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

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

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

"I'm glad to be out and about again! Feels like decades since I've had a good shake down." Slicing through the last of the soldiers, Ahani sheathed her sword with a good flick of her wrist and a grin on her face. She hefted a bag of spoils and pounced over to [member="Lucianus Adair"]. "Maybe. Maybe I'm used to my own kind. Any Echani not willing to end with a fight is a back-birth of ridiculous proportions. These plant-lovers needed to die. They'd have breeded otherwise."

Not bad for a first haul. Ahani started making her way out of the area as an explosion rocked the base. Their entry way caved in and Ahani threw up a barrier to push the debris away from them. "Hot slag and . . . Hold this." Ahani threw the haul bag at Luc and glanced up, hands raised she began to tear away the metal of the roof for an exit.

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

[member="Mia Monroe"]
As a new assault came in, he realized osmething. He couldn't do it.

He knew this, knew it in his bones. The world didn't work like this. Your girlfriend didn't get abducted by Sith, eyelids and hands cut off. That just wasn't life, at least not life that he could handle.

He stepped out into their line of fire. Blaster shots whirred about him. Come on, come on...hit me. End this.

And then she said what she said, and his heart broke all over again.

Twin blaster bolts punched into his thighs, put him down hard. His hand found a discarded slugthrower, and before he knew it the Jukre tuning broke or washed away, and old Mandalorian and Echani instincts flooded back. Halfbreed muscle memory.

RATATATATATATATATATAT.

Subach personnel turned to hamburger.

 

[Aarrki]

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

The body would thud to the ground, and a malicious grin of satisfaction would creep over the Nightsister's lips. She knew where to look now. Time was of the essence.

It was now a matter of time of simply going by the knowledge gleaned by the guard. But the closer she drew, the more she could feel the sinister call of those items that were of her kind.
Among others.
Twin double doors would soon appear within her sights. A single keycard taken from the guard would provide a way to entering. And in short order, there was a small hiss as both doors would open to reveal the contents within...

 

[Soell Alberio]

Jorus Merrill Siobhan Kerrigan

The young Echani woman frowned as a Subach convoy turned towards her fleet as a point to break against, perhaps to escape, perhaps to achieve vengeance for their fallen comrades the other fleets and soldiers had killed, but whatever the reason it made Hecate rather frustrated to apparently be singled out as the weak point. Were this combat on the ground and she were fighting a number of force users she would doubt her ability, but up here in space the white haired woman had no doubts the battle was much more equal and dependent on intelligence. So rather than break formation to scatter away or attempt to fight while making an alternate path toward the Absolution, Hecate issued orders for the trio of Firemane ships to change course and focus upon the incoming enemy fleet. It was a pair of small capital ships supported by several fighter squadrons, a definite threat, but not an impossible foe.

"Lady Siobhan I apologize for the delay, but I believe we will have to entertain the enemy force here first before reaching the Absolution." Turning to her officers on the bridge, Hecate issued commands to alter the formation of the fleet. Their Adril Starfighers split into four groups and spread out above, below, and to the sides of their capital ships while the Illyria Frigates overtook the Thuella as it slowed down to allow the smaller ships to intercept the first barrage of enemy fire. Which they day, the convoy not holding back as they fired as soon as they were within range. It made the Echani commander grin as she watched the enemy fighter squadrons form into a spear head formation and try to aim for the gap between the Illyria friates and gun for the Thuella cruier's bridge.

It was an expected manuever, what commander wouldn't attempt a strafing run since an enemy would be unlikely to open fire on targets passing betweent heir ships to avoid friendly fire. However, this was exactly why the Adril groups were in their positions. The Firemane fighters swooped around when signaled, looping around the Thuella cruiser to intercept the head of the enemy spear formation, breaking it as the Adril's laser fire and missile barrage slammed into the incoming enemy targets. The Subach fighters had little choice but to die, either as the Adril fighters tore through their formation or by the Illyria frigates defense cannons the moment they break out and got too close to the Firemane assault vessels. At point blank range it was hard for the frigates to miss and accidentally hit an ally after all.

All the while the Illyrias Turbolasers and Ion cannons spat fire at the incoming enemy frigates, concussion missile barrages and proton torpedo salvos being fired at the engines and other support systems where the shields were softened up by the cannon fire. Hecate was quick to pull the Thuella forward once its use as bait for the enemy fighter/bomber squadrons had been fulfilled, orienting it to attract the Subach capital ships attacks to give time for the shield generators on Firemane's friagtes time to recover after having had to sustain against the enemy fire while the Subach fighters were wiped out. "Just a bit longer maam, we've only sustained minimal damage and lost only three of our fighters to the enemy attack. We'll soon have their ships crippled, if you wish I can have orders sent down to combat teams to board the dropships and gunships in the hanger bays. We won't be too late in meeting up with the Absolution I promise."

 

[Yasha Cadera]

TARGET: AUTOMATED DEFENSES IN ORBIT -- OBJECTIVE: DESTROY

[member="Marselia Urstalis"]
"You're kind, sweets." I give Lia's arm a squeeze and listen as reports come in of one of the ships getting caught in a slag field. Shrapnel the size of speeders hit their engineering section and the ship's dead in space. Captain Curran was quick in action of swooping in and rescuing the ship, but there were casualties, and they were incoming.

"We wouldn't be anywhere without Bucket!" I grin and pat Bucket on its shoulder as the droid sticks its thumb up. Someone taught it how to give a thumbs up and I'm excited for that! Personality plus coming through. "Prep tables 1 through 4 Lia, casualties coming in with blunt force, burns and probably some heavy bleeding. Remember: You've got this. It can't get any worse than we've already had it." Doctor Sivas IN DA HAUS.

 

[Moira Skaldi]

[member="Rave Merrill"]
Subach Innes Factories. Objective: Capture

In response Moira tilted her head to the side. "Some organics find the concept of the mechanical tongue titillating. It has never seemed logical to me," she said very, very dryly. On occasion she could be what she considered snarky when the mood hit her. That said she appreciated that Rave was less oversexed than her former employer at the Pyre had been. This area of the factory had been cleansed of hostile life forms. Those that had not fallen would be taken away to be...upgraded. Obviously she was not touching the workers since she imagined Fringe would want to continue using them. The machine could be practical after all.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=al0kzshanN4&index=9&list=FLK6o2jxiDWvDX3Yo9yRxviQ

The small elite group of machines moved on down the halls. Attempts at intruding into the network were ongoing, a map had already been yielded. Soon they would have control. For now it sufficed to make a lift bearing SI reinforcements crash and make burning hamburgers out of the hostiles. Bolters and miniguns barked when suddenly through a side-corridor outdated droids that to Moira looked like something out of the Clone Wars era manifested. These days few things surprised Moira so she did not comment on it. After all, using antiques was in these days.

BANGBANGBANG

Outdated machines turned to scrape. A few stray blaster bolts managed to hit her and get through her armour, exposinng metal here and there, smoke coiling off it. SI personnel turned to barbeque.

 

[Deagan Hunt]

Target! Evacuation ships - Capture

It was a cycle, ion blast, ion blast, tractor in. Rinse repeat. He was starting to get a nice little collection of disabled ships. Perhaps he could even use some of their goods for his own.

For now, however, there was too much of a focus to make sure that not a single ship would leave. This was his focus. Couldn't have one make out with goods, now could they?

 

[Darth Carnifex]

TARGET: ANY HOLOCRONS OR FORCE ARTIFACTS -- CAPTURE

None were left alive.

The slaughter the Blackblades carried out could be considered deplorable, or even abominable, but they did as they were told without any hesitation, and all those arrayed before them fell before their might. They closed around the vault that was protected by a regiment of guards and assorted vehicles, but the Blackblades advanced without any hints of fear, and all that was left in their wake were broken bodies and smoldering wreckage. Of course there Blackblades that were slain in the advance towards the vault, but they were acceptable losses, and to die in the service of the Emperor was an honor. Sadly, none of their names would be remembered for long, as the living did not have time to reflect upon the dead, but to push forward in their cause and worry about the living.

Those that managed to get close enough to the Emperor of Panatha were graced with a swift, yet brutal death at his blade, their limbs hacked off or their bodies cleaved in twain. A vehicle exploded in a ball of flame and shrapnel to his left, and an enemy guardsman was cut to ribbons by a barrage of blasterfire, all the while the Blackblades continued to advance forward to the structure in the distance. A couple barrages of missiles annihilated the face of the building, burying those positioned in and around it under the rubble produced by the explosions. Those that remained fled farther into the building with the Blackblades hot on their heels, with their master not too far behind.

Soon this cache of artifacts would be claimed, as many others were being at this moment across the planet, and already a transport had broken through the atmosphere to land near the vault for a quick evac once the artifacts inside were liberated.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Layla"]

"Nice ship. Merrill. Gypsymoth." He reloaded, examining a huge vault door. "I'm thinking this needs to go away, and I've got no desire to cut it. From the skid marks it looks to be a couple feet thick. Hold your breath."

All his years fighting Circe, watching his sister fight her, taking hit after hit, condensed down to this moment and his fury. In a blur of pseudomotion, the vault door jumped to hyperspace. Overpressure popped his eardrums, wind raged against him, as he looked out at space through the round hole punched in ten bulkheads. Cofferdams, a few layers of them, plugged the gap, and when pressure came close to normalization he let go of the wall and stalked into the vault.

"Now that...is not something you see every day."

 

[Lucianus Adair]

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

"I was speaking of the Sith, Najwa... but Echani, just as well." He took on both bags, the one he had loaded, and the other she threw at him, holding them well as she tore into the roof. "Perhaps, the people of my father, my former people as well - predators, assassins. The fight is in them all. The hunt is alive."

He looked up as the roof became undone, through her doing. There really was no need for a door, when a hole would suffice. He was certain there were several others around this planet today that would agree.

 

[Aarrki]

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

The hissing of doors would reveal a small vault. Nothing too fancy, but as soon as the Nightsister stepped inside, she could feel the call of the Fanged God towards her.

There, before her, were Talismans. Talimans of age. Of Counterspell, of Finding... even one of Resurrection. Sheer joy would fill the woman, as Circe Savan had been part of the Nightsisters and had claimed items that were not hers. There were even Nightsisters Force crystals.

There were also Talismans of transformation: of a Raven, Eollu, burra fish and Brackaset.

But the most interesting objects of all were the Totems of Elementals. And there, in the back, was a single holocron.

Darth Vitus's holocron.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

In space, on the Thuella
Objective: Destroy SI ships, stop transit...something like that
[member="Hecate"], [member="Jorus Merrill"]

Siobhan shrugged. "If anything, this little delay gives our crews some experience. SI's not exactly a quality opponent, but regardless," she commented as she watched the space battle unfold before them. She was quite an arrogant, at times overbearing woman, but she understood where her arena was, so she would not interfere with how the space engagement was run beyond issuing general directives. She watched the flak defences of the Thuella and Illyrias tear through the formation of SI fighters, while the Adril starfighters fell upon them like a ravenous swarm.

Eyes flickered over towards the pair of SI frigates that was coming for them. A threat, but not an insurmountable one. "I'll take out that frigate," she said, indicating one of the pair. "Focus weapons upon the other one and cripple it." This said she steeled herself as she sank deeply into the Force, steadying herself by grasping one of the chairs. She drew an absurd amount of force energy inside of her until she was practically bursting with power, more than she could, begging to be unleashed with reckless abandon and she focused it upon the bridge of one of the frigates, the one she had indicated before.

It was not that of a star destroyer, so the energy expenditure was a good deal less, but still quite a feat. Invisible telekinetic fingers like that of a giant enclosed around the bridge then she began to pull. Violently, insistently, unyielding. Beads of sweat dripped down her face and back. In space no one can hear you scream and so no one would hear the metal creak and heave under her telekinetic might before the whole structure came tumbling down and crashed through section after section of the small warship. Through the Force countless deaths could be felt as the bridge crashed down, debris and personnel being vented out.

 

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

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

"Oh yes, Sith. That too." Ahani grunted and rose in the air on a disc of telekinesis, her hands out and fingers clenching and unclenching as wreckage creaked and bits of plaster, metal and roofing fell down around them. But they wouldn't fall into them oh no, Ahani was too precise for that in this moment of fair lucidity. Maybe the predatory nature of the man settled her somewhat. It was too odd being with the lambs instead of the vornskyr.

"What people are they, then? Enlighten m-oh for the. . . BEGGONE!" Another wave of her hand, and the roof cascaded upward in a grand explosion of dirt, and wrecked building materials. Ahani continued to levitate upward until she made the roof, then looked down at [member="Lucianus Adair"]. "Want a lift?"

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Mia's heart was in her throat, as he hit the ground, fury rose unchecked with her, and the vornskr clicked on empty. A slug thrower erupted beside her but she had not time to make note of who had fired it. She sidestepped placing herself between the Bard and incoming blaster fire. Two soldiers went through the wall with a brutal force push, blasters tugged free of her hip holsters and she picked off four more. Blaster shots burned into her armour, heat absorbed by the tutaminis charged body within.

She threw her arm out, sending a telekinetic wave towards the remaining troops, scooping up bodies and crates in its progress it slammed into the rest of the group and they pulled back. she punched the door controls, sealing them out and ripped off her helmet. "What the hell was that?!" Fury and pain were etched on her face, then she clocked the slugthrower in his hands and her face fell. She knelt beside him, helmet setting down next to her. "Rel," she breathed softly "What have you done?"

[member="Bard of the Hyperlanes"]

 

[Layla]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

The dust would settle, and there they would both be in front of the vault. "Indeed," came her soft coo, walking over some of the debris with a click of her heels.

Out went her breath, and then, she went glancing over to Jorus. "Well.. after you." she would say, while sliding from her back a satchel to reveal pill boxes to store anything they find.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles watched blandly as his ships hammered at the defenses on the side of the planet he had arrived at feeling bored he sighed leaning back against his chair. Drumming his fingers against it the young man finally angrily slammed his fist into the arm of his command chair. "SOMEONE FIND ME A REAL TARGET TO FIGHT OR SO FETHING HELP ME I AM GOING TO GO FIND SOMEONE TO FIGHT!" The crew looked towards Aedan it was unusual for the young man to lose it but lately he had been acting strange. Now his eyes had taken on that dull bored expression from Dromund Kaas and he appeared to only care about the fight at hand. To anyone focusing on the presence of force users in the area the already high presence of Aedan would spike with his anger but it would be more of a hollow rage.
[member="Ashin Varanin"] @Je'gan Olra'en

 

[Yasha Cadera]

SECONDARY TARGET: MEDICAL ASSISTANCE
[member="Mia Monroe"], [member="Bard of the Hyperlanes"]

Aboard the Pra'Kara, the healer Anders Sivas continued to wait for patients, tending those who came in but on call the whole operation over for anyone that might require medical aide. It was but a call away.

 

[Lucianus Adair]

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

She floated. He watched in silence, holding the sacs, one in each hand, his sword long-since returned to its sheath.

"Want a lift?"

He quirked a brow, then, with slightly bent knees and a touch of Force, he leaped out of the room, through the hole, and on to a part of the roof that was not suffered with a hole. His feet hit the roof hard and he thought he could hear it creak as he turned and handed off one of the sacs to his 'hunting' companion.

"We should go."

 

[Dissero]

Fashionably late, and as always better late than never, Dissero stood within the bridge of The Magnum Opus, eyes filled with the view of Serpena as they fell from hyperspace. He'd not exactly gotten the memo - at least, not soon enough to join his fellow Fringers for the bust, but this was what happened when one lived in isolation.

The Archivist looked over a holoprojected image of the planet ponderously, blue eyes glancing over the marked points of interest as provided by Fringe intel.

Somewhere on that planet was an Otherdrive replica and he was going to find it.

 

[Jerec Wraith]

Piloting a damned escape freighter wasn't easy, especially when most of the crew was dead. Looking around, he checked his surroundings. Make that all the crew, he thought to himself. Steering the ship wasn't easy, especially for a Master of the Force who always thought flying was beneath him. So he kept on trying, trying to make it out of this hellhole alive. It seemed most of the galaxy was after him, if only he could make it out and no one catch on to him.

Plans like that never worked though.

[member="Rasho the Hutt"]