The Times, They Are A Changin... [Corellian League Rebellion of Corellia]

[Taeli Raaf]

Spoiler

OOC: Apologies for not posting to this again for awhile, got busy with other things (mainly preparing for the event)

[member="Dredge"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Kytra Odran"]

Her boots splashed through a puddle, the constant plonk of water echoing through the tunnel she was walking along. The Corellian League didn't need her help to liberate the world, they were doing that just fine themselves. The Force had guided her here... into the depths beneath the city. Someone was preparing a dark side ritual beneath the city, she could feel it building... and it was nearing completion. If successful, it would probably kill anyone in the city, both friend and foe alike.

A Graug loomed out of the darkness, but she paid it as little mind as one did to such creatures. There was a flash of emerald light and she kept walking, stepping over the corpse. A twing of the Force and she took a left, descending deeper into the labyrinth of the catacombs... and getting closer to the Sith preparing the ritual.

 

[Iron Giant]

A dozen pairs of arms and legs collided against the quickly turning hull of the Boneshatter, each of the making a distinctive metallic clank just after hitting the surface, indicating that they were now magnetically locked.

"Skillful entry, Iron Giant." C.O.M.O. the orange spherical droid was mounted onto her back, along with Tusk Swords that almost doubled the length of her natural tusks. Ordinarily this would be rather difficult to possess considering they were out of water, but modifications were made to accommodate for the stress on her neck. In addition, her left arm possessed Claw Swords, which also doubled the reach of her natural claws. Along her waist a number of Resu electromines were present, alongside a very powerful plasma torch.

She hardly looked the part of the Giant any more, but her ferocity had never been greater.

"Lead me to the command sector." Resune was exchanged between them, the translated electrical energy of her droid striking her in the back, and her responses likewise were exchanged through her back. C.O.M.O., after a brief pause orientating itself to its position, then issued a brief set of directions.

Meanwhile one freighter jumped to hyperspace, while the other seemed to be locked in a tractor beam.

(Post 3)

 

[Leos Palle]

Location: Sewers beneath Coronet
Objective: Kill Dredge
Allies: [member="Veino Garn"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Keira Ticon"] (maybe?)
Enemies: [member="Dredge"]
Theme: Skillet - Monster

There were others nearby now. She could feel them in the Force, but she didn't know them. All she knew was the rage inside of herself. The anger seeping from every pore, devouring her from the inside out.

"Those things don't make me human, because I'm not human."

Truthfully she was, but at the same time, she was the Monster within, as well. That creature was not human. It was vengeance. It was despair. It was anguish. It was many things, but human it was not. It was ever so close to bursting through, splitting her apart as it had that time many years ago. She felt a fire burning within her very being. No pain, but much heartache. She wanted to stop it. She desired nothing less. But she couldn't. It was there and it was coming to the surface because of what this new monster had done, had made her do, had made her see. There was no stopping it now, no matter how hard she tried.

To the ladder she went. Long. She gripped the stiles with her hands and slid down with her feet on either edge, rather than climbing rung by rung. It was faster, and time was important. As she neared the bottom, she controlled her descent with an application of the Force, landing lightly and turning towards the dark presence she felt waiting for her. Another was near. Others were converging, but she had a mind only for the beast.

She strode into the chamber where the ritual was taking place, gripped in pure rage. Despite this, her every motion seemed calm and calculated. Only her face betrayed the reality. Power welled within her, ready to be unleashed. She would rip him apart the same way that she had ripped apart Rara Kel. Only this time she'd display what was left of him for all to see and know that evil would be truly punished, regardless of the cost to her being. Her very soul was being shredded with each moment that she relied on the Monster within her, but it was beyond her control now. Even her voice was different: deeper and more powerful.

"No matter what you do, no matter what you think of me, beast, this ends now. I will submit to judgment for my release of this power in order to ensure your demise."

 

[Veino Garn]

[member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Kytra Odran"] [member="Dredge"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

More presences were arriving, one Dark and one Light. Strong ones this time, and they were all converging in the same location. The other presence, now seething in dark emotion, had stopped, even as the emotions continued to boil. Veino closed his eyes, taking deep breaths through his mouth. Everything seemed to be roiling from a point several levels down and about a hundred meters to his right. But these tunnels didn't move in straight, grid-like lines. If he had support, he'd have just had intel send him directions or a layout. But he had none. Not here, anyways.

He had to do this the old fashioned away. Veino pulled his lightsaber out form within the folds of his great-coat, and hit the igniter switch. its blade snapped to life, burning a pure white, casting light against the tunnels. He moved to the side, where a walkway was raised just above the liquid and plunged it into the ground. Duracrete rippled and went red hot, before rippling as it began to melt. He dragged the blade in a circle until the duracrete gave way, plunging to the tunnel below with a splash.

Veino dropped through, sending a slight Force push as he landed below. He froze, listening. Footsteps echoed through the tunnel and Veino stabbed his blade into the ground, again scoring out a circle, dropping through even before it was cool. Then he was off down that tunnel as the foot steps came to a halt above him, deactivating his saber as he did so. He pressed himself against the walls. Faint voices echoed through the tunnel and he saw shadowy figures make their way towards him. Graug, by the looks of it. Interesting. This certainly brought him back to the early days of the war.

They turned down another corridor and Veino made his move, splashing lightly through the fetid stream at his ankles and into the chamber beyond.

A Sith stood there, along with a human woman, seething with rage. Not Dark yet, but about to fall headfirst over the cliff. The Sith, well, he seemed pleased, and Veino tried to figure out who it was. He couldn't remember. But he had to step in before she dove off the cliff in front of her.

"That's enough of that now," Veino said as he stepped into the room, shaking filth from his boots as he ran his eyes across the room. Sith ritual with lots of dead, so had to be pretty significant and used the dead as fuel. It was nauseating, and the stench of the Dark Side pressed against his mind. He took another breath, letting the Force flow through his body. His scars and eyes took on a tint of silver. He turned to the Sith. "You don't look like Vornskr. So... which one are you? Odium?"

He turned to the girl, giving her a soft whisper, "Stand down. You've gone too far."

 

[Nikola Ticon]

Location: Coronet City
Allies: [member="Julius Sedaire"], Corellian League, etc.
Enemies: Sith, affiliates, etc.

"If you're a Ticon you'll more than do." Well, Nikola was halfway certain that was a compliment. A blink was his only response for a few seconds, but it slowly grew into a crooked grin and an affirmative nod. "Yeah, no problem. But remember, I'm a Ticon." It was difficult to ascertain whether the look in his cobalt eyes was an entirely serious one as he met Julius' gaze unflinchingly and spoke, "There's no way in hell I'm staying back and watching the show." And just like that the partway serious moment was gone, eclipsed again by that trademark Corellian smirk, "Via Sanchec." Sure, his sister might not have revealed much about this Sedaire fellow, but there were fragments that slipped between the cracks, and that little bit of back-and-forth had been one of those.

His attention turned to the civilians and whatever weaponry had been made available, and he conversed quietly with the group, putting forth what sort of explanation could be given of urban and general warfare in the short time allotted. To most all that made a soldier was the gun in their hand, but if they didn't know how to protect themselves along with it then they weren't much of a soldier to begin with. Quickly enough he moved on to the general mechanics of the various blasters before them, sometimes switching fluidly between Basic and Old Corellian as if there wasn't a barrier between the languages in the first place. Once he was confident enough in their ability and they received their orders from those better suited to give them he moved on.

Slowly his hand drifted to the saber at his waist, and almost as an afterthought he palmed the weapon, thumb hovering over the button for ignition but not quite pressing down just yet. Looking back across those few ragtag that had yet to take to the field he stepped out into the open as well, gaze raking over those dubbed the enemy as words were exchanged in lieu of the blows that came shortly after, though even that lulled momentarily. Well. This was some kind of battlefield.

 

[Keira Priest]

Music
Location: Sewers
Allies: [member="Kytra Odran"], [member="Veino Garn"], [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Enemies: [member="Dredge"]

Her jaw taughtened as that all too familiar voice slithered its way inside her mind, but for the moment provided no resistance to the intrusion, allowing the exposition to play out as it would. Steps with a vaguely militaristic clip to them strode down the passage, armored boots splashing in the damp of her surroundings. The tomahawk was slung at her waist once more, ethereal compensating where a physical weapon wouldn't at the moment as she kept her awareness heightened about herself in a sort of metaphorical tripwire system that wouldn't allow anyone to get in too close without her sensing it. It was the old paranoia taking hold again, something that had only manifested because of the one responsible for this ritual.

There came a point in the short journey where the night-vision within her HUD wore out its usefulness, leaving her in pitch darkness with or without it remaining active. "Sensors indicate numerous lifeforms in the immediate area. Graug and human." Her molars ground together at that. That was one way of saying these were hostages and their soon-to-be executioners. Nearer she inherently detected the twin presences of two Jedi, the both of them manifesting as some beacons of light among the toxicity of the dark, though one was already tainted and bruised. Far be it from her to make any assumptions, but it seemed that her first unmaker had already begun spinning his handiwork. But then, she wouldn't have expected anything less.

"The two of you should do yourselves a favor and stand back. You don't know the half of what you've already gotten yourselves into." That was the only proper attention she would grant them for the moment, far more concerned for what awaited their ragtag party. There would be innocent lives at stake, but there always were. It was just a matter of choosing, something she knew these Jedi wouldn't be the most talented at. They had never really been good at embracing the philosophy of sacrificing the lives of the few for the many, regardless of how innocent the former might have been. "You've already had your fun leading us down here in the dark. The least you could do is cut out the theatrics. You know how I feel about wasting my time."

 

[Dredge]

Location: Beneath Coronet City (sewers)
Objective: Eat it (mass drain life ritual)
Allies: None
Enemies: Everyone

The Jedi more than likely were expecting to see some dark malevolent being standing before them giving some long winded speech about how they were going to kill everyone and everything and torture their souls for all eternity. But that just wasn't what was going down here at the moment, Dredge preferred to have a little class rather than proceed with the cliche route of death, destruction, and villainy.

So as everything was pitch black in the room there was a clapping of hands and soon the room was illuminated to reveal what looked to be an expensive looking dining hall, before them there were foods and drink of every kind from multiple worlds and cultures. And at the head of the table there was Dredge sitting in a chair big enough to field him and beneath him there was a plate of rather expensive gourmet food. He savored the smell of everything before looking up at the Jedi who decided to accompany him.

"Please, sit. Enjoy the Crab Rangoon, it's quite delicious I promise." He said as he lifted and undersized wine glass to the space between his helmet where the mask of shadows covered his features. But then of course Keira had to be a grumpy Gus about everything.

"Oh Keira, you tickle me, truly you do. Please sit and let's talk about this, let's be civil." Dredge said as he ate a small piece of crab from his diner plate.

The armored behemoth then snapped his fingers and Graug wearing expensive suits stepped out holding various dishes began to set the table with plates for his guests.

"And by the by, the ritual is complete. All I have to do is snap my fingers and Coronet city is gone. So before you get any funny ideas, and of course you need to think of the children." Dredge snapped his fingers twice and another area towards their right was light up.

A small sub section of the sewers that was sectioned off between everyone was flooded with light to show a squad of Graug with automatic blaster rifles pointing them at a rather decent sized cluster of children. Bellow them was a pit filled with sewer water and tied around each of their waist was a chain and cinder block.

"You could of course attack me right now, boring by the way. Try to stop the ritual, hell maybe even succeed, maybe even keep the children from being shot or drowned, but do you really want to risk that? Now let's all sit here and have a nice dinner, enjoy the food, and talk about this." he said in a very polite manner.

The ritual was indeed primed and ready to go and a few meters behind him at the focus point was his dark side nexus of a sword constantly pumping near infinite power into the markings causing them to burn a bright red. All anyone needed to do to unleash the spell was disturb the circle binding it and the energy would be set free.

[member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Kytra Odran"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Leos Palle]

Location: Beneath Coronet City
Objective: Stop Dredge
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Veino Garn"]
Enemies: [member="Dredge"]

Stop? How could she stop it? Why would she stop it? Why did he want her to stop it? The power she felt was immense. It felt good. She hated it. She hated how good that intense power felt as it welled within her. It was too much. The darkness was flooding through her body, and only that small center of hope was shining brightly. A seed pressed into inky, black earth. It hung as if a single star in an endless span of black space. That was her, the real Kytra. That sphere of light was the only bit of her that was real. The darkness that threatened to destroy her was the monster of her nightmares, the thing she'd been trying to hide from since she was a teenager. She'd not done a very good job of it.

That light maintained its size, not growing, not shrinking, but still hiding within her being. She felt Veino next to her, and knew that there were others nearby that could help, but she couldn't stop it from happening anymore, even though she wanted to.

I can't stop it. I can't. I've tried! Her words would send through the Force to Veino. It wasn't her in control anymore.

There were children in harms way here. The light inside was screaming that she should go and help them somehow. But the light wasn't in control anymore, the monster was. And that monster wanted a piece of Dredge. She could no more stop it from taking on the beast than she could control what it was that she said anymore. Only her grip on her own sanity was allowing her to send words to Veino's mind to hear. She had to hope that he would listen and do something with them, because what was coming was beyond her control and possibly not the best course of action for the situation.

Protect the children!

The beast cut her off then, reaching out through the Force towards the man in the armor. She had no idea what was going on with the ritual. That was outside of her realm of expertise, and the monster was, as a manifestation of her pain and anger, just another side of her. What she was, however, was a telekinetically gifted Force user. So when she reached out, it was with the intent of grabbing Dredge and yanking him towards her position, which would accidentally draw him away from the ritual he no doubt wished to complete if she was successful in doing such. Though she wasn't trying for it, this would, if nothing else, potentially buy the others an opportunity to act, at the least.

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Sewers
Allies: [member="Kytra Odran"], [member="Veino Garn"], [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Enemies: [member="Dredge"]

The instant Keira sensed the Jedi woman's presence spike she was on alert, and when she felt the telekinetic vice reaching out for Dredge her first instinct was to halt it immediately. Her own ethereal hand shot forth, manifesting as a metaphysical wall between the monstrosity and the Jedi. Should the woman not do anything to divert the path of her strike, it would crash into the barrier and grind to a stop. "Don't." Her voice was low, borderline threatening, everything about her tone deathly serious. "If you try anything, he will kill those children without a second thought, and then the city will be next. The only way you're ever going to come close to stopping him is by playing along. Sit. Whether you speak or not is up to you."

It was then she pulled off her helmet, sitting down at the table and placing the helmet on the floor next to her chair. "Enlighten us, then."

 

[Veino Garn]

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Kytra Odran"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]

Veino stood there in the darkness, waiting, as the presences seethed around them. Darkness, shadowed light, darkness. The situation was less than ideal, team wise, but it would work. He'd taken worse before. Then the darkest woman stood, warning them off. Veino shrugged.

"Don't worry about me. Been to the Netherworld and back twice now," His voice was low and soft as Dredge appeared, with a fancy dinner table. He studied the foods, raising an eyebrow in surprise. The man had taste. That was something Veino had to admit. And to admit even further, living off of survival rations and Silver Watch food on Rhen Var? Brutal on the digestion system, especially when crammed in a small starship? He shuddered at the thought and took a seat. He might not have sold his soul for what that Sith princess had offered on Togoria during the xenocide, but this food was quite the temptation.

And all things, considered, there was no way other options would work out better at this point.

I can't stop it. I can't. I've tried!

The words echoed through his mind from the girl beside him, along with a tempest of rage around a crystal of light. Then she began to move for telekinesis. Veino moved, instantly, stretching out his mind as the stillness of the Light surged through him. It wasn't a telekinesis of Light. No, it was a dark, raging attack. That need to be stopped before she got tipped over the edge. He opened his mental barriers, wincing as the emotions hammered his mind, but he let them come. Bleak waves crashing against brilliant rocks. Then he pushed his stillness out to her, trying to stop the storm from going to far.

He considered saying something, but thought the other woman had that well in hand. Instead, he sent her a brief message, one of peace and calm.

Trust the Light and let it quiet your mind. Nothing on this scale is stopped with no deaths, so keep the big picture in mind.

Then he nodded in adjustment, taking a plate of seafood from one of the well dressed Graug. Veino nodded his head in thanks, tasting the food before commenting.

"Last time I met any Graug was on Kashyyyk, " He took another bite of food, "Under the Ession flag along the Republic. I take it those strange situations have reverted to their default state? And I agree with my companion. Enlighten us." He smiled at the taste of the food, "And maybe the recipe for the sauce?"

 

[Dredge]

Location: Beneath Coronet City (sewers)
Objective: Play the game
Allies: None
Enemies: Everyone

Dredge watched as the two sat down after calming their rude friend who wanted to doom innocent little children, that wasn't very nice at all. I mean just look at their horrified little faces, so cute. But it was a breath of fresh air to see that people were actually eating the food, it wasn't posited or anything of the sort, that just wasn't Dredge's style. Poisoning food wasn't cruel enough, and it certainly didn't fit his MO. So they'd instead have a semi rational conversation over diner.

"Oh of course of course, I'll have Gundar write it down for you. He's the Graug who held the catering crew hostage while they cooked, I'll have him fetch it." Dredge said with a smile beneath his helmet.

Summoning a very large Graug over to him it dipped down and the monster Dredge sent him off on his task to retrieve a sauce recipe for the young man. As for Dredge he cut into his food a bit and took a few bites before setting a napkin down next to his plate.

"See? Isn't this so much nicer than violently murdering each other? And before you answer that Keira, yes it is." Dredge then took a sip of his wine then set the chalice to the side.

"Enlightenment then, let's talk about it. As you can see behind me there is a rather large drain life ritual that I have no problem activating to kill what's left of this pathetic capital that I'm assuming some of you call home. And on our left we have a good. One two three four five- doesn't matter, there's a good amount." He said with a chuckle after trying to count the children.

"So the game is simple, in a moment I'm going to wheel someone out here who is guilty of some form of a crime, and you are going to decide whether they should live or die. There's three of you so each of you gets a vote. If you make it through all three rounds of my game, I let the hostages go, I disarm the ritual, and we all walk away from this with a happy ending. Now If you fail to pick an option I get to decide whether a hostage dies, or a break the seal of the ritual little by little." Dredge then snapped his fingers once more and soon everything began.

Staggering out of the side of the sewer tunnel a man dressed in rags who appeared to be badly beaten and broken was forced to their knees and behind them was a Graug holding a Slugthrower to the back of their head.

"This is Reginald, he's an accountant by day, and a murderer by night. Reginald here got a taste for blood at a young age and has been a hitman here on Corellia for years. He's killed men, women, children, a man after my own heart really. So let's take a vote. Who here thinks Reginald deserves to die? Yes or no." Dredge asked with a very polite tone before slapping a twelve ounce Bantha steak onto his plate.

"Please! Don't kill me! I'm-" the man was cut off as he took a pistol whip to the back of their head causing them to hit the floor coughing and writhing in pain.

"Shut up, Reginald."


[member="Veino Garn"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Kytra Odran"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Dredge"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Kytra Odran"]

"How do we know they are guilty of what you say?" Taeli asked, emerging out of the gloomy tunnel into this... strange and twisted display. Considering the monster at the head of the table, she couldn't say she was too surprised. If there was one thing she had heard Dredge enjoyed, it was his theatrics. She could feel the ritual behind the monster, being powered by sacrifices and small nexus of the dark side. Oh... that was very interesting indeed. She hadn't seen a set up like that in a very long time, crude but effective.

The other three Force users in the room, she was familiar with Keira from a meeting on Nar Shaddaa, but she didn't know these others. One was writhing inside though, wrestling against base instincts to lash out at the world. Reminded her of a student of hers. The man, she didn't know at all. Looking around, she noted the Graug holding these men and women hostage, ready to kill them at a word from their master. It all seemed so... cliched, right down to the sewer base and dining table and done-up minions in suits.

"Dredge right?" she continued, stepping up to a run a hand along the back of a chair. "You have certainly to great lengths to get some attention I see here. Feeling a little underappreciated these days? I heard from Connor you were trying to make yourself a relevant terror to the galaxy again. Going all out now, very interesting touches you have going here. Still... in regards to your 'game,' we only have your word that these three subjects of your game are guilty of their crimes and frankly... I'm not putting much faith in that word."

 

[Iron Giant]

Rather than obliterate the trapped freighter as they might have done for the others, it seemed the frigate was going to board it. They need to know after all, what in the hell were these unarmed frigates planning on doing to a One Sith military vessel on their routine patrol (illustrating their continued loyalty to a collapsing organization). They were in for a nasty surprise when they entered the hangar.

Meanwhile, Iron Giant continued to make the trek to the bridge undetected, marching effortlessly across the hull as C.O.M.O. gave directions and warnings. Admittedly, it was a bit difficult for her to make out the difference between the ground and vacuum, but her cybernetics attempted to correct this lack of clarity by slightly heating the hemisphere which held ground. It wasn't a perfect solution, as infrared depth perception was far more acute to distance than was visual depth perception. Close hot things were much easier to distinguish from far hot things. The cybernetics enabled her though to tell the difference, as the difference in temperature it provided for her was so minute and minimal it almost didn't register if not for its proximity to her infrared organs.

"4 minutes arrival to command sector." C.O.M.O. explained to her as they continued. "1 minute arrival to 'Iron Giant' in hangar."

Something special indeed would arrive in the hangar...

(Post 4)

 

[Van Bri'tsyd]

Objective: Don't mind me, just liberating some OS ships

"I don't much care if it will fry out the power converters when were done, will it get this bucket going long enough to complete our missing, Yes or No soldier?"

"Ah, yes ... I guess?" A young technician said.

"Good enough then, slap it together and get this crate moving!"

OSS 1232 came to life as the generator was brought back online, weapons, shields, life support and hyperdrive all read green.

"Comm, disengage those docking clamps and get us into the void we got us a bigger fish to catch..."

 

[Leos Palle]

[member="Dredge"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

Someone stopped her from doing what she was doing. That bit of her, deep down inside the glowing heart of her being, was entirely grateful to whomever did it. That part of her that wasn't in control any longer had realized the futility of what she was attempting, had recognized that it was wrong, and hadn't wanted to do it in the first place. But she couldn't stop it. Much like the last time it had happened, it was outside of her control. In some respects she found that she felt like she had two different sides of her being. One, her normal side, would never do most of the things she'd done. The other part, the monster, killed and crushed and did the things she couldn't understand or believe. That's why she called it the monster.

After she was stopped from ripping Dredge off of his throne, Veino spoke to her. His words were simple, but they were true. Trust the light. Darkness wouldn't stop this. She knew that already, but she didn't have other people trying to stop her like this before. When she'd fought Kel, she'd been alone, and everyone that presented themselves before her ultimately died by her hand. She'd not faced a situation like that again until now, and this time there were other people there trying to stop her from making the mistake she'd made before.

The only thing she could think to do was shut down. Not in the sense that a droid powers itself off, or is powered off by someone else, but in the sense that she could take control of enough of her body to keep it from functioning, which would stop the monster from unleashing itself upon anyone else and endangering the children. In a surge of internal heat and movement, she collapsed upon her own mind, rendering herself effectively unconscious. To the others about her, she would collapse upon the floor in a heap, rather violently to. If she'd been awake, she'd probably have been rendered unconscious anyway.

For a time she lay there, as the others moved to join the table and complimented the Sith on his taste in food, she lay upon the floor. But ever so slowly, her muscles twitched into movement. First a few fingers, and then a hand, then her entire upper body. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked around, then climbed to her feet. She took a few moments and then looked at the man that was bound before the group, then the group, then dredge. She was a bit woozy and didn't know what was going on here, at least not until Taeli spoke. Guilty of crimes? Game? What did that mean in this situation? Clearly Dredge was still toying with them. She ignored the man and turned to look at the children.

Was that what this was? Was it like before? Kill the man and save the children? Before she'd rejected him and gone into a dark place. But what was one man compared to several children, anyway?

"What did he do?" she asked, voice a tired croak. "And do we have any proof other than what you say?"

 

[Van Bri'tsyd]

Objective: Don't mind me, just liberating some OS ships

OSS 1232 was responding sluggishly to the helm but well enough for the mission that was needed of her. The skeleton crew on had their orders, get is close to OOS Murder's joy so they could board the boneshatter frigate and continue their liberation efforts. Once the boarding part was away the 1232 would go to hyperspace and beat feet back to the outback. This would at least ensure they got one ship back home. As they approached the main sith battle fleet that had already been ambushed by a few raiding ships the honed in on their prey. Already within range to launch, he boarded the raid shuttle.

Putting out his cigarette on the ships door frame he signaled bridge of the 1232. "Don't wait to confirm we make it on board, once we are away you all get into hyperspace, got it?

 

[Makai Dashiell]

[member="Elpsis Elaris"]


Shoulder rested against the wall as they went for the corvette. They were already in the area so Firemane and Salacia were pushing hard to capture as much as possible. It was looking great for both companies after all. Shuttle was making its way over, ready to dock with the corvette. Eyes looked around for another weapon. Would they see more zombies? Possibly.


Makai moved from his perch against the durasteel and picked up a extra hydrospanner. It was a just in case. A heavy instrument, the 'spanner would be useful in close quarters. Or so at least he thought so in theory.


There was a jostling once again, their shuttle docking with the large corvette. This time they were a bit smarter, a bit wiser. Makai was certain the entire place was cursed due to the Corellia incidents and it was just oozing zombies. Perhaps it was a figment of his overactive imagination and a combination of horror films. Or a bit of practicality.


A hiss and a churning of metal as the door opened.


"Uh, ladies first?" Makai said with a grin.

 

[Iron Giant]

"Unit Designation: The Iron Giant, activated. Remote control activation sequence initiated... activation code accepted, rerouting internal controls..." A mechanical whir and menacing lights would illuminate the silvery skin of six CybeResu waiting patiently to be boarded in the darkness. The Armor of The Iron Giant was waiting on this freighter which had been foolishly pulled in by the Boneshatter, was now being remotely controlled by a special droid attached to her back - C.O.M.O.. Although it was not a combat model by any means, it knew how to take commands from the Resu, and knew hot to relay back the necessary information to appropriate control the hulking mass of armor and firepower. One arm was an autocannon, the other held its blaster rifle like a pistol. The autocannon arm also held modules with a minigun, a rocket launcher, and a grenade launcher. The Blaster Rifle arm contained modules for a Flame Thrower, a Carbonite Rifle, and a Sonic Blaster.

You can imagine the surprise of the troopers who blasted open the door to be met with an autocannon pointed at their face, before freezing over in carbonite before being shattered by a flame thrower... anyone who survived the first encounter were blown away by an autocannon blast.

Immediately the hangar turned into a war zone... or more accurately, a slaughter. The monstrous machine chugged slowly down the ramp, with each step being more ominous than the last as rapid fire weapons, material projectors, sonic blasts, grenades, and rockets poured into almost every direction at once. One Sith troopers were shattered into red carbonite shards, disintegrated in fire, exploded into every section of the room, punctured through the chest by a blaster shot, their ears and organs ruptured by sonic waves, or ripped apart by rapid fire blaster shots cutting through them like butter.

Whoever wasn't being obliterated in a mechanical fashion, were facing down the CybeResu Hunters, who drew humanoid blood with their extended claws, or punctured through their guts with their tusks, creating an even messier and hellish environment to be witnessed by any new security task forces sent into the Hangar.

Rockets blew up the pitiable number of starfighters in the Hangar, crashing on top of soldiers and deck personal, while also barricading them all into the hangar. At the same time, whatever soldiers dared to be brave enough, shot at the heavily armored thing. They did not last long to triumph in the new carbon scoring they created...

(Post 5)

 

[Iron Giant]

"What in the Nine Hells of Corellia is going on down there?!" The Captain roared as the explosions in the hangar sounded throughout the ship. The intermittent and often short reports by those down in the hangar did not provide much information on what was going on, and it had become a considerable distraction for the bridge scrambling to organize a team to secure the hangar. Among these preparations, a still duty bound Corsair was called from a nearby orbit to assist their larger cousin vessel by sending in their own boarding team, as well as prevent the docked freighter from leaving if they attempt to escape.

This was no usual encounter... and soon, from his meditation chamber, the resident Sith Commander of the Boneshatter rose from his slumber and entered the bridge just as the commotion was happening on the bridge.

"Captain. It does not take a force sensitive to realize there has been a... disturbance. What is troubling our fine ship, and how did you let it happen?" The question was obviously pointed towards the Captain, placing responsibility and blame with the singular use of the word 'you'. A scowl formed on the Captains face, attempting to hide the fear dilating his eyes at the thought of failing in front of his master in some way.

"T-there were four freighters, my Lord. They were nothing, we quickly destroyed two of them, and the others were clearly fleeing the system. Due to the eccentric activities they exhibited towards our vessel I thought to capture one for questioning. I allowed the other to escape, as a means of intimida-" The Captain manage to say without stammering to greatly, before being interrupted.

"You know nothing of intimidation." The words were cold, and they cut into the Captain. There was a double meaning to his liege's words. "I can see clearly now. You failed to regard these freighters as something more than they were - doomed. Once you removed the element of doom," A constricting force formed around the Captain's neck, gentling restricting his breathing. Sweat began to pour down the officers face. "You allowed them to hope, and I..." The constriction tightened. "Don't like those who hope. Hope is the mind kill-" The Sith's lethal lecture was interrupted by a much larger explosion, and his concentration was weaned away from the Captain, who took a gracious gasp of air. The Sith looked back to the Captian. "It seems there is still hope for your usefulness, yet, Captain." The Sith snarled the worlds in distaste. "Call the Knave... we made need our little sister for assistance..."

The Sith departed the bridge, heading for the Hangar... just as Iron Giant arrived outside the bridge with a plasma torch...

(Post 6)

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Makai Dashiell"]


"Sure, big strong me will protect you." Elpsis rolled her eyes. In all fairness, she was the one with the glowstick and the space magic powers. Oh, and an amazon. Kind of. So she emerged from the hatch and stepped onto the ship, igniting her lightsabre with a snap-hiss. It cast the dark corridor in an orange light. The lights flickered, it seemed power was largely down here, too. She had only walked a few steps, before she came to a halt, her senses prickling.


"Die, Republic scum!" a hostile sounding voice screeched. The redhead spun around to find herself facing another zombie. This one was wearing stormtrooper armour and held a blaster. Since when did zombies use guns? That was cheating!


"All flesh must be devoured!" He began blasting away and she used her glowstick to deflect his bolts since his aim was poor. Blaster bolts ricochetted off the walls and one caught him in the leg. Then she clove him in twain.