Grand Teth Auto! [Red Ravens Dominion of Teth]

[RC 212]

Yes that was Teth!

Colap stood inside the Davy Jones Locker, a local cantina that served all sorts of villainous scum. This planet was another scumhole of criminals free lancers and hutts. In fact the Hutt's had carved a nice space for themselves among the moon dust and the junkyards. This place had been a haven for Imperials and
Rebels during the old wars long past.

Nowadays it just held another group of Criminal masterminds, working the people to death. The primary economy was shipbuilding and repair, coupled with a transit station for smugglers. Just Colaps type of place.

As he sat in his booth and scanned the crowd his mind wandered. In space there was an orbital shipyard, small scale but teeming with pirate and smuggler vessels. The Ravens had infiltrated the planet one by one over the past months. Colap had been in charge of seeding a vast network of spies and informants. A lot of credits had been paied to a lot of shady people, spies, swoop gangs, saboteurs.

In space the Ravens had set up a network of disgruntles shipbuilders, ready to steal every vessel that this motley planet possesed. In addition the Raven fleet was just on station. When the time was right the planet would rise up and become a storm of chaos and violence.

Blood would paint the streets and the Stars would run wild with stolen vessels slugging it out with local Hutt gang forces. This plan would rely heavily on the folks in space acquiring those ships though, if any of them escaped they could call backup forces from allied hutts, and they held no compunction against glassing their own planet to keep their grip, and the Ravens with it.

But for now Colap leaned back and watched the scene, waiting for everyone to check in one station, before inciting mass pandamoneum.

Space objectives!


Objective 1: There is a shipyard in orbit with a network of spies, disgruntled workers and saboteurs. Steal all available vessels and defend against the Local crimelords forces.

Objective 2: Seize the shipyards control center, and kill the hutt enforcers.

Objective 3: Stop all traffic to and from the planet

Ground objectives

Objective 4: Slicers hack the planets power grid and lock out all communication between hutt forces

Objective 5: Slicers kncok out all power to the main city Peroon where the rebellion will take place, this is the signal to activate the informants and spies

Objective 6: Lead rebelling citizens in the battle to lock down the perimeter of their town

Objective 7: Storm the hutt palace, kill the Hutts!

Putt a location and objective tag in every post so the DM's can keep track of the who, what where and why. I will find you if you do not!

 

[Lenix Ornil]

The Corellian Corvette flew towards the outer-orbit shipyard, the Squib at the helm and radioing in for the main command

"Vessel, State your business" the booming voice of a Herglic security guard over the com

"Bringing a fresh shipment of AI cores, routine order" he said with the tone that hinted they were smuggled parts. He did indeed have said parts, but whilst he was paid for the job, R5 would hack into the mainframe and lock down communications, re-encrypt the computer to Raven codes so that they could move in and take control of the ship building ASAP as well as refuel and resupply the ships needed to control the Dominion.

The large ship landed in the dockyard and the ramp folded down, the Squib greeting the contact and discussing the order~ meanwhile R5 broadcasting a message to say the hacking had begun from the Interceptor's communications array before venturing off to hack the mainframe.

 

[Chaf’anta’natrano]

Location: Dasha's Roadhouse, Teth
Objective: Support all Red Ravens operations, betray fellow Hutts

With bated breath Dasha the Hutt had been waiting for this day. Phrik had been mined. Officials had been bribed. And many drinks had been shared. After a long and arduous process of wheeling and dealing with the Red Ravens, they had finally begun their plans to control the planet of Teth.

Dasha had assets on Teth, most notably her cantina, Dasha's Roadhouse, along with the heavily-protected bunker underneath where she lived with her henchmen and slaves. Dasha had white listed all of the Red Ravens. They were now cleared to use her Roadhouse as a hideout during their siege of Teth. She also had bribed many of the other Hutts' lackeys and henchman with lavish gifts, credits, and the promise of new positions within her own organizations. When the signal was given, the turncoats would strike, slicing into their networks, launching coordinated raids on their weapons caches, and slitting their bosses throats.

The large Hutt rode around her cantina on a hoversled and gathered up her forces for a state of the union. Her feline eyes flashed at them with a hint of gleeful malice. She took a deep breath and bellowed at her followers, Gamorean, Chagrian, Twi'lek and Trandoshan alike.

"Today is the day the Red Ravens come to Teth. And there will be bloodshed! My brother and sister Hutts will be murdered in their sleep! But not Dasha. If you were working for any other Teth Hutt today, your lives would be turned to dust and the Ravens would dance on your graves! So I need each and every one of you to remember what Dasha did for you. That because of your unending loyalty to Dasha the Hutt, your worthless lives will be spared!"

With that she yanked her Twi'lek boytoy's chain and made him follow her to downstairs to her office. There, from the safety of her underground bunker, she planned to listen to Ravens chatter on the CryptNet and watch the chaos unfold on the Holonews.

 

[RC 212]

Location: CR-90 the Darkhorse
Objective: Steal the Ships on the Orbital Shipyards.

Lisa was gearing up. In her quarters she applied the final touch of red warpaint to her face and slipped on her Multidirectional goggles. Today was going to be a great day. Any day that involved carnage and destruction was good day for. She was the queen of Death and dception and her reign was about to begin.

Lisa exited her quarters heading down the sterile white halls of her ship towards the hangars where a few escape pods lay ready. The Darkwater mercenary squad that was attached to her was already milling around in their black armor and double checking the ammunition count and weapons settings.

"Ready ma'am?"

Lisa ignored them setting her sniper rifle into the pod and beginning to start the launch sequence. The pod was fired up and ready to go. Now she spoke.

"Just shut up and get in."

With a gusto she slipped into the pod and slammed the restraints down as the mercs did the same.

Now they waited for the signal to jump in system and assault their target.

 

[RC 212]

Location: The ground at the palace
Character: Barbosa the hutt!
Objective: Find out what the ravens are up too.

[member="Dasha the Hutt"]

"My master-"

"Shut up droid!" Barbossa snarled as he whipped his slug tail and thrashed the translator droid. The droid was oicked up and thrown against the wall, circuits sparking and smoke rising. Barbosa was furious, furious!!!

"These Raven scum will stop at nothing to dismantle my Cartel!"

No one dared speak lest they be next on the receiving end of Barbosas wrath.

"Major Domo come hither!"

The small Rodian man came scrambling forth, bowing on one knee.

"Yes your excellency?"

"Summon my forces, I believe my collegues and I are in trouble. I want the Jawas and that new merc we hired!"

"Yes your excellency and then?"

"Set them to guard the palace, alert the other hutts the Ravens are here. Send my spies into town I want to know what theyre doing!"


Location: The palace
Character: Torin Vau
Objective: Defend the palace

"Move you shebs you di'kuts!"

Torin was in a fould mood today. The Mando merc had been woken by his employer to panicked alarms of the Ravens. Torin had heard the name but never come across them. He had been warned they were cunning and fearsome, but shrugged it off. No one was more fearsome than Torin. Any man who disobeyed him was soon missing their heads. He had a rep as the most savage and brutal of the Cartel enforcers and he intended to maintain it.

Stanidng 6'5 in all black beskar with a huge repeater and two verpine shatter guns at his side he was a menacing figure.

"Set up the perimeter, snipers get on that roof. Anyone misses their marks and I'll skin you alive!"

The other mercs moved quickly setting up their positions behind the walls of the compound. Further back on the steps barricades were thrown up. On the top of the six story palace snipers set their emplacements and blended in.

"If they come like I think they will, their all gonna die!"

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Riding into town
Objective 6: Lead rebelling citizens in the battle to lock down the perimeter of their town

Melkor drove a massive tank into the center of the town square. A hundred of his battle droids followed him, they were all arms with Thunderbows, curtesy of Vulcan Industries. Half of his body was sticking out of the front of the tank, and he had a gentle smiled on his face. The Town square was littered with people all of them armed.

As his tank and small army gained position he cried "All units!! HALT! Present ARMS. ORDER ARMs. ATTENTION!" His droids obeying his every order, in an impressive display of military prowess. This was but a taste of The Nexus's power, and it inspired awe in the rioteers of the town. They all stood stil listening to hear what the general had to say.

Melkor's voice was smooth as he spoke with the strength of the force, "People of Peron! You have been opressed long enough! The Hutts have raped, murdered and plundered your people! Today you stand and fight! Fight for your families! Fight for your honor! But most of all Fight for your CITY!!" The crowd roared, with the screems of every man woman and child.

Melkor gave his orders "Now form a tight circle around this city! My droids will cover four corners 25 at each one. Go forward and defend what you love!!"

 

[Lenix Ornil]

As the Squib signed off on his order and helped unload the cargo, R5 had found an access terminal. He plugged in and began to deactivate the defenses, block the communication array to the planet and friendly ships, and started on locking the facility down. [member="Lisa Ticon"] would be there with her squad to help clear up the guards left over and take final control of the orbital station.

The R5 unit busied himself frantically, bucket-dome head spinning to try and spot anyone sneaking up on his actions. Luckily most of the guards seemed to be on lunch and he rigged the system to be locked down on his remote command. The smug droid closed up the hatch and rolled back to the ship~ chittering and blooping happily and expectantly for what was coming next!

 

[Cryax Bane]

Location: Dasha's Roadhouse

Objective: Ground Objective 4, Slicers hack the planets power grid and lock out all communication between Hutt forces

Dasha and her hapless male Twi'lek slave weren't the only ones in the bunker underneath her cantina. Accompanying the Hutt lady crime boss in her base was Red Ravens slicer, Cryax Bane, who was using the hideout as ground zero for his slicing operations. The large slimy Hutt made his skin crawl and he could barely tolerate her company, much less Dasha's unwanted advances, but the young Chiss had a job to do, and it was crucial in the Red Ravens hostile takeover of the Outer Rim planet of Teth.

Over the CryptNet, Cryax sent the merc Colap Ticon a message. "This is Bug, checking in. My location: planetside, Dasha's Roadhouse. I'm about to perform a DDOS attack on the main power grid. It's gonna get dark and ugly real fast down here, but it will cut off those Hutt tongues long enough for the next phase to begin. Over and out."

He looked over at Dasha the Hutt and discovered that she was staring at him again with what could only be described as wanton lust in her giant feline eyes. Her long tail twitched rapidly. He shuddered and involuntarily rolled his chair away from her a couple of feet. Cryax looked over at the Twi'lek slave who just shrugged. Not surprisingly there was little sympathy in the man's eyes.

[member="GM Opposition."] [member="Colap Ticon"]

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: With [member="Darth Morgoth"]

Objective: Lead rebelling citizens in the battle to lock down the perimeter of their town

The rogue Padawan listened silently to every word of the man's speech, quietly impressed by the overall eloquence of it all. He was an impressive military leader, there was no doubt, and it didn't surprise her in the least. There was no doubt in her mind that these people would fight, and fight well, in part because of this address that was meant to and certainly did raise their spirits.
Instead of tagging along at the back of the group for support Keira jumped up onto the tank with aid of the Force, crouching next to where he was looking out of the tank. "Impressive speech, there. Seeing as how you're the general here, I figured it would be best to ask what it is you want me to do before running off with the rest of them." She pulled her lightsaber off of her belt and balanced it on her palm, flicking it up into the air and catching it.
It wasn't often that she found herself idle, especially in a situation such as this. But their advance more or less depended on the slicers cracking into the power network and shutting it down before everything else could proceed. And, well, she wasn't the only Force user present. If past experience had taught her anything, the two of them would do better to coordinate instead of separating and having no contact.
She blinked, just remembering, and switched her comm on before speaking into it, directly to [member="Colap Ticon"], "This is Keira. I'm with the rebels, on the outskirts of the city. Over and out."

[member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Lenix Ornil"], [member="GM Opposition."], [member="Lisa Ticon"], [member="Dasha the Hutt"]

 

[Darth Morgoth]

[member="Keira Ticon"]
Riding into town
Objective 6: Lead rebelling citizens in the battle to lock down the perimeter of their town
Melkor looked down at the Rogue Padawan. He smiled and said "Well that depends, how skilled are you? " He had an idea but he didnt know if you she could handle it, and though he was a sith it was beyond him to put a fellow Raven in harms way. He watched as his orders were followed by the forces of the city. But he knew that they were megerly trained at best, and the droids would have to handle as much as possible.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Objective 1: hijack the docks and steal ships.
Location : orbital shipyard.

I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down

Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away
He drinks a whiskey drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the better times

Oh, Danny Boy
Danny Boy

Daxton paused in the middle of the song before asking in drunken slur, "What kind of name is Danny anyway?"

The entire bar erupted in good natured drunken mirth, after all the stranger had paid for an open bar and they were downing drinks as fast as the human behind the counter could sling them. Many of them were underpaid workers on the docks, resenting the long hours and poor pay but powerless against the Hutts. A miserable existence was their lot in life and the free floating alcohol only encouraged them to give voice to their grievances.

When the Zabrak suddenly started singing the militant labors song, not a few voices, most of whom sung off key joined in, Gone was the fear of the Hutts and their thugs. For a moment they were cocky spoiling for a fight,

I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down

Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away
He drinks a whiskey drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the better times

It was impossible not to hear the song as the whole bar was singing, the barkeep looking anxious but more worried about pissing off the drunk crowd and starting a riot in the bar.

When Daxton judged the crowd to be at its most volatile and surliest, ripe for a violent fit and mindless destruction, he suddenly shouted, "To the Shipyards!" The drunked fools could not resist the force Command and as one rose up from their seats and headed to the target. A mob hell bent on trashi g anyone and anything that got in their way....


Don't cry for me
Next door neighbor

I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never gonna keep me down

I get knocked down
(We'll be singing)
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
(When we're winning)
I get knocked down
(We'll be singing)
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)

 

[RC 212]

[member="Cryax Bane"] All Ravens

When the power went out with whirrrrr. Colap sat up and slammed his faceplate down on his helmet. Blue eyes glared across the bar he was in and fog emanated from his mask. His silver armored hand went down to the Westar-35 at his side and he drew in one swift motion and aimed it straight at the bartender whom he had identified as a spy.
"Time to start the party!"

His codephrase went across all Raven channels to his network of spies and informants as well.

PEWWW

A single bolt slammed into the bartenders head, knocking him back and all hell broke loose in the bar.

Outside explosions rocked the city as barracks and guard posts detonated into giant balls of fire. smoky haze descended upon Peron and the citizens rose up taking to the streets. Riots began to break out as guard were drug to and fro, some beheaded others beat to death by the flash mob.

There was no escape for the Hutts now!

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Riding into town

Objective: Lead rebelling citizens in the battle to lock down the perimeter of their town

Keira only shrugged, looking out at the rebelling forces for a moment. "That depends on what you had in mind, and what kind of skilled we're talking about." She looked to him with a half smile. "In terms of lightsaber combat, my primary form is Djem So, secondary focus on Ataru. My skill in the Force is average, you could say." A pause. "Unless you were looking for a different answer, in which case I'm as skilled as you'd expect a Padawan who left the Order three years ago to be. Nothing too special, but better than average."
With that she fell silent, content to observe the troops for the time being. It was evident the droids would be doing the majority of the work, with the rebels merely acting as support. With their meager training it didn't really surprise her, though for their sake she hoped at least a few of them would make it out of the battle.
Exhaling slowly she studied the surrounding area with the Force now, touching on many familiar presences, notably the one of the man she was speaking to. It didn't surprise or bother her that he was one of the Sith, nor did she have anything against working with him. The idea of it interested her certainly, and beyond that there was only curiosity.
Her musings were interrupted by [member="Colap Ticon"]'s exclamation across the comms, and the explosions in the direction of the barracks and guard posts. The battle had just begun.

[member="Darth Morgoth"]

 

[RC 212]

Location: en route to Shipyards
Objective 1: There is a shipyard in orbit with a network of spies, disgruntled workers and saboteurs. Steal all available vessels and defend against the Local crimelords forces.

Lisa got the messge just as her CR-90 jumped into system.

"Alright boys let's go!"

There was lurch and her guts went up into her throat as the pod shot from the CR-90 loaded down with the small merc squadron and herself. Screaming grating metal pierced her ears as it collided with the deck of the docks, pulled down by artifical gravity. Then the explosive bolts opped and the door went sailing off, breaking free of the gravity and launching up and into the void.

"Go go go!"

The Docks were being hit with hundreds of similiar pods, crashing and careening themselves down.

"Star Destroyer to the left, make for it!"

"Taking fire maam, watch out!"

"I got it shut up and move!"

The docks lit up, automatic fire from the turrets and the guards criss-crossing the spaces between the pods and where they stood. The stars twinkled over head, the smell of burning fuel and metal thrust it's way into her nostrils.

At a dead run they made for the docking tube of the SD. Lisa fired her sniper as she went, dropping two trandoshans standing out side.

PFFT
PFFT

The silenced slugthrower dropped two more.

 

[Lenix Ornil]

[member="Lisa Ticon"]

Before a real fight had even begun, the turrets deactivated and the blast doors closed on all the hangars, the mainframe going into lockdown and all security systems offline.

From around the more ramshackle of the two Cr90s Lenix and his droid walked around to meet Lisa and her mercs

"Made it on time!" he saluted to greet them and readjusted his cap on his furry brow

"My droid has control of all systems and the mainframe is in lockdown. Only the living guards and security droids to worry about" he smiled up to her "So go do what you do best, me and R5 will follow to give you support"

 

[RC 212]

Location: The ground at the palace
Character: Barbosa the hutt!
Objective: Kill the Ravens!

"Master the Ravens have begun an attack in the city."

Barbosa grimy tail wriggled again in rage. These fools wer persistant and now he had word the shipyards were under some sort of attack, what it was he was unsure of however.

"Call in the Blazing Chain fleet! Do not allow them to escape our orbit, summon the garrisons from the nearby towns, reinforce me locals, kill all the ravens!"

-On the ground-

On the groud Sandcrawlers rolled up slowly on the edges of the town. They were massive and packed with Jawas and B-1 battle droids. As they came closer to the town and the call went out local swoop bike gangs began to swoop in as well, acting as cavalry coming before the storm. Hundreds of swoops armed with mad mercs plunged towards the raven lines.

-In Space-

The guards opened fire across the platform. Alarms blared and lights flashed across the control room. The orbital defences of the station powered up and a call went out to a neighbouring criminal fleet the Blazing Chains. Within an hour they would be coming to blockade the planet and a fleet battle would begin!

 

[Cryax Bane]

Location: Dasha's Roadhouse en route to Hutt palace

Objective: Storm the Hutt palace

With the Teth power grid now mostly disabled, Cryax cranked up the generator in Dasha's Roadhouse. That way Red Raven forces and Dasha could still operate over the CryptNet if they needed to. He'd also left strategic portions of Peroon with power still intact. That way, if Raven slicers needed to slice, they'd have the means. When the Colap Ticon's code word "PEWW" flashed up on his screen, he knew that the riots had begun. He started to pack up his things. The Chiss needed to get to the Hutt palace so that he could start softening the perimeter by slicing into their security systems to disable them. He looked over at Dasha.

"Mind if I borrow these guys?" He nodded towards two of Dasha's pig-like Gamorean guards.

"Anything for you, my pretty blue one," said Dasha, licking her tongue across her wide, lipless mouth. "You!" She bellowed at the guards, pointing with a tiny hand. "Go with the Chiss and make sure he comes back to Dasha in one piece!"

Cryax muttered a quick thank you and hauled jets out of there as fast as he could.

[member="GM Opposition."]

 

[io eyeballs]

Location: Dasha's Roadhouse

Objective: Help defend the town



"You win." io crushed the empty beer can. He had to give it to the kid with them, he could chug with the best of the gang. The gang being the group that had been put together for the Makeb operation, plus those that had noticed the change in winds and flocked to their side. The Ravens could field a fairly large swoop gang now, and call on some allied crews in a pinch. Those they selected could follow orders well. As well as bikers could follow orders anyhow. Half of the over one hundred bikes they rode were two seaters. Good shots sat in a side car or a back seat.

On Teth though, their foes had more numbers. The gang were no professional soldiers either. Most were not experienced firing from one swoop at another. Or firing at all. Ride they could however, being experts in the sharp turns one had to master to in urban areas if you wanted to be quick and at the same time avoid becoming abstract art on an alley wall.

The way io saw it, their inexperience at fighting, but skill in running away could be used as an advantage. If they met a well organized enemy they would scatter in all directions, firing back at their pursuers. If the enemy took the bait it would scatter their lines too.

The distant scream of the enemies' speeders sounded.

"Alright kid, get on." io handed the kid a blaster. The kid was as good at shooting cans as he was as chugging them, but he looked a little tipsy. The rest of the gang roared to action as well. These were muscle swoops. They didn't scream. They rumbled.

The gang rode in a long line, circling the outskirts of town. Sure enough they broke any semblance of formation when they met the enemy. They zig zagged tightly to avoid blaster fire as they fled, an effective but difficult and nausea inducing manuever. io turned back at the kid. He had turned green, but was doing his job and firing away.

[member="Darth Morgoth"] [member="GM Opposition."]

 

[Darth Morgoth]

[member="Keira Ticon"]

Melkor smiled and said "Well then mount up!" He pointed to a speeder nearby, "And stay close I have feeling we are going to need the back up on this one"

 

[Evor]

Location: Following/Protecting Cryax on the ground
Objective: Storm the "Hutt"
People Involved: [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="GM Opposition."]

The ground blurred underneath his feet as they moved faster than ever, one after the other. The second Cryax had started to run toward the Hutt palace, he sprinted after him, swinging his rifle around his shoulder so that it rested firmly in his hands as he ran. He swung his arms side to side as he followed after Cryax, breathing in and out in attempts to pace himself. He had never been a sprinter, but he would be damned if he let a splicer show him up. It wasn't far, but Cryax was clearly in the mood to mess up the Hutt's security systems and he was hauling ass towards the palace. As they neared the palace, the adrenaline started to hit him. Cryax had been doing his thing for a little while now and finally Logan might be able to put his own abilities to good use. As they ran, he did his best to tuck the rifle under one arm as he patted himself down, making sure he was in one piece to begin with and that he hadn't forgotten anything. The comm on his wrist was there, the two thermals on his belt still in their pouch with the detonator housed separately, his pistol was on his hip and the fairly large jet pack was still clunking heavily on his back as he ran.

"Cryax! Where do you want me when we get there?" he shouted ahead of him, doing his best to catch up to the Chiss. "I can give you covering fire if you need it!"