Shattering the Chains

[Rayne Maxis]

Open Space near Tattooine:​

Prompt:​

Shattering the chains:​

Zygerrians.. savage beasts renown for their enslavement of the Galaxy's lower classes. The Co-Alor does not condone this criminal enterprise, and as a result has issued a bounty on their ships, overwhelm them with trade marked Mandalorian power, if the ships can be salvaged all the better, any and all slaves should be brought to the MDY for an offer of paid employment.​

Rayne sat in the Captain's chair of The Cloud, her personal Kad’ika-Class Light Cruiser, a lit death stick hanging from her fingers, smoking gently upward. She got the feeling a few of her helmsmen weren't fond of her habit while operating, but the perks of being in charge were that no one else's opinions mattered.. to complete this current state of mind, Rayne wore a slight scowl on her face, she wasn't fond of slavers, in fact she hated them, and today would be only one day in a long stream of days that she would take part in eliminating them. Their bounty was also on Rayne's mind, an entire ship full of stolen and kidnapped slaves, she aimed to recruit them, to bring them home and offer them employment and safety under the banner of Clan Maxis.

Zygerrian slavers were, reportedly, on their way with a frigate full of slaves for trade, Rayne had initially had a hard time believing they possessed a frigate, until Intel came in identifying the ship, it was old, run down and probably barely afloat, it had likely been salvaged from a battle sight from a long forgotten war. This was advantageous, her partner in today's efforts would be [member="Hask Jen-Maxis"] ( [member="KinkyPrawn"] ) he had proven himself time and time again to be a loyal friend, even before all the money and power had started to flow in, and Rayne was happy to now share a Clan with the man, even if he was an old dirty piece of pureblood Sith spit with no talent for battle.. Rayne smiled at the thought, and then had one of her helmsmen open a hail, he had a Mandalorian issued ship, but Rayne was still prepared to bust his balls quickly. Once the hail opened up, Rayne called to him, Hey Hask you no good, dirty piece of Spit.. Rayne began, I'm sure that was a perfectly good ship before you set foot inside and turned it into a Sith hole.. Rayne continued.

 

[Hask Jen-Maxis]

Hask's Nebula-Class Corvette sailed through the void towards Rayne's frigate. While he still needed to recruit a full crew, the ship's primary weapons and other systems were fully staffed and operational. Hask stood tall on the bridge of his ship, his eyes derting between the crew's activities and his friend's ship.

When the order came in to take down a bunch of Zygerrians and recruit a bunch of new people for the Clan, Hask was all in. Slavers were utterly worthless to him, even during his days in the Sith Empire. Another fact that didn't sit right with his superiors. They held power over others and acted like they were these strong individuals, yet when their power is challenged they fold up like a camping chair with no resistance at all.

A smile creeped up on his lips at the sound of Rayne's voice as she greeted him in her typical less-than-polite way. "Say what you want Rayne, at least my ship isn't filled with the smell of hard drugs, alcohol and fornication...though it does make it's rounds through here from time to time." he spoke casually, the last part causing some of his crew members to snicker lightly and betray their own secrets.

"I have to admit, the Cloud's looking good. Light cruiser right? Better than that rickety old freighter you had a couple years ago." Hask said with a smug grin, knowing the comment would definitely get some reaction out of her.

[member="Mad_Dog"]

 

[Rayne Maxis]

Rayne looked around, It doesn't smell like.. she paused, the death stick in her hand letting off a strong aroma, and the flask in the cup holder of the Captain's chair filling her nostrils with the sweet smell of champagne, and her fingers certainly smelled the part of the last one, Well.. Rayne started, trying to think of a witty comeback, but he had nailed it right on the head, Son of a.. Rayne said just as Hask started in on his next round, he was getting good at this, he used to be the one who got stumped, or came back with not so good quips, but then he went too far.. he insulted the original Cloud, a death sentance for lesser men. Listen here you sun burnt piece of Sith, that ship was a one of a kind master piece, far superior in speed, armament, durability, and handling to that hunk of junk Coriellian taxi you called the Hellion.. More like the Smell(ion) Rayne fired back, looking to her weapons systems engineers, half tempted to order them to open the full armament against the friendly ship...

As the two war ships sat in open space, not terribly far from Tattooine, their captains bickering at eachother, little did they know in just a few minutes a full sized Zygerrian slave frigate would be entering their view..

OOC: Sorry for short post. I'm on mobile and coding is difficult.

 

[Hask Jen-Maxis]

Both Hask and his crew mates were trying to stifle their laughs as best they could...but were failing gloriously. He had her, hook line and sinker. He cearly struck a nerve with the Cloud and, with his Pureblood side getting the better of him, went in for the kill. "Really, that's all you got? Come on, you're making this too easy. Say what you want about the Hellion, at least it could tank a missile and still fly..." he wanted to continue but decided against it as he swore he could see her guns just turning a few inches towards him. The thought immediately pulled him out of his bickering as a realisation dawned on him.

"Ummm, Rayne...when's our target supp..."

"Sir, ship coming out of hyperspace!"

"Ah, never mind." the interruption of his crew member answered his question perfectly. He took a few steps forward to get a better visual on the ship. "All batteries, open fire! Target it's engines and break its shields. I want that ship dead in the water!" he barked and his crew sprang to life. The alarms sounded, his shields went up and the entire crew scurried to get to battle stations.

The slaver ship was one that Hask was completely unfamiliar with. It was big, definitely a frigate from a bygone era. How it still managed to operate was beyond him. All that matters was that they won't be having trouble disabling it. He turned to face one of the crewmen behind a console "As soon as that ship's down you reel her in. I'll be killing those slaver scum myself!" the crewman nodded rapidly and returned to his job.

He went over his gear. His guns were loaded, his lightsabers were ready, his flamethrower and missile were primed and ready to fire. He was itching for a fight and these slavers were going to give it to him.

[member="Mad_Dog"]

 

[Rayne Maxis]

The ship popped out of hyperspace, it was massive, if this was a frigate it was barely inside the size qualifications to be one. Immediately the helmsman cried out, Enemy ship in range! prompting everyone, who were already at their stations, to begin working feverishly to do their assigned duties, Open the battery, lay off the Mass Driver we have friendlies on board that vessal, target their shields I want our Ion cannon on it thirty seconds ago! Rayne commanded, now standing. Immediately the turbo-lasers and the point defense laser cannons went to work, The Cloud equipped with an impressive armament, and the dual Ion cannon whirred to life a moment later, sending a continuous line of shield shattering energy toward the slaver frigate. With the majority of the armament from both Mandalorian ships opening up on this archaic frigate, it's seasoned and well worn shields popped within seconds of the Ion cannons landing, and a few of the lasers shot now connected with the unprotected hull of the ship, Cease Turbo-Lasers, use point defense cannons to target their offensive measures, I want it floating dumb asap! Rayne commanded, Assault concussions target their propulsion systems! She yelled, a moment later five torpedos left their tubes and sailed toward the frigates main engines, Hask this thing is huge, we're going to need both of our tractors to hold it still if those engines don't give out.. She said, her men now activating the six tractor beams of The Cloud's. The Torpedos struck true, but the thing kept moving, meanwhile the Frigate's weaponry had just started opening up, a bit late, but they were at least trying, Rayne thought for a moment about the size of the enemy force inside that thing, it must be absolutely enormous... but that was a problem for a few minutes from now, not right now.

The Clouds laser cannons had already succeeded in taking out a few pieces of the old ship's armament, though there were many left, mostly autoblasters, and heat ray laser technology from a long ago time, what life must have been like back when those were new? Keep the pressure on, Hold that thing still! Rayne commanded.

 

[Hask Jen-Maxis]

While Hask's Corvette wasn't nearly as large as Rayne's frigate, it more than managed to keep up in terms of firepower. While Rayne pommelled the massive ship from the left, Hask flanked to it's right. In no time at all the ship's shields were down, but with it's enormous size it was still managing to tank every round they threw at it and still keep flying. Rayne activated her tractor beam while focusing on the slavers' defences. Their guns were so antiquated that they barely managed to hurt either Mandalorian's ships.

Hask kept flanking right. When he reached the rear, he chimed into the comms. "Rayne watch your fire. I'm going to take out it's engines. That thing's too big for my beams to even do anything, it'll tear me apart.". Despite his objections he still activated his tractor beams and his ship moaned and grunted under the strain. Next to nothing was still better than nothing at all. As the massive ship started to slow down, Hask's Corvette reached the rear. "All batteries, open fire!" and with one barking order his ship let loose round after round of all its weapons. They blasted through the massive engines and one after the other they either tore off or went offline.

The Corvette stopped firing as it's guns shut down after overheating. Their weapons would be offline for several minutes but at least they succeeded. The enemy vessel came to a standstill and Hask moved to it's right to dock. "Alright Rayne, we're ready to dock on this side. You go on that side then we'll meet in the middle." Hask spoke casually as the docked with the enemy ship.

With his crew being little more than a skeleton staff at the moment, he didn't have any men to use as a boarding party. Thankfully he didn't exactly need one.

[member="Mad_Dog"]

 

[Rayne Maxis]

The Cloud targeted and tore apart multiple of the external weapons mounted on the massive frigate, while simultaneously moving closer and closer to begin the docking procedure, each person in their station knowing what to do, and executing their jobs at a satisfactory level. meanwhile, Rayne and her vanguard were making their way to the docking tubes, Herself and three dozen armed to the teeth Mandalorian warriors. She'd already checked them, but double checked along the way the ammunition charge of the MT-14 Heavy Blaster Pistol which now lay in her right hand, and the AT-HBP1 “Brotherguard” occupying her left, whoever was on the other side of these doors were in for a nasty treat.

It was clear news of the boarding had been spread through the ship, since as soon as the blast doors opened enemy fire began ringing out and bolts flew toward the door, Rayne had planned for this and mobile cover had already been pushed up, providing her troop with more than enough area to take cover, the other two tubes with a dozen supercommandos doing the same, taking defensive positions and laying down fire. Hask! Duarte! I've got heavy enemy fire in the hull, We'll take care of it, what's your sit rep? Rayne called out over their comms, high amounts of blaster fire being heard in the background of her transmission.

Rayne peeked over the cover, and spotted two Zygerrians at a mid range, trying to hide behind a crate, whipping both heavy blaster pistols toward them, she loosed four bolts, the first two burning through the crate and the second two slamming into their bodies.

[member="KinkyPrawn"] [member="Algarus"] @Wayrider

 

[Hask Jen-Maxis]

The Corvette docked, the tube extended but of course the enemy ship's doors didn't open. When will they learn the futility of such resistance? Hask stood alone in front of the slave ship's door, unclipping both lightsabers and bringing the crimson blades and crossguards to life with a deep hum. He stabbed both blades into the top part and slowly cut a neat circle out of the door. He could sense the presence of the troops behind the door...as well as their confusion and fear as he cut through their door like a hot knife through butter.

Hask took a step back, thrusted his right hand towards the circle in the door and sent it flying into the enemy ship with a force push, knocking over a few soldiers and pinning one to the ground underneath its weight. The red eyes in his helmet glowed through the smoke as he walked casually into the doorway. One slaver levelled a pistol at Hask but with a few quick swings the man was cut in half and lying on the floor in pieces. Not wasting any time further Hask cleaved through the enemy troops with ferocity. In the span of a few minutes the hallway was cleared and Hask was standing over the Zygerrian pinned under the massive door. He raised both blades and prepared to plunge them into his chest through door, when Rayne perked up over the commlink. "I just finished off the squad that was waiting for me on this side..." he spoke coldly as he drove his blades into the door and executing the slaver underneath. "It seems they are more focused on your side than mine...I'm slightly offended." he continued as he walked deeper into the massive vessel, on route to Rayne's side to assist them and outflank the slavers.

After a few minutes, and several detours and executed slavers later, Hask rounded a corner where Rayne and her troops were waging war against the slavers. Hask charged forth into the enemy ranks, disrupting their defence and allowing Rayne to push up as he cleaved through the enemy troops.

[member="Mad_Dog"] [member="Wayrider"]

 

[Rayne Maxis]

Rayne split from her cover, both of her blaster pistols raised in opposite directions, firing at multiple targets while she ran along, three Zygerrians getting caught in her wake, the heads up display of her helmet bringing the automatic slug thrower online and peppering an area containing a few crates that had been set up as cover on the same level as she was, simultaneously on the opposite shoulder the missile launcher revved up and blasted a projectile to an upper landing, the ensuing explosion bringing down a portion of the cat walk above, and blasting away one Zygerrian while two more came crashing down due to the loss in footing, one of them now catching a freshly fired bolt to the back of the head. Twirling her pistol around her finger, she took aim of another Zygerrian, loosing three shots into its midsection, starting at the belt and ending just below the neck. From off to the side, a Zygerrian with a death wish bum rushed Rayne, carrying a long vibro-sword. Smiling underneath her helmet, Rayne pointed her right fist at the man, her flame-thrower sparking to life as it bathed the area ahead of it in white hot hell-fire, adding to the devastation, Rayne pulled the trigger, sending a bolt from her heavy blaster pistol to about the area she believed him to be inside the opaque flames.

Rayne's men had moved forward as well, the three dozen men all firing at acquired targets, there had to be at least a hundred combatants in the cargo hold alone, Rayne didn't spot cages or slaves so they must be in modified or existing cells within the ship. The cargo hold had turned to a war zone, the poorly equipped Zygerrians had the numbers, but Clan Maxis had the firepower and the training, or so Rayne thought until she caught a stray blaster bolt in the right thigh, no doubt dumb luck, but still enough to piss her off, the armor in the area had soaked the damage, resulting in a weakened and smoldering burn-dent, something that would need repairing later, but for now would hold unless it got hit again. Rayne identified the man who had shot her, two levels up, on a cat walk. A half smirk, half glare covered her masked face as the jet pack mounted on her back came to life, sending her barreling through the air, all the while filling the Zygerrian's position with blaster fire, so much so that by the time she got there he laid disabled on the floor of the cat walk.

With one more bolt to the downed man's head, Rayne knelt down her attention now on the others that occupied the cat walk, a small distance away. Each pistol aimed a different direction she loosed bolts, eight from each, leveling the men in the front, and the one or two behind them in that direction. Hask, it's a poodoo show down here! Rayne called out on the comms, Could use some back up... Rayne finished.

@Kinkyprawn @Hask Jen-Maxis [member="Duarte Maxis"] [member="Wayrider"]

 

[Wayrider]

oops

 

[Duarte Maxis]

Duarte Had arrived completely unnoticed and had attached his Mandalorian Gunship to one of the Outlaw Frigates own boarding ports. He and three squads of Mandalorian Super Commandos had dropped in with absolutely no resistance. They had moved to the Bridge immediately and had the entire bridge secured before even one reinforcement showed up. After binding the officers they didn't kill outright. Much to Duarte's dismay there had been almost no firefight the Zygerrians on the bridge were cowards.
Opening his command frequency Duarte Said, "​ Command we have the bridge, they didn't see us coming. They completely missed us in your shadow. I am en-route your location with two squads of Commandos." Switching back to his squad frequency he said " We make for the hold full speed kill anything that even breaths." " Squad three maintain the bridge and kill anything that approaches that is not Mandalorian." Then putting actions to words he ran full speed leading his men toward the hold. At a few intersections he momentarily paused to kill the slavers he encountered. He would never leave the enemy behind him. By the time he made the hold six of his Super Commandos had been stationed to control intersections He and his remaining eighteen Super Commandos had reached the Hold from the top level and simply dove from the tier engaging their jet packs pouring fire directly downward into the Zygerrians Their assault rifles pouring bolts into the mass below.

 

[Hask Jen-Maxis]

Hask was making good time as he moved to the main cargo hold. When he got there, his eyes went wide. It was a kriffing warzone. Rayne perked up over the commlink, asking him for help. "Way ahead of you." he called out as he charged forward, deflecting bolts as they came for him. These Zygerrians were in over their heads. With Duarte arriving and raining fire from above, Rayne providing supporting fire from the side and Hask right in the middle of the enemy force, the battle would end within a few minutes. Using the force to amplify his movements, Hask's towering structure moved quicker with every swing and he hit harder with every strike.

A few shots managed to slip through Hask's defences as he attacked, but his Beskar'gam held up. It was high time his new paintjob had received its baptism of fire. A maniacal smile stretched across the Pureblood's face as his Sith side started to show. The bleed-through of the shots gave him strength, she smell of seared flesh filled his nostrils. He immersed himself in the fight, focusing only on the enemy around him that are unable to withstand his two crimson lightsabers. One poor soul attempted to come at him with a vibroblade, but Hask parried the blade and slammed a crossguard into his forehead and pushed him back.

The slavers' lines were crumbling under the three-pronged attack. The flamethrower on Hask's wrist came to life as he bathed a group of slavers in fire behind their feeble cover. The force was reduced to only about 20 or so slavers at most. Compared to a drugged up Alor, an airborne squadron of Supercommandos and an ex-Sith they were hopelessly outmatched.

[member="Wayrider"] [member="Mad_Dog"]

 

[Rayne Maxis]

Rayne pointed both pistols to the men behind her, pulling the triggers several times, leaving nothing moving in that direction just before she hurled herself over the railing to the firefight below, turning her attention upward, and firing through the metal catwalk to the men on the other side, screams and such indicated she'd hit some of them, though she couldn't be certain they were all downed.. That was, of course, until yet another missile launched from her shoulder toward the exact spot, collapsing the catwalk and causing bodies, alive or dead who knew.., to fall.

Fire jetted out from her back mounted jet pack, and she twirled in the air like a professional dancer, finally the hallucinogens had kicked in, it had begun taking more and more of the stuff to actually affect Rayne's mindset, and she had found she needed to start adding alcohol to exacerbate it into any sort of measurable high. The orange readings in the lower left of her Heads Up Display blurred as the drugs affected her, though she wouldn't seem to be under any sort of influence from an external point of view, except for maybe her little more audacious aerial acrobatics, the screen she saw inside her helmet had begun to dance slightly, and she began to feel good.. really good..

She landed finally, a few more trigger pulls the hairy Zygerrians falling to the ground in front of her bringing a smile to her face, Drugs and fighting... What's not to love about today? She asked whoever was standing next to her, if there was in fact anyone there... She rocked forward as she was pelted in the back by a blaster bolt, turning around to find an older, more grey version of the slavers who bodies now lined the freshly red painted cargo hold, Rayne took a few steps toward him, which in turn caused the mutt to cower, dropping his pistol as Rayne and three of her Mandalorian warriors approached him, he was now unarmed, to match this, Rayne holstered her pistols, and grabbed the man by his clothing, pulling him up to a standing position just before pummeling him with her right fist a few times. He'd thrown his weapon away... Fight like a man... Rayne said, it was a bit of an inside joke between her and her wife, since they had probably killed more men than women and laughed about their lack of true fighting skills.

He continued to cower, and Rayne's shoulder mounted automatic slug thrower opened up upon on, shredding his flesh like.. well like an automatic slug thrower shreds flesh...

A quick glance in the other direction and Rayne spotted hask, killing some poor sod who'd come at him with a vibroblade. Ah, Hask.. Finally, your first kill of the day.. Rayne mocked him. She was sure she had used this insult against him before, but with the intense head rush, tracers, and blurry HUD she didn't care.

 

[Wayrider]

rrrgh

 

[Duarte Maxis]

Duarte, allowed his Men to clear the catwalks as he plunged down into the fray. Even after taking several glancing blaster hits he landed armor still smoking. He had not stopped firing his assault rifle Zygerrians were falling like chaff. While changing his magazine he took yet another hit his response was devastating as he fired all of his armor functions directly into the small remaining band. The missile, automatic slug thrower, flame thrower poured their full complements one after the other into their circle. Completing his reload he then pumped several more bursts into their shattered ranks finishing any real remaining resistance. His Super Commandos began landing and dispatching the wounded. Duarte had after all told them to kill anything armed that wasn't Mandalorian.

Looking around the hold was painted red in blood and miscellaneous bits and pieces, the ozone smell combined with the smell of charred cloth and flesh made the giant Morellian smile beneath his helmet. He then tilted his head as his men checked in, he then replied and his men began immediately taking off by pairs each team headed down a different corridor flying if necessary to the upper corridors. Looking to his Alor Duarte said, "Bridge and Engine rooms are secure. teams are now checking the remaining corridors and crew quarters."