This Is A Tasty Burger [BTS & MC Raid on TU Roon]

[The Red of Sinner]

[member="KeCholo"]

Why was he protecting someone like KeCholo, well that was an easy one. He ha simply offered his services to the alien, free of charge. Romeo had been following the man all around like a wild goose chase. Did this man ever stop moving?! Romeo thought to himself as they were getting ready to board the massive ship ahead. How he expected to do this, he did not know. All Romeo knew was that he was on a mission, a very none serious mission. [member="Miss Blonde"] was nearby, he would need hers, along with [member="The Black Hat"], and even [member="Stardust"] had a pair he wanted. Yes, Romeo was just here for the fun of it.

"Remember KeCholo, I want those undergarments."

He said behind the man in his follow.

"Call me...Mr. Passion for now on, none of these people need to know who I am."

 

[James Justice]

Numbers were wonderful. In fact they always were. Except when you were fighting forces that were both of superior skill, and who had spend ages perfecting the art of protecting their homeland from vastly superior numbers.

As the droids lurched towards James, the spacer could only notice how sluggish their movements were--after all, numbers had been the downfall at Naboo so many years ago. Numbers of the battle droids had slowed their processors and commands so dearly that even a Gungan could take them down--let alone Astrian warriors whos ancestors for over 400 generations had been perfecting the art of war.

Katsumoto, by James' side cut through the droids like hay. His katana twisted in quick flurries, bringing the enemy to their knees and dismembering them. Around them, the hundreds of his clan were in their armor, cutting the droids down. They could be repaired later, after all. Most of them, anyway. In the vanguard the great warlord's son, Nobutada, was over the archers, hailing down endless rains of arrows with razor-edged tips. It slowed the droids down, damaged wiring, and left them even more vulnerable to the virboblades.

James shoved a droid's metal carcass out of the way, revealing a door. The spacer gave it a push. Locked.

"Move!" Ujio shouted.

James recoiled just in time as the brute of a warrior bull charged through the door. Katsumoto stepped in first, his blade ripped through a droid's hull like filmsi. James stepped in after him. His blaster rifle battered out shots in a Force-enhanced speed and accuracy. Behind him, Bob escorted @Black Hat into the localized control center, for a brief moment the mute warrior was guarding someone other than his lord.

'Lead the way," James said between breaths. His fingers quicky changed out mags for his rifle. The satisfying sound of metal snapping into place filled his ears amid the battle. A sound that to him was almost like coming home again.

 

[Dyxra'a]

The blurring, white lines of hyperspace soon faded from the windows that lined the bridge of the Hammerhead Class Cruiser 'Bloodletter' as the large ship exited out of hyperspace above Roon. As the ship stopped, hovering in place, a faint sheen could be spotted by anyone who was looking as the shields that enveloped the weak, compared to most Battle Cruisers, hull of 'Bloodletter' were being applied at full strength, just in case some sort of planetary defense system threatened to tear the skin of the ship asunder. It, like all of the other ships that had swarmed and congregated just above the atmosphere of the planet, was there at the bidding of the Black Tie Syndicate, to steal, rob and liberate everything that wasn't fastened in place, and even a few things that were.

Standing at the back of the bridge, staring out over the gathered mass of crew members, was a small female figure, barely cresting over five feet tall. Wrapped in a long, dark brown trench coat that hung down to just bellow the rim of a pair of heeled, knee reaching leather boots, nothing could be seen of the females body, only the faintest view of rows of small, light emerald scales that lined her neck and collar. Atop of her head rested a black cloth stetson hat that cast a shadow over the upper half of her face, leaving only her scale covered chin and light green tinted lips visible under the harsh, synthetic glow cast by the rows of lights that covered the bridge. A pair of black lace gloves covered the entirety of the scaled hands but letting the claws that tipped the fingers push through and on top of the female's forearms, just bellow the sleeves of the trench coat, a pair of silver bracers shone dully in the light.

Letting a smirk of anticipation cross her lips as the words of the woman that held her respect, Miss Blonde, came over the comm system and spoke into her ear directly giving the entirety of the Black Ties there orders, the figure span in place, causing her coat momentarily flared out around her body exposing the white shirt, black tie, pattern adorned brown waistcoat, pocket watch fastened to the breast of the waistcoat with the name Dyxra'a engraved on it and a pair of dark coloured jeans that were worn bellow. Striding out of the bridge with measured strides, her boots and the metal cane that she gripped with her left hand clicking rhythmically against the metal florring, murmuring to the Captain of the ship as she passed by the Human female that had her dusty brown hair pulled back into a tight ponytail.

"Captain, hold command and lend the support of this ship where requested. When I give the word, I expect you to bring this ship to land and collect me and my acquisitions." Nodding as Dyxra'a passed her by, the Captain, the name of whom Dyxra'a hadn't cared to remember, walked over to take Dyxra'a's former position looking out over the crew members that filled the lower levels of the bridge.

Striding through the metal covered hallways of the ship, Dyxra'a made her way towards the hanger bay, where a dropship was waiting to transport Dyxra'a and her handpicked team, including Kana'sosu'ligue. Kana'sosu'ligue was a Chiss female that was the closest thing to a friend that Dyxra'a had, especially considering the fact that Dyxra'a considered compassion and even friendship a weakness and a potentail weak point that others could use to manipulate her. As such, she viewed Kana'sosu'ligue, or Asosul as Dyxra'a (and only Dyxra'a, as Kana'sosu'ligue would instist on numerous occasions) called her, as a trusted companion who had been by her side since her time living on the streets of Nar Shaddaa. The Chiss had been one of the gutter rats that Dyxra'a had gathered around herself during that time and had, over the years, proved herself as someone to be trusted.

Walking through the hanger, weaving her way around the wires and cables that wound their way across the grated floor along with scattered crates, Dyxra'a ignored the gathered men and women around her, each heavily armoured, giving only the smallest of nods to Asosul as she passed by the Chiss, before ascending the ramp of the dropship and taking a seat to wait for the ship to clear the Cruiser and begin the descent to the surface of Roon.

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member=KeCholo]

Droid 71353-C Clanker class walked towards the collection of orange sphere. It cocked its mechanical head to one side as it regarded them curiously. Inside its processing units it prepared to be utterly destroyed by the weaponry. Then they exploded. A swirling cloud of orange gas surrounded the droid. Droid 71353-C instantly reported full functionality maintained, but reported the chemical threat.

A Collateralhulk was a large ship. Very large. Despite multiple layers of armour they’d been designed with holding off the hypervelocity cannon batteries employed by the Protectorate in mind. In fact, any ship was designed to deal with hull breaches. A sudden drop of 1 atmosphere wasn’t enough to kill by explosive decompression – not by a long way – by most sentients couldn’t survive in a vacuum for long. For that reason they were designed to seal off compromised sections.

A sudden breach could suck the air from a whole section in an incredibly short period of time. A gas cloud was more limited. There was likely a mean crossing time of several minutes to cover the wide of the hulking cruiser’s massive arms. Thousands died to that cloud, but the ship was a long way from losing full capability. The Techno Union was heavily reliant on automation, with droid staff and almost exclusively battle droids to ward off any boarding actions.

With no hangar bays located on the central command section of the ship, KeCholo had a long walk ahead of him.

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The first station fell apart in a brilliant display. A myriad of colours as the various explosives and fuels on the station erupted together. The other two suffered significant damage, but the heavily armed stations were tough nuts to crack. In response the Scimitar stations returned fire with their array of heavy batteries at the Udarniks. Often they wouldn’t strike out at frigates, but these vessels lacked manoeuvrability and made tempting targets for the droid gunners.

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“Right,” Captain At’el called across the command centre of the Collateralhulk. The nerve centre of the defensive effort was well protected from breaches. They would often used at the HQ of an entire operation spanning sectore. “I want full analysis of what they’re using and what we’ve got en route.”

“We don’t know ETA of our ships sir, they’re blocking comms. Gravitational disturbances detected as well. Tactical analysis is coming in. On your screen now. It’s a brutally effective set of ships sir. Slow, few long range weapons. Close in brawlers. But there’s a significant lack of point defences. Tactical suggests weakness to ordnance and fighters. Their flagship is highest threat target, but low down the priority list. Proton cannons and heavy ordnance a great threat. Unlikely to bring her down sir without compromising our position.”

Spoiler: Tactica

“Agreed. I want droid fighters and bombers making runs at those hammerheads.”

Effortless grace came when observing droid fighters act as a unit. What they lacked in individual talent, they made up for in precision formation flying, turning tight circles and realigning to make runs at the cruisers with a woeful lack of point defences and escorts.

“Captain?”

“Yes!”

Also, while the ship can easily shunt power where needed, due to the power needed to hold enemy warships in place, the tractor beams and ray shielding cannot be used in conjunction, a design flaw that Tenloss R&D staff are still working to rectify.

“Those tractor beams have a good hold on us, but we’re reading that their shields are compromised.”

Captain At’el steepled his fingers in front of his face. A wave ruffled across his black and white striped fur. Thousands of his staff had just been killed by gas. Good people who manned their posts ‘til the last. It was time for payback.

“All batteries, target those cruisers in turn.”

The Collateralhulk had enough weaponry to match the Red Dress, the Tek-1 and a hammerhead put together. Whilst no sound crossed space, the roar of a full volley was thunderous inside the command section. Wanga’s might have been tough little ships, but with compromised shields they were going to need to relinquish their hold on the Battlecruiser or be utterly destroyed. The particular sound of the Collateralhulk’s assault concussion missile tubes firing followed. Ordnance that could crack those cruiser’s shells and open up their insides to the harsh reality of space.

“Good news sir, that’s a burst of cronau radiation. The 5th fleet have reached the edge of the well.”

“More power to comms, start frequency hopping rotation to align with them and cut through this static. Have engineering prep to compromise hyperdrive systems.”

The relief effort formed up and started to launch fights. Their slow advance towards the lightshow over the capital was organised, but that arrowhead of vessels around the dagger shaped Gunray class held a certain type of malice.

 

[KeCholo]

''Sir, all our ships are being bombarded by attacks from all around. Our ray shields can't stay up as long we have our tractor beams up, what would you like us to do?" the senior engineer, communications officer, and Qaeth Idos conversed on what to do.

''Order the two frontal Wangas taking the most damage to stop using their tractor beams and convert 100% power to ray shielding. Then, tell the other two Wangas to activate emergency thrusters and convert all power to engines and tractor beams. If the two with compromised ray shields take enough damage, switch them up.''

''Alright, sir I must also add that the Salvation Gavel has reported it's Hyper Velocity gun is loaded and awaiting coordinates.'' the head engineer spoke up.

''Order it to fire upon whichever space station is most weakened, they're sitting ducks out there.''

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Ke'Cholo turned to the co-pilot's seat and noticed [member="Romeo Sin"]. He had forgot all about bringing him on this trip. Mr. Passion was a powerful force user and a loyal friend of [member="Miss Blonde"]. Ke'Cholo motioned for him to follow as the Duros stormed out of the ship and began to clear the hanger. The Urko ran around like mad men, slaughtering crew, pilots, droids and anything else. Ships were overturned or destroyed, all while Ke'Cholo made his way to the airlock controls. He had begun hacking into the controls in order to completely shut down the main hanger.

[member="Irys Arist'lar"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

The great thing about being criminals was plotting two steps ahead of your enemy, and of course they had planned for them to bring reinforcements when attacking their capital. What person wouldn't expect that? So that's why they had a helping hand waiting for the moment when those ships would arrive. In the famous words of legendary Admiral Akbar, It's a trap. But one that wasn't going to be sprung just yet, no they had to get in a bit closer first. And once they did their fleets would be torn apart in what was planned.

"Right on schedule. Mister Runner, it appears everything is coming to plan. Take what you must down bellow and give word to the JY Fleet to commence." The Red Dress' first mate said on comms to [member="James Justice"] who was down bellow.

As for the current battle the Black Ties wouldn't need to worry too much about the fighters very long, both [member="Stardust"] and her fighter squadron were there along with the best pilots in the galaxy Rogue Squadron lead by [member="Juwiela Melec"] now with the crusaders who were hopefully still inbound with [member="Isley Verd"] and company. Karma was a real queen, and it was coming back around for the Techno Union. All the people they ever wronged, all the civilians they have killed, everyone that has been hurt by them would have their revenge against a dying nation. And this was just the beginning, this attack would show that the Union couldn't even defend their capital from petty criminals, that right now they were on the surface of the planet looting and stealing without much in the way of resistance. They were going to learn that their time as a nation was over.

Black Tie cruisers were subjected to bombing runs and another ship that was the focus of multiple runs starting at its engines exploded in a shower of destruction. Two frigates joined in with it from the other group and the Black Tie initial assault force had lost a decent chunk of ships now almost down to half, but half would be more than enough to deal with the rest of the platforms.

And order was passed down for the Red Dress to launch all remaining warheads at the third platform and fire all turbo lasers and the like at the third platform. Dividing up its power the remaining assault frigates would focus in on the second platform as well to join in on the warhead launch. And as for the cruisers while their force was wounded and taking the most damage they had to stay united, they decided to focus fire on the third platform in an attempt to bring it down with the aid of the Red Dress and its impressive amount of guns.

"Councilman Green, I have to inform you that Miss Blonde wanted me to pass on a message for you. The gentleman in your company, he is capable of force fear and drain life. Find him a place to focus and let him use fear upon the command deck and ship, once that is done you'll have to fight your way through droids to claim the ship." The first mate of the Red Dress said to [member="Romeo Sin"] and [member="KeCholo"] hoping that they could get the hulk under control soon.

[member="Irys Arist'lar"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Back on the surface Miss Blonde and her ships were holding off the swarm of droids rather well. With their various heavy weapons and make shift gun emplacements along with the air support the clankers weren't much of a match for them. Blonde was even having a bit of a ball, they were essentially shooting a force of droids that had no battlefield commander and simply following what their programs told them to do. Which was not going to rival someone who had spent a good part of their life on a battlefield.

"Take it all boys!" Blonde yelled out to the astromech units.

And that's exactly what they did. Hundreds of star fighters were starting to lift up and fly their way off planet away from the fleet battle that focused the entirety of the TU's defenses. The hijacked ships would hit hyperspace and they would be the first catch of the day for the black ties. From jackals, to drop ships, to other small craft the astromechs were taking them and flying off. There were still a few thousand droids hustling deeper into the air field and finding ships.

Hopefully once they were done here they could move on towards another target. But what was beginning to upset Blonde was that Isley hadn't shown up yet with his fleet or his men, they were out here handling it without them.

 

[Nyx]

As the Atrisians charged the droid army, she did her best to stay out of the way. She was a slicer, a thief, not a warrior by any stretch of the imagination. It was best if she simply stayed out of the way.
What she didn’t expect was an older man to stand near her, his eyes guarded as his hands stayed on the hilt of his vibrokatana. She kept expecting him to move on, to join his comrades, but he didn’t. He just stood there, staring at her.
”Uhm. . . Don’t you have something better to do?” He just stared at her, not understanding. Great. These guys didn’t understand Basic. Neanderthals.
She switched to Atrisian, the words foreign upon her tongue, but not unfamiliar.
”Is there a reason you’re standing next to me instead of you know, doing warrior stuff?”
He pointed to her, then to his sword. Oh. He was guarding her. Amazing. Now she had a space samurai following her around. So much for stealth, she supposed.

With a sigh, she began making her way to the control center, her guardian behind her. She managed to avoid the targeting systems of the droids, her implant casting a sort of shadow over herself. She was invisible to them.
She made it to the center, but found it closed. Great.
She turned to the guy.
”I need a few minutes to crack this. Keep ‘em off me, would ya?”
[member="James Justice"]
[member="Seanna Vel"]

 

[James Justice]

"It is an honor to fight beside you," Katsumoto said to James.

The spacer nodded before raising his weapon, "Right, you too."

He began firing off rounds, picking the droids off and lightening the mellee for the warriors around him. With a mighty cleave, Ujio took down the last battle droid within the room. He let out a victorious shout, echoed by the others inside. He and Katsumoto turned to charge into the mass outside. As long as they kept the doorway, there would be nothing to stop them. A task that was more than easy for the warriors. They formed a multi-ringed semi-circle around the door. The Tortoise formation. Wariors from the innermost circles near the door provided covering fire with their arrows, damaging and slowing the droids. Those past them used their spears to stab and slow the droids down, and the outer rings used their katanas to wear away what was left. A lifetime of practice reduced it into a simple mechanics, these men and women operated as well oiled machine.

James's helmet gave him a pig notification and the spacer stepped out of the firing zone, "What?"

"We just arrived sir," said a voice on the other line.

"Who all was able to make it?" James shouted back over the din of combat.

"Order's End, the 4Shadow-class Cruisers, 2 Wasp B Heavy Cruiser, the 2 PulseFlare-class Heavy Cannon Cruisers, 20 of the Meridian Frigates, and our fighter detachements, sir," the voice answered.

"Do you have the dropships?" James shouted.

"Yes, indeed sir."

"Drop the Cardinal Comany 2nd Rangers on my position, now, give us support. Move to assist the Black Ties, you got the bombers?" James shouted.

"Yes, sir."

"I want you to deploy those hammers, shatter them in mass."

"Yes sir."

The line fizzled for a moment before James was in touch with [member="Miss Blonde"], "The heavy ships are here, miss, tell me where you want them most."

In space, a swarm of Hammerhead bombers, thick as flies came tearing at the defense platforms. Their job was simple--unload a payload with maximum efficiency as quickly as possible, return back to reload. Repeat. The first wave weaved their way through the cutting massive heavy cannon fire with ease. Each bomber did its job, unleashing a hail of murder without mercy or discrimination on their enemy targets.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

[member="KeCholo"]

Romeo nodded as he moved in front of the man, drawing on the darkside of the force as he place his hands forward. "You may...wanna back up." The darkside bent to Romeo's will as his hunger began to grow. Red arcs a energy shot out, coiling over every being in the hangar, draining them of life, and fueling his own.

"THIS IS THE POWER OF THE DARKSIDE!" He roared.

Why would anyone give Romeo the okay to go all evil on a ship, he would never know, but if Pat was okay with it...no...if she wanted it...he would do it.

 

[KeCholo]

[member="Romeo Sin"]

In only a moment or so, Ke'Cholo would have the main hanger's doors and airlocks sealed prohibiting any further aircraft from joining the fight. He made sure to lock the doors, and blast the controls so no one else could open them. Ke'Cholo turned back around to see Mr. Passion sucking the life forces out of the people in the hanger, except the Urko. The Urko saw the sheer power of the man, and some were even scared. However, they continued on destroying the ships. In the unlikely even the hanger was to open again, there would be no one to exit.

Ke'Cholo motioned for the Dark Jedi and the strike team to follow. He headed to the back of the hanger, a large cargo elevator. Once everyone was inside, the mercenary ordered the elevator to head straight up to the bridge. He assumed several Urko teams were already bombarding the bridge and it's captain.

[member="Irys Arist'lar"]

 

[Thane Drexel]

[member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Stardust"]

Location: On your Six No Eyes

Falling out of hyperspace, Thane fired the thrusters on his Saint Kinetic Bomber/Fighter, the AMF and rocketed into formation.

"Blast it all, I spilled some!" Came the voice of the Benefactor over the Rogue Comms.

Thane looked down to his lap where a splotch of whiskey now soaked into his flight suit, making it appear like he'd messed his trousers. What luck, day 1 being back, and he forgot to put his drink in a travel mug. Thane was a bit rusty in that department, he'd spent the last few months behind a desk, trying to tally up the remainder of his forces with Krasnaya's departure.

Rogue Two standing by Blue Eyes!

It was nice to be doing something that didn't involve miles of paperwork, but he'd still need to keep his head.

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

OOC/ So just to recap the two unshielded frigates being fired at by a 3km battlecruiser are fine and you didn't even give me the common decency of waiting for a reply before posting twice? I'm done with your god moding and lack of respect I'm afraid, especially after your attitude in the PM You're not having any of the ships I put the effort in to develop. Feel free to carry on, Isley I'm sure is content for you to steal any of his things. [member="KeCholo"]

[member="Miss Blonde"] you've been perfectly reasonable throughout Have fun and all the best with the new faction.

"Firestorm protocol," Captain At’el called out across the bridge. There was a series of low pops as the primed explosives took out key components in the hyperdrive systems. "All hands evacuate, scuttle the ship."

All across the bridge officers placed their final orders and then hit the purge keys on pieces of equipment. Rather than a destructive process the crypto chips were burned out, rendering the controls useless. Point defences would carry on firing as the ship entered a rapidly decaying orbit to drop the wreckage over an uninhabited sector of the world, the reactor fuel was jettisoned to prevent any significant explosion. Escape pods started to launch, though much of the crew had already died from gas.

Outside the vessel rogue squadron would still have their work cut out for them. Nearly a hundred gunships and a hundred and fifty fighters and bombers had been launched from the collateral hulk and stations alone.

 

[Miss Blonde]

OOC: I profusely apologize for the actions of my member and I hope for the best in your future stories and threads. If you want to keep writing with me I'd love to keep going, it's been a lot of fun (and I hate fleeting) if not we'll be responsible with whatever else our faction is looting. Again deeply sorry, and I hope we can still have fun.

"Councilman Green, we are going to commence fire upon the Hulk. A ship that size even hitting a relatively small portion of the planet might cause hundreds of deaths, if not the low thousand range and I will not have Miss Blonde gut me over their deaths. We will keep your hanger intact but you and Passion have a few minutes to evacuate." The Red Dress commander said to [member="KeCholo"] as the ship began to fall back through the atmosphere.

Normally criminals didn't care if people got hurt, really they didn't. And while Miss Blonde didn't care if cops or guards died she did give a damn about civilians for both moral and business reasons. They didn't deserve to die because she wanted something stolen, and the deaths of civilians often brought a lot of heat, heat that they certainly didn't need.

So the Red Dress would leave the cruisers and the frigates to finish off the remaining stations, it wouldn't take them long and once they were out of the way they could rip the incoming fleet to shreds from both sides. But first they had some people to save.

"Firing solutions?" the first mate asked the weapons analyst on the ship.

"All warheads have been launched sir, we don't have the missiles to blow apart the station. We'd need to focus all our fire power on the edges and work our way in while Councilman Green makes his escape. By my calculations we should be able to remove enough of it to have the rest burn up in atmosphere." The analyst responded.

"Make it so."

The Red Dress would then break itself off from the attack on the defense platforms and start to fire on the hulk breaking away large sections and pieces hoping to minimize and negate damage done to the planet. Villagers, farmers, and nomadic people didn't deserve to die like that. So they proceeded and they would do their best to rip the hulk apart. It was disappointing that they wouldn't get the ship, but it would be more so if innocent people died because they failed to obtain it.

"Councilwoman Miss Blonde, it appears the Union has initiated an omega protocol on the Hulk. We're attempting to minimize damage to the planet, further orders?" The man asked his employer.

"Ensure our people get off the ship and then move drop crews to hit other docks for capital ships across the planet."

[member="Romeo Sin"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Irys Arist'lar"] [member="KeCholo"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Juwiela Melec"]

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

Gear in Bio

Cyrus was late...again, he wasn't good at paying attention to when the action started off.

And so, as he found his myself on the ground, inside a Black Tie Dropship, he exited with his gear and armor, the sounds of combat were everywhere. This shot adrenaline into Cyrus' veins, waking him from the groggy feeling everyone had when woken from a nap.

Looking about, Battledroids were engaging BT troopers, that meant there were toys to steal. Moving along the edge of the landing platform, he found a service hatch that lead underneath the platform. Following the route until it ended at another service door, he slid it open as quietly as he could. Peering out to spot any potential threats inside the hallway. At his feet rolled a mouse droid, presumably on its way to a duty or task on a preprogrammed schedule. He scooped it up, ducked back into the hatch and with a knife, slipped it into its port and popped the top off the droid. Pulling out his datapad and some plugs, he began slicing into the mouse droids software. Being a standard issue mouse droid, it's firewalls were weak as newborns. Easily bypassing and even squelching a couple, he was in and began downloading the layout of the area. It had to know where it's little wheels were going right?

After that, he wipes the droids short term memory bank and sent it back on its merry way. It chirped as it scampered back to its task, as if peeved it had been stalled. Once in the hallway, he used his datapad to guide him to the control tower. After ducking a few guards and silently asphyxiating a few others, he arrived at his destination. Once there, he used the mouse droids program to unlock the command console. A few touches on the keys and he had access to cameras, security comms, and the security protocol controls. Which gave him access to the droids stationed on base. So much for the Techno Union being very tech smart. I mean, come on, who just leaves their bases abandoned save for a skeleton crew and a few hundred, defenseless battle droids.

Cyrus began the task of uploading the Black Tie IFF into the Droids programming, so they'd leave his allies alone and focus on the remnants of the TU security. This would take some time as the programming was well imbedded into their hard drives, he'd need a few minutes. Before he got started, he placed a mine by the door and set the detonator by the keypad. The VT-200 electro mine would disable any droids, or organic types in an instant.

Sending a ping to [member="Miss Blonde"], he alerted her of his success in accessing security protocols and that he was working on the droids.

 

[KeCholo]

''Affirmative, I'm commencing exit of the ship.'' Ke'Cholo radioed back to [member="Miss Blonde"] as he went back into the freighter. Inside, he retrieved several pounds of heavy-duty, military grade, thermite intended to enter the bridge. Since that wasn't going to work, he and the Urkos threw several of the packages against the sealed lock. The packages were arranged in a door pattern and were strapped on with magnets and several other devices. After 30 seconds of creating the specific pattern, Ke'Cholo threw his lit cigar against the material and it ignited creating a very bright light and orange sparks.

The cutting worked, however the door would need a bit of assistance. This is when Ke'Cholo entered the freighter and commenced hover mode. He then gunned the area the thermite had cut through, blasting the durasteel chunk out and into the sky. The vessel had already descended into the higher atmosphere of the planet. He assumed Blonde was already firing on the vessel, so he had to act fast.

During this, the Urko were busy pouring all the available fuel onto the floors, taking special care to cover the entire surface. Once this extremely easy task was finished, they boarded the landed shuttle and clothed themselves with wingsuits, parachutes, and breathing masks. This unit happened to be one of the premier marine units of Ke'Cholo's mercenary army.

''This is a worst case scenario, this is what you were trained for.'' Ke'Cholo said to the 30~ Urko that stood in front of him. He gave them a thumbs up, and the Urko filed out of the door and into the sky. Once everyone was out, including [member="Romeo Sin"], Ke'Cholo would light a match and start the fuse connected to a combination of thermite and explosoves.

Ke'Cholo lept out of the vessel and turned around just in time to see the hanger erupt in a firestorm of thermite, fuel, and explosives. The explosion was so powerful, it impacted the entire ship,mangling it.

''That's what happens when you kark with me!'' Ke'Cholo would comm to his unit, Miss Blonde, and Qaeth.

 

[Seanna Vel]

[member="The Black Hat"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Miss Blonde"]

Hearing the Black Hat her words to hold them off.

Fat Hutt mud, I'll get them out of your way Hat"

Doing what she did best that was to cut down all with her shakams as she let them cut through there heads, doing the as she found them easy targets. Finding herself able to do what was needing as she used her other hand for of the lighting zapping the little buggers as then shorted. It was her movement in her new armor that made her a sight to be hold in battle as it may, soon as she was shouting makeing sure that Hat cute butt was covered.

Hows it coming, my Lady Hat?

 

[Miss Blonde]

On the ground everything was going smoothly, the droid army was being pushed back and astromech droids were pushing up. This continued as more and more fighters were being taken and lifted up into the air to escape the system to head towards the rally zone. They had penetrated the deeper parts of the airfield and were now getting to the larger and better vehicles. From various drop ships, gunboats, and small capital ships the droids were taking the smaller ships first once they cleared the star fighters. However Blonde had a few particular ships in mind, and they were on the other end of the airfield.

"Get me a drop ship, and a crew of droids." Blonde said with a very deadly tone.

The woman waited for a moment and a dropship touched down in front of her and she quickly boarded it to see the beeping and buzzing of multiple astromech and worker droids that would do the job she needed done.

The ship lifted up and the woman pushed the gunner off the E-Web and started to mow down various droids as the ship flew overhead. The ship went against multiple stolen ships being carried out by the other astromechs on the ground.

But her ship grew closer and she came across her first catch that sitting in a dry dock on the ground which was a scientel class cruiser that was on her list of to dos while at the air yard.

 

[Ova Ziss]

TC-SC was entering Roon's atmosphere when he came across what appeared to be a dogfight going on between what he recognized as the Collaterahulk and a number of strange ships. He maneuvered his I.M.D. Eagle MK I closer to investigate. As he did so, he saw one of the [irate ship Red Dress (@Miss_Blonde ' s starship) blast off a piece of the Collateralhulk. The pieces plummeted into Roon's atmosphere, towards many innocent people. The droid could only watch with shocked panic as the pieces fell, caught fire and disappeared onto the planet's surface. The droid would not allow such a thing to happen to his home, and to the place where he had been born many centuries ago. He had only just arrived, but--as his life had gone thus far--there was a new battle waiting as soon as he got there. The droid fired up the Eagle's thrusters and shot up towards the Red Dress, firing two homing missiles at its port side. TC-SC swerved off to the side and then lined up with the stern of the ship, following the Red Dress at a brisk speed from behind. TC-SC kept a close watch for turbolasers: he was ready to dodge as soon as they engaged him.

As the Eagle drifted closer to Roon's atmosphere, TC-SC could see some unusual activity coming from below. It looked like a military raid was taking place. However, it didn't take away his focus on the Red Dress. He concentrated fire on the ship's underbelly, trying to hit its thrusters with a barrage of laser fire.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Miss Blonde and her team of droids touched down in front of the cruiser and she quickly had her team of droids open up the empty cruiser and head inside. Their job was to the bridge and take control, the droids had already finished wrapping up stealing thousands of fighters and now the few remaining hundred droids were wheeling their way towards the capital yard a few hundred meters behind Blonde.

The woman would start to designate targets in the capital yard to steal and get off world. Her goal was to retrieve ships that were designed by [member="Isley Verd"] and have them returned to him, he helped her get the Red Dress back and now it was time for her to repay the favor of getting his stuff back.

"Get those droids up here! We don't have too much longer, we're pulling out soon!" Blonde yelled on her comms.

Moving away from the cruiser the droid's quickly found the bridge and lifted the large cruiser off the ground in a heavy gale of wind and force.

She'd have to keep going to ensure the fleet had everything they needed to keep their organization afloat.