap, one night, dirty thrills in questionable places and objective women. Kaiden landed, using the corvette the Republic had given so long ago. He space walked, something that he didn't particularly enjoy. Reminded him of the emptiness he felt inside, being all alone out in space and all.


Kaiden walked around the empty ship for a long while, a big, heavy slugthrower pistol in his hands. Nothing like the accuracy and control of the sidearm, and the stopping power wasn't too bad either. He made his way through the ship, encountering a staggering amount of nothing. Not a lot to pick, besides standard spaceship stuff. Dead bodies here and there, but nothing substantial or game changing for him. He made his way further in, when he stopped. Shots. He heard shots. And a screech that seemed to come from an old monster flick, but in a better theater and with slightly better acoustics. Then, the reavers came. The Havoc Squad commander didn't even flinch when he returned fire, putting them down with lightning quick efficiently and pinpoint accuracy.


With that, the ex-commander, now-alcoholic bearded mess of a man moved towards the gunfire. Which just so happened to belong to [member="Vassara Raxis"]. But obviously, he didn't know that.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Kaiden 'Papa' Rohn"]

Vassara fired again, letting a stream of redhot lead fly into the creature, opening fresh wounds. As it fell back she was upon it, the bold woman charged. Her hand dropped the shotgun and drew her Phrik knife, sending the razor sharp blade plunging into the creatures brains.

She twisted and pulled, withdrawing the blade in gout of blood.

"It's down."

"What the hell!"

Vassara stood for a moment more, examining the corpse before retrieving her shotgun from the deck. They were only five decks still, above the power generator.

"We might need bigger guns when this finishes."

"Yep, I think I know just where to get em."

Silas kicked the corpse aside, strolling through the door way and cracking a glowstick. The hallways lit up with orange as they moved inwards, searching for a turbolift, or something of use. Explosives it seemed would not be an option....

 

[Kaiden Rohn]

Orange light bathed red eyes as it fell down the hallway. Kaiden stood in a floating pile of Reaver bodies, calmly sitting the middle. He was clad in his Havoc armor, a recognizable symbol from the Republic's glory days situated on the chest of the armor, and the forearm. It was also where the symbol rested on his arm in the form of a tattoo, but the girl wouldn't know that for sure, unless she had X-ray vision. The former Havoc Squad commander looked upwards, dead Reavers and beasts lying around him. He was quite the capable killer, as evidenced by the fact that he was only holding a slugthrower in his hands.


He didn't speak for a moment, enjoying the silence. He stared at the girl and her company.


"Hello."


[member="Vassara Raxis"]