OBJECTIVE III: Technological Marvels
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COMPANY ONE
Durasteel was being cut through, duracrete being hammered on in order to finally give the detachment of Arabesk Enforcer droids access to the Facilities. With their weapons drawn and at the ready, they started by walking down the corridors, halting at each door or passageway and carefully screening their surroundings. Like a unit of tactical experts, the droids commenced a full sweep of the corridor and any adjacent rooms and hallways, relaying all the information they got to the other detachments of droids and the detachment of Valkan Guards protecting the Marquis of Valkan himself.
No words would be said, no mentions of names or objectives, as the two dozen droids made their way with unseen efficiency. Once the first signs of life would be encountered, the truth behind their orders and protocols would be clear. The goal of the N&Z's interference with the Empire of the Lost's invasion was the acquirement of the facilities as intact as possible, none of the workers, security of collaborators were considered necessary and thus expendable and termed due for extermination.
The sounds of blasterfire would be rapid and almost singular in nature, indicating expert shooting and conservation of resources by utilizing killshots rather than a barrage of suppressing fire. No screams, no continuous blasts, this was purely a tactical extermination...
COMPANY TWO
With little issue, the droids managed to force their way into the facilities, cutting the connections and feedback of one of the mechanisms which kept the outer blastdoors closed, upon entry, they followed the same tactic as company one, scouring through the nearest corridor and silencing any opposition with expert shots and ruthless dilligence to their orders and protocols. As soon as they passed the first corridor and had checked each and every room meticulously, the Arabesk Droid up front raised its fist in order to halt the others following suit.
"Movement, armed individuals," The droid relayed this information, slowly leaning against the wall. It looked like this company had managed to bump into some of
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' men.
"Deploying Thermal Detonators...in three, two, one."
In a coordinated way, the one leading the company and the two on his six, reached for their legs, the plates hissing as out of their legs, small explosive devices sprung into their hands. Without any hesitation, the three stepped forward out of the shadows of the corridor and threw the handful of thermal detonators towards the armed individuals, jumping back behind the wall as fast as possible, waiting for the 'boom' to come.
COMPANY THREE
Upon first inspection as they entered their end of the facilities, the company of arabesk droids looked upon what could be described as a massive manufacturing plant, with rows of machinery and heavy equipment strewn around. However, since this was not the target of the company of droids, it quickly moved in silence through the large space, downloading the internal schematics of the facilities as they went on. With the pounding of the Paragons unmistakable in the distance, the detachment of droids quickly noticed they could traverse corridor B3 to end up in the main control room, with a firm nod, the leading droid motioned the rest of the team to ready their weapons in order to take point.
"Orders are solid, no survivors are mandatory, keep only those recorded as researchers and engineers alive."
With that, they moved out, ready to take down whatever obstacle they'd get on their path...
COMPANY FOUR
Tertius was furious, the Paragons had initiated their assault on the facilities, not making it any easier for him to have his droids infiltrate and secure the facilities without too much structural damage. Still, he had little choice, so alongside his Valkan Guards and the detachment of Droids he had with him, the Marquis found himself lopping over a wall which had been torn down by his guards, with the droids taking point and the Valkan legionaires surrounding him, he was safe, but he still regretted that he couldn't just go to the imperials themselves to have them cease their activity.
"Milord," Centurion Livicus raised his arm in order to halt the Marquis in his path, motioning the droids to take a look at what appeared to be the nearest security check point within the facility with a still rather fresh corpse laying on the floor.
"One of ours?" The Centurion asked the droid, who inspected the body.
"Negative," The droid quickly answered.
"No blasters or striking weapons were used, a clean cut has been made. This individual has ceased function due to traumatic levels of bloodloss."
"Damn, that means we're not the only ones in here..." The Centurion motioned the group to move on, they still had to find the assets and take down security, though with these strange occurances happening, he wondered wether or not this might be much harder than he thought. "Arabesk, Company four up front, sweep every damn door, we need to reach Hall 4E when we take a left here, be careful."
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CC-22849 "Zealot" |
Velda Praz
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Dextra Tane
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Lissa
