The Finding of Kathlan Station

[Nej Tane]

Location: The Revenge
Objective: Do the things that bossman said done do did
Allies: Revenge Crew
Enemies: Not them


Nej was set to both task and purpose. He clicked his teeth, and went back down. And went to work. He was diverting power to anywhere that didn't need it. Medical, personal rooms, the kitchen, showers, lights in most of the ship- all was put forth to the shields that could be spared. Anything else, and the ship wouldn't have enough power to lift off, even slightly power a leftover in the microwave. Nej pulled with all his mighty on the auxiliary power lever, forcing more power to the shields.


He smacked it, happily. He did a good job! He didn't want to run up, he figured that maybe he should stay near the engines, in case anything went wrong. Nej yelled through the small hatch, which, given the nature and lack of sound inside the ship, meant that [member="Serg Leone"] could hear him.


"POWERS UP SIR!"

 

[Tiktok The Cook]

It was a strange sensation, his mind wondered about all lost and confused as the big fury beast carried him. He couldn't remember what had happened, maybe he had been eating to many mushrooms. He felt the thud of the floor and started to think about what had happened, he remembered the first thing he did was take a bite out of someone and leave a present for them. Tiktok was all but helpless with his greasy little paws unable to move and his body in complete bad time. It was all of the sudden like a tingle on the back of his neck that just wouldn't go away that he realised something was wrong, his kitchen was in danger. How could he make good nutritious for the crew if his kitchen was in danger. Then stun seemed to disipate all at once as the mangy little ewok jumped up with his lady in hand, he ran by the fish man to see him eating something and knew it had to be his good nutritious getting the taste of bad nutritious station food out of his mouth.

He rushed into his kitchen and found the power was gone, Tiktok had just mauled the last mechanic and now the new one was stopping the good nutritious. The mangy little mongrel growled as he went towards the mechanic rooms, places of bad nutritious. He turned the corner and saw the new mechanic [member="Nej Tane"] and let out a war yelp as the rabid little space weasel lept at him a ball of greasy, matted, soiled funk trying to maul him with gusto!

 

[Nej Tane]

Nej saw the most disgusting, smelly, ugly little Ewok coming at him, and proceeded to shut the hatch as quickly as he could, avoiding the rapid near-mauling of [member="Tiktok The Cook"]. He locked the hatch behind him and turned on the light in the mechanic's area.


"I'm gonna you to kingdom come if you come down here with that! I don't have time to be mauled!"

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Tyranus Collik"]

Jaster was surprised that this person could speak mando to him. Unfortunately he had other things on his mind such as killing the pirate commander of the station. He responded, "No, [member="Vassara Raxis"] is not our commander nor is she our comrade, we respect the code of first assault, she picks her allies and gets first pick of the plunder. This is the Mandilorian way and we stick to it," he looked the man in his eyes, "count yourself lucky, I'm not in a good enough mood to argue with first boots on the ground."

Jaster turned to assault with his comrades of Mandilorian Marines. He had been swindled by these Pirates and they had stollen all his medical supplies and destroyed to transports. He was not goin to let that slide freely, nor were his comerades. They left the mercenaries and Pirates get back to there ship as he and his men rushed to the main hanger to deal with his true enemy.

 

[Tyranus]

@Jaster of clan Awaud
Yeah, sorry about that.....

Tyranus said as he and his small group of mercenaries rushed to the central hanger to reach their larger group of mercenaries. Tyranus put his helmet back on his head but in the process, a mandalorion symbol tattoo was in view on his neck until he put his helmet back on. Tyranus was about to say something but he stopped himself. He tried anyways to see what Clan Jaster was in.

So..what...clan are you from? I'm from clan Fett but....I never knew any mandalorions until today.

 

[RC 212]

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

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Location: Control Center​

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Objective: Seal the deal!​

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The battle had raged on for hours now. Outside in the deep black void, the pirate crews were dying en masse. Several had escaped and the landscapes of the stars was littered with bodies and crystallized crimson. The debris of hundreds of vessels being torn asunder floated this way and that like burning stars.

Vassara tapped another few keys and suddenly found the main controls for the airlocks. Sergs crew was well on its way now. Ark, Silas and herself had firm command of the stations controls. Engineering had been cut off and disabled. The Deck Cannons were still beating their steady fusillades of war against the unlucky stragglers.

What pockets of resistance remained were now in the central hangar, and the Pirate Captain of this station had fled. Despite the loss his ship was now theirs, and his station too.

"Looks like the fights dying down now."

"Indeed, just one more finishing move."

Vassara keyed in the backup engineering controls and wide split adorned her face.

"Standbye for decompression in all sections but the hangar and here."

She had been actively tracking where her people were and confident she had every section where allies remained tagged and excluded.

"Say bye bye pirate scum!"

BEEP!

WHOOSH

The station was shook hard by the blast of decompressing air as airlocks across the place flew wide open. Screaming pirates and debris was launched into the void. A steady trail of bodies, broken ships and destroyed flotsam streamed out from the station like a sunflowers roots setting into soil.

Vassara keyed the comms, opening a line to her allies.

"Congratulations gentlemen, the station is ours! Now go raid the armouries, see what you can find!"

With that she hit the button again, resealing the station. All was dead silent...

 

[Tyranus]

[member="Vassara Raxis"]
Got it

Tyranus and his small separate group of mercenaries went for the armories beside the central hanger. He got his lightsaber out once he found out that the door wouldn't budge. He stabbed the lightsaber into the control console for the door and then the door opened up revealing a amass of weaponry, armor and other supplies.

Take whatever you can carry boys, then take it back to the ship.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Tyranus Collik"]

Upon further inspection Tyrannus Collik would find a single Void Ripper Revolver.

Congrats on your prize!

 

[Jaster Awaud]

"You heard her boys," Jaster looked at his men as they gathered in the hanger bay, "take as much as the transport can carry, we move out to Monestary in 12 hrs."

Jaster walked to his make up command center. He walked over to the long distance radio, "[member="Vassara Raxis"], this is Jaster Awaud, my men and me will be taking the medical supplies these Pirates have taken from us, you ever need assistance from the Healer Guild, give us a call." He dropped the connection to the radio, turned to his men and held his vibro blade above his head and yelled. His men yelled in return.

 

[RC 212]

@Jaster of clan Awaud

One of Jasters men stumbled upon a crate marked with strange writing. He gave it to the commander to open and walked away. Now Jaster had the crate in his hands.

 

[Tyranus]

[member="Vassara Raxis"] ( Man that is so Cool )
Tyranus grabs the Void ripper and then examines it for a minute before putting it into a empty holster on his thigh. Near the void ripper he also finds a couple crates of ammunition and he carries it to a cargo ship from his star-destroyer. His men continue to search the armory sending some to the ship while keeping some their for others. Tyranus walks around the armory and then he stumbles upon a large jagged combat knife. He picks it up with his right hand, the smooth and cold rubber sending shivers down his arm, he puts it in a second knife holster and then he leaves the room while his men continue to scavenge the room. He takes off his helmet and sits with his back against the landed cargo ship waiting for it to go off. Tyranus wipes some beads of sweat off of his brow before taking a deep breath. Man, this was some day to remember.

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino grinned and tapped the computer once he eventually gets access to the databanks for the codes and then a warning flashed to him through the Force moments before the station depressurized. Moving without even realizing it, he flung himself to the nearest escape pod and slammed the hatch shut as everything around him emptied, wind screaming by, carrying bodies and loose debris along with it. He leaned back against the escape pod seat, breathing in and out. That was close. But what did it mean? Did they have control of the station then?

He waited until the station had repressurized and then stepped back out, gingerly waiting to get sucked into the void of space. It didn't happen. He let out a sigh of relief and started trekking through the debris back towards his ship. Assuming it was still present. He had put the magnetic lock on, hadn't he? He couldn't quite remember.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Vassara Raxis"]

Jaster and his men scavenge through the rooms through the station. Many of the medical supplies were recovered by the Mandilorian Marines. They continued to search through the scrap hole the previous owners called home to fine more medical supplies and weapons of faulty design. What most of the troops where interested in where the scraps that could sell a good price on the market and ship parts. What cought Jaster eye was the few remain pirate ships that were left behind and unharmed, the others could be scrapped. Then one of Jaster men handed him a box, they said it came from the captions quarters.

Jaster looked very courious, but the only reason his men gave him the box was because it could be boobytrapped. Jaster didn't care, he opened the box to only find a Datapad. Looking at it closer he was amazed, it was a transfer account for all the Pirates money they had collected from their previous sell. An estaminet of the sheer money was rounded to 5 million credits.

Jaster knew he couldn't keep this to himself, first boot must decide. He opened the radio to [member="Vassara Raxis"], "Ma'am, my men and I found something you might wana take a look at, as respect for your contribution to the battle, this object of interest belongs to you until you decide who gets the portions." Jaster cringed at letting all that money go, but his honor demanded it.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Veino Garn"]

Upon closer inspection of the room Veino would find a Void Ripper Revolver.

[member="Jaster of clan Awaud "]

Jaster would see that the box had a hidden compartment below the simple datapad. If he pressed down on it he would discover a Void Ripper Revolver.

Vassara opened the Comms to Jaster, elated with the news.

"Roger that buddy. We can split it, you take half, My crew will take the other. Pleasure doing business with you. I'm sure we will call you at some point!"

 

[Tyranus]

[member="Vassara Raxis"]
Tyranus I have urgent news

Tyranus stands up quickly in response and answers the comma. The tone of his voice a bit more frightened but a little cheerful as he awaited the news.

Yes Admiral what is........

He managed before he saw a few pirate corvettes crash into his second Star-destroyer, the Drunken Horsemen. He ran to the edge of the hanger to see what was happening from a clearer angle. Pieces of debris and armor flew off of the ship and most flew off into space while a few others flew into the station.

Sorry, Vassara, I........have urgent news to attend to immediately just look outside the station to see.

Tyranus climbed onto a captured pirate frigate along with a group of his men and then the ship lifted off from the ground and went towards the burning and greatly damaged Star-Destroyer. The frigate stops by the ship as his men put on space suits and protective gear to check out the station. Tyranus also put on some gear and went out of the frigate to see the damage along with his men. Their were large openings in the Star-Destroyer with raging fires inside of the ship and many bodies floated outside of the ship, most seemed to be of the crew of the ship but a few seemed like pirate bodies. He flew into a large opening in the bridge and walked through the ship carefully. He continued walking through the ship taking careful steps through it, he saw many dead bodies in they ship and then flew out of the ship while a few of his men stayed at the destroyed ship.

 

[Ryan]

Location: Aboard the Drea's Revenge (Still in the hangar)
Friends:

Spoiler

• [member="Valkresh"]
• [member="Ombo"]
• [member="Khrad"]
• [member="Tiktok The Cook"]
• [member="Werdla Dardalab"]
• [member="Zandra Tal'verda"]
• [member="Nej Tane"]

Foe: Everyone Else that gets in our way of leaving @Jaster of clan Awaud
Objective: Bug OUT

All were aboard and now it was time to bug out. The wounded Pirate Captain remotely closed the loading hamp and once his screen showed all green for takeoff he throttled up. The Drea's Revenge would lift off the durasteel hangar floor with its repulsor jets and then the Ion engines would hum to full life, shooting the ship out of the hangar and into open space. Well, some what open as there was a fleet besieging the station.

"BUCKLE UP ME HEARTIES! DIS COULD BE A ROUGH RIDE!" Serg would relay loudly over the intercom to the rest of the crew members. Even though there was a peace accord made there was no point in letting one's guard down. As proven only moments ago this force was not well diciplined nore were they profiecient in their communication skills. "Nej I want all power to shields, leave life support and flght control."

They would not need their weapons now, a Light frieghter against a armada would be a flee against a windshield. But his deflector shields could take a beating and that would be enough to buy him time to to get astrogation calculated for hyperjump. Serg held the control yoke with his right had while his left began to rapidily dance on the command consol. The ships computer would do most of the work but some of the plotting still needed to be handled manually. Things would of been faster if he had a second mate on the bridge at that moment but he was experienced enough to multi task.

It just going to take a few more moments...........

 

[Nej Tane]

Location: Aboard Drea's Revenge
Foe: Everyone
Friend: [member="Serg Leone"] [member="Valkresh"] [member="Ombo"] Khrad [member="Tiktok The Cook"] @Werdia Dardalab [member="Zandra Tal'verda"]



Nej did as he was commanded, finding things here and there that he could successfully remove to help power the shields. He struggled to turn some of the gears and levers, as they were designed to make sure that they weren't turned off accidentally- or even easily. However, after a few moments, the weight collapsed, and Nej had successfully transferred every bit of power to the shields, leaving only the life supports and flight controls. It became dark, as only the console and chemical emergency lights activated.


He wiped his brow of sweat, waiting for the captain to get them the hell out of here.