Of Space Pirates and Space Magic

[Asemir]

"Sir, would you like a hot towel?"

Asemir Lor'kora looked up from the newsfax he was skimming. The stewardess, a pretty young Human, smiled. "Sure, yes, thank you," he said and set the datapad down on his lap. The towel was refreshing, its warmth washing away the stale grogginess and gritty crud that had gathered at the corners of his eyes.

"Would you like anything else?"

"No, I'm fine." Asemir deposited the used towel on her tray, and the stewardess bowed her head gently before moving on to the next passenger in the Iridescent Dreams's first class cabin.

The Ingr'Nysk stretched his shoulders and glanced at the chronometer embedded into the luxury liner's far bulkhead. Its phosphorous numbers glowed a muted blue, a choice made to keep the atmosphere calm and relaxing. Two hours, it said, until arrival at their destination. It was two hours too long, Asemir thought, slightly amazed that a ten hour trip taxed him so. In his youth, days spent packed away in a military transport would have passed without ill effect on his body. I must be getting old, came the thought, accompanied by a grimace.

Even so, the Iridescent Dreams's first-class accommodations were excellent and did make the trip far less arduous than it could have been. The meals were exquisite, prepared by specialty culinary chef droids. The drink selection was varied and superb as well, though Asemir chose to moderate his alcohol intake, as he always did. It was a much better choice, he decided, to travel in style than to travel stuffed like sardines in the economy section.

Asemir returned his attention to his datapad, again skimming the headlines of his destination world. He had a contract here, and it would do well to catch up on current events. Knowledge was power, after all, and with knowledge he could better prepare. You could never tell if some local political unrest would help or hinder a mission.

He sighed and leaned back against the plush leather seat back. Two more hours...

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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It started with a slight shimmer, as if the space was being warped and twisted. Then, in a flash of pale silvery light a ship bursts from hyper space its dark expanse of grey hull contrasting with the black of space, and the occasional white ray of dull light leaking from a distant star. It was rounded with panels of light, its head was built of geometric shapes with squares boxes as heads, and it was long and slender, it was a crusader class corvette.

It was not unknown for pirates to raid vessels that were commercially advertised, they had a schedule and public charts. It was asking to be raided. And than it happened, the round tubular cannons rotated and bursts of light escaped, cloaking the vessel in streaks of multicoloured light, its aim was to deactivate the shields and board.

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It was the kind of brightness that sears into your retinas making you close them for fear of going blind; brightness that danced across the dark grey screen, each colour slowly fading into another. And than the figure appeared on the holocron, stepping into the view of the holocron it began to take shape a slender cylindrical mass of durasteel and the odd wire. A mask in the shape of the Jackals insignia could be seen, its hands crunching together into fist with a metallic 'pop'.

"You will be boarded do not try to resist, if you do you will be destroyed. We have ships waiting on the jump, make your decision now."

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[member="A.D.A.M."] [member="Asemir Lor'kora"] [member="Zane Hara"] [member="Break"] [member="Orn'komad "][member="Paislee Armandé"] [member="Fiarr Zikri'tvo"] [member="Haaza Kutter"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[ZeedusFrostBlood]

A.D.A.M. awaits in his Droid body his scanners focused on his captain, his fingers moving constantly, testing the servo's to make sure everything was working properly. The mask he wears has three holes to show the light of each senor, it was more like a protector for the face than an actual mask. He watched his captain speak from a distance, his blasters and weapons upon him. Ready to go, he had decided not to take heavy artillery as they were boarding the ship and had no need for explosives. His stands waiting, roughly the same size as his captain but thinner. The bronze paint on his body gleaming with the light of the propelled from the cannon.

He had walked into this life not long ago and moved himself and hid Droids into the storage area, only conversing with the Captain and never affiliating with the crew. He liked it like that, to watch but not be involved. He awaited for the transmission to cease. Eagerly moving the claw-like fingers of his droid frame.

 

[Asemir]

The Iridescent Dreams was a luxury liner, not a combat vessel. It mounted a few blaster batteries, but these were designed to destroy the occasional stray asteroid or chunk of space debris, not to fend off pirates or armed attackers. Her captain was no fool and knew that fact. "This is Iridescent Dreams to unknown pirate vessel. You have made your intentions clear. We are standing down."

The captain ended his transmission and nodded to his chief of security. There were protocols to follow. The pirates would demand valuables, and valuables they would get. But if they threatened the safety of the passengers, well, the Iridescent Dreams's parent company did employ some top-notch security personnel. They would earn their pay.

***

The ship rocked, hard enough that Asemir nearly dropped his datapad. Annoyed, he looked up at the cabin's status grid and noticed the emergency rune flashing. Everyone should return to their seats, it indicated. That was odd. Space was empty; it wasn't known for turbulence.

The Forgotten flagged down a stewardess. "Excuse me, ma'am, but what's happening?"

Her response was hurried, nervous. "Nothing at all, sir. Please stay in your seat and be calm. We have run into a slight technical malfunction."

"Thank you," Asemir said and leaned back into his seat. Technical malfunction? Was that likely? It wasn't unknown for spaceships to suffer some form of mechanical problem. But was it common? Perhaps in a second-tier transport, but the Iridescent Dreams was a luxury liner; the company had a stellar reputation.

So what could it be? Luxury liner, Asemir thought. Luxury. It clicked. He sighed. He should have taken his own personal transport, he decided. But hindsight was always 20/20. Now he had to figure out what to do in this hijacking situation. Be calm? Fight?

Asemir sighed, finished his drink and returned to his datapad. Whatever he decided to do, right now all he could do was wait. There wasn't much to do until the pirates actually boarded the ship, right?

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[Flannigan Mcnash]

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The engines smouldering to life in a contained burst of energy, sparks dissipating in the vacuum of space, swathes of stainless steel, sleek black rods. And the glare of fluorescent tube lighting suspended from steel rafters, floor to ceiling the wall began to extend out and towards the the station docking with it. Entering it with two crew, their space suits was shiny, but in some places rusted. There were still cuts, scrapes and dents from when it was used. It was never polished, but kept a glass like look about it.

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"Thraxis, lead the boarding party. You have full jurisdiction on this endeavour, com back once you've got the goods."​

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| [member="Asemir Lor'kora"] | [member="A.D.A.M."] | [member="Thraxis"] |​

 

[Thraxis]

"Understood Captain!" he would respond, looking to the his crew, they were a group of merry men, lacking any real uniform, there weapons were whatever they could bring with them when they joined the crew, "Ok, today you are under my command! Your job is simple! Loot and Plunder anything that is on the ship!" he would bark the orders to the men, with an angry look he would turn his back to them, pulling his Twin Heavy Blasters out, rolling his arm around and pointing at the vessel, "CHARGE!".

Holding his position he would watch them as they scuffled about, pushing each other to the side, their rag tagged equipment either flailing in the air or being held in their hands, it was clear as to what he had just order to charge, a group of incompetent fools, their armaments were highly inadequate, ranging from low grade blaster pistols to pitchforks. After a few dozen would have charged past him, he would begin to stroll through the crowd, holding a commanding aura around the people so they would not dear to bump into him, as he would stroll through them, his blasters where ready, though he did not expect much resistance from what he could loosely call an enemy vessel.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Although Cadan was not assigned to this small endevour, he ran up to Thraxis. He wore his ever present trench brown trench coat, at one stage it would have been quite a nice piece of clothing, but now it was severely burnt and had holes scattered through it, the trench coat tightly wrapped itself around his durasteel armor. A DL-18 blaster was holstered at his right thigh, on closer inspection one would notice the words 'Sunshine' roughly scribed into the handle. On his left wrist, a MM9 Rocket System was mounted, along with a comm link. On his right wrist he wore a CZ Wrist-Mounted Flame Projector. A Raven Gauss Rifle was strapped around his shoulders with a leather strap, equipped onto the sight was an Augmented Shooting Tool. He carried the weapon in his hands loosely, he knew he wouldn't need it just yet.

"Thraxis mind if I join in? Might find meself a Twi'lek on here." He chuckled to himself, while he awaited Thraxis' answer. Even if it was a no, there was nothing he could do to stop him from joining in on the fun.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis would look to [member="Cadan Tazi"] "Fine then. But I have only one rule, no enslavement. Its either kill, wound or leave them be. Understood?" he would look at him with a piercing gaze, his hands tightly gripped on his Twin Heavy Blasters quick to become impatient, he just wanted to kill something and get out of their.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

"Let's go!" He'd begin to strint forward, ahead of the rest of the pirates. He'd ready his weapon just incase anyone dared to oppose him as he began to enter the ship.
[member="Asemir Lor'kora"]

 

[Farlon Orbit]

The Consular-class Cruiser Charger CH70 retrofit dropped out of Hyperspace, the engine sputtering, "Stang! This blasted old piece needs some work."


Orbit knew he couldn't pilot the old cruiser by himself, it was made to be run by 8 let alone 1. Even with the new Ai system he had installed it was still challenging for well-trained naval officer as himself. Not only to add to the list of grievances the creaky piece of metal was in dear need of repair, mostly the hyperdrive but some other systems as well. The only thing that could work properly was the weapons systems, but without a co-pilot or an adequate gunner, he couldn't use most of them. Only the guns above the cockpit could be operated on his own.

He looked out the main cockpit view, hoping to see some sort of indication of where he was, but was greeted by only two vessels. He squinted his eyes to take a better look when he suddenly became aware that one of the vessels was obviously a luxury liner, the other something....something else. His eyes slowly grew bigger as he soon realized the other a pirate ship, not only a pirate ship, but a pirate ship boarding the luxury liner.

Farlon Orbit now had a morale decision ahead of him. "Damn you training." He said with malice. He reved the engines toward the two ships, readying the blasters, "I hope those pirates are open to negotiation, or they'll have me to deal with."

 

[ZeedusFrostBlood]

A.D.A.M. Watched as his fellow crew mates charged in like raging hulks. He compared this data to several plans and strategies that he had downloaded from the Holonet.. None of them turned out well. ADAM shrugged it off and stepped into the ship. His legs made an electronic sound before each foot came heavily down against the ground, the sound of a droid marching. His yellow sensors looked about the ship silently, following the stream of people and catching the two in their conversation.

He had prepared everything but his grenades and rockets, hoping that explosives weren't needed in the vacuum of space. He had with him his two blasters pistols, wrist-mounted flamethrower and his small Vibro-Blade. Hoping he didnt have to use them, he continued through the ship just a small amount of time after the rest of the pirates did. Two droids followed him in a similar fashion, an old B2 Super Battle Droid and a small DRK-1 probe droid

[Member="Asemir Lor'Kora"] [Member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [Member="Thraxis"] [Member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Asemir]

OOC:
PS, I don't typically post as quickly as I am posting now. I usually get a post or two every week, so please don't worry if it takes me a couple of days to write something. Real Life and work occupy too much of my time.

IC:

The Iridescent Dreams's security detachment was made up of professionals, ex-soldiers, veterans, and mercenaries. They were trained and experienced and well-equipped. They were paid decent money too. They took up positions behind buttresses and bulkheads. They made sure to create zones of interlocking fire, kill zones. They had fallback positions planned, and escape routes mapped. The entire hallway was ranged. And so when the pirates finally hacked open the primary hatch, the marines were entrenched and ready.

Or at least they thought they were ready. For all of their experience and preparations, the marines had failed to account for one thing: numbers.

The marines were made up of ten people. Ten people, entrenched, could do considerable damage, but against the number of pirates and their droid support, it was only a matter of time. The first wave of pirates met a messy end, but the second wave was more than enough to overwhelm the defenders, especially after the droids made their appearance.

Before he perished from a salvo of directed blaster bolts, the marine captain activated and locked the blast doors that lead to the more critical areas of the ship, like the engineering and passenger sections, as well as the bridge. It was his final action, but perhaps the most important action he could have taken.

Klaxons wailed endlessly.

**

The emergency runes were activated. The passenger compartment was bathed in alternating blues and reds. The various cabins were locked down, heavy blast doors irised closed to protect the occupants. The stewardesses were nowhere to be seen, and the other first class passengers were rightfully concerned.

Asemir sighed, annoyed and angered that his relaxing trip was now certainly interrupted. He stood and headed to the luggage compartment. There, he opened his case and began to equip himself, not that he needed anything more than his bare hands to deal with some pirates. It wasn't the pirates' fault that they decided to hijack a ship claiming a Sith Lord as passenger. It was just bad luck. But it also wasn't Asemir's responsibility to cut them some slack, and every action carried a reaction.

The Forgotten shrugged. Blaster. Lightsaber. Sword. Armor. That was it. It was enough to kill scores of Sith. It would be enough to kill these interlopers.

And if he killed enough, perhaps the rest would run.

 

[Farlon Orbit]

The Cruiser lurched as it neared the two ships, making sure to keep it's distance. Orbit rushed about in the cockpit, trying to turn on as many blaster turrets as possible, priming the shields, and adjusting the comm link. He hoped he could reach the action as soon as possible.

 

[ZeedusFrostBlood]

A.D.A.M Finally made his way onto the ship after four score or more men had made their way in, he had watched silently as his men were slaughtered and the men inside were slaughtered in turn. He walked through the halls silently, sending in his Probe droid to begin scanning the area of life, it zoomed off at incredible speeds, a small amount of A.D.A.M's AI in it, what it saw- He saw. The MagnaKnight turned to his B2-SuperDroid and spoke "You're too charge down every hallway and kill anyone who poses a threat. Do not harm anyone who does not look hostile. Use anything but your rockets." The super droid confirmed "Roger Roger." And began speeding off after the Probe Droid, turning down a different path soon after.

The MagnaKnight Droid stood, among the pirates and Droids around him. Blending into a crowd of otherwise motly men. His left hand tapped the personal shield generator at his hip.. And waited for any signs of resistance. He would not let his captain down, not now, not ever. His power levels stayed around 97%. He spoke into the com, direct at [Member="Thraxis"] "First area secured... Ready for more orders."

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis would answer his com, looking at it he would respond, "Well, do what you have to, secure the rest, I want to make good and sure that no cargo is left behind. If you meet any resistance kill them, though if they begin to overwhelm, contact me as soon as possible, I will send some men to help you out." he would respond, assuming that being a droid he would follow his orders, Thraxis would begin to walk around through the back most area of where his men had been raiding, though he would love to be apart of the battle, he needs to make sure that there is proper communication between his men, trying to forge some sort of soldiers from the rabble that he has to deal with.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan was part of the second wave, he now wore a small cut on top his head where one of the pirates had hit him when they were going down. His armor had a few more dints and scratches then it did before this attack. A small amount of blood trickled down his left should and thigh, obiviously where he had been hit. Altogether he was sporting a few minor wounds, nothing to major. He would being to walk back towards Thraxis, awaiting his next move.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis would look to [member="Cadan Tazi"], "Ah, your back, well, what have you acquired so far?" he would inquire, hoping some good news to arise, "Bonus Question, lost any men yet? Any real form of resistance?" further inquiring, though he would not expect any losses, a luxury liner shouldn't pose any real problems.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan would look back, then back down his body. "Well, it would appear that the first wave of pirates was lost, and I was hit a little. But nothing serious. And no booty so far, shall I go collect some donations?" He'd place a hand on a wound, seeing if it's still bleeding.

 

[Thraxis]

"Damn it, first wave huh? That's a shame." he would pause for a second, "Well then, I guess that just means more loot for the rest of us then, and about those donations, if there are any people who can donate left, then you have yet to do your job then have you." he would say, in a jubilant tone, "Well, what you waiting for, I want this ship stripped of all its precious booty!" he would yell, making sure the crew heard it, in an attempt to reinforce the point of looting this ship of every scrap of value.

[member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

"Aye sir. T'will be done." He'd rush a head of the rest of the men, this time leading the second, now first wave. He'd begin his search for the bridge section only to find the door sealed off. "Alright! How brought the charges? Dosen't matter, just open this blasted door!"

With that said a one of the pirates would place a charge on the door, wait for the rest of the crew to back away to a safe distance and press the button, in an attempt to blow the door open.

(This wave of pirates contain 16 troops. Also if you want me to sort of fight my way to the doors and stuff just tell me.)

[member="Asemir Lor'kora"]