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

[Akabane Jarvik]

Post: 5

"Thank you, master." he said with a grin. While most people wouldn't be grinning in a situation like this, Akabane found himself doing so. The grin was lost quickly as he was given another command. He was tasked with gathering any extra equipment that could fend off another attack. "On it." A few blaster's were laying around along with a couple thermal detonators. Lucky us.. he thought, imagining one being thrown at them back then.

After picking up a blaster and keeping it his one good hand, deciding to leave the thermal detonators there for now, he heard a voice again through his comm. He wasted no time in getting to the console as instructed. Moving quickly he selected the option to send the coordinates to the command chair. "Alright captain, the Courage is in your hands now. Save the day." he said as his eyes now focused on the entrance just in case reinforcements came.

Slowly, Akabane made his way over to a wall to lean on. "Hey master." he called out. "Just a thought but is there a chance the enemy will surround us after we crash?" he doubted the droids turning on them and the ship falling out of the sky was due to some malfunction.

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

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

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

Morgan was a natural at taking orders. Originally created for crime lord Bartho Redeaxu as his protocol droid and companion, it wasn’t until she landed a spot as the Chief of Security with Hegemonic Automaton that she had her combat routines installed. And even then, her programming was limited to brute force and innate ability to wield most weapons, not necessarily any operation that required military strategy or tactical finesse.

In a few blocks, the pair found themselves in front of the holo-broadcast station. But before Morgan could slice into the locked entrance, another wave of battledroids marched up the street.

“Don’t hesitate to pull the trigger” Sol had said.

But despite her combat routines fighting for supremacy against her AI, she realized she could not pull the trigger.

“I-I-oh this is distressing. I don’t know that I can bring myself to do this.”

She had shot at droids, even fired weapons at sentients before but for some reason, today? Morgan would not attack what she ultimately saw as her own race. “I’m used to saving them, putting them together, not blasting them to pieces, Sol.”

Morgan was holding out on a vital piece of information to both her Confederacy masters and also the mercenary. She’d never had a memory wipe. Ever. And the longer she went without one, the more her AI was at risk of developing a taste for true sentience.

 

[Sol Damerin]

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

They made it the broadcast tower without much trouble, which was good. However, before Morgan can slice the door open a wave of droids comes down the street. She raises her pistol aims at them and hesitates. Sol's reaction is to lean against the door just out their range of sight as the droids open fire. Blaster bolts come crashing towards them peppering the building around them as he stands as calm as can be. If Morgan didn't move she'd be blown to pieces.

Assuming she had the good sense to join him in cover he'd give her a blank stare as he stood there calm as can be. "I don't think that your reluctance matters much to them." He says dryly as they get closer and closer. Poking his head out he pulls back in time to dodge a bolt. "In fact, I think they want to kill us. Here is some advice, when you are at war there is an us and a them. The them is anyone trying to kill you, the us is everyone you need to protect. So I got a question for you, what's more important to you. Keeping your hands clean or staying alive to protect those you work for?"

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Objective: 2, Location: Near to the Chambers of Wisdom
Posts: 7
Allies: [member="Aya Clarke"] [member="Mara Rockwell"]

Aya recognized that the droids themselves were not well-made, but the sheer numbers of them would threaten the unprepared. Luckily, neither woman traveled without a level of military readiness. Still droids did not feel nor could you negotiate with them. They would keep coming unless someone found the code or the signal to shut them down.

As tedious as it was, Tmoxin followed behind Ser Clarke, parrying the blaster bolts, cleaving droids in two and shattering them with short and violent bursts of telekinesis. Sweating inside her helmet, she smirked at Aya and quipped, “That wasn’t so bad.”

As though a gift from the Hapan Queen herself, Mara Rockwell’s voice came into her comms unit, startling her momentarily. With tense lips pressed together she nearly interrupted the girl's chirpy words, until the hacker began talking through her slicing. Tmoxin could hear the rapid tip-tap of a keyboard in the background.

“Keep doing what you’re doing, Blue, and if you get into trouble, broadcast your location, and we’ll be there.”

 

[Malok]

"Chair. Right. Pull. Got it."

The response of the wounded Sith was short, but given the circumstances that was preferential. Immediately he deposited his posterior in the Captain's seat before doing as he was bid by [member="Natasha Darkstar"] 's AI. His hands clutched at the controls before a heavy inhale was taken to settle his nerves. Darth Metus had done a lot of ridiculous things in his lifetime, but this one was definitely making his top ten. Assuming he walked out of the wreckage in one piece.

Coordinates. Check.

Exhale.

Then came the inquiry of [member="Akabane Jarvik"] which shattered his moment of focus. His eyes momentarily narrowed, yet his gaze never left the controls. "Let's cross that bridge when we crash there." he said, before yanking hard.

***​

In short order, the heavens were breached.

Pieces of hull burned away and scattered like meteorites.

The coordinated were accurate and true. The Courage was on course for a tremendous impact.

And as the behemoth struck ground, there would be no loss of innocent lives today. No cities burning. No millions dying. But Metus and his Apprentice were going to need one HELL of a bacta bath.

 

[Mara Rockwell]

Location: Tech Command (AKA: Party central)
Objective: Help [member="Tmoxin Temi"] and [member="Aya Clarke"]
Post: 2

Theme song​

“Keep doing what you’re doing, Blue, and if you get into trouble, broadcast your location, and we’ll be there.”

Mara winked and did finger guns at no one in particular, "You got it, boo."

As her algorithm was at work, Mara watched the firewall slowly get whittled away, bit by bit with her programming. The Shadow algorithm never failed... except when it did, and if it did, then that usually meant reality had some seriously crazy hacking going on. Tmoxin and Aya would find that the droids they were fighting would begin to slow down as the algorithm overwhelmed the central computer controlling them. It couldn't both fight off the hacking and control the robots in one. In a matter of seconds, any droids left would begin to go helter-skelter. The main control had been overwhelmed, the droids would shut down (sometimes) but not these. They had a delta-omicrom override programming with cashe memory. Translation? They would keep on going on their last orders, but they'd stink at it.

"I want to just ask you a question," Mara said in the comm as she put her headphones on, "What is could turn this party up to an 11? Answer: stroooobe liiiights!"

The lights would begin to flicker through out the building, turned into strobes by yours truly. She began to jump up and down, waving her arms wildly, like she was at a rave instead of in the middle of a hostile war zone. Hopefully no one would get a seizure from the strobes.

She tapped a few more buttons on the control pannel a she worked and flailed her body around. On her own private map of the building, Mara could see red indicators of the droids who were left as remnant from the shut down.

"Okay, you have four on your right, two on the left, and non strait ahead, so keep going ladies and party hard for the boys that can't," she shouted gleefully.