Terrors [ CIS Dominion of Islyrr II Hex ]

[Rashae]

Objective: Terror under the sea
post: 2

Darth Metus warranted one of Doctor Lovous's classic glares. That was accompanied by another slight wave of that 'scent'. There was a low growl as she didnt say anything, yet. There was a soft exhale of air as she looked at her datapad. When those two fingers pointed at her she wanted to break them off. Pointing was not good manners in the slightest. Her chin lifted in imperious indignation but turned towards the assigned pod as she was putting her helm on that had a lot of high end and really good computing scanners and data collectors of a variety of sorts. Rashae Acknowledged the droid pilot politely as they were jettisoned in efficient succession.

Her fingers went over the controls. “Lets get samples of this water every fifty meters. Things change in waters this size.” The droid initialized the acid proof small tubes. These tubes were custom to be about the size of a large bullet nothing more. Rashae didnt need more than that to analyze. She may have to put it into a chemical spectrometer though. She wasnt a chemist but organic chemistry was required learning as a geneticist that clones and grows creations from splicing and fusions.

Considering how fast they were descending she was glad the droid was doing the sampling. She wasnt sure she could sample ever 50 meters as fast as they were descending. “Watch nitrogen levels in the crew. Especially the boy. “ She reminded Yuna. Hers was fine as her scans in her helm indicated. Why Darth Metus let a boy on this venture she had no idea but she began her descent in earnest.

Wait what was this? “interesting.” There went another one of Rashae's 'interesting' . This was coupled with a pause as you may hear her fingers going over the console to manipulate the numbers. “initial findings are a mixture of methanol and nitric acid which with the free protons floating around turn into a conjucted acid and a conjuncted base in varying degrees in floating 'clouds' within the water. Caustic base or caustic acid take your pick. Still going to cause damage butttt.. it gets less the further we go down. “

They seemed to break a barrier and into well different 'water'. Even the sound of the water rushing past sounded different. “and nothing. Acid and Base content is.. clearing. Heavy salinity though. Still collecting samples. There are other anomalies that are low percentage but I need better equipment to break it down. “

The headlights were looming at the bottom of the floor but she was scarcely paying attention as she was going over data. The droid now and then would give her vectors. The hissing of the hull being disolved stopped altogether. “life sign readings? Like to see if we got any bio readings of indigenous fauna. I am not getting any flora signatures.“

Scanners lit up her pod and her helm like a life day tree. There were unusual readings but it was unclear exactly what it was. “There is something out there biological wise .. “ she reran the numbers. “Something .. big.” If it was as large as her calculations were? The thought left that ominous solution as she the main headlight was pouring through heavy salinated water. One could see the heavy salt solutions stream through currents as the spotlight went over the bottom. The bottom... moved. It was very cold down in these depths, approximately 1.6 celcius (35 degrees). Not much moves at that temperature unless it was a biological. “Darth Metus, uhhh. “ Rashae's heart started racing as she was pretty much right on top of it. Then her eyes lit up... samples!!

“lets shoot a sampler into .. there. “ The droid actually looked at her like she was certifiably insane. “fine let me do it. “ She gave the droid a disparaging look like it was chicken. Now Rashae and gun type apparatuses were not exactly friends. The sampler was about the size of a large bullet with a garrot attached to bring it back.. it is designed to puncture and get a few cells. It worked on the Progenitor. But she was much closer to it. The doctor gave no warning or no indication she was at all logical. Health readings would indicate very high adrenaline and an even impressive amount of neural activity. The shot rang out to what she suspected at the sandy floor was a biological. The shot went through the thin layer of sand ….


[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Yuna Hart"] [member="Cairyn Midore"] [member="Lady Psyona"]

 

[Jaya Tandris]

Objective: BYOO
Post: 1
Allies: [member="Edric Vanyan"]

The only reason Jaya even came here was the credits. Personal credits. The Eye of the Street pretty much worked as a business and required reinvesting, but trips like these were solely for enlarging her personal balance. It was dangerous, but she stopped being worried about danger years ago. The best way to resolve a dangerous situation often was to just punch it really, really hard, and if that didn't work Zoey always had a plan.

Except Zoey wasn't here today.

Despite not being afraid of getting herself in danger, when it came to her friends it was an entirely different story and when it came to her best friend that even more so the case. There was no way that the woman would allow her to come along, and as such she left her to care for the Eye like she always did while Jaya was gone. She was not alone, however. During her trip there she simply walked up to the person she imagined to be the most capable, tapped him on the shoulder, and asked him to tag along. In ways he reminded her of Zoey, he just didn't have bright blue hair and didn't look like a surprisingly fashionable street rat and even that was subjective, so she was confident he could provide the brains while she provided the brawn. A perfect combination in her mind.

"Our job shouldn't be too hard. just some scouting," Cupcake mentioned as they started their trek. She wore a rebreather mask to make sure the toxic atmosphere wouldn't wreak havoc on her lungs, and her signature gauntlets covered her hands and part of her arms. "I mean, surely it isn't as 'unexplorable' as they make it out to be." Her voice was muffled by the mask, but her carefree nature still shone through. "Let me know when you see something of note, keeping track of those locations is what we came for after all." Suddenly Jaya would look over her shoulder, looking at her companion. "Did I catch your name? Mine's Jaya. My friends call me Cupcake, but you can call me either."

 

[Yuna Hart]

Objective: Terrors of the sea


Yuna glanced around at all the faces that were now fixated on her. Her nerves must have made her forget that addressing a group will likely cause them to look at you in response. Yuna continued to look around at everyone, avoiding eye contact as much as possible when she felt a hand rest on her shoulder. This was a welcomed gesture because it meant Yuna could avert her gaze from the staring group to the owner of the hand. Yuna's icy blue eyes lightened and a small smile formed across her lips when she turned to see that it was [member="Darth Metus"]. As was usual, Metus was fair and straight to the point with his instructions for Yuna.

"At once. I wont let any of you out of my sight" Yuna said as she began to synchronise her datapad like Metus had instructed her to. Suddenly Yuna briefly stopped right in her tracks. Metus had mentioned that Yuna had the authorization to pull the group back if she felt it was best to. This shocked and really humbled Yuna. Metus was putting so much trust and faith into her, she knew there was no way in hell that she could let him down. Yuna placed one of her hands on his arm and smiled softly at him "Don't worry. i wont let you down." Yuna went back to working on her datapad.

Yuna was diligently working on her datapad when Metus' commanding tone instructing people move out caught her attention. Yuna watched the group prep for a few moments and then made her way back up to the bridge of the submersible and to her station where she could monitor everything. "Okay lets see....vitals are all good for the moment" Yuna said as she check over everyone's stats. Her attention was grabbed quickly when Metus gave her another order. Yuna grabbed her datapad and made all the necessary arrangements.

"Launching additional pod now. good luck"

 

[Cairyn Midore]

[member="Darth Metus"]'s offer of goodies caught Cairyn off guard, having fully been expecting to either be ignored or chastised for his insolent question. In that moment, Cairyn wasn't sure whether to be pleased he was getting his way or enraged that it seemed the Darth had taken to trying to reason with him as if he were a real child. For a bit, he leaned toward the latter, the dark shining through his play at childlike. It lasted but a second, a bright smile claiming his face as he accepted the treasures with a simple "Okey-dokey!" and returning to his seat.

Until addressed once more, he was content to pop the lollipop in his mouth and wait, legs swinging from his chair and accidentally kicking the guy in front of him. Whoops. That's what they got for sitting in front of him, though. It was entirely their fault. Perking up when it was time for orders, he slouched back in his seat when he saw who he was paired with. [member="Lady Psyona"]. Great. But it was too late to request a new partner. Besides, perhaps it'd work in his favor to have the one person who could ruin him be his ally on this mission. Push came to shove, he could always back stab her.

He liked that idea a lot.

Hopping out of his seat, he skipped over to where Grace was. "Long time, no see, Chasie!" He drawled with an enthusiastic wave. "Geez, how long has it been? Y'know, ya really hurt Griz's feelings back there."

 

[Grace Darkson]

To say the Sith was less than enthused about her partner would be an understatement. Part of her wondered why she hadn't killed the brat yet and just have it over with. He certainly wasn't going to be useful to her here. Not yet, anyways. How well could she kill him 'accidentally' and get away with it? Hmm. Something to consider. She'd want to wait until they were away from the bone-crushing depths of the acidic swamp.

Unless, of course, he was dumb enough to try and kill her first. She wouldn't put it past him. Their meeting on Dathomir hadn't exactly ended well.

"Can the chatter. We have work to do." was all he got from her until they were in the sub. That, and a simple link psychically. Nothing more than a light touch, really, but enough for her to tell if he planned to come at her. Couldn't have him trying his luck while they were alone in the pod. As the doors sealed behind them, her voice came through the link, seething anger in his brain.

"I don't care about your feelings or that of your pet. You're not a child, so act like it."

[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Cairyn Midore"] [member="Rashae"] [member="Yuna Hart"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Orbit
Allies: [member="Darth Metus"] [member="BX-25233"]
Enemies: None

Aedan blinked at the droid before running a few base calculations in his head before he looked at the droid his face deadly serious. "BX-25233 what is the amount of weight you can carry." His question was cut off before his eyes twitched and turned his head to the side growling he contacted the fire control officer for his ship grumbling out quietly. "This is an executive order fire near allies on Metus's position make sure you don't hit anyone just make the water shake around them." There was an affirmative response as the ship rotated a bit and than shock as it fired and Aedan triggered his comlink contacting Darth Metus. "Opps sorry Metus my finger slipped might want to hold on." He turned his attention back to the shuttle as he grabbed a cold bottle of rum than turned to the droid pointing at a cooler crate. "BX-25233 carry that crate to the bridge and deposit it next to the command throne." Aedan walked rather calmly back to the bridge whistling a tune as he did grinning almost insanely.

 

[Edric Vanyan]

Objective: BYOO
Post: 1
Allies: [member="Jaya Tandris"]


Edric spent a good portion of the way to the surface ensuring the suit he wore under the cloak was secure and all was free from breaks. While he was told a rebreather alone should be enough to protect him, the cloak and suit under it was meant to be certain of this fact. Were he stronger with the force he might have been able to simply create a field around himself for protection and filtered the toxins out, but he was no where near strong enough for that. Unlike the other one, he was not given that power to accompany what he had attained in the death of his predecessor.

The second reason he wasn't too quick to drop his guard was the fact that being on the surface was different to him. He had gone on raids with his soldiers before, helped free slavers, but even then he saw minimal combat and minimal physical exertion. He was fit enough that he would be fine keeping up but if something went wrong, he would need to be careful about his actions, especially in a place where his breathing was already restricted. The mask hanging from his waste a reminder of the fact he would be confined behind it to keep him in healthy condition. With that in mind he raised it up and secured it, fixing it in places and letting it seal itself before pulling up the hood of his cloak and walking behind the person who had asked him to come along.

He didn't know her too well, curious about why he was chosen but he was more than honored to tag along. Few words had left him up until this point, for a good reason. He wanted to know more about the person he was helping before he said anything more than necessary, curious about their capabilities, their interests in the venture and what it was they expected to find on that toxic ball. He would be lying if he said he wasn't curious about what might be down there himself but it could have been handled by survey droids, something he would admit to have relying on in this situation but understood the yearning to just do it herself.

So he followed along, looking over the group and keeping ready should anything come up or things go wrong somehow. Which reminded him about the time they would have to work with and the reason he had with him a blaster rifle as well as his saber.

"Lets be quick and careful about this though, if we might find night to be far more unwelcoming from what the initial records have suggested. Though I can say I am a bit interested in what we might find here left over by the... victims of the past attempts towards colonization of the place."

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Objective: Operation Pirate Protection
Allies: [member="Cady"] [member="Aut-X"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="IT-88"] [member="B1-1313"] [member="B1-990"] [member="BX-25233"] [member="BX-75244"] [member="BX-66260"] [member="BX-72967"] [member="BX-22222"] [member="BX-73300"]
Posts: 3

So distracted by the mission at hand, Morgan nearly forgot to send an important communication to the BX-Commando droids that the Confederacy had cobbled together from new and old models to help Admiral Miles build the ground port. She took a moment before exiting the transport to fire off a transmission to them. The ranks had not been quite established and she hoped there was a Captain among them. But perhaps they would just sort it out among themselves with the expected precision of mechanical beings, and not have Operation PP devolve into near-comical pandemonium.

One could hope at least.

… //beginning encrypted transmission//….

“Boots on the ground, Fireteam Deus Volt. Commence Operation Pirate Protection. Your mission is to guard and defend the ground port that Admiral Aedan Miles is building upon the surface of Islyrr II. Construction droids are working around the clock to have the facility completed in time, but the location has been plagued by numerous carnivores on this uninhabitable world who keep mistaking the droids for food. Those droids are expensive, and at the rate they’re being destroyed, this is becoming quite an expensive endeavor for the Confederacy.

I’ve installed a small camera on the exterior of one of you, so I can check in on your progress. Whatever you do, do not try to disable the camera. It is very important to record this for our data archives. Once I’m finished with scouting the location of our largest Agrocite, I will join you. BX-72967 is already near the construction site.

Miss Redeaux signing out.”

...//ending transmission//...

If I’m still in one piece, she thought gravely. And furthermore, she knew her mind would now be on the new Commando unit as far from her as they were, hoping they fared well and stayed on task. Otherwise it would be memory wipes and software tweaks for sure.

 

[BX-25233]

"Understood Admiral. New secondary mission assigned. Deliver crates to bridge."

BX-25233 grabbed a crate a headed to the bridge but while on his way he received a transmission from [member="Morgan Redeaux"] assigning him a very important mission. This new mission annoyed BX-25233 due to the fact that he was not informed beforehand that Fireteam - Deus Volt would be doing a defense operation and had not planned out how the Commando Droids in Fireteam - Deus Volt would defend the site. BX-25233 gave the crate to a nearby B1 droid who was on patrol and told the B1 to take the crate to the bridge. As BX-25233 walked off the B1 holding the crate dropped it because B1s are weak inferior droids to BX commandos. BX-25233 got to the lower hanger where a shuttle was being prepared for him and he also saw another BX Commando who is apart of Fireteam - Deus Volt.

" [member="BX-72967"] we have been assigned a new mission and we must go to the planets surface. If you know how to pilot please fly this shuttle and if not please call a B1 pilot. Morgan Redeaux I have received your new mission objective and will be heading to its location shortly but please remember to inform us of our mission before the mission starts"

[member="Aedan Miles"] [member="BX-75244"] [member="BX-66260"] [member="BX-22222"] [member="BX-73300"]

 

[Asantas]

Allies: [member="Cady"] @Aut-X [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="IT-88"] [member="B1-1313"] [member="B1-990"] [member="BX-25233"] [member="BX-66260"] [member="BX-72967"] [member="BX-22222"] [member="BX-73300"]

He was putting together some of his weaponry that he dismantled to clean and check if they where efficiently put together and in working order in record timing, It was something he does when hes not deployed when he heard the call from [member="Morgan Redeaux"]. she wants us on the ground to defend a port from pirates he could feel ripper almost jump for excitement at possible combat opportunity even if they are defending a port pirates are known for there brazen attitude in there targets. He banged on his chest where the shard was held lightly as a contain your excitement type motion to ripper, He grabbed his armaments before calling in confirmation that he has received the order to Morgan. It was abrupt and sudden and out of the blue mission but he hoped to perform well beyond all expectations and perhaps earn a few new upgrades in the process. He comm'd the other BX units about the transmission before heading to his fighter to prepare for take off to the surface.

 

[Surnin Strenger]

Objective: Terrors of the Earth
Allies: [member="Morgan Redeaux"] [member="Jackpot"]
Posts: 2

"Dangerous or not lets just get it done and get it done right." Was the only relevant quip the Balmorran could shoot as he closed his eyes under his helm, listening to the hum of the craft before they would land, his eyes jolting open, his ears rung for a moment as the hatch was undone, leaving them open to the volatile surface of the world. Underworld urban sectors were what Strenger was used to not volcanic hellscapes wrought with backwater colonies and mining operations manned by all-too-confident scientists and miners.

Surnin was quick to leave the vessel, slapping a clip into the side of his DC-17 before hopping from the transport ship, not sparing a word to Morgan, his actions being enough affirmation to her as he drew a quick gaze over the environment. He dropped to a kneel, seeming to be extremely cautious of the surroundings he kept the blaster rifler pointed downward across his chest before standing up and looking to Morgan. "I assume you know the way to where we're supposed to go?" He'd inquire, knowing the droid well enough that she typically knew what she was talking about, assuming the onboard encyclopedia doubled for a gps.

 

[Bigkz42]

Objective: Operation Pirate Protection / Terrors of the Earth
Allies: [member="Cady"] [member="Aut-X"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="IT-88"] [member="B1-1313"] [member="B1-990"] [member="BX-25233"] [member="BX-75244"] [member="BX-66260"] [member="BX-72967"] [member="BX-22222"] [member="Morgan Redeaux"]

Lee's head ticked to one side as it "listened" to the message it's handler had broadcast to the Commando's unit. "Negative." It said aloud, though there was nothing and no one nearby to hear the droid's deep voice. The droid slipped it's contraband piece of mirrored glasteel back into it's hiding place, and took it's E-5 Blaster Rifle off the weapons rack. The droid stood, turned on a heel, and set off to track down Morgan.

The droid's internal, encrypted comm activated as it walked, sending a prompt reply to it's handler. "Command invalid. Mission assessment dictates priority reevaluation. Mission success is dependent on the survey team. In route to your location to provide support, standby." The transmission ended without another word, the droid's focus turning to a nearby transport shuttle. That will need to be confiscated, Lee thought to itself. With machine precision, the BX unit was soon on it's way to rendezvous with Miss Redeaux and her team.

 

[BX-22222]

Receiving his instruction BX-22222 stood and began to collect his armaments. He knew his place, the Makers had made him to serve and it was programming that he would uphold no matter what the cost to self.

That's all good laddie but you forget you aren't the only one walking around in this tin shell. So how about showing some caution.

The photo receptors flashed for a moment as Duece's head twitched. "I will obey commands and perform my duty. To do otherwise is contrary to my programming." Passing several people in the corridor as he made his way to the hanger it was obvious that the people thought there drops was malfunctioning. But who is going to stop a faulty BX commando Droid?

Entering the hanger he located [member="BX-25233"] and moved toward the hat wearing Droid. "That accessory is not regulation 25233." Statement of the obvious was one of his quirks.

Boy, you're all kinds of wrong

"My shard needs new programming."

 

[B1-1313]

Standing at the edge of the hangar as it stayed in low orbit, Lucky looked out of the shield down to the water below. He wondered what it would be like to swim. He'd never gone before, he had recently been given a new seal that would protect him should he ever actually go into the water, his circuits would be fine. As the alarms sounded, signaling a shuttle taking off for the surface, Lucky had been lost to his processing and got hit by the shuttle. His power pack hooked onto the landing gear as it retracted, clamping him on the bottom of the shuttle.

<Wait! Help! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!>

As the shuttle made its descent to the surface, Lucky was sprawled out again the G-forces that pinned his limbs to the hull of the shuttle.

<Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.....aaaaaaaaaaaaah.....aaaaaaaaaaaaaah....ahhhhahahahahahahahahha.....weeeeeeeeeeeee!>

[member="BX-22222"] [member="BX-73300"] [member="BX-75244"] [member="BX-25233"] [member="Morgan Redeaux"]

 

[Malok]

V - Terror of the Seas

With the exception of the rampant Hiss, the Sith Lord deluded himself into thinking everything was going smoothly.

Reaching out, he gingerly addressed one of the numerous dials upon the console - effectively heightening the volume of the Comms chatter. And, for a few moments, the only things he could hear were the scientific explanations of the Minister [member="Rashae"] . Now, while Darth Metus fancied himself intelligent and learned, he did not know the ins and outs of what she was going on about. However, he dared not to disturb her train of thought with a trivial question such as clarification. So. He pressed the Mute function on his end, effectively nullifying any ability to hear what he was about to ask, and turned to the BX Droid beside him.

"Care to put that in Basic?"

"Roger, Roger. The deeper we descend, the less acidic the water becomes. Hypothesis: Defensive measure."

"Sounds like it. Eating our hulls off is an excellent way to deter unwanted dives. I can only hope that's the worst of it."

As the Sith reached out to unmute himself, two things happened that turned this expedition into a chitstorm. The first was the Minister's launching of a sampler "dart" into the ocean "floor." The second was [member="Aedan Miles"] casually ordering a pot shot upon his position. Now, while the first act only served to agitate whatever-the-kark was laying on the ocean floor...the Pirate King assaulting its domain with a turbolaser shot cranked its angst up to eleven. At once, an Ungodly shriek broke through the comm channel, raging through the Pods and the Destroyer itself. The radar began going off the charts, denoting something...huge. Submersible Destroyer huge.

And started to move. Fast

KATHOOOM!

And explosion rocked the waters behind the Sith's pod. A mammoth claw had seized the freshly-released Pod and cracked it into oblivion. The Droid Crew within were surely lost, and the explosion briefly afforded a look into the Face of Hell itself. Darth Metus' finger immediately slammed into the unmute button as orders flew from his mouth. "Evasive Maneuvers! Weapons Free!" he cried. "[member="Yuna Hart"], have the Destroyer ascend. NOW! Call a broadside on this thing! Rear Pod ([member="Cairyn Midore"], [member="Lady Psyona"]) cover the Minister!" With a nod to his personal BX unit, his own Pod began to sail away so that it could loop back. Weapons systems were armed and ready.

Finally, the Sith had an idea.

"Aedan! Gonna send you a coordinate, I need you to take another shot! Get your cannons ready!"

 

[Jaya Tandris]

Objective: BYOO
Post: 2
Allies: [member="Edric Vanyan"]

"In that case I'll try to not damage too much would come by it. I'm not the most gentle with, well, basically anything though, so I'm going to leave any research to you." Jaya shrugged as she continued walking, keeping her eyes peeled to the predators that riddled the night side of the planet. She was warned about them but was confident that her gauntlets would do the trick against them. "If anything needs to be broken though, just ask me." Balling her left gauntlets into a fist she covered it with her right gauntlet. If it had been her actual fits it would have cracked her knuckles, signifying she was ready to punch anything that got in the way.

Tilting her head to the side Jaya seemed to have caught a glimpse of something interesting and without hesitation she changed direction. "I'd say we have found an abandoned settlement. Exactly the kind of thing we were looking for." What stood in the way however was a wall that surrounded the entire settlement, likely to keep the native species of the planet out. The gate wasn't able to be opened from the outside, leaving only one option. One Cupcake was most definitely a fan of.

"Stand back," the woman said as the retractable shutters of her left gauntlet opened, revealing small thrusters within it. "Unless you want debris to hit your face." The thrusters activated and with incredible speed and power the gauntlet shot forward, breaching straight through whatever primitive material was used to build the wall. Chunks flew past her in every direction and when the dust settled Jaya stood on the other side, a man-sized hole now present in the wall. "It's been a while since I've been able to do that. Feels good."

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Objective: Clear the Quarry
Allies: [member="Surnin Strenger"]
Posts: 4

With the droids assigned to security of the construction site, Morgan turned to Mr. Strenger and said, "I do indeed, Sir." No matter what the situation or danger, the HRD would never stray from her gracious demeanor. Not unless she was rewired by slicers which was always a threat.

There was a small All-Terrain Roller with four wheels that the pair would be traveling in. Inside it provided a further source of fresh oxygen as it was covered in a transparsteel domed shield, much like some kind of exploratory rover.

Not too long after traveling a few miles, following the planet's rotation so that the sun was constantly at their back, Morgan and Surnin reached a small deserted mining settlement with one of the larger agricite quarries. There was an eerie sense of calm which blanketed the entire location.

The blonde HRD could feel a seismic rumbling under them, but wasn't sure if Mr. Strenger could detect it.

"Is the earth moving for you? A little like a very minor quake?"

Smelling organic meat below them a giant Akk'thot, never before seen on Islyyr-II before began to snake its way to the surface from its den in a shallow part of the planet's core.

 

[BX-72967-RAZOR]

Terrors of the Earth - V

As the Commando brought the starfighter's engines to life, a communication buzzed through. Looking down, the azure manifestation of their handler, [member="Morgan Redeaux"], appeared to deliver fresh orders. If the unit was capable of feeling frustration, this would have been one of those moments. However, it swiftly processed a reasonable response to being re-routed in the midst of a tense situation.

"Acknowledged. Moving into position now."

Gunning the throttle, the starfighter took off at an immense speed. Razor took a gander at his radar and set about locking onto one of the closest bandits. With a simple squeeze of the trigger, he launched a concussion missle into the target's path. KATHOOOM!!! Would have been what it sounded like if there was noise in space. Of course, Razor did not stick around in order to appreciate his handiwork. Instead, the Droid pulled hard on the flight stick, literally flipping his vessel over and heading immediately for the surface.

"Deus Volt."

Spoiler

[member="Morgan Redeaux"]@B1-1313@BX-22222@BX-73300@BX-75244@BX-25233

 

[Edric Vanyan]

Objective: BYOO
Post: 2
Allies: [member="Jaya Tandris"]

Edric nodded after every sentence, staring at the wall for a bit as his mind traveled. The thing was a amazing to him, a piece of history that he would need to record, document and archive for later study, something that would be a warning to future colonies and to help people know what waited them on this planet. The fact that the wall was mostly intact was a great sign as well. He would need to get some time with the creation before they moved on so that he could... wait did she say something?

His head turned towards her, staring for a moment before blinking and raising his hand. "Wait no d-" and it was too late as the fist hit the wall, sending chunks flying and his hand raised to create a field around him, the chunks slaming into the telekinetic barrier he had put up with his eyes still staring at what she had done. He wasn't sure what to say as the scene settled and he stared at the hole in the wall he had wanted to study. Yes most of the thing was untouched but this blemish disrupted the fact that teh wall had been untouched and he could have found something significant where she had destroyed the section.

With a sigh he dropped the field and hung his head, speaking in a defeated tone. "We could have climbed over or looked for another way in... you didn't have to punch a hole into it." With another sigh he picked himself back up and smiled, shrugging. "Well, a problem for a later time. Shall we go inside miss?"

 

[BX-25233]

BX-25233 just looked at [member="BX-22222"] who decided it was smart to question his Captain's choice of head gear. Going by how the droid said his shard needed reprogramming BX-25233 assumed BX-22222 was also apart of the Shard project where multiple BX Commando Droids were given shards to increase their skills and combat capabilities but unlike most it seemed this droid did not get along with his shard.

"BX-22222 clearly you were uninformed of my promotion to captain of Fireteam - Deus volt so now that you know I am your superior droid I Suggest you not to question my attire."

BX-25233's shard also known as BX-25233B decided to send a message to the shard in the other droid

"So you got the bad pick heh"

BX-25233 then recived the response from [member="BX-73300"] who showed complete disregard to the orders [member="Morgan Redeaux"] gave

"BX-73300. New Mission Assigned. Protect land port. Mission Assigned by Fireteam Deus Volt Operations Manager Morgan Redeaux and Fireteam Deus Volt Captain BX-25233. Failure to obey orders a second time will result in a memory wipe."

BX-25233 then saw [member="BX-72967"] leave the ship with a fighter and must have not heard BX-25233 earlier but aslong as BX-72967 is heading to the port BX-25233 would be happy. BX-25233 then received [member="BX-75244"] transmission showing atleast one droid was following orders

"Copy that BX-75244. BX-72967 and BX-75244 please have a safe trip"

Turning his attention back to BX-22222

"Primary Objective Assigned to BX-22222. Fly this shuttle to the port with BX-25233 inside the shuttle. Mission Assigned by Fireteam Deus Volt Captain BX-25233. Secondary mission also assigned. Do not question your captain's choice of headgear again."

With that BX-25233 entered the shuttle and hoped BX-22222 knew how to fly. But at the time he only knew one thing, That Fireteam Deus Volt may be the most unorganised team in the CIS.