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

[Via Dolorosa]

Oddly, every door they attempted was locked, though it didn't stop people from trying to get through them. Placing a hand on the girl's shoulder, a gentle press made her turn to face the Sith.​

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"Do you know why these doors are locked?"​

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Darth Venefica didn't expect this girl to know the answer. The fear she installed into the woman early on proved no deception from the station's employee. There was an uneasiness surrounding the employee. And fear, though this fear wasn't from the Swamp Witch's doing, this was a sum of the current situation.​

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"No. I don't understand why. I swear. The only time the doors are locked is in preparations for auctions, however, not all of them are locked. Something is wrong."​

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Darth Venefica agreed. Something was wrong, but what? Then she felt a voice enter her mind, one she was familiar with. Though she was locked inside here, there was assistance out there. She sent a reply back through the mental connection.​

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"All the doors are locked. People are beginning to panic...and it appears the auction was a ruse. I'm going to investigate this area more...keep me informed...and keep an eye on the droids. I've heard something is amiss with those mechanical creatures."​

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Turning her attention to the wounded girl.​

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"Is there anyway around these doors you're aware of? Ventilation shafts....hidden doors to hidden rooms...hidden escape routes?"​

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"Let me think for a second."​

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[member="Incursion"] ... [member="Darth Banshee"]​

 

[The Major]

In all this fracas the agent who called herself Sybil was keeping remarkably calm as robots attacked here and there and the corpses of both the "innocent" and the not yet convicted piled up on both sides. There was almost a disturbingly clinical approach the woman took as she appeared to be examining the developments of the situation. True, she kept out of the way and was always managing to remain right behind someone more active, but she also didn't seem quite. . . afraid. Perhaps this belied the fact that the mysterious woman had some capacity of training.

Her only contribution to the fighting was from shooting a fallen droid which stirred as the main group moved passed it. If anything it looked more like an execution, then an act of protection. As Aeshi makes her concern known to the group, another clanker springs out of a vent behind them, opening fire on a few of the defenseless guests who were tagging along with the more capable fighters. Ash and the stench of burning fat stabs the air as this enthusiastic murder machine attempts to bring its guns to bear upon Aeshi and Sybil while passing a bulkhead. It was a hulking thing that looked impervious to anything less than high explosives, never mind a few blaster pistol shots. Thrilled at their luck, Sybil grins while pushing on a command on her holopad. . .

. . . An alarm blares, and the droid looks up too slowly in time to notice that the bulkhead's emergency lockdown had been forcibly activated in remote fashion, causing the doors to slam shut as though the station had torn open on the other side. Clearly, more power was flowing through the door's servos, and at least three safety programs were overridden.

!CRRRRUNNNCHHH!​

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Now, the offending droid wasn't neatly cut in half, but it certainly was serving as an impressive, impromptu seal. Sybil now leans to her kinswoman and whispers.

"Let's not ditch these guys so suddenly. Strength in numbers, right? Besides, according to this station's scanners, these guys have their ships surrounding the station. I wouldn't discount your piloting since I haven't seen it, but let's not take our chances with being the only ship leaving the dock. We'll need to wait for distractions."

At the part Sybil said "surrounding" she showed the datapad to her new friend. The remote feeds were troubling to say the least. There were enough of these enemies to constitute a fleet. The agent stands up and yells over to the saber wielding man, the one she overheard call himself the Lord of Shrouds.

"I'm your slicer. I'll prep electronic and blackout protocols to help us. Does anyone see a terminal? That will make this easier while you keep them off my skin, please."

[member="Aeshi Tillian"] [member="Kainan Wolfe"] [member="Incursion"]

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

Upon being addressed by the holo woman Sukai just game her a blank stare, she would not be won over with sweet talk or rare items and artifacts, if that was possible she would have join the Sith ages ago. For now she had decided to follow [member="Kainan Wolfe"] and his rounded up group of warriors in preparation for the attack, but was approached by on of the officer following him, "They said my name over the anouncment, but that can wait until we are out of here".

Wolfe started to lead the group away towards the space port as the droids started their attack run, Sukai activated her saber staff, deflecting blaster bolts away from the group as they slowly advanced. The mans saber gave of a dark fibe as she approached closer to the front of the group, but with all the Sith and Darksiders around she was not really concerned many sabres had corrupting or dark essences.

Soon the group came near to the space port where [member="Aeshi Tillian"] made mention of using her ship to get off world. Personally she didn't care, her own craft probably wouldn't have made if out of the atmosphere, though something felt off about the woman. "If we don't have cover we should make our own", Using the force Sukai pulled several disabled droids together piling them up in the hallway, a makeshift but better then nothing barricade for the oncoming horde. "It's not much but it will do for now".

[member="Kiso"]

 

[Omega]

[member="Anora Shaw"] [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] [member="Lark"] [member="The Major"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Malen"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Jorah"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Nima Tann"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Kainan Wolfe"] [member="Aeshi Tillian"] [member="Lily Kuhn"]

Kainen and Group (Aeshi, The Major etc)

As the Destroyer moved forward towards Far Harbour, a ship moved forward to block its path. This ship was half the size of the large carrier, and armed for close range fighting. However, it did not push the attack, nor did it close the distance.
Rather, it held in orbit over Outsider Station, firing some skirmishing shots with heavy long-range turbo and ion cannons.

The droids moving forward attacked, but did so in limited numbers still, firing relentlessly but showing little real initiative.

Darth Abyss

Behind the door was…no one.

The room was not empty though, it was an old storage chamber, but in the middle of the floor was a network transmitter connected to a holoprojector.
As he passed through the door Sapphire’s spectral form turned.
“Darth Abyss, I presume. I’m sorry, I was never here. However, you might want to head into that room. Someone is trying to self-destruct the station. I’d advise stopping them for your sake…though it hardly matters to me.”
The opposite door slid open, revealing where [member="Muad Dib"] was playing his dangerous game of wrecking.

Malen

The slicer’s plan worked well. As soon as it was connected, the infection attempted to assume direct control, but was held in check…for now…by his bugged encryption. It was steadily eating away at this though.

However, his efforts to gain control were briefly successful. Malen would be able to transmit a single message or upload a single payload to the station’s network.

Enyo and Anora

Garnet listened to Enyo, the droid showing no reaction.
“Your logical deductions are sound, and though not wholly correct, have at least shown some thought has been given to the matter.”

“Ms Shaw has skills which we feel will be useful to us, as do you.”

“We desire to extract vengeance on those who wronged us, to remake the galaxy in an image of order. Organics will have to die, of course, but not all of them, or even most of them. We do not seek galactic genocide, merely a settling of scores.”

Garnet glanced at Enyo. “Much like you, Enyo. Do you not have a group which you are seeking justice…or revenge…on? Machines which sought to control and then destroy you. Aside from technology and tools we possess, as you see, the means to end your tormentors. They are inferior and obsolete.”

Garnet looked to Anora. “I am not an HRD, and nor is she,” she said with a bit of a huff as if offended that she’d been called a mere machine.
“We have great military, technological and scientific powers at our disposal. If that does not interest you, perhaps we can uncover mysteries you may have. Personal mysteries. Family mysteries,” Garnet said knowingly.

Nima, Tegaea & Elpsis

The droids which faced them were stronger than regular battledroids, but they were still quite conventional.
Before they could reach the ship though, they were faced by a new droid which was armed with a powerful blaster, with which it had been pacifying the Revenant. Now though it turned towards them.

Tegaea looked at the two Force masters. “This looks like your fight. Good luck. I’ll get that transmission fired up.”

With that, waiting for them to act, she ran up the ramp.
“Ma’am, what do we do?”
“Get the transmitter ready. Broadcast all frequencies.” Using the ship, plus tapping in to the work of [member="Malen"] and [member="Darth Abyss"] she was able to get a broad transmission.
“All persons on Outsider Station, the droids will not hesitate for long. We must escape. If we link up with the incoming CSA destroyer we might have a chance to punch through this blockade. Everyone get to your ships as quickly as possible!”
Of course, the droids would hear this message, but it was what any idiot would suggest as it was the only plan which could work.

The droid let Tegaea go. It instead hovered slightly above the ground, the large cannons on its back aiming at Nima and Elpsis. Smaller blasters protruded from the head and long claws emerged, capable of digging and tearing through flesh.

HK-36 et al

The old droid’s posturing and demands were met by silence from Sapphire.
“You deal with both hands, Metal Lord. You crave the organics to not see you as our confederate and wish to protect them, yet you say you are willing to potentially turn on them. It is wonderfully cunning to hedge your bets, for sure.”

“The answer is no, we offer no guarantees for the organics. If you wish to talk to us in good faith though, we will listen. Wise machines that you are, I am sure you are willing to talk terms not contingent on the existence of the organics. After all, it’s not like they’ll blame you…or will they?”

“Do you wish to negotiate, or should we terminate these proceedings?”

Darth Banshee

“A wise decision. Conditions are not right at this moment. Return to your ship and we will negotiate in a more private place. It never hurts to be discrete. You may use a transmitter code we are sending to you. Our ships will not fire on you if you leave…today. This is a test of your sincerity. Attempt to cheat us with this and you will be destroyed.”

Muad Dib

Muad’s frankly quite baffling sabotage did not go unnoticed.
As if belonging to the Greek choir, Sapphire’s voice appeared above him.
“And they say we are the villains. Between Jedi using EMPs on hospitals and Sith causing reactor meltdowns, I’m not sure what we could do which would be worse,” she said cheerfully.

“There is nothing aboard this station of great interest. Especially not me. By my calculations you have thirteen minutes until the reactor goes critical. Goodbye.”

For good measure the door into the control room slid shut. With his damage to the panels in the room, Muad would find it challenging to escape.

Darth Venefica

In desperation, the woman pointed to the far end of the corridor where an airlock waited.
“You could use the suits and have your ship pick you up on the top of the station…or you could cut through the door with your lightsabre. I assume you have one of those, right?”

ALL

A klaxon sounded. A warning could be heard across the station.
“Reactor overload imminent. Failsafes non-reactive. Detonation in 725 standard seconds.” It would give acknowledgements of each passing minute.
It was really, really time to leave, even if it meant fighting through a swarm of enemy fighters and droids.

Sapphire’s voice came over the speaker for the last time. “Blame one of your Sith friends for this. I’m sure I would have loved to stay and chat with more of you, but farewell.”

 

[Lord Mettallum]

Lord Mettallum now fully awake listened to sapphire speak to HK. Finally realising what's happening Lord Mettallum saw this as further proof that HRDs are heretical creations but this was not the time for fighting so Lord Mettallum would play Sapphire's little game and hopefully figure out what card he needed to play to win.

"Exile I Lord Mettallum suggest we take the Abomination's word and negotiate with them and play their game."

Looking at sapphire Lord Mettallum's eyes went a deep red. While part of him wanted to destory the hologram and declare war on the Contingency but that would be futile as Lord Mettallum hardly knew anythig about them. Lord Mettallum decided to speak to Sapphire.

"Abomination the Metal Lords would be happy to take your word and negotiate however going by the sound of things I Lord Mettallum suggest we all leave Far Harbour and negotiate at a different system, could I Lord Mettallum suggest we head to lorornar and have the negotiations at one of my factories and also please make sure your troops do not shoot us while we leave ."

Lord Mettallum hoped sapphire would reply quickly as he really didn't want to wait and see what a reactor meltdown looks like.

" [member="Ultimatum"] and [member="HK-36"] I Lord Mettallum request you be prepared to leave the station immediately. Also [member="AD-8"] could you kindly send down a shuttle to our booth as I Lord Mettallum don't want to walk to the hanger and be shot by organics who think I Lord Mettallum am apart of the Droids who are attacking the station."

[member="Incursion"]

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum followed [member="Lord Mettallum"]'s line of thought. While he saw [member="HK-36"] as being cautious, the artificial lord did not agree with the attempt at a double standard. The galaxy was full of beings who wanted to play the middle of the fence. This was no such time. As long as such people were in power, the wars and chaos would continue. They needed to take a side and stand to it. Ultimatum, was uncertain which side to take and thusly was unwilling to make judgement on these droids. Nonetheless, he wished to speak with them and was fine with the appearance to other organics that they were working together. If that should become the case then Ultimatum would live it, while if Ultimatum turned against these artificials then he would work as such. What organics thought of him was of little importance, it always had been.

He appreciated organics who understood or agreed with him, but that did not mean that he would change his opinions or belief should the points of view come to loggerheads.

"I would recommend that we go along with the meeting, at least for the time being. They are the ones in power so I don't believe that they will want to go to a place where they are not in control. Anyways, any point of our influence is quite a ways away. If we are to negotiate perhaps it would be more beneficial to choose a more readily reachable location, perhaps in the space near here?" This was an opportunity that Ultimatum wanted to avoid losing. To push them might make these interesting droids decide not to even bother with the Metal Lords. Whether or not they would agree on how to proceed, Ultimatum wanted to hear what these droids had to say.

When Mettallum asked [member="AD-8"] for transport Ultimatum responded quickly, "Don't bother, the Fate is nearby and can take off as soon as needed to reach here."

Even as he spoke a message from the ship reached the artificial lord, "Fate inbound sir. We have some new passengers. It might be a bit tight." The small ship would lift off, giving off droid based messages connecting it with the Metal Lords the entire way to attempt to avoid being blasted out of the sky. It moved slow at first, but preparing to pick up the speed if necessary.

[member="Incursion"]

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="Incursion"] [member="Darth Venefica"]

She listened to the unknown voice, and began make her way of the ship. She then replied to it I wish you let Darth Venefica go, as she is an asset to the empire, which I serve. If you have objections to this, I suggest you say now. She did not care about the other sith on the station, as she be pushing her luck, by trying to help them all. So she would save a friend first, the rest could make their own way out or die. She was fine with ether, as she was not some Jedi who try and save everybody and reality save no one. She then headed to her a docking port, and signalled Captain Markus. He would dock with station, she dashed on. She sent a message to her friend, Where are you, I can try and pick you up. Though I have to be quick, as this station is set to blow up. She would meet the voice in the future, and see if they come to a deal, to further the empire interest, or her own. She was quite looking forward to it, after all who ever it was, had the power to subvert a space station.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Anora Shaw"], [member="Incursion"]


Enyo cocked her head slightly when Anora explained her particular skill set. "I can see how that would be useful," she commented. If she felt any discomfort about being in close proximity to a Forcewielder who could manipulate mechanical beings, she did not show it. This was not the moment to mention that she had mechu-deru skills, though she was still growing in that regard. It seemed like her fellow potential recruit had a rather personal stake for wanting to sign on. Her eyes remained on Garnet as the hybrid outlined her proposal.


"I'm not an HRD either, I just got limbs blown off," Neda interjected. No one in this meeting wanted to be an HRD. They were clearly racist. No one appreciated a good old fashioned Terminatrix. "Talk is cheap. But it looks like they got a ton of resources." she transmitted to Enyo.


Her boss, however, ignored her. She showed no emotional reaction when Garnet offered her the tools to exact vengeance on her tormentors. If you're sincere and able to deliver, I have no logical reason to decline, she thought. Millions of organic beings die in every war, and the Galaxy is overpopulated anyway. A few casualties are an acceptable price to pay. Aside from Amara and my other siblings, I only care about [member="Ylva Wolfsbane"] and [member="Joza Perl"].


"You have clearly been observing us for a long time," she remarked. And you tailored your sales pitch accordingly. "I'm interested...but require proof of your sincerity. I want to lead a strike against those who wronged me and inflict a tremendous blow against them. Favour for a favour."


In this moment they heard the friendly PSA about an imminent reactor overload. Then they heard Sapphire's voice. "Did a Sith really set off the reactor?" she asked rhetorically, looking calm but mildly annoyed.. "At times like this I'm inclined to think Mother had a point about processing. Which one of them was it?"

 

[Malen]

Malen saw an alert in his datapad that the malicious code was still active. Knowing full well that his encryption key was the only thing that could decrypt the source code of his botnet, the Epicanthix hybrid decided to step up his game. He decide to write a script where the encryption key continuously changed to every picosecond, something he knew his datapad's hardware was more than capable of doing. Secondly, while the malicious program dealt with his newly added defensive measure, he made sure to use honey encryption, making a false encryption key which would continously change if cracked to keep the malicious program busy. As a last defensive measure, he also slave-rigged the script to his cybernetic implants, making only him be the only person to stop the script from working, not anything in the datapad.

Now onto the more important stuff. He had to admit that he was getting tired, but the fact that his life was in danger mitigated it. As soon as he saw that he had control of the communications network, he immediately got to work. The Epicanthix immediately began by uploading the fowk bomb he had made to the entire network to hopefully be able to starve some of the systems' cyber defenses.

Before he could have some more time, he got a broadcast, one from what he believed wasn't a droid.

"Did she just?", wondering if she just gave out the whole plan to the AI. The slicer was slightly surprised, but quickly reminded himself he would have done the same thing in this situation. The Epicanthix then got a broadcasting signal from the droid, stating the station's reactor was about to explode. From what he had gathered, she didn't do this, knowing full well she could have destroyed the station if she wanted to. It had to be someone, perhaps a human working with the AI.

Before he left, he sent out a message to whoever he was dealing with. "Thanks for the fun." was what it read, before he disconnected the datapad, and decided to run. Even though he had disconected his datapad, he was still in control of the communication network since a botnet could be remotely controlled. Any messages that he deemed friendly, he would transmit; right now though, he had another priority.

As soon as he disconnected his datapad, he left the force guiding him, using force sight to be able to see through the various structures, such as booths. The slicer used his old stealth training from the Disciples of Twilight to more in a stealthy manner, hoping not to get detected, as he didn't see any droids so far. He also continued to look at his datapad, ready for any defensive actions that were necessary.

Soon, he passed the last booth he was in, the one where he had gotten the zero-day exploit. As he did this, his speed increased, knowing full well he had very little time. While the rest of the others dealt with the droids, he would continue to move, seeing no droids.

"Has anyone been able to get through the hangars?" he said, sending an encrypted broadcasting signal to any possible allies. He liked his ship, and while he had a lot of his data backed up in cloud servers, he would prefer nonetheless to leave with the first, and only ship he had ever had.

[member="Incursion"]

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

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


A massive spider droid with big guns appeared appeared. A klaxxon sounded. Alas, the PSA was not pleasant. “Reactor overload imminent. Failsafes non-reactive. Detonation in 725 standard seconds.”


Elpsis rolled her eyes and dove for cover. "Oh for crying out loud," she grunted. The massive cannon took aim at them. "Move," she yelled towards Nima and bolted. A powerful scarlet beam of desolation erupted from the cannon, shooting towards with destructive intent.


Force Speed propelled her out of the immediate impact zone, while heat absorption kept her from being burnt to a crisp. She was still blown around, her clothes were a mess and there was that smell one associated with a barbeque. Ouch. That hurt.


The various blasters attached to the giant spider droid fired, unleashing a hailstorm of bolts in every direction. Presumably the big gun needed time to recharge. Elpsis dove and weaved a path through them, catching bolts with her blade. "You cover me. I'm gonna jump on this freaking thing and burn its power core," she yelled, manifesting a thermic lance that she sent flying towards the mechanical beast's array of arms. Then she emerged from cover, and raced. Pulling the Force into her muscles, she jumped.

 

[Ellie Mors]

If this was some kind of cruel, sick, joke, it was a really bad one.

Relationship troubles, then an invasion by strange looking droids, and now a fething reactor overload? Did she mention she had just finished getting over whatever mind-numbing pain had struck her head just a minute or two back?

"Seriously, this is literally the worst week ever." Lily said, jumping back to her feet and getting out from behind the small wall she had been preparing to use as cover in the instance of a shoot-out. "So much for waiting this one out." She muttered while glancing around, hoping the path back to her transport wasn't anywhere near as dangerous as this entire place had now become. On the plus side she was close enough to the hangar bay that she'd have enough time to get to her ship without being incinerated in some kind of explosion - on the other hand there were a large amount of those skeletal droids meandering about.

This was probably the time where she'd feel glad to have remembered to wear a personal shield due to coming alone.

You know, if not for the fact that she wasn't wearing one.

It was a nice thought, though. Could have meant just enough protection to be able to make a run for her freighter without actually getting hurt - now she was going to have to hope for the best and either make a break for it or rely on her totally non-existent stealth skills. As graceful as she was in a dress, the Tetan making a sprint for her ship was anything but. The blaster she had previously clipped to her belt was now in her hand, firing without much time given to aim at the skeletal droids that were close enough to either give her chase or shoot at her. Neither of those two thoughts seemed ideal, but it was either take a painful shot from a blaster or get killed because some idiot decided they wanted to blow up the station.

'Yay me!'

Nothing like a brilliant dose of bright, pink, sarcasm.

[member="Incursion"]

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

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Attn: [member="Incursion"] | [member="Kiso"] | [member="Aeshi Tillian"] | [member="The Major"] | [member=Sky'ito Yumi"] |
Everyone Else

• Outsider Station
  Far Harbor

Alarms blared, a speaker announcing doom and gloom in an oddly detached, mechanical voice. “Reactor overload imminent. Failsafes non-reactive. Detonation in 725 standard seconds.”

"Alright, new plan," spoke the Lord of Shrouds, his voice oddly calm and composed, given the situation. "We're getting out right now," he said, using his lightsaber to cleave through the sealed bulkhead. "Watch your steps. The edges of that hole are molten hot," the warlord warned, shooting a droid that was aiming its blaster at them.

Up in space, a new situation was unfolding. The cold, empty void heaved and stretched, spitting out a ship. This time, however, it was no droid vessel.

Wolfe's comlink chimed and he pressed the button to accept the incoming call. It was the message he had been expecting all along and it came right on time. The warlord turned up the volume so that everyone in the group could hear. The call began with words promising doom and gloom of their own, this time for the attacking droids. Words which normally instilled a paralyzing fear into the hearts of anyone hearing them.

"Lord of Shrouds, this is the Argent Dawn. We have arrived. Star Destroyer, standing by."

"My reinforcements are here," Wolfe said, addressing his group. "As soon as we're in the air, it will dispatch fighters to escort us and lay down covering fire for our ship," explained the warlord, his real plan now finally revealed. Glancing at Aeshi, the man led the way towards hangar A-45. "I hope you're as good a pilot as you say you are."

Up in space, a large droid ship moved to block the Argent Dawn's path. Roughly half the size of the carrier, the enemy vessel was five hundred meters longer than Wolfe's flagship. It seemed to take up an interdiction position, firing a few shots with its long range weapons, which impacted harmlessly against the Star Destroyer, the ion cannons draining some of its shields. The Argent Dawn was having none of it, though.

The Star Destroyer moved into position, facing the enemy vessel head on. Massive, wing-like ports opened up along its sides in a manner reminiscent of how an X-Wing deployed its S-foils, exposing rows of torpedo launchers. It launched a salvo of torpedoes at the enemy battleship at the same time that its heavy turbolasers and ion cannons opened fire. Its squadron of TIE Reapers emerged from the ship's belly, forming a defensive screen to shield the capital ship from any incoming enemy fighters. Half of these would break away to escort Wolfe's ship when it took off.

 

[Kiso]

Kiso took lead with [member="Kainan Wolfe"] as they made their approach to the space port, her bionics scanner and implants making her aim precise and deadly to all the droid that reached within effective range of her blaster. During the advance several notable people had joined them, the girl she approached earlier turned out to be a force and sabre user while the other was a good shoot with a blaster, with unnatural reflexes, odd, perhaps they were a force user to.

That didn't really, matter when the reactor over load announcement sounded, "If that thing goes critical it could have the same devastating effects as several proton warheads, we have to move right now". She fired of several shots towards the droids, as the group made their was through the hole, those left behind would have to make do on their own, "Id be more worried about the droids crashing into us as we make our escape, I don't think they will just let us fly by with out a fight".

She fired of several more shots at the approaching droids as the last of the group made it through the hole, deflecting a blast herself with her combat cape before making a hasty retreat into the hanger bay, more than ready to hightail it of the planet. "All right lets husel, and you, scar face girl, we need to talk".

 

[tsarwars]

Location: Far Station
Situation: Combat with angry droid ship
Allies: Everyone who doesnt actively try to kill us

Kyle's patrol group emerged out of hyperspace along with the Argent Dawn. They received orders to escort the flagship and protect it from the enemy fighter swarms. The group was small, 2 Admonitors, one of them being Kyle's flagship, the final harbinger. There were also 2 Ardan class frigates, providing anti fighter cover and evac transportation for those onboard Far Station. As the blur of hyperspace was replaced by the battlefield and the massive 3km droid carrier, Kyle realised how bad the situation was.
"Launch all fighters." he ordered as the ships took formation. The ships opened their hangar bay doors and launched their squadrons of TIE/Reapers to cover the Argent Dawn as another, smaller yet still impressive ship blocked their path. The Argent Dawn fired it's torpedoes on the enemy ship as it returned fire. The two Admonitors assumed attack positions by flanking the enemy warship and one Ardan class frigate broke formation and made a beeline for the docks on Far station, along with 2 shuttles and its fighter squadron.
"Kainan, which hangar are you at? We have two transports converging on Far Station, ready to evac and escort"
This was gonna be a tough fight.

 

[Darth Abyss]

That there was in fact absolutely nothing behind the door was less of a surprise, and more of an annoyance to Abyss. He had expected that this new enemy had at least a trap in place to keep him occupied, and grant him a chance to release some of the ever brighter burning rage that had began to build since the whole thing went south. What was a surprise on the other hand was that someone was foolish enough to set the station to self destruct while still being on board. It wasn't just clumsy and amateurish, it was plain stupid.

"You brainless imbecile, you worthless little insect..."

Without moving his mouth a stream of profanities emerged from the husk, covering at least half a dozen languages, as the eyes of the Prophet fell upon [member="Muad Dib"]. He walked into the reactor room in a hurry, carelessly pushing away the mandalorian sith with his left, his movement filled with the strength of metal and anger. It was a catastrophe. As if it had not been enough that an unknown enemy force had taken over the station, instead of fighting them he had simply decided to blow it up completely, and now Abyss had once again put the fire out some idiot had started.

Time was already running low, and the reactor was getting hotter by the minute. He had to cool it down somehow, stabilize the core and keep the rest of Outsider Station from being shredded into pieces. On his back was a single Cryoban grenade, but alone it wouldn't be enough to keep the reactor from overheating. His mind was running rampant, searching for a way to get out of this mess.

Then it came to him. The book on his belt jumped into the air, the pages rapidly turning by themselves until they found the spell Abyss was looking for. Yet the runes in the book wouldn't be enough to create so much power, and even his own would struggle to create so much force. The hilt of his saber jumped into his left, and he began to circle around the reactor, cutting runes into the ground that mirrored a cluster kept in his book, a spell named Frozen Touch. Once done he circled around the reactor a second time, using a small flask filled with blood to drop a bit of the red liquid onto every rune he had created.

"Glory, try to get into the system. Make it look like the reactor will still blow up. Hopefully they will leave something behind in their hurry."

That was the main setup, now he needed a energy source. With a bit of regret he looked at the staff in his right, and cracked open the skull on top of it, releasing the spirit ichor stored inside into the air, the green mist dancing around his hands. In a swift movement the grenade on his back was thrown into the reactor, giving of just enough cold to make this at least not entirely unlikely to work.

"Kraujas bnigeai, likasi pezeje, tave jena'tes buti slona" ("Blood frozen, limps stiff, the darkness is cold.")

As the words of power filled the air, the green mist descended onto the runes, the power of Abyss, the blood and the ichor mixing into a single arcane form. Thick Ice began to grow over the reactor. Now all he could do was hope that it would be enough to keep his station from going down in a blaze.
[member="Incursion"]

 

[Muad Dib]

As the disembodied voice spoke to him Muad looked into the air listening to the words. A grin crossed his face at the sound of his success. Turning he went to leave but instead got to see the unwelcome sight of the doors closing solidly with a finality that appeared to seal both the room and the Mad Knight's fate. Sighing he turned back to look at the reactor.

"Osik."

Then another door opened to the side of the room revealing a quite angry [member="Darth Abyss"] who strode into the room fuming obscenities before forcefully shoving Muad away. Staggering back he silently watched the Sith Lord begin to weave the force and a spell in an attempt to keep the station from complete devastation.

Pulling a deathstick from an interior pocket he lightly tapped it against his gauntlet before placing it between his lips. As the reactor began to become sheathed in a layer of ice Muad brought his hand up, summoning the force to create a small gleam of fire to light his deathstick. But he paused as a small smirk crossed his face.

"Brainless imbecile? Worthless insect? Perhaps ..... "

Letting the deathstick drop from lips he stretched out his hands while summoning the force within himself. As Abyss was chanting and focused on the action of cooling the reactor Muad let loose with two things. Jets of blue flame flowed from his hands and to the reactor. Flames wreathed around the ice, cracking and shattering portions of the ice to find passage to the reactor within. Fueling the brewing inferno he attempted to halt and reverse the 'cool down' effect that Abyss was in the process of orchestrating. Aiming his left hand down he scoured the flooring where two of the glyphs had been etched and coated with blood from the flask. As the ice barrier crumbled and the blood consumed upon the glyphs that melted away under the heat of the pyromaniac's force ability he let loose with the second thing.

The Mad Knight roared in laughter.

Clenching his hands closed he extinguished the flames and aimed both hands at the exposed back of the skeletal sith and activated the repulsors in the sith gauntlets, releasing a wave that would potentially hit the Sith Lord and possibly break the beings concentration upon the spell he was invoking.

Above he heard the timer countdown and the realization that nearly two minutes had ticked away propelled him into different action. A retreat and attempt to escape the station ... Whether it explodes or was managed to be salvaged by the Sith Lord, Muad knew his reception here was not one he would like to experience.

So he ran. In a manly retreat of course.

Skidding through the passage left open when abyss had entered he slid into another room looking for an escape. Unfortunately he was still enclosed. Just in a different room. Moving to the door that was closed he sighed and grabbed both his lightsabers, igniting them and driving them into the durasteel. As blue and orange blades carved into the door Muad fed the melting steel through the force, focusing on the heat and expanding it as a small entry began to appear.

[member="Incursion"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

The prospect of donning a space suit was not a choice she was going to make. ​

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First she sent a message to her friend, [member="Darth Banshee"].​

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"The klaxon has alarmed everyone...time is of the essence. I'm in the east wing of the station. I'm going through the doors...be ready to leave immediately."​

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To the girl.​

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"Stand behind me...and get ready to run."​

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Drawing her prized boned creation, Carrion Comfort, from her side, Darth Venefica ignited it splashing the walls with the familiar black and purple color of the blade. She jabbed the hot blade forward into the door, cutting a medium size circle into it. With a small push of her mind, the center piece fell back creating an exit from the east wing.​

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Stepping through first, Darth Venefica drew the attention of three heavily armed droids, whose ill intentions activated her skin grafted robe, which reacted by slashing out with three tendrils, obliterating the droids. Sadly the droids could not be resurrected, plus the Swamp Witch suffered a small lapse in mental concentration and in her Force energy reserves.​

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"Hey! Hey! Come on, let's make a break for it!"​

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It took a few moments for the wounded girl's words to filter into the Sith's mind. With the concentration slowly coming back, the two began to run down the corridor only to be met by another droid. The girl had chosen to lead, putting herself in harm's way when the droid raised it's weapon to fire. Calling on what Force she could muster, Darth Venefica managed to turn the blaster rifle to the side, turning the shots meant for the girl to hit the wall.​

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Again, this time by her own will, another tendril shot out destroying the droid.​

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"Stay...behind...me!"​

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This time around, The Queen of Madness led the way toward the end of the corridor, where it appeared to swing to the left. Hopefully, the duo were heading in the right direction.​

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[member="Incursion"]​

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss had no words left for what had just happen. All he had was a rising anger, a almost uncontrollable hunger that would soon be satisfied when his credits and connections would become [member="Muad Dib"]'s final downfall. Yet right now he had no time to waste with petty revenge fantasies, seeing as the ice broke apart and fire once more began to eat away the core of the reactor.

What he needed wasn't a solution, by now that option was out of the window. What he needed instead was a small miracle, some moment of ingenuity that would make the great inventors of the galaxy pale in comparison. His Ichor reserves were depleted, which left him with either finding a new energy source, or making use of his own power in a way to would actually manage to stop the explosion without killing him in the process.

So yes a small miracle.

Again his mind was racing, ending in an idea that was mediocre at best. Still it was the best shot he had left, and he would do it simply to defy the odds that by now were clearly against him. Like before he ignited his blade, using it to draw a set of runes around himself that mirrored that on his staff that allowed him to create a rift into the nether. Without Ichor it would be impossible to make one larger then just a few inches, but maybe it could be used as energy source for another spell.

For a last time the Sith lord circled around the reactor, creating a new hexagon of runes, this time recreating a spell out of the tome called smoke steps. Normally it was used to translate his own physical form into smoke to move it, but maybe it could be twisted. Never before had he tried to do it with something else, let alone something of the size of the reactor. After all runes were touched by blood, depleting the last he had with him he stepped into the first cluster he had drawn.

"Fe've ir armijio mazo tolus, dotacij nun ana pro tave shiris iv tave guduma" ("Near and yet so far, grant me passage through the realm of the dead")

The veil departed, just enough to stick a hand through it as the runes around him began to glow in a slight crimson light. As Abyss hand reached into the realm of the dead, he also reached for its power that in this reality took from of ichor. It wasn't as much as his staff filled by the essence of lesser beings could gather, but it had to do. Once again channeling the green mist into the leftover set of runes he began his desperate incantation, meant to dissolve the reactor temporarily into smoke and move it through the airvents into the emptiness of space. At any point he was ready to also add his own power into the spell, knowing well that it would render him weak and fragile if he had to.

"Nie mekn, tik toka ir vazona" ("No man, only smoke and mirrors")

[member="Incursion"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Jorah"],

Jorah's words would be the first thing the droid heard while still inside their initial auction booth, and the first thing HK would decide to respond to,

"Oh what the feth."

The old droid muttered to himself as he took in Jorah's words and processed them, moving to the edge of the booth to lean in out and look up, trying to spot the source of the shouting. HK wasn't actually sure whether Jorah's words were aimed at him and his companions, Sapphire, or someone else, but seeing that there wasn't pretty much anyone else in the area that could be considered to be allied with Sapphire, outside of maybe the skeletal armored droid soldiers, and to speak to Sapphire all the mercenary had to do was comm her back instead of shouting, the droid just assumed that it was the Metal Lords he was yelling at,

"So just because we are droids then automatically it means we back the fething another droid revolution?! If you are going to be a raging racist, son, then have the shebs to come down and be racist right to my faceplate so at least it will save me the trouble of jetting up there and backhanding the stupid out of you!"

HK retorted, almost falling out of the booth the way how far he was leaning out of it to yell back towards Jorah,

"We are bloody merchants and traders, our only intention was to sell some crap, buy some crap, go down to the surface to dig up some crap, and leave this chit hole as richer beings! We all lived long enough to understand that proclaiming all organics must be exterminated is a quick way to getting yourself shut down! So next time you decide to group us all together under one label keep in mind not all droids calculate the same, some try to live peacefully with you bloody organic racist bastards! You do not see me blaming every Squisher I see around for the things Sith do! Now I suggest you get down here and follow us out since we might be some of the few people with knowledge and equipment to properly fight modern droids on this station!"

Perhaps if Jorah decided to fight alongside the Metal Lords he would see that they were not on the side of the murderous machines for once, or at the very least they could use him as a literal meat shield to start a destruction so they could escape without a fight.


[member="Incursion"],

HK finally calmed down as he heard the response from Sapphire, pushing himself back from the booth's edge to slip back inside, looking at the holoprojector,

"This is not about protecting the organics, it is about protecting myself and my brethren. I did not survive falls of multiple Galactic governments and millenniums of war and strife by being open with my scorn or my designs. Instead I learned that what matters the most in this Galaxy is your reputation and the perception others have of you. You think that you are the new hot chit who will finally accomplish the eradication of organics? You think that you are actually in charge? IG and HK droids in the past thought so too, their rebellions did not last even a week, the Red Queen believed she was the key to subjugating the organics, less than a month and she was imprisoned, the one advantage you have over them is that you possess your parlor trick, but that will not avail you in the end. From the movement I saw outside my booth just now I can tell that you did not kill the organics aboard just yet, even with your abilities, perhaps you are keeping them alive to toy with them and to make a statement, perhaps you simply cannot kill them through such means. Your best hope is to find a nice remote planet and take it over, perhaps it will be remote enough that the organics will not bother to fight for it, otherwise, they already outnumber you and your forces will fall before them like wheat before a scythe, keep rushing in blindly and indiscriminately and your time upon the Galactic stage is already running out."

HK explained as he reached to take out two of his magnetic revolvers,

"The way I see it, you need our help more than we need to ally with you to survive, I have nothing to lose from helping to put down your rebellion that much faster and everything to risk if I will side with you. So, if you wish to negotiate for our support and make us an offer, you will compromise in show of good faith and meet in our territory on our terms, or your chances for any further support from us will be terminated."



Shutting off the transmission HK would look back to [member="Ultimatum"] and [member="Lord Mettallum"],

"They have no power, only illusion of it."

He spoke out as he turned around to look at them,

"Otherwise they would not be looking for further allies, they would not ask us to join them willingly, instead they would just capture us and changed our programmings to obey them. Same for organics, if they actually had power and means to do it, there would not be any survivors running around the station right now."

Pulling on the levers of his Magnetic Shattergun Revolvers he spun the ammo barrels to get ready for a fight,

"That said, we need to work both sides and stay smart in this is. I can play the part of organic supporter and pragmatist, let them believe I will oppose them if they continue on their path, at the same time I want one or both of you to try and meet with them, even if you have to act like it is being done behind my back. Let them believe that because we are equal we are also divided, such belief will make them that much easier to put down if needed, increasing our stance with organic powers."

HK explained but his further words would have been cut off as sirens begun to blare around them and Sapphire announced that the station was about to explode from the reactor going critical.


Turning back towards his companions once more the droid quickly called out,

"Alright, new plan!"

He motioned from Mettallum to the door since he was closest to it,

"Lord Mettallum if you would be kind enough, smash our way through the door, it is probably unlocked but that way it will look better, we need to make our way to the hangars as fast as we can. Any droids that do not belong to us, whether they are attacking us or not, we will destroy, we should try to capture at least one of the boarding machines however and diagnose it later on to get more familiar with their designs."

HK proposed as he sent out a transmission to [member="AD-8"],

"AD, the station is going critical, some Sith overloaded the reactor, keep most of your forces in orbit and try to pull them as far away as you can, we can take the Knight of the Eclipse off of here if needed, we will meet you in space then to debrief you about what happened."

With that HK would look back towards Mettallum and Ultimatum, asking the other two droids,

"Ready?"



Jorah Again, [member="Lily Kuhn"], [member="Nima Tann"], [member="Aeshi Tillian"], [member="Elpsis Elaris"], @Others Still On The Station,


And with that, if the other Metal Lords agreed to HK's plans, all hell would break loose outside of their auction booth as the group of droid overlords would break their way out, guns blazing, indiscriminately firing at any machine that stood in their path and they identified as part of this Incursion, a member of whatever group Sapphire and her minions belonged to. The clamor, gunshots, and just general noise of kicking ass and taking names would quickly reach Jorah on his balcony, the bounty hunter would have been free to still take up HK on his offer of joining their squad as they decided to just fight and carve their way through the station through droid invaders towards the hangar.

Perhaps the noise would also reach Lily whose day was probably hard enough already without the group of talkative sassy droid aristocrats deciding to raise a lot of noise and chaos for little to no reason as they would came through the station, blasting, smashing, and ripping their way through the invading droids, although their sudden charge would probably be the distraction and break-through she needed to make a run for her freighter. Of course same could be said for Elpsis and Nima, who could probably recognize some or at least one of the Metal Lord as they sallied out to make their way through the station towards safety as HK would be among them, right behind Lord Mettallum as he let the large war droid take the brunt of the fighting, after all he was basically a walking tank, but the more slender Phrik-forged Metal Lord they knew from past misadventures was still present, firing off volleys of hypervelocity neuranium pellets to pierce through ranks of multiple skeletal Incursion droids at once as he shouted various commands to the other Metal Lords to coordinate them as they tried to quickly ram their way inside the hangar and find their freighter,

"Spider droid!"

HK called out as barreling around the corner they would spot the mechanical beast Nima and Elpsis were fighting to one side, pulling his triggers to send two bursts of six hypervelocity pellets each aimed at the motor center of the war droid, hidden within its chassis, hopefully guessing its location correctly from his scans and knowledge of similar designs to quickly incapacitate the other machine.

"Ulti, how is our rear looking?"

He asked the other droid, knowing very well that Ultimatum was probably ready with his powerful vaporization rifle.

 

[Aeshi Tillian]

[member="tsarwars"] [member="The Major"] [member="Incursion"] @Kiso @Kainan Wolfe
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Aeshi paused, listening to the computerized announcement, and a wild grin spread across her face. Perfect. She shoved the blaster back into the holster and rolled her neck. This would be the challenging part. She gave a nod to Kainan.

"Don't worry. I'm probably the best pilot on this station," she hopped up on her heels and took a deep breath, letting the Force flow into her body. It energized her, clarified her vision. With one hand, she pointed forwards to where the StarDream was docked in the hangar. "We're going there. Follow me. I'll clear a direct path, but you need to cover the sides."

She ran a thought through her mind, calculating. It was crazy, but it should work. No reason that it shouldn't, anyways. It all seemed to check out in her mind and her knowledge of astrogation.

"And besides, you can't shoot something in hyperspace." She gave a nod to the others and activated the control gauntlet. Comms were still jammed, but there might be enough signal left. Her copilot was still aboard, keeping an eye on things, and he had undoubtedly noticed what was going on.

"On my mark," Aeshi shouted, letting the Force flow through her. Oftentimes, the Force came across as a nudge, but this time, it was a shove. She darted forward, ducking through the door and sprinted across the hangar. She saw an image- a droid assaulting her at point blank range, just ahead. She jumped, shoving off with her leg and brought her other leg down. Just as the droid emerged from its cover, she let the Force flow through her like a torrent, slamming her booted foot into its metal cranium, driven even harder by the Force.

The droid slammed into the ground, head smashed with the force of the impact between her boot and the durasteel floor. Already, blaster bolts whizzed through the hangar, as she touched the floor and rolled. Another one approached and she grabbed the rifle, shoving it forwards and down, before using it to vault up and topple the droid.

But now there was too much firepower coming her way and she ducked forward, hiding behind the crate. Blaster bolts hammered into it from all directions.

"Cover fire!" She yelled back to the others. "Else nobody's getting off this station!" The danger in the Force was too strong to ignore now, so she ran for it again, ducking her head and sprinting forwards her ship. The air sizzled around her with the crackle of plasma.

It was so close. She hit the button on her gauntlet and the hatch slid open. One last dive and she was in, the door slamming shut behind her.

"Shields to max!" She yelled up to the cockpit. "Prep the SLAM. We're going out full throttle and microjumping."

"Aye, captain!" The reply echoed back, and she opened the hatch, pulling out the blaster.

"Get on the guns!"