Had Abad day [Corellia Confederation Dominion of Had Abaddon]

[Ava Cartwright-Pryce]

Location: CDF Starchild II - flight deck
Status: Still on active standby - second squadron out
Starfighter: T-90 X-wing
Gear: Full flight suit, pilot sidearm, and essentials
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There was a beep which broke the silence inside Wildcat Leader's cockpit while waiting for launch orders that a private message had been sent directly to her ship. A gloved finger reached out to push the Receive Button on the flight console, then Goldie's steel blue orbs gazed over to the data screen to read the communication from none other than [member="Dracken Pryce"].

Stay safe. Love you.

An amused and touched smile grew on the blonde's face that was partially hid by the yellow visor of her flight helmet. Drac and Ava had been through so much together. Each had had their own near-death experience in the line of duty when the other was left standing by hoping and praying their loved one survived. It had made them stronger as a couple. It also had taught the two career military officers not to take life for granted and to make sure there were no regrets. She quickly typed a reply to the Corellian admiral and sent it back. If the worst case scenario happened today at least they both had said what was in their hearts to each other.

You too. Love you more.​

A tootle and a message popped up on the data screen from Squeak next. The smile on the Commander's face turned into a huffy smirk. Goldie's R9 unit had read her PM from Dracken. Nothing was private anymore it seemed.

"It was not corny. It was sweet... Now how about you try to find out what's going on, hmm? Check the back chatter. I don't like just sitting here and not knowing the down low on the current sitrep."

Ava had a bad feeling things weren't as they were supposed to be why they'd been called up to active standby, but what was really going on and how long was it going to take?? Gods how the Ralltiiri wished she hadn't had that second cup of caf in the ready room...

 

[RC 212]

[member="Lynda Dorn"] - @Krek Libera - @Orson Jade - [member="Jahan Lionheart"] - @Myri Bastra - @Sienna Vekarr - @Seto Du Couteau​

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The prisoners were now on the move. As she passed the woman known to her as Dorn she flipped her visor up and gave her a little smile.

She'd dealt with plenty of hotshot commandos in her days as a Royal Naboo Marine.

"Don't get too wrapped around the axle there ma'am. It's a courtesy to you. Best believe these hands can defend this body."

She left her with that little sting, and flipped the visor back down. As she crossed the line again behind the stasis cubes she crouched to recover her pistol and ram it home into the holster before exiting the Cargo bay.

"Hurry please, follow me."

The two medics and the folks pushing the cube fell into step behind her as they moved at a rapid clip towards their own medbay, where surgical teams were waiting to receive them...

 

[Dracken Pryce]

[member="Cait Sandusky"] [member="Ava Cartwright"] [member="Jahan Lionheart"][member="Orson Jade"] [member="Myri Bastra"] [member="Seto Du Couteau"] [member="Lynda Dorn"] [member="Samantha Solo"] [member="Dace Tauri"]​

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The transfer was going well. His leg and back still not fully healed Pryce had taken a seat in the captain's chair and was speaking to one of the com officers when the entire ship shuddered and the power flickered. Like a wasp nest smacked by a stone the bridge became a flurry of activity trying to pin down the source. Pryce's chair swivled around to face the command table, a pensive look on his face.

"Garvey, talk to me." Silence. "Garvey?"

The blue VI popped up from the table's display, clearly distraught. It seemed as if he was struggling to keep his form as he fuzzed in and out. "Sorry--sir--I--connection--core. I--" In an act of frustration he stompped on the table, as if his coporeal body could somehow affect the table's connection. He gave a sad look at Pryce that made his heart sink and then was sucked back into the table. Pryce cursed loudly, slamming his fist on the arm of his chair.

"Get me a direct line to the Halcyon team."

"You are connected sir."

With a nod he began to speak, "Halcyon we've got a situation on board. Halcyon Jade, do you read? Take a team of Shock Troopers down to engineering and the VI Core. Lionheart, lock down the hangar, don't move the prisoners. Do not let the CIC leave the hangar but be discrete." Cursing again under his breath he opened shipwide coms, "Sorry about that, we've had a slight engine hick-up. We've got our engineers working on it as we speak. If you don't mind Captain Dorn I'm going to need you and your team to stay put for a little bit." As if on cue, the hangar's shields activated, sealing an escape route. With a few taps on the arm of his chair he sent out a silent alarm, activating the security teams of shock troopers aboard. Almost immediately a small squad entered the bridge, weapons at the ready to defend against whatever came their way.

 

[Myri Bastra]

Location: Hangar of CDF Starchild II
Objective: Receive and secure transferred prisoners

Gear: Halcyon Armour | VAARS

Tagging: [member="Orson Jade"] | [member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="Jerec Asyr"] |

The message, the alarm really, only reached Myri as the lift doors closed behind her, depositing the woman on the medical deck along with the medics and the prisoner. The guards she had called up hadn't arrived yet, and from the sound of it, they weren't going to be showing up anytime soon. A mental command silenced the alarms flashing up in her vision as she quickly reviewed the commands Admiral Dracken had been issuing. She wasn't sure what was happening but she knew that her team was down in the hangar, without her. It was a natural reaction, one drilled into her by years and years in the military. You never let your team down, left them behind, and that's exactly what she had done. The backwards step was an instinctive reaction as she turned away from the group, one hand coming up to press on her helmet. "What's going on up there? Halcyon report in?" She was close, this close to just calling back the elevator, to bound up to the hangar and find out what was going on. Only, there was one thing at the back of her head, there was a prisoner down here and she couldn't just leave him, not if the medics needed to let him out to treat him. A exasperated sigh slipped from her lips as she let her hand fall down to her side, blinking her mic off as she tilted her head down to stare through the floor at hte hangar. "Be safe."

"They're not the ones you should be worried about now sweetie."

The Halcyon spun around , her hand pulling a pistol from her side as she took in the empty cube, the two medics lying crumpled on the floor and the foot flying towards her arm. Time seemed to slow down for her as she let herself fall backwards, spine arching backwards as her hand came down to press against the ground to push herself up in the wake as the prisoner span into another kick that she caught on an upraised arm. She was in armour, her was dressing in slacks, barefoot and unarmed but she could still feel that strike reverberating down her arm.

"Not bad."

 

[Dracken Pryce]

When the lights came back on the captees were gone from their containment fields. Someone had shut them down or disabled them during the blackout and killed two of the shocktroopers in the hangar and stolen their weapons. When the power was restored the containment fields sent out an alarm notifying everyone in the ship that the criminals had escaped. With a curse Pryce pressed his thumb against the ship-wide com system and gave the news.

"Crew of the CDF:2 Starchild, the terrorists have escaped their containment fields. Orders are to capture them alive however you are permitted to use lethal force if they resist." The message repeated two or three times and images of the three criminals were beamed onto various screens and devices throughout the ship.

[member="Myri Bastra"] [member="Cait Sandusky"] [member="Ava Cartwright"] [member="Jerec Asyr"] [member="Jahan Lionheart"] [member="Kyle Torchwood"] [member="Krek Libera"] [member="Elsie Perris"] [member="Dace Tauri"] [member="Seto Du Couteau"] [member="Lynda Dorn"] [member="Samantha Solo"] [member="Orson Jade"] [member="Keiran Berus"]

 

[Samantha Solo]

Then it happened she didn't know how or exactly when but when the screen lit up showing the faces of the terrorists" Sam paused for a moment trying to take in what details she could. Clothing. Weapons....anything that couldn't be ditched or that often slipped the mind.

Capture them alive.

Sure, depending on how difficult they made it, alive could be done.

Now she needed something else. She shook her head and switched gears to begin searching.

[member="Dracken Pryce"] | [member="Myri Bastra"] | [member="Cait Sandusky"] | and everyone else.

 

[Myri Bastra]

Location: Hangar of CDF Starchild II
Objective: Receive and secure transferred prisoners

Gear: Halcyon Armour | VAARS

Tagging: [member="Orson Jade"] | [member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="Jerec Asyr"] | [member="Dracken Pryce"]

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This wasn't exactly where she'd thought the day would end up going...but then she had been eyeing up the Imperial Commandos for a challenge and well..."If you really wanna be a warm-up then I don't mind giving you a minute to so to get the blood pumping." The woman transferred her pistol to her off-hand, holding it at her side as she turned shoulder on to the man, her hand coming up to gesture at him. To an unenhanced eye it would have looked like the two of them vanished, chemically and mechanically enhanced muscles propelling them at one another like two leviathans as the room shook with their impact. In the space of a heartbeat the two had already traded a myriad of blows, Myri's pistol coming up as they fought ofver control of the firearm. The first shot hit the light, sending it flickering as a second and third shot lift up the room with a bright staccato. Every time the Halcyon thought that she had a target a hand or a foot came out of no-where knocking her aim just off as a bullet tore into the bed, shattered one of the consoles by the beds, filling the room with bright sparks as a helmeted head came forward, the impact shattering the prisoner's nose. It was a victory, but a small one while as Myri pulled back a hand slammed into her elbow, the join folding beneath the hit as the hand travelled down her arm, stripping the gun out of her hands and turning around as it went off once, twice an then silence.

The Halcyon stepped back, watching her opponent crumple to the floor wheezing, a dent in his chest, ribs clearly broken where her fist had struck him even as he shot her. The woman glanced down at her armour, running a hand down it, frowning at the graze that showed in her armour where the bullets had crumpled against her armour, her finger worrying at the discolourations. "Great, do you know how much they grump at us when we damage the armour?"

 

[Orson Jade]

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Location: Hanger
Objective: Receive Prisoner shipment
Gear: Halcyon Armor, 2x VT-particle SMGs, Coynite Carbine, 3x Tehk'la blades
Tags: [member="Seto Du Couteau"], [member="Krek Libera"], [member="Jerec Asyr"], [member="Lynda Dorn"], [member="Sienna Vekarr"], [member="Jahan Lionheart"]


Lost in the realm of his own thoughts Orson had lost focus on what the true goal of the mission was, so far everything seemed to be going fine. For a bit the Corellian thought he’d end up being the one who would be buying Myri and the other Halycons in their fireteam a round. A sudden clang and the flash that followed as lights went out across the entirety of the hanger. Had this been planned by the CIC from the beginning? Lights built into Orson’s helmet came to life illuminating the area around him where he caught a brief glimpse of two blurs rushing by.

The scent of copper was registered by his HUD, which the man knew was blood. Glancing to where the prisoners had once been the soldier scowled seeing the corpses of two shocktroopers their weapons ripped from their freshly dead corpses. The Halycon was moving before the lights came on. Moving at a preternatural speed Orson moved behind where he saw one of the shadows escape down a hall deeper into the ship.

Considering the deaths of the shocktroopers the Corellian no longer thought it was the CIC guilty for the act, but who was? Blurring down the hall Orson’s muscles pumping the sound of metallic thunks echoing down the hall he easily began to catch up to one of the prisoners, their grotesque visage turning his stomach.

Spinning around on their heel the prisoner lifted their hand, palm extended where an invisible force caught the Halycon in the chest lifting him free of the ground and slamming him into the metal walls of the Starchild. The taste of blood filled the young soldiers mouth as from his seated position he raised the Coyonite rifle in his hands and fired at his foe. An explosive wave of cryogenic energy exploded outwards barely catching the terrorist and freezing their legs. The speed at which the terrorist was moving caused the frozen limbs to completely snap his body falling to the ground. “Of course it would be the kriffing force.” Standing up the Halycon knew he was going to be sore in the morning.

 

[Tris]

[member="Orson Jade"] [member="Myri Bastra"]

Meat. Meat. And more Meat. A little mustard. Some Mandalorian pickles. A dab of honey. Beteween too mostly dehydrated slices of sad galley bread. As the sandwich's flavor profile made it way over her tongue the reality of the meal began to set on her. No, this was just a galley sandwich filled with sad military ingredients. With a sad sigh she stepped into the lift and cursed as the doors closed. She'd left her helmet behind like an idiot again. Bastra was going to make her run the hangar twenty times again...

The doors opened to the hangar and a man wearing prisoners clothes holding a rifle charged in, boucning off her breastplate with a loud clang. Her eyes widened and the sandwich dropped from her mouth as the man sprung into action. They tussled for control of the space. Her hand was able to wrestle the blaster away from him and in a fit of rage he leaped at her. With a flip of a switch the blaster was set to stun and she pulled the trigger, the blue circle flying out and catching the man square in the chest. He crumpled mid-air and landed in her arms.

Standing she walked out into the hangar where Jade seemed to have had a fight of his own. She looked from the legs frozen to the floor to the poor creature left unconscious on the floor from shock. Her terrorist was hanging limp in the crook of her arm.

"Uh...I guess I'm a little late to the party?"