Repo Men: Agents of Orange (Lords of the Fringe Dominion of Serpena)

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

Playing to the path of a battle was as easy for the Echani as walking through a collection of sidewalks in a market. Ahani could smell the right paths, she decked and moved as if some mean confidence led her through a staged play. Curling into herself, she shut her mouth and exhaled as [member="Lucianus Adair"] bolted in with his conflagration of the electronic entities around. Walls bowed, and destruction surrounded, Ahani counted to three then burst out of her hiding spot and lunged for a terrified group of workers who hadn't thought to run.

She threw down upon them, Anandi slicing the air in clean, precise flicks of Djem So power and dominance. "Good thing I use a sword, eh? No circuits for you to break! This way, I can sense the prey... I'm loving this!" She didn't bother grinning back at him, instead Ahani burst forth with a mental-bent projection for those biologicals in their way. They went down in terror, some taking their guns to themselves, others falling to the flicks and swings of Ahani's Alchemical sword.

"I'm winning the race!"

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Je'gan Olra'en, he of many names and years, had connections to a good fraction of the people on the battlefield.

So to speak.

But figurative turned to real as the galaxy's greatest battle meditator, a fallen Fallanassi elder, a former Jedi Grandmaster, reached out to every part of the assault and wove it together. Every ship's crew worked better within itself, coordinated better with other ships. Battle meditation. It's what's for dinner.

He kept an eye out for White Current use, in case it was used to try to sneak off the planet.

[member="Manu Xextos"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Skye Mertaal]

TARGET: ORBITAL SHIPYARD COMPLEX -- OBJECTIVE: BOARD AND RAID
[member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Bard of the Hyperlanes"]

While they were more apt to do things with such nifty little gadgets, that wasn't Mertaal's shitck.

The hatch would slide open, and in turn, Mertaal would send one sonic and one flash bang grenade. Two hands would then lift up her twin brotherguard heavy blaster pistols up.

Behind her, well ... was her back up. Two SC1 Battle droids and one EA9 Hunter.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

TARGET: ORBITAL SHIPYARD COMPLEX -- OBJECTIVE: BOARD AND RAID
[member="Bard of the Hyperlanes"]
[member="Skye Mertaal"]

What a mismatched pair they were. One hell bent on taking on everything that came her way, the other intent on avoiding conflict Still, scattergun spread just as much gore and droid parts as sonic screwdriver shut doors or rewired droids. A brief pause ducked behind cover and Mia looked at her better half.

"I'm sorry." she said, softly.

 

[Manu Xextos]

TARGET: AUTOMATED DEFENSES IN ORBIT -- OBJECTIVE: DESTROY
Word came in from Cavanagh and Merrill, thanking him for the Cruisers. Hey, what was the Admiral if not a kindly guy? The automated defences were falling, Cavanagh's Jolly Roger and the Ventress Class's were making short work and the Brynjar's main guns were making shorter. One, two maybe three shots each from the Brynjar's main guns had the orbital platforms slagging into the atmosphere.

"Captain Curran, switch your Battle Group to picking off larger pieces of slag. No use bombarding our troops down there."

He felt the telepathic wave from [member="Ashin Varanin"] and nodded. 'I'd ask if you require assistance but we both know they're already dead. Northwestern Hemisphere is clear of orbital platforms.'

 

[Soell Alberio]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

TARGET: SUBACH-INNES TRANSIT TO AND FROM THE PLANET -- OBJECTIVE: AID IN CAPTURE

Not wishing to skip out on a fight they were invited to, Firemane's representative vessels appear out of hyperspace and immediately got to work after the crew on the bridge of the Thuella Cruiser in their lead took a moment to check their instrument boards and evaluate the situation. Once a verification of enemy and ally positions were considered, the Echani in the command seat of the small fleet opened up communication to the one they would most actively work with. "[member="Jorus Merrill"] this is Hecate Ferrum of the Firemane company, our fleet has dropped out of hyperspace and we're aligning our ships to provide support for the Absolution. Lady Siobhan will also be supporting you soon I believe once she deploys."

Signaling for her helmsmen to orient their vessels, Hecate started giving out commands for the Adril starfighters in the hanger to launch and form a screen to intercept any enemy craft attempting to make bomber runs. In the meantime the Thuella and its accompanying pair of Illyria Frigates made their way toward the Lucrehulk Core Ship they would be assisting.

 

[Layla]

TARGET: SUBACH-INNES TRANSIT TO AND FROM THE PLANET -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE
[member="Jorus Merrill"]


A soft grin would play at Layla's mouth, seeing the disabled ship in front of her. This would work well. In short order, the K-Type would move to dock with that very ship.

Time to get this show on the road.

 

[Moira Skaldi]

[member="Rave Merrill"]
Target: Subach Innes Factories on the Planet - Objective: Capture

To be sure human replica droids were not indestructible, much as they would like to believe otherwise. Sustained heavy blaster fire was more of a problem than those slug rounds their kindred had faced in an alternate reality on a planet called 'Earth'. Heavy duty explosives were rather annoying as well. However, these machines had been created with battle, possessed sophisticated assassination protocols and had in many cases shiny ultrachrome.

In two cases they also wielded chainguns because there was nothing more terminatrixy than wielding a bloody minigun that spewed out a ridiculous amount of firepower at a similarly ridiculously fast fire. Methodically e-webs and cover was set up to secure the landing zone against intruders, another dropship bearing a contingent of the mass-produced and simpler Legionnaire combat droids landed to take over. Over the rubble the assassin droids advanced methodically, with the impassive ruthlessness of the droid. Surviving organics were cut down, sometimes just beaten to death or thrown against a wrecked anti-air turret.

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

TARGET: ORBITAL SHIPYARD COMPLEX -- OBJECTIVE: BOARD AND RAID
[member="Mia Monroe"]

He spun on her, face twisted into uncharacteristic rage, but not at her. "What do you possibly have to be sorry for," he snarled. He tapped a command into a nearby console, sonic whirring jaggedly, and nearby defensive systems imploded in a rain of melted wires. "You didn't do this. You've got nothing to apologize for."

He glanced at a fallen blaster, and his hand closed at his side.

 

[Deagan Hunt]

TARGET: ANY EVACUATION CRAFT -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE
Aboard the Valkryie

It was clear that by now any kind of evacuations would likely not end so well for those who attempted to flee.

Granted, more ships were coming from the shipyards. And as such.. well..

He sent the two forward ion canons at a small shuttle.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Moira Skaldi"]
Target: Subach Innes Factories on the Planet - Objective: Capture

Now that was how to clear a room.

She advanced in the wake of the phrik-clad, minigun-wielding HRDs, her own simple assault rifle shattering what remained of the factory's automated defenses. Workers ran; her underslung paddle beamer paralyzed them and knocked them out. She stalked ahead, into the facility.

 

[Manu Xextos]

TARGET: AUTOMATED DEFENSES IN ORBIT -- OBJECTIVE: DESTROY
Manu felt the flickering presence of the Force working in his crew and those around, his senses had expanded as his Mastership grew, the Echani was more comfortable in his mental skin than he had been the day he met @Je'gan Olra'en on Atrisia. Not that he'd known the great Grandmaster was the Trooper he had met, but that flicker of prescience...

Manu sat back and watched the yellow-orange bolts turn slag into atomic particles, the orbit around Serpena becoming even more treacherous to ships. Just then, Captain Curran's Battle Group B swooped by, firing on and collecting the larger pieces of wreckage for safe keeping, crude metals, and disintegration.

'We're all working well here. Keep it up. Battle Group C, what's your status?'

 

[Ashin Varanin]

TARGET: ANY EVACUATION CRAFT -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE

"That convoy that just made a break for it." She eyed the crippled ships. "I sense something onboard. Who do we have in position?"

"[member="Lee Radimus"], ma'am."

She grimaced. "He'll do. Send him in. Make sure he understands what's necessary."

 

[Lucianus Adair]

TARGET: ANY HOLOCRONS OR FORCE ARTIFACTS -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE

As if it was of import enough to bear saying, as if it was not already obvious...

"I despise droids, Najwa."

Lucianus lowered his hands. The use of physical direction was something he was beyond, but sometimes it just felt right to do it. And he was not showing off. He watched as the woman went ahead and skewered a few more living beings, and the matter of her getting to all the killing made him a little...

...well, he drew his (admittedly a little crude) alchemical sword and advanced past her, and turned a corner where he'd sensed a cowering worker in a closet. He tore the door out and the man along with it, skewering him through the heart with the sword in the midst of his flight to the wall on the other side of the hall. The body thudded against the wall and Lucianus withdrew the now-bloodied sword before the body slid to the ground. He looked back to the Echani woman.

"This way. We are getting close. I feel it."

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

TARGET: SUBACH-INNES TRANSIT TO AND FROM THE PLANET -- OBJECTIVE: AID IN CAPTURE
[member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Hecate"]


Needless to say Siobhan was not missing this. To be sure there were heavy risks but the prize. The prize in loot, of course. This writer could not mean anything else, assuredly. So as the Thuella class cruiser swept through hyperspace and entered the system, soon moving to engage in battle, flanked by the Illyria frigates, she had quickly made her way to the bridge.


Siobhan was not much of a fleeter, neither by training nor inclination, so she was comfortable with the Echani running that part of the show. She could always amuse herself by crushing the bridge tower of a capital ship or tearing a hole through its hull with her mind. "Look at that, Lieutenant. A target rich environment, just waiting for us to cleanse the skies. The Goddess must love us today," she said brightly. "Jorus, it's Siobhan. Here to lend a hand - and make a door if needed. I brought some new toys with me."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Manu Xextos"]

Good work, Lord Xextos. I'm impressed, and I don't impress easily.

Her attention returned to the battle, such as it was. With Xextos at knife range and Ashin's sniper flotilla far out, the planet was thoroughly interdicted, in both a gravitic and technical sense.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

TARGET: ANY HOLOCRONS OR FORCE ARTIFACTS -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE

There were patrols, but Kentarch passed through them unhindered. With no able to see him, and plenty of others drawing attention to themselves, Kentarch made excellent progress. He passed through the enemy lines unhindered and came to a large bunker. Through the force he could tell this was his target. He released his cloak, and quickly jammed his blue saber into the lock. After several seconds the metal melted, and with a push of the force the door swung open.

Inside several guards turned to the Sith, and quickly opened fire on him. With a twirl of the Lightsaber he bounced the blaster bolts back into his enemies, and after a few seconds they were all dead. He wasted no time, this was a race, and Kentarch had no intentions on losing it. He passed down several corridors and finally came to a large sealed bulkhead. He smiled, this was going to take some effort.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

TARGET: ORBITAL SHIPYARD COMPLEX -- OBJECTIVE: BOARD AND RAID
[member="Bard of the Hyperlanes"]

She flinched from that rage, directed at her or not, rising as the defence systems melted, scattergun ringing off two shots, taking out the remaining guards before moving forward down the corridor.

"On the contrary, I have a lot to apologize for. My pride for one." A blaster shot slammed into her shoulder, beskar'gam shrugged it off, and the shotgun boomed again in response. "I made the same mistake I did with Moridin. I gave chase without proper preparation." A legion of droids rounded the corner and she pushed them both into cover.

"You shouldn't have to be a part of this, but you are, and you can be damn sure no one else will apologise for it. So I am."

 

[Lucien Cordel]

TARGET: SUBACH-INNES FACTORIES ON THE PLANET -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE

"My lord" a voice boomed onto the deck. Lucien opened one eye lazily "yes" he replied pushing a button on his recover " we have a small window to get your grace and his men onto the surface" the voice replied. Lucien begrudgingly rose "very well" he replied and strode to the hangar. He had just got comfortable.

The journey to the surface was bumby and unpleasant but Lucien his soldiers and the necissry equipment made it to the planet early. Lucien was stood before the gates of a subach inc administration centre it was time to cook the books. Behind Lucien was a big tank with a big gun "blow the gates of storm the centre I want minimal blood shed" he ordered before moving aside.

It took a couple of blasts but the gate caved and his troops flooded the court yard.

 

[Aarrki]

TARGET: ANY HOLOCRONS OR FORCE ARTIFACTS -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE

There were a bit of tricks for a Nightsister to be able to get a feel of what had once been tied to her kind. She would not be the only one searching for artifacts. She but some of the ones who had managed to sneak into the planet.

Yessssssssss...

She could feel they would be near. A series of droids would appear in front of her. Bruised face would blossom with hues of purple as lightning would go arching from her knobbly fingers.

The scent of burned ozone would fill the air, as she could feel others stir near her.