Restoration II: Electric Boogaloo [TU Dominion of Druckenwell]

[Ayden Cater]

Location: New Avali, Druckenwell
Objective: One
Tag: [member="Marek Starchaser"], [member="Gerion Ardik"]

There was certainly quite a stir going on down on the surface of Druckenwell. Generally any time a fleet dropped out of orbit, there was a commotion. Either it was awe and joy or terror and outrage. This time, the response was a bit more muted. On the one hand, pirates were being engaged. On the other, it was the Techno Union. While the Techno Union did not exist when Confederacy's dying strike dropped the first shipyard, there were many who felt that the two were indistinguishable. Naturally, this meant that there were still a lot of people that resented the Techno Union.

Ayden was a bit more of a realist than that. He had withdrawn to Druckenwell following the invasion and subsequent destruction of Corellia. While he certainly possessed the ability to return at any time, regardless of the One Sith present, his heart still ached knowing that his homeworld was no more and that too many in the galaxy had the misguided belief that he was responsible. The Protectorate had turned on him, reaching for its pitch forks just as readily as any other. It would be a lie to say that the people whom he had so loyally served and lead for years just accepted any lies told and asked for his head. It was a bitter pill to swallow.

But Ayden was anything but a moper. He liked complex, challenging problems. So he set about rebuilding Corellian Engineering. Druckenwell had enjoyed a number of years of rebuilding and economic stimulus under the Protectorate, enough that sections of the planet had almost forgotten that they had been damaged at all. However, when the Protectorate vanished the planet's economy was still not quite recovered. As a result, there were places that still desperately needed repairs and relief, but there was not nearly enough credits to go around to see to it. Add ontop of that the growing pirate problem and things weren't looking good.

So when he got the call that Techno Union forces had appeared in-system and were engaging the pirates, he knew an opportunity when it came knocking. Putting on his coat and hat, Ayden walked out of his office and entered a secret service lift. Installed by himself, it took him down into an underground space that stored his more interesting, powerful, or dangerous artifacts and items. It had been a little while since he had had reason to use the ship. This was all about posturing and impression.

A frigate shot up from the planet's surface and towards the neutral station where a meeting had been arranged between the two parties. It was difficult to keep track of the ship, unless someone stood at a window and watched. Rather than dock with the station itself, a single dropship was launched from it before it withdrew into the void. Ayden could have shown up with more, or rigged the station ahead of time. But [member="Danger Arceneau"] was a good woman who had done good, good work. He respected her too much to meddle in her affairs anymore. Besides, he had designed the station itself. It was an absolute beauty. It was a fine meeting place.

As his dropship docked and he stepped off with a bouncing crystal sword against his back, Ayden wondered what this meeting would hold in store for him. Time to deal with the devil, as some would say, but who was the devil? A smile crossed his lips as he had that thought.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: 01
Location: Aurodium-class Trade Station [Hangar]
Allies: Mente | [member="Ayden Cater"]
Post: [02/20]

Gerion and Marek's attendant were the first to arrive. No space had been singled out for the meeting to take place in aside from the private hangar bay, so both the Umbaran and the human replica droid lingered in front of the boarding ramp of the shuttle that brought them here. There were also three TA4 Ultra Battle Droids lingering around them, acting as bodyguards. Gerion could not recall any recent attempts on his life, so the TA4s were almost always just for show at this point. They were not armed particularly heavily. Disruptor pistols and collapsible stun batons all around. Disruptor pistols were illegal in Techno Union space, but only if you didn't have corporate clout at your back and regularly colluded with the power players on the Executive Council and the Foreman himself.

A drop ship, far less luxurious than the Santhe-shuttle he had taken, arrived in the hangar. It deposited Ayden Cater with little fanfare, but Gerion did notice a peculiar hilt peeking over one of his shoulders. Great. The Lord Protector brought a claymore to the meeting. Wonderful, even. It appeared some people preferred to be their own bodyguards. Either that or Corellian Engineering's diminished budget no longer allowed for personal security. The Techno Union could fix this, along with Druckenwell, and the rest of the Outer Rim once they encompassed every world worth encompassing.

"Mr. Cater." Gerion greeted, lacking any noteworthy enthusiasm. He extended his hand for a shake. "I am Gerion Ardik, Director of the Techno Union's Department of Law. We're pleased you have decided to meet with us."

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Outer System
Objective: 3 B
Allies: [member="Anija Betna"][member="Seanna Vel"][member="Zrixtas"]
Enemies: [member="Kuryr"]
[3/20]

Someone from engineering commed the bridge and alerted me that Anija was down in engineering. Perhaps she didn't want to be on the bridge given our last encounter, which was a relief. I wasn't exactly looking forward to having to face her so soon after our last encounter. Something about some kind of issue I wasn't experienced enough or trained properly to understand. "Good, keep me updated on her progress. I am sure she will figure it out." I shrugged. She was an engineer, it was her calling. She would fix the problem with the device she was working on. I was sure of it.

"Keep us moving all ahead full. This station crawls with pirates, and best to move for overkill instead of taking it easy. Have the droid fighters keep us screened and shields forward." I said, the Bes'Drahr moving steady for the station, beginning to pound away at the pirate controlled space facility. The CEC had shipyards and stations deeper in the system that we might be able to dock with should we take significant damage from the pirates in system. The slow pondering ship continued forward the guns of the station returning fire against the beskar plated ship, rocking its shields.

The bridge buzzed with activity, relaying Zrixtras's communications to me as other tactical operators relayed orders to the droid fighters covering the ship from incoming pirate uglies. Even droid fighters were almost on par with uglies, and given the number of droid fighters they held a minor advantage, and the defensive weapons of the Bes'Drahr it would be relatively unscathed, assuming nothing went wrong. Focusing on keeping the enemy craft away from the rear of the ship. "Seanna, I have never been here before. This planet is in need of law, of order. One company can only do so much. In a short time pirates have already moved in and set up here. We will see what we can do to help the innocents of this world, but I don't have any love loss for these pirates."

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Warehouse on the outskirts of Kalandra
Objective: 3B
Allies: [member="Kuryr"]
Enemies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Zrixtas"]
Nearby : [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Mirshko Betna"]
[4/20]

Bellatrix gave the appearance of moving boxes and crates around but she was not really used to this type of manual labor. Although she was becoming better at combat – both melee weapons, blasters and even hand-to-hand combat – with her lithe dancer frame and healthy spice habit, she wasn’t cut out for all of this assembly line work. In her jumpsuit disguise, she merely shuffled around, kicking crates here and there with a boot. If anything she was giving off the semblance of work, but that was the extent of it.

She heard Lauron complaining that they would need to keep up the ruse for a few more hours at least. A few more hours!?!? That sounded like pure torture to the half-Chiss slave. She was overheated in her jumpsuit, sweat beaded on her brow, and the inside of the suit was itchy against her sensitive blue skin. And to make matters worse, right behind her orange-hued eyes, she could feel the painful and distressing sensation of spice withdrawal starting to manifest itself in a migraine. Very soon, she would need a fix.

She came over to the Taung Pirate in in her sweetest voice, asked him, “Kuryr, I need to use the refresher. May I be excused for a few minutes?”

She held her hands behind her back so he wouldn’t see them shake.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Here we go, something that’s supposed to be a double post!

5/20

Objective: One, work CEC into the fold
Allies: [member="Gerion Ardik"]
Enemies: Pirate scum
Unknowns: [member="Ayden Cater"]

Mente was clearly still working her way into the fold as the office of the Foreman’s protocol and human interactions droid. She was, in truth, an Artificial Intelligence that may take over the Foreman spot and then the galaxy. Right now? She was working her way through some test bodies compliments of Archangel. They were really intelligent droids.

A great cause, really.

This one? Red hair, pale skin, green eyes. Pretty slim. Simple. She was working the programming from the inside, trying to find what suite worked for her needs. It’d all go to creating a wonderfully useful protocol unit.

For now, she was going to follow Ardik’s lead. And later enslave the organics. “I am Mente, a representative of the Foreman’s office. The Foreman is currently away on business and I am being sent in his stead, to keep tabs on this important meeting.” Truthfully, who was the Foreman at this point?


Objective 3 – Pirate Elimination
Allies - [member="Abraxas"] [member="Freanne"]
Location – Outside Kalandra


Marek was here to enforce and keep the peace. He wasn’t here under any orders, officially or unofficially. He knew there were pirates here, and pirates were unstable. They would not be allowed to be anywhere near the Techno Union controlled Druckenwell. And unlike Geonosis?

Druckenwell had seas. Had moisture, had the potential for sharks hurricanes. And that was what the man was doing, the one known as Marek Starchaser, the one sometimes known as Peregrus. He was reaching to the world, changing the temperature, slowly concentrating on it as he walked towards the city, the humidity and temperature change would be noticeable. It was bringing in the feelings of a storm.

He was closing in on the city. Things were about to change.

 

[Kuryr]

Location: Warehouse on outskirts of Kalandra
Objective: 3b, get to ship with repair crews and fight pirates
Allies: [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Anija Betna"]
Enemies: Pirate bastards
Close by: [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Mirshko Betna"]
[4/20]

He was ready to be off the ground and out of this confining warehouse, and here was Bellatrix asking to use the refresher. He wasn't stupid, he knew she wanted another hit of whatever he new drug was this week, he put up with it mainly because it was such an expensive habit for her that she rarely paid into her release fund. " Bella, " He said softly and in a tone that almost sounded like he cared about her. " Your drug habit is becoming a problem. Take your drugs right here, right now, no more running off. Let everyone here see that you're incapable of working with them unless you're high." He was making sure that she understood that he was going to put her on the spot. If everyone else thought she was a drug head, and incapable of doing her job when needed, she would be nothing to them. "You're becoming a problem with your drug use, and once you're not worth keeping around, well you know what happens next."

He didn't wait for her to respond he walked off and made sure the last of the crates were loaded onto the ship, he wasn't concerned with the weight of the crates, nor the contents, only that the shuttle looked full of parts. All of the crates left had been stacked carefully into the small cargo section of the ship, most of the lighter one on top just to make the work of taking them down easier. The pirates were making good work of the task and the last of the boxes were loaded up and ready to go. He nodded to Chuka " Good work. The hard part is up next. Go fetch Bella and get her on board. Next workout that she has scheduled, I want her to drop. You have my permission to work her until she's half dead." He smiled, " But do not harm her, if she becomes a liability we want her in good shape to sell." He almost felt regret at the statement, he did like the fire inside of the mixed race dancer, but he wouldn't tolerate her drug use if it affected missions. if she made a mistake that cost job he would take it out of her skin himself.

" Ok everyone aboard let's get the shuttle in the air, I want to be docked with the ship as soon as possible." He watched Chuka dragging the now drug filled Bellatrix onto the shuttle and shove her into a seat. The rest of the pirates filled into the last few seats and the cargo door was sealed. He strolled to the small cockpit where Dekka was sitting in the pilot's seat. "Take us op Dekka, fast as possible, without being suspicious."

 

[Lord Zrixtas]

[5/20]
Objective: 3 B
Location: The bridge of The Shadow's damnation (Space above Druckenwell)
Allies: [member="Seanna Vel"], [member="Anija Betna"] and [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: The Pirates, [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] and [member="Kuryr"]

Zrixtas was growing irritable, as much as he liked commanding the battle from the bridge he wanted to be in the thick of it. Slicing through swaths of fleshbags was his idea of a good day but he also knew that this was good experience of space combat command. "Command the droids to get those insertion pods and aim the point defenses at them as well. Never mind the strike-craft unless they are bombers." He then commanded the tactical operators before he walked up to the ensign and pointed at the holo projector. "Put that up on the captains chair I want to see how this all unfolds from all sides and get a better look at it." He told him as he placed his arm on his shoulder reassuringly which seemed to calm the nervous man down a bit.
He nodded to the older commander, that had been brought on board as an adviser for Zrixtas during this mission, as he then moved to sit down on his chair and opened the holo display to look over the battle as it unfolded. He noticed that the Ion cannons weren't being used and he began to look at the station a little better. "Fire commanders blanket a few volleys of Ion Cannon fire onto the stations defenses it might lessen the damage that Draco's ship takes from that station." He commanded as he had thought of blanketing the entire area around his ship with ion cannon fire to stop the strike crafts but he weighted it against hitting his own crafts and decided against it.
He then began to study the formations the pirates took against their own formations as well as rewind the battle a bit every so often to get a sense of were things were and what was possibly being planed.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Location: Where I was last time
Objective: Two?
Allies: [member="Mirshko Betna"], [member="Anija Betna"], [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: Pirates? I think?

Betna kept pushing forward with the rest of the unit under his command. The idea was to rummage around in some long lost research facility buried under a dead volcano. Or was it an active volcano? He couldn't remember, but there was definitely a volcano involved.

Mentally, he kicked himself for forgetting and tried to determine why he was so unfocused. At first, he blamed his writer's short attention span as he knocked down the fourth wall. Slowly, though, he realized it had more to do with something else entirely.

His entire, immediate family was here on Druckenwell. His wife was somewhere doing something probably just as dangerous as usual, he stood here to go rummage around in a laboratory of who knew what, and his daughter who was supposed to be under his care just wandered off to go investigate something out of sight. In a warzone. Without her father. Without much in the way of backup. But mainly, without her father. Or mother.

Anija was gonna murder him.

As he seriously contemplated turning the entire group around to go back and bring his daughter into safety, he spotted one of the Mandos he'd sent with Mirshko catching up. A quick explanation of what had happened did absolutely nothing to put his mind at ease. Toss in the quick message from his daughter that pinged in his HUD right after the Protector soldier was done explaining and Betna was having a really, really bad day.

He mentally kicked himself again and again for letting her go out of sight, but stopped himself. Armatech had been mentioned. Armatech. That meant...

Draco.

Betna immediately brought up the comms on his helmet and sent a terse message to the Protector in question.

"Draco, do you have Armatech assets at these coordinates?" he asked. He kept the worry out of his voice, at least as much as anyone outside of Anija could tell, but his tone was definitely on the curt side. "We've got a shuttle sighting out here with your logo on it. That yours?"

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Location:Secerate Trade Fed Facility
Objective: 2- Secure as much Data a possible
Unknowns:[member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Ross Jusik"] [member="Jeong Hye"]
3/20

It took longer then he would have cared to admit but he had finally dispatched the Pirates he was faced with, or at least that was what he thought they were. He lost all his men he had with him and now he was alone to retrieve the data of Trade Federation Archives. He didn't even care to look at his fallen enemy, he just needed to secure the central command center and download as much data as he could carry in his few portable Data Drives.

He rushed to the center terminal and started it up, he then awaited for the computer to boot up and show a screen for the menu. It took longer then he expected and that was when he heard a noise on the hallways, he responded by taking cover and making his body small behind another terminal.

 

[Jeong Hye]

Objective: Two
Post: 5/20
Other People on this Objective: Jaster of Clan Awaud, Ross Jusik, Khaleel Malvern, Coren Starchaser, Setzi Lunelle

It took a few moments for the wall panel to be removed, exposing the terminal beneath. A few more moments to expose the wiring without damaging anything. Rough as they looked, these men at least knew their way around physical tech. Of course before she'd upgraded them they'd likely spent half their time trying to keep themselves running.

"Insert the spike and let's see what we have.."

As soon as Retto connected both the data spike and his own cybernetics, Overdrive went to work. She'd made sure he was outfitted with physical memory drives, in case there was too much information to simply stream, which it looked like might be the case. She didn't love the BadDogs having physical copies of any of the info, but with the defences she'd set up to protect the memory drive it was unlikely the could pawn it to anyone before she found them and reclaimed it if they strayed. Honestly pulling the info was easy. She had enough data storage capacity she didn't need to even try and sort out what was relevant, that could be done later from safety.

What immediately caught her attention however, was that as predicted, someone had gone for the central terminal. It was in the middle of powering up. She could just shut it down remotely, but honestly that would slow her own download, and she had no interest in that. So instead she started coding.

"I don't think so friend.."

She commented quietly unseen and unheard, lips quirking up slightly. This still wasn't a challenge, after all, there was no other competent slicer there to oppose her, just some button masher. Still, she did like when she got to practice her craft.

Firewalls and viruses, and when they got through that, if they got through that, false data. Blueprints that had been proven impossible, where for third tier public tech or had been done by children as school projects. At first glance, seeing only blueprints they'd likely think they'd hit the jackpot, but in fact they'd get nothing of use, and as soon as she downloaded any piece of real data, she erased it, totally and completely, beyond the hope of being found again or pieced back together.

That was her specialty after all. Leave no trace.

 

[Mirshko Betna]

Location: Outskirts of Kalandra [In a BOX on a shuttle bound for one of Draco's ships]
Objective: Two/Three-B
Allies: [member="Arrbi Betna"]; Techno Union Forces, Mandalorian Protectors
Enemies: [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] | [member="Kuryr"] | Possibly [member="Olom Grihk"]
Post: [6/20]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hNGwHAYCR-Q[/media]​

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Mirshko had settled down in her chosen hiding place, her knees drawn to ther chest as she wrapped her arms around them. there wasn't really room inside the crate for much else. Sighing softly, she breathed a Mando'a curse. She wasn't especially happy about the situation... and she could imagine that Da probably was downright furious.... among other things. Frowning, she bit her lip and tried to think. At the time, it was the only option that had presented itself. She knew she wouldn't have had time to return to the rest of her group.

Hesitantly, she fiddled with her right gauntlet and thought about sending Da another message. And then she stopped herself. If the...whoever they were were as close as she thought, one of them might detect the transmission. And then the game was up. Swallowing at the thought, she slowly moved her hand away and tried to take slow deep breaths. She was fairly certain they weren't ArmaTech. But she had no way to prove it.. and no one to notify.

So, for now, she stayed put. After a few moments, she heard footsteps approaching, followed by muffled voices. They were right there.... She stopped breathing. When the lid of her hiding place wasn't ripped off, she started breathing again, though her pulse roared in her ears. And then, the crate moved. Bracing herself against the inside of the crate's walls, she swallowed. Biting her lip, she tried to take more slow deep breaths and center herself like Mom had taught her to do. It wasn't easy. But slowly, she felt her worry ease slightly. Not completely, but enough that she could calm to a degree.

When she could think again, she began to formulate a plan. Whatever they were up to... they were taking the crates (including hers) to a location which required parts and tools. The suits they were wearing looked somewhat like she'd seen spaceship mechanics wear, but, again her thoughts went back to the freshly painted logo. It wasn't making sense. For now, she resolved to hide when she had a chance to when they reached where they were going.

The movement stopped, and she felt her crate set down with a thud and much muffled conversation. And then there was scraping and bumping on the outside of the crate's cover. At first, she thought they were going to open it... but then after a few moments she realized they were merely stacking some of the other crates she'd seen atop hers. Chewing nervously at her lip, she tried to reduce her Force presence.... and blend in with the crate.

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Warehouse on the outskirts of Kalandra
Objective: 3B
Allies: Kuryr
Enemies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Zrixtas"]
Nearby : [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Mirshko Betna"]
[5/20]

As a slave, Bellatrix had gotten used to a level of her vulnerability on display, mostly in front of the Blood Pact. It was the nature of being a slave to be commanded to others whims and desires with really no recourse. But she felt a particular shame in her spice habit. On her home planet, relying on the crutch of a substance in order to get by wasn't so frowned upon as half of the population were addicted to death sticks. When on Balosar do as the Balosar do. But off-world it was clear to see how many other beings did not have this habit, even among criminals. Dekka was an alcoholic – that was clear by his pungent, cantina-like smell and constant belching and staggering. But the rest of her pirate crew was fairly clean, including the Taung leader Kuryr or so she could only assume.

So when Kuryr suggested that she do her spice right then and there, she was first surprised, and second, angry. Mostly at herself and this vulnerability. Which of course, would give Chukka more ammunition to complain that the half-Chiss slave was a liability. With hard, ungrateful and almost angry eyes, Bellatrix lit up a death stick and smoked it then and there, savoring the hit, allowing the smoke to remain in her lungs as long as possible and then trying to hold onto every inch of euphoria as it trickled from her brain to her body. Her limbs began feeling looser. Her pupils dilated. The high would peak now, but after a few minutes it would begin its slow downhill climb until it reached the bottom of her soul, and she would need more spice to feel good again.

Kuryr didn’t wait for her to respond, and this suddenly made her furious. How dare he give her a lecture like some after-school HoloSpecial about her spice use, when it was the only thing she had to protect her against Chukka’s daily verbal abuse and occasional physical beatings?!? She started to follow him, to protest, but as if he had read her mind, Chukka came wheeling around the corner and claws extended, grabbed her blue arm. Bellatrix knew that the Cathar enjoyed leaving bloody scratches whenever she could.

“IIEEYYAY! Off me you, beast!” shouted Bellatrix, but she stumbled forward propelled by Chukka who literally slammed her down into the shuttle seat.

“You stay there, Schutta,” spat Chukka. The rest of the crew went about their business used to the vitriol both females traded on a regular basis. The Cathar strapped into her own chair as they prepared to take off. But while she sat there, she recalled the almost tender nature of Kuryr’s lecture. The wheels began to turn in her head on how to exploit this… weakness? Affinity towards her?

At this point she would consider it a new development in their relationship, but would not jump to any wild conclusions either way.

 

[Darth Eversor]

Objective: 3 - Extermination
Allies: [member="Marek Starchaser"], [member="Freanne"]
Location: Outside Kalandra
Enemies: Pirates

//What is that you have accomplished thus far?//​

//You are not fit for duty, 1076.//​

//You are defective.//​

//You can be better than them.//​

//Their flesh must be torn, their blood made to rust the world.//​

//Their blood will cleanse you.//​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fH-Tv5vRtM4​

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Closer came the moment to brandish blade and wrath against the ruffians that awaited below, closer came the aggrandizing sweetness that their bodies would provide Abraxas. The edge of blackened, unlit madness crept behind the creation like a shadow of something far more twisted in representation compared to what science had intended. Machine and flesh waging against the morals that were supposed to be instilled; human innocence married to the cold calculations of precision and without the woe or groaning most sentient fleshlings seem to share. Abraxas studied these criminal types before when left to his own free time, and he couldn't help but wonder about the human condition and the necessity that urged them to garner attention in the most provocative manner possible. He understood their weak minds, their fragile hearts that lay beneath scars and damaged pride. He understood their nature and the hunger a fleshy mouth craved when left by itself.

The tongue of the monstrosity would subdue this craving, and in this locked battle of an organic realm, a birth will be wrought upon the world in the visage of bloodied and torn flesh made banner for the galaxy to awe and marvel at. The bones of these lost, confused individuals would be enlightened with a more suited usage likened to a seat in which the triumphant may be seated with an almost uncanny sense of victory; however, this victory would be ringing ever truer with a resounding laughter made into a cacophony by the creation's mocking silence. Even in the eyes of the soulless was some form of amusement, some humor to be had in the dismantling of the genetically inferior.

Time passed by, and the moment of liberation dragged itself forward like a limbless soldier across the battlefield.

Slowly but surely, Abraxas would come.

And they would die.

 

[Seanna Vel]

Location: Hyperspace
Objective: 3B
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Anija Betna"] [member="Mirshko Betna"] [member="Arrbi Betna"]
Enemy: [member="Kuryr"]

It had to be in her voice more then more. Even so she knew that she need to do to get those pirates after all what these people went through now this. It was as if some twisted fate had been on these people of unlucky. "I have during the time that the sky brought down those shipyard up there. So many years that has passed."

Bring her self to the present to the other one that seem to be speaking now. Giving her own respect more then anything she could feel him in the force not as good as much but still there. As she spend more time seeing how the weapon system. "Well, its time to put the hurt on these pirates and give these people there planet back again."

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Outer System
Objective: 3 B
Allies: [member="Anija Betna"][member="Seanna Vel"][member="Zrixtas"] [member="Arrbi Betna"]
Enemies: [member="Kuryr"]
[4/20]

As the ship engaged the pirate aligned station in the far system, the shields flickered to full and began absorbing fire from the station. In response the forward weapons on the Bes'Drahr continued blasting away as uglies and droid fighters duked it out around the vessel. All around me and Seanna tactical operators spoke into headsets, relaying data to the droid fighters and to the gun crews. Mostly the gun crews were attempting to focus fire near central hub of the pirate station in hopes of penetrating its shields before arriving at point blank range where the Bes'Drahr excelled. They probably didn't know that, and were hoping to survive long enough that they might be able to swarm the ship but we were making it difficult.

A comms officer relayed a message to me. From Betna, probably not good news. He asked if I had assets on the ground. Probably. It was possible that there were ArmaTech work crews already at Druckenwell given the nature of this operation. A better, more informed CEO might know exactly, I didn't keep up with the minutia that well. I kept up with my production very well. Not the location of every crew. "Maybe." I responded. "Is it a repair group?" I asked the Mandalorian. That would make sense given that we were taking experimental ships into combat.

 

[Freanne]

Location: 3
Allies: [member="Corey's OOC"] [member="Abraxas"]
2/20

She had not received her orders yet, but she have her standing orders. That was simply to shadow them, and make sure they had support, with that in mind she told her troops, Move out. She was heading to there last known location in kalandar, it was a one click march as the wompbat files, problem was they did not fly. She set off, making sure her team always had five people looking in the rear. So they would not get ambushed without warning, she also made sure the advance had another team always covering them. They also where all wearing recon armour, so being seen by the enemy was not an issue. It was just an issue of keeping people in formation, so each and every one of them knew where the other was. As otherwise friendly fire incidents could happen, and she had done one before herself.

 

[Kuryr]

Location: Warehouse on outskirts of Kalandra
Objective: 3b, get to ship with repair crews and fight pirates
Allies:[member="Bellatrix Celvina"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Anija Betna"]
Enemies: Pirate bastards
Close by: [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Mirshko Betna"]
[5/20]

The ship rocketed upwards into the sky, Dekka guiding it into a place that would allow it to intercept one of the battleships yet remain away from the fighting. He was sad that he had been forced to make Bellatrix embarrass herself like he did, but she needed to learn a lesson. If she was to be a part of the crew them she would have to know that when it was time for business that they would trust her. If not she would be no better than the flesh they peddled, cargo to be used by the grew as they saw fit until they got tired of her and sold her off. He liked her, she had a fire inside of her that was unlike anything he had seen, except maybe for Chuka. He sighed heavily as he thought about the next few weeks with them aboard the ship.

As the ship left atmosphere he could begin to see the small naval fight happening and he smiles, the chaos would allow them a much better chance at stealing a ship, the pirates were the perfect distraction that he needed. He touched the force slightly as they approached the Armatech fleet in space, he wanted to find one that would be an easy target, reports of Armatech employing force sensitives, as well as its owner being one make Kuryr worry. He wanted to avoid serious opposition to his plan, the last thing he needed was a pesky force user seeing through his ruse. " That one" He said pointing to the last one in the line, the one that had just entered the engagement. "That's the one we want, it's captain hesitates, he will be the weak link." He said to Dekka as the ship altered course slightly to match trajectory with the last ship in line.

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Druckenwell Orbit, Bes'Drahr Battleship - Engineering Bay [Totally NOT on the Bridge ]
Objective: 3B - Make sure things aren't broken
Allies: [member="Zrixtas"] [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: [member="Kuryr"] and pirates
Post: [7/20]

Frowning, Anija listened to the comm chatter for a moment. While she was tied into the shipwide comm net at the moment, she was mostly paying attention to any information received from ANNE or her crew of techs. Most everything else seemed to be working fine. Except the inertial dampners. Frowning, Anija grabbed a small spool of cable and a engineer's tool case from the supply locker. She knew she didn't really need it, but maybe.... maybe she might.

For now, she turned her attention back to the task at hand. If they were going to combat test the Bes'Drahr battleships, the inertial dampners really needed to be fixed. As she moved down the corridor, ANNE helpfully marked out a path for her to get to the location quickly. Which, was probably a good thing, because Anija really hadn't had time to study the schematics that extensively. There were times, she was really glad that Arrbi had gifted her with the AI. Other times, the thing drove her up the wall.

But for now, it was invaluable. She made her way quickly to where the inertial dampner system was located. It definitely wasn't something she would have found on her own. While the main controls were in engineering, the power hub was located in a slightly hidden access passageway. Swearing softly under her breath, she crouched and pried off the maintenance access panel next to the hub. Keeping herself steady, she activated the holodriver on her right wrist, and the scanners on her other. What she'd found initially was confirmed a few seconds later. She'd have to manually install the proper cables and then reroute the power through the new cables.

Cursing softly, she set to work. First, she set about location the cable junctions where the three power cables should have been installed. She found them on the back side of the hub as she poked her head inside the maintenance space. She had been right. Two were missing... and looked to have been shunted off to another system... or just capped off. She found that strange. Shaking her head, she grabbed the cable and cut the required lengths to reach from the junction connectors to the cable mounts on the back of the hub console. When this was done, she uncapped the junctions and carefully slotted the new cables into place, testing to make sure they were secure.

Once she was sure they were, she checked the status readout on the front of the hub. Nothing had changed. She'd have to reroute the power from her console back in Engineering. Grumbling, she gathered her gear and trudged back to the Engineering Bay. Once there, she dumped the remaining cable inter the supply locker along with the tool kit. Free of it, she made a beeline to her console, and studied the scans which were still displayed on her console. Once she'd located the right system, she touched a few controls to route power back to that system from the generators. It wouldn't take power from essential systems, just merely allocated the power the system was supposed to have.

<Draco, Inertial dampners should be fixed. I had to manually shunt it after repairing the cables.> she sent to him over the comm. She really didn't want to bore him with the details, as she knew he was busy with other things. It was then that she sensed anger and frustration from [member="Arrbi Betna"]. It had something to do with Mirshko. Switching to their shared, secured channel, she sent a burst comm, hoping he'd reply.

 

[Mirshko Betna]

Location: [In a BOX on a shuttle bound for one of Draco's ships]
Objective: Two/Three-B
Allies: [member="Arrbi Betna"]; Techno Union Forces, Mandalorian Protectors
Enemies: [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] | [member="Kuryr"] | Possibly [member="Olom Grihk"]
Post: [8/20]

She wasn't sure how long they were in the shuttle. It was hard to judge distance when you couldn't see. According to the scanners built into her armor, they were now in space. That could mean only one thing. They were headed for one of the ships that had come to do some testing runs in the Druckenwell system. Which one, she didn't know. Frowning, she looked closer st the sensors. They were drawing quickly closer to the last vessel in the formation. granted, her armor's sensors weren't all the sophisticated... pretty much a more basic version of the aliit'gam to help her get familiar with the systems.

Eventually, she felt the shuttle bump gently. They'd touched down... probably in a hangar on the ship. For now, she stayed in her hiding place. Not like she could go much of anywhere with the rest of the crates stacked on top of and around her own, anyways. After a couple minutes, she heard muted footsteps and conversation as the rest of the shuttle's occupants began moving about and shifting the crates to access whatever t hey might need. She was piecing this together based solely on what she could hear, as she didn't dare touch the Force.

For now, she simply waited.

 

[Jeong Hye]

Objective: Two
Post: 6/20
Other People on this Objective: Jaster of Clan Awaud, Ross Jusik, Khaleel Malvern, Coren Starchaser, Setzi Lunelle


This was a rather successful endeavor so far, and honestly Overdrive was feeling fairly pleased with herself. Two gung-ho, gunslinging groups who'd rushed for the obvious prize were keeping each other busy allowing her own team to enter quietly, get the information, stop anyone else from getting it and in a moment they'd be leaving. Everything was nice and neat. No muss, no fuss, nothing to link back to her. And who knew what she was getting. Might be something worth having. Really though as long as someone else thought they were missing out, that was enough.

Let them all fight over nothing.

These were the moments when it was tempting to leave a call-sign. To let them know who'd outsmarted them. And there was a very real temptation. She resisted however, as she always did. Better to play smart. She'd rather stay anonymous, alive and free, then be infamous, hunted and found.

She was done setting up the false downloads and fire walls. Now it was just waiting for everything to finish downloading, going in and deleting each file as it was pulled. Every trace. Anyone could delete something, and then someone like her would come along behind them and pull it back up, reconstruct it. Truly deleting things was hard. An art. And she was the best. She was not the best at many aspects of slicing, but she was the best at this.

"Gotta say, kinda reckoned a secret underground, underwater volcano lair'd be a bit harder t'rip off."

"If you wanted a challenge you could always try walking out the front door through our friends with the firepower."

"Y'know, I think I'm right with not doin' that. Nothin' wrong with easy."

"I like easy. Jobs, pay and women."

"Ha! Too right!"

"That's the last of it. Give me a moment to finish the wipe.."

With the last of the data downloaded, it was just a matter of finishing the clean up. Another moment or two and even that was done. All of this would have taken much longer with any opposition of course, but since it seemed they'd slipped through completely unnoticed it was fairly quick and routine.

"Pull the spike and follow the route back to the service entrance. No ones noticed the boat yet that I can see, you can exit the same way you entered."

"Cor is there like, really a route in yer head Bazza?"

"Yeah mate, it's bloody handy."

"Bit weird innit?"

"I guess, I'm startin' t'get used to it. Hey Boss, reckon I can get y't'program the route for the nearest whorehouse in after we get paid?"

"I could. No promises you'd like it when you get there and I absolutely do not want to know your preferences to make sure you do."

There was snickering at this as the connections to the terminal were severed, the panel was put back into place and the two men headed back down the hallway, following a path only one of them could see.