The Raven Who Stole Christmas [Invasion of Barab I - Red Ravens vs Black Suns ]

[Darth Banshee]

Location: Objective 1 Space Station
Allies: Black suns [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Rayl Wilded"] [member="Mr. Ash"]
Enemies: Red Ravens [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="Xalus"] [member="Keanu Shan"] [member="Ice"] [member="Adenn Gra'tua"] [member="Logan White Devil Rê"] [member="Asteria Starcatcher"]
Objective: Defend the space station

She was still on her shuttle in the hanger, when the she heard reports of station being boarded. She decide it was worth, lending them hand after all she hoped to ally herself with them. She sent a open link to the main invading force, Hello this is Sabrina Kotass, may I ask that you leave my ship alone during your attack on this facility. As I am here for business negotiations only. Also if you do not reply to this holo message, I will presume you are going to view me with hostile intent. She then reached out with the force trying to see who was who on the ship. This was she could figure out, who she might need to attack.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Location: Objective 2, Underground city streets
Allies: Red Ravens [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]
Enemies: Black Suns [member="Sabrina Kotass"] [member="Mr. Ash"]
Objective: Capture the flag

As Cryax was almost done thwarting enemy slicers who were frantically trying to jam the Ravens commlinks, he was hit with another message coming through the CryptNet. This one an urgent encrypted missive from one of Lysle Rigger's alias'.

"Cryax, we've got Mr. Ash in our systems. How did he get in? Never mind that, actually, just get him out."

Cryax let his bot program take care of the planetside slicers and moved to mobilize the threat in the Cryptnet system. How were all these Black Suns able to send messages over their encrypted network? Perhaps there was a memory leak that needed plugging. Cryax had written many of the new Cryptnet safeguards himself and they were some of the galaxy's hardest to crack so he was perplexed.

Engrossed in his work, the Chiss went deep into the Cryptnet looking for the leak. It wouldn't be long before it was plugged. Then the Suns tongues would be cut out.

 

[Ice]

Location: Objective 2
Allies: Red Ravens
Enemies: Black Suns
Objective: Capture the flag

Ice had been down on the ground waiting for the others for a while, when he heard Paydon's comment. With a smirk, he looked back up toward her position. "Well, get your butt on down here already and we can get to work killin' some Suns." He finished with a soft chuckle, his tone obviously playful, and not annoyed. Though he certainly didn't mind the view from his position. His message then broadcast to the rest of the team. "All of you, hurry on up. And keep quiet. We're in the enemies backyard now." He walked over to where Cryax and Ana were, but not to closely. Instead he preferred to ghost in the shadows where they would help his camo keep him concealed.

While standing there scanning the area, he heard the sudden tell tale sound of rockets. But only for a second or two. So it wasn't munitions. More than likely it was a jet pack or something similar. "Psst! We got company in bound. Still a ways off from the sound of it. But they know we're here. We need to move now!" He said quietly but with a sudden deadly seriousness in his tone.

[SIZE=14.4444446563721px][member="Paydon"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [/SIZE][SIZE=14.4444446563721px][member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Strider Garon"][/SIZE][SIZE=14.4444446563721px] and all others i missed cuz your names aren't on the current page to easily tag [/SIZE]

 

[Nei Laa]

Location: Esfandia-Class Carrier Corvette
Allies: Red Raven: [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Raven Avachei"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Ice"] [member="Tahl Edrel"]
Enemies: Black Sun
Objective: Drill down into the underground city and take control of the Mining Companies office building. Oh, and shoot someone.

The prospect of getting a free drink took Nei's mind off of the fact that her EVA suit was irritating. Even so, she stayed near the back of the group. Don't wanna get shot first, she grumbled.

The emotions of her companions were so thick that she could sense them through the fabric. Raven was still scared, the Chiss was excited -- though that changed to irritation with the ping of his datapad -- as well as Tahl. One thing that was distracting her, though, was the blonde human's concern over Cryax. So, taking matters into her own hands, Nei sidled up to Ana and asked gruffly, "Oi. Blondie. That Chiss boy your foh?" She nodded her head in the direction of the slicer. "I can feel your worry through this clunky fabric. It's distracting -- get your head into the game."

Realizing that that wasn't exactly the best way to phrase it -- Nei never could get the hang of pep talks -- she added quickly, "Er, if you be distracted, your man is more likely to be a target. Focus on mission, and he be as safe as can be."

 

[Cortana Jade]

Location: Objective 2
Allies: [member="Ice"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] [member="Nei Laa"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Keira Ticon"]
Enemies: Black Suns
Objective: Capture the flag

She raised an eyebrow, and shrugged her shoulders at Ice's comment, didn't have to tell her twice, so she walked down the last couple of steps of the ramp. She wasn't as eager for the killing part, as much as she craved the excitement. On her way down she saw the nautolan woman, known as Nei, pretty much trying to talk some since into the pretty lady who seemed to be in "cahoots" with Cryax, it made her lips pout up just a little as it took her by surprised, she certainly felt the aggressiveness.

She whispered, "Enemies backyard hm? Don't you guys just get a rush of the adrenaline pumping." She said smirking.

She thought to herself, company? Hmm, either someone trying to flank them, or break em all apart. Not one man would be stupid enough to attack on his own. Their was a motive for everything, as much as she was capable, she wasn't suited for open battle; mainly because she was lazy at times. Though she was more than ready, she was sure she was gonna find a hunk clad in metal sprinting, possibly flying, across the battlefield at Any moment now.

She crouched down near the other, though scoping out the building from her own position. There had to be some way for her to get in. "Well, he is right, being on the move does sound like a grand idea, though hopefully were not the targets of snipers at this moment...those guys can be pretty tricky." She said chuckling under her breath a little.

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Main road heading towards Cryax & company.
Enemies: Red Ravens; [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Paydon"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Ice"] [member="Nei Laa"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Tahl Edrel"] [member="Choden Yonten"]
Allies: Black Suns; [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Ariella"] [member="Ordan Vosk"] [member="Flora Burn"]
Mission: Objective II

Strider's sensors were picking up a lot of chitter chatter north east of his current position. "Amateurs!" He hissed to himself as he was about to advance to his next bit of cover, that was when the insubordinate Black Sun operative approached him. Strider was not pleased but he was also not in command here. As easy as it was to be just a grunt, he also had a point of being in command and being obeyed. Had to remind himself this was not his war, he was just being paid to fight it.

The Mandalorian would raise his index finger to where his lips would be on his helmet's T visor, signaling Flora to be silent. He would then draw a flat hand across his neck to alarm the black sun soldier that there was danger in the area and pointed towards the direction he heard the voices. He had to use such signals with Flora because she did not have a combat helmet that aided in privacy.

(("Betna!")) Garon would comm his fellow mandalorian with in the confines of his helmet and non audible from the outside (("Possible contact, North east of my position. Happy hunting!"))

Strider then signaled to Flora that he was moving up to the next cover. Pressing a button on his belt Strider would rapidly hustle in the open towards another abandon speeder, Still on the main drag. He was in the open, a place he did not like with a female soldier he barely knew on his six.

 

[Ice]

Location: Objective 2
Allies: Red Ravens - [member="Keira Ticon"][SIZE=14.4444446563721px] | [/SIZE][SIZE=14.4444446563721px][member="Nei Laa"] | [/SIZE][SIZE=14.4444446563721px][member="Paydon"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] | [member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Asteria Starcatcher"] | [/SIZE][SIZE=14.4444446563721px][member="Calo Xenrus"] | [/SIZE][SIZE=14.4444446563721px][member="Raven Avachei"] | [member="Tahl Edrel"][/SIZE]
Enemies: Black Suns - [SIZE=14.4444446563721px][member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Strider Garon"] | [member="Flora Burn"] | [member="Ariella"] | [member="Ordan Vosk"][/SIZE]
Objective: Capture the flag

While he waited for Keira[SIZE=14.4444446563721px], his partner in the group, he couldn't help but smile at the two other ladies. Nei was a bit rough around the edges sure. But he liked her spirit. Focused, determined, on the ball. Likewise with Paydon. Though she was a bit more his speed with attitude. It was always energizing when you had people going with you ready and eager for the fight. Not necessarily the killing, but more so just for the thrill of it. It was energizing. He himself was always a little nervous with battle. But that was a good thing. Being nervous kept you sharp, on edge, and ready for whatever came.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.4444446563721px]His sense of danger was beginning to give him alarm. Ice didn't know he was force sensitive. He had always just assumed he was lucky. Whatever it was, he could feel the enemy getting closer. And he did not want to still be there when the welcoming party arrived. With a whisper, he said. "I'm moving out. Cryax, if you wish to stay here and slice. I suggest at least moving to a more defensible position. I'll try and cover you while you play with their systems. I need two people with me. We'll set up flanking positions, essentually using Cryax and Ana as bait....no offense guys." He said casually but with an unseen smile behind his helmet. "If they want to come to us, we'll be waiting for them. I'm going silent. So if anyone needs to talk to me, use a secured channel, because I won't be able to hear you unless you are right next to me." [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.4444446563721px]With that, he activated his sheer silence device and ghosted his way away from the group, using the cover of the buildings to shield his movements from any lookouts or snipers above. Eventually he found a nice dark corner and nestled into it, the shadows only aiding the effect his active camo armor gave him. He couldn't see nearly the whole complex. Not by a long shot. But he did have a rather perfect view over the area where Cryax and Anastasia were currently holed up. Clicking in a clip of incendiary rounds, he hoped to melt his way through any harden targets if his particle beam couldn't for some reason punch through.[/SIZE]

 

[The Upright Man]

Location: Station - Approaching bridge
Allies: [member="Reverance"]
Enemies: [member="Mr. Ash"]
Objective: Execute warrant for Mr. Ash's capture
Equipment: (1) DXR-2, (2) ECD, (2) MT-14, (2) V-1, (Armor) II/H, (Gloves) Crushgaunt.
Theme: Hunger of the Pine


The Mandalorian thundered down an undisclosed corridor. The gravity generators were down, but reserves were activated. The station had been turned into swiss cheese, with enough holes to make an ants nest. Plenty walkways, maintenance corridors, boiler rooms and general locals were exposed to vacuum, but not everything. The reserves were maintaining gravity in various portions of the ship, but not where Julian Solo was. Droids floated lifelessly, and non-combat personnel who had not been evicted, and neither did they have environmental-suits, were among the droids. They drifted silently, and all Julian could hear over his audio relay was the sound of metal as it churned in the distance. The Ravens were burrowing tremendous holes through the station, and even from his distance he could feel the reverberations that travelled throughout the station.

Julian Solo had gotten around lately through the galactic scene. Ever since the attempted kidnapping of the Republic senator was butchered by two Jedi, he was disbanded from the Bounty Hunters Guild. Apparently not everyone was equal game, but there were those out in the fringes of the galaxy, birds that whispered upon the divine winds of the hyperlanes, those who simply did not care who you killed, and they were willing to pay you for it. People called them jumpstarts, but who wasn't. Everyone started somewhere, and it only showed the self-conceit in those that thought them bugs beneath their feet. He had seen their planets, and while they sucked some planets bone dry for their minerals, those that weren't were quite extravagantly rampant with corruption. And where there was corruption, there were jobs to be done.

His magnetic boots strapped him firmly to the 'floor' of the station, forcing him to gently shove aside the corpses that floated in his way. Every now and again he would hear the odd thumping of a droids bipedal footsteps, metal crunching down on metal, he would unholster his DXR-2 and shoot off a beam of energy that turned the droid into dust, but he preferred a weapon that could turn it into molten slag. He noted to invest in some plasma weaponry. When he wasn't as quick on the draw, his inbuilt modified Echani Mk 2 combat shields would absorb the lethal blaster fire, giving him enough time to fire off in return. Ultimately, he was alone as he wandered away from the primary source of fighting that seemed to be dragging ever close to the engine room. His eyes diverted to the HUD within his sight, measuring the oxygen levels he had within his suit. Plenty of time to complete this operation, he thought.

The defences were becoming thicker as he found himself coming across droids on reconnaissance and search and destroy designations more frequently. He could only assume he was nearing the bridge. He rounded a new corner, avoiding a recon picket. A symbol was sprayed onto the metallic wall, but the smeared blood of a poor sod who hadn't been wearing an enviro-suit when exposed to vacuum was smothering the sign. He rubbed his forearm onto the blood and forced it aside, small droplets of it glided away, twirling endlessly until it collided with another body or debris. He read the sign, [Bridge ->]. He turned about, thumbing the blast doors to close, but they jammed and retracted. Damn, I should have known, he thought. The moment any ship was exposed to vacuum, all blast doors would seal, but if this sector of the ship was exposed to vacuum, it was because a blast door had not closed.

Julian Solo had no choice but to engage the Hutt Legionnaire droids on patrol, he unholstered his twin MT-14 heavy blaster pistols and holstered them upwards, placing his back firmly against the edge of the corner. He took a moment of silence to relax his heart that roared with the spree of a race horse. He took in a breath and turned the corner, raising his pistols. The Multi-Frequency Targeting Acquisition Systems built into his HUD lined up two clean headshots on the droids, and the added MT-14 computerised interface with scope only aided this. He peered down the barrel of his right pistol, sighting through the scope and aligned the scope into the crosshairs of his MFTAS and shot a bolt, it soared outwards and took the head off the first droid, he was quick to close his right eye and open his left, now peering down his secondary pistol, aligning his scope to the HUDs crosshairs, and he tightened his finger on the trigger. The second droid went down, and he clocked it in at 2.3492 seconds.

He crept stealthily towards the cold droids that began to float upwards, and realised how horrifying they were upon closer inspection, they would have towered over him at nearly seven foot tall, with the bounty hunter being a measly five foot ten, comparatively. He turned from the silent after wrenching the droids grenade launcher out from its grasp, and checking its ammunition, it was down by two shots with three left. Clearly it had found some Ravens and fired on them. Probably killed them too. With the blasters holstered at his waist, he hauled the launcher over his shoulder in relaxation. It was a strange sight to behold. Corpses floating around him, zero gravity encompassing them all, but yet he walked as if he was unaffected thanks to his magnetic boots, and there was an eerie feeling of foreboding that drew around him as he stalked these corridors alone.

He returned to where he had found the sign, and up ahead he glanced a blast door. He kept his distance as he unstrapped one of his two V-1 thermal detonator on his sash, he was careful with the device, as though a mother tending to her firstborn child. He knew better than to be careless with these things lest you wanted to end up vaporised. With a V-1 thermal, he was carrying some serious baggage, ten meters of it to be exact. He stood by the entrance, and performed and underhand throw towards the door. It slammed against the blast door, and its adhesive nature caused it to stick to the metal, and with the ignition primed, the slate-gray shell was about to implode. He crouched behind the corner, bringing the grenade launcher into both his palms. He could hear the beeping grow more intense until there was no sound. He could see the reflection of a great luminescent light that indicated the thermal had just blown itself through the blast door and into the bridge.

 

[Evor]

Location: Making holes with Sigourney
Allies: Red Ravens / One Sith - [member="Sigourney Xanthius"], [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]
Enemies: Black Suns
Objective: I - Take the Station

Logan pursed his lips slightly, quickly growing bored with his task at hand. Lysle had told him and Sigourney to blow a hole all the way through the ship. He was a fighter, a smuggler and a mercenary, not part of a bomb squad. The white light the thermals made when they exploded was only calming for so long before it became agitating. The blinking red light followed by the blinding whiteness had at first brought him some semblance of joy, as if he was truly causing the bones of the ship to melt away as if they were made of butter. But it had been 5 minutes now of throwing thermals into the hole as it slowly increased in size. That was 5 minutes that Lysle and his fellow Red RAvens and Allies and been out there, potentially dying for their cause while he just stood here waiting. He grew more irritated by the minute, his fingers drumming softly on the side of the EVA suit. He cocked his hear toward Sigourney, "We've gotta be getting close to breaching through the other side. Make sure you hold onto something, or you'll get sucked into the void."

He threw another thermal into the hole, waiting as it slowly floated down. He thumbed the detonator right before it hit the bottom of the crater, the red light picking up the blinking speed right as it hit the floor. He turned his head away as the thermal exploded with the all to familiar bright white light. He bit his lip as he looked down into the crater, shaking his head in annoyance. "Still nothing..." He unclipped yet another thermal from his belt, tossing it down after the first one. He thumbed the detonator again and he waited. "Baay Shfat... It's about damned time." He spun around and spoke to Sigourney "It's time we head back to Lysle and give them back up if they need it. We're done here." He took out three more thermals from his belt and threw them onto the wall in various places. He got back to the main hallway as quickly as he could and pressed the button on the detonator for a last time. He nodded toward where Lysle had gone with the rest of the crew and he started in that direction with Sigourney.

 

[Ariella Garon]

Location: Staying put watching to shoot me some little black birds
Enemies: Red Ravens; Keira Ticon Paydon Anastasia Rade Ice Nei Laa Cryax Bane Tahl Edrel Choden Yonten
Allies: Black Suns; Arrbi Betna Ariella Ordan Vosk Flora Burn [SIZE=14.3999996185303px][member="Airal Thamne"] [member="Zandra Fenni"] [/SIZE]
Mission: Objective II

Blinking at this one as she watch him go over the side of the building. That second thinking did he have anything. That when it hit her about him not have any kind of rope. Crazy these mandalrains where. As she went to take up a position. Keeping her head down. Wondering where her other ladies where. Knowing that they would need to know where needed .

"Airal and Zandra I'm sending you up dated information on location of those feather it seem that they like to flock together.", with that she sent all the locations just that they need to get ready. Also having one of her aids bring her some surprise of some of the found that she now how a sortment of different kind of bombs ready to drop of these Ravens like eggs dropping from the sky.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Location: Sniper's nest, company building
Allies: [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Ice"], [member="Keira Ticon"]
Objectives: Kill what appears to be an officer.

He watched carefully, quietly through his scope as Strider moved along. When the man stopped, Betna played the scope up ahead. Sure enough, it was the same group he'd spotted before.

This time, though, he had a much better look. The distortion was there for a few moments, something that took him a second glance to spot, along with the robomutt, and then the two were gone. Looked like the stealth trooper was still around. He was gone too fast for Betna to do much more than mentally shrug, but he could let Strider know.

The others, though, were simple enough to categorize. Soldier chick, some random girl, and a Chiss in a trenchcoat holding a datapad. Betna knew the options here. Soldier chicks weren't his priority, but that Chiss was obviously different, and not just because of his skin color. Sure, he could just be a trenchcoat lover and happened to be checking his holonet account for new messages, but in a place like this, that was doubtful.

He double checked to make sure his rifle was loaded appropriately. Salt and peppered Armor Piercing and AC-RCO rounds in the magazine. First shot would be AP, the next would be anti-coagulant. Nasty punch, lethal followup.

Betna let the crosshairs hang on the Chiss' face and head. Headshots were key in this line of work, though most preferred the easy route of body shots. That trenchcoat might be hiding armor, but with a bare face, there wasn't much flesh could do to stop a bullet. He compensated for the range and bullet drop. He kept an eye on his target and moved with his movements. Heart rate slowed and breath was drawn out. When the two synched together, he waited for the natural pause between both heartbeat and breathing. With a single, slow, smooth pull...

Crack

 

[Flora Burn]

Location: The mining Office
Allies: The Black Suns [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Ariella"] [member="vosk"] [member="Arrbi Betna"]
Enemies: The Red with their own blood ravens [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="ice"]
Objective: Objective 2

She followed the mando keeping her down, and trying not to think of the rum later. She watched him motion, that he was heading for next piece of cover. As he moved out at quite a pace, for an old guy. She covered him with her weapon, it was set for auto. If she used her ammo up too quickly so be it, she had more and was capable of geting more. She kept an eye for any ravens trying to gun at him, so far the was none. Then she could hear the distinct sound sniper round going off, the enemy must be close. It was nearly crunch time, and that was dusting time. She half enjoyed, though the waiting for it made her nervous. As anything could happen just one wrong move, and pow you dead. She waited for the guy into his cover, then she advanced herself. She moved up the other side of main road. So he could her with ease, she trusted mercs as they only got paid as well as their last job. She made it to some cover behind a speeder of description, though it was wrecked and was tight against the floor.

 

[Garza]

Location: Aboard the Ravager, next to the Esfandia-class
Allies:

• Red Raven Allies - [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Anastasia Rade"], @Tahl Eldrel ,
• Sith Allies - [member="Mordecai Zambrano"], [member="Calo Xenrus"], [member="Silara Vantai"],

Unknown: [member="Darth Vornskr"],
Foes: Black Suns
Objective: Drill into the city, seize assets. Objective 2.
Equipment: Jacket, Right Arm, Left arm, Right Thigh, Left waist, Left Waist, Back - Storm only, Left inside boot,

I shook my head as the Sith Lord mentioned that he had relations with the Black suns. I just shook my head. Mordecai Almost blew off his brother like it was nothing, simply telling us that we should be going. As the others left, I smiled staying in the bridge for a bit longer, just so I can relay one last message to the false God-king.

"Go shove a lightsaber up your arse."

​I faked to cut my throat and the transmission was cut. I was done dealing with Vornskr. Walking after the others, I looked to the others gathered in the vong ship. Even with everyone in there, my Akk Wolf could still fit in there. I didn't even have a name for the creature yet. Maybe it would earn it's name during the battle. None the less, as my apprentice drew his lightsaber hilts. I pulled out Dark Angel. Checking that it was loaded, I replaced it to draw my sword, Storm.

"Let us be off."

 

[Reverance]

Location: Aboard the Ship
Allies: Crimson Corvids, [member="Julian Solo"], [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"], [member="Xalus"], [member="Logan White Devil Rê"], [member="Sigourney Xanthius"], [member="Keanu Shan"], [member="Daxton Bane"], a bunch of other hommies
Enemies: Black Suns and them bots, yo. ([member="Mr. Ash"] and maybe [member="Sabrina Kotass"])
Objective: Slice 'em, Dice 'em, stick 'em in a stew (Finding Mr. Ash in his hidey hole).

Green photons compacted and resonated into the beams, shot hard and lasting from the gauntlets, as the Sith Lord painted the art of a perfect circle against the breach door. Emerald shines and sparks blasted outward, turning hard and grey steel metal into orange and red molten drops, solidifying upon birth in cemented goops along his new doorway. What was a Sith Lord to do as his hands idly carved away at the metal? Was he nodding off, taking a moments rest while the body performed an automated task? Was he counting the ways that he would ram the words, spoken across the broadcast, down the gullet of a one [member="Mr. Ash"] . Or was he he reaching out with the force, forecasting changes in the next room that would quickly dictate his next actions? All three, likely, found way into his plan and implementation.

Reduced gravity was still gravity and the circular steel, with a tap of his fist, unhinged from the door and landed in a soft thud against the floor. Caution and prudence led his next step, a crouch and a duck as he stepped over the remains of the door and avoided smacking his helmet against the top. No need in carving out an excessive hole, a breach was a breach. As he moved forward, the hallway turned the corner and he was met by a sudden understanding of the situation at hand. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. 6 EA-9 droids waited, some twirling their electric shock whips of un-ignited potential, others spinning their shock staffs that vibrated fuscia electricity from their tips. Behind tempered glass, the Sith Lord took the briefest moment to contemplate their construction, that red and black durasteel and duranium composite. They were menacing, in appearance, the Sith Lord quietly noted, as the construction was developed in order to instill physical and aesthetic fear. The force crawled out from the Sith Lord, invisible hands clinging to the sabers upon back and lifting them above his shoulders. Conjuring the energy from his gauntlets once more, the laser cutters extended their energy into a sublimated embrace with the floor beneath the Sith Lord. The suspended sabers, extended upward by a master of telekenesis, ignited in an instantaneous snap-hiss as he clenched both fists.

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An explosion of energy from the suit propelled him forward as he spun, a top on it's side, in a vibrant light show of red and green glimmers and sparks twirling through the air. With each spin, extended arms and laser cutters violated the hull in a cutting spiral that ceased in depth and destruction only at dissipation of energy. The first two droids met his laser cutters with the block of the staffs. His mind would break them, as he commanded the sabers in a brutal swing that faded back, cutting the droids from nape to groin, in that order. They fell in halves as he landed before the next four, their split bodies a mixture of metal and molten alloy. That won't work again, he realized, as these were far too smart to fall for the same trick twice. On top of that, he suspected that their intelligence was integrated, 8 eyes allowing 4 bodies to move as one group.

The next two droids turned to projectiles, using their free arms to fire a blaster while the other attempted to snag the master with a grappling hook. He dashed with the squeeze of his right palm, coming in contact with the wall to his right, and pushed off, squeezing both wrists to power his movement towards the assailants. The trail of blaster bolts followed him in spatters of metal dents, sound hardly audible in the near zero-gravity. The grappling hook missed and lodged itself deep into the metal as the Sith Lord focused and extended the two sabers out, deflecting the bolts back to the droids. The projectiles deflected off the metal bodies, merely distracting them as he pressed hard on his right palm, spinning parallel to the floor, and lashing out with the laser cutters. The two fell down, their beady ruby eyes flashing violently before shutting off entirely in their split corpses. There was but two left, shock whips in hand and ignited, spinning in anticipation of the Sith Lord. The first attacked and Gabriel dodged left, the second anticipated such endeavors and trapped one of the suspended sabers in it's grip, ripping it from Gabriel's telekinesis. Free of that burden, he dropped the other saber into his right hand, and growled behind silent screen. Dashing forward, the gale of the suits abilities pushing him, the first whip lashed out to entrap the Sith Lord. But it fell upon emptiness as he twisted his body, nearly hugging the floor. Using his hand, claw dug shallowly into the floor, he spun and kicked the legs out of from underneath the droid. Pushing off the ground, he escaped the next whip attack and squeezed both palms, reversing his upward movement as he rocketed towards the Droid, cleaving head from shoulders.

There was but one left, the one tripped and the ding in the Sith Lords shin armor that reflected such attack. As he reached out with the force, he gripped onto it's arms and mentally attempted to push them upward. The hands fought against his hold, he was but in the mood to toy. Slowly overpowering it, the hands of the droid reached up and plucked it's own head from it's shoulders. It staggered, a thing removed from it's purpose, before it fell into the slump of black and red alloy, Sith runes carved into the thigh. He extinguished the blades and the cutters, flinging both hilts back on to his back, and dislodged the head from gripped metal claws. He knew the feed would be rolling, the visual spectacle would be sent back to the thing behind the curtain. He applied a pressure to the skull, speaking into the broadcasting system for all to hear. It was open for all, it seemed.

"Mmmmmmmmm....Mr. Ash..." He spoke in an almost growl, filled with a mixture of indifference and the promise of destruction soon delivered, free of charge. "You've never met anything like me..." He applied pressure through his physical strength and the force and crushed the cybernetic skull, an aluminum can beneath his hands. As it fell to the ground, he spotted a directory, and moved in the direction of the Bridge, reaching out to discern any traps that may be laid in his path.

 

[Keanu Shan]

Somehow the droid had snuck up on him. Keanu dropped the gun and complied with the droids command. Maybe he could bargain for time. Knowing that Mr. Ash could listen in on their frequency he keyed the mike. "Uhh you haven't chosen a very good hostage you do realize that im a mercenary right?. Do you really think that a crime syndicate is going to bargain for me? However if i meet you in person maybe i can make you a decent business offer". He desperately hoped this would work.

Lysle of the Hydian way, Aaden Gra'tua, Logan White Devil Re, Mr. Ash, Daxton Bane, Reverance.

 

[Cobalt Krell]

Location: On the ground, holding fire 'till I see the whites of their eyes.
Allies: Black Sun ([member="Ariella"], and the rest of her sniper squad)
Enemies: Red Ravens
Objective: Find out what to shoot at... So I have something to shoot at.

Camped out several buildings away from Ariella's little squad, I watched the Mandos jump off their building, into the streets below. Shaking my head, I pulled out my comm unit, and played around with it until I found the frequency the Suns were running on. Hitting a button, I saw a little holo of myself appear on her unit. Holding up a pair of macrobinoculars, I watched the ships continue to fly off from the planet, and the small bursts of light as some poor soul crashed into a larger ship. I looked back down at my comm again, and smiled at the blonde woman in her makeshift sniper's nest.

"Hey there, Blondie... Sorry I'm so late to the party, but I just couldn't figure out what to wear. A suit? My hat? This wonderful piece of metal I'm toting?"

I looked at the sky again, sensing that something was wrong in that station... I just hoped it didn't come falling down. A lot of people would die that way.

"Anyway, you got something for me to shoot at, or can I keep grinning at you for a bit?"

 

[Tahl Edrel]

Tahl was relieved to finally leave the EVA suit as they broke through the shield holding the water back. He almost tore the bulking thing off and unclipped R4~ who proceeded to jettison the excess water he'd taken onboard and shake himself relatively dry. Tahl picked up his blades and regrouped with his allies

"Right, our target is the city center hub~ objective is to take out any Black Sun in our way and cause as much havoc doing so. Alright? great" he said without even waiting for a response. The huge whiphid pulled his armor on tight, whipped out his blaster and blade before starting at a brisk pace towards the central control and communications hub: his astromech activating his leg jets and flying off after him

[member="Nei Laa"] [member="Raven Avachei"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Arrbi Betna"]

Location: Random building, Outside company bulilding
Allies: Cryax Banehttp://starwarsrp.net/user/5840-cryax-bane/, Ice, Keira Ticon
Enemies: Strider Garon [member="Arrbi Betna"]http://starwarsrp.net/user/1926-strider-garon/
Objectives: Kill what appears to be a sniper!

When the battle had begun Lisa was nowhere to be found. She was a stealthy gal, mostly clinging to shadows and killing in the dark. She was a bit loose in the head and most ravens did not refer to her as Lisa but rather that crazy b**** with a sniper.

Yet here she was. For a few hours now she had been stalking Cryax and the group, keeping a close eye on her cousin Keira as well. She was clad in her silver green durasteel armor. On her back lay two green sabers and at her sides two Mist plasma pistols. Beside those she was packing twin SMG's and a host of grenades along with twin poisoned daggers.

As she crept from room to room on the upper floors of the neighbouring buildings she stopped in windows to check the situation. when they moved she moved, slinging her fifty cal silenced rifle and jumping from roof to roof, propelled by the force.

Then something caught her attention. A small puff of smoke from a nearby tower. Lisas trained eyes saw it immediately and she slapped her multi directional goggles down giving her a 180 view of her surroundings. Zooming in she noticed the Mandalorian who had fired and crouched low in a window across the street.

SLAM

The rifle propped onto the sill and she scoped him in, using kentucky wind-age and adjusting for the wind speed and bullet drop. another factor here was moisture. In her goggles she watched the moisture meter and the gravity readings and added those into her calculation shifting left and up a few degrees of her target.

"Wanna play sniper games eh boy?"

She squeezed the trigger.

PFFFT

A silenced fifty caliber slug headed downrange towards the mando, with deadly accuracy.

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Main road heading towards Cryax & company.
Enemies: Red Ravens; [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Paydon"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Ice"] [member="Nei Laa"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Tahl Edrel"] [member="Choden Yonten"]
Allies: Black Suns; [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Ariella"] [member="Ordan Vosk"] [member="Flora Burn"] [member="Cobalt Krell"]
Mission: Objective II

What a brave little barve thought strider as a he watched the whiphid sally forth towards the city center with his R2 unit jetting behind him. It was obvious that the creature had little experience in urban combat and how to maneuver about. It was a real shame that it would have to be a Mandalorian, veteran of countless wars, to teach the young Tahl the deadly lesson in the arts.

Strider would adjust himself upwards, exposing him slightly above his cover so that he would have a clear shot at the whiplid. His EE-3 carbine rested comfortably into his right shoulder as the old man tilted his head to place scope and cross-hairs on the hairy invader. The seasoned warrior calmed his nerves, his excitement and molded himself into a cold hearted killer. His finger lightly squeezed the trigger multiple times sending a barrage of laser bolts upon the poor whiphid, exposing his own position to those around.

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

Location: Main Road
Objective: II
Allies: Black Sun & Friends [member="Strider Garon"] @Arrbi Betna @Ariella Ordan @Vosk @Flora Burn @Cobalt Krell
Enemies: Yellow Canaries @Keira Ticon @Paydon @Anastasia Rade @Ice @Nei Laa @Cryax Bane @Tahl Edrel @Choden Yonten

The Yellow Canaries just couldn't get enough of the Black Sun whoopin, and the extremist was going to be there to give them some of what he'd been cooking. As a Mandalorian popped out of cover and fired upon a lone Canary, Cyrus had a few pipe bombs primed and lobbed them to the incoming Canary forces.

The bombs detonated sending the deadly, lung disintegrating gas into the air in front of the advancing Canaries.