The Finding of Kathlan Station

[RC 212]

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Kathlan station: Unknown Regions​

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Space stations were far and wide. There were plenty of them and with the wake of the apocalypse and the uneneding wars countless stations had been lost to the void. But not one station. Kathlan station ahd been lost long ago to pirates. Word had it a corsair fleet had assaulted her whilst the ACA collapsed and whiskered her away into the void.​

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For a while the location of the mysteriously missing station was unknown. Until now. A message had come across the underground networks and criminal job boards across the galaxy. Kathlan had been sighted by a shipping merchant whom had disappeared shortly thereafter. Known for her riches and her heavy load of medical supplies, freelancer crews descended upon her at once. Each crew intent on claiming their prize. The crew to take the station would have her and all her riches!​

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But there was a warning in the message as well....​

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Beware, for here there be Pirates!​

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Objective 1: Secure the command center at the center of the station to disable automated defenses and control incoming ships. ​

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Objective 2: Capture the pirate commander before he escapes in his fighter.​

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Objective 3: Find the control codes for the pirate mothership​

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Objective 4: Clear the pirates from the engineering bay!​

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[member="Veino Garn"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Ark Tallen"]​

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Location: Deep space near the Unknown Regions.

Vassara cleaned her shotgun idly as Silas piloted the Gypsy Caravan through the void. There was a solitude here she had long missed. Far away from the troubles of the galaxy and its major governments. The wars and the inquisition drained her. Vassara was an explorer, and a brutal one at that.

Any whom crossed her soon felt the wrath of the young and upcoming woman. Her an Silas had created a condition where they were wanted across twenty two known systems, and most likely a handful more. Gunrunning, Spice Smuggling, Piracy and a myriad of other crimes had put a mark on their heads.

But hey a spacer had to do what a spacer had to do right. The allure of credits to the young woman’s eyes was like bees to a honey-pot.

She longed for them, craved them.....

"Alright we're coming in."

Vassara spun around in her chair, squinting through the view-port of the small semi circle cargo freighter.

"I dont see anything!"

"Relax, these are the exact coordinates."

Vassara licked her lips in anticipation and closed her Czerka combat shotgun with a click, locking the two halves together.

"Alright lets see what we got! Burst the shortwave scanners, see if we can pick her up!"

 

[Ark Tallen]

Ark did his best to maintain a comfortable position in the chair he sat in. His head throbbed with the ache of a hangover he was all too much used to, and his wits finally kicked back in making him aware of his poor decisions the night before.

"As I said sister, I can get us into the control room, but most of this will be your job" Ark spoke with a chuckle.

letting out another sigh as the ship rocked a bit, Ark sat up and began to collect his things. Under his coat he his two blasters (famously known as "The twin suns"), two thermal detinators, and some adrenalin if the job called for it. This was going to get hairy, Ark had a nick for forecasting these things.

[member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

Objective 1: Secure the command center at the center of the station to disable automated defenses and control incoming ships.

[member="Ark Tallen"]

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Vassara nodded to Tallen throwing him a roguish wink as the station came closer into view. It was a small speck now far off in the distance. Her crew would be the first wave, the heavy hitters. Their jobs was to incapacitate the stations commo situation so the rest of the crews could slip in and do their business.

"I'll wager twenty more kills than you new blood!"

"She'll probably get em too!" Silas chimed in, laughing up a storm as he punched the throttle.

Vassara checked her shotgun one more time and swung it up onto her shoulder rambo style. She leaned back in the co pilots seat kicking her feet up on the dash and glancing at Ark. He was newblood, a brand new spacer. He had yet to be introduced to the rest of the Underground but if this mission went alright, Vassara was intent on bringing him into the fold.

"Bet you cant pull the same stunt you did on Tatooine twice either!"

She stuck her tongue out to tease the young man.

Then she hit the comms radioing in [member="Vilaz Munin"] and [member="Veino Garn"].

"You guys ready? We're coming in fast and loose!"

 

[Ark Tallen]

Ark let our a laugh, she would never let him off of that one, he was sure of it.

Sarcastically, Ark spoke out "Listen, Tatooine was a different me. I have rethought my dangerous lifestyle and taken up new hobbies, like this!". A rotten joke to brighten up the current situation, but that was what Ark was good at.

Arming his blasters, Ark re caught his balance as the ship began to rack around with turbulence. "Here we go..." Ark let out with minor discomfort. The ship dipped immensely as coming into dock, With the faint sound of what should be blaster fire outside.

@Vassara Raxis

 

[Garza]

Location: Space - AT-360
Objective: #2 Capture the Pirate Commander before he escapes in his fighter.

Flying this ship was easy. Seeing as how all I had to do was program the manual into my head and copy it so I could correctly fly the ship, it almost seemed like I was a natural. However, really I was cheating. Sitting in the pilots seat, I closed in on the Space station. Seeing how this was a joint operation, All I would have to do is find the Pirate Commander, and capture him. Shouldn't be too hard right? Maybe.

I put the ship on autopilot. The Droid that was with me, A R2 astrodroid, He went on to fly the ship for me as I went into the back. Gearing up myself. Dressing in the survival gear I normally had, as well as my blaster rifle, Sniper rifle slung over my back, three HEX grenades, And for this because I had a feeling that I would be in close combat, I carried a vibroblade. Small enough to be considered a large dagger, but not quite a sword. Checking the energy in the powercell, it was full. Ready for the fight.

Pulling up the hood of the gear I wore, I stepped out onto the opened hangar of the AT-360, Taking a running start, I pushed off like a dive. Rushing towards the space station.

On the bottom of my boots, as well as on my hands as stabilizers were repulsorlifts. Very small, but enough to send myself hurling at speeds reaching up to 170 km/hour. I would be in the hanger bay of the space station in a few seconds.

You see, with myself being smaller, I wouldn't come up on any ship detectors. And as I had no need for access codes, I would slide right on through the barrier. Looks like I would be making fast work of this.

[member="Ark Tallen"], [member="Vassara Raxis"],

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Jasters fleet exited hyperspace, made up of his flagship, a hammerhead class cruiser, two crusader class corvettes, and two Foray-class blockade runners full of troops. These damned pirates scammed him out of his spices he need for research, he was not happy about it. "Bring me the Karking pirate!!" Jaster ordered his men, they brought a tattered and beaten human, scared and shivering at the sight of the 6'4" Mandilorian wearing his gold and red trim Field Marshal armor. On the bridge of his Hammerhead Class Cruiser, Jaster turned to the pirate, "Is this where that damn commander of yours at?" Jaster had his helmat off and his facial showed nothing but the anger.

The pirate answered quickly with a shake yes from his head, "Yes... Please, just spare me, I'm done with pir.." Jaster cut him off with a blaster shot to the mans head.

"Get boots...." Jaster noticed a ship, "wait, that one looks familiar?" Jaster gestured his men to get rid of the body and clean the blood. He walked up to the screen with the ship. 'Holy chit, it's the smuggler from Tatooine.' What was her name again.... [member="Vassara Raxis"] that was it. "Keep behind that ship, once it docks, get boots on the ground, remember the mission is to clear the pirates from the engineering bay!"

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ark Tallen"] @Jaster of clan Awaud [member="Wanderer EXO"]

Objective 1: Secure the command center at the center of the station to disable automated defenses and control incoming ships.

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Vassara chuckled at Arks statement. Surely after the massacre on the desert planet he had certainly left his old way behind. As they neared she jumped from her seat shouldering her shotgun and stepping towards the ramp. Outside the stars began to blink faster as scanners bombarded their craft and suddenly she found herself grabbing for the handholds near the cargo bay.

"What the frak Silas, what's going on?"

"We're taking fire from deck cannons! Hold on!"

The artificial gravity of the station added to the small amount aboard the Gypsys Caravan and Vassara felt her weight increase. The ship groaned as her shields took fire, bearing the brunt of the ship killing shells.

"Put us in!"

"We're clear, ramp open if ten seconds!" Silas roared, his face contorted into a fearsome visage of rage and wrinkles of concentration.

Vassaras eyes lit up as adrenaline slammed through her veins. They had one objective, kill their way to the central control room and take the defense down so the other crews could engage the station. Their very lives depenede upon Silas, Ark and her.

"Drop the frakin ramp!"

The fearsome woman was answered with the hiss of hydraulics as the ramp descended slowly. Vassar aimed down the sights of the Czerka Shotgun and steadied her breatjing, pushing back fear and adrenaline, calming herself in a sort of battle meditation. A dim prickle in the force alerted her to where the first man stood and before they had even seen her she tossed a smoke grenade and stepped off the ramp.

"Game time boys!"

BOOM!

The first blast took the head of a pirate clean off, massive kinetic force splattering his brains and skull upon the bulkhead. Vassara racked the shotgun as the smoke grenade spewed its noxious mixture. Visibility reduced to no farther than arms length....

 

[Ark Tallen]

Ark watched as a bolt of immense force shot the pirates all over the hanger, turning his head and squinting his eyes at the blood. The ship rattled as it came closer to the deck. a drop of sweat scaled its way down Arks forehead, and it hit him what he was getting into.

Taking up his way towards the door, he was armed and ready, yet he didnt feel it. Unsheathing his blasters, Ark watched as the door of the ship opened into the hangar, and a mess of bodies where sprayed around the floor. Taking his first steps off the ship, Ark let out another un-needed laugh.

"Now was this really necessary ma'am."

[member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Space; Cin'ciri Talyc

The void of space held many mysteries and uncharted lands in the Galaxy. While astronomers had indeed plotted a map and had pinpointed planets, moon, nebulas, stars, and creatures that lived that was the host of various planets and wonders. And thanks to the research from these professional scientists foreign lands could be explored with the technology that brought people beyond the system they lived in. An aftermath when research expeditions were sent to worlds that were light years away was they could expand their knowledge to new ideas and technology as they would observe the culture of the natives of the planet and see if their species was the same or was different. Peace and friendship or war and hostility could be forged after these two people would meet witch each other and know of their existence. But there were more than just finding new worlds in this field of science; there was endless adventures.

Adventure was what Vilaz sought and always strove for, not settle himself in Mandalorian space. In a way he seemed like a nomad as he traveled through the stars and discovering new things; however, there was a limit that he put in his adventures as he had a schedule with the Protectors to patrol and enforce the borders the Mando'ade inhabit these worlds. The vode was before anything else for Vilaz and unhesitant he was as he set his activities aside to help the ranks of the Mandalorians. But once the clock struck to the hour of his break the Rally Master would use this time for his own purposes whether it'd be Bounty Hunting, hunting, helping the Underground, or whatever as he allowed the Manda, several times, decide his future. And today would be clearing hostiles from an unknown station that wasn't uncharted to increase the bases of the Underground. The more bases this Rebel Faction had, the more influence it would spread in he Galaxy that would interest those who fought against governments similar to the One Sith.

A Tegaanalir Patrol Class ship exited out of hyperspace and arrived at the locations that were sent to all Underground members. He flew the ship in this zero gravity towards the station that was to become a part of the Underground one way or another. Pirates and Rebels had similar views in a way, but Rebels fought for a cause that had the potential to change certain things while pirates only fought for their own gain that was selfish and cruel to the innocents that they raided. A message sent via comm link to the Mandalorian came from a spacer that was a member of the Underground. He disliked it when strangers would rush Vilaz and that would provoke him to say a harsh comment. "Best not karking hurry me up again," he warned the woman as he replied back to her. In fact, he was ready as he was already dressed in his Beskar'gam and knew what weapons he would be using for this operation.

Silence there was he continue to fly his personal ship towards these insurgents that were residing within this space station. Soon they would be terminated by the Warrior and his allies participating for dominion of this pirate cove. Mercy or not which he didn't show to his enemies he would succeed in his goals.

[member="Ark Tallen"] [member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Jaster of clan Awaud "][member="Wanderer EXO"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Ark Tallen"]

"Sir, incoming fire!!" Yelled one of the scanner operators.

"Attack formation Beta!" Yelled Jaster, "Keep the transports safe, move Corvetts into defensive positions and launch all fighters. Tell the Blockage Runners to increase forward shields and rush that position, Corvetts turn port side facing the station and increase shields, increase power to weapons, this ship will be run down escort, fire on as many turrets as can be destroyed, don't want our troops to be slaughtered."

Jaster was very impressed at his crew, now able to send and operate orders at a quick speed. The Corvetts did as they were ordered, fighters zipped through the battlefield blading turrets closest to the hanger bay, transports finished there preparations and we're heading to the hanger bay. Jasters ship went ahead of them and shot missiles at the heaviest turrets.

"Sir the shields are at 20%, diverting power from internal lighting and research labs." Said one of the battle masters.

"Roger that, pull out and increase rear shields, we did as much as we could for the transports, send in the transport." Jaster ordered. He stood at the bridge of his ship, arms crossed, reading the battle field like a chess board.

The two transports rushed into the hangerbay, both received heavy damage, but they made it to the hanger bay. When the ramps fell 925 Mandalorian Marines rushed out and stormed the hanger. "They nearly secured the hanger bay, sir" said the comma officer.

"Good." Jaster said still reading the battlefield.

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino hung back in his own ship, a simple Tachyon freighter. One neither well armed nor well shielded. Not a threat for anything larger than a wooden boat, to be honest, unless in the hands of an expert pilot. Which, in all honestly, Veino was not. But he'd been doing digging and pulling some strings through his contacts until he'd gotten the boarding codes for this station.

"Station, permission to land to take shelter from the attacking fleets."

"Send the passcodes, Tachyon."

"Roger that, control. Broadcasting now." He tapped a few buttons on the dash, and the codes transferred to the station.

"Codes are clear, Tachyon. Tractor beam will guide you in."

"I appreciate that, Control. I have no desire to get blown up today."

"I know the feeling, Tachyon."

Veino leaned back in his seat, checking his gear as the ship approached the hangar and then landed inside. He took a deep breath and hid his Force signature, just to be careful. He ran over his gear again. Underground hand cannon. Lightsaber. Durasteel spheres. Sasori body armor and two blaster pistols. Also a different haircut and outfit to look more like a fringer.

The ship settled down on the landing supports and settled down in relief, hissing noises echoing through the hull. He strode out, making sure to lock it down as much as possible and then some. Here be pirates, after all.

Time to secure the codes for the mothership. Those would be in computer systems, probably ship databank registries. Hopefully anyways. Those would be in the command center, more than likely. He'd have to get going to secure them before they deleted everything.

 

[Garza]

Location: Space - AT-360
Objective: #2 Capture the Pirate Commander before he escapes in his fighter.

Taking that huge leap was worth it, because I was about ten meters away from the shields when the fighting started to happen. My droid body slinking through the empty hangar bay. You see, while the others were heading for one that all the ships were in, I was heading towards ones that would likely not be used.

Reason? Well why would a commander want to have his troops see him escaping while they are dying left and right? My point.

My thrusters sending me forward and as soon as I came through the shields, I increased in speed as gravity was increased to be artificial. I smiled as I flipped myself over and fell to my knees. Sliding along, I used the spikes stored within my feet to eject and stab into the ground. Dramatically slowing my sliding, I used my hands for stability as my fingers dug into the panels on the ground. The tungsten fingertips breaking through the durasteel and stopping myself.

Looking at the trail of ripped up metal in my wake, I smiled brightly as I stood up. Letting the spikes retract, and my hands be pulled out of the floor. Pulling up my blaster rifle, I then walked towards the doors, hoping to almost walk right through the space station to the man himself. Seeing as how all the men would be gearing up for a battle.

However, as I was about to touch the pad for the door, it opened revealing a group of seven men.

"Hello boys."

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ark Tallen"] @Jaster of clan Awaud [member="Wanderer EXO"] [member="Veino Garn"]

Objective 1: Secure the command center at the center of the station to disable automated defenses and control incoming ships.

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"It was!" Vassara roared over the hissing of the smoke. Silas took up the rear and in seconds they were moving, striking out down the hall for the command center. Pirates jumped to and fro attempting to block their path but it was no use. Vassara fire again and again, walking tall through the melee as blaster bolts soared all about the hall. Their sudden surprise had confused and disoriented the crews.

"Push in!"

BOOM!

Another pirate was flattened against the bulkhead, his chest ripped open by the pure power of the shotguns slug. They were closing on the command center now, twenty meters to go.

That was when she felt it. A sudden surge of pain that lanced her shoulder, blossoming into fire and agony. The blaster bolt had hit home, cutting through her armor and searing the fabric of her clothing to her flesh. Vassara flinched, falling into the bulkhead from the sheer force of the blast. Her teeth were gritted as she pumped the trigger once more.

But nothing happened.

"Frak I'm out, cover me!"

Trembling hands reloaded the shells as her strength began to fail...

 

[Ark Tallen]

Ark watched as his companion was shot down, and blaster fire roared through the hall. Silas covered her, but one man wasn't enough. Ark couldn't just let this happen, after all, Vassara did help him out a few times.

"Awe frak. Well, time to repay for tatooine" Ark muttered under his breath.

Unsheathing the twin suns, he put together another unorthodox plan. Couldn't be too hard, just took some luck was all. Letting out one last breath, as if it was his last, Ark turned the corner with his plan in effect.

The pirates rained down blaster fire, but only one of them heard the faint noise of metal clinking.

"Grenade!" One of them screamed. All of them ducking behind cover of some sort, it only took them a few seconds to realize that there was no explosion. a dud.

"Hah! Pathetic!" One of them laughed out like a jackal, peeking his head over cover to see his amature foe. It was at that point that an unusual dark orange blast pinpointed his forehead, sending him flying.

Ark sttod with one blaster out, smoke rising from the barrel. The other pirates noted the death of their friend, all rising out of their cover with anger in their hearts, getting ready for a hell wave of blaster fire to rain on the intruders.

None of them even took the. Chance to realize that Ark never through a grenade, he there a thermal detenator. All at once with the push of a button, Arks ears where ringing and the ground shook, but the pirate posse was no more.

"Wow.... It worked!" Ark exclaimed "you okay sister? He looked down at his wounded friend. Pulling out a syring from his coat.

"this was intended for me but.. I think you could use it" Ark handed her his emergency kit.

[member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

"Sir, the 'Way' is under serious damage and request to fall back for repairs and reengage the enemy." Said one of the battle masters.

The 'Way' was one of the Corvetts that Jaster had brough. They were anti fighter capital ships, not siege ships. They were also good at destroying turrets as they were now. "If we had one more cruiser," Jaster said under his breath," Roger that son, tell them to fall back and repair weapons and sheilds, all other systems can be ignored."

Jaster turned back to the maps, "we need to get fighters to cut off all energy to other hanger bays," Jaster studdied the maps provided by the captured pirate. All electricity to hanger sheilds were running out of engineering, "Tell Captin De'sire to storm the engineering and support all units attacking the Pirates, it's is a capture and seize mission, do not harm anything that is of vital importance to this station at a later date, send it now!" Jaster yelled. He turned to the comm officer and proceeded with

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Captain De'sire

"Move you little Chits," he yelled at the men to move farward and advance tword the Pirates, "For the Admiral!!" He yelled. Running tword cover behind storage crates he sat next to his radio operator who relayed the message From command. "So they want me to go on a stroll huh," De'sire smiled under his armored hemet, "ok, fine by me."

He gestured to his men to split up into platoons of 300 men, one team follows him, the other protects the ships, and the rest help the smugglers with there mission. "Any questions bring it up with customer service, now move."

He ran past most of the Pirates in the hanger bay and broke the council so no enemy's followed tword the engineering section. His men slip up into squads to clear out the hallways of Pirates. Easy for hardened security troopers, but outside the engineering room sentries set up along with heavy weapons were placed outside there. "Looks like the Commander is still on the ship somewhere if he wants the power up so bad, relay that to command," De'sire was itching for a fight.

 

[Garza]

Location: Space Station - sticky situations
Objective: #2 Capture the Pirate Commander before he escapes in his fighter.

As soon as I spoke to the group of men, I already moved into action. My left hand flinging towards the first man. Hand open and flat, I Karate Chopped his neck hard enough to hear snap sounds. Everything seemed to slow down as my brain was calculating everything that was happening at speeds that could rival a supercomputer. Only it was stored within my head. Technology these days.

The closer ones tried to come up and handle me, while the back ones were pulling out weapons. They were trained somewhat. However, they were not acting fast enough as I had already sent my foot up into the crotch of the nearest man. Hearing cracks and snaps, I let my foot fall as he was crumpling to the ground, My left foot left the air very quickly to swing around the man who was coming at me. Slamming my foot into his chest, the spikes shot out from my feet. Piercing his chest as I pushed down. Lifting up my rifle, I pressed it right up to the fourth man.

Pulling the trigger and holding it as it fired a hole right through the man in two shots and then fired another four into the man behind him. Two more left. My spikes being pulled out from the man's chest, I pushed the guy whos skin was now melting onto the barrel of my blaster rifle, I felt a blast hit my arm. The physical impact jarred my left arm away from my rifle, and the black mark left behind would hurt even more if there was another shot. However, there was none.

My own blaster rifle was used much like in the fashion of pistol whipping a person, only with the barrel of the rifle. Smacking the guy in the face hard. And then bringing my rifle up and slamming it into the chest of the last man. I sent him sprawling. He landed on the floor dazed as I let my rifle fall. However, it didn't hit the ground as the sling on it let it smack into my chest. Reaching down with both hands, I picked the man up and slammed him against the wall.

"Tell me where your commander is. I may not feel pain, but I know you can fleshling."

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ark Tallen"] @Jaster of clan Awaud [member="Wanderer EXO"] [member="Veino Garn"]

Objective 1: Secure the command center at the center of the station to disable automated defenses and control incoming ships.

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Vassara took the med pack, quickly administering a spray can of bacta to the site of the wound and slapping a bandage over it. The adhesive stuck, cooling the raging skin and numbing the pain. Her arm was mobile, and working though less than optimal.

Gingerly she wrapped her fingers back around the Shotgun, raising an eyebrow.

"Whooly Frak new blood, you got talent!" Silas roared, a hearty laugh escaping the grizzled vet.

"No Osik, nice work there Mr.Tallen, we might make a proper spacer out of you yet."

Vassaras eyes quickly counted the bodies, taking in the carnage. There was a massive hole in the floor and some of the bulkheads had chunks taken from them. Ahead she could see the destroyed looking frame of a door.

"Looks like your twenty up, that door, C4, us, equals boom!"

Silas moved forwards pressing two blocks of the gooey gray explosive on the frame. Vassara leaned back on the bulkhead a little ways away, loading a fresh volley of rounds in the shotguns breech.

"This Raxis to all teams, we're about to breach the bridge, update your locations,over."

 

[Ark Tallen]

Ark shivered with awe. The display of his havoc wrought in the name of his new friend. He couldn't do that again if he tried, yet that made the situation all that much better. click went his blaster as a clip fell out of it, and he replaced it with a new one. Taking one last look at the carnage, he moved on to rejoin.

"Honestly I didn't expect that to work. But you owe me now sister!" He boasted with a laugh.

Silas placed some sort explosive on the door, and Ark hid around the corner, feeling slightly more confident in his skills. The bridge was beyond this door, and Ark felt as if this was far from over. His new coat already had a burn mark on it, but it was a story to tell he supposed.

Now all Ark needed was some whiskey.

[member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[Ryan]

Location: Aboard the station
Exact Local: The Mess Hall
Friends: [member="Balkar Din"] [member="Khrad"] [member="Tiktok The Cook"] [member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Ombo"] & Pirates
not friends: All the intruders

*BOOOOOM* *BANG!!!* *CAPOWW*PEW PEW PEW!!!!

Yeah, the sound of battle echoed through out the space station and more importantly into the Mess Hall where the Drea's Revenge crew had been stuffing their face with food and liquids of all sorts. Captain Serg Leone had sat at the head of the table, his feat rested comfortable upon the surface of the table itself. He wore his signature green greatcoat that was held closed with golden buttons and the duo nerf hide weapon utility belt that wrapped about just above his hips. The holsters themselves homed two custom DL-44 blasters in cross draw placement. With his feet up one could see the Corellian blood strips that piped down the outer seams of his beige military trousers that tucked into combat boots and shin/knee guards.

The Captain sighed with inconvenience to the ruckus. His crystal blue eyes would focus upon his loyal crew that were all present at the table as if he could pierce into their souls. Actually there was no need to do such for there was only one action to take in such a situation. "Well me hearties! It be time to leave!" His voice would calmly relay his demands. The pirate would skull the remnant of his rum filled mug and rise to his feet, adjusting his belt and coat as he did so.

"Back to the Drea!" Serg would sound the retreat as he cross drew both his heavy blasters and stoicly made his way to the Mess's main entrance. They needed to make their way to the hangar and that was where most of the violence seemed to be coming from. "I swear by all 9 hells of corellia that if She be harmed their be mass murder in the works this day" He would snarl to any those that were around to hear it. Serg loved that ship more then anything in this galaxy.

"Alright you scallywags.... Follow me!!!" He order just as he twisted out into the hallway, both pistols up at the ready in a veteran gunslingers pose. Serg would take point. Was just who he was, would not give orders to his crew that he would not follow himself.

 

[Ombo]

Location: Kathlan station Mess Hall
Objective: Choking down Tiktok's latest dish
Friends: [member="Serg Leone"], [member="Tiktok The Cook"] [member="Balkar Din"] [member="Khrad"] [member="Werdla Dardalab"]
Not Friends: anyone not on the crew (maybe Tiktok)
Current Mood: Foul
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Ombo was choking down Tiktok's latest concoction when he heard the sound of blaster fire from somewhere in the station. He was almost thankful for the excitement. First, it provided an excuse to stop eating. Second, it was a nice a refresher after the recent lull of action. Based on his previous experiences with the crew, he and the captain would be doing the majority of the fighting. He slid his fira into their sheathes and pulled out his trident as he darted towards the source of the fire.

Because of the nature of his fighting style, Ombo always saw the most combat. He was essentially bringing a knife to a gunfight, except instead of a knife he had 2 fira and a trident. Similar to the old proverb, however, he was usually outmatched in terms of sheer firepower. He had even more of a stuggle fighting in open spaces. However, the closed quarters of a space station corridor provided the perfect place for him to fight. Not only did this make his weapons much more effective, but it allowed him to use the sticky bottoms of his feet to run up walls and even run on the ceiling. It also allowed him to use the cortosis fira to absorb blaster shots much better.

Knowing his captain, he chose to remain behind him, at least for the time being. Once the actual fight broke out, he would be the foremost fighter. However, he had to first wait for the remainder of the crew to catch up