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Location: Outside New Haven, Katanos VII Objective: Liberate New Haven Allies In Vacinity: [member="Kayla Wylen"] | [member="Vulkanus"] | [member="Aya Clarke"] | [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
Cresting the outskirts of the street that seemed to funnel towards the city, Dalton was out to support [member="Maple Harte"] and her recon. Except she had found some resistance. With his rifle in both hands, Dalton navigated the chunks of rocky debris and didn’t falter to keep moving in order to reach the building.
Dalton nodded to a battle droid outside, followed by a human trooper armed to the teeth and stepping out to prevent unwanted access.
”Watch that convoy,” he indicated to the speeders moving out.
”Roger roger,” the battle droid nodded, signalling to a number of his unit to pull in.
He moved into the smashed up door way and walked through, light streaming in from the gaping holes in the structure. There was the Witch and the soldier. Dalton shook his head with a bemused smile.
”Well well well, we meet again Miss Van-Der - ”
Dalton was cut off by blaster fire zipping overhead. It came from above from a large hole in the ceiling. Without hesitating, Dalton span and raised his rifle and let off three solid shots in the direction of the attack. He tore through some plaster and heard the muffled groan of a human, who fell through and topped over down to land in a heap on the ground floor beside them. Dust sprinkled down with the loose plaster, and Dalton stood tall again as if nothing had happened.
”We meet again Miss Van-Derveld. Glad you could join us. Miss Harte, are you alright?”
The General walked over as the battle droids from outside broke off into the building and headed to the upper floor to sweep and make sure no lone pirates or mercenaries had taken nest there to ambush the Confederacy.
”The convoy is off, so we should move as soon as you can.”
Location: Near the Spider’s Lair
Objective 3
Allies: [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Aova Nerys"] [member="Anastasia Verd"]
Daxton crotched behind a low hill, drawing a breath of filtered air beneath his reflective mask as he recovered from his brisk run. Only a complete idiot or perhaps someone with a suicidal complex would be walking around without some sort of air filtration gear, cortosis dust build up was a nasty way to go. The dirt caked the wet membrane of the lungs, forming a tar like sticky mess and prevented the extraction of vital essences from the air. It wasn’t quick either, symptoms could manifest even after two decades of initial exposure, usually in the form of a persistent nasty dry cough that doesn’t so away.
Now to draw out the pirates into the open, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a white feather weighed down by a small black lode stone. Whispering a quick incantation in long forgotten language, he tossed it to the ground. Seconds later the ground began to shake, back and forth, more like a tremor than an actual quake.
That was more than enough to get the defenders out of the buildings and into the open. No one noticed the turrents were facing the wrong direction until they opened fire into the packed crowd. Then all hell broke loose as the weapons systems began shooting at defenders.
Drawing a pair of matching obsidian blades from their sheath, Daxton charged forward taking full advantage of the chaos to breaching the outer wall and joining the massacre.
Once Maple had spotted signs of activity. She had moved from her position to relink with the rest of the military, and it wasn't long before she finally spotted Dalton and Katrine some ways off and rejoined with them, presenting the datapad to the General containing the places in the city thst had been marked.
"I'm fine General. I have what I think may be intelligence regarding strategic points. This could be misdirection on their end, but I'm not completely confident about that idea. The areas they marked don't make any sense. Unless they brought something with them."
Maple was trying in the meantime not to trip out that she had run into Katrine. The delicate looking girl indeed could actually kill it seemed. Why was it always the hot ones who seemed to be deadlier, in her experience? So far since entering the Confederacy, she had identified several varieties of femme fatale. And absolutely delightful varieties of murderous Force Adepts. More than she could literally shake a stick at. And she could shake her stick at a remarkably high number of people and objects. Mostly for fun, but twenty percent of the time it was just brazen paranoia. One of those bastards was watching her. She'd prove it someday. And then she'd shake that damn stick at whoever the hell it turned out to be.
"Do we know anything else about this city beyond its decrepit state? Have any of our ships spotted anything from above?" She asked as the convoy began moving, completely covered in dust by this point.
Feel free to rp Maple getting onto whatever vehicle Dalton is getting onto, or even just walking with her if you have to, [member="Dalton Kenway"].
Aston Orfeo never liked taking orders from others. Infact, he never liked to do much of anything, unless he karking well meant to. He lifted a flask of alcohol to his lips as he watched his people fight amongst themselves, laughing, drinking, and generally making complete fools of themselves. It was typical. His men needed time to unwind, no matter how driven they were for a pay day, and this little camp was the perfect place to let them do it. It was far enough from New Haven that they would see an attack coming a dozen clicks away but close enough that they could launch their own ventures without difficulty.
After a moment of observation, he took a long drink of his brew, before swallowing with a grimace.
“Rubi, this whiskey tastes like bantha piss.”, Aston ground out, growing annoyed, that while he had to remain on this backwater mining colony he had to settle for rotgut. He held the flask out to the no-nonsense redhead that was rather seamlessly seeing to the needs of the savages in the mess hall. “Fill her up with something good. I don’t care who you have to skin to get it—just get it done.”
“In a minute.”, the sassy woman responded, her voice touched with a wild-space accent. It wasn’t unpleasant, but she sure didn’t come off as some snot-nosed Correllian brat. If anything, the fact that she stared down someone has intimidating as Aston Ofero without blinking meant she had some a backbone ten times stronger than durasteel. “I have more important things to do than to be at your beck and call, majesty. The smuggler at the table beside ya has been waiting a long time.”
Aston frowned. Deep, dark eyes seemed to weigh her words, before he pulled a blaster from his gun belt. The tile of Majesty had not been complimentary. He pulled the trigger once, twice, three times and the raucous laughter in the mess hall went completely silent. The body hit the floor not seconds later, the sounds of choked gurgling heralding a swift death. The Spider King breathed in loudly through his nostrils, before slamming his weapon down on the table, so he could lean back in the chair. “He ain’t waiting anymore.”
Rubi stamped her little feet, half the size of Orfeo, and snatched the flask out of his hand. Furious blue eyes looked around the hall, and her hands went to her hips, her tone even less respectful than it had been. “What are all of you starin’ at? Get that thing out of here. It’s unsanitary.”
A few of the mercenaries scrambled out of their seats, jumping to respond to the matronly woman, who seemed to have no fear. They picked up their dead crewmember and carried him out of the mess hall, doing heaven knows what with the body. Rubi didn’t rightfully care. “And you, Orfeo, stop shooting men before they pay. Hooch and company isn’t free.”
Aston smirked at the Rubi but said nothing as the hall returned to normal, as if nothing had happened at all. His point had been made. No one came before him, no matter who they were, or who they thought they were. He had two of his best on their way to New Haven with at least half of their numbers. They intended to lay siege on the poodoo-backrocket mining colony. They couldn’t mount a defense against a bunch of friendly chickens, versus a veritable army of ruthless, well-trained Spiders.
Soon enough, they would take out the only thing standing between them, and control of the Cortosis. Then, the Black Sun would swoop in, pay the Spider’s a king’s ransom for their services, and the pirates would be on their way.
The ground began to shake intensely, knocking over pitchers of ale, gambling pieces and a few drunk crewmen off their stools. Aston could hear their weapons systems going off. Was it another pocket of lethane gas going off?
He had no idea that it was [member="Daxton Bane"] or the Confederacy coming to the aid of the people of Katanos. Picking up a piece of crusty bread he threw it at the man directly beside him. “Earn your position, ya chit. Take the boys and investigate whatever that was.”
Location: Outside New Haven - A Distance from the East Gate #3
Since when did New Haven have actual defenses? Since when did they have fighters? And since when did they have battle droids?
Cai sat in a dusty, rust-bucket landspeeder with his best girl, Ronnie, and watched their mercenaries fall into place around New Haven. Orfeo had given them a singular mission. A singular job that been nothing but clear skies, and smooth sailing, until now. All of their sting attacks had been well planned. They hit the food stores in New Haven, the armory, and had made it nearly impossible for the miners to actually do their work. If they couldn’t get enough Cortosis ore dug up and refined they wouldn’t be able to fill their orders. What little they managed to make would be confiscated by a variety of Spider ships waiting to intercept shipments in orbit.
It should have been easy. A connect-disconnect. “Are you seeing this?”, he questioned the dark haired woman at his side, passing her the macrobinoculars, just in case the naked eye wasn’t good enough. He wasn’t sure how she could have missed it though. There were ships, actual ships, not clunky rust buckets docking in the poorly outfitted space port.
Actual drop pods were falling around New Haven itself. Droids, shiny and new, marched out with murdery little photoreceptors.
“We need more men. More fire power.”, Ronnie replied simply, declining to take the cushy eye-pieces, and instead began to make a comm call. They needed more reinforcements. For some reason, she couldn’t seem to reach their leader, Aston Orfeo, so instead she tried to make contact with the Black Sun. She couldn’t imagine what would happen if they failed. It had never been an option, or a thought, in any of their minds. “—And we need them now. Our people can’t outlast this. The Haven has high walls. If they have fighters inside this backwater town just turned into a trap. With all the lethane pockets its one huge powder keg.”
Cai didn’t respond, but Ronnie knew his silence, and let him be. He was thinking. Fuming, mostly. They’d had these fools on the ropes for days now. How had they managed to find support in such little time?
Once on the comms, reports were flooding in from all cells, that soldiers were shutting them down. Her lips pressed into a thin, terse line, when she heard words like ‘CIS’ and ‘Confederacy’. Thankfully, however, their Black Sun contact informed them that reinforcements would be dispatched immediately. If there was one thing they didn’t want to lose it was control of the Cortosis market.
“Black Sun is coming through. They’ll be dropping down more mercs as soon as they can. In the meantime…”
“…We hold them off.”, Cai finished for her, a little grin lighting the vague disinterest in his eyes. There was a bit of a bloodthirsty psychopath in him. Ronnie loved him for it. “Let’s go in guns blazing.”
“That’s the only way I know.”
Turning around she signaled to the three squads of Spiders behind them, below the rocky hill, and they began to move forward with intentions to bombard the East Gate. It was closest to the pathetic barracks and the refinery offices. They were at least twenty-five able-bodied mercs in each group. They would blast in the East Gate, and hope, that the rest of their explosive plans for the West Gate would come to fruition.
It was do or die. If the Confeds didn’t kill them, Orfeo, or the Black Sun would do them in all the same for sending this job down the commode. Failure wasn’t an option.
The toxic air and cancerous atmosphere of the planet was a problem to most, even to some on like Kurenai that could regenerate body matter in but a few minutes. Though it was not like the Dark Jedi would allow even a speck of dust to sully such a well-kept and refined temple that was her body, the age-old woman utilizing breath control and her force shielding techniques to form a dust free zone, eliminating the need for a gas mask. Beginning her slow approach, she considered the words of Verd, those befitting of a lone wolf with ease, though to some extent true.
As a squad commander worrying about other did often get in the way of a battle, and sometime working by oneself was more... productive, but it was not always a wise idea. What would happen if one was captured or badly wounded in combat? If then is was best to have help of some kind, and in this case, though working semi-independently each operative during the fight would be able to assist the other if need be. All this while going after individual targets within the unkempt rat away of a base.
Getting into position Kurenai crouched down, awaiting Banes signal for the attack, herself expecting some grand, and boy did he not disappoint, the very earth shaking as if under the Siths control, men exciting their abodes thinking of an earth quake, oh how unfortunate of them. The sound of blaster fire filled the air as turret turned against master, pirates caught off guard as their own deference cut them down, many unarmed, just dying like a domestic animal for the slaughter. Through the whole ordeal Kurenai just starring, unflinching, not emotion, creeping closer towards the hanger bay, raising her pistol only once to nail a pirate who had been, relieving himself behind the tent, "so uncivilized".
Location: En Route to New Haven [Headed toward East Gate #3] Post: 2 Objective: 1
“Someone needed to.”, Srina responded to the Supreme Commander plainly, steel eyes cold, even in the face of his warm features. She could feel the thankful humor building in him and she did her best not to let it affect her current outlook. She needed to be calm, controlled, and rational. The uneasy feeling she already had was bad enough. Detached and bland was the way she operated best. Her recent stint in a bacta tank told her, more than anything, that following emotional waves that seemed to feed the Sith were a mistake. Pain was supposed to make them stronger.
Despite her extensive training…It had made her weak. Embarrassingly, unforgettably, weak.
She couldn’t say that she didn’t want the dark-haired man to fall ill from breathing in dust that may or may not be lined with poison, due to the Cortosis mining, but she could try and prevent it. Actions would need to speak louder than words—even if he didn’t fully understand them. “We should move. There are plenty of droids to keep the Ferocity safe and Darth Metus is still on board coordinating. I almost pity the fool that chooses this ship as a target.”
The pale-skinned Echani headed toward one of the speeders that were set up and swung one leg over the side, before she settled down, gripping the handles carefully. Srina could be a demon when it came to racing others through open terrain, always pushing her bike to the limit, chancing her success on blindingly fast reflexes. She pulled on a pair of goggles that were wrapped around her neck, before pausing, when another figure made his way out of the assault frigate. [member="Jayce Pryde"] was a slowly growing familiar sight, although, she thought that he’d still been assisting her Master.
It appeared not. Srina waved at him to get his attention, and gestured toward one of the pristine speeders beside her. There were at least a half dozen. “I wasn’t aware that you’d be joining us so soon…”
“[member="Aryn Teth"] and I will be supporting the relief efforts for New Haven. Your assistance would be most appreciated.”, she spoke, her voice soft, yet strong in the Katanos wastelands. There was an air of aristocracy that the white-haired woman could not avoid, no matter how she tried, her culture bleeding through her training. Without further ado, her speeder roared to life as she primed the engines, and she took off with a shot. They were already behind the rest of the teams.
While on the way, she realized that she had several messages waiting from CIS members, including [member="Dalton Kenway"]. His news was disturbing. She queued up a call as they crossed the vast, rocky, barren terrain and responded to his concerns. “The Confederacy has moved out. Most that were headed to New Haven are already there…What’s your status? What did our agent find?”
It was right about then that Srina, along with Aryn Teth, and Jayce Pryde came in contact with what looked like a small army of mercenaries about to attack the East Gate. They were currently mowing down drop pods of droids that had been deployed, using shields against blasters, and cutting down any organics that got close. They were a wild, motley bunch, with very few uniform skill-sets. It just looked like wholesale chaos. Quickly, she went back to her comm, and hopped on the channel that many of the CIS were using. “There is a decent sized force of Spiders moving in toward the East Gate. More than sixty strong—Less than a hundred. If you can get to that size of New Haven we could use the help.”
The three of them could not successfully take on that many fighters on their own. Another thought started, and though she was loathe to engage in such fierce measures so quickly, she did have control of some rather intimidating weapons for a reason. The young woman contacted one of their droid run transport ships in obit and called for two sets of B3 Ultra Battle Droids. Two units, five droids each, should more than suffice. “Let’s hit the Spiders from behind.”, Srina spoke to Jayce and Aryn. “We should remain a tight unit, don’t space out too far, so that we can cover each other.”
Srina hoped that the Confederates inside New Haven, or nearby, would be able to respond. Regardless, she intended to join the fray, and do as much damage as she could, until they could turn the tide. The Echani had taken to throwing things at her enemies and much like she had utilized the Basilisk droid on Tatooine, she pushed up and flipped from her speeder, just before it would have crashed into a few of the mercenaries.
In midair, the snow-kissed woman whispered, ‘Draw’ and a disruptor appeared in her hand from what seemed to be thin air. She fired rapidly, not aiming for the Spiders, but for her bike. Eventually one of her fanned shots hit paydirt, and a small explosion, hopefully small enough not to detonate a lethane pocket, rocked the feet of several of the mercenaries. It sent a couple flying, but only those closest to it seemed to suffer major burns. A few had metal parts sticking out of them, masquerading quite grotesquely, as new appendages.
Still, it was a distraction, designed to slow them down. Srina could only estimate responses, and crossed metaphorical fingers, that it would be enough.
Kayla had never been a warrior. She was not the killer that she perhaps needed to be at times, but when one knew this about themselves they would be able to find what it was they could do to make their presence felt on the battlefield. Although in her previous life standing out was a bad thing, now she was able to turn it into something useful.
A distraction.
The s'kytri, while remaining airborne, lifted her Force Cloak to reveal herself once more. While watching Katrine move the very ground beneath them as she prepared her attack, Kayla herself gathered the Force around her. "Don't look up," she said through her comm as a warning as her hands flashed with energy through the use of Force blinding. While the Spiders were caught off-guard and instinctively looked up, Katrine would face little resistance while doing what had to be done. In the time she took to head back to solid ground, the opposition had already been wiped out and her ally had quickly made it to one of the food stores. As she began to move she spoke into her comm again. "I will sweep the area from the ground, to make sure there are no other threats."
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After an uneventful look around the area, Kayla had made her way back to the food stores. A somewhat cautious-looking man watched her approach, A sight at which she softly smiled in an attempt to convey she was an ally. "The man who is about to warn you is doing so because of me, no cause for alarm." It seemed that he had already understood the situation and freely let her pass without any problems. Quickly the woman made her way to the small group that had gathered around Katrine, tilting her head downwards slightly to greet the others. "The direct surroundings of the food stores are clear for now. No doubt they will regroup and strike back soon if we let them."
Realizing she was inside a building, as much as it could still be classified as being inside Kayla quickly folded her wings back to take up less space. Her attention then turned to the people she did not recognize. "I believe we have not met before. My name is Kayla Wylen, it is a pleasure to meet you." The introductions were cut short however as she noticed a man who had seen better days, at which she quickly moved over and began channeling her Force healing. "Hold still please, and close your eyes. Try to relax," Kayla said to him before aiming her words back on the people she had been talking to before."My apologies. Fortunately his wounds do not require my complete focus, perhaps we could take this time to decide on our next move."
He lowered his head and barreled through another scumbucket pirate, and then another. Both of them were thrown off their footing by his shoulders as he connected with each one in a one-two tackle motion. Behind him, Sergeant Nanoyxe Kniaroux, or Nan pressed her boots against back as he vaulted her up into the air. Her body twisted to send, one, two and three depleted baradium sticky grenades flying toward what had been deduced as a machine gun nest. The squad could hear the pirates scrambling to escape but the moment Nan hit the detonators, pink mist and body parts spewed into the air.
"East Gate!" Hakanu shouted, they weren't exactly close but it meant they'd have to haul ass or find transportation. "Excuse me sir, I believe you're being relieved of your transportation." As he all but punched his way through the door of a mass transit vehicle, "I hope you'll find this as compensation and is this vehicle empty."
"Uh, yeah yeah no it's empty."
The driver took the offered credit stick as Hakanu loaded his men onto the vehicle and in it... "For force sakes."
"Geez, Hakan really?" Nan asked.
He sighed and gestured to the steering device. "Just drive."
They had apprehended of all things, a party supply vehicle complete with maroon velvet from top to bottom. Plush leather seating, and a golden pole plus an amazing bass sound system. Hakan used the butt of his rifle to knock out a few of the windows, "let's go!"
Nan exhaled with a bit of a chuckle as she closed the party vehicle's doors and started it up. Down the city streets, they went, haulin' for the East Gate. Unfortunately, the construction forced them onto the highway, and as the squad kept firing. "Hang on!" Nan swerved onto the ramp tilting the vehicle to one side sending Hakanu toppling over onto the other side of the vehicle. With a grumble, he got to his feet and rushed for the windows again, as the vehicle sped through weaving in and out of abandoned vehicles and duracrete barricades. Whisps of death still flung from the barrels of the 92nd, half of them held onto the window frames while the other half clung to each other.
"East Gate, coming up!"
Nan pushed the vehicle to its limits as she opted for a makeshift off-ramp made of wasted construction trucks.
The party bus soared through the air missing the East Gate completely.
"Alright boys and girls, time to make an emergency exit!" Nan strapped explosives to the steering wheel as Hakan kicked out the back door and the boys and girls of the 92nd in their trooper armor jumped out. Hakan landed on top of a few produce barrels, and even with the armor, it hurt. "Nan..."
"Listen, I am paid to make things go boom not drive them!"
Hakanu sighed, "could you at least AIM for the Gate?"
"Get on the ground now!" The order was given forcefully as the pistol was pressed harder to the side of the head of the whimpering girl. Muad knew madness, understood fear, could see the machinations of hatred and revenge. The spider would kill them both. It was etched in the hard features of her face, in the ready stance of her body.
It would have been easy to take out the woman, yet the child would be collateral damage. Once that would not have stated his hand. Why it did now he couldn't exactly pinpoint. Slowly he dropped to his knees, hands up in a show of surrender. But surrender was not the Mad Man's intentions. Not by any means.
Using the force he burrowed into the girl's mind, snatching her control from her easily. Shielding the innocent soul away from when being able to see what occurred next he waited as the pistol was moved from the girl's head and aimed at his chest. The Spider sneered, "You're dead."
Returning her grin which gave the woman pause Muad controlled the child, plucking the blade from the pirate's hip and plunging it into the spider's gut. Staggering back, her hold on both the child and pistol loosened she watched the child rip the blade free, a massive hole in her abdomen.
Rising swiftly Muad moved forward and lashed out a snap kick to the woman's left knee, a satisfying crunch and scream as the spider fell writhing to the ground. Kneeling next to the bleeding pirate Muad grinned as he pressed his hand upon her rent belly.
"You're dead. But not too fast ..."
The alley filled with the woman's screams as Muad slid his have into the cut and deep into her intestines.
Ten minutes later Muad walked from the alley, the young girl sleeping peacefully in his arms. The ordeal would not even haunt her dreams as the Exile had scrubbed her memories ... The only trace the blood that stained her clothes. A soft touch upon her brow as Muad strode through the city to return the child to her parents.
Both the Spiders and the Confederacy seemed to forget, almost entirely, that Katanos VII was a mining colony for Cortosis. Where there was an ample supply of Cortosis, there was always a handy, dandy supply of highly combustible lethane gas underground. The miners knew to avoid it. They could only watch in horror from the safety of their city when one explosion went off. It was small, and there was no additional rumbling, so eventually they heaved a sigh of relief. The lethane pockets chained and formed frequently. This was the reason for using brute force hydraulic jacks versus energy tools.
The area outside of the East Gate would be quick to look like a war zone. Battle-Droids belonging to the CIS were dismembered in short order, occasionally, with their still animated heads often complaining about the viewpoint from the ground. The seventy-five Spiders led by Ronnie and Cai, whom of which, for all intents and purposes seemed to be blaster-toting psychopaths, would find that they were soon to be pinched between the walls of New Haven and incoming CIS reinforcements.
There was whistling sound in the air followed by an audible thud that sent shockwaves of pressure from its epicenter. Drop pods. Several of them. Some contained the B3 Ultra Battle Droids that Srina Talon had called down from Confederate ships that lingered in orbit, intent on keeping Black Sun forces at bay, while others were the reinforcements that had been promised to Cai and Ronnie.
Then, in the middle of all the chaos, a speeding PARTY SUPPLY vehicle thankfully missed the East Gate, and instead ripped through mercenary forces, mowing them down by sheer velocity. An explosion, one that rocked the very ground they stood on tore from the vehicle and completely decimated any of the Spiders that were too close.
Through the screams, the smoke, and the sudden presence of fire it became apparent that the improvised car bomb from team [member="Vulkanus"] had torn into the ground. Yet, it was not a lethane pocket the explosion found. It was a long forgotten catacomb. From deep within the sounds of old, rusted out machinery could be heard clicking to life, and more smoke began to pour from the massive hole.
Red eyes appeared from the darkness. One by one, rising from the ground, like ghostly specters. They looked near-human, covered in cybernetics, but it was clear there was something wrong. The first creature to reach one of the fallen Spiders dropped surprisingly fast and reached for him. The mercenary squirmed away, clutching his wounded arm, but would find slimy, half deteriorated hands wrapping around his skull.
The creature, a defunct cyborg clone, began to slam the man’s head into the ground over and over until he didn’t move anymore. Once satisfied that the organic was eliminated—It turned red eyes to new targets.
TLDR:
The bombs broke into a catacomb outside of the East Gate. Left a huge hole. Cyborg Clone’s are crawling out of the hole from a failed project many, many years ago. Clones are fast, but with fractured programming, more machine than anything else. They cannot be reasoned with and don’t let them get their arms around you. They’ll crush you to death without a thought. They only know to kill. Destroy them all, get rid of the Spiders, and the reinforcements.
Location: Outside New Haven, Katanos VII Objective: Liberate New Haven Allies In Vacinity: [member="Kayla Wylen"] | [member="Vulkanus"] | [member="Aya Clarke"] | [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] |
The voice of the Sith came through his wrist com, and Dalton stood up, peering outside as he did, watching the convoy move through to the city.
”She’s fine,” he replied to [member="Srina Talon"] via com, you’re your message is clear and understood. Heading to the East Gate - ” An explosion caught his eyes in the distance just as the shockwave and sound rattled through them seconds after. ”Message loudly received!”
All-out war seemed to erupt down in the city, and it was a sign that no matter what plan had been initiated before, that was out the window now. Dalton slung his rifle around to hold in his right hand and jogged outside.
”Available forces head to the East Gate right away!”
A troop of soldiers and droids, along with a couple of speeders, almost broke off in wonderful unison to head out to the East Gate where the Sith Acoltye and her forces had reported the attack.
”Time to go,” he shouted to the troops behind him. He turned and helped [member="Maple Harte"] up. ”We’ve got to move. I suggest you sit this out if you’re hurt. You’re no use to the Confederacy dead.”
Letting go of Miss Harte, unsure if she would listen to him, Dalton moved. Outside the building, a small transport sled armed with a mounted rifle on the rear was waiting, and Dalton hopped in.
”To the East Gate. Keep moving and don’t stop for anyone until I say.”
He held his rifle in two hands, fingers flexing, ready to move out and be an attacking strafe around the Spiders and provide back-up for the Confederacy forces at the gate.
Wearing: Knightly Armor, sans helmet. Helmet replaced by gas mask.
Carrying: Knightly Sword, Durasteel lance
Vehicle: Speeder Bike
Post: 4
Why was there always a mess just as she composed herself.
She'd barely managed to get up and get almost to the ground level before the explosion rocked the foundations around her, causing the armored woman to pause, holding onto the wall for dear life until it stabilized. The woman huffed in annoyance and quickly made her way back to the Confederacy, retrieving her lance and sitting herself atop a speeder bike. She situated herself nicely, and spoke through the comlink to Dalton and Maple once more. "I'm traveling light, so I'll be moving ahead to New Haven. I'll report if I can on what exactly is happening."
She fastened the comlink to the bike and blasted off ahead of everyone, headed straight for the East Gate.
And by the Goddess what a sight... she shook her head and quickly scanned across with her eyes to try and figure out where best to aim herself. DRoid, droid, droid... wait that last one wasn't theirs. She furrowed her brows and gunned it, leveling her durasteel lance towards the thing as she slammed straight into it, the lance aimed at its head. It didn't take much to imagine exactly what happened.
Well, it bled.
She picked pressed the comlink's activation stud as she slowed down for safety's sake. "Unknown combatants, they seem primarily focused on organics from what I can see. Doesn't mean they won't break the droids if they get the chance. Eyes sharp." Turned off, secured, and she locked eyes with her next target, another of those Cyborg things. They were more a problem than the Spiders, the spiders were easy to understand.
She revved her engines and charged again, this time impaling the thing on her lance, and another, and another in just that pass through. The bodies came a ways before she finally shook them off, and again turned to make a pass.
Blaster fire singed the air around her, naturally, but her eyes ignored the sources, as she prepared to hold the line.
Location: Remote Wilderness, Katanos VII Objective: Knowledge Post: 1 of 1
Liberate the planet? People liberated themselves. They were not liberated. To liberate someone was to enslave them to your ideology.
Er'in would enslave no one, if you create slaves, you create people who seek to free themselves.
So while the attack was taking place, she'd followed a remote lead on the burial site of an ancient Jedi.
It had proven to be genuine, the delicate remains of an ancient lightsaber currently sat in a sealed stasis box, the clothes the Master had worn shortly before he 'died' (Er'in had come to adopt the term 'transcended' in such instances) were also sealed away for study. Unfortunately, there wasn't actually much of use here - a great deal of interest, certainly. The visions of the battle that filled her mind spoke of a man who's power and strength in the light had never failed him, even in death.
That alone was a lesson - strike me down, and I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine. Immortality in the Force.
Unfortunately, her presence had also attracted one of the local gangs who'd decided the lone female was worth robbing. She stood among the smouldering corpses, one heeled boot on the back of the gang leader, who still lived. She leaned down casually to pull him up by his hair.
"Look." She stated, forcing him to gaze upon the bodies around him. "This is what a lack of foresight leads you to. You are blind, friend. Blind and without allies, wandering lost through the world. You could free yourself, if only you could see. I've lain where you are now - staring down death and disgrace. But I overcame it, I am stronger for it. Do you hate me? Good. Use that hate and you might become someone."
A sharp blow the back of the head knocked him unconcious and she sighed. She should kill him, but charity was a virtue, and this lesson might show him how utterly fruitless his existence on this planet was. She stepped away, moving to collect her few finds and then to make her way back to the others - from the comm chatter, they were just about wrapping - or maybe not. She might as well go and see if her help was needed.
Location: At the Food stores (5), New Haven Post: 3 Tags: [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Aya Clarke"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Vulkanus"]
She'd been nearly done with healing one of the injured when she heard the familiar voice of [member="Dalton Kenway"], who was interrupted by blaster fire. Katrine instinctively moved over the wounded, protecting him from further damage as the structure gave into more damage. "Damn it," she mutted under her breath before she before Dalton gave another try at the sentence, actually finishing it this time before he'd asked Miss Harte if she was alright. "Harte? Maple's here?" She wondered first. "Nice to see you two, Dalton. Can you can shoot about so I can lend a hand here?" Katrine had only asked, though wasn't expecting much of an answer in this very moment, concentrating on the man's wound to finish up.
When she finished up with the one, she looked back at Dalton. They should have moved? "I just got here. There could be more," she insisted, looking around. She moved to another against the wall but his injury was far less severe than the one before but she still worked on healing the wound.
By the time she finished, [member="Kayla Wylen"] joined them, informing them that the surroundings were clear but the pirates were expected to regroup and strick back. "You'll be fine," Katrine told her patient before she stood again, with every intention to respond to Kayla when the explosion occured. "Frak, what was that?" She'd focused on the wounded and the immediate dangers to her when she'd been coming to the food structure, she'd lost some track of what was happening beyond the walls. "Maple, are you injured?" Katrine turned her attention to [member="Maple Harte"] when she heard what Dalton said. "We have more wounded to heal here. Srina knows to use the communicator if she needs my magic," she told the general, her attention returning to the woman she'd met on Ryloth. There were still those that needed to help and when she could be useful to the miners, it felt wrong to just abandon them.
Location: Between General Supplies (8) and Stolen Ore (7) Post: 3 Tags: [member="Aova Nerys"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Daxton Bane"]
Close to reaching the bottom, Naha'va stopped and held tight as she felt the vibrations of the ground. She stayed still for a few moments before ensuring her mask was secure and beginning to move foward silently forward just as the turrents began their fire.
A smirk formed on the assassin's face as she walked, though the innocence of the child's face could hardly contain the sinister intentions of the spirit that held her control. When she would draw near the lair, Naha'va broke into a run as she concentrated on the force, jumping high in the air to land at the top of the walls that fortified the walls, examining the space between. Pirates were already exiting the mess hall when slid down, slowing her fall down with telekinesis, darting between the two structures as the turrets gave in, shooting at the Spiders who had come out of the large building.
It was when Anastasia noticed one of Spiders poking his head from out of the barracks, his cover keeping him temporarily safe from the turrets. That just wouldn't do, Naha'va decided as she grabbed her knife, throwing it at him. The small blade struck at his knife, and he fell, half in and half out, dead. The assassin only had to call her weapon through the Force to return to her hand before she'd reached for the hilt of her lightsaber, moving slowly towards the light mess hall. Naha'va had every intention of completing this as soon as possible.
As orders were received Dalton advised her to sit out. But while she had been rattled by the fight earlier, she was as much a fighter as anyone there. She was there to fight. And she wasn't incapcitated. She began following others when the rumble from massive explosions in the distance caused her to hit the ground out instinct, covering her head. She stumbled back up, righting herself, getting out her rifle as Katrine asked if she was injured.
"I'm fine. Katrine...I think that was a gas explosion. I gotta go outside and help shore up defenses at east gate. And tell that lady who flies that she has pretty wings!" Maple called out running to join the military, hopping onto a speeder transports outside railing with her rifle and staff. She got on the roof once they were close to the gate, Maple going prone, hearing the creaking of ancient machinery in the distance. There was blaster fire echoing towards some massive hole from other troops but her sight was obscured, in fact, the whole area was obscured by a large cloud of dust for a few seconds.
Things seemed to go quiet save for blasterfire, curiously like Maple's own head. What the hell were they shooting at? Several troops close to her took position behind wreckage about a hundred and twenty meters from the large hole itself, but the dust obscured everything. She heard screaming in the distance, but couldn't get visuals with everything clouded.
It was the screaming of a soldier just next to the transport that alerted her.
"AHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The soldier screamed below her as he finally caught sight of the shambling mechanical horrors heading for them. Maple's heart went still as she spotted them through her scope.
There were zombies in this reality. In addition to everything else, every new and exciting way to horribly die in the galaxy, it had zombies.
This is awesome, Maple thought as she opened fire, to busy shooting back to listen to Clarke over the com. Those things were fast. But they were zombies, and Maple was used to Zombie Anakin Skywalker, who had eaten her over nine times. These were nothing.
Not sure what kind of zombie they were, Maple played it safe and went for Torso shots first. Some kept chugging while others dropped. Then she went exclusively for headshots. She dropped three but more were still coming. She kept firing.
"I HATE ZOMBIES! FOR THE CONFEDERACY!" She shouted, firing as fast as she could down range, keeping track of how much ammo was left. The soldiers around her rallied at her shout, increasing the intensity of their fire at the hole full of monstrosities.
Kurenai watched Verd with a raised eye brow as the Assassin leap to the top of a wall,darting around the roof tops like a shinobi, firing with almost point precision aim, gunning down the pirates that had recently exited the compound. It was quite the imaginative sight, but just raised more questions about the woman's origins, that ever present feeling of knowing her one way or another making Kureani suspect the assassin was older then they looked.
Leaving the woman to her work the veteran mercenary stalked her way into the hanger bay, int time to see pirate scrambling for their old fighters and ugliness, the force cluing her int that they where attempting to silence the turrets outside. "Sorry children, but play time is over", raising her arm Kurenai took hold of a nearby fighter using telekinesis, flinging the ship into a nearby container, a massive fire ball erupting from the canister sparks caused by the scraping metal ignited the fuel. The heat from the explosion singing people and other fighters alike, spreading quickly along the hanger bay floor, killing much opposition as well as bringing a nice distraction to her presence.
"hmmm reminds me of fire work... proceeding to next target", keeping to the shadows Kurenai slipped into the connecting hall way, slowly making progress to the armory and gambling den.
Location: New Haven [East Gate #3] Post: 3 Objective: 1
Things went from bad to worse in a solid few minutes. From the time that her speeder exploded, to the time that another, much larger, explosion went off—Srina had thought that this was a rather even fight. The Spiders were skilled but not with the same mercilessly efficiency of the Confederacy. They were scattered, disorganized, and couldn’t seem to focus their fire. It was the largest advantage Srina could see, aside from their droid forces, that would give them an edge. The slender Echani found herself lost in the fray, though still remaining close to [member="Aryn Teth"] and [member="Jayce Pryde"], in order to keep from getting stabbed in the back.
The apprentice had been run through more than enough as of late. It was not something she wanted to create a trend out of.
She moved with inherent grace and speed, her brilliantly white lightsaber singing through the air, slicing through flesh and unprotected body parts as if it were butter. The small woman knew just where to strike for a humanoid and alternated between left side, right side, head, and legs. Srina seemed almost serpentine as she moved, as if she lacked actual bone structure, and her enemies could not find purchase. Their blaster bolts would be absorbed by her Starfire Protocol, and if that failed, she called on her dueling shield.
Her opponents grew frustrated. The more she attacked, the more that fell, the more quickly they seemed to lose numbers. Srina was not quite satisfied with her performance, and found herself inflicting superficial numbing wounds, versus her typical mortal blows. [member="Darth Metus"] was correct. She was not entirely healed. Not yet. It was only when fighting, truly, that she noticed inconsistencies and flaws.
The snowy-haired Echani redoubled her efforts and emotionless eyes seemed to shift when she forcefully drove her blade through the belly of a mercenary. There. That was better. The man before her fell to his knees and she pulled her saber free, before twisting her wrist, so that she could bring that blade horizontally across and take off his head.
The only good enemy was a dead one.
There were other enemies moving now, creatures that she didn’t understand, but she could feel them—in a way that confused her. Moving, breathing, perhaps some functionality of being alive…But they were more savage, broken machines, than anything else. There was no sentience. Hearing the message from [member="Aya Clarke"] Srina frowned, but continued on in the fray, only pausing when she could to respond. “I see them too. Spare none, General. We’ll cleanse the area of Spiders and these abominations all the same.”
Srina spun quickly and let her blade follow, slicing into one of the cyborg creatures that attacked her, arms spread forward. There was no skill involved. It was just fast. Dangerously, fast. The small woman was likely on saved from being trapped by it because of her training and slight genetic advantages. When she took off an arm, she was surprised to see that not only was there pallid, almost rotten flesh beneath, but wires and pieces of metal.
What experiment had gone so horribly wrong on Katanos? How long had these creatures existed in the dark, perhaps in pods, just waiting for a lucky accident to free them? They would have to do deep scans to see if there were any more secrets buried. Cortosis was the only thing they wanted coming out of the ground. Not, murdering, witless cyborgs.
She heard [member="Dalton Kenway"] respond to her call and hoped that with their own reinforcements they could push back the tide. The B3 Ultra Battle Droids seemed to have decided to root themselves with their density projectors, and set to utilizing their flamethrowers, setting Spiders on fire. The air reeked of burning flesh and decay.
Under the protection of the rooftops, Naha'va had made her way to the large structure, taking a look inside. One man was seated down, a woman was working the alcohol, a couple of them were getting up to check out what was happening outside. She waited, pressed against the wall as both exited, reaching out for the first and cutting his throat with the knife before the other one had turned, only to see the young woman's face as she had summoned the Force to give herself additional strength before she'd kicked him in the abdomen, pushing him into the viewpoint of the turrets. The weapon did the rest of the work for her, shooting out the pirate.
Another sneaked look inside, she noted the man's back still turned away from the doors and the woman from behind the bar. It was enough information as she slid inside, using the Force to move what would seem no more than a blink of an eye as she appeared from behind the woman, grabbing her and covering her mouth. "Where is the leader?" She muttered into her ear, the woman objected silently before Naha'va pressed her knife against her jugular. The woman pointed to the man seated. In the next second, she'd rammed the knife straight into her vein, holding her as the blood spread across the bar, her other hand covered her mouth to prevent her from making a sound as she slowly put her down behind the bar. Slowly, she'd moved up, to make sure she hadn't caused a reaction in the man seated before she'd moved over to him.
With far less quietness, her feet had made sounds against the floor as she moved, reading her weapon as he turned his head, noticing her. He drew his blaster and shot, her thumb igniting the blade to intercept the blast in her direction. "Who're you?" the pirate had wondered as she smirked. "I am the death of you," Naha'va merely whispered before she'd kicked his wrist, making him drop his blaster before he'd charged at her, angered. Naha'va jumped back to avoid his launch at her and when that hadn't touched her, he'd gone to punch her. Naha'va ducked down, kicking him between the legs with her knees as she rose, making him come to his knees.
The easy alternative always would have been to sneak up behind him and end his life before he had even noticed but where, oh where, would the fun be in that, the assassin decided as she looked down on the pirate. "Say goodnight," she told him before swinging her lightsaber, cutting off his head before he'd managed to move. It fell to the side and rolled away while the body fell. Naha'va stood there for a moment, savoring the sensation of a kill for a split second before she reached for her communicator, reaching out to [member="Srina Talon"]: "Their leader is dead," she spoke out into the device, deactivating her lightsaber as she did, making her way out of the mess hall. There was no doubt some more Spiders left but without the King, the rest would fall easily.
