Ruins of Silver Station

[Jaster Awaud]

Silver Starion.

Once a great mining facility turned into a Rebel base against the galactic empire. The base after 400 years has faded from memory and usefulness, abandoned. Many years of military use just up and lifted from the base as the virus pushed through this section of space. The station inside and asteroid now layes dormant, absent of crew, personnel, and sentient life. Now Jaster cruiser entered the system to search for new goodies.

Jaster was never a good man, this was always certain, but he wanted to do good now. Without his factions knowledge he went in search of much needed supplies and equipment. Jaster knew he couldn't do such a venture alone with only the crew he had at hand, employing the assistance of [member="Pel Duval"]. They stand on the bridge of his familys' converted Hammerhead-Class Cruiser,looking at the astroid base from affairs and outside its possible weapons range.

Jaster looks out at this possible gold mine of supplies and says, "I thank you again, friend, all medical supplies and equipment is mine as per our agreement, anything else," Jaster looks over at the Sith, "finders keepers, losers.... Well they just loose." Jaster smiles at the man next to him.

 

[Garik Reed]

Pel walked back and forth in the room. He hated ships. Small, cramped, an unnatural piece of metal floating through nothing. Hated it. Alas, his Master, Nickolas Imura had commanded him to assist in this mission. Not to mention, Pel could use the extra credits. And anything else they might find on the station. Pel stopped his pacing when Jaster spoke, and raised his large hand up to his chin. "I do not lose." He grunted, taking it almost as an insult.

Pel glanced out the window, and shuddered inside. He would use his feelings of being inside the ship to fuel him in the station. No doubt they would some how find trouble here. Looking out into space, seeing all the stars, and planets, he felt small. And he hated it. No Sith should feel small. "Let's get this over with." He grunted to the man beside him, and started walking for the bridge's exit.

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[Jaster Awaud]

Jaster found the man entertaining. Not everyday you get to meet someone who can't stand space flight, especially on a roomy cruiser. 'Oh well' Jaster thought. "Alright helmsmen move us in boarding distance, tell marines to get ready for clearing and scouting droids at the ready." Jaster wasn't new at this station to ship flash boarding, but was his first raid on an abandoned base, a lot of things he couldn't plan for and wasn't willing to loose good marines to under maintained weapons systems.

He glanced out the corner of his eye at the Sith, 'That is why he is here.' He moved to the back corridor to meet the marines in the air locks, "XO, u have the bridge, prep the fighter to fly X pattern Delta Three Three." In other words he wanted he fighters to fly a search and evade pattern incase of heavy weapons still activating. "As for you Sith," he looked at [member="Pel Duval"], "we are going to have to do the fun part while my crew deals with the difficult part."

As if looking for the 400 year old power core in the dark, vacuumed, possibly droid infested base was fun, well it was to his mariens anyways.

 

[Garik Reed]

"Fun. I don't have fun. Now, get me off this damned ship." Pel crossed his arms, looking, well, cross. He had a frown on his face, and his massive arms were twitching in anticipation of a battle. No doubt there would be. No one would recruit a Sith if they weren't expecting trouble. Pel took one last look at the bridge, and turned around. He walked out, and started heading for the exit. He had no idea if they were going by shuttle, or docking directly to the station. He didn't care, to be honest. As long as Pel got himself off this damned poodoo.

[member=Jaster of clan Awaud]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Pel Duval"]

Jaster smiled at the discomfort of the Sith. They left the bridge and walked down the silver lighted corradors to an airlock. There stood 10 very fierce Mandalorians in different color armor and design.

"Hello sir, the forward squad has cleared the docking bay and the only one working seems to be the extended arm, blast doors protect the two hanger bays." Said on of the marines in blue armor.

Jaster looked over at the Sith, "And here I thought my friend here wanted to go for a space walk." Probably not the best thing to tease a Sith warrior, but how could he not help himself. "Ready to go, friend?"

 

[Garik Reed]

[member=Jaster of clan Awaud]

Pel followed Jaster through the ship. He paused in front of the airlock, and looked at all the mandalorians around it. He just grunted a greeting to them, and slid his long-handled lightsaber in his hand. He glanced at Jaster, ignoring the joke. "Let's get this over with." The giant man rolled his shoulders, and started walking for the airlock. He was ready for this.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Pel Duval"]

Jaster liked that the man was so seriouse, this means more spoils for the deeper they go. Jaster gestured to his men to open the airlock, seemed fine. Just a normal corridor to any old space station, only difference was that it was very dark. Jaster and his men turned on there helmet lights to brighten up there paths. "Alright men, if you see another light source moving it could be our guys as well, all front men have been order to have there headlight switch from ordinary to red then back and return the signal back to keep us from shooting each other." Jaster talked to his men who quickly answered with a nod.

"All units send out your scout droids, we need eyes in front of us." Jaster leaned over to one of his men as he pulled out a hand held scouting droid, throw it into the hallway and it made the iconic droid noise. "Let's go men."

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

The bright blue stars that had stretched into vast lines would recede, the dark vacuum ahead becoming visible as Tugoro's Aleph star fighter exited hyperspace. From the limited view port, the young Padawan would gaze out towards the large asteroid base, his brow furrowing as he noticed the large Hammerhead cruiser. Thanks to his studies earlier on as a Jedi, he was able to recognize the ship's design due to his interest in the times of the Old Republic. Still, this one seemed to be painted a different color than most, and also harbored a dark aura. Surely, these individuals were not affiliated with the Republic in anyway. The sleek, Sith-made fighter that Tugoro rested in would begin to push forward slowly, as the boy within monitored it's advanced sensors, picking up the unidentified fighters that had just begun their search and evade.

If memory did serve, then Tugoro knew that that Hammerhead was equipped with a tractor beam. One that would be able to capture and pull his ship into it's hangar, if able to lock on that is. Knowing that his craft boasted incredible speed and maneuverability, Tugoro was somewhat at ease, while still trying to remember the loud out of turrets the cruiser was armed with. Opening a comm channel directly to the Hammerhead's bridge, the young pilot would speak through his headset, "Unidentified Hammerhead, please ... Identify yourself." The youth would command with confidence, despite the awkward wording. Still not entirely used to pilot language and basic overall, Tugoro would await a reply, his hands on his fighter's controls as he aligned it's front with the cruiser's ion engines. Being a member of the current Rebel Alliance, Tugoro only felt it natural that he visit this site after he had done some reading on it. However, the Padawan had not expected to encounter anyone else, this far out in space. He could only imagine how this was going to go.

[member="Pel Duval"]
[member='Jaster of clan Awaud']

 

[Jake Fuga]

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[Jake Fuga]

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Jake Fuga]

Jaster received a call from one of the bridge crew, "ummm sir, this is crewman Demosh, I have an u unidentified space craft that just exited hyperspace, what should I do?"

Jaster and the marines were to far from the docking clamps to do anything, "Crewman, where's the bridge officers and the XO?"
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Crewman Demosh was left on the bridge alone. He was a mear helmsman operator. The bridge crew thinks there job was done left him there to go to the ships cantina for drinks. Probably drunk they could come to his assiance in the small problem.

He exsplained this to his admiral who he followed into exile. "Then send squadron 3-3 to intercept." Jaster replied.

Demosh ran over to the comm desk, "Squadron," he looked at the call sheet, "Beshek, this is bridge command, go to x-Ray 33-2 and form up to retreivr the unknown pilot, alive are orders."

"Roger that command," said the squadron leader, "Cricket you take Joker and swing behind him to keep an eye on him, Doctora your with me." They took there Kom'rk-class fighters to there position, the squadron leader turned into an open channel, "This is a restricted area, by order of admiral Jaster Awaud, your star fighter will be confiscated until further notice, send pilot information through channel 3-2 for proper docking procedure, we are to escort you to the cruiser."

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Pel Duval"]

As the Cruiser delt with the incident outside Jaster and Pel went further into the station. Being pitch black and very old the light from all the marines helmets reflected off the dust that was scattered from when the airlick doors were opened. Looking like a thick fog Jaster looked around to only see a small fraction of the soldiers he brought with him. How was he to slim down the dust particles,.... Bingo, he needed to switch on the power and get the life support to circular the air and get rid of the dust. He pulled up the blueprints for the station, the power core was.... Ahh here, three corridors across from where he was now.

"Sir, there's a door here." Called out one of the men. Jaster looked at the blueprint, storage room.

"Open it up," commanded Jaster, "weapons at the ready."

 

[Garik Reed]

Pel lightsaber came up, and he turned it on. A massive red blade lit the corridors, making it look like flames were dancing across the walls. He brought it into a two handed stance, his feet spread shoulder width, which for him, was almost two feet wide. Hopefully there were droids in there. It was hard resist the urge to cut down the ones the mandalorians had let out, and he needed to relieve some anger. "Let's do this."

[member=Jaster of clan Awaud]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Pel Duval"]

The door opened and a Rebel era protocol droid fell from the door way and hit the floor. One of the marines reacted and shot it in the head. This made everyone else laugh at the scared reaction of the young marine. Jaster was the first in the room, Pel followed quick I step, the rest of the marines waited outside the room checking the hallway. This room was quite clean, the droid must have cleaned it all up while stuck in there until it lost power. There were many creates in there, Jaster put his weapon away and cracked open one of the creates.

"Holy Bantha Chit..." Jaster opened a great filled with E-11 blaster rifles. There were 20 just in this one create, the whole room had the same creates. "There must be at least 2,000 rifles in this room alone," Jaster looked at the blueprints, there's 15 storerooms and 2 armories, along with the hanger this has to be a gold mine." Jaster looked over at Pel.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Having aligned his fighter with the Hammerhead cruiser, Tugoro was ready to strike, his thumbs already upon the trigger. Upon hearing that his ship was going to be confiscated, the young Jedi decided that these people were not the good kind. Still, he wondered who the dark presence was radiating off of, and wanted to meet them desperately. Pressing down on the buttons, the two concussion missile launchers mounted on the Aleph star fighter would react, launching two powerful explosives that would soar towards the Hammerhead's engines. If they were to impact, they would detonate, releasing a strong explosion that would hopefully damage or disable the craft temporarily. Looking down at full spectrum sensor in the cockpit, Tugoro would notice the enemy fighters approaching, two were hooking around while two approached head on.

Pulling on the controls, the Jedi would raise his fighter's nose, one hand pushing on the throttle as the super fighter blasted up at a surprisingly fast speed. Having put the fighters behind him for now, Tugoro would sigh a bit, preparing for evasive maneuvers as he increased the Aleph's speed, causing it to shoot towards the asteroid base.
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[member="Pel Duval"]

 

[Garik Reed]

[member=Jaster of clan Awaud] | [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

Pel followed Jaster into the armory. He looked around shrugging. The room had absolutely no interest to him. He turned back around, and started walking out of the room. "Let's find something interesting." Pel stopped, and turned to one of the men. He stared at him for a few seconds, feeling the Force flow through him. He projected anger, and fear outwards as best as he could. "Has the fighter been dealt with yet?" The Sith stood there for a few seconds, waiting for an answer. Hopefully the man would give one, otherwise Pel was ready to chop his head off. The mission was boring to him. So far they'd found some guns, and a lone fighter. He had no needs for guns, and couldn't fly. What Pel wanted was blood.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Pel Duval"]

Jaster was more entertained by the weapons then the Sith, they could sell for 3,000 credits a piece. Oh well more for himself. Jaster put the lid back on the crate and gestured two of his men to cover them till support came to pick up. Continuing down the hall to little he received a call from Squad 3 who's mission was to get power back up. "Sir, this is Squad 3 Leader, we found the controls for the generators, permission to proceed?"

Finally, they could see with the lights on. "Go ahead squad leader, proceed."

After a few minutes the power could be hear cycling and the lights turned on. The hallway was white with blacklines interrupting every 10 feet signifying a new section of walking. Common in old renal bases because of there easy construction. They were dirty after 800 years of not being used, but then Jaster realized there were dead skeletal body's here and there on the floor of the station. A mix of smuggler, storm trooper armor and rebel guards littered the floor here and there. "My god." Said one of the rookie soldier. Jaster agreeed, what could do this, the youngest skeletal body seemed to be a little over 50 years so it couldn't be the virus.

Suddenly Jaster heard the sound of rapid metalic rolling. A sound he had never heated before. Suddenly a noise came over from the radio, "Sir this is Squad 5, we are," blaster fire could be heard down the hall," we are under fire by some droids, we can't tell...." A yell in pain followed over the radio that echoed through th hall way.

Square 5 was no more then 50 yards ahead of them, protecting and reckoning the area ahead of Jaster and the Sith. The metalic rolling could be heard again, aproching closer and closer. Then as soon as a glimpse was seen, jaster remembered what made this awful and scary sounds, Droidicas. The two Mark II Droidicas appeared around the corner of one of the hallways, all of Jasters men were confused by the ancient droids, but Jaster knew, "Get in cover!!" All of his men jumped in the crevices of the hallway and some in empty rooms. As the Mark II Droidicas opened up and raided there sheilds, they fired down the hallway making moving forward nearly impossible. Jaster was pinned down in a crevices of the hallways shooting with both his blaster pistol. 'Oh, what now?' He thought

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

The starship pitched up out of the rang of the two reviving fighter ships, but the two following were able to stay within range of the ship. Unable to maneuver into a firing posistion the fighter craft following the Jedi figured to keep up would be the best decision at the moment till Squadron Leader could move into position to attach the tracto beam.

Demosh decided to take the controlles of the Hammerhead class cruiser incase an emergency de-clamping was necessary. Nothing could be done till the bridge crew retuned.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

The station was a clean place and with the power now restoring the air vents to vent the dust, Jaster and his men were able to see the hallways from where the Droidicas were firing from. From Jaster position the Sith would seem to have been hit and they would have to extract him back to the ship. He was able to hold off some fire as the Droidicas fired in his direction. Jaster ordered his men to roll there distributers in there direction.

As the men moved up to a proper location, Jaster and the rest fired to draw the attention of the Maximum Threat profile most older droids carried. As they fired, they received the brunt of the attack. This provided with the perfect chance for the Marines to rush the droids and slide the Dristruper Grenades under them.

It worked and the droids were disabled. As the troops and Jaster recovered he counted 1 dead and 3 injured. He now had 6 men to clear this station, along with the other 2 teams of 10 out there. He suspected all of team 5 were dead and predicted that he would need more men. He sent the Sith back to the ship to receive proper medical care and as he tried to resist being moved, Jaster threatened to kill him were he stood if he endangered his me again. Not a great move as he probably couldn't take the Sith, but it got him to shut it and be allowed to moved.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

As Jaster continued through the station there were no more security systems alert and the remains of the troops were able to clear the armories of the weapons and armor. Yet there was still no sign of the medical equipment he was looking for, and after reaching the command center he found what he was looking for.

"Sir, I think I have something over here." Said the square leader.

Jaster walked over there to see that the commanders seat was sat in by an old imperial officer, not a Rebel as the data stated. This would explain what the Stormtroopers armor were doing littering the floors of the hallways. As his trooper pointed to the screen though, Jaster noticed something better. Three MC80 Liberty type Star Cruiser, the flagships of the old rebal navy, this was a find of a lifetime as they were very hard to find now. He was sure that those were where the supplies were hiding, and with the empire raining down on them, they thought it was lost.