Lungs to Dust | CIS Dominion of Katanos VII

[Queen Bots™]

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The battle raged on through the night.​

The Confederacy soldiers would find themselves as the dawn came, picking themselves up from the bloodshed, nursing their wounds, and helping the people of Katanos VII. From the time in which [member="Anastasia Verd"] reported to [member="Srina Talon"] that the Pirate King of the Spiders had been killed the scales of the fight tipped largely in their favor. Between the untimely death of their leader, the monsters that crawled from the ground, and the CIS bearing down it was only a matter of time before the remaining mercenaries called for a full retreat.

Not many escaped the attack on the Spider’s Lair. Even fewer survived the terrifying chaos of the East Gate. Some of them simply ran into the wilderness because they couldn’t make it back to their ships that were already being secured by droid forces. It was unlikely that they would last, considering the brutal, nearly unlivable conditions of the planet—but even still, under the orders of Darth Metus, Srina Talon ordered that they be hunted down and executed.

The lucky, or unlucky Spiders that did make it back to their ships, were subsequently either blown out of the sky or chased from the system by the Confederate Storm Fleet. The Black Sun reinforcements pulled out the moment they realized that they were outmanned, and outgunned, despite the presence of Cortosis. There may come another day when they would try to attack Katanos—but next time, the Confederacy would be ready.

The Catacombs outside the East Gate would be re-sealed. They swept through the darkness, scavenged some old tech from the Cyborgs for study, but ultimately decided that what they found was better off buried. It seemed that in a dark hour Katanos had tried their hand at cloning and that the venture had gone extremely wrong. The authority in Katanos preferred that their people not be made afraid of their home, and instead, they filled the caverns and underground labs with permacrete.

With the full permission of the leaders of New Haven the Confederacy had designs to build an out-post and relief center where the old pirate base used to be. Spiders Lair, what was left of it, would be converted to a garrison where droids would be stored, in the event that they were needed. It would also be a place that could house the newly assigned Viceroyal of the planet, and any organic soldiers, without putting a drain on the resources of the people.

The Confederacy would provide the mining colony with ships to patrol their main trade routes and droids to help them with manual labor. In this way, the city of New Haven could grow, and expand without fear of overextending themselves. They would create a thriving independent community in a place that most wouldn’t dare live. As a member world of the Confederacy, they would agree to terms on taxation and Cortosis, but in the meantime the only focus was protection and rebuilding.

The people were safe. Their way of life, entirely preserved, as well as their Cortosis vein. The Confederacy had upheld their oaths—and time would see this relationship become mutually beneficial to both parties.

 

[Daxton Bane]

They found Daxton standing in the middle of a waist deep pile of dead pirates, his body armor cracked for direct blasts, blood oozing out from over a dozen wounds. Somewhere along the way, he had lost his helm so his face was caked with sweat, blood and Cortosis, save for the breather mask covering his mouth and nose.

It was a good fight indeed, but it was the turrent team who deserved the credit. It was their corruption of the defenses which ultimately created the breach Daxton needed to get in and cause some carnage.

Taking a canteen from his pouch he upended it over his head, water slashing down on red tattooes skin, cooling him down and getting rid of the sticky feeling.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Location: Near Spiders approach
Post: 5
[member="Aova Nerys"] [member="Anastasia Verd"] [member="Daxton Bane"]

The armory was awashed with the few pirates that remained after most where cut down outside by the turrets and those not burnt to a crisp in the hanger explosion caused by hers truly. She watched on with an amused expression as the panicked filled spider gang member, fumbled around with equipment, their lack of numbers, combined with the screams of those dying made their mind and bodies weak, unfocused and ultimately easier to kill.

Stepping into the small ammo filled room, the veteran mercenary idly stood there, arms crossed, waiting to see how long it would take the pirates to notice the new intruder. Something which took longer then expected, standing there for a few second before several turned their gaze followed by the rest, around 15 or so pirates, "I would say lay down your arms and surrender, but you are pirates, scum only worthy of death". "Besides it is not like yout kind for ever g-", a large crack sound was heard through the room as a slug was sent towards Kurenai, stopping just mere inches from her face.

"ive up... suppose I should finish you off". Raising her hands two streams of lighting shot out, running through the metal weapon the pirates had in hand, jumping from on person to the next. A lethal pain running through their brains and heart, killing the enemy combatants in but a few seconds, leaving but slightly burnt remains behind. Sensing around the last few force signatures dropped from existence, two close in proximity to [member="Anastasia Verd"], "It appears the leader has been dealt with, guess the fun is over".

Holstering her weapon the Dark Jedi strode out to the barracks area, seeing Bane bathed in blood, surrounded by dead bodies, Verd exciting from the main structure, the trio congregating in the middle of the base, the stench of death blanketing the area, "Well, I had fun". (story done)

 

[Maple Harte]

She had run out of ammo twice, and had resorted to grabbing a dead spider gangmember's rifle to survive. The zombies had been relentless. No matter how much fire she and the ones around her poured downrange, they had just kept advancing out of that hole. Spider gang members had tried to complicate it by firing from windows, forcing Maple to countersnipe at buildings through the night, even while the east gate threatened to be overrun by monstrosities.

She had kept firing at each shambling creature, one soldier acting as her spotter, helping her pinpoint priorities. She had shot more than a few of the zombies just as they had been about to smash some poor confederate's skull in. But even with as many as she had shot, more than a few died. By the time it was over, the east gate and surrounding areas had been splattered with blood and viscera. She and the troops around her had begun advancing towards the hole, checking the dead among their own forces. She was caked in dust, sweat, and blood, and was coughing. The battle droids and the other soldiers, securing the area, but she advanced towards the hole with the other teams, exhausted. She'd need a full check up after a night breathing this crap. The dust obscured everything, kicked up by the fighting.

It wasn't long before clearing out the area began. Soldiers organized in groups to explore and possibly route the catacombs if needed. And Maple volunteered to be among the salvage teams. Cyber zombies had to have some goodies to them. At least a few.

The good news about the catacombs was that, for the most part, they had emptied out of zombies. A few stragglers here and there, which were quickly shot, but the catacombs, parts of which were filled with old outdated computers and other tech, were remarkably intact, and she had set to work helping the soldiers drag out the corpses, as well as try and figure out what the hell had happened in this place. They knew something unethical had been taking place here but many details still eluded the ground teams.

It was dragging one blasted open corpse from the catacombs to a pile to be burnt topside, that she spotted something shiny on the forearms. Parts of the inside were exposed, but it had gotten her attention just being shiny.

This corpse appeared to have been built for melee...fine, pointy, edgeless vibrotips in a red, steel color were in special housings in the arm, and what looked like strange, golden, hexagonal powercells.

Prying the parts of the corpses arms open, she got out a fusion cutter a soldier had loaned and severed the tips from their position inside, prying out the power cells carefully, sticking the weapon tips into her pocket before going back to her business of helping organize the cyber corpses for disposal.

She was drained, tired, and it was unsatisfying work. But it got done. Plus, she had established at least something of a reputation with the military, as well as the troops: she was the kind of person who was not afraid to get her hands dirty with the rest of them, and would be just as willing to endure what was in this case a quite literal fog of war. Hopefully news of that attitude would reach the higher ups and she would get more work.

But in actuality...she had actually gotten a sense of purpose being here, fighting alongside them. More than she had ever really gotten in years, dominated as she was by her obsession with the Mind-Binder.

She knew the hunt would have to resume...but for now...she felt like she had actually accomplished something...for herself. She even felt the call of the Force much more distinctly...

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Final post. Exited