Path Finding - ACA Dominion of Bothawui

[Micah Talith]

Bothawui
PharmaTech
[member="Ronan Dyre"] @HWD-001 "Prime"

That's when things got really interesting.

“Fleshing-Flag. Enemy runtimes located above the building.”

Sue gave a snarl. In that reptilian voice he would relay to Prime. Douapkhe cei see kakoi, bolla neutralize bu kouocea «Pile of metal, go neutralize the enemy» He said in Huttese.

If the metal mouth was going to insult him, he was going to in turn!

In the meantime, he began to work the controls of the holocameras to attempt to find this enemy.

 

[Ronan Dyre]

Building adjacent to the PharmaTech Compound
Bothawui

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...Ronan hadn't known his gunfire had been spotted. Being none the wiser he would still relocate after backing away from the ledge of the roof. If anyone had expected him to reappear at the same vector they didn't comprehend one of the most important rules of sniping which was relocation ensuring that it was harder for hostiles to track movement and determine where the next shot would be taken. Upon moving back away from the roof Ronan accessed a stairwell door that lead up onto the room and disappeared down into the building maintaining the camouflage that his armored offered him the entire time. While he was descending he did a quick weapons check, three shots still remained in the E-11s, ensured everything was still operational and continued moving onwards...

...how many flights had he descended? Two? Three? Likely somewhere in the the vicinity of that number. As he went he'd access encrypted comms and deliver a message..."Zero in on my coordinates. Extraction may be required."...to his knowledge the Pirates were still engaged with the ACA Fleet above Bothawui which is likely who he was delivering his message too. Ronan would have had to have been a fool to insert himself onsite without an extraction plan which would be foolish and the Assassin was anything but that. An encoded response was received just as Ronan made his way through a doorway on another level...

...Ronan next took position at a window two floors down from the rooftop and located to the west of his previous firing position if north was directly ahead of him. A small open window was used as the firing position. Ronan stood back so that the barrel of the E-11s wouldn't extend out of the window. Elevated his position by kneeling on a desk to give himself more of a firing arc and zeroed across towards the PharmaTech building again. Unlike the last time he had no intention of firing on droids patrolling the grounds surrounding the factory. Before he ever fired Ronan picked his target and then with an inhale of breath to steady himself he fired...

...the shot was angled down towards a holocam watching the premises, it was the main reason Ronan took his time firing he wanted to identify it, slowly but surely he was attempting to blind them and limit the field of vision around the facility. Aside from this he minimized his odds of being discovered due to only having shot once, the flash of the E-11s would be quick and then there would be nothing...​

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[member="Sue"] @HWD-001 "Prime"

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

This were finally starting to come back together. Irys looked at the holo map of bothawui. Where once each flashing light had indicated a zone of unrest, and zooming in had revealed multiple issues to be dealt with, now each flashing light was a single emergency.

Small pockets of pirates, looters and the odd serious incident prevailed. However, order was starting to be restored, allowing people to take stock of their losses and try to reorganise.

"Ma'am we have full power. Seventy percent functionality and we're shipping in droids to fill any remaining roles."

"Good, we can't have everyone running eighteen hour shifts forever!" Irys replied. It had been a hard few days. Drugs could only do so much. She was beginning to feel her concentration slipping. There was a near constant buzz in her ears and a slow headache was forming behind her eyes.

She watched through the viewscreen as a bright blue pillar of light lanced through the darkness to disable the last of the pirate mother ships remaining. Several had already scampered away to find easier targets, they would need dealing with soon enough.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

‘Cassidy.’ the spy acknowledged over the commlink. He had just gotten back to his speeder from the successful liquidation, when command called him over again and that was never a good thing. It could mean two pieces, either the job was botched and he needed to go back in to correct it or there was more shet to do… well, pure technically there were three options here, but let’s forget the third one right now. Nobody wanted to know about the third option, least of all himself.

‘Ya kidding, right? I just- Fine, fine. But this will cost double.’

Closing down the comm, he put his briefcase within the fold of the speeder and settled down himself. Son of a shutta, they needed him in a different sector, another insurgency and another rebel. How many charismatic, mesmerizing magnets could there really be in this world?

Sighing to himself Adrian settled off towards his next target.

 

[Prime]

Looking up to the top of the building, Prime was working on categorizing and identifying the beings on top of the PharmaTech building. Sending out a pulse of data to two of the Clankers, they were going to escort the Fleshling-Flag into the building, and ensure her survival. The door was opening and two droids, then another three got sent in. Prime could control those four through a certain distance and certain number of walls. But there may come a time where the control-unit loses connection. Still, the program installed in the others were going to ensure Alana Flag's survival.

Turning his optics back to focusing on [member="Sue"] and [member="Ronan Dyre"].

"Identify."

If the answer wasn't acceptable. Prime would open fire.

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

Irys rubbed her eyes drearily. Drugs could only do some much apparently. Keeping herself on a cycle to help her sleep hard for a few hours, then stay alert through the rest had taken its toll on her body. She rolled out of bed and started to dress in her uniform. She checked her datapad for non-critical messages and then she noticed the time.

"Feth," she swore under her breath, followed by a string of bothan curses. She grabbed an energy bar from a drawer in her desk and headed out into the corridors. She broke into a jog as she wound her way around several maintenance crews and headed to a lift.

"Admiral Arist'lar to the bridge, apologies I seem to be behind..."

"Not to worry Ma'am, Captain had your alarm put back two hours. Things have gone quiet. Said to check with you before moving the crew back to a more relaxed shift pattern."

"Oh, did he now?" Irys replied. Captain Stild was a good man. A few years her senior, yet unlike many bothan commanders he seemed to have no qualms about her lack of experience. In fact he'd always been remarkably...could he...

Irys slowed to a walk and adjusted her uniform, trying to save face as a crewman sent her a quizzical look. She cleared her throat and she turned back to her duties quickly. No time for personal concerns now anyway. Not when half the Galaxy had vanished overnight.

 

[Prime]

Was there a glitch in the system? That was not unheard of. Prime was now bouncing between heat signatures and the noise signature. The droids inside, that was the disruption. The networking of the droids was being interfered with something. Working on isolating the problem, the droid, retracted its weapons from the view on the roof. Where were the enemies?

There were enemy runtimes in the area.

Sending out another burst communication to the team of droids, Prime ordered them inside. The fleshling-Flag was inside. Prime was supposed to defend her. Following the droids into the safety of the building, or at least momentary safety, the unit began to reboot the wireless connection to the Cylons other droids.

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

Losing half the population of an entire world overnight was causing some logistical problems. That was putting it lightly. Half the people had vanished at random. The problem was, random ensured that in a few sectors most people had gone. Airspace control, whilst automated as much as possible, had seen most personnel vanish, which was creating serious disruption.

Irys felt bad for thinking it, but actually having less mouths to feed and water at least made the situation manageable. The Jupitus and many of the orbital stations were doing what they could to provide manpower. She knew they were open to attack right now, but devoting military power to get the systems back on their feet seemed much more logical than trying to attack their neighbours. She only hoped their neighbours felt likewise.

Fortunate, she thought, that they were not closer to Sith space. There had already been reports through what remained of the Holonet of Republic and Sith forces clamouring to retake worlds from each other in the pandemonium.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Took him almost an hour to get at the particular scene, apparently not only the poor misers were trying to take advantage of a bad situation that was only growing worse. Nah, there was more to it than that. Not that Adrian was really surprised; nah, he had been expecting something like this from the very start. Some people... they just weren't happy with what they got. Some people wanted more, always more. This particular boy was a fairly prominent member of the Techno Union, one of the board directors even. Ya don't get to such heights without a little bit of greed or a lot of greed when talking about this guy.

Now SysCom had found out that the guy was planning an insurrection, nothing as boring as the rebel scum on the fields. They had been simple, logistics had been crap and their order wasn't anywhere around. But this guy had wealth, connections and enough audacity to use both for a simple overthrow of power. SpyNet wasn't entirely too sure if he was planning on crowning himself King, or just wanted to become the foreman of the TU, but what they did know was that the lad needed to go.

Which is why Cassidy was currently going up an elevator. The audicious was currently having a meeting in a nearby office building and the spy's boss had given him a location with a clear vantage point.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

ARCENEAU TRADE COMPANY
DEFENSIVE MERCHANT FLEET

There, within the sector came the sudden warping of space. From the mottled tunnel of hyperspace came the defensive company fleet of Arceneau Trade.

Star destroyers along with pocket carriers would bear down upon the planet. A hail had been cast to protect the world and Arceneau Trade would provide the help requested.

Behind them would come the traditional merchant fleet, providing a venue of humanitarian aid for those left behind.

With this wrapped up together, the ACA would soon reclaim Bothuwai into their fold.