Ghost Planet [Mando Dominion of Generis]

[Jorga the Hutt]

@R4N-GR
@[member="Mia Monroe"]

As the Bard stood waiting at the hatch of the YV-330, he came to the uncomfortable realization that Mia and the droid were somewhat more focused on each other and on money than on the immediate opportunities of the situation. With a shrug, he ducked back inside and made for the freighter's controls. Maybe they'd get inside and maybe they wouldn't. From the cockpit, he closed the hatch and blasted off.

Sensitive target-acquisition sensors gave him a good idea of the unfolding space battle, but he avoided the fight and turned the sensors on the ground. He keyed in the Mando comm frequencies.

"All Mandalorians, this is the Bard. I have some fantastic sensor suites trained on the area around you. It looks like you've dealt with the majority of the underground complex, both the catacombs and the pirate base. There's a chamber to the north of you that might be interesting, but tread carefully -- I suspect it might explain the tuk'ata.

"Once this space battle is concluded, I think you'll be done here. Problem solved."

 

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

"Thanks Bard, we'll touch down In a bit." Alliera said, getting out of her seat and getting under the control consoles to see if she could fix them "Ion Cannons fried our controls, I'll try to get them operational." With that, Alliera got to work, occasionally yelping in pain as her attempts periodically backfired.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Rach coaxed the ship into a parking orbit and propped his feet up on the console, oblivious to the sparks coming out from underneath. "Phew. That was...entirely too close. You doing all right under there, Alliera? We're not about to fall out of the sky, are we? I'm sure we could call for pickup..."

The orbiting ship rocket again as new weapons fire pounded it. Rach half-fell out of his chair and grabbed the controls once more. "Get those guns working, or we're toast! Feth!"

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn could still see that pirates were firing at the YT model. Apparently the YT model may be Mandos. He switched on his rockets and fired a few at the ships on their tail. He took another 3 out of the sky. He could hear the turrets behind him fire taking out anybody that was on his tail. Jorn was still being fired at but not as bad as the YT.

He switched back and forth between firing blasters or rockets at the pirates. Hopefully they could get rid of all the pirate scum soon. he was talking into his com again telling the men on the turret that they need to keep the scum off his tail.

 

[RC 212]

"Alright then." RC said as the last fighter broke contact. Apparently they had gotten the message. The Blackfalcon was not a vessel to be followed.
RC pointed down below to the YT.
"They seem to have the situation under control now. Lets go ahead and get to this northern chamber. I can call in the more Raiders from the Dreadstar to clear the area if need be."
RC scanned the control pannel marking their posistion in his head. The pannels were all green so his ababy was still alive.
"Nicejob piloting this bird sir. You'd make a fine Pirate!" RC Jested at Jorn

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Jorn Mair"]
@RC 212

The last pursuers flashed into constituent atoms, and the YT-2400 turned to face its rescuers.

"Thanks for that, boys," said Rach. "Couple of grateful vode over here. Right before you got here, a few of'em took off for an asteroid half-way across the system. I'm betting it's a hidey-hole, a backup. I'm heading that way. Care to join?"

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

@RC 212
@[member="Rach Kol-Rekali"]
@[member="Jorn Mair"]

"I'm going to take a look at that asteroid base," said the Bard. "I'm flipping through deep sensor logs from the last time this ship was really close to it, and the place looks heavily defended, once you get past the whole 'disguised as a normal asteroid' thing. Maybe a fighter hangar, maybe some heavy weapons, definitely a cavity that looks just right for a big shield generator. I'll form up with you and see what I can do."

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn heard over his comlink about rescuing some vod. For him it was just another day at the office. He heard about the asteroid. he replied back. "Why would I not join vod? Lets do this."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Jorn Mair"]
@RC 212

"Fighters...fun. Well, they'll see us coming a mile away." Rach set a course and got to work helping Alliera restore weapons power.

True to expectations, small vicious starfighters fountained out of the secret asteroid base as the little Mando flotilla approached. Though Alliera had the turrets under control, Rach had control of a concussion missile launcher with a handful of maneuverable little warheads. He fired a two-missile burst at the lead strike craft, lost one to counterfire, and watched the apex of the pirate formation turn to a fireball. The asteroid base was close...very close.

 

[RC 212]

As the Blackfalcon closed with the enemy and its cannons boomed RC was on the line with Silas back on the Dreadstar.
"Silas we are taking heavy fire, Im relaying coordinates now, bring the Dreadstar in to nuetralize opposition."
"Roger that sir." Silas replied. RC fired off another set of rockets sending two pirate fighters into a tailspin. They collided with eachother in mid air, exploding with violent force. RC locked onto another fighter that was attempting to strafe them.
As the makeshift Mandalorian fleet continued to clash RC's Venator the Dreadstar closed the distance fast. Within moments the deadly vessel was jsut above the Asteroid base. RC watched and grinned in staifaction as his prized flagship opened fire. The lights on board the Dreadstar dimmed slightly and suddenly all twenty of its Ion cannons fired a deadly fulisade into the pirates base. The beams smashed the rock and sent a storm of arcing elctricity across the surface of the hideout.
No doubt all electronics upon the base would now be completely fried.
"Standing by to fire second broadside on your command sir." Silas chirped thorugh his helmet.
"Negative standbye." RC ordered calmly.
"Floors yours Vode. Shall we land?" RC queried.

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

"You've disabled the majority of the base's weapons. That's freaking excellent."

The YV-330 settled down against one of the many airlocks, and the Bard pondered the ship's navigation system. With deft use of a sonic servodriver and a holokeyboard, he reprogrammed and realigned certain portions of the helm.

"Connory to all Mandalorians. This ship is ready to take all the pirates on a one-way trip to Coruscant if you can flush them into it. I'll... get out of the way."

 

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

@[member="Bard of the Hyperlanes"]
"Got it, Bard, thanks for your help." Alliera said, as she guided Rach to landing in another hangar "I'll lead the assault." Alliera got out of the Ship, and started firing at the pirates with her assault rifle, killing 2. Alliera proceeded to throw a grenade into one side of the hangar, killing 3 more mooks and forcing the others to retreat out of the hangar. "Attention All Mandos, I've cleared the right side hangar, converge on my location, we've got a beachhead."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Rach hunkered down at the hangar door, trading potshots with the defenders as he and Alliera pushed them back. Assorted bursts from his flamethrower pushed them back even farther.

"Screw the Bard," he said. "Let's just kill everything. Who knows what they'll take if they're allowed to escape. Slaves? Gold? Credits? Sith artifacts from those catacombs? Your call, lover."

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

The Bard struggled into a space suit and crawled out another airlock, stopping only to put a timer on the main hatch opening. Pirates stormed in, firing all manner of weapons, as he went out the side airlock.

He had tied in the ship's excellent comm intercept systems with his helmet comm and the Mando channels, so he could hear...well, everything, from the ungrateful and bloodthirsty suggestion of Rach Kol-Rekali all the way to the pirates freaking out that the YV-330 was empty. A ghost ship.

"...musta already gone aboard..."

"...how'd we miss..."

The Bard crawled over to the main airlock and placed his sonic servodriver against an exterior control panel. The airlock shut with a thud, sealing this group of pirates inside the ship. The Bard leaped for the surface of the asteroid and latched on, pointing the servodriver behind him.

The helm responded to his preset commands, and the ship broke away from the asteroid base. Full of imprisoned, screaming pirates, it jumped to hyperspace, bound for the Republic's justice.

The Bard entered the asteroid base through the airlock.

 

[RC 212]

The Blackfalcon set down in the hangar and RC was the first one off. RC charged down the hallways adjacent and towards a group of pirates. He leveled his wrist and fired his flamethrower. Bursts of crimson plasma engulfed the pirates and they screamed a bloody scream as their flesh was melted from their bones. RC tilted forwards sprinting through the still flaming pirate formation and made a break for a ladder on the opposite end.
The service ladders were all that worked as the bases lifts and all other systems were no doubt fried. With ease the Mandalorian pirate scaled the ladder and drew his twin Verpine shatter guns from their embroidered leather holsters. RC swept the are in a semi circle. It was clear. At the other end of the hall there were signs pointing towards the command center.
"RC 212, Moving to engage control center."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

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"Copy that, RC 212, moving to assist. We're coming up on your right."

A pirate stumbled out from a side passage, with knives through his chest and neck. Rach walked past him into RC's view, pulling the knives free as he passed.

"And here we are. Let's get up there, vode."

He threw up a flashbang and rocketed up the ladder, knives whirling.

 

[Lance of Dreams]

Somewhere on Tatooine, far away from the activity's of his old friends.

After smashing the head in of some innocent person all in anger of Mandalore, Kyr wonders thoughts.

"Huh, I wonder what those folks are doing now a days." He stood there a moment as his Tusken Raiders continued to assault and rape the city of its illegal riches, pondering of what the Mandalorians were up to now a days. "I'm hungry." He goes right back to pillaging.

(OCC: ARE YOU HAPPY JON?!?!? THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOOL.

P.S. Love you dude )

 

[Carbon]

Emberli had utterly passed out while they'd been cooking meat, and woke up to find the place deserted. With nothing better to do, he went back towards his shuttle, whistling a tune to himself as he did so. He'd have radio'd people, but it seemed the jungle had decided to play havoc with his comms.

Whatever.

Doesn't matter had nap.

Getting on his shuttle, he heads to the ship in orbit to prep it for departure once everything was secure planetside. Coordinated extraction and shit.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Following the Bard's lead Mia followed him out the airlock smiling at his genius under her helmet. "Nice move." she told him "I might borrow that from you one day." The airlock they moved into pressurized and Mia moved to the door pulling open the control panel she began to slice into the system. The door into the base slid open with a hiss.

Pulling her blaster rifle free she took point the lead, seeing as the Bard was unarmed and began to sweep.

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

But the rest...was silence.

Alongside Mia, he swept the halls, but apparently the YV-330 ploy had taken the bulk of the pirates from this section of the base. They stumbled across other pirates -- torched, knifed, blaster-blasted -- but encountered little opposition until-

They stumbled into the control room. Blasterfire everywhere. The Bard took cover, because that was all he could do-

Apart from cut the lights.

The sonic screwdriver howled, and all the lights shattered, leaving him and the pirates in the dark. The Mandos, of course, all had night vision in their helmets.