Not as planned. Not as planned! [CIS Dominion of Siskeen Hex]

[Derek Dib]

Location: hangar
Post: 10

His hand to his chest as he lay on the deck he grunted. This was not a good day. The meeting interrupted, droids attacking, a terrorist plan unfolding. It was over of those days. Gripping the barricade he pulled himself to his knees and pulled the discarded rifle over. Derek had joined the diplomatic team and didn't wear any armor. That was also the last time it would happen.

Closing his eyes he felt the brushing against his mind from Tmoxin and a painted smile crossed his lips. Pulling in the force he focused his thoughts.

Are you near a ship that can get here my ... Tmoxin?

He shook his head lightly from his defining wording. Looking around the hanger he tried to boost his vision while amplifying his presence like a beacon for their location. Raising up he braced the rifle and began firing into the remaining droids, his face a sallow color. He shouted out to his fellow confederates.

"Can anyone get a line of that comm frequency for the group claiming responsibility!?"

[member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"]

 

[Aya Clarke]

• Objective 2
• Location: Near to the Chambers of Wisdom
• Posts: 2
• Allies: [member="Kurenai Yumi"] & [member="Tmoxin Temi"] & [member="Derek Dib"]

Clarke nodded her head, shifting her closed helmet's face cage down over her face, completing her protection. Between her body glove, the chain gambison, and her durasteel plate armor, she was rather confident in her protection. Not to mention, while the woman was not force sensitive, let alone trained in such arts, her 'battle senses' honed from her lifetime of training were still quite able to pick out the warning signs of impeding combat. While Tmoxin took cover from the fire, and requested Clarke take the time to return to the ship and send out the warning, the armor clad woman stood rather firm where she was.

Not out of foolish bravado, of course, but out of knowing her limitations. She had almost no chance to dive into cover without hurting herself, her suit of armor wasn't what one might call 'light' after all. Instead, she activated her shield gauntlets, two concave disks of protective energy flaring to life, and moved with purposeful grace to protect the woman's body from blaster fire. Droids, plenty of them, were marching in waves at the two, though the first were flung by the force user Aya had just spoken to.

Activating her encrypted comlink, Clarke spoke to her pilot. "Send out a warning to whatever CIS ships you can manage. Alert them that renegade droids are on Siskeen and reinforcements are required to bring the situation to a swift resolution." She deactivated her right shield, and with a resounding shing drew her similarly durasteel blade, resting its blade on her shoulder as she looked the situation over real quick. She figured a path in her head, as she slowly moved to Tmoxin's cover.

"Do you have an idea where we need to advance to? I can cut through these droids simply enough, they're no different from the armored knights I'm used to, I simply need to know in which direction to move."

 

[Natalie LaForte]

Objective: Bring your own (Major project)
Allies: CIS - N/A
Enemies: N/A

(OOC NB: Sorry for the double post but I just wanted to wrap things up so this doesn't look confusing to myself)

"Argh you're so fat" Carina exclaimed while opening the door to the cantina, and began to move as fast as she could with her sister in her arms. All the while, Natalie grunting as her legs were dragged across the pavement and her heels too. They came to a halt as they made head first down an avenue and her sister laid her down on the ground, opening her communicator.

All was not well in their world though, as 4 suspicious individuals began to make their way into the same avenue.

"Heh, Royalty doesn't run far."

Carina's head turned to the large female Rodian who was grabbing her blaster and drawing it.

"Royalty? The only thing that's Royal here is how I'm going to Royally kick your karkin' butt, now scram big girl." Drawing her SMG and aiming directly at the end. The other side was the first to break the stalemate as the Rodian opened fire and her three minions began moving strategically through the dark alleyway, moving from trashcan to trashcan while Carina had propped her sister up against a dumpster, and she herself was holding her own weapon down the side and providing suppressing fire, hoping and begging that Natalie would awake from her slumber and help her in dispatching them.

The firefight was right next to a busy lane, and drew the attention of many.

Finally, with blood running down her face, Natalie arose and was fuming. Perhaps it was the adrenaline or that her slumber was awoken by some fat Rodian and 3 other humans, 1 female and two male, or perhaps it was whatever she had been drugged with but she was going to destroy these twerps. While she was past killing people at this point, these people needed to learn a lesson.

She outstretched her hand and focused for a second, causing the Rodian to drop the blaster pistol, which in turn caused a shriek from her own voicebox as she made a comical action of throwing her hands up. Her minions though, were unphased. One of the men was getting pelted with bullets and clutched his stomach, while he wouldn't bleed to death, it would put him out of the fight for now.

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Objective: 4. Track down the origin of the Libra Collective's broadcast.
Location: Siskeen capital
Allies: [member="Sol Damerin"]
Posts: 3

The situation on the ground in the Siskeen capital was far too dangerous to bring the Fire Squad Deus Volt to Siskeen given the fact that most of the droids on the planet had gone a little berserk, turned against their owners and were now marauding around the city. Morgan did not fear for her own safety as a quick test when they’d landed proved that she still had all of her facilities and remained loyal to the Confederacy.

But it did mean she would need backup, and that’s where Sol Damerin came in. The hired mercenary would accompany the human replica droid to find out where the Libra Collective had been hiding out and either convince them to stop holding the citizens hostage with their dangerous droids, or take them out using deadly force if they were unwilling to negotiate.

Before they left the safety of the spaceport, Morgan, clad in Confederacy armor, wasn’t sure which weapons to bring. Her combat routines, programmed into her when she was Head of Security for Hegemonic Automaton ensured she knew how to fire any type of blaster, swing a sword or even use a neuronic whip, but that did not mean she knew which weapon to choose in this situation.

"I know we'll need ion blasters, but what else should I bring? A rifle? A stun gun?"

Originally built to be a protocol droid, the blonde HRD was much better suited to diplomatic missions where she could translate or assist with information. But this uprising threatened the influence of the CIS in the Arkanis Sector, and so close to the Galactic Empire, losing the planet to rebellion - to a bunch of scientists no less - was not a chance that the Confederacy could take.

 

[Natalie LaForte]

Objective: Bring your own (Major project)
Allies: CIS - N/A
Enemies: N/A

(OOC NB: Sorry for the double post but I just wanted to wrap things up so this doesn't look confusing to myself)

The next one was the girl, who made the foolish assumption that fighting in heels put you at a disadvantage. What a joke. Her movements were extremely sloppy, tripping over some loose garbage that was sitting in the middle. Natalie took this opportunity to advance and kicked the man clutching his chest, all the while reaching down and searching for his hold out blaster. Her heels clicked a few more times before she pointed it to the woman who was on the floor, and in a moment of mercy she moved the blaster to hit the lady's leg.

Although now Natalie was caught off guard, the Rodian made her move and due to her large size shoved Natalie to the ground, squeezing her wrist and forcing her to drop the blaster. Natalie struggled, making grunting noises and furthermore couldn't even concentrate enough to make some sort of desperate defense. The Rodian made a move for a headbutt on Natalie, but she barely managed to move her own head enough to make the Rodian's hit smack into the concrete, causing an open wound to form.

The final minion tried to move forward to Carina, but suffered the same fate of being caught in the crossfire, collapsing next to his friend. A few on-lookers easily mistook this for some sort of sexual encounter and began pointing and laughing.

"Get OFF of me you fat lug" mustering her strength to get the Rodian off of her and shoving her onto the body of the woman. Fortunately, had no sort of sexual connotations involved with it. Natalie made a point to put her heel against the woman's throat and lean down slightly.

"Never. Mess. With. Me. Again." and ripped off the woman's necklace. This was about as much work as she had done for this little project of hers, and was the only she was willing to do given otherwise she would have to rip off of her clothes which wouldn't come close to fitting Natalie, nor did she feel like putting in the effort to look at someone's body naked in public. Too much bad press.

"I'm done with this kark-hole." Wiping some blood that had formed from her lip.

"Ditto" As the two began running down the alleyway and pushing the crowd away that had gathered at the end.

 

[Sol Damerin]

Objective: 4. Track down the origin of the Libra Collective's broadcast.
Location: Siskeen capital
Allies: [member="Morgan Redeaux"]
Posts: 1

Sol hadn't worked for the CIS before but when they offered him a stack of credits he'd been hard pressed to refuse. Not because of the money but because of the bonuses that they'd suggested might be on the table and a slight niggling in the force that told him it was a good idea. Which had led to him standing to the spaceport he was currently occupied with a young woman who handled a weapon like a professional but acted like a rookie.

"Urban combat, bring at least one non-lethal option for civilians. Then whatever weapons you are most comfortable with. Preferably something that is good at medium and short range. You won't usually have line of sight for anything seriously long range. You'll also want to avoid explosive to stop collateral damage but a few breaching charges wouldn't go amiss. Never know when you might want to take out a door."

Folding his arms across his chest he waits for her to finish. His loadout was mostly the same as it ever was, his only armour a battle chest piece that could stop a bolt or slug well enough, his twin short vibroblades in their harness, and his blaster pistol at his hip. You don't start using new gear, proficiency in combat usually came down to using tools you were already comfortable with and knew would act reliably. However he was carrying a few useful gadgets in his pouches, like breaching charges, and he'd added an ion capable shotgun to his gun belt slung low underneath the small of his back.

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Objective: 4. Track down the origin of the Libra Collective's broadcast.

Location: Siskeen capital
Allies: [member="Sol Damerin"]
Posts: 4

It dawned on Morgan that the mercenary did not realize she was an HRD. She was not programmed for deciet and saw no reason to hide the fact that she was not an organic being.

“Thank you, Mr. Damerin. So a stun weapon, yes?” She holstered a small stun blaster. “And perhaps an EMP grenade, two regular grenades and a thermal detonator for good measure.” Her blue eyes flashed momentarily with a strange, bright light as her pupils roamed over Sol using her Doppraymagno scanner to see if he had any type of circuitry fused with his flesh as EMP weaponry might do unintended damage to a cybernetic implant.

“I’ll be using my circuit scanner module to detect any vulnerabilities in droids or machines if we need to know who or what to target first. I’m not sure I can slice into any of them to disable or re-route their intentions but…” She shrugged. “If you have not noticed Mr. Damerin, I’m also a droid.”

She strapped on a small and sleek wrist rocket launcher onto her forearm and said, “I don’t think it makes sense to check the main laboratories here in Siskeen first. It would seem to me that the scientists would likely hide themselves among the local population. But where to go first, I’m not quite certain.”

 

[Sol Damerin]

Objective: 4. Track down the thing.
Location: Siskeen Capital
Allies: [member="Morgan Redeaux"]
Posts: 2

Sol was in possession of zero cybernetic implants. He wasn't against them persay, but there was nothing that they could do for him that he couldn't do through The Force. The list of grenades she elected to bring gets a blank stare from Sol. "Well, I said breaching charges. Most people consider those shapable explosives, but sure if you want to bring a bunch of grenades go ahead. Just be careful with them wouldn't do to cause collateral damage."

"I noticed." Sol says simply in response to her declaring herself a droid. He was Force-sensitive he picked up on these things. "As for first locations when looking at for a signal. Tall buildings with broadcast towers are where you start. Usual ones that are defensible and connected to whatever force you are fighting against. Or a building that went mysteriously silent at some point in the last little bit."

Rolling his neck he thinks on it for several long moments. "My guess would be either the local holo-net broadcast station. Or one of the local tech firms towers. Either or would provide them what they needed and the staff would be evacuated or easily pacified." He was starting to see why he was here, you could download knowledge into a droids brain but information without experience was rarely useful.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Objective: 2 (make sure Dib does not kill himself)
Location: Hanger bay
Post: 4

"Draw the enemy fire away from him", she was unsure of what the battle trained diplomat, but from the way he was relaxing, the invisible power of the force surrounding him, it could only mean on thing. Light and dark, both side of the force, creating more power that either alone, "everyone, get down".

The following, and blinding electrical shock sent ripples through the force and well as a deafening echo. The tendrils of lighting decimating the incoming droids, each spark jumping from on the other other, spreading out like a tidal wave, almost un-stoppable. 'I really need to learn to use my power more effectively, being showed up by a diplomat, and a child at that'. A large sway of droids dropped to their demise, but not all, a stray shot hitting him in the chest, his body collapsing, "Fuck, Dibs down... 'dam where is our support'... give me some cover, I'll draw their fire until the drop ships arrive".

It was stupid and rash, put unlike the others here she could afford to act that way, her blade one again igniting in the dark orange she leapt over the barricade, the new force of droid still recovering from the electric attack, the smoldering husks providing a small smoke screen. "Ahh, is one of them attacking us again", the battles droids friend did not respond as the blade sliced its head, "Why don you see for yourself".

[member="Tmoxin Temi"] l [member="Derek Dib"] l [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Aya Clarke]

• Objective 2
• Location: Near to the Chambers of Wisdom
• Posts: 3
• Allies: [member="Kurenai Yumi"] & [member="Tmoxin Temi"] & [member="Derek Dib"]

Clank, clank, clank.. Metallic footsteps approached far louder than the general was comfortable with, and Aya wasn't going to let some reprogrammed and re purposed droids interrupt polite conversation. "Pardon me, Lady Temi.." She dipped her head in apology, before rising up with her blade held firm, one hand grasping the hilt of the weapon properly, the other the blade itself to hold it in 'half swording' position. Stepping out around the cover, she punched one reprogrammed B1 droid in the chest, the cross guard puncturing the droid's circuitry and causing it to shut down, before she pulled her hand back and looked to the next.

This time, she thrust the sword like a spear, puncturing a softer target in the side before plunging the entire length in, once more cutting the droid's vitals off from the rest. The droids that had come so close to them followed suit, as the woman used every motion as a setup to the next, puncturing the droid armor with her crossguard not unlike the tip of a pickaxe, or using her weapon as a spear to hit vital components with ease. The last few that approached were wise enough to back up, but Aya moved her hand down to the second, and swung her weapon overhead like a miner who just spotted gold, going into one's neck and down into the chest cavity, before pulling back again to do it to the other. This wasn't a full wave, but a good dozen or so droids lay deactivated at her feet within a very short time frame. She ducked behind cover again and dusted off her shoulder.

"Apologies, where were we?"

 

[Derek Dib]

Location: hangar
Post: 11

I'm want long before an Umbra Dropship flew into the hangar, the external guns mowing down several lines of droids. Seeing one of their own dancing through the droids slicing through them they held their fire allowing Kurenai free reign. Setting upon the landing pad the ramp lowered and twenty soldiers disembarked.

Forming up in the skirmish line several began ferrying the diplomats into the safety of the ship while a medic and two soldiers carried Derek aboard. A sergeant shouted for the ship to leave and quickly the Umbra exited the hangar to be replaced by two more. As the soldiers lined up the sergeant moved toward Kurenai. "We have orders to clean sweep the palace. The diplomats are safe. You can exit on a ship it assist in the clean up."

Snapping a salute he formed up the troops and they began moving through the palace as more troops arrived. There plot top eradicate the diplomats failed but there would be plenty of fighting until the transmission was found and deactivated. So the soldiers did what they were trained to do.

 

[Malok]

V

SCRREEEEEEEEE! THUD!

The battle had taken its toll on the turbolift, causing its ascension to be quite the laborious task. When it finally came to a screeching halt, Darth Metus had to steady himself upon the wall. Instinctively, his lightsaber found its way to his waiting hand, erupting into a blade of crimson. Hisss. The doors gave way...

And the hail unleashed upon them.

A squad of Battle Droids had completely dominated the Bridge. This was both a challenge, but a blessing in of itself. The challenge was overcoming the adversaries in his current state - yet the blessing came in the fact that their numbers were small. This was simply due to the nature of Confederate vessels: a large portion of their systems were automated, thereby requiring less crew to operate effectively. This meant taking over the Bridge required a bare bones team...this meant Darth Metus and his Apprentice had a chance.

In a well practiced series of motions, the crimson blade whirled against the blaster bolts which came too close for comfort. However. He did not attempt to bat away every attack which entered the life. He couldn't. He simply allowed some to burn past him, burrowing into the wall adjacent to his form. Offense was an illusion at this point...

"Akabane! What I showed you, DO IT!" he barked.

[member="Akabane Jarvik"], [member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

Post: 4

The climb to the top of the ship seemed to be easy enough, if he took his mind off the possibility of crashing back down. Akabane focused on the task at hand instead. Once they reached the bridge he wondered what waited for them there. Dead men, zombies, droids, in the end it didn't matter because someone was in control, an attacker or perhaps attackers. He prepared himself for when the turbo lift stopped to meet whatever was on the bridge.

When they arrived the attackers didn't waste any time, firing as soon as the doors of the turbo lift opened. His master had already ignited the blade of his own lightsaber before the doors even opened. Akabane didn't know why at the time but did now. He activated his lightsaber too and busted out of the machine while Metus gave his support. Akabane got behind cover since blocking so many shots would be incredibly difficult for him.

Another command. Akabane wasn't sure if he was capable of leading the attack but he did have some confidence. Enough to fuel his power. "Right." he shouted over the gunfire. He focused on his past as he did whenever calling on the dark side. Akabane peeked around the cover that he was using and unleashed a wave of energy, knocking back most of the droids.

He launched forward, lightsaber in hand moving quickly towards the remaining ones. A shot from one of the droids hit his shoulder. The initial pain caused him to trip and fall, he somehow recovered without getting shot again. Akabane threw the light saber at one droid and kicked the gun from the other before crushing it's head with his robotic foot. It all happened so fast that he forgot about the pain, he could conceal the feeling of the blaster bolt from his face but the limp arm told a different story.

Akabane knew that he couldn't take them all down at once, that's why he had a follow up attack, but it allowed access to the bridge for some time. He sat down to rest a moment. "I think this is all I can do now, I know nothing about controlling a starship of this caliber." he looked at the crushed head of any droid. "Besides I can't fly a ship this big."

[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Objective: 2
Location: Near to the Chambers of Wisdom
Posts: 5
Allies: [member="Derek Dib"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Aya Clarke"]

Tmoxin was so used to engaging in combat with other Force users and sentient beings that honestly the rows of soldier droids had thrown her for a loop. As a Dark Jedi Master she had energy reserves to keep up a steady stream of telekinesis attacks.

But what if they just kept coming?

She could not help but smile when she heard familiar Derek’s voice come back to her as though a radio signal. By the Grace of the Queen Mother, she missed him.

Oddly enough, I’m cowering behind mine. I think if I can hold off the waves, I can get back into the Stingray.

Tmoxin felt slightly guilty leaving Aya out there in the open with the droids, but then again, she had not realized how bulky the woman’s armor was. But after she broadcast the appeal for backup, she made her way over to the Hapan’s position.

“It’s called the Chamber of Wisdom.” There wasn’t time to pull up a holomap, but she remembered it was to the south of their position.

“Out of the hangar, make a right and it’s up near a row of government buildings.” Tmoxin palmed her lightsaber hilt and said, “On the count of three. One, Two… Three!”

 

[Aya Clarke]

• Objective 2
• Location: Near to the Chambers of Wisdom
• Posts: 4
• Allies: [member="Kurenai Yumi"] & [member="Tmoxin Temi"] & [member="Derek Dib"]

Count of three. That worked well enough. Aya gripped her sword, still holding onto the blade rather than the hilt, as she listened. One, her metal gauntlets slowly gripped more firmly, making the woman thankful that the blade couldn't cut into her hand at the time. Two, she shifted her weight, preparing the path in her head. There was a route of least resistance they could follow, and it would lead directly where they were going. That would be the path she would cut...

Three. Regardless of if Tmoxin was behind her, Aya moved into action, full force slamming her body into the first droid and sending it sprawling back. She had quite the mass behind her, what with her full plate armor, and it hardly helped the poor things that she was an expert of melee combat and knew how to use her weight. The next droid wasn't so lucky, as she slammed the cross guard into its chest, puncturing its sensitive parts with ease before she grabbed hold of the hilt, this time with both hands. The more she had fought these things, the more she understood them. Their parts weren't the best, and she could do this without needing to worry so much about fighting an 'armored' enemy.

She was surprised at how easily her cuts removed the use of their arms, exposed wires sparking as her blade cut a path through the enemy renegade droids. At such close proximity their blasters were rather ineffective, and only sparked against her armor as the blasts would be dispersed first through the plates of durasteel, then the chainmail, and finally the bodyglove itself underneath. It made her lurch forward every-time she was shot in the back, but she was able to keep pressing forward so long as they didn't get a lucky shot, or get smart and use electric attacks. Quite frankly, she was lucky her all-metal sword wasn't electrocuting or shocking her as she cut wires, it was only by her speed that she managed to escape such.

She followed through with her planned path, down to the instructions given, before finally finding respite past the droids, she lowered her weapon, flicking her shield on as she peered back around the corner of cover to see if Tmoxin had followed suit.

 

[Malok]

VI

The Young Wolf was learning.

For but a moment, Darth Metus allowed himself a moment of satisfaction. At his command, [member="Akabane Jarvik"] tapped into the darkest corners of his reality. In that moment, the Force was his to command...the Dark Side fell heavily upon his shoulders. The Young Wolf howled through the Bridge, putting down his enemies in a primal display of Force. Although the Droids scored blows against him, the Sith's apprentice would not be denied. In mere moments, the Bridge was clear.

For now.

"You did well. Very well." came the Sith's compliment. In the same moment, Darth Metus stepped from within the turbolift and immediately approached the primary console. "See if there's any ordnance from those droids. Grenades. Anything that can buy us time if another wave comes." With this instruction given, Darth Metus splayed his fingers across the console.

"Support, we've made it to the Bridge. How the Kark do we keep this thing from killing us?"

[member="Akabane Jarvik"], [member="Miss Blonde"], [member="Natasha Darkstar"]

 

[Ak'lya]

There was static for a moment on the comms. The AI was waiting as they walked across the bridge. For a moment, inside the computer, he stood on the bridge of a similar ship, crashing as they had. Three other versions of himself split off, one of them limping. They began to work on controls, striving ceaselessly until the whole bridge exploded into a ball of fire. He frowned, the scene rewinding until they were at the beginning. The forms moved out new tasks, this time sending the wounded one sprawling across the floor. It would keep the other two alive, although in need of rescue. As for the wounded one, he didn't know. He couldn't know. But it would save the most people. He had to try.

Besides, if it did kill him, the AI had no doubt the Sith Lord could raise himself from the dead.

"Strask. Got your landing strip. Coordinates sent to the Courage." He nodded, and sent the word Thanks across Natasha's screen. Then, the AI sprung into action.

"Isley. There's a pilot's chair directly ahead. Go to it. Akabane, Console directly to your left. There should be a set of coordinates and an option to send them to the command chair. Do it." He was silent for a brief second. "Once you have those coordinates, I need you to turn the ship to your right. It should move you enough to get you clear. Once that's done, pull up as hard as you can and don't stop until you hit ground."

In his mind, the figure flashed again, skidding across the floor. He shook his metaphorical head. The risk was necessary.

[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Akabane Jarvik"]

 

[Mara Rockwell]

Objective: Help [member="Tmoxin Temi"] and [member="Aya Clarke"]
Location: Near the Chamber of wisdom
Post 1

Fresh out of college, hacker girl. Who would have guessed one of her first jobs after graduating would find her dodging bullets and running alongside guys with guns. The blue skinned girl looked at her datapad listlessly, scrolling through the SpaceBook feed like she was in the middle of some sort of transit to classes instead of on her way down into a shooting zone. The forward team had already gone ahead to work on softening up resistance, and since they were met with droids as the main resistance--well she was being called out to help take care of that beezz-nass.

One of the four armored men with her ratcheted his power pack on his pistol, sighing and looking at the frail blue skinned female beside him. He pulled his side arm from its holster, offering it hilt first, "Here, come on. Take it."

Mara looked at it and blinked, "Uh, thanks but, no."

He shook his head and sighed, holstering it reluctantly, "Your either crazy or braver than I'd expect."

"It doesn't matter," Mara replied, looking back at her datapad, "Its all a simulation, after all."

"Uh, sure."

The drop ship ground to a halt in the safe zone, the doors flung open and Mara found herself running between the four massive men, charging towards her target zone, right behind the squad leader. She spied a few dead bodies along the way as they entered the . They sure were going for realism here. They made it through blast-shattered halls where droid remains. But she wasn't going to where main fight was with Aya and Tmoxin. Her squad took a turn down a different hall that led to the main security room. With brute strength alone the squad leader cowed the door down. Be still my beating heart, Mara thought. She knew what she'd be thinking about later tonight.

The duo of battle droids in the room were gunned down by the other memebers of her squad. Mara stepped in over their remains, and quickly got to work.

"Hullo!" she said cheerily over Aya's and Tmoxin's comms ((And anyone else in their crew I haven't talked to off discord sorry)), "This is your friendly neighbor hood tech support, here to make your life easier, have you tried turning it off and turning it back on again? Like this?"

The girl flipped a switch and for a second the lights were off--only to turn back on again.

"Please stand by for further assistance, we promise your call is super important to us," she said cheerily, and over the general PA system, elevator music would begin to play.

Satisfied with her entry, the woman began tapping across the consoles, bypassing layers of security and firewalls. First she uncovered the layout of the building, and the power allocations, second she took over the main power frame of the building, and third she began working on the security keeping the droids running. It was a tight firewall, well made.

"Good for you, you made the Alpha base code, eh? Well try my proprietary shadow algorithm will show you what's what," she muttered, plugging her datapad into the console. The slicer switched her comm back on, "Thank you for your patience. We are currently working on a forced reboot, until then please enjoy our complementary target practice and a map of the building, thank you for choosing Blue."

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Objective: 4. Track down the origin of the Libra Collective's broadcast.
Location: Siskeen capital
Allies: [member="Sol Damerin"]
Posts: 6


Morgan nodded, considered placing the grenades back into the armory, but she did not. Still she appeared vexed, but mildly so, much like a woman dressing for a fancy dinner deciding upon which stilettos to wear and taking a long time to do so.

She quickly calibrated the map of the capital and said in a somewhat monotone voice: “According to my GPS the buildings with the highest communication towers within the vicinity of the scientist’s laboratory are the Observation Spire and Prime Union Tower. Should we try there first?”

Calibrating again, Morgan added, “The Tower houses a numerous amount of technology companies. But I also like your idea of the holo-broadcast station. Yes, Mr. Damerin that sounds like the best route to take.”

The blonde HRD knew exactly where they were going so she’d lead the way, but as they walked down the sidewalk, Morgan skipping onto a moving sidewalk to expedite the trip, she had that perplexed and somewhat sheepish look again.

“May I ask that we keep the collateral damage to the droids to a minimum? I mean… it doesn't make sense to waste all of that precious metal material.”

 

[Sol Damerin]

Objective: 4. Find the thing.
Location: Siskeen Capital
Allies: [member="Morgan Redeaux"]
Posts: 3

The HRD agree with his assessment, which doesn't surprise Sol. Droids were rather interesting in that they could learn and adapt like organic life. However, they could also be programmed with information like all synthetic life. An HRD was a droid built with the eventual goal of blossoming into a full artificial intelligence, at least from what he understood. Likely she'd downloaded a bunch of military information into her head but now needed to learn things that a seasoned soldier like Sol knew. Intuition and application of tactics. You could learn a lot from data but you couldn't learn everything.

"I'll see what I can do." Sol says. Unlike some people, he wasn't bigoted against droid life. His opinion on whether or not you were a person focused mostly on whether you were sentient and a droid could certainly be that. Some people may argue that artificially produced sentience didn't count, but eh he didn't see the point in splitting hairs. If you could have a conversation with something it deserved a level of respect, more so if it displayed clear feelings about things. He could tell the request to spare droids was motivated by sympathy for beings like herself and he respected that.

So together they made their way down the street. She had a literal map of the city in her head so he let her lead. He kept his eyes peeled and his senses outstretched with the force, not seeing the point in hiding his presence in a war zone populated mostly with droids. "But remember this is war. Don't hesitate to pull the trigger if it comes down to your life or theirs." He says in that same bland tone.