FO Dominion of Terminus | Disorder Has Its Consequences

[Cynthia Alucard]

Colonel (Wing Commander) Cynthia "Cyn" Alucard
Designation: Pixie Leader

Three bodies now slumped against a hallway, each possessed a smoldering hole to indicate to the Coroner how these three low lives died. Though by who? Cyn simply growled to herself as she tossed her helmet away, now completely useless with a crack across the top of the helmet and broken seals all across the tubing and air intake valves. Cyn's hands patted her flight suit and with slight disgust she tore off more of the useless equipment and while the idea of completely her suit was entertained, she wanted some light protection for any bruises or scratches yet to come.

Cyn slid into the lift, she figured that the lower floors wouldn't hold that many poor ill souls that shared a nature as of the three she had earlier dispatched. The blaster pistol now holstered back to her hip, she wondered where the safest place for her were on this planet. While the Star-ports would offer her a plethora of options to contact First Order command, simply getting to one would be the dangerous part of any of her options.

The lift continued to ring as each it passed, lower and lower it carried Cyn to the ground level though slight worry struck her for a moment. Exactly what building did I land on? The doors opened the muffled low beats soon filled the air to a rhythmic pattern, everything was dimmed and lights flashed sporadically. Cyn flinched and reached for her blaster but stopped as she realized this was simply a party, a loud one at that, but just a party of some sort.

Fully taking advantage she pushed herself through the jumping and dancing crowd, both thankful for her small frame while also cursing it as she was slammed against a larger body that simply knocked her back a few feet. Frustrated, Cyn barely managed to reach the exit without shooting anyone, if not just barely, and now she needed to survive making the journey to the Star Port. Limited ammunition, rations and worst of all. . . time as well.

A small blade was produced out from her boot, and Cyn started to cut apart the top half of her flight suit and quickly threw the ruined part into a nearby dumpster. Now with her unmarked black undershirt, she wouldn't appear obviously Imperial Pilot but she needed to move quickly.

 

[Dominic Craig]

Post VIII
Objective: Exfil | FT. [member="Luther Ando"]

Brutally shoving a pensioner aside, Dominic accessed the nearby terminal. It was public, but he knew the appropiate codes which would at least alert the FOSB and Forselle Drive to his current position. And as such, he keyed in the code, "Hey," He called into the reciever, "This is Frederick," He used his official cover as a civilian on this system. "I need a pick up, ASAP." he called out, before leaning against the transmission booth door. Dominic had at least done his part.

The FOSB officer leaned against the door, and bummed a cigarette against the door, lighting it up with the assistance of a random, before relaxing. Letting the grotesque toxins fill his lungs, and his body chill. Every muscle relaxing now after the stress of his operation. The agent took long, deep drags off the cigarette, blowing out smoky clouds of noxious pollutants. The ex-stormtrooper sat down, and collapsed, and sat in the corner, keeping a weather eye out for the incoming FOSB officer or at least First Order military official who would bail him out from this situation. However, he held a sense of grimace, as he watched the perimeter.

 

[Luther Lewis]

Objective: Extract: Dominic Craig
Location: First Order Warehouse – Radio & Dispatch
Allies: [member="Val Kordova"] | [member="Isobel Nakano"] | [member="Dominic Craig"]

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“We’ve got contact, sir” the voice of the radio operative was loud in his ear, far too loud for the quiet of the warehouse. Luther put down the report his was reading and looked wearily at the man. Chastised and blushing slightly, the man continued in a much quieter tone. “We’ve picked up someone using one of the codes with a terminal in the city. Message reads as follows” The man squints at a notepad on his desk. “This is Frederick. I need a pick-up ASAP”. Luther nodded and rose from his desk. “Thank you, continue”. The man nodded in return, clearly pleased to be able to return to his work.

He strolled over to the armory, to where the extraction teams were preparing. They were grouped together, geared up and talking casually. “Alright I need…” the words died on his lips as he glanced at each of the agents. “Who are you? Where is my team?” One of the members, a pretty girl with black hair and ebony skin stepped forward.

“They were reassigned at the last moment. Station Chief Higgins requested it personally” She had a frustratingly smug smile. “Officer Mendez gave it the all clear, I believe”. Luther groaned inwardly. Bloody Mendez. “And you are?” Luther said curtly. The woman’s eyes widened, as if she was suddenly remembering where she was. “Agent Sadie Baxter, sir!” She gave a snappy salute, but her posture implied she was rarely at attention. “At ease” Luther replied. “Are you familiar with Dominic Craig, Agent?” The woman didn’t hesitate. “Yes sir” she replied. “I worked with him once, I helped with decrypting ciphers. Not that I was privy to-"

“Yes, that’s enough” Luther interrupted. “I don’t need your life story. I’ve got three troopers heading out to pick up a codename ‘Frederick’. I need someone to go with them and ID Craig. Take-off is in sixty seconds, so you better get a move on”. Luther walked away, leaving the agent staring, agape.

* * * * *​

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They’d gotten Dominic’s location from the codes, so it was as simple as landing at a nearby public pad and walking a block to the agent. Sadie stepped off, still scowling from her run in with Luther. The fresh air was doing wonders however, especially after the confines of their deathtrap they called a transport. She and the other three troopers were dressed little different from the rest of locals, and they weren’t harassed. Nevertheless, they moved hurriedly towards Craig’s location.

Her group rounded the corner and finally spied the man. He was sitting in the corner of the terminal booth, clad in only his underwear and a singlet. Seeing the man’s state of clothing, Sadie couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter. She approached, trying to erase the smile of her face, and failing. “Hey there Freddy, you’ve looked better”. She held back another fit of giggles. How on earth did the man manage to lose his clothes? “I’ve got a ride around the back, let’s get you home”.

 

[Progflaw99]

Objective: Deliver Package, Create a Diversion, Start a Gang War, Get out alive - together.
Allies: [member="Isobel Nakano"]

She hadn't even felt it. Confusion threatened to cloud her mind as she struggled to remember, to identify when she might have taken a hit - blankly she stared at the hole in the fabric and the partially shrouded scar below. She still couldn't feel it. *Remember to breathe.* Val forced herself from the mental fog that was setting in, biting the inside of her cheek. The pain brought clarity, and with clarity she could take action. As she surveyed her surroundings, she saw that Lotus had already moved a trash can between the door and a column. The rattle at the door interrupted any further analysis of the situation she might have done. "I'm good." She said, making eye contact with her companion. "Just a scratch." She said with a quick wink. Lotus was quick, it was likely she'd seen the metallic sheen of the materials beneath the synthflesh of her forearm.

Tucking her holdout blaster into place, she leveled the EE-4 at the door and began backing up towards the stall Lotus had indicated. "You go first, I've got you covered." The rattle had turned into a heavy slam, the empty garbage receptacle crunching with each assault on the door. *A Gamorrean? Did one of the Besalisks get back up?* Whatever it was, it was big - and angry. She could hear the grunts of effort with each shoulder. With luck, the blaster would serve its purpose. Not willing to lose sight of the door she could only shout over her shoulder. "What's the hold up? Is it clear?"

 

[Progflaw99]

Objective: Recon, BOGEYS!
Allies: [member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Siegmund Greyhelm"]

Ryker felt like he was in flight school again. Flight instructors breathing down his neck, getting in his face when he didn't flip the switches in the right order, when he froze up in the simulator - but this was different. *Get a grip.* The voice of his flight leader was calm and collected over the comm despite the chirping alarms the Lieutenant could hear in the background. It had a calming effect on the rookie. :: Breathing. Right Sir. Devil Six copy. :: A deep intake of the filtered air from the vessel's environmental system brought his trembles to a stop, eyes now focused on the readouts in his HUD. *Trust your sensors. Trust your hardware.*

The human mind was susceptible to deception, to adrenaline, to hormones - the durasteel and electronics were not. "Three, get me a firing solution on those ships." They still outnumbered the unknown fighters 3-2, Their flight leader would obviously be taking the lead ship, it would be up to Devil Six and Devil Seven to take care of the other one and keep it off his back. With a few beeps and whirs, 'Three' confirmed Ryker's concern regarding the targeting solution. :: Devil 7, Bandit 2 is on your azimuth. Dropping back to support. She's yours mate. :: *He's got the better shot.* he reminded himself, despite his disappointment.

With a gentle pull on the controls Ryker adjusted his speed, taking up wing on Devil 7. If all went according to plan, Devil 7 would have the first kill of the two rookies and their flight leader would have eliminated the other. He was in the zone now - he needed to be ready to break at any second.

 

[Isobel Nakano]

Isobel didn't need to be told twice.

She shouldered the stall door open and clambered over the toilet to the window, yanking it open as far as it would go -- about a quarter of the way. Luckily, there didn't appear to be any bars blocking their egress, but there was no way the women -- trim and fit as they were -- to slide out in the five inches allowed by the window. "There's a fire escape," Isobel called over her shoulder as the stall shuddered and rattled around her. "Stay back a minute," she called and deployed a heavy kick to the side of the window frame. However unlikely her high heels were as a survival tool, they did the trick. The window frame buckled and peeled away from the casing a little as the window splintered. Luckily it didn't shatter; it was all they needed to pick across broken glass, and for whatever reason Isobel doubted that this was safety glass.

Another kick dislodged the frame from the casing, and the glass exploded into shards, peppering the fire escape landing a few feet below. "Bit of a drop," she informed Mockingbird. Hell, if the woman could take a slug or a bolt to the arm -- even a prosthetic one -- and not slow down, a six-foot drop would be nothing. Isobel crouched and awkwardly climbed onto the windowsill, then turned and tried to carefully lower herself to the fire escape below. The door on the next landing down was straining against a rusted chain that held it closed. That has got to be a code violation, she thought, but at the moment she had more important things to worry about. She pushed back and gave a strangled cry as her dress caught on the ragged edge of the window frame. She lost her balance and tumbled the few feet back to the rusty fire escape, ignoring the sensation of half a dozen shards of glass slicing through her dress and into her skin. There wasn't time.

The fire escape groaned in protest, trembled as the bolts fastening it to the building squealed.

"Stang," Isobel cursed. "Time to go! It's now or never!" she called back up to the window, leaning over the railing to look down. The fire escape seemed to end at the third floor -- another code violation, she suspected -- but was that low enough to get them down to street level safely? Would their chances be better if they headed for the roof? The buildings were close enough that they might be able to jump.

Maybe. If the whole damned thing didn't tear away from the building at any moment.

[member="Val Kordova"]

 

[Samka Derith]

Objective: Initiate gang war, build power base​

Post 2​

"Well I believe that just about settles everyfing!" Gaduco's representative was saying.

Bendak's Rodian nodded softly in response.

"I will take my leave then, adios!" With a mocking bow, the man and his entourage made to leave.

A solid thud came from bellow. Untangling herself slightly from the Wookiee's fur, Samka glanced downwards to see another young woman stumbling by Tarfad's feet. She babbled something but for Samka she was much more interested in the aura she felt from the girl. It was weak but undeniable that the Force was there. Was she trained? Perhaps. It didn't feel latent however it certainly didn't seem developed either. She shouldn't be a threat.

Quite the opposite in fact.

Tarfad and the Gamorrean by her side had moved to intimidate the girl, snarling and brandishing weapons. This made it all the easier to move an unseen hand into her pocket and press the trigger.

KABOOM​

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An explosion rocked the area. It wasn't a devastating blast, it hadn't been designed to be. But it was convincing enough to look like it had been designed to be.

The spice shipment had exploded and with that multiple casualties from Gaduco's gang. To Gaduco it would seem a premature explosion that was truly an assassination attempt on him. How clumsy of Bendak...

"You son of a...!" Gaduco's gang poured back in, led by the man who had been speaking earlier. A single shot from his pistol fried the brain of Bendak's Rodian. Blaster fire broke out with neither side showing regard for civilians nearby. They struck loose wires which sparked dramatically.

The young girl on the Wookiee's back had done her job, now she simply had to look terrified and count on the Wookiee's protection. She clung on tightly as the alien took cover behind a speeder.


[member="Kassandra Llewelyn"]

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Pierce threw his fighter into a spinning juke, peeling away from the vector of the enemy attack craft. :: Stay on the second :: he ordered his teammates. :: I'll take the leader. ::

He grimaced as the ship went through its paces, then pulled out of the spin and looped around to be behind him. He fired his laser cannons, disabling one of the engines of the leader's ship, and raced past to get an idea of the damage on the side. With his eyes glancing out the viewport, he didn't see the warning BB-10R2 put on his screen until the droid's squeals drew his attention. "What the -- ?"

:: EXCLAMATION: ENEMY SIGNATURES APPROACHING FROM 0 11 6! ::

:: Devil 6, Devil 7, wrap up your target, we're about to get more company! :: Pierce ordered, bringing his ship around again. A frontal assault on a damaged ship wasn't the most dangerous thing in the world, but it wasn't the safest either. He managed to quickly dispatch the leader. "Bartoo, get me signatures on the new bogeys, stat!

:: DECLARATIVE STATEMENT: BB-10R2 IS WORKING ON THIS; PLEASE RECALL HUMAN EXPRESSION, CAPTAIN FORTAN 3: PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE ::

"Not just this second it's not," Pierce retorted. :: Mothership, be advised additional enemy signatures inbound. Looks like... two, three full squadrons? :: Fuck! :: Recommend additional fleet resources. Devil 6, Devil 7, look alive. ::

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Theodore Glass appeared in the doorway of Natasi's office and knocked on the door jamb. "Pardon the interruption, ma'am, have you got a moment?"

Natasi looked up from her computer and pulled her glasses off. "Of course. Come in, I'll be with you in a moment." She finished making a few notes in the margin of the document she had been reviewing and signed her name to the bottom before going to the door. "Have a seat. There's fresh coffee," she added, pointing to the sidebar before going into the outer office to hand the draft to her secretary. "Would you please see that Minister Calgar gets these within the hour? Send it by courier. Thank you." She returned to the office and shut the door behind her, engaging the security locks. "What's the matter?" she asked Glass, for she knew his face by now.

"Ma'am, it appears that a series of intelligence-gathering missions to the Terminus system has gone bad, and somehow there has been an escalation of tensions between the criminal underworld groups there. I don't have a lot of details, but it seems like the planet is in the early stages of what is colloquially referred to as a 'gang war'." Natasi had to smirk at this classification; it was not unusual for people who were accustomed to the law and order of First Order space to show some discomfort when using terms related to crime. She poured herself a cup of coffee, nodding for him to go on. "There are concerns in the Ministry of Security and also from Finance that disruptions to processing facilities on Terminus may lead to economic distress for our people along the trade routes that pass through it."

"How unfortunate," said Natasi dryly as she returned to her desk and sat down. "Unfortunate that, due to its location, the proper and peaceful running of Terminus is crucial to our economic well-being. Send an auxiliary support fleet and get me the next five minutes the Supreme Leader has available. He'll want to be made aware."

Glass nodded and walked towards the door, hesitating with his hand on the handle. "Ma'am?"

"Mm?" Natasi asked, sipping her coffee.

"Forgive my saying so, ma'am, but you don't seem terribly surprised by this news."

"Don't I?" asked Natasi, not looking up from her computer screen. She slid her glasses back on. "Well, you know how these types can be. One must be prepared for every eventuality. Oh -- and Glass? Alert Fleet Command and have them put the Wrath and Battlegroup Nebula on standby."

[member="Sieger Ren"] | [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] | [member="Robogeber"]​

 

[Progflaw99]

Objective: Deliver Package, Create a Diversion, Start a Gang War, Get out alive - together.
Allies: [member="Isobel Nakano"]

The crashing at the door overwhelmed her attention, the burly arm and tusk of a Gamorrean just visible beyond. *Kriffing hells.* The garbage receptacle had squished just enough by the force behind the door that the beast was able to slide an arm around the crack. *He'll regret that.* she thought as she squeezed the trigger. A rapid spatter of blaster fire erupted from the leveled barrel of the weapon in her hands. She barely felt the recoil. The Gamorrean wasn't so lucky. Two of the five bolts found their target, searing through flesh and bone. A roar of pain from the other side indicated she'd earned a brief respite - long enough for the echoes of the blaster fire to quiet and Val to hear the violent crash from the stall where she'd last known Lotus to be. *Bit of a drop. Lovely.* Val mused as the crashing at the door returned. That poor trash can wasn't going to hold much longer.

Everything next happened quickly, from the screeching of metal on metal to the faint exclamation from outside the window. In a final groaning creak, the trash can gave way and the door blew open, a body tumbling inward at the unexpected give. Again Val depressed the trigger, another flurry of blasts actually knocking the second figure to come through the door backwards into the arms of his friends. Using the sudden distraction, she bolted. Arm extended, firing blindly the entire way she quickly put one foot on the seat of the toilet before contorting her body into as small of a space as she could manage, flying out from the window and barely managing to catch herself on the rusted rail.

"They're right behind me - we've got to get out onto the street!" she said forcefully, unleashing another staccato blast through the window she'd just jumped through. Even as she fired Val could feel the metal beneath her feet shift, shake even. *Uh oh.* If she didn't jump soon, the whole thing was liable to rip free of the wall. "Lookout!" she shouted, slinging the blaster over her shoulder before leaping from the rail. Like something out of those 'Urban Explorer' or 'Hardcore Parkour' holovids, she used the opposite wall to break her fall, jumping off of it and landing flatly on her feet. Above, she could see the fire escape still wobbling. If any of those chasing her were to put their weight on it, she had no doubt it would fall. "Quick - that way!" Mockingbird pointed towards the other side of the alley, the one not wrapped with chain.

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

Weapons free.

That's all he needed to hear to get to work in taking down the confirmed hostiles. He nor his gunner could draw a bead on the enemy craft, but that would change shortly once the hostiles dipped into the weapons range of his targeting computer. :: Negative on the damage, Devil Five. :: Siegmund transmitted over the frequency, jerking the controls of his TIE to the left to compensate for the flight path of his mark. The turret fitted beneath his ship spun around and fired a burst of cannon bolts at the target, garnering a hit on what was presumed to be one of the rear stabilizers of the junker.

:: Copy Devil Six, engaging hostile. Devil Seven is committed. ::

He veered slightly, his radar acknowledging that Devil Six was trailing him in formation. "Alright, nothing too fancy. I'll go for the bump-up and you ruin his day." Greyhelm called back to his gunner, receiving a 'Solid copy'. The lieutenant pulled back on the flight stick, the fighter climbing upwards in response, allowing his gunner an undisputed line of sight with their target. Another burst of cannon fire, followed by a dim explosion, lit up the sky beneath Devil Seven.

:: Hostile down ::

His radar blew up about five seconds after the two hostile fighters went down, Greyhelm taking a deep breath as he realized that a good few squadrons were coming to say hi to the interlopers. "Get the launcher up and running, we could probably use it right about now." He ordered, flipping a few switches to transfer power to the engines. If he couldn't absorb all the fire that was going to be directed at them shortly, then he'll evade as much as he could.

 

[Progflaw99]

Objective: Obtain Power Converters, Investigate Missing Jedi Contact
Location: Open Air Market, Terminus
Nearby: [member="Samka Derith"]

*Oh crap, what have I done now...* Kassandra wondered as the two groups seemed to turn their sole attention to her and Chaz - at least, she thought. As she looked back over her shoulder, Chaz was nowhere to be seen. *I swear...* Her thought was interrupted by a strange feeling, one of wander and listlessness. A sensation she'd never felt before. A warning? Her hazel eyes were drawn to the Wookie again, but not to the Wookie. There, nestled upon the creature's back was a girl. It struck her as odd that she couldn't tell how old she was. For a moment she appeared but a girl, the next much older - a woman. Was it a trick of her eyes? It almost looked like she was smiling... and then everything exploded. Literally.

The ground shook, the sky rained fire, it was the end of... well okay. It wasn't the end of time, but this was the first time Kassandra had been near anything of the like. She felt her stomach flop, eyes frantically searching for anything at all to hide behind. In the confusion, she found herself once more on her belly, laser blasts flying overhead. *I'm sooooo dead.* she thought, scampering to her feet. In a hurried rush, she dove behind the first cover that came to view - the hulk of a landspeeder. Without looking she dove - and found herself just about in the same position she'd been in only moments before.

Face to face with the hulking Wookie and his passenger, she took a sharp intake of breath. "What the kark?!" Did either of these two have any idea what just happened? So complete was the confusion that it could have been almost anything. At least, from Kass's point of view. Smiling nervously, she really really hoped the Wookie wasn't inclined to rip her arms off. She'd heard a story once about that from at least half a dozen people... She'd always wondered if they could do that but never thought she'd quite find out like this.

 

[Isobel Nakano]

Isobel gaped as Mockingbird hurled herself from the fire escape, bracing herself on the wall of the opposite building to break her fall. Easy for her to say; she was wearing trousers! Isobel took a slightly saner route; she hurried down the stairs as quickly as her legs would take her, and as the men piled onto it two flights up and the fire escape began tearing away from the building, she leapt into an overstuffed dumpster, allowing the garbage to more or less break her fall. The stench -- by the ancestors! She quickly scrambled over edge of the dumpster and fell into the alley, then picked herself up and hobbled towards Mockingbird, picking up the pace as she stretched her muscles once more.

They darted out of the alleyway and onto the street, but the streets were already filling with rival mobs fighting. "Look," said Isobel, pointing at an idling speederbike. The back was festooned in a red and blue sign that cheerfully announced: Hot Pizza - Delivery in 30 Minutes or It's Free! Isobel threw her leg over the saddle and revved the engine; the repulsors whined. The delivery boy, who was balancing a pizza in one hand as he examined the nameplates on an apartment buzzer in the other, turned and saw what was happening.

"Hey! That's mine!" he shouted. "Get off!"

Isobel flashed an apologetic smile. "You've got insurance, right?" She tossed her handbag at his feet, stuffed as it was with currency. That would have to be sufficient recompense. "Now, MB!" she cried.

[member="Val Kordova"]

 

[Progflaw99]

Objective: Recon, BOGEYS!
Allies: [member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Siegmund Greyhelm"]

Ryker watched with anticipation as they closed the distance. Once in firing range he kept tight to his wingman's tail, at least, nearby. As the game ending strike hit the enemy fighter the Lieutenant pulled up on his controls in an effort to avoid the debris. Even still, his hud flashed as particulates shimmered, evaporating on the TIE's shielding system. "I know, I know 'Three'" he responded as the alarmed droid squawked.

Adding to the alarms, more bogeys began popping up on the Lieutenant's radar. :: More bogeys inbound. We're in for a rough ride. Counting at least two full flights. Similar signatures to the first two. :: His voice was calmer now, focused on the task at hand rather than what was to come, how he would handle it, or any other number of distracting thoughts. They would need their focus if Captain Fortan didn't sound the retreat. With a rapid flip of switches, Ryker made sure his data was streaming back to the home vessel, the Gozanti-class Cruiser they'd arrived on. "Time to make a name for ourselves 'Three'."

 

[Natasi Fortan]

The first lead ship exploded under a hail of Pierce's fire, but his euphoric reaction was short-lived because at least six more fighters in two squadrons were heading their way. :: Eyes up, boys. Check scanners. I'll go after the ones designated blue, you Devils take the red ones :: Pierce called, indicating the ships on the shared telemetry channel. He brought his ship in a tight spiral, narrowly dodging laser fire. "Too close," he muttered. "Bartoo, autolasers!"

:: AFFIRMATIVE ::

Pierce gritted his teeth and threw his ship into a less-controlled roll, which achieved its intended goal of preventing him from being shot down. :: I can't shake 'em! :: he gasped into his operations communicator channel. These attackers were more skilled than their predecessors, and their ships were slightly better equipped because they seemed to be more nimble than their counterparts. :: Watch those cannons! :: His ship whirled, juking irrationally hither and thither, and eventually, after a tense fifty seconds of playing into their hands, he finally zigged when they zagged, freeing him up to look around behind and unload with everything he had. One of the ships disintegrated under sustained fire, and debris clipped the second, sending it spiraling out of control -- for how long, Pierce couldn't know, but it freed him up to take on the leader.

He looked around to the radar to check on his squadmates, but unless they called for help there was no time to check in. He was busy tracking his prey. He switched to ion cannons and fired at the lead ship, but it wasn't quite enough to disable him. Pierce hoped that they could avoid destroying one of the ships, at least, so they could salvage the IFF in case they needed to infiltrate the shadowport.

 

[Progflaw99]

Objective: Deliver Package, Create a Diversion, Start a Gang War, Get out alive - together. Exfil
Allies: [member="Isobel Nakano"]

They both darted down the alleyway, Val not even looking over her shoulder as they darted out into the street. Miraculously there were no shots coming from behind, no doubt a result of the violent crash and groan of the metal fire escape as it fell and wedge itself between the two buildings. They were almost free - and then the melee in the streets came into view. Val hadn't expected the pandemonium to spread this far, this fast. The peace between the gangs on Terminus really must have been on its last legs. As Mockingbird searched for a means of escape, she heard the shout of the deliveryman. Casting her eyes to where his gaze was leveled, she grinned. Lotus had transportation covered it seemed. Val knew she'd liked the woman.

As her fellow agent tossed her handbag, Val jumped into action. A few swift strides and a nimble hop put her on the saddle just behind Lotus. In an instant, her arm was wrapped around the agent's trunk, one hand fumbling for the blaster carbine should they be pursued. *It would be just our luck.* Val thought snidely. Though to be fair, they'd made off like bandits, escaping what had at first seemed like certain doom. "Punch it!" she shouted, tightening her legs around the narrow seat. She wasn't falling off. It was decided.

 

[Isobel Nakano]

Isobel gave a casual salute to the pizza boy and then seized both handles of the speeder bike. It shot off like a bat from hell, because Isobel had overthrottled. She narrowly avoided ramming another speeder parked on the street, and righted her course so that they were speeding along the middle of the street which seemed, aside from speeders parked at the curbs, blissfully light on traffic. "Hold on," she shouted into the wind, revving the engine and giving it a little more speed as they raced along the street.

"Have you got rendezvous coordinates?" she shouted. The speeder raced along the boulevard, and Isobel chanced a quick glance over her shoulder, but when she looked back, they were staring into the grill of a lorry, the driver of which blared the horn and slammed the brakes. "Hell," Isobel spat. She yanked the emergency brake and swerved, causing the speeder bike to drift, jumping the curb between two newspaper dispensers, and into a broad park which had seen better days. Playground equipment in various stages of disrepair scattered the grounds, but there were no children. She didn't see anyone, as a matter of fact, though in the distance she could hear sirens, screaming, and gunfire.

We really did a number on this place, she thought with a pang of regret. Isobel slowed the speeder and came to a stop under a dead tree and turned off the ignition. "Where do we go from here?"

[member="Val Kordova"]

 

[Robogeber]

Location: FIV Wrath, Anoth Sector
Post: VIII
Tag: [member="Natasi Fortan"]

Grand Admiral Rausgeber looked at the intruder with a quizzical glance. "I will have to talk to you soon." The droid mused, looking up at the petite figure of Maxamillian Erwin Rausgeber, "Do me proud son." The droid added, before the child's holographic silhouette flickered out of existence. A vile glare met with the newcomer, an officer of junior rank. "I thought I ordered that I not be disturbed." Rausgeber coolly growled, his menace carrying in his voice. "So why have you disobeyed me?" He inquired.

The younger officer clenched his jaw, and stood stoically, "Grand Admiral, we have a situation sir." The ensign began, his voice shaky, his head now bowed against his chest, and his cap, in his hands, being fiddled with. "We have recieved a transmission sir. Code clearance Avalonian Gold." Carlyle's curiosity was piqued. He knew what that meant. Fortan, or at the very least her staff. "The Grand Moff has ordered Battlegroup Wrath and Nebula be put on alert, and prepare for immediate departure to Terminus sir."

Intriguing. Battlegroup Wrath was the nominal name for any group which held the super star destroyer. That, was currently Carlyle Rausgeber and the Sixth Fleet. The droid raised himself from his desk, and nodded his head, "Well then Ensign, return to the bridge, and prepare coordinates, and rally the fleet for imminent departure." The Imperator commanded, "We will not deny the Grand Moff."

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

"Strax! What did you load into the launcher?"

"Disruptor."

A smile played on the lips of Greyhelm as he heard his gunner's reply, knowing full well what a disruptor torpedo was capable of when it came to dogfighting and capital assaults. :: Devils be advised, code bittersweet. Prepping disruptor torpedo. :: Greyhelm broadcasted over their comms frequency, banking to the left to avoid being hit by enemy laser cannon fire. He thumbed the buttons on his flight stick, peppering a ship that dared to zip through his line of sight as he was turning, the vessel imploding when its hull was pierced.

:: Devil Seven! Gundark Three! ::

The torpedo fizzled into existence as it was launched from its firing tube and rocketed after its target, the poor craft unable to react in time as it was impacted with the full force of the torpedo. But wait, there's more; the vessel exploded in a fiery inferno, but a wave of ionic energy shot out from it and fried the poor fellows that happened to be flying with it. Greyhelm's eyes widened as he realized that he had underestimated the range of the torpedo, it was meant for freighters after all. :: Off right! Off rig- thisshig rrrerrk :: Devil Seven went silent over the comms when the fighter was hit by the ion field, Greyhelm's instruments short-circuiting.

"Chit!"

 

[Progflaw99]

Objective: Deliver Package, Create a Diversion, Start a Gang War, Get out alive - together. Exfil. Don't. Fall. Off.
Allies: [member="Isobel Nakano"] | [member="Luther Ando"]

"Ohhhh Kriff!" Val exclaimed as the speeder bike jumped forward. Had it not been for her intentional thought towards not falling off, it was likely she would have. The blaster she had been holding, she let hang loosely as she held on to Lotus for dear life. Her mind set to work, trying to recall the briefing as the outside did everything it could to distract her. *Exfil. Rendezvous. Yes, she had that information.* "Yeah, I should be able to pull them u.. Fffff." She cursed under her breath as the speeder took a sharp turn, the lights of a lorry nearly blinding her. Whether it was due to fate, destiny, luck, or the skill of Agent Lotus, the speeder finally came to a halt. Taking a moment to compose herself, she brought her prosthetic arm between the other woman's back and herself, feeling for the button she knew to be there.

A sharp crackle of electricity sent a jolt through her finger, a shout of surprise barely muffled. *Kark that hurt.* Clenching her jaw, she pressed her thumb into her forearm once more, this time a piece of flesh peeling away as a metal device rose to the surface. In the matter of a second, a small holo-display illuminated her drawn features. It took her a moment to identify where in relation to Exfil Site Aurek was but once she did, she was swift to cue in Lotus. "Here, just outside the warehouse district. Right now, we're here." She pointed with her finger to a highlighted zone labeled 'Red Light District'. They were only a few blocks away from their destination. "I think it's best if we go on foot from here. Wouldn't do to get caught now."