Faction Objective 1: — Securing the Bridge

[Laphisto]

Mission Briefing: Objective 1 — Securing the Bridge

As the strike team speeds toward the looming silhouette of the Mandalorian warship, the comm crackles to life once more. The voice of the mission commander comes through, a tone of gravity and urgency laced into every word.

"Listen up, team. I want to be perfectly clear about the ship you're heading toward. This isn’t just any ancient wreck floating in the void. This is the Tracyn—the personal warship of High Commander Laphisto himself, lost for millennia in the Unknown Regions. It’s not just a piece of history—it’s part of his history. A warship from an era long before the Lilaste Order was even conceived, sent on a mission that has echoed through time. Now, after all these centuries, it’s been found. And it’s our job to bring it back. This ship represents far more than its value as a Mandalorian relic. It holds a deep connection to the High Commander, and retrieving it isn’t just about gaining a powerful asset for our Order. It’s about honor, about reclaiming something that belongs to The High commander, something that was lost but never forgotten. We cannot afford to let this ship slip through our fingers. For the High Commander and for the Order, we have to bring it home."

The commander pauses for a moment, letting the weight of the ship’s significance settle in before continuing the holographic display being still for a moment before the Advisor began again.

"Now, the mission is as critical as it is dangerous. The Tracyn is still armed, still operational in parts, and, as far as we know, the droid crew that Laphisto left behind centuries ago is still active. Those droids don’t care who we are—they’ll see us as intruders, and they’ll defend the ship to the death. You’ll need to fight through the droid forces, neutralize security systems, and secure the bridge as fast as possible. Once you’ve got control of the bridge, we need those systems back online—navigation, propulsion, weapons, and comms. This ship is designed for war, and it won’t do us any good if it’s just floating out there like a museum piece. We need it back in action."

The tactical display flickers, showing the warship’s layout and enemy positions. The commander’s tone shifts to a more tactical edge. several red zones have been amrked and a pathway to the bridge has been mapped displaying possible danger zones where the security of the ship is most tense

"Now, you’ve probably noticed the other problem: the Dusate Pirates. They’re already moving on the ship, and they’re not here to admire the craftsmanship. If the Dusate get their hands on the Tracyn, they’ll either strip it for parts or worse—use it against us and anyone else who stands in their way. The Tracyn is a symbol of power, and in the wrong hands, it becomes a weapon we can’t afford to face. Expect the Dusate to hit hard and fast. They’re likely to send boarding parties right into the ship, trying to secure critical areas. Your mission is to beat them to the bridge, lock down control, and prepare for their assault. The Dusate Pirates are known for their brutal tactics—expect them to use close-quarters combat, breaching charges, and sabotage to disrupt your progress. But you are the best we have, and I trust you’ll hold the line."

The commander briefly checks the tactical map again, ensuring the details are clear.markign several possible entry points from airlocks to damaged sections of the ships hull that the Dusate pirates might enter in from

"Here’s how this is going to play out:

1. Phase One: Get aboard and make your way to the bridge. You’ll need to fight through both droid resistance and possibly pirate forces. Expect the droids to be heavily armed and entrenched in key corridors and access points. Take them out fast and secure a clear route.
   
   
2. Phase Two: Once you’ve reached the bridge, bring the systems back online. We need full control of the ship’s navigation, propulsion, weapons, and communications. The faster you do this, the sooner we can secure the entire ship.
   
   
3. Phase Three: Prepare for enemy boarding parties. The Dusate are on their way, and they won’t be far behind you. Set up defensive positions around the bridge, seal off access points, and stop them from taking control. Hold the bridge until reinforcements arrive.

Remember, this isn’t just about reclaiming a ship—it’s about honoring the High Commander’s legacy. This warship was once his flagship, his pride, and we are reclaiming it for him and for the Lilaste Order. The High Commander has entrusted you with this task, and I know you won’t let him down.

Environmental hazards are likely to be an issue as well. This ship has been drifting for millennia, so expect decompressed sections, low gravity, and possibly damaged hulls. Stay alert for any sudden changes in the ship’s integrity. If anything looks unstable, proceed with caution. The last thing we need is to lose people to an unexpected hull breach or environmental failure.

Final threat update: The Dusate Pirates have deployed a small fleet and are sending in boarding craft. We’re doing what we can to delay them, but they’ll be in range soon. Time is not on your side. The faster you secure the ship, the better our chances of holding off the pirates.

Mission success means securing the bridge, activating the ship’s systems, and holding it until we can reinforce you. Failure isn’t an option—if the pirates take control of the Tracyn, it could be catastrophic. We can’t let them use that ship as a weapon. If the situation becomes too dire, disabling the ship might be your last resort, but that’s a call you’ll make only if it’s absolutely necessary.

You’re almost there. I know this isn’t just another mission—it’s personal. The High Commander has waited millennia for this moment, and you’re the ones who’ll bring it to him. Now, get in there, secure that ship, and bring the Tracyn home."

The comm goes quiet as the team makes their final approach, the Tracyn looming ahead, waiting to be reclaimed. gunfire from the fleet battle has already began to rock and smash against the oncoming shuttles as stray missles and turbolasers began to streak past the Lilaste fleet . with some star fighetrs even on approach. it wont be a easy landing.

 

[Darth Reign]

When Darth Reign had received word from Laphisto about this mission, he did not hesitate. Honoring the alliance the men had formed and the friendship they had been fostering Reign was immediately prepared to join the fray. Bringing with him a squad of Diarchy Stormtroopers, the Dark Lord stood, waiting for the boarding craft to finish its docking procedure. The Sith Lord would lead the charge.

Laphisto

 

[Trace Xyston]

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Spoiler: Equipment

Main weapon: LO-44R
Secondary weapon: LO-12S
Tertiary weapon: LO-09M
Armor: LO-90A MKII
Utilities: grappling hook gas grenade

Trace performed a final equipment check, tapping his vest pockets and his holster on his hip. His main weapon, the LO-44R, was in his other hand. He knew his team was ready and had done the same. The Twi'lek glanced out of the corner of his helmet's multi-purpose goggles. Stormtroopers were standing at attention behind their leader. Trace swept his eyes to the Sith next. Laphisto had made some dealings with the man, for all he knew. Trace didn't like this idea of a Sith leading his Elghaseki team. However, he did trust Laphisto, so by extension... I guess I'll have to trust him.

He felt a jolt as the boarding craft latched onto the Tracyn. This was it. Going into a situation without knowledge of what was beyond that hatch was nothing new to him, but something was different about this mission. It was scarier going into this derelict ship that had been drifting for hundreds or thousands of years. Who knew what horrors awaited them?

Trace swallowed his fear and readjustedh his grip on his rifle. Whatever was waiting, this Sith Lord could handle it. Probably.

Darth Reign Laphisto

 

[Casaana]

Equipment: Lightsaber, Blaster, Flight Suit.

What was she doing here? Between the obvious Sith and the special forces, Casaana was feeling very small and out of place. Maybe who ever had put the team together had thought to balance the Darkside with her Light. She eyed the man up by the hatch, they could use a few more of her if she was being honest. Still, hopefully everything would work out, he didn't seem to be a psycho or parading around monstrosities. Those still sent shivers down her spine on sheer creepiness alone.

She caught one of the Lilaste special force's eye and gave him an upwards nod. "Nice armor." Not like her in the slightly too big flight suit she'd been given for this mission. At least this time she'd been fully briefed and trained on all of its systems, something she'd made sure of after fighting through Tython while only knowing some of her armor's most basic functions. And given the likely damage and age of the Tracyn there were likely to be atmospheric problems, on account of there not being any. It really was some good-looking armor though. Something else caught her eye and she looked over Trace's gear more closely. "Why do you have gas grenades? There's not likely to be anything living on that ship."
Trace Xyston Darth Reign Laphisto

 

[Laphisto]

GM POST

The hatch groaned as the boarding craft latched onto the starboard side of the Tracyn, its hydraulics hissing as the door slowly opened to reveal the ship's cold, dark interior. A dim red glow from emergency lights pierced the darkness, casting long, wavering shadows down the corridor. Overhead, a few ceiling lights flickered sporadically, struggling to stay lit. Sparks crackled in the distance, momentarily lighting up patches of the metal walls.

Dust swirled through the stale, freezing air, drifting like ash in a tomb. The atmosphere was thin, life support systems operating at a bare minimum. It was breathable—for now—but every breath felt shallow, as if the ship itself was suffocating. The team's scanners flashed with alerts, showing rolling blackouts across the ship, the power surging from one section to the next as if guided by an unseen hand.

The moment the team stepped inside, the ship's intercom crackled to life, filling the hallway with a harsh, static buzz that resonated in their ears. A sudden blast of wind surged through the corridor like a storm, nearly knocking the soldiers off their feet as the already-thin air vented, escaping into the void. Klaxons blared, their wails echoing down the metal halls, while bulkhead doors slammed shut—though some barely moved, blocked by debris that jammed the mechanisms.

Then came the unmistakable sound of steel clanging against steel, a heavy metallic rhythm that reverberated through the ship. The vibrations spread through the floor, growing louder and closer. From around the corner, ranks of Sentry Droids emerged in a tight formation, four wide and seven deep, their mechanical limbs moving in perfect sync. The droids' glowing photoreceptors fixed on the intruders, and as one, they raised their arms, letting loose a furious volley of blaster fire.

Red bolts streaked through the air, their brightness searing through the shadows as the front rows of droids opened fire. The formation was staggered, allowing the first two rows to shoot through the gaps, while the ranks behind prepared to step forward and continue the onslaught as soon as the front line fell. The metallic clang of the droids' synchronized march blended with the hiss of energy weapons, creating a chaotic symphony of combat.

Trace Xyston Darth Reign Casaana

 

[Darth Reign]

As the hatch had opened, Reign affixed a breather to his mouth. He hadn't worried about his troopers as their helmets would manage that for them.
Stepping into the derelict ship, his troopers fanned out behind him. He could feel the distrust from the Jedi and Commando behind him, but he was here to uphold an oath.

The clang of droid feet brought him out of his reverie, "take defensive positions" he said quietly to his men, looking about, there weren't many places for cover in the hallway. But as one, the Stormtroopers split into two lines of four, line one kneeling, and the rear standing so as to have clear lines of sight and overlapping fire, with a gap in the middle where the Dark Lord stood.

Darth Reign ignited his lightsaber, and turned to the commando "I won't presume to command your men, save by your word, but.. we have company, I hope they are ready." as he finished his sentence, the droids came into view and immediately the hall was lit with blaster fire.

Reign's men returned fire, with the Dark Lord batting bolts away as they came near, utilizing an old Jedi "sword and shield" maneuver to protect the lives of his stormtroopers.

Casaana Trace Xyston Laphisto

 

[Trace Xyston]

The hatch unfolded to reveal a hangar bathed in red light. Trace and his Elghaseki stepped out, following the squad of stormtroopers behind Reign. They had barely created some semblance of a formation and gotten into the dark hallway ahead before the clanging of metal against metal filled the air. Around the corner came security droids to defend their home. He heard the Sith say something about not commanding the Twi'lek's men, but the elite Lilaste soldiers had already taken positions behind the stormtroopers, aiming over their shoulders at the approaching threat.

As soon as the droids appeared, both sides opened fire as a unit. Luckily for Trace's team, they had a lightsaber up front deflecting most of the incoming fire. He could get used to this. He sprayed laser bolts into one droid after another, but more enemies came up to take their fallen comrades' places. If they kept this up, though, the droid numbers would be depleted in time.

Darth Reign Casaana Laphisto

 

[Casaana]

Equipment: Lightsaber, Blaster, Flight Suit.

Talkative bunch. Right Casaana, they were professionals, she should be too. She sighed and popped the visor of her flightsuit down as the door finally opened to a rushing of wind. No way she wanted to breathe it and all the dust it was kicking up, a moot point once the oxygen levels began dropping. A classic anti-boarding maneuver. At least the lack of air lowered the sound level of the alarms to a more muted level as the clanking of droid feet began to reverberate through the corridor.

As the Darth moved up to provide cover, so too did Casaana, drawing her lightsaber into a two-handed grip as she went. It wasn't the first time she'd provided cover, but the number of opponents was still daunting. Hopefully they'd be splitting their fire. The green blade joined its red counterpart in the defense, Casaana carefully not moving from an imagined square about a foot across. Her movements were restricted, but that allowed those behind her to fire either side of her without worrying about her stepping into the blast.

Laphisto Darth Reign Trace Xyston

 

[Laphisto]

[you are at marker 2]

With Darth Reign and Casaana providing a formidable defense, the team managed to cut through the first wave of sentry droids. The combined green and red glow of their lightsabers was an intimidating shield, deflecting a rain of blaster bolts that ricocheted off walls, searing scorch marks into the metal. Behind them, Trace Xyston and his team poured precise volleys of laser fire into the advancing droids, hitting vital points with practiced accuracy. Droids exploded in bursts of shattered metal and smoking circuits, some collapsing with sparks spraying from severed wires, while others fell backward, limbs twisted and lights flickering as their systems failed.

As the last droid went down, a strange, static buzz echoed through the corridor in an unfamiliar dialect of binary—a haunting, disembodied voice, as if the ship itself were communicating or sending signals to the droids deeper inside. The lights overhead flickered, but the corridor remained dim, as though power was being deliberately rerouted away from their path, casting long, eerie shadows that seemed to cling to the walls.

Pressing forward, the team moved cautiously, the tension palpable as they traversed the cold, dark corridor. Scattered along the way, they encountered the remnants of other sentry droids, but these were different. Some had been stripped apart, components missing, wires torn out, and limbs disassembled. The distinct carbon scoring across these droids indicated recent activity, no more than ten minutes old. The scene suggested another presence within the ship—a scavenger or another force operating with ruthless efficiency.

After several meters, they reached a square junction, with three branching hallways stretching out before them. The left hallway was faintly lit, casting a reddish glow, while the right was pitch black, its darkness thick and impenetrable. The middle corridor flickered sporadically, its lights sparking erratically as if struggling to stay active. A low hum reverberated through the hallways, hinting that something was still active nearby. But which direction to take remained unclear, each path holding its own potential dangers.

The quiet was broken only by the distant clanking of droid feet from somewhere down the hall, the rhythmic metallic sound growing louder, as if reinforcements were on their way. The team had a choice to make, but time was running out.

 

[Darth Reign]

Clearing the last of the droids, the Dark Lord paused a moment at the junction of the three corridors.

Turning to the Twi’lek commando, he said “excellent work, you and your men are quite efficient”

He loathed splitting up without knowing what he was walking into, but their best chance of success would be to do so.

Eying the young Jedi, he asked aloud “I can take the darkest path, if you are alone? I can spare some of my men. You need not worry, they will not harm you”

The Sith was determined to take the route that he had spied the most treacherous. But could be persuaded otherwise if the group decided.

Casaana Trace Xyston Laphisto

 

[Trace Xyston]

Trace lowered his rifle as the last of the droids went down in a smoking wreck. He listened closely for any more approaching clanks, but detected none. The Sith looked at him and congratulated the Elghaseki team. Trace nodded in thanks and responded, speaking to the Darth and the Jedi, "Couldn't have done it without both of you in front blocking the shots."

The Twi'lek looked ahead. A predicament awaited them. There were three hallways branching out from here, seeming like they grew more ominous the more his head turned right. It looked like they would have to split up. Trace sighed, and a collection of horror holos appeared in his mind. When had splitting up in a dark, abandoned ship ever been a good idea?

Tension left Trace's shoulders as the Sith offered to take the darkest path. Who would've seen that one coming? It seemed like the middle path was calling him...

"If you're okay with taking the left, Jedi, we can take the middle," Trace suggested. He couldn't help but notice the symbolism. The Sith taking the darkest path, the Jedi taking the lightest, and the special forces of the neutrally aligned Lilaste Order going down the middle. Or maybe that was what the defenders wanted. Maybe each path contained defenses that were catered specifically for their expected attackers. Trace hadn't noticed any cameras so far, but he was sure the droids could watch in other ways.

Casaana Darth Reign