Just a Quick Mining Op, Nothing More (only open to opposition)

[Darth Carnifex]

The Sith Lord smiled, and with a flourish of his cape he turned and trailed behind Anja as she purposefully made her way to the Divergent's hanger bay. The small open bay was situated in the bow of the vessel, and perpetually faced upwards at the blackness of space, and had no visible doors on which to close the gape between the hanger and the darkness beyond. Still, such a weakness did not frighten the Sith Lord, for very few things actually did, and he stared absently up at the inky blackness of the void as his footsteps, loud and methodical, echoed through the rather empty space. The hanger, being as small as it was, could only hold roughly two complete fighter squadrons and could be configured to also hold shuttles and other craft of the like, and while Anja was perfectly fine with heading to the planet in her personal shuttle, Kaine hungered for something more to do than sit and wait to reach the surface.

"Go ahead, my friend. I will follow you."

He diverted from the path the Host Lord was taking, and instead made a bee-line for a ship that was wholly different from anything else in the hanger. It was a Dominus-class Sith Starfighter given to him as a gift by [member="Sasha Santhe"], whom he considered something of a friend, although she was more of an ally than anything else, but he appreciated her companionship from time to time. With a single bound he launched himself up and onto the top of the fighter, and with a wave of his right hand the pilot compartment opened up and he slide directly inside. Once firmly seated within the vessel he hooked himself into the flight controls, and slipped on a pilot's face-mask and breather, and although he was confident he did not require it he found it hard to break such old traditions. With swift and accurate movement of his hands and fingers he activated the vessel's ignition mechanisms and the dashboard lit up with various instruments all detailing the condition of the craft.

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Placing both hands firmly on the ship's flight controls, he expertly maneuvered the ship out of the hanger and fell into formation with the Host Lord's shuttle and her trio of elite starfighter escorts. It had been a long time since the Sith Lord sat in the seat of a starfighter such as this, he wagered that it had been almost two decades at most, but right from the get-go he felt comfortable behind the controls of such an agile fighter, and he had no problem keeping up with the rest of the escort.

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Vheissu Ireles"] [member="Perla Pirjo"]

[member="Arkov Lyrandis"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Durza the Zealous"] [member="Drazav"] [member="Mel'sivlal Huedain"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Because Xana was so large, Perla had to take a separate shuttle which had been slightly modified to carry the beast to the surface. She rode alone with only the crew and two Primeval guards. She patted the bull rancor’s massive flanks to calm the creature as the vessel followed the Host Lord and her envoy. Xana had not been fed in a while, and since she might get a meal out of it, this would make her more eager to attack. But her drooling and sniffing around the interior of the shuttle made the guards very nervous as she probably would swallow them down if Perla wasn't there to control her.

As she rubbed Xana’s hide she realized she needed to have armor made for the beast. It was an arduous process to train and capture the bull rancor in the first place and although the animal’s exterior alone was enough to protect it from blaster bolts and even lightsabers, the rancor wouldn’t be able to withstand an artillery assault or a barrage of thermal detonators. But for now, she sat in calm silence with the nervous Primeval guards and a growling, hungry rancor as she waited to touch down on Echoy'la.

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Vheissu Ireles"] [member="Drazav"] [member="Durza the Zealous"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Arkov Lyrandis"] [member="Mel'sivlal Huedain"]

 

[Mel'sivlal Huedain]

Anja Aj'Rouhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/6330-anja-ajrou/ Darth Vornskr Vheissu Ireles Drazav Durza the Zealous Ultimatum Arkov Lyrandis Mel'sivlal Huedain

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Shiv pulled the lever to open the hanger door, causing the door to the cockpit to automatically close so the cockpit's atmospheric integrity would be preserved. The massive hanger door raised open, its mechanical noises undoubtedly drowned in the vacuum. The moisture in the air of the hanger turned to small ice balls barely the size of one's forefinger and were flushed out in a manner similar to the passing of stars. Shiv magnetized his boots lest he be sucked out too.

The vastness of space opened before the trio, supplying a beautiful but quite unsuitable backdrop for the coming battle. More then a dozen fighters were streaking towards the ship, one of Sith make. The way it was handled could only mean either of two possibilities; A skilled pilot was at the helm or a force sensitive was manning it.

Let them come, it mattered little to Shiv whether they were a lowly pilot or the Dark Lord of the Sith himself. It was the challenge that he wanted. The measuring of ones self against another with the ultimate prize; Life. This game was one Shiv was familiar with, he'd spent almost his entire life in him-or-me situations, and he had learned to relish them. This was the way of his people, the Mandalorians. Life is nothing if not pitted against another's. This was their code, Shiv's code.

Shiv removed a detonator from the bandolier. He stared at it for a moment, pondering existence and its meaning. He did not take life idly, in fact he put a great deal of thought into the taking of it. Why he did it, why others did it, why whatever higher being in the universe allowed it to be taken. He himself had come to a conclusion on this.

He set the detonator on a timer and released it, gently as one would release a butterfly, sending it spiraling towards the fighter squadron.

Life was a game, a game that Shiv intended to win.

 

[Theron]

Arkov's own breathing was the only sound that kept him company as he floated towards Mel, a small cable leading from his belt to a sturdy handrail was all that was keeping him from driffting out into the infinite ocean. Reaching the end of the hanger he lowered his legs to the floor and magnetized his boots to end his flight, lifting his right arm he began tapping a few buttons on his gauntlet, in moments he had opened a comm channel with the two others in the hanger. "Drazav, spin up that walker and send some rounds towards those fighters" he ordered, turning to shiv he saw the mando let loose a detonator towards the formation, 'good idea' he thought.

Crouching down he reached around his back and felt for the handle of his railgun, taking hold of it he drew the weapon from its holster and pulled it around to face it out the rear of the ship, he quickly keyed in a few commands and the weapon began charging up, within a few moments it was ready to fire. He raissd the weapon to eye level, his heads up display highlighted the fighter formation and took in account the distance and speed and laid out a leading target to aim towards, holding the weapon steady he squeezed the trigger and let loose a round towards the formation. A golden light arced through the void closing the distance between it and the leftmost fighter, with luck it would blow through the cockpit and take it out of commission, 'With luck' he thought to himself.

[member="Mel'sivlal Huedain"] [member="Drazav"] [member="Durza the Zealous"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Perla Pirjo"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Vheissu Ireles"]

 

[Drazav]

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iaW5VGXyFQY

Sitting comfortably in the pilots seat of his Urban Recon Walker, Drazav immediately started flipping the numerous switches required to start it up, only pausing for a moment as he noticed the dropships' ramp lower due to the mandalorian, with all the air exiting the hangar as a result, so quickly, he pushed one last button to make the walker start up, with only a deep bass like noise audible to the droid. As the HUD of the walker came online, Drazav placed both his hands on the controls, quickly activating it's only weapon, a repeating blaster cannon, and while it might have been perfect for taking out lightly armored ground troops, it probably wasn't the best thing for starfighters.

"Arkov, Mel'sivlal, get to the left and out of my line of fire, I doubt you want to become collateral." The droid stated, giving the two men only a moment before he started firing, sending a volley of blaster bolts out the back of the dropship and towards the six fighters behind it. If they actually hit any of the ships though, would be determined by how bad the pilots were at dodging numerous projectiles.

[member="Mel'sivlal Huedain"] [member="Arkov Lyrandis"] [member="Durza the Zealous"] [member="Ultimatum"]
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[member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Perla Pirjo"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Vheissu Ireles"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Slowly heading towards the planet Durza picked up the comm to say " We are gonna have company soon so get ready im aiming to enter atmosphere soon! ETA roughly 12minutes." his cybernetic eyes glaring at the radars and other equipment. Looking over to [member="Ultimatum"] the Cyborg glance at him and licked his dry lips. " Take the controls were gonna steer her nice and steady to the upper left. Im plotting landing course right now." Grabbing the pilots controls Durza slowly started to move the ship waiting for his co-pilot to assist him.

[member="Drazav"]
[member="Arkov Lyrandis"]
[member="Mel'sivlal Huedain"]
[member="Perla Pirjo"]
[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Boethiah]

A thermal detonator? At the very least one could call it a 'bold move' because space was just that space, it was a vacuum. Free-fire wasn't going to work out here unless you were a powerful force-sensitive. Starfighters had so many computers just so they might function and one part out of place can bring 'just right' all the way to 'disastrous' due to how finicky the machines truly were. So to suggest that the detonator would actually cause any damage required one thing: An immense amount of luck and favourable odds.

Fortunately for the Primeval science was on their side and although the device did explode not too far away from the approaching squadron it failed to deliver a scratch. The silent explosion lit up the void before dissipating. Of course the chances of scoring a hit with their walker was much higher than the the thermal detonator. It probably did have targeting computers and although they might not have been for use in space they would at the very least offer some assistance with aiming the big gun.

The six fighters on intercept course spread out as the walker opened fire, one of them took three rounds to the wing and trailed off whilst the other five managed to avoid being hit and regrouped for an attack run, opening fire they began to launch a volley of lasers. The other six that went to cut off the dropship managed to catch up and spun back around to attack from below, one locking on with a missile and intending to fire just before they enter atmosphere.

Anja's shuttle broke off from the escort and made its way to a landing pad at a facility just outside of the mine. The three elite fighters turned back to an intercept course with the dropship in an effort to assist the other fighters. The Bastion-class gunboats were moving themselves into range, the small corvettes were capable of easily navigating within the atmosphere and intended to follow the dropship should they manage to avoid being destroyed by the starfighters. As for the frigate it maintained its distance and awaited the arrival of the main group consisting of several cruisers and a star destroyer.

[member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Perla Pirjo"]

[member="Drazav"] | [member="Arkov Lyrandis"] | [member="Mel'sivlal Huedain"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Durza the Zealous"]

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum felt pressure arise within systems, they hadn't quite finished the information transfer, however he had to act now. He grabbed the controls gently and took control, following [member="Durza the Zealous"]'s order. At least they weren't shot out of the sky yet. He tried to keep the ship steady, however he realized that in order to make them a more difficult target he would have to make sporadic movements but keep within the target area. To this end he began a series or calculated rough juking maneuvers. He further lowered the energy to the weapons and raised the energy to shields and engines. Ultimatum looked at the sensors every now and then, reading over the enemy locations, its didn't look good.

He didn't understand why they wasted so many resources when it was only a small craft that was 'attacking'. He assumed that the enemy guessed they were going to steal Beskar, further the amount of the material they could even fit in the ship was too small to damage the resources in any significant manner. This seemed to be a case of overkill and a show of dominance more than anything else.

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
[member="Drazav"] [member="Arkov Lyrandis"] [member="Mel'sivlal Huedain"]

 

[Mel'sivlal Huedain]

The fighters were out of Shiv's range, so he'd improvise. "Arkov, do after me!" he yelled through his comm to his comrade while tethering himself to the hanger. It was a long tether so it would suit his purposes.

Shiv demagnetized his boots and leaped out of the ship, his body wrenched by the speed of the ship, but it was worth it for this.

"HMRAAEEGH!" Shiv yelled as he let lose an onslaught of blaster fire on the fighter preparing to shoot its missile.

Mel'sivlal Huedain Arkov Lyrandis Durza the Zealous Ultimatum
Darth Vornskr Perla Pirjo Anja Aj'Rou Vheissu Ireles

 

[Theron]

He had missed, the round his rail gun had sent hurtling towards the fighters had arced just past the targeted vessel, before he had even finished reloading Mel jumped past him into open space, he didn't notice the cable leading from the man until it snapped taut catching the mando roughly. If the mando hadn't broken his spine when the cable caught him he had to at least fractured something in it, thought Arkov, the merc was too busy holstering his rail gun to ask however, still kneeling he began drawing out the extra length of the cable holding him inside of the hanger. Pulling harshly on it he made sure the cable was safely secured before he wrapped it around his hand several times to ensure a good grip, in his other he held the neatly looped excess. Prepared to follow the mando's lead he demagnetized his boots, his legs quickly kicked up and angled out the rear of the hanger, not missing a beat he began letting himself slide down the cable slowly enough to avoid injury, but before he was even a few meters outside of the hanger he noticed the half dozen fighters angled for a intercept course underneath the ship.

His swearing was silenced by the void as he crawled his way back up the wire but instead of entering the hanger he started crawling onto the underside of the ships hanger where he lowered his legs and magnetized his boots to it, crouching he made his way along the hull on all fours. The ship suddenly juked and almost threw him loose from the handhold he grasped at, he barely managed to hold onto the vessel during the haphazard evasions but carefully he inched along the ship until he found a spot where he would be protected by its armor and safe from harm, this vantage point gave him a straight line of sight looking towards the approaching fighters. The merc smiled as this position made his job a lot easier, he reached over his shoulder and grabbed his anti material slug thrower, bringing it up to bear he pulled the large bolt back and deactivated the safety, linking to his HUD a reticle came up on his visor as well as a ammo counter, he flipped a switch on the weapons side turning it from semi to auto. What the weapon didn't have in terms of rate of fire it made up for in its destructive capabilities, usually the weight was a problem but thankfully the vacuum of space was on his side. He zeroed in on the fighters flying straight at him and steadied his aim, he squeezed the trigger tightly sending a hail of high caliber rounds flying towards and around the attackers, they'd be hard pressed to dodge these he thought waiting for the explosions to start, still holding down the trigger.

[member="Drazav"] [member="Mel'sivlal Huedain"] [member="Durza the Zealous"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Perla Pirjo"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]