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Objective: Protect the bombers and help alliance ground troops
Location: Outpost Veers
Ship: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/108324-dauntless-class-x-wing/
Allies: [member="Xel"] [member="Ryan Korr"]
Enemies: FO [member="TK-4261 Strain"] [member="Torian Pierce"] [member="Shaydae Desmaris"]
:Whoa: surprised expression and nervous gratitude trickled along the bond she shared with the Jedi master. That launcher from the ground almost got her port wing. That was the thing with flying, one second or degree off meant death. Pilots tended to be a young group because they died young. Funny thing could be said about working the mines back home.
The reheaded Barkesh native tightened her somewhat clammy-grip on the control stick of the dauntless, mind still very much in the game. Readout showed where Xel made his run on the enemy emplacement and trenches below. Nose down, the teen used the force to line up a second proton torpedo and launched it away toward the still firing emplacements at Veers below (near Strain and Torian) before pulling up steeply.
Chatter filtered over the comm as hazels swept the readouts. Comm went to Xel and his squadron. "Reports of enemies gathering at Alliance rear lines. Can you guys make a run on those tanks and help our guys out? Wraith will cover you."
Objective: Investigate source of bodies - Eliminate Boarding Vessels clamped to the hull.
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The TIE Raptor's extreme maneuverability was something that had impressed Nils right away. Its response to the controls were instantaneous, giving him an unparalleled reaction time to any shift in direction or speed limited only by his own reflexes. As they patrolled the lanes, rounding up stray vessels, they came around the hull - the sight that greeted the Ace's eyes sent a cold chill through him. He'd heard the Striker Two acknowledging his orders - but any chatter on the comm now was entirely overwhelmed by the blood rushing to his ears as his heart thumped within his chest, the ice chilling his veins. *Those... are bodies.* Wrenching back on his controls, he heard confirmation from his wing - those were bodies. Despite his immediate response, the ragdoll of a form ahead of him rapidly closed, a hollow thump against the transparisteel viewscreen, a smear of blood smudging the glass as it bounced off the TIE Raptor. Nils felt a twinge in his stomach. It jarred him - his jaw clenching as he quickly activated his deflector.
:: Activate Deflectors, try to stay clear of the debris. ::
Nils voice was curt, even toned. He was no stranger to war, but generally it wasn't your own people - your own citizens whose bodies you saw, it was those of soldiers. Gently pulling back on the controls he brought himself up and away from the debris and bodies, short flicks of light sending twinges up his jaw as it impacted lightly across his deflectors. Bringing his TIE to a stop he narrowed his eyes, the nose of his craft facing the direction from which the bodies had come. Striker Two's voice piped up, cutting through the torrential rain of thoughts coursing through Nils' mind.
:: Oh. my. gods… Was that a person?! Wait... Did they just come from the station? What are those things doing on the hull? ::
The TIE Ace keyed up in response.
:: Keep your eyes open - those bodies came from somewhere. You're right - along the hull. There's a shadow there. ::
Rapidly attempting to identify the strange form seemingly melded to the hull of the station. Narrowing his eyes, he saw what appeared to be a cockpit. *It's... a ship?* Quickly running a brief scan on the vessel he was met with a rough display of the vessel - class unknown. Eyes straining, he couldn't see any evidence of breaches in the hull of the station. *Is that... a boarding shuttle?* It wasn't First Order make, and given the alarming reports now filtering through the comms of a disturbance inside the station itself his mind was made. It had to be related to the blitz along the Ison Corridor. He made a decision then - activating his targeting computer and locking in a solution. Heavy munitions were out of the question, damaging the station further would be strictly against the ROE but he had confidence in his abilities. Instead, he lined up the barrels of his Solar Ionization Cannons and Ion cannons and transmitted the targeting info to Striker 2.
As his targeting lock chimed, he gently squeezed the triggers on his controls - all 4 ionization cannons and pair of ion cannons flashing to life, the blasts aimed directly at the small vessel. At this range and his fighter hovering motionless, it would be a miracle if he managed to miss. As he squeezed the triggers he could feel the blood rush to his face. The Alliance had gone too far this time - now they would feel his wrath. Keying up after delivering a long salvo of fire from his weapons, he spoke into his comm.
:: FIS Kuragin, be advised. What appears to be boarding vessels detected along your hull. Striker Flight will attempt to eliminate them. ::
A flick of his thumb.
:: Striker Two - Let's clear up Kuragin's parasite problem. Tag em, and bag 'em. ::
OOC Note: The one fired on is not the same boarding shuttle [member="Taheera Sollo"] and crew disembarked from. This is an NPC boarding shuttle located near the medical wing.
Location: Above Cloud city → Hilikan Incineration Plant Allies: [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Loske Matson"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] Enemies: [member="Aran Piett"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] Gear: Bio, yer regular ole flight suit
The heavy g’s kept down her nausea, weirdly enough. Always felt at home in speeding vehicles, though – how she’d gotten into the force in the first place. Got caught underground racing, was offered to be expelled from college or join.
Never regretted a thing.
This was different, though. This wasn’t just mindless fun and high-octane fuel and the stink of burning engines. If she frakked this up, it wouldn’t just be her life on the line. Hundreds of thousands of Bespin citizens depended on the Alliance to free them from the heavy hand of the First Order. They all had a part to play in the planet’s liberation. Just one cog out of place, and the whole operation would go down in flames.
Adder couldn’t allow that.
It was smooth sailing all the way downwards, flitting through the mists that whorled around the long stalk of Cloud city. Despite herself, the engineer was beginning to change her mind on the whole ‘Bespin looks like a sack of bantha poodoo’ matter.
She brought the Phantom Limb right up to the maintenance landing pad and set it down with a touch so light the starfighter barely shuddered. Of course the pad was meant for transport shuttles and the like, but her ship was so small it fit without issue.
Hopping out, the pilot brought three things: her trusty Westar, her trusty hydrospanner, and her tru— well, her occasionally reliable courage.
Location: Hoth: Outpost Veers, at a mountain slope. Objective: Purge Allies: Team S: [member="Aver Brand"], [member="Tomas Yarrow"]. Other allied folks: [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Sol Stazi"]
Enemies: First Order. [member="Torian Pierce"], [member="Chron Terix"], [member="TK-4261 Strain"], [member="Shaydae Desmaris"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Hatori Ikari"], [member="Pharazon Draken"], Also in the general area on the Hoth battlefield: [member="Null"], [member="Fiver"], [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Selene Sinclaire"]
Gear: Imperatrix Armour, shatterbolter, hard sound carbine, revolver, grenades and thermal dets, wrist bolter, 2x lightsabres.
Whether the tank blast hit the stormtrooper and any comrades of this or not would be something Siobhan was unable to discern, for 'Captain Vrygg' steered the tank to the slope, dodging all sorts of enemy faire and returning their fair share on the way.
The cavalier way the mercenary had brushed off the friendly fire incident put Siobhan on edge. After all, she'd already been stabbed in the back on Kaeshana. Little did she know that the aforementioned Captain was actually very close to a 'mutual acquaintance' with a penchant for necromancy!
Anyhow, their path ended way up the mountain at the southern ridge. Quickly, Siobhan disembarked, as Vrygg did. Her beskar armour had been coloured to blend in with the pristine snow that covered the iceball that was Hoth. Shatterbolter in hand, she barked out orders. "Marines, set up the shield...and lay out the gifts," she ordered Yarrow and his buddies. They were part of Firemane's fledgling space marine corps and wore the shiny power armour the company had built way back for the Alliance. Presumably none of them was called Horus. It was doubtful that Siobhan would enjoy being a zombie chained to a golden throne!
Regardless, they'd know what she meant. The tank crew had possessed a mobile shield generator. It would keep them safe from bombardment while they performed their vital task. Activating her comm, she hailed HK over the usual encrypted channel. "AA seems tight, but you should get through, Iron. Head to the north ridge ASAP, yeah. Remember Golgotha?" What was Golgotha, the dear reader might ask? Well, it was an episode in the adventures of the Ever-Colonel and the Iron Knight.
Lining up a shot with her shatterbolter, she squeezed the trigger and unleashed an anti-armour hypervelocity projectile towards the walker Aver had been firing upon, aiming for the neck joint.
Switching channels, a similarly encrypted message went to Captain Lyra Sunfell of Twilight Company. "Captain, S here. Keep your distance from Echo Base. Can you hold your position?" She understood Twilight was being hit hard by the enemy.
His footsteps carried purpose, long strides bringing him once more to the winding staircase which led to the subterranean cells. The torches flickered with a vehemence they'd not had when he'd passed earlier. He paused for a moment atop the stairs, listening - sensing. Something didn't quite feel right. Castor pushed himself forward, travelling down the stairs quickly, his weapon of choice contacting the wall and stairs as all caution was thrown to the wind. There was something amiss, and as he reached the bottom of the staircase, he felt it. As he rounded the final turn, his eyes confirmed it. The shield had been removed, disabled - how was unimportant, their prisoner was gone. How had they missed her? With only one staircase leading down to the cells, she must have just passed before they'd arrived. Castor spit on the floor, disgust plainly written across he features. A dark countenance emanated from the Knight, his demeanor changing from one of indifference to one of heated rage. There would be consequences for this no doubt - but first he would do what he could to retrieve their asset.
"Foolish."
It was the only word he uttered, his intent evident as he brushed past his fellow Ren. A statement to himself? An appraisal of the now escaped Jedi? Only he knew. Invigorated with the Dark Energy of the Force he reached out with his mind, his feet simultaneously bringing him up the staircase, several steps at a time. There. The brief contact he'd had with the woman on Mustafar, the vile touch of mind against mind, it was enough to determine her general location. They had just missed her, and as he continued to press in he spoke through the Force, confident the woman would hear him.
<< You can run little bird - but you cannot hide from us. >>
A violent tone carried through the mental projection. While she'd been compliant, he'd treated her with as much respect as one could an enemy, or so he'd thought but as an active combatant once more - the gloves were off. Were she to escape.. Where would she go? A cruel grin stretched across the Ren's features as he arrived atop the stairs, his eyes flicking first down one corridor, then the other. A small disturbance panged at the very edges of his consciousness. She had gone that way. Direction decided, he continued, the wicked blade - Krigsgaldr was drawn from its sheath as he progressed, its blade hungry for flesh once more. Over his shoulder he spoke to the other of their order.
"There's only one place she could be headed. There's an alternate speeder hangar down this corridor. Let us hope we catch her before she's able to escape."
Whether Jamie had chosen that corridor by luck or intuition, Castor did not know but it was evident she was desperate to escape. Even if she were to get to a speeder, it was doubtful she'd had the presence of mind to acquire any sort of heavy weather gear - then again, the Force was as good a protection as any when it came to the environment, though it would further exhaust her if she relied too heavily on it, the same could be said for anyone.
Location: Hoth: Outpost Veers, at a mountain slope. Objective: Purgify Allies: Team S: [member="Aver Brand"], [member="siobhan kerrigan"] Other allied folks: [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Sol Stazi"]
Enemies: First Order, [member="Torian Pierce"], [member="Chron Terix"], [member="TK-4261 Strain"], [member="Shaydae Desmaris"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Hatori Ikari"], [member="Pharazon Draken"], Also in the general area on the Hoth battlefield: [member="Null"], [member="Fiver"], [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Selene Sinclaire"]
Gear: Link in Sig
Tomas had a bit of fun on the way up the slope as he got to shoot a few people, then they cleared any defenders as they climbed higher, and Tomas turned to the next part of the task. Towards that, he scanned the ridgeline and began to mark positions on his HUD as they approached.
Siobhan Kerrigan said:
"Marines, set up the shield...and lay out the gifts,"
Tomas bounded off the tank along with his Marines. He sent an affirmative click back over comms, then set about setting up the shields from the tank. Concerned as they were about certain actions by enemy fleet and air forces, they set the shields up where they would be working along the ridge. Once they activated the portable units, Tomas took a moment while his Marines laid out the 'gifts' that their employer had mentioned. He had already marked out the best spots from the way things looked on the way up, and he trusted his Marines to alter the plan at need for maximum effect.
In the meantime, Tomas looked back towards the two women he had ridden up with. Both were wearing armor...
'Wait, where was the other one?' He asked, then checked his HUD. He could see her marked, but her camo was pretty good. He only saw a little smudge where she was shooting. 'Well, can't oogle the boss lady, no matter how much that armor makes her look so...very well protected from damage.' He took himself to task while he grinned in his helmet.
"Sergeant, we have placed the packages in the designated spots. We had a few from the tank left over, so we devised secondary positions that should add some to the overall show." His Eldorai squad second told him. Even over secure communications, they were trained to be as circumspect as possible about certain types of missions.
"Good. Load up on your tank and get ready to move out." He replied over the channel, then switched to one that was just his employer and Captain Vrygg. "Ma'ams, we are setup. We should get moving." He said, jumping back up onto the tank and taking up his position. He aimed back down slope at the walker fields and began to fire at long range.
Several short replies were made via their secure comm channel, the message relayed to those in the command room of the facility, the outermost doors sealed and locked, their heavy blast doors near impenetrable by standard explosives. In the event of a system malfunction, the doors did just as much to keep the contents of the facility in as they did to keep intruders out. Quickly Val loaded up, slinging a pack of emergency supplies over her shoulder as well as grabbing a DEMP II carbine and a modernized DL-44 XT equipped with a macroscope. Setting them down on the small counter, she opened up a locker nearby, donning a lightly armored enviro-suit, the small panels woven into the fabric able to dissipate the energy from a blaster bolt, though repeated hits would rapidly see Val's protection diminished. Quickly wrapping the gunbelt around her waist, she shrugged on a lightweight harness, allowing her to attach several more pieces of equipment to her kit before she was ready.
With her gear acquired and the facility in lockdown, she needed to get to the command center. From there she'd have eyes and ears on everything - not to mention the ability to monitor the small secure data cache containing countless hours of long range surveillance retrieved on Alliance forces just on the other side of the sector, some of it had yet to be processed even. Punching in several commands and performing a retinal scan, she sealed the small armory. Being the senior agent on site had its perks. It meant that everything was coded to you, no one else would have access unless she made it so. At least in theory. Nabbing her helmet and sealing it to the envirosuit she wore, Val shouldered the Ion Carbine and activated the door panel that would give her access to the facility. With a grating sound, the blast doors opened and closed behind her, the FOSB agent's feet driving her forwards across a complex latticework of catwalks and platforms. Along some, droids continued their work, shifting disposal into heavy industrial equipment, slag and runoff being directed through a network of troughs and gutters where it would be poured into casts and reforged into cowlings and bars of metal to be refined in a fabrication shop.
As she neared the control room, she could see a few Ugnauts inside as well as one of her fellow agents. It appeared he'd already been armed when the command came down. With a wave her heavy boots clanked across the steel grid that was the catlwalk. With a gloved hand, Val reached for the door controls and making her entry before sealing it closed behind her.
"What's the situation Varrus?" she said, using the man's cover name. His expression was terse.
"Well, we've got all the exterior entrances sealed - nothing should be able to get in or out. All workers have been sent home - though much of the facilities automation remains active. Save a few of the senior technicians here, we're all that's here. We've got remote access to the data cache, we can wipe it from here, everything else is locked down. Guess it's time to button down and just wait this out - whatever it is."
Even as they spoke, a red light flicked on near one of the control switches - the panel lighting up. One of the exterior blast doors was signalling a fault. Something or someone had created a short in the system, the doors opening a short distance before grinding to a halt because of the physical mechanisms. Narrowing her eyes, Val reached out, bringing up a viewscreen of an interior camera faced at that entrance. It was too hard to tell what had caused the door to open partially but it was open, at least wide enough for a person to fit through. Strange for sure, no one should be entering the facility, or leaving - the circumstances were already suspect.
"Let's get down there and check it out. Get Mattson up here to take over observation."
With a quick chirp on the comm, another agent arrived, a silent nod to the pair of agents headed towards the entrance. As the two exited, Val noticed the arrival of their automated security, they would be nice to have in tow. A pair of BV-S 3 Security Droids flanked the two on either side as they traversed the catwalks above the smelting vats, heading towards the partially opened door. If anyone were to enter, they'd no doubt be notified by their comrade in arms - Agent Mattson.
ISON CORRIDOR
Enemies(ish): [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Silara Varis"], [member="Alexandra Morrow"], [member="Zark"] (in stealth ships)
Allies(ish): [member="T'yr Dellos"], [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Achim Veers"], [member="Aedan Miles"] (and being commed by forces under [member="Fiolette Yvarro"])
Assets: Civilian science frigate S.S. Shambhala; 200m of assorted evacuation freighters
"Captain, we're being jammed, comprehensively."
Ashin smiled faintly as she took back her seat. "Which would be why we sent the whole thing in a compressed packet before we started broadcasting."
"Computer interference. Registering a security threat in our primary and secondary databanks."
A blink, and another one. "They're slicing us? Looking for what?"
"Ship schematics, apparently."
"Do we...have any of those?"
The Shambhala did not. Ashin grimaced. Everything else here added up; that didn't. Unknowns meant now was the time to adjourn. To make matters worse, FIS Kuragen at Anoat was comming back in response to their distress signal, but the strength of the Resolute Vengeance's jamming wouldn't let the call get through intelligibly. And meanwhile, the SUREC probes spotted a tidal wave of civilian vessels fleeting Anoat.
Civilian vessels who might well be on their way here.
The first evacuation transports, the ships that had carried eleven thousand civilians off FIS Kuragen, began emerging from hyperspace quite close to the Shambhala. This was a dropout point just short of Indellian: there'd be more unless she did something.
Fortunately, the SUREC probes functioned well as transmitters. A quick update set the probes in the Varonat system to broadcast a warning signal, deterring civilian evac ships from fleeing this way. That still left the problem of the handful of transports that had already arrived.
A few quick comm signals later, the Shambhala, with the evac ships in tow, turned and headed away from the Alliance ships at sublight. Distance was the Shambhala's only real defense against the slicing attempt.
The Ion Cannons and the multiple Proton Torpedoes that he and his men fired seemed to strike home more than a few times, though whether or not they did any true damage was difficult to tell. With all the chaos and turbolaser fire rushing around him it became increasingly harder to stay in the air. His lips thinned, his grasp on the controls slipped as he desperately pulled to the left. There was a shift of his ship as one of the ground cannons fired multiple bursts towards him.
He turned.
The B-wing suddenly shook violently. "Shit!"
His voice went out over coms, his fingers latching onto the controls as his head swiveled to the right. His gaze dropped slightly to the trail of smoke that was not erupting behind him. Another curse left his lips as he pulled back on his control sticks, his fingers getting tight until eventually the weight of the falling b-wing. The vessel dipped one more time, and then quickly began to stabilize. The Pilot let out a sigh, then slowly re-targeted his weapons.
"Fire on those walkers." He ordered his men. "Take em out."
Xel pulled back, then pressed the trigger down once more to send another salvo.
Location: Space Objective: Save the Padawan Allies: [member="Jamie Pyne"] Enemies: First Order Ship:The Sneaky McSneakyface
Aela fidgeted slightly as she glanced towards the countdown clock. She knew that the ship would soon be dropping out of hyperspace, and once they did everything would go back to war and battle. Her teeth sunk into her lip for just a moment, her hands resting on her hips as she drew back from her place just behind the pilot of the small corvette. Her fingers tightened, and then she slowly forced herself to take a step back and wander towards the command chair. A sigh escaped her.
"Engage cloak as soon as we drop out, move towards the edge of the system." They weren't coming in close to Hoth, mostly because they wanted to avoid fighting. This mission wasn't about taking down a First Order base or blowing something up, it was an extraction.
"I know Ma'am."
There was no hint of annoyance within the Soldiers voice, but it was more than obvious that Aela didn't need to give such orders. Everyone on board knew what to do, likely better than Aela did. Yet she was nervous. She could feel the anxiety, panic, and perhaps even fear that was running through Jamie. Her hand wrapped slowly around the bracelet, more power funneling through so that at the very least Jamie would have the strength to keep moving. She sighed, shifting slightly and sitting herself down.
Another glance towards the clock. "Here we go."
There was a sudden surge as The Sneaky Mcsneakface dropped out of hyperspace.
Immediately the vessel seemed to take a hard left, shifting away from the battle and Hoth itself. The Stygium cloaking device activated in an instant, and just as Aela had said the ship turned and fled towards the edge of the system. It was circular logic of course, but it would prevent anyone from marking their trajectory. They would first take a swing around the edge of the system then come into hoth from the opposite side that they had entered hyperspace.
It would take some time, but would ensure they remained undetected.
There were no coin tricks on display as the azure orb rose up to meet them. The planet swung away from view of the forward screen as the pilots took a detour.
“We’re going to cut a wide arc around the fleet engagement. We don’t want to get picked off by our own anti-air fire either. Heavy mechs down there on the ground by all reports.” The pilot removed himself from all controls and left it to his partner. He turned to look at Raziel over his shoulder. “Are you sure you want to proceed?” he asked.
Raziel didn’t even glance in his direction. The tone had not been disrespectful at all. “Yes,” he replied plainly. He didn’t know why they had to extract a certain data tape and a relatively lowly First Order officer from the base, but given the amount paid for the operation it was clearly important to them.
“Understood.”
When Hoth came back into view it filled the screen. The horizon remained level as the repulsors fired hard to arrest their momentum. Raziel returned to his seat and strapped himself down. Even through the inertial dampeners he could feel the deceleration. The frigid atmosphere of Hoth became a cushion itself as they eased into it.
“We have First Order IFF, but we need to remain emission silent as long as possible,” Raziel said. His voice was cold, clear and crisp. It wasn’t any aspect of his own personality; he merely mirrored the expectations of the Spynet operatives beside him. They had come to expect a calm, professional demeanour from him. Raziel supposed he had almost been the quiet type, rather than emotional or extroverted. At least on the outside. As a child he’d kept his head down to avoid the attention of an unpleasant father. He’d been swapped for an old man that rang a gang of thieves, then an assassin who worked for a powerful Hutt clan and then finally the Sith who had finished moulding him. Silence, or at least brevity had been a defence.
“Avoid combat as much as possible. If we can ghost through Alliance lines we do so.” The assassin unfolded his smart grenade launcher. He hoped its testing was actually appropriate for the conditions they were about to walk into. In hindsight he should have checked. It was a rare oversight for the normally meticulous planner. “Someone bring a spare carbine,” he added.
“Alliance walkers are moving on the facility. Base itself is clear but I can’t get past all of the fighting. First Order know we’re hear. We’re landing one click out. We’ll take the shuttle and keep her hot away from the fighting for extraction.”
Raziel nodded and sealed his suit. It took on the colouration of the ship around them. An empty thing that just matched its surroundings. Like him.
“Not quite,” Ipsy said to the wraith, her entire body still. “But any adventure can become a good adventure as long as you’re with friends.”
Equal portions of terror and excitement filled the Amaran as the ship made its way toward the station. She didn’t speak again until they landed, instead stretching her awareness and gathering as much intel as she could from their destination.
When they landed, the hatch twisted open to chaos. Ipsy pulled her lightsaber free and hopped out, staying close to Vexen. She spared a glance for Micah and the others to ensure their safety, then crouched behind the wraith. Her heart danced in her chest, each step burning with a miasma of fear.
“I’ve battled,” she whispered to Vexen, “I’ve even trained, but nothing could have prepared me for this. I’m not sure I can stomach killing anyone, even if their goal is to end me. Momma always said its better to kill for something than for nothing, but I can’t seem to feel differing opinions are a reason to take a life.”
Resolving to kill only as a last resort, Ipsy threw her mind into the force. Her thoughts, her feelings, and her very essence became that energy. She called upon it, recovering from her momentary lapse in confidence. She was a Jedi, she recalled. She was fighting to protect those who had been oppressed. She was fighting to defend. She could do this.
Like Vexen, Ipsy also reached out a hand. She could feel the force nudging against her consciousness: an old friend, its touch as familiar as her own. With just a thought, that old friend stretched toward one of the remaining turrets and shattered the grips holding it in place. The turret fell, shots singing from its mouth, a final shout in the chaotic song of battle.
Location: Space Station – Deck B – Some Hallway
Allies: GA, [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Vexen"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Deacon"] [member="Keric Dynt"][member="Ipsy"]
Enemies: FO, [member="Magnus Ren"] [member="Aralu Sar"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] etc
Objective: Escape said hallway and Find the homies
Equipment: SI-HD Armor,Multi-Weapon Elite Model tool, a pair of blasters with extra energy cells, Vital Communication Security Monitor First Order Issued (Loot from incapacitated Trooper)
Depressurization is rough. Allyson watched the hud of her helmet quickly switch over to life support. There was a small timer in the corner of her screen that showed only 35 minutes. Cursing she knew that she didn’t have much time to find a way to get the air flowing again or to get out of this little hell hole. She had been on the move already, so when the doors slammed shut she was in the adjacent hallway – away from the Stormtrooper she had knocked out…who was probably dead now…that sucks.
The doors shut around her and she blinked quickly, she was now in a hallway locked away and cut off from the world around her. The Corellian attempted to stay calm, but she felt her heart begin to pound in her chest. Maybe she should have retired and just ran off with [member="Kaili Talith"]. Maybe she wouldn’t be in this lame situation. Something in the back of her mind tickled, someone seemed to be trying to reach out for her, but with her sorry excuse for a force connection to anything outside of Mechu Deru – she didn’t notice it too much. Also, she was trying to not hyperventilate which would suck up more of her oxygen. Dancing around in the middle of the hallway, Allyson tried her best to focus any of her thoughts on anything other than dying alone in a poorly decorated hallway, on a stupid space station in the middle of space and that she was starving.
If she was going to die, she needed to tell some people stuff. Especially Kaili. Quickly she decided to just send a holovid, if she had live contact with her – Allyson knew she couldn’t even say what she wanted to say. So, the vid popped open and she sat at the base of the door doing her best to sound strong and brave…when in actuality she wanted to curl up in a ball and cry for her mom.
The vid opened and a helmet covered Allyson sat there. “Uh Hi Kaili – um so you were right…I should have just ditched this scene and became a farmer or something I don’t know. Um I’m in a hallway…and its locked down – I have like 32 minutes left to live…so yeah I thought of you.” Allyson choked back a few tears and laughed slightly. “I wish we could just go back to the beach and just think about simple stuff – talk about droids and starships…what the future held for us and how I have never met anyone so amazing in my life.” And the tears started and she hiccupped as her nose clogged up. Allyson was never a good crier, she was just ugly as all heck. “I just wanted to tell you that I love you, I love you so much and please don’t forget me. Stay strong and be everything and do anything you want. I’ll wait for you – so take your time living okay?” A peace sign and a blown kiss – the transmission ended.
The second was a message to [member="Micah Talith"] and [member="Vexen"] – probably the next two people who Allyson could consider a friend. She didn’t have many and the pair in their own special way had become Allyson’s few and far between best friends. “Uh so you’re on your way here guys and well as you can see – karking stuff isn’t looking too good. Uh so just wanted to say a few things that I need to get off my chest. First, you guys are like family to me. I really didn’t have anyone until I met Kaili and you two. Micah, you jerk face – you saved my life the first time we met…and…” Allyson bit her tongue as she groaned knowing that he would probably get a kick out of this. “Micah, you poodoo head – I thought you were cute and really funny. You keep things really light even when the whole galaxy is crumbling around us.” Once again, she choked back a sob. “But your sister was way hotter and cute. But if my brother had survived Corella, I really hope he would have turned out like you. Veeeexxxxx!” Allyson smiled as wide as can be. “You are legit the only one that has brains out of all of us. The reason we don’t die is because of you. Wish we could have had more time together and I wish…” Pausing Allyson knew right now wasn’t the time to wish or things. “I’m gonna miss you guys…Vexen more than you Micah because you smell like a dirt pile. Vexen keep his head out of a gutter please. Literal and figurative. So yeah…um. Guess this is good bye and stuff.” Allyson waved and sent her coordinates the best she could to the pair. If anything, they could recover her and at least bury her or cremate her somewhere cool.
The comm and vid shut off and she sat there. Looking at the hud she had killed a few minutes. Something shimmered in front of her and it was old man Ember. He didn’t look to happy, he looked as if she had just blown up an engine. What are you doing? Are you feeling sorry for yourself? Allyson pouted and nodded. He knelt in front of her and in his ghostly and possibly Allyson’s own hallucination way patted her on the head. You know how to get out of this – you were my chief engineer. Allyson pondered and looked at the doors and then the walls. In most cases the walls were made of a weaker material than the blast doors or whatever they were. Use your head kid…maybe your fist. He shimmered off and Allyson stood up. She quickly sent a holo vid to Kaili for the most part. “IM ALIVE DON’T WORRY LOVE YOU” It was quick and short and she hoped they arrived at the same time. No need for Kaili to freak out.
Using the Mechu Deru, Allyson enhanced the strength of the armor and began to punch her way through the weaker metal of the hallway. Hopefully she would find something not terrible on the other end.
Allies: [member="Aran Piett"], [member="Sara Lee Jones"],
Enemies: [member="Raze Lyter"], [member="Vilin"]
After the transmission had been sent, the Captain had gone about ordering the charging of the long ranged batteries. Sensors read out that the hostile forces were swinging around to come about to the new fleet that had entered the Bespin System - them. And then they got their answer. There was no 'surrendering' and there was no 'turning back' from this point on, no matter what the odds were.
"Shame," Hogrum said lowly to himself, a tense smile spreading across his lips.
"Fire!" The disheveled Captain said, the order uttered throughout the taskforce's encrypted channel.
The long range turbolasers from fore to aft swiveled forwards, target locked on the ANS Temperance as it came about. And when the aforementioned order had come through, the long range batteries on the three ships that were capable of firing at such vast ranges came to life - crimson and emerald bolts through the silence that was space.
On a nearby sensor console, blips on the screen, faintly in the form of a missile were heading directly for the Devastator.
"Brace!" He called out, and when the torpedoes struck, the artificial lighting on the bridge dimming for a moment as less than a moment later there were cries of downed sensors. From outside the viewport, the deflector shields shone briefly as they began powering back up quickly. The resulting shockwave that came from the initial torpedoes spread out across roughly a kilometre across the fore of the ship, but the support vessels flanking on either side were further away than that and were more or less safe.
With their long range the FIV Death's Beverage was able to turn away from the majority of the long range fire that was sent in its direction - though the handful of bolts that struck it gently shook the crew, as its shields took much of the damage fired.
"Contact the rest of the taskforce! Get them to try and pull their ships away from the planet!" Captain Thailus cried out as he leaned on a rail for support. Recently recovered from engagements with the Ssi-Ruuvi off to the western borders of the First Order, the man was an older gentleman, and had begun to look at in recent times.
"I-I can't! No comms, sir!"
"What do you mean no comms?! Are you new?"
"N-no Sir! The warheads they fired had an energy signature I haven't seen before."
"An EMP," Hogrum suggested, "But we still have power..."
"Can't come up with targeting solutions - Not from this range anyway."
"They'll have to come closer to finish us off then," said Thailus. "Good. Let's hope those civilians get evacuated soon."
He's like a completely different man, Hogrum marveled. He doesn't seem worried. Reinforcements maybe? I didn't see him call for any... The Star Destroyer must've requested some after we were enroute. Hogrum raised his arms across his chest. No... He has to just be a dumb old man.
FIV Devastator - Flagship - Centre of Formation, Victory-X Star Destroyer. - Recharging Shields, No comms. Briefly fired on the Temperance. FIV Redemption - Assault Vessel - Right Flank of Devastator, Boneshatter Assault Frigate. Firing on the Temperance. FIV Death's Beverage - Support Vessel - Right Flank of Devastator, Mukhtiar Corvette. - Rotating away from incoming turbolaser fire. FIV Know Death - Assault Vessel - Left Flank of Devastator, Boneshatter Assault Frigate. Firing on the Temperance. FIV Savagery - Support Vessel - Left Flank of Devastator, Mukhtiar Corvette.
What few seconds of decompression had sent those First Order soldiers and security forces flying towards the shuttle quickly came to a halt. Bodies flew, and the clamp of mag boots allowed those SIS and Alliance Forces to remain steady. However, that wasn’t to account the other unlucky boarders that had taken too long to account for a seal or that had been destroyed by the First Order Starfighters raining down their own fiery retribution.
However, ([member="Nils Brenner"]) would be quick to realize that attacking the remaining Orbalisk boarding shuttles would only do one thing: completely expose the open maw that had been blasted through by the boarding parties.
Screams soon were silenced as the bodies of Alliance soldiers and droids who were not able to magnetize their mag boots on time as well as lingering First Order soldiers and officers on Section B go flying out into the black void of space.
@Jianna Ross and [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] perhaps would be witness to more of the twitching, floating bodies. Ice and frost already scaling across the exposed sapients were were unlucky enough to be without protection. A few of those Alliance soldiers, however, were able to use the grapple gun from their Browncoat Utility belt. Desperate hands and arms anxiously would attempt to send the piercing tip towards the hull of the station. A few would find themselves with blessed relief amidst the cries and panic, their line drawing taunt and recoiling their floating bodies. Others, unfortunately, would simply continue tumbling amidst space, cargo, trash, and flailing bodies of both Alliance, smugglers, and poor souls caught in the crossfire.
The blood price of any war.
Those clinging to a lifeline of support would begin to tug themselves back, appearing as if to be barely drifting bodies attempting to get back into the station and activate their mag boots. Success would be determined by mere luck and if any more of those First Order star fighters would start picking them off like flies in a barrel.
[SIZE=11pt][Kark!] [/SIZE]cursed Micah, the Talith swiveling his head up toward one of the powerful automated turrets shooting at their direction. With a snap-hiss, he sent his lightsaber flying, the orange blade spinning to strike at the weapon. Sparks flew in a kaleidoscope of colors, the turret shutting down just as the --
Another volley of fire came at his direction. Slamming at the OBL shield droid and coming right at his and Spark’s direction.
[SIZE=11pt][ [member="Vexen"] and [member="Ipsy"] watch out! ][/SIZE] snatching his lightsaber from mid air, the Talith sent a few bolts flying back, standing in front of the bespeckled blonde. In an instant, he shot out his hand, only to yank down with the Force right at the turret. With the might of his mind, he hammered his willpower into the action, powerful telekinetics yanking at the turret. Two down -- who knew what the kark else there was to go.
Where the heck were they? Music filled in a jingle beat through one ear, updated stream through the other. A small beep from his comm brought forth the following message from [member="Keric Dynt"].
[SIZE=12pt]Phade 1, Complete. [/SIZE]
A bloop up brought forth information gleaned from the first initial batch of datamining. Maintenance schematics of the station. Without the schematics, maintenance personnel would have a far more difficult job of fixing systems that needed repairs as well as running diagnostics on systems for preventative maintenance.
A quick signal back would attempt to contact [member="Keric Dynt"] to figure out exactly where he was at -- and to continue on with the mission. They were here for one thing, and one thing only. Lives had been sacrificed to make sure they could do it. Now they had to work as well as they could together against the adversities that the station may bring them. The First Order may not have expected this type of an attack, and perhaps the station was not as adequately defended as it should be, but every advantage counted for something.
It mattered. Right here. Right now.
Signs and Aurabesh sigals upon the wall at least gave some indication of what section they were in. Section C.
Swinging down to [member="Spark Finn"], Micah gave a small cant of his head, the metallic reverberance of his voice modulator giving her the, [SIZE=11pt][ Come on and be speedy, Princess. I can only be your white knight as long as you deliver the goods.][/SIZE]
It was meant in good fun, but truth be told, the quip came from the Talith from a place of darkening realization. Already breached the station and he could feel the many lives lost in the Force. While they did their best to mitigate the loss of life, there was only so much they could do.
[SIZE=11pt][ Weapons on stun for any contacts. We are aiming to knock them unconscious, not kill them. ][/SIZE]
Turning, he swung his gaze towards their first obstacle.
[SIZE=11pt][ By Inari, they dont mess around.] [/SIZE]with the pressure set back in their section, he gave a quick click of his mag boots and deactivated them. Striding forward, he got a good look at what they had.
[SIZE=11pt][ Turadium blastdoors. First Order tax payers credits at its finest.][/SIZE] that would be difficult to get through. A gauntleted hand went reaching out, moving across the blast door towards the seams. He then continued on towards the wall of titanium reinforced alusteel. He gave it a distinct rap with his fingers.
Mind racing, a nod was given to the demolition experts.
[SIZE=11pt][ Ain’t just Turadium here.][/SIZE] the gruff voice of Amos told, the man getting a closer look.
[SIZE=11pt][ Some sort of alloy.] [/SIZE]a small sensor kit would test what it could find. A basic salvagers tool to determine materials.
[SIZE=11pt][ Got some Titantium… looks like alusteel too.][/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE]a sharp nod.
[SIZE=11pt][ Cold cutting or aim for the weak points] [/SIZE]well that was a plan.
There they had it, improvisation would always have a way. While they couldn’t cut through the Turadium blast door, they could improvise.
[SIZE=11pt][ Fan-[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]karking[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]-tastic.] [/SIZE]Micah said, [SIZE=11pt][ Screw these blastdoors… we’ll make our [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]own [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]path.][/SIZE]
Another ping and - considering the audio cue coming through his earwig and the datapacket displaying on his HUD, he knew who it was from; [member="Allyson Locke"].
But instead of a comm, what he found was, well a video. Of an ugly, crying, sobbing faced brunette. The former Rogue pilot was bawling her eyes out about dying and what Micah meant to her and about his sister and then --
It was just a holovideo, no way for him to pretty much try to snap her out of it and figure out where she was at. A shiver of panic ran down his spine. Where was she? How badly hurt.
These women were really trying to kill him.
[Ally where are you?--] another curse tore from his lips, his eyes shutting behind the visor of his helm. He was able to track love ones through the Force for years, his time with the Keetael enhancing his ability of tracking through the Force and the visions that come with it.
Location: Attached to the FIS Kuragin, Deck C
With [member="Micah Talith"] and [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Spark Finn"] @ipsey [member="Keric Dynt"]
Enemies: [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Magnus Ren"] [member="Aralu Sar"]
This was a kind of Chaos Vexen wasn’t used to. She’d been in several battles over the last few years. Her first real fight had been with a squad of One Sith stormtroopers trying to keep Micah from escaping the invasion. She had never before been involved in a boarding operation before. Intel had suggested it was the path of least resistance to taking the station. Of course the first plan had fallen away to leave them on the first contingency plan.
Smoke filled the corridor now. Scorch marks marred the walls and deck from the intense blaster fire. Slowly it relented as they dealt with the initial fire and started to disable the internal defences. It was slow going.
As ever she was grateful for the powerful Force Bond she shared with Micah. Bright lights, chaos and noise all grated against what nature and nurture had made of the wraith. Micah would know. He always knew. His confidence was the shield she needed right now, not the drones that staved off the enemy fire. She turned to Ipsy at her words and gave a firm nod.
“Wasn’t thinkin’ so much on killin’ as not being dead, but yeah,” she agreed. The wraith was not as talkative as the amaran. Right now she felt a pang of regret at getting Ipsy involved in this at all. Vexen reached out with the Force and forcibly pulled two of the turrets off their marks. Instead they turned and fired on each other. She drew on the strength that came from being alongside those she trusted. Ipsy’s words rang true in her mine.
Silence fell. Glorious silence.
Then the cries of a wounded Alliance soldier brought that moment of relief to an abrupt end. A medic rushed forward and knelt by his side.
“It’s cauterised,” he called out. “Get him back on the shuttle and…”
“That’s a negative on that one,” came a call from behind them. The pilot emerged and the opening sealed behind him. “Squadron of fighters is sweeping the hull. You’re safer here.”
Vexen looked ahead to find two soldiers finishing packing the weak points of the blast doors with a baradium based charge. One of them had filled a tank with the cryoban from the Orbalisk shuttle and gave several points a good spray.
Vexen didn’t get the video feed from Allyson, she merely had the audio in her ear. She felt her heart shrivel and sink within her chest. Wherever the girl was they had to reach her now. She was clearly in distress. This sounded like a death note.
As Kaalia moved towards the cell where their prisoner was held, she felt something was off. She had been respectful towards her and had made sure she was doing well, at least for a captive's standards, but if her suspicions were true that was not something the woman would continue doing. They were enemies in the end- if Jamie had decided to try and escape the backlash would've been nothing but harsh.
Her suspicions, which was similar to Castor's it seemed, were confirmed as they found the cell's shield had disappeared. Frustration built up but she kept a clear head. They would find her back and decide what to do from there. Castor on the other hand seemed incensed, his presence darkening further as his rage built.
The woman held her silence until her fellow Knight spoke to her directly. "No time to waste then," she replied as she started running towards the hangar that was mentioned. She didn't particularly look whether he was heading in the same direction or not, there simply was no need to. The redhead fastly approached the hangar, sensing their escapee getting closer. She prayed Jamie hadn't managed to get on a speeder yet.
As the surgical team from OR 1 moved their fresh open heart patient on a medsled urgently yet calmly through the already evacuated Surgical Suite or section, one of four such sections that made up the Galidraan-class space station's medial facilities that provided health care to the civilian population surrounding the station as well as the personnel that called it home, the blue-skinned surgeon stopped off in the Chief Medical Officer's office and grabbed her side arm and white lab coat to wear over the blue scrubs she wore. Karisa's time serving as a medical officer with the Chiss Explansionary Defense Force patrolling the Colonies in Chiss Space taught her one thing, to always be prepared for the unexpected. The young doctor at the time had learned that lesson the hard way during an ambush by the Vagaari, who were ruthless enemies of the Chiss.
Such horrific memories flooded Karisa's mind as the team began to pass through the main compartment double doors. She was brought from her personal musing as the scrub nurse asked her a question regarding the patient. Glowing red eyes looked to the older human female, who was walking in front of her beside the medsled with a thoughtful expression for a moment, then an affirmative nod was given. Just then a thunderous noise was heard from behind them as something was on the hull. A cutting tool was seemingly being used to gain access to the station. That sound was something she would never forget from when Vagaari warriors breeched the ship the young Chiss doctor had been serving on.
It's like things suddenly went slow motion yet they didn't. As soon as the cutting was finished, there was a strong woosh of air pulling the team back towards where they had just come from. The anesthesiologist was the first to be plucked away as he was at the head of the medsled that was at the rear as the patient was being pushed feet first. Karisa grabbed for the side of the medsled as it turned sideways, then lifted to thankfully become wedged across the compartment door opening keeping Karina from going through any further. The scrub nurse flew by overhead. A blue hand reached for the woman's ivory colored one as eyes met, but only their fingertips touched for a moment then the woman was gone too. Karisa swore several times in Cheunh to herself for not being able to save the civilian nurse whose children lived with her on the station, then the dire reality of the situation hit her full on and she quickly flung her hand at the control panel on the wall and closed the doors that would seal the area she was in from the depressurized one and secure it shut.
Brask'ari'sabosen gasped for a breath as the atmosphere in the corridor she was in now repressurized. She looked down at her patient and checked his vital signs... He too was dead. With that noted, Karisa grabbed a medkit from the medsled storage cabinet, gave a respectful nod to her deceased patient, then turned on her heel making for the turbolift that would take her to the hangar bay. Hopefully it wasn't too late to catch an evacuation transport. She was concerned too if the scrub nurse's children were safe or not, but only time would tell at this point.
Relit looked up, then he looked down. The drone was just now hovering over the makeshift floating refuge and already, he heard the drone initiate its protocol. Based on what he understood of long distance lovers, this wasn't something particularly good for him.
"Oh...well. "
His fingers loosened from the frame of the drone before letting go altogether. He hastily messed with the control of the jet pack as he strafed across the town. With a stroke of luck, the bafflers and sound dampeners kicked on as the repulse powered on and softened the fall to the presence of a feather.
As he stepped down, the jetpack kicked off. Hidden expression lifted to the world around him, the Cloud City nearly out of view above. Just at his moment of introspection, a ball bounced across the cobble and deflected off his leg. Unstrapping the mask, he let it hang from his collar, as he smiled while two children ran by. Playing some form of kickball, he laughed as he caught image of something in the direction they ran.
Stepping forward, slowly, he looked up to the towering figure of a particular Ugnaught. Cast in electrum and bronze, the statue stood gleaming in the sun, with a finger pointed towards the sky. Emerald eyes drifted down to the pedestal were it described the events of recent Ugnaught past. The monument was dedicated to no particular Ugnaught. It simply stated: To those who wouldn't kneel. At least, that's what he thought it said. His translation could have been poor, but Omai Rhen had set him on this course with a translation data pad and a couple weeks to study up.
Relit took the responsibility to heart.
"You're not from around here..."
Relit turned to find an Ugnaught, much taller than the standard Ugnaught. Relit smiled and shook his head. "Ugnor's Thumbs...you have quite some height to you. " The book had some bits about culture and expletives. The youth showed such value in compliment with a smile in return. "No, I am not from around here...though I was led to believe no one would speak basic here?"
"Whoever told you that was wrong. Basic is a requirement for capitalism and trade."
"Ah. That makes sense. Tell me, is the performance hall around here? I've heard a good deal about it. "
"We're not really allowed to...but...I can show you if you hurry up."
"I'm afraid we haven't got time for anything fancy," Audrey said, casting a dark glance at Dmitri and Strovenko as they bantered about Luke Skywalker's severed hand -- or its facsimile. "Gentlemen, need I remind you that we are evacuating these items as a priority because of their historical significance, and we are doing so at the expense of the time and effort that could be spent securing civilians. The Government has made this a priority, so if you could -- possibly -- direct your efforts to getting these priceless and irreplaceable artifacts into the trucks in the plaza, I'll be pleased to indulge your chat."
This soft-spoken rebuke was, perhaps, the most violent outburst ever seen outside of combat by the usually retiring and mild-mannered librarian. She apparently took her job as Chief Curator of the First Order quite seriously. She glanced at [member="Ranulph Tarkin"] with an apologetic look, then stalked over towards the displays. "We'll take them down in the elevator," she said decisively. "There's no other way, I'm afraid. The service lift has been disabled. We could fit, possibly, three or four of the small square exhibits -- one of the larger ones," she mused. Audrey studied the displays idly for a moment, then canted her head towards [member="Ranulph Tarkin"] again.
"You know, I did wonder," she said under her breath, so only he could hear her. "I read the most amazing dissertation on Wilhuff Tarkin when I was a peer editor at University. If we survive this I'll get you a copy. One of the most well-balanced works I've ever read on the man." She heaved a sigh, but wheeled around as there was a great clatter. One of her curators had managed to knock over one of the cloud city police uniform mannequins. She was off like shot, dashing across the exhibit. "Be careful, please!" she called, going over to right the mannequin case. "Blast, this one's broken. See if we can get some sealant on that."
