FNRP - Fracas at Far Harbor (Open to All!)

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Incursion"]


Everything happened very fast. A message was beamed into her skull, confirming her suspicions, her crew alerted her and all hell broke loose. Abruptly, people all around her began showing symptoms of being afflicted with the worst migraine imaginable. I would have used nerve gas, she thought. She rolled her eyes at Sapphire's long monologue. Melodramatic and unnecessary. You gain nothing from revealing yourself like that, she thought. This kind of gloating is illogical.


No emotion crossed Enyo's face while various visitors, servers and guards clutched their heads, fell to their knees and screamed in agony. It seemed she was the only one unaffected...but then she spotted another woman ([member="Anora Shaw"]) who was untroubled as well. Another one they want to recruit, she theorised.


She knew which way to go and made her exit from the booth. This was not the way she'd wanted to meet them. The Contingency was taking control over the station, which would put her at risk if the negotiations went poorly. However, this was a chance she could not pass up. If she did not like what the droids said, she'd use force to get what she wanted. It seemed her comm no longer worked. However, she had mechu-deru and Neda was a cyborg like her. Finally, they established contact via their implants.


"Boss, what's your status? The station guards are all out cold and a massive warship just popped up. The door is sealed." To her credit, her Zabrak minion remained calm and composed, instead of showing signs of agitation.


"It's the Contingency. They want to chat with me - and it seems I'm not the only one. Tell Shoshary to keep the ship ready and the crew to shoot at anything that comes close. You will join me. Blow up the door if you must," Enyo responded. Purely electronic communication was far more efficient than verbal one and implants could not be blocked like comms. There was less risk of eavesdropping.


"Acknowledged, boss. I'll bring the boomstick," The connection was cut and Enyo began to make her way out. She paid the suffering organics no mind, as she stepped over a bunch of bodies.


Instead, she tried to reach out to Sapphire via her technopathy, tracing the signal she had received. "If you want to chat, open the door to the bay my ship is parked in," she ordered gruffly. "I want one of my people to join me." The hybrid was a Force Master, but backup could be useful. Moreover, she did not like it when she was out of control. Or being trapped.

 

[Ellie Mors]

It was little more than just another day for Lily.

She had arrived late, her vacation to Ragoon IV having ended earlier that day. Unlike most of the other patrons, Lily was entirely ignorant to whatever commotion had already been caused at the auction - she was more concerned with her relationship troubles than she was with the prospect of a rigged auction. It was the first time in several years, at best, that she was out and about without some kind of security detail or guards, having kept a much lower profile after the attempt on her life following the One Sith's fall on Coruscant. She was in casual dress, attempting to blend in with those attending rather than appear as the obvious monarch, and her only form of self-defense was a small blaster pistol that was all but anchored to her side.

'I'm surprised that there's such a diverse attendance.' The empress thought to herself, her curiosity growing as she meandered through the various booths set up for the auction. She couldn't feel the force that had tripped up a small group of attendees - she had lost that particular ability after intentional disuse and complacency as a monarch with little reason to continue training as a force sensitive. There was something odd about the auction, but she trusted her eyes and her mind more than she trusted her gut - trusting her gut had only gotten her into trouble, and it had potentially ruined whatever she had with A'sharad - a thought which she immediately shook out of her head before she ruined the remainder of her day with a guilty conscience.

She had hardly been here for five minutes when everything went south.

'What is going on?'

The thought had barely any time to register when the artificial intelligence spoke of the change in affairs. Nadja had warned her about going alone, or going anywhere at all, when Lily had made up her mind to do something by herself to distract her from her poor life decisions, and now she was regretting this choice, too. "I suppose that's two for two now, Lily." She grumbled, tuning out the gloating that the enigmatic entity was reveling in as she tried to rush back to the small transport she arrived in. Why did it always seem to be that whenever she decided to actually go into public to spend the day as any normal person that her evening imploded? That question, too, was only made painfully frustrating as a large ship loomed overhead.

She looked up, hoping to identify it as some government's ship, perhaps something local to the system - but for all her knowledge as a shipwright, and for all her time at the Naval Academy at Anaxes, there was nothing on the ship that she could use to determine where it came from or if it belonged to any government. It was too large to be manned by any individual, though she supposed a rogue AI could potentially man it, but her inquisitiveness regarding to whom the ship belonged to was answered by the very artificial intelligence that seemed to have taken over this charade of an auction.

She had just passed a few of [member="Darth Abyss"]'s guards that had attempted to bar an exit when a sharp and debilitating pain stabbed at her mind - it was so sudden that it put her in shock, her mouth opening to gasp for air as her legs gave out and she collapsed to her hands and knees, hardly able to even manage that. She wasn't some kind of trained soldier, and she was certainly no more prepared for this kind of assault than were the average person in the galaxy. And just as soon as it had came it was gone, replaced instead by an assortment of landing craft, fighters, and transports. As she recovered from the shock she had just underwent, Lily recognized what was likely the start of either a mass murder or kidnapping and only groaned. The blaster pistol at her side, for all its worth, was only good to defend her from maybe one or two people, not what could end up being a legion of soldiers or droids.

"Kark."

'And just think, you managed to probably make [member="Asharad Graush"] hate you the other day, and now you're probably going to get yourself taken hostage. What's next, being caught in the middle of a war?'

'Good job, Lily. You make the best choices.'

[member="Incursion"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

There had been barely any time to review the information that the source of the signal was coming from deep within outsider station, when the wave of pain and agony was released within the force. All around Abyss his men were dropping to the ground, while the empty husk himself stood in there midst. There was nothing organic about him anymore, no flesh, no blood and no bones inside the cursed armor, and neither was there pain. The only to effect he experienced himself was a wave of short confusion and disoriented as the sheer amount of force energy blinded his ethereal senses for a moment.

When they returned his first reaction was to see if [member="Miss Blonde"] was alright. Her resolve was strong enough to get through pretty much everything, but even he had been caught unprepared for the attack. Following a short moment of relieve that she was not dead, the entity reached down towards the weapon of one of the fallen Ghostmakers, lifting the experimental acid launcher and walking towards the terminal.

"Tell your Contingency that I am coming for them, and that they would do best to expect no mercy."

With that a stream of acidic gas was released at the terminal, eroding the metal it touched. As the first canister was slowly depleting, the device was almost entirely melted into a grey sludge. Once done he reached for another launcher, proceeding to do the same with any sort of technology linked to the station.

While that probably bought him some time, he still needed men to fight whatever was coming, at least according to the sense of impending doom whispering in the force. The attack had made it clear that this unknown opponent possessed the strength to break most living men, which left him with one option: The Dead.

Unfazed, but certainly not satisfied with the situation the sith lord walked up to the legion soldiers on the ground, the staff on his back elegantly orbiting around his body and landing into his right. Without a second thought he brought the thorn on the end of weapon down, taking the live of exactly 12 of them, sparing all Ghostmakers or members of the Inner eye. Then he began to stamp the staff on the ground in a rhythmic fashion, while his otherworldly voice began to weave a spell that would grant him enough warriors to fight his way through the station.

"Choono slalem denni tay'lori olee-ay. Lucheno vadem klavlane. Blenay vedi nalem koreem. Blenay vedi nalem koreem. Villos susko kono lamal! Vlemon tagoo!"

Green mist began to emerge for the skull on top of the staff, wandering over the corpses, filling their lungs and bodies, until the first of the dead opened his eyes, the natrual color replaced by an eerie green glow. Then they all rose, mindless marionettes enthralled by the power of the arcane arts, ready to kill and die for the Prophet's cause. Looking back at Blonde, the sith lord pierced the staff into the ground, and once again reached for a Ghostmaker weapon, while offering another to her. Their path would lead down, and thanks to the weapons he would lead straight down. All he needed was his undead to stand guard while he and Blonde would melt their way into the heart of Outsider station.

"Ready when your are Blonde. Time this Contingency learns why no one in the Underworld could oppose us."

Once more a stream of gas was released, this time aimed at the ground in the middle of the booth. It would take time, but could they stand their ground long enough then they would cut their way into the station from right where they stood.

[member="Incursion"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Fear was the Sith's ally, having manipulated many a soul simply by employing it methodically. Fear had many qualities and less defenses against it. Once the infection of fear took root, anyone could be made to do your bidding. None more so than if one's life was at stake. The girl's fear and pain was a delight to Darth Venefica. The pain was a punishment for her careless attempt to kill her. Fear was the truth serum to unravel this growing mystery surrounding the message, the auction, and the mysterious woman whom The Queen of Madness opted to ignore.​

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"If you were unaware of your boss's intentions....why the murderous attempt?"​

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Slightly releasing the pressure on the girl's heart in one move, she called the falling weapon to her other.​

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"I...I saw a portion of the message and...I....I thought you were attempting to cause trouble. We have orders to prevent trouble by any means...I'm...sor...sorry. Please don't kill...kill me."​

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From outside the booth, trouble already began to brew. Shouting matches roared down the halls. A quick glance through the glass revealed some pockets of fights. ​

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"Killing you serves no purpose. Keeping you alive has it's advantages."​

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Darth Venefica removed her hold upon the girl's beating heart giving this girl a small vision of hope until both her wrists surprisingly snapped, further adding a new kind of pain. ​

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"You're alive. Be grateful."​

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Nudging the girl out the booth, the Sith Lady surveyed the scene before first placing the weapon in the girl's holster then directing the girl down the hall.​

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[member="Incursion"] ... [member="Malen"] ... [member="Anora Shaw"]​

 

[HK-36]

[member="Ultimatum"],

Upon being given the information that the rod was covered in imbued crystals the item's worth dramatically lowered in the droid's perspective. HK took out a purse from one of his satchels, opening it up to check how much change he had on him to throw towards the auction,

"Are Sith ever sincere? Whether or not it is true we should probably be concerned about how many Sith there are around us and the fact that they are not dormant."


[member="Incursion"], [member="Elpsis Elaris"],

HK cut off Saphire's explanation on imbued crystals after getting a brief look on the specifics she displayed through his holo-projector, needing only really a slight glance at the images to capture and analyze them. He listened then as the attempts to shut the AI down brought on a speech from it referring to the various attendees, although not HK curiously enough, as he shuffled and dug through his little purse searching for any credits he could spare.

“Darth Abyss and Miss Blonde, such a lovely couple. Even now you’re wondering where I am, who I am, how I can be here? Tyber Zann, I admire your initiative,"

"13,000 HK Bucks and ..."

He eventually interrupted Sapphire's speech on his end by pressing the call button to make his bid, looking back to Ultimatum to ask,

"Do you have any spare change on you? It is only imbued crystals but might as well, you know?"

Without really waiting for Ultimatum to answer he turned back to the transmitter to add,

"3,000 Platinum-pressed Artificaliums, 16,000 credits total, this is the Iron Lord Protector by the way."

The Metal Lords and their government had many issues due to the way they were structured, with each droid having more or less absolute sovereignty over their holdings. Most of these problems involved issues of standardization, for example lacking one common currency, although some preferred to just use standard galactic credit, others replaced it in their territories with their own brand of money. While for machines who could do conversions in their heads on the go this was not as much of a problem, to organics it was probably hell, especially in spaceports. At least currency exchange was a very big and thriving business over there.


Scream of pain and wretched agony suddenly raised from around them as various organic beings, besides Elpsis because she was cool like that, begun to clamor, attacked by some unseen force. The droid glanced back and forth, trying to scan through the walls of the station into the nearby booths to perhaps find out what was happening,

"Someone is attacking organics on the station."

He pointed out to Ultimatum who probably could gather just as much from the sounds around them,

"I really hope this is not Lord Mettallum's doing."

HK quipped quietly, referring to one of their Metal Lord colleagues who was known for a rather short temper and tendency to do something that HK had to do damage control after. Still, the machine looked back to Ultimatum,

"Did you brought any troops with you?"

 

[Nima Tann]

Nima nodded to Elpsis's request. This place had trouble written all over it. So the three moved towards the exit quickly, only to see they were locked in. Yet another reason they should've listened to the young seer. The aftermath of this was going to be as bad, Nima could already feel how angry Sio was going to get, rightfully so. Oh well, that was for another time. For now, they had to get out of here. "Elpsis, let's get rid of the door." So Nima immediately went for her lightsaber, however, before she could do anything, she was struck with an immense pain in the back of her head.

Not expecting such attack, she lost her balance with the pain. This pain was too familiar, kept in the depths of her memory. She remembered. It was the most uncomfortable moments of her life, reliving that day with same immense pain. It was when her mental defenses kicked in, and the burning feeling in the back of her head turned into a headache as quickly as it appeared, still uncomfortable but manageable. She took a deep breath as she was back in control and stood up.

Closing her eyes, she concentrated on her companions mentally to provide them support, ease the pain as they had to move immediately.

One thing was certain at this point, they were under attack.

[member="Tegaea Alcori"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"]

 

[The Major]

Meanwhile, at the largest bar on station. . .​

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"Aeshi? A pleasure."​

The bespectacled woman took a pause to drink a quick gulp of her dark liquor before completing the pleasantries.​

"Mine's Sybil, charmed I'm sure."​

It was a little formality from where she was raised.​

With a practiced eye, the Major takes about a second to scan [member="Aeshi Tillian"] up and down with fast moving irises. They take every detail one can to create an impression. In this case, the relief of meeting a kindred spirit; if not in life, then in intention.

"Actually, it might be more worthwhile to take a cargo ship up and down the wreckage of Far Harbour post auction. I wouldn't be surprised if most of the items on offer were little more than salvage recently recovered from the shattered planet."

As they spoke and drank the atmosphere of the room began to take one of frantic proportions. Some guests appeared to be rushing back to their craft, while servers and guards continuously offered assurances of safety. Safety? Why would such a thing be compromised, unless. . . The Major rifles through her pockets and produces a datapad, thumbing about the pages and searching through the feeds of the auction. Meanwhile, there was a sudden spike of pain in her head. Another migraine now? No, it was already fading away.

"Something's wrong. . ."

[member="Incursion"]

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

• Outsider Station
  Far Harbor

Kainan Wolfe stared at the image on the holoprojector through the open door of an empty booth with a mixture of annoyance and disgust. He listened on to the projection's ramblings about stalling for time, its threats and promises of unlimited power, the sort of standard carrot-and-stick stuff that someone who sought to coerce others into submission, would use. Then came the pain.

The warlord staggered and nearly lost his footing as the blinding, screeching pain came crashing through his nervous system. But Kainan Wolfe was a man used to pain that was far worse than this, the kind of pain that only a Sith could inflict. So he clenched his teeth, pushed it to the back of his mind and regained control over his body and gave the projection a dismissive gaze.

There was one bit of information which he found interesting, though. A mention of something called the Contingency. He filed that away for future use. Other than that, the woman who identified herself as Sapphire did not say anything else noteworthy.

Wolfe was unimpressed. If this woman thought she would impress him with this amateurish attempt at manipulation, she was wrong. The warlord answered her in a cold, calm and derisive tone meant to convey to her the message that he was in control here. "You talk too much," the four words being the only thing that he said, but not the entirety of his response. For that, he pulled out his blaster pistol, aimed it at the holoprojector in the booth and fired several shots into it until it stopped working.

Taking hold of his comlink, Wolfe then contacted his ship. "Argent Dawn, this is the Lord of Shrouds. Bring the ship around and prepare for battle. We have a situation," he instructed. If this Sapphire didn't jam communications, she was in for a nasty surprise. Wolfe's thousand-meter Star Destroyer had only just departed Far Harbor and would take a short time to return. When it did, it would bring its full firepower to bear on this Contingency.

"Everyone else, with me," Wolfe instructed his companions, moving the pistol to his left hand and drawing his lightsaber with his right. "We're going to round up everyone who is willing and organize a fighting retreat."

With that, Wolfe walked into the hallway and pressed the button that ignited the lightsaber, producing a black, sputtering blade which was imbued with the telltale essence of the darkside. "Listen up, everyone! We can defeat this thing, but we need to stay organized if we want to do so! I have forces en route to reinforce us and they will be here shortly. Until then, we need to hold out!"

[member="Incursion"] | [member="Kiso"] | [member="tsarwars"] | [member="Aeshi Tillian"] | [member="Natasha Darkstar"] | [member="Formorta"] | @Everyone Else

 

[Ultimatum]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8PSFN2r6bXY

Ultimatum nodded as he checked his pistol. Safely stowed in his internal compartment, just as he had left it. Two in fact, never a big fan of the double weapon, but for some reason he had brought two with him. Of course, the artificial would have preferred to have his personal favorite rifle with him in a firefight, but as fate would have it the closest of the rifles available to him were in a crate quite some distance away.

The younger droid was perhaps more intent on the listening part to the AI's speech about the crystals. History, production, those were things that Ultimatum found intriguing. Perhaps it was in part due to his lack of personal history that he found the history of others more attractive. When [member="HK-36"] cut it off Ultimatum exclaimed in a subdued manner, "Hey. I was listening to that."

A moment later he smiled as he heard the distinct sounds of HK looking for what money he had. Ultimatum was about to offer when the older droid sent the message and then turned to him asking for money. "Of course. I have some aurodium coins here." Barely an eighth of an inch in diameter, the coins had been forged of pure aurodium, after all Ultimatum was not a cheep droid, and were the first in his attempt to create a currency.

Based on the rather exorbitant value of the material, and fact that most standard credits were not always accepted in the farther reaches of the galaxy, Ultimatum had believed it would be a fairly safe bet to use the metal as a coinage system. He hoped that it would be strong merely on its material value, though of course sometimes organics tried to create overly complicated systems in order to achieve greater personal wealth. Ultimatum pulled out the small metal box from its compartment and tossed it HK.

As it would turn out, the money was unnecessary, at least at this point. It would seem that indeed the auction was off. Or so the communication led Ultimatum to believe. The artificial wondered for a moment if the object they had been almost bidding on was even real, or a fabrication in order to keep their attention. Ultimatum grinned to himself. If some organic wished to rob them, then perhaps they had misjudged all those present. Ultimatum had no doubt that each and every person present could handle themselves in a fight.

Then a message came through, even as Ultimatum spoke, a message from his crew aboard the Fate. "PU-01 here, sir organics are showing signs of intense pain. Droids appear unaffected."

"Mental attack. Force based?"

"Unknown, MU is trying to help those closest to the Fate. Recommend immediate relocation in case of physical invasion."

"Hold, not yet. Stay where you are tend to those nearby."

The few milli-seconds of communication passed and Ultimatum caught the rest of HK's words. Pulling out one of his pistols Ultimatum replied, "My pilot concurs. Any idea if it is Force related?"

Ultimatum shared the thought, if Lord Mettallum was this intent on killing someone... perhaps he needed a hobby. A less destructive hobby. Ultimatum held little against Mettallum, merely a crushed head, attempted destruction, constant insults. Nothing at all really, trifling matters. An organic might have easily misconstrued their relationship as a rather antagonistic one.... and Ultimatum had to agree. It was... difficult, to say the least, to stand alongside the droid who seemed to threaten him at every encounter. But then, his life was not an easy one, it was destined to be a difficult one.

When asked for troops Ultimatum shook his head, "No. We're on our own. Did you bring any weapons?" Ultimatum felt that it was a foolish query to pose, but knew that it was important to know the extent of the situation. He hoped it would not come to a fight, for that would be a horrible waste of resources. He was prepared nonetheless.

[member="Incursion"]

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Tegaea Alcori"], [member="Nima Tann"]


This was what happened when you visited a dubious auction on a space station orbiting a death world and populated by suspicious characters. You did not need to be a seer to know that. The droid voice had been so helpful to mention the Sith in the crowd. Yep, Auntie Siobhan would be mad. Regardless, they had to focus on getting out alive.


As Elpsis approached the sealed door, she was struck by a sharp, almost debilitating pain in the back of her skull. It was like a knife suddenly carved into her brain, exploding into a thousand burning hot shards. She struggled to maintain her malance, experiencing a feeling of vertigo.


The pain was familiar. It reminded her of what her father had put her through. That memory hardened her resolve and her mental walls rose, shielding her mind. Gradually, the pain became something she could handle. "Come one," she urged. "Get up, Auntie Tegs."


Feeling the Force flow from Nima to her, she dashed to the door. Her hand touched the heavy durasteel door and there was a bright glow when she flooded it with heat, melting the metal. Then her lightsabre ignited with a snap-hiss, producing an orange blade, and cut through the door.

 

[Muad Dib]

He had just been sitting in the booth drinking his whiskey and smoking his deathsticks. Glancing over the bar he watched the first item come up for auction for ten thousand credits. Chuckling lightly he shook his head and slid from the booth to stand and stretch. The bustle of the station was almost overwhelming. His glower and presence kept most at bay however.

But then a new voice was heard throughout the station. At the intrusion in the force he threw up walls in his mind and turned surveying the crowd as his senses outstretched registering several powerful auras nearby. But as the words finished he felt an overwhelming pain that dropped the Mad Knight to one knee.

Focusing on his breathing he pulled the force around him and reinforced his mental barriers. As the excruciating pain subsided to a dull throb he rose with a snarl on his face. All around lay people incapacitated by pain or barely conscious yet unable to move as their bodies writhed in anguish.

Snarling once more he stretched out to see if he sensed any familiar who needed his assistance. But as he had come to this remote station alone it appeared as if he would be making his own way alone as well. Picking up the bottle of whiskey he shook his head sadly and let it drop, shattering. Then he moved from the open room where not another soul was able to withstand the pain they were experiencing.

In the open corridor it was more of the same. Beings laying prostrate in various states of collapse. Some seemed to be mercifully ignorant of the pain while others lay crying and sobbing, completely overcome by the attack. Stepping over and around the prone bodies be made his way down the hall.

Pausing at a doorway that had been frozen open he stepped into the room and looked up. A faint vapor steamed from the ceiling above as he watched. But it wasn't the sight that had caught his attention but the immense power from above. It was as if standing among the crypts in the Valley of the Dark Lords. An evil presence above filled everything with a malevolence. He had known few Sith who exuded such a powerful presence.

Shaking his head again he raised his left hand at the flooring and activated the laser built into his gauntlets. Scouring the ceiling he made several crosses into the ceiling where the vapors were getting stronger. After several minutes he deactivated his weapon and stepped back sensing the ceiling was about to give.

Reaching over his shoulder he slowly drew his force imbued beskar sword with his right handed gauntlet and waited for the Sith to drop down.


[member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

Sukai was glad her bid stayed, either the crime lords and Sith were two buisy trying to to kill one another or no one was really interested in what was being displayed, that was good new. Though sadly said good new quickly faded away with the new message, of course it was a trap why would it not be, the galaxy loved to screw with her in every way. So the minute the voice started yabering away Sukai got up from her booth and made her way out to a more open area, only like so many others to have a searing pain course through her head, not having enough skill or time to set up a proper mental barrier capable of blocking the outside intefrcance.

Soon the pain subsides but now the real threat posed itseft as enemy ships descended from the sky, was it really wise to trust this contingency. If Sukai had learned anything while on her journies it was never trust anyone offering power, in short she was all for fighting these newcomers. Unclipping her lightsaber staff the young apprentice made haste over to the [member="Kainan Wolfe"] as he rounded up people for the oncoming attack, he defiantly seemed like a admiral of some sort, probably able to direct the battle better then the Crim lords present.

Sukai came as close a second she could to the man, earning a strange glance from a eyepatch wearing marine officer Kiso. That was strange, but nothing to really worry about, as of now they needed a game plan, and she was willing to listen to whatever strategy this man had in mind.

 

[Lord Mettallum]

Lord Mettallum had came with [member="HK-36"] and [member="Ultimatum"] to the auction just to pass time while waiting for it to finished so they could go explore deeper into the planet. At the moment Lord Mettallum just looked like a giant deactivated droid that is just slumped over on a charging station in the Metal Lord Booth. In reality he was just in low power mode charging up because auctions are boring and last time he was in one HK-36 came out of no where and out bid him. Lord Mettallum went off low power mode when he heard HK say his name. Standing up Lord Mettallum eyes were pretty white while he adjusted to waking up. After looking around for a few seconds he spoke in what could only be described in a tired robotic voice.

"What am I Lord Mettallum doing. Did you say you want me to attack the organics with my troops I Lord Mettallum did not bring"

It is pretty clear Lord Mettallum didn't correctly hear what HK said nor did he know what was going on and is pretty clueless.

[member="Incursion"]

 

[Darth Banshee]

She listened to [member="Incursion"] about the auction, she was highly intrigued about channeling device. She was about to put a bid in, then [member="Darth Abyss"] someone she knew well enough, told her it was no longer an auction. It was a trap after all, she pulled her lightsaber closer and waited. She had an upper hand on any assailant, as she was not actually trapped. Her ship however was docked, she sent message it a message to her fury, Undock the ship, and cloak the ship and wait for further orders, a game is afoot. She was interested in what was going on, and decide she would stay for a bit. She had now got an exit strategy, she smiled and took a swig from glass of water. Then soon after she listened to [member="Incursion"] again, the one bit that coloured her with interest was this. “Now, let’s all just play it nice and easy…and no one needs get hurt. Well, I lie, some people will need to get hurt. Make sure you are not one of them. Join me. I can offer you all you desire, be it money, power, technology. The Contingency has it all. Should you be tempted not to though…” She then sent a message back, ​Well that is a bold statement, can you prove you have that power? She was intrigued, and nothing to lose by asking how they could do what they said. As she more than interested in gaining more power, and as long as the cost was not to high, she would play ball.

 

[Tyber_Zann]

OOC: Sorry, I accidentally clicked the post button twice.

 

[Tyber_Zann]

Even though he was far away from the center of the auction, He was still affected by the migraine. He clinched his hands over his head, and in doing so activated the detonation sequence. "Son of a kath-hound!" he shouted and tossed the grenade into the fray. After the grenade exploded the migrane started to go away, 'It must have killed or startled the person who started it.' Zann thought, but aloud all he did was order his troops to move in on the auction. Sniper shots were heard flying down, taking out guards and some civilians.
His troops moved in on all sides, and Tyber Yelled "You, your credits, and everything you brought here to sell are now property of The Zann Consorptiun. If you value your lives put your hands on your head, now!" As he was walking around, a bounty hunter drew his knife and charged Tyber, but then the bounty hunter collapsed, a sniper shot going through his head. One woman said "We are property, are you saying we're slaves?" Tyber pointed his blaster at her and replied "No, I'm saying you're hostages."

 

[Ein Harper]

A big meaty shark hand was offered.

Jorah stared at the thing. Though his visage was hidden by the sheathe of metal and glass, one could guess at his amused expression. With a light shrug, he took the beastie's hand, found himself rather dwarfed by the shark's overall size and immense strength, and just waved his elbow about as Ghorua directed the entire motion.

"It's how you make friends where I'm from," the man snickered, "Don't wanna make nice with folks that are in some bad pockets, if you get what I mean." He flexed his fingers in air quotes as it to punctuate just 'what he meant', as if that were wholly obvious.

"I'm working security here. Bit of an in between job. Not my usual gig," his lips parted to speak further, but something stole the words from his throat before they could be uttered.

The auction had begun, and Jorah had done well to ignore it almost in its entirety. Well, he'd at least managed to until the pain stabbed into his skull like a hot knife. Gloved hands slapped up against his helmet as he attempted to caress his aching skull, and a groan of anguish rumbled out from his helm's vocalizer.

"What in the kark?!"

Heart rate spiked. Blood dripped from the nose. Vision went static.

"Toxin two."

The injectors hissed as they moved from their slots in his armor into the cybernetic inputs spread throughout his body. The needles pierced flesh; found their way into the veins along his forearms and neck. The liquid Jorah had labeled Toxin Two spilled into his bloodstream, and thundered through his body courtesy of his overworked heart.

Feeling faded, and then it went entirely numb. The body felt as if it had lost its autonomy, but with it went the remnants of the pain. Jorah stood up from the crouched position he'd found himself in.

"Problems. Need to secure the people. Move them," Jorah's voice was clipped on monotone. It didn't feel like it was his own, but then most bodily functions rarely did when under the effects of Toxin Two. His rifle slid from the strap on his shoulder and into his hands, the weapon clicking as he flicked off the safety.

"Help me?" Jorah just looked at Ghorua.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"], [member="Incursion"]

 

[Lark]

Things got bad pretty quickly.

It started when the AI hijacking the auctions tone went from amiable to pleasantly dangerous. All around him, people stopped and stared at the nearest screen, watching on with growing unease. Lark pushed past them, listening to every word that this annoyingly pompous droid Sapphire said. He heard her words describing events happening elsewhere on the station, Venefica tormenting some girl, Abyss' confusion. So she can see everything that is happening, he thought. An invisible enemy that has eyes and ears casted upon everyone present, so much for one of the other factions being responsible.

And then things got worse.

A massive ship dwarfed over them, like a castle looming over the villages it ruled. Not only could they see everything, but now there was an oversized gun held directly against their heads. Sapphire spoke threats of what would happen should they refuse to submit to this Contingency, which Lark had never heard of. Some ancient faction seeking to establish it's reign once more? I doubt it. Surely I would have heard of them somewhere in the Sith Archives. No, whoever this Contingency is are new players. But how could they accumulate such prowess and resources so quickly? From the massive vessel smaller ships emerged, and were headed directly towards them. "Looks like we're trapped," Lark chuckled. No point in trying to leave, he doubted he'd be able to even if he tried.

And after that, pain.

Struggling to stay on his feet, Lark pressed himself against a wall, clutching at his head, shaking like a madman. It felt as though a miniature bomb had ignited within his skull, his entire head was on fire. He grit his teeth in agony, his nails digging into his head as he attempted to fight off whatever had inflicted this torture. After a few moments of hellish pain, he forced the parasitic attack away, and was left with a throbbing pain reminiscent of what one might feel after a night out drinking. All around him people were collapsed on the ground, save for a few droids who seemed entirely unaffected, and a few other Force-users who similarly rebutted the attack.

In control of his wits once more, Lark picked up a communicator from a fallen assistant, and spoke to this Sapphire, if she was even still listening. "You condemn Venefica and the Sith for unnecessarily committing cruel torments, but then what would you call this? Perhaps you weren't programmed to understand hypocrisy." He drew his sword, enchanted with the same properties as a lightsaber, a gift from his master. The Contingency, whoever they were, had made a grave error. The burning sensation only excited him, it was no match for actually being ablaze. Pink flesh hidden underneath his clothing still remained a reminder of the time he massacred his hometown. The damage inflicted upon him by The Contingency reminded him of that.

He smiled peacefully, relishing in the slight tremor that still resided in his head. Let them come.

 

[AD-8]

AD-8 was late but that didn't bother him because auctions were boring, in his opinion. As he came out of hyperspace in his new ship the control panel went red, multiple weapons had locked onto the ship. He looked up and saw a giant vessel unlike anything he had ever seen before. What looked like transports were heading down to the planet. He opened a communication to [member="HK-36"] "Are you seeing this?" he said"there are multiple transports heading down to the surface, do you want me to send troops? I have 1squad of new droids." The big ship hadn't opened fire so AD was careful not to agitate it.

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Meant to post as [member="AD-8"]

 

[Aeshi Tillian]

[member="The Major"] [member="Incursion"] [member="Kainan Wolfe"]
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"Sybil," Aeshi mused, raising her glass in greeting. "An enchanting name." She paused and took the glass from the server, as a prickle ran up and down her neck. She grinned and drank long and deep. "Quite! I appreciate your thoughts. That was my plan." She set the glass back on the counter, reaching out with the Force, trying to sift through all the information. She sensed the Dark Side sidling through the station, but nothing close or specific. As she did, she rotated, so that her back leaned against the bar. Nothing seemed amiss, other than the enforcers hurrying about and the tension in the air. It was just tense. "Care to join me when I head down? Never seen a planet like this one before." Her words were careful, measured, as she studied the room. Still nothing seemed wrong.

But then she caught sight of the holoprojector. It was a droid of a design that she wasn't familiar with and it seemed to be calling out names. Darth Venefica and Darth Abyss. Sith Lords, by the sound of it. So they were involved, and yet, they hardly seemed like compatriots of the droid. And yet, why was the droid disappointed that there were no Jedi?

Then the spike of pain drove into her brain, sending her to her knees. The glass dropped from her and shattered on the floor, spilling its contents. She gritted her teeth and forced herself upright, clutching the bar, but then it was gone once again, leaving a headache in its wake.

"Kark," she groaned, "I thought Corellian whiskey left a killer headache." Aeshi pushed herself to her feet and tapped the controls on her gauntlet. "StarDream, come in. Come in StarDream, do you read?"

Only interference. She dropped her hands and pulled the pistols from their holsters, flipping one in her hand to offer the grip to Sybil.

"Know how to use this?"

She stepped away from the bar, turning to assess the rest of the situation. It hardly looked great, yet she felt something familiar in the distance. Or someone familiar, almost. She couldn't quite place who it was, but it felt like family. Another Tillian was here? That didn't make sense, but it could be possible. Aeshi strode to a viewport and stared out, watching the planet.

A massive ship had appeared, sending out a massive complement of landing craft. She frowned. Not a type that she recognized or even had seen before. The Contingency. That was who these ships belonged too and they were trying to recruit people to their cause, promising whatever it was that she desired. Well, she desired to be left alone to wander the space lanes, making her own way. Easy enough to grant.

And yet, she doubted they would take kindly to that. She turned to the woman in glasses.

"Ready for this?"