Triffis Drifters [CIS Dominion of Triffis Hex T-41]

[Lirka Ka]

What was fear to an ancient? A rare sight. That's what it was.

There was no hesitance in the Sephi as they continued their relentless march forward. Blades humming with barely contained energy, murder set into each of their eyes: murder, and vengeance for fallen kin. The sound of blaster fire was all that was needed to set the warriors off into a killing frenzy once again:

"Cor saes! Leave none alive!"

And with Lirka roared command they launched themselves at the droids, uncaring as blaster bolts harmless absorbed against their Dura Armor or were simply reflected off into the darkness. Plasma Filament lined shined ever brighter in the caverns, the tight confines meaning little to those nimble warriors who proved themselves time and time again to have an elegance far from befitting of what seemed like little more than brutes. Navigating their way through the confines with little effort: then their blades went to work, Droideka, B1, or anything unlucky enough to be stuck in between was obliterated under the stabs and slashes of those blades. Their metal bodies entirely unable to stand between Lirka and her cadre's vengeance.

[member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]

 

[Aspect of Defiance]

[member="Josiah Denko"] | [member="Lirka Ka"] | [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Srina Talon"]

Droids continued to overwhelm the ground crew. As long as the communication between the Fortressa and the underground facility remained in tact the virus would continue to spread. Fortunately for those who had entered the massive opening the droids poured out of, they were nearing closer and closer to the tacitly. If they could shut down the command center, the droids might just be able to be shut down as well.

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

Together, Allya and the Sephi pushed back the droids, and went through, leaving nothing but scrap on the ground. But, she was growing tired. She hadn't been controlling herself as well as she should have. However, hands clenched into a fist, and anger and rage boiled inside her, easing the fatigue, growing the power inside her, clearing her mind. Vexia had a single goal: Protect. And by the kriffing force, no one, especially not damned droids, would stop her, and harm her people.

The rage swarmed around her like a palpable fog, eyes showing the corruption she was letting swarm through her. Passion was like a fire, when let out of control it destroyed everything, but, when controlled, it could protect. A deep breath was taken, as she backed off, and just let this level of rage fill her, mixing the anger, hate, rage, and passion with a minor Jedi meditation technique, to keep it boiling, but not boiling over.

In a flash she launched herself forward, lightsaber humming, and clashing as it sliced through the droids standing in their way. She knew, she only survived the initial part of that confrontation because of Lirka and her people. Vexia would get stronger, Allya would get more experienced, she would utterly destroy everything in her path. A soft growl came from under her helmet.

Once they pushed passed the droidekas, the group entered a large cavern filled with hundreds of droids, all surrounding one much larger droid that was burrowing to the surface to create a new droid hill. In the back a factory was pumping out droids, ever increasing the number in the room. Dirt, and rock fell from the ceiling, showing they didn't have much time.

“Warrior. I am not so arrogant as to think I can command you. So instead I will ask.” She points at the factory. “Will you make that stop existing? There is enough glory to go around, but I don't think I have the brute strength needed to break through the duracrete and Durasteel, and keep the droids off.”

Her voice was humble, admitting openly the Sephi's strength was greater than her own.....for the moment. With that, the horde began to descend upon them, and the massive digger swung down a leg at the group. Allya used a mixture of force speed and force jump to drive into the swarm, letting her momentum carry her, blade slashing through countless metal bodies as she forced a hole in their ranks. She headed straight for the giant droid, that she knew would kill countless unless they managed to stop it here.

Blaster bolts glanced off her armor, making her wince, but she didn't slow down even for a moment. It would hold. Or she would die here. But she would not die without taking them all down with her.

[member="Lirka Ka"]

 

[Rashae]

As the Pathfinder got close and slid against Snoopy's form the man forgot all else as he smiled wickedly as she spoke and made sure to meet her body with his firmly. His hands found their way to er hips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. And then bam. She dropped him cold. He looked dumb founded for a few seconds before he just started laughing. The girl could play the game really well. “right you are pathfinder. “ He said still laughing at himself, the situation and everything. She got him good that was for sure.

He leaned on a wall to the side till they needed his skillset, meanwhile his head turned this way and that to listen. It was still far too quiet for his comfort.

The Engineers were making headway as there was a lot of conversation between the crew physically working on the reactor and the control room where the computers were. Parts were replaced. Welding done and reinforcement to the reactor shell was complete. Initial testing was starting to take place as the reactor could be heard making noise. When one of the engineers in the control room went thumbs up, the lead engineer nodded as he spoke in the communicators in their earpiece. Then all of a sudden the reactor came on and started churning. The Engineers were watching levels and was the rate of conversation back and forth raised again as everyone of the engineering team held their breath.

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“Pathfinder Antares, when I find out who it is, it will be my pleasure to send you their way. “ She would say. “I will let you know when we have a solution. Minister Lovous over and out. “ She ended the transmission like that.

The Minster of War's tractor beam was buying them time. Rashae had gotten out of the chair and was pacing back and forth. She had a datapad in her hand to go over reports. She would look over at the containment unit on one of the hanger bays that they used to house the experiment with the virus. A closed network system. It was perhaps thirty minutes passed as it seemed the raven haired beauty could feel the crawl of time go through her like molasses in a freezing january.

Then the click of the door to the containment unit announced its opening as Rashae's head snapped hard over towards that door. Mister Beavus came out with a smile on his face.

“Well?” Rashae would say impatiently as her head held high and an expectation in her face.

“We got it. We can start broadcasting it but isolated units are going to need it manually installed. “ He handed her a small device that was used to plug in and install things. “They just plug it in and the program will do the rest. “

He didnt bother explaining the solution much to her relief. It was something to do with changing the prime directive that shouldnt have happened. A lot of things shouldnt have happened and she was not going to pretend to understand their jargon on computer language. It was like listening to her brothers all over again. There was an inward cringe to that.

The delicate hand went to her earpiece. “Pathfinder Antares we have a solution the crew here can start broadcasting but .. we may need to manually Install this down below and other isolated systems. “ She said to the blade as to update her. “Bring my armor .. dont argue with me. Armaments now. “ You can hear the irritated sigh from the Minister.

“Mister Snoopy, get the transport ready and pick me up here. “ She would demand. "advise the medical crew the Minister will be coming down. "

"Exarch Talon we are bringing down a solution to the droid issue. ETA ten minutes. " She was already in an alcove getting her armor on. she had a bracelet on each wrist that would turn into throwing knives. A hold out pistol designed for her ineptness at blasters was at the side. The rest was designed for medical in combat.

The computer science team was soon at their department sending the update in a broadcast to any systems that could still take the broadcast.

Armor -- http://starwarsrp.net/topic/113226-rashaegam/?hl=rashae

Bracelets -- http://starwarsrp.net/topic/110960-rashaekal-rashae-blades/?hl=rashae

hold out pistol -- http://starwarsrp.net/topic/109709-cmp-doctor-holdout-disruptor-pistol/?hl=rashae




[member="Scherezade deWinter"] -- [member="Taramaz Laurs"] -- @Lapkahip Mordulla

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | Leather Pants | Honey Boo Prototype Combat Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Hidden Wrist Blades | Knight Obsidian Sword | 4 Glitter Bullets
Location: The Fortressa
Tags: [member="Rashae"] [member="Taramaz Laurs"] [member="Labkahip Mordulla"]

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Madalena nodded as the Twi'lek drank the potion, and removed another one so she could throw it at Tamaraz, making a mental note to hit the store in the near future since she only had one of these potions left. She'd never had to drink one of them, though it seemed to always having them on her person tended to save lives anyway.

"I can't sit and wait for anything," the curvaceous woman answered, "that just increases the probability of the stupid droids winning. Can't let 'em have that." Sighing, she wiped her forehead on the back of her arm. "Labkarhip Mordulla," she repeated her name and nodded, "the engineers might need help with the reactor. If not there's a nearby room with more engineers that are working on it through the comps. If you can help either group, that'd be great. IF not, grab a blaster and help get people to the ships. There are too many droids aboard for us to be able to put all of them down."

But the sound. The sound caught her by surprise. Madalena spun round, realizing the reactor was working. Her face broke into one of the biggest smiles of relief ever known to mankind, and she had to keep herself from yelping out loud with excitement. Unless the droids came back to this part of the ship, the Fortressa was going to keep floating for at least another day.

Turning her attention back to the comlink,

"Other isolated systems?" she asked, blinking. Did that mean… "so one on the Fortressa, and one planet-side." Krak. Krak! "Ma'am, I highly advice against you going plant-side. The situation there is worse than it is aboard the Fortressa and you're supposed to be someone under our protection."

But she wasn't waiting. Hot Dog was on the move, following orders, and Madalena was half marching half running right by him, "I don't know what your background is, MLR, but we can't really do without a Head Honcho of Science, even if you do have combat training."

Hot Dog ws strting the ship. Madalena strapped in right by him. "So my suggestion is this; come to the Fortressa. Let me take whatever is needed down bel-"

BOOM

The explosion ripped a scream of surprise from Madalena. She had not seen it coming. Droids were swarming back into the hangar now, just as Hot Dog was taking off. The transport was thankfully protected enough, but coming back was not going to be so easy.

"Rabid droids on us!" she screamed into the comlink, "Labkarhip, Tamaraz, I need you two in the hangar bay to clear it out before we come back with the Minister of Science!"

 

[Rashae]

Rashae strode out in her armor with her helmet under her arm. It was white with purple lining as was the confederacy colors. She stood out like a beacon as her raven hair fell down to her butt and flared out like a battle standard of its own. She got onto the transport as Snoopy l anded sideways and prepared to take off again. Computer Science updated on what and who received the broadcast. The fortressa was completely sh ut down to communications. 'Crap.'

“Mister Snoopy, efficient as usual. “ She said as she sat down. Despite snoopy's Casanova personality, Rashae valued his piloting skills. “Pathfinder Antares, pleasure to meet you. “ The Minister would say calm cool and collected. She put the program chip into one of the many compartments on her armor. She sat down and strapped herself in as she knew how the pilot flew his craft.

“Shall we get to the Fortressa. May need to get to the central computer so this update can spread as quickly as possible. Or even engineering, that would work too. “ She said as the minister understood that much. She had brothers who were computer geeks and some of it did rub off over the years to their sister.

She shifted channels as she continued conversing with several departments including her teams on the surface but she tried to reach the Exarch. “Exarch Talon, we need to know where the main computer system is on the surface to input a program for an update to the droids. Unless the broadcast my computer science team is trying to send out can be received.“ She would request.

“Right you are Minister. “ With that lopsided smile on the long lanky pilot. “Alright beautiful? You hanging in there?” He would say to the pathfinder. She might be out of his league but didnt mean he stopped looking. “hang on tight ladies. “ As he took off to head back. “we might be headed back into a poodoo show. “ Boldly did this pilot go into this hazard. Rashae looked on without any fear.


The corvettes were slowing down on evacuating the Fortressa. They were porting over wounded more than refugees now. The soldiers that Rashae's Command ship had would be ferried over in return trips to help deal with the droid issue. The four corvettes on planet side would land, ubtain wounded and lift off. The medical speeder bikes remained there as they zoomed around to gather wounded and bring them to a staging area till the corvettes came back. The corvettes had a staggered system where at least one or two corvettes were always on the ground. Patients were tagged in a triage system set up by Rashae. Red were critical and needed to go immediately to one of the medical frigates. yellow were moderately wounded and could wait a little bit. Green were walkie talkies. They had a wound but it wasnt life threatening. Some of those could even help with other wounded. orange was for lost children who were not necessarily physically wounded but needed care due to their age. Rashae made a point to make sure that lost children were gathered. The blue team did the front work of documenting and supply handling. Anyone coming across one of the corvette's locations would find a systematic organization working like a well oiled m achine amongst the chaos. it seemed organized chaos but it was efficient.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"] -- [member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | Leather Pants | Honey Boo Prototype Combat Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Hidden Wrist Blades | Knight Obsidian Sword | 4 Glitter Bullets
Location: The Fortressa
Tags: [member="Rashae"] [member="Taramaz Laurs"] [member="Labkahip Mordulla"]

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Madalena stared at MRL for a few moments. It was clear that the minister hadn't been in battle in the last hour or few; for one thing, she was clean. Madalena, covered in droid oil, sweat, and blood, figured she barely even looked human. Probably more like a mechanic at the end of the shift, though without the buttcrack cleavage, since her armor was standing good. The leather pants were tattered at this point, showing off skin that was endlessly covered in various stab marks and scratches, but that could wait. She could go deep dive into tanks of colto and bacta later, when they were done.

"The main computer system would be in the droid factory," Madalena said quietly as she looked at the map of what the planet-side looked like. It was… Well, it could be easy getting there, but when was anything ever easy? Even if they landed right above the factory, they were going to have to deal with Force knew how many droids were in the vicinity.

Receiving the readings from the Fotressa, the Pathfinder could only shake her head. "Hot Dog, we can't use the same hangar. It's still droid-filled," she sighed. "There's another one on the same level but it's a longer walk, which means more potential exposure to rabid droids."

"Guys, I need you to meet us and a few engineers on this place on the ship," she sent over the com to [member="Taramaz Laurs"] and [member="Labkahip Mordulla"]. Extra protection was always good.

A few minutes later, the vessel that Hot Dog had been flying emptied out. Thankfully, the second hangar was still droid free… For now.

Walking over to the corner of the hangar, Madalena inspected the drop ship. "MRL," she called out, "I think that's our best shot of getting to the planet, unless we can afford to stop your medical ships and what they're doing and taking one of them."

There was little time to lose. Following the coordinates on the holomap, Madalena punched in where the dropship was supposed to land, and she and the Minister climbed in. Hot Dog would be remaining behind with the rest of the crew and help take care of the antivirus aboard the Fortressa.

The first few minutes were calm enough. Or as calm as they could be inside a dropship that rattled and shook like it was nobody's business. And then the light around them began to change, from the inky skies that made up the 'verse, to a lighter color. They were in armo'.

And something about the way the drop ship was shaking now was unnatural.

Or maybe she was just imagining things. Madalena was just about to ask MRL if she had a clue about these things, when movement caught her eye.

Spider droid.

Rabid spider droid.

Her seatbelt removed, Madalena launched at the damned thing. It was quick. Almost too quick. She was bouncing and tumbling all around, attempting to tear the droid apart with her arms. There wasn't enough room to ignite her saber or shoot a blaster in the dropship, not unless she wanted to take away some of its walls as well and expose both herself and MRL to the burning heat of atmosphere.

The droid, however, had other plans. From its little hidden belly it began to shoot. Madalena couldn't tell at the speed at which she had to react if they were blaster shots or plasma shots or anything else. All she knew was that suddenly there was a crack on the wall of the dropship, and the heat was coming in fast.

The drop ship was definitely doing unnatural stuff now, like spinning wildly out of control, and the damned spider droid was still shooting its beam.

Madalena screamed as a blue light began to cover her. She had ignited a Force Barrier, as her armor was definitely not going to be enough to protect her from what was happening. With another scream she grabbed the droid, managing to smash him against the wall of the drop ship several times. The good bit, was that she managed to push him out of the ship.

The bad bit was that it came with a chunk of the wall. There was absolutely nothing protective around the woman now, and the ground was coming on fast.

Madalena looked at the Minister, noting that her armor was holding up, protecting her.

"I hope that thing comes with a secret jetback in the shoes or something," she mumbled as she grabbed the Minister and hit the controls, opening the door. It would do them no good to land while still inside the drop pod. They had to get out.

Wind engulfed them, the ground coming fast. They were close enough to the droid factory so that they could maybe hopefully land close enough to it. Madalena's fingers dug into the Minister's and she closed her eyes, the barrier was still around her, but even through its soft blueness, the wounds beneath could be seen; burned skin, smoking in some parts. She didn't feel the pain yet, the adrenaline of the fight and the fall doing their thing. But oh, she was going to suffer once she had a moment to calm down.

It was a trick. She had seen her brother do it. She had seen other men with eyes like hers do it. All it would take was concentration. Or so, she hoped and prayed. But the fall was too quick at this point. They had made their way with no break starting at the Fortressa, and Madalena had begun to slow there descent down too late. There was no emergency brake on this thing.

Pushing the Minister away from her, Madalena put most of her effort into slowing the other woman's descent down. She had the antivirus, after all. She could make a run for it into the factory.

The wind was whooshing by her ears, her loose hair slapping her face, the ends scratching it even further. There was simply not enough time.

At the last moment though, Madalena managed to both make the Minister land not entirely too brutally, and push herself upwards back into the sky. The fall that came after that, while painful, was not as bad as it could have been.

Except for the part where she angled herself wrong and landed on her shoulder. The scream that came out of her as she heard bones explode was ear-deafening, and she could've sworn that the pain meant broken ribs and maybe a lung to say goodbye to as well.

That was not a good fall. Not. At. All.

 

[Rashae]

Her armor was meticulously taken care of as the Minister required a pristine appearance. She knew she looked like she hadnt been in a whole lot of conflict. It wasnt like soldiers or blades or those who were in the thick of battle but she had been on the fringes and in fairly significant danger herself. Science did not happen on its own. Rashae was one determined lady. Those icy blues would look at Antares right in the eyes without flinching. “you might want me to take care of that when we get a chance. “ She would say pointing to the superficial injuries she had sustained.

The minister would stride off of the transport with Snoopy's help as she took his hand delicately and stepped out with class. She gave a copy of the update to the lead engineer or to Taramuz or Lap which ever one was taking the reins of the Fortressa getting the update. She put her helmet on as Madelena was programming coordinates into the drop ship. The sound of it creating an enclosed space could be heard. The heads up display was impressive with how many mini screens she had available to see what she needed to from geographical, medical to astrophysics and environmental readings.

Things started out as smoothly as any drop ship would. It was incredibly bouncy but then Ardgal's drop ships got her used to that. Then after a few moments it got bouncier and irradict. She was trying to see if she could get the ship computers to tell her anything before the spider showed up. Rashae screamed as it started attacking and screamed again louder as the ship careened into a spiral heading to crash. The armor got hit a few times with the blaster of the droid spider. While the doctor winced, it didn't penetrate the armor.

It would take a few moments for the scientist to push a button on one of her bracelets for it to turn into a throwing dagger that was of a unique design. She slashed out if the legs of the spider got near. She possibly cut one or two of the spider legs off before the Pathfinder threw it out of the drop ship. Rashae was still strapped in which didn't last long. The heat, radiation and other atmosphere factors did not affect her as the seal and the armor was keeping her stable.

“jump.. you cant be serious?” But she didn't see another option.

When she was asked if there was a jetpack in her armor. “actually there is. I have never used it thou.........” and they were in the air. Rashae screamed again clutching onto Madelena with everything she had. She had a white knuckle grip on the blade and her arms was trying to do a death grip on the Pathfinder. Rashae was not a fighter or combatant by any means. She did have bravery and courage but she was a doctor and a scientist. These sorts of things like jumping out of rapidly falling ships are likely to unsettle her nerves.

Rashae tried to figure out how the jetpack part worked. They seemed to slow down a bit as the pathfinder shifted the Doctor above her. The ground was coming rapidly fast and the poor scientist panicked trying to find the control system for the jetpack. But too late they hit hard. Rashae went black for a few moments as she bounced a couple of times to one side. It only lasted a few moments as Madelena's screams roused her back to consciousness. Rashae sat up with a wince as she just knew she had some good bruising here and there. The armor was holding up though. Ardgal did know how to make armor well. It took her a breath or two to move that sore body to get to the Pathfinder.

She would carefully take off her helmet and start working on her. “easy Pathfinder. “ as her medical systems that she did know how to use would scan the lady and provide her with diagnostic information. The doctor went about to stabilize her. “get you something for pain because what I got to do is going to hurt. “ She said to the woman. Rashae was all business as she put a hypo at the Pathfinder's throat and injected a rather strong pain killer. “Give that a second. Its still going to hurt. “ she didn't waste time as as she was saying that she got the armor off of her chest and arm. Her arm was like a rag doll. She tapped into the corvettes frequency and the Exarch's frequency. “Raven, drop ship down. Pathfinder Antares is down. “

“are you alright Minister.” came in a strained message in as much as it sounded relieved.

“bruised but fine. Antares has multiple fractures of the arm shoulder and rib cage. Stablizing now but she is going ot need an evac. She cant move without risking the lung.. and its collapsed. “ She sighed as her diagnostics came in. “Frak.” She retrieved from the compartments in her suit as she said. “Pathfinder. I am sorry. “ a fraction of a second before she installed a device in the side of her chest that would go into the lung. An incredible amount of blood started coming out as Rashae tried to stabilize the lung. “Make her comfortable I will work on her personally when i'm done here. “

“Aye Minister. Raven is on its way. “ Said one of her medical employees.

She tended to the Pathfinder till one of the corvettes arrived with a medical staff who took over. “i'm headed to the central computer. Get her up to the command ship and into a surgical suite. “ She ordered as they took over her care.

Rashae made tracks to the droid factory. She looked on her datapad of the left arm for directions. “end this madness. If I find out who did that update, Antares wont be the only one he or she or it has to worry about. “ she k ind of said to no one but she might have been overheard. “im headed into the Factory.” she would say into coms. She sounded more than a little angry. The ice queen was an enigma of fire and ice. Her crew knew not to question her when she decided to do something. Especially with that look on her face as most didn't want either side from her.

She disappeared from the crew as she was headed into dangerous territory and she didn't really care. There were a few things people did not know about her. She was incredibly athletic. There were not a whole lot that could stop her when she was pissed. The woman could not stand bad manners. This situation has caused a lot of unnecessary chaos. The order she required was disrupted and that was very bad manners. She came across initial droid resistance as she threw her daggers with sonic mode on to cut through sensitive stuff. It looked sensitive to her. May take a throw or two to get the right sensitive stuff and even turned a droid into chop suey if she had to. It was slow but she was going to get to that computer.

She was sweating heavily as she dealt with the initial resistance. Then there was a bigger droid. For frak sake she thought as she returned the knives into bracelets. She looked at the thing as it noticed her. “oops. “ she looked around as she ran back and spotted a long pole like object. She picked it up and hefted the weight. She extended her arm at the rampaging big droid as she looked at the red lights that seemed central to the droid. She ran towards the droid and then threw the long pole like it was a javelin. She cant shoot but this woman can throw. Javelin champion of her academy days. She watched the javelin sail through the air and sink into where the droid had blinking red lights. It side stepped a little but it was still up. It was distracted enough where the Minister could run under its legs to get behind it. The scientist headed into the deeper areas of the factory.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"] -- [member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | Leather Pants | Honey Boo Prototype Combat Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Hidden Wrist Blades | Knight Obsidian Sword | 4 Glitter Bullets
Location: The Fortressa
Tags: [member="Rashae"] [member="Srina Talon"] + People on the ground

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Everything hurt. Everything was terrible. Pain shot through her body and it was worse than that time she electrocuted herself by accident because she was standing in a puddle of water while messing with a fork in the electrical socket (hard childhood, don't ask). Breathing was hard. She could feel the taste of blood rising in the back of her throat and she wanted to vomit but even the smallest of movements made everything even more worse.

She heard nothing of what was said or spoken around her. It was as though the pain that coursed through her body had its own volume. All she wanted was for the pain to stop.

Madalena could hear her heart beating. It was almost as though it was trying to beat properly, thudding in her ears. Everything around her was black. Sleeping? Dead? She wasn't sure. She felt as though she was opening her eyes in the darkness and was looking just into more of the inky black background. The only difference was that now the other woman was there. The woman from her nightmares. Her eyes glowed, just like Madalena's did, or perhaps stronger. Her hair was matted. She looked about as tired as Madalena felt.

"Sleeping, then?" Madalena asked.

The other woman nodded. It was always sleep when the two met each other. Usually, their meetings meant that Madalena was a few seconds from waking up screaming. But this time, the Pathfinder noted, there was nothing behind the other woman. The great big Nothing that always ate everything it touched was simply… Absent.

"It thinks you're about to die," the other woman explained, "it'll be back when it realizes you're staying alive. But you know your place, and I know mine. It won't touch you. Not while I'm here."

Holding her hand out, the other woman took Madalena's in her own. Only now did Madalena realize that they were of the same height. She looked over the other woman, studying her features, and noticed…

"It's not the first time you notice. Probably not the last," the other woman said with a shrug. "I wish I didn't have to do that. I wish I didn't have to do this. I wish a lot of things were different."

There were so many questions Madalena wanted to ask. Like why was she not waking up like from her night terrors now. Why was she not feeling the fear at all? Who was that other woman? Why was she telling her about her wishes but explaining nothing?

"Live," Scherezade whispered, "you're not allowed to die today. And now, forget."

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Madalena screamed as her eyes opened again. There were various things in her blood stream now, courtesy of MLR's staff. She was being carried, she knew. Other than the injuries sustained from the fights above and from the fall below, she could also feel that she had magically managed to stab herself with her own knives, either during the fall or during the crash landing. But that was god and familiar pain. She could handle that pain.

Breathing was challenging. The taste of blood was still in her mouth. But the pain… Yeah, it was still there. Dimmed, its volume turned down. Painkillers? She was going to have to ask for bottles of the stuff they'd given her.

Forcing herself to sit up, Madalena moved a bunch of equipment with her. People didn't like it. She didn't care.

"Pathfinder Antares, we're under specific orders to-"

No, she wasn't listening. The time to listen was over. She could see the entrance to the droid factory still. She wasn't far. It was moving one left first and then the other. Her chest hurt with every breath, but it didn't matter. She could sense where the Minister was, and she knew what was all too likely to happen if she got deep enough on her own.

It was strange. The world around her was a blur, but her gaze and attention became hyper focused. She was probably going to regret this later, and perhaps ask for a lung transplant after this was over too. It was almost inhuman. She, a slip of a girl from Coruscant, doing all these crazy things. She was going to write a book about it if she made it out alive.

It felt like an eternity later that she passed the javeline'd droid. Madalena smiled and nodded with approval, continuing to move forward, following the smell of MRL's blood. It didn't matter that she didn't actually bleed. The two women had spent enough time in close proximity to each other for Madalena to be able to pick the scent up through the Force and her blood hound abilities. She didn't even need a map at his point; she simply followed wherever the Minister had gone.

Her lightsaber lift into the air, and by control of telekinesis, hacked the droid's head off. It seemed so simply suddenly. Why hadn't she done that o all the rabid droids if she was so powerful? Shaking her head, the Pathfinder moved deeper and deeper into the factory, following the Minister's trail.

 

[Lirka Ka]

[member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]



Oh it was sweet violence, well about as sweet as repetitive violence could get: the Sephi always moved onwards with a vengeance barely comprehensible by the minds of those lesser lived races of the Galaxy. This horde of droids would satiate their vengeance some: blood demanded blood. So they say.

Lirka’s blank faces helm vaguely acknowledged the rat, turning to acknowledge her slightly before she stomped her boot onto the ground: using the force to bellow her command.

“Kai, saes air sai verdi!”

And with that they were off, uncaring as to the fate of the Mandalorian girl. Maybe, hopefully, there would be one less of that type of trash in the Galaxy. But no time for day dreams: now it was time to destroy. The nimble Sephi had little issue in their hunt to start trailing up the side of the booming factory, moving in for the weak interior machinery within. It was going to be a bloodbath.

 

[Rashae]

The medical crew of the Raven didn't know what to make of Antares getting up and stumble walk towards the factory as bad as she was. They didn't know what to say to the Minister that the patient just.. got up and left. Oh crap. They all looked at each other with worried glances and didn't dare launch away from the area. They awaited orders.

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“She what?!!” Said the minister in the echoing bowels of the darkened droid factory. “for frak sake alright. “ She ended the communication as she kicked at something.

She took a breath or two as she looked at the map she had on her wrist data pad. She would use something stronger next time. Why do those types always do that?

She was making enough noise that anyone could find her including the droids. The impact tremors and voice echoes would send the larger sentry droids towards their direction. She looked up and spotted where the computer central was located according to the map. She would have to climb up to that level though. She turned around in time to hear Antares coming up towards her.

"Pathfinder Antares i left specific orders for you to go to the command ship. its going to take surgery to get those bones back together. You march yourself right now and get your butt back to the Raven. " She commanded. She gasped as she looked over the woman's shoulder.

“Look out!! “ she would scream as her throwing daggers were in her hands still on sonic mode and thrown one then two successively towards the droid. It would tear up something on it. If it was important she didn't know but hopefully slowed it down for Antares as she recalled the daggers to her hand. The daggers were biometrically assigned to her signature to do so.

More was coming as she stood by the Pathfinder to neutralize these heavier droids. “i got to get up there to the computer room. “ She said to Antares. She was unsure to leave the woman as she only had one arm working and not in very good shape. She threw her daggers at more sensitive light blinking areas. If it was blinking she threw a knife at it. If it made beeping noise, she threw a knife at it. Rashae had no idea how these things were built or made. Between the two hopefully they neutralized enough for the minister to start up towards the lift.

She was up on the lift and up a level as she darted at a run towards the computer room. The Minister disappeared to get to the main console. Massive computer banks were behind her as she put the chip into the designated slot and it started downloading immediately. The heavy sentry droids were still coming. They hadn't stopped. Rashae checked the download was installing. “come on. “ She would say as she willed it, she wished it to go faster. Their impact tremors could be felt as they headed for the injured Pathfinder standing there with a lightsaber.

Then as if all at once, the droid seemed to straighten up and stop. Everything started to acknowledge the program. It rippled outwards like a tidal wave to the droid population. She breathed a sigh of relief. Rashae bowed her head as she felt the bruising she ha been ignoring. The scientist went to a window to yell down.

“Pathfinder Antares.. its done. “ She would say to her as she looked down. She got on communications. "Exarch the update has been uploaded into the central computer banks of the factory. We are showing droids are normalizing. " She would say as she hoped they would stay normalized.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"] -- [member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | Leather Pants | Honey Boo Prototype Combat Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Hidden Wrist Blades | Knight Obsidian Sword | 4 Glitter Bullets
Location: The Fortressa
Tags: [member="Rashae"] [member="Srina Talon"] + People on the ground

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She just had time to answer "no" to the Minister's demands before the warning came. Madalena half-ducked, unsure of whether she was missed by the daggers because the Minister knew how to throw or because her half-duck was quick enough. But she supposed it didn't matter.

More droids were approaching. "Then get up there," Madalena growled at the woman, "you have a job to do. I'll hold them back." It was probably not the right way to speak to a Minister. It was probably not any sort of way to speak to anyone who outranked you. But right now, that didn't matter. If the two of them died, no one would care that she'd said that. If one of them died, ditto. And if both lived, she'd take care of the mess later on.

MLR left, and Madalena turned around, looking at the oncoming droids. Her injured arm twitched, wanting to grab the lightsaber that was still strapped to her belt, but she could not control the muscles of that arm. It hung in a sling and the only way to move it was with the other arm. It was a mercy that Madalena was ambidextrous and fought with both of her hands. Her other arm ignited the other saber just in time to block some incoming blaster shots.

More droids kept piling in.

Quickly, Madalena managed to send her knives floating into the air. She saw everything happen in slow motion and fast motion at the same time. The droids, their shots, her knives, in the air, her lightsaber, slicing through them. It was the strangest dream sequence she'd ever seen. At one point she realized she had jumped into the thick of them, metal clanging all around her.

Her thigh hurt. The smell of blood was rampant. Her Blood Hound senses caught it all, even if she was not in a state to properly process it. Time rushed forward and did not move at all.

The only sound that came of her was a single scream as one of the bigger droids impaled her. The metal spear went through her abdomen, sticking her to the wall. There was no more moving away after that.

Madalena's knives fell to the floor. She was still trying to move. Still trying to get her supposedly good arm to play along and cut whatever was in front of her into pieces.

And then the droids… Paused. Paused? They were not moving. They stood silent as statues, as though… As though they'd been ordered not to move anymore.

The sound of her name caused her to move her head. LMR was in view again, speaking about getting it done.

Madalena wanted to speak, but a stream of thick blood escaped her mouth instead and she coughed violently. Damn. But it paled in comparison. They'd done it. They'd saved the Fortressa. They'd saved the droid factory. They'd saved the Confederacy from itself.

Madalena smiled at the Minister, and then finally let into the darkness that engulfed her.

 

[Srina Talon]

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Location: Triffis [Planetside] - Triffis Drifter Arena [Near the Ant Hill]
Nearby: [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Larentia"] | [member="Alwine Lechner"] | [member="Gerwald Lechner"] | [member="Lirka Ka"]
Next to: [member="Josiah Denko"]
Objective: The droids are beaten. A quiet, ending.

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Thankfully, Allya responded to her communication. The further they went underground the less a signal would be able to pass through. Both female fighters would find it difficult to get a call out through their comms, though, Srina had reservations about whether or not either of them would actually call for help if needed. They had a similar stubbornness that was truly a little worrisome. If one of her Master’s daughters perished in her presence the Echani was uncertain how that story would unfold.

The death of his sister had been a necessity to rid the Confederacy of a murderous blight. This was different. Dying in service of the nation was different. Srina only hoped that the youngling was half as competent as she seemed. Perhaps, that would see her through this day.

Srina was not blind to Knight Denko moving at her side. She could feel him as she felt the air on her skin. As she could taste the dust in the air of Triffis—He was there. They moved like a whirling dervish through the droids that made an unfortunate approach. The stands would hold. The pit would remain clear. The Exarch fell into battle as easily as the shore slipped beneath the waves. It held the sensation of drowning, though, she found herself able to breathe. “To your left…”, she warned the Jedi, taking care, to utilize both physical attacks and the Force.

She preferred to use her abilities congruently. The vibrostaff that she wielded was one of the deadliest in its class. The reach that it provided, combined with the sharpest of edges, allowed her to deal with the rampant automatons with the utmost precision. No wasted movements. No wasted breath. The double-bladed approach served her fighting style well. The Exarch became a blur of ivory and purple, a whirlwind of motion, and she used the spinning staff to take limbs from the droids—before drawing back to pierce core processors.

Srina was not above using the staff to pin them to the ground before using the Force to rip metal heads from equally metallic shoulders. This was so disappointing. Millions of credits lost, hundreds, thousands, of lives—and for what? Some game that a madman wanted to play with their nation?

Her teeth bared for a moment as she swiped vertically to split a robot from one end to the other.

Knight Denko would step in when reports came through her comm. It was constant. Both from the skies above and the dirt tunnels below. When [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] reported that she had found a thousand of droids at the end of the rabbit hole she felt a flare of ice in her veins. “Investigate in order to find a way to shut them down. Do not engage anything that can be avoided.”

If [member="Lirka Ka"] and Allya hit the nest too hard it would be akin to a swarm of bees. They would be hard-pressed to survive it. The battle, the constant motion, would take its toll on all of them eventually.
Then, like an angel on high, came the voice of the Minister of Science. [member="Rashae"]. She promised a solution within ten minutes and Srina could feel some of the tenseness in her form dissipate. It took her a moment to respond, between fighting, and the Minister would heard blaster fire going off near the young woman’s head when she did reply. “Understood, Minister. We’re still holding our own on the ground but the droids are many. I believe the main terminal that controls the majority of the facilities on the surface is just to the west of Triffis Arena. I’ll forward the coordinates.”

Srina didn’t know that Madalena Antares [[member="Scherezade deWinter"]] had already confirmed it as the line went dead shortly thereafter. With the promise of help on the way, a solution, the Exarch could only do what she had been trained to do since she’d been old enough to hold a sword. Fight. She didn’t stop. It didn’t matter how her lungs burned or how her muscles ached, she kept moving, kept striking, until suddenly everything seemed to freeze.

The droids, all at once, stopped moving.​

The Exarch slowly let her guard down. Slowly. She didn’t trust, not yet, but the timeline followed what the Minister had promised. A moment later [member="Rashae"] came through on the comm confirming that their operation had been successful. As the Fortressa was no longer falling toward the planet the young woman took a few seconds to organize her thoughts before responding. “Exceptional work, Minister.”

“Take a moment. Do what you need to, then, we need a full report of losses and the status of the Fortressa. Ensure that this is an isolated incident. First Responders and medical services will still be needed for the people of Triffis. Especially, near the arena. Give your team our praise.”

She then switched channels to hail [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] and [member="Lirka Ka"]. Since the droid factory had been shut down and the anti-virus administered they should have also experienced the same sudden calm. Droids, large or small, since these were all connected, should have shut down. Srina just wanted to be certain. “Status required. Report back to Triffis Arena as quickly as you can.”

Silver eyes found Knight Denko among robotic shells. The immediate threat was over. But, there was still a lot of work to be done before they could truly rest. People were the backbone of their nation. The citizens, here, on Triffis, would need them still.

 

[Queen Bots™]

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T R I F F I S ​

| . | Mission Log | . |

The famed, unfortunate, and irritating Droid Rebellion ends here.

For too long the Confederacy has suffered at the hands of their own creations. It began on Seltos, then Cularin, and has reached the end of the line on Triffis. The Minister of Science [member="Rashae"] will still be investigating the breach to try and trace the source but CIS security has been upgraded to defend against such intrusions in the future. Whilst a merchant from Seltos initially took the blame for the disaster, now, it seems to be uncertain.

Regardless, the lesson has been learned, and the CIS will remain vigilant.

The Fortressa sustained heavy damages during the conflict. Between taking care of the flagship of the nation and ensuring that the people of Triffis are well-tended to the CIS will be very busy. There will be correspondences with the Minister of Commerce to see that emergency funds are allocated properly to the citizens that were affected. Some need it to replace their homes while others require aid to bury loved ones that were lost. The Vicelord will be apprised of all situations and has released the following statement to his people:

“My fellow Confederates…The scourge that has ravaged our greatest strength has ended. We have purged the corruption and we will continue the hunt for the source of our troubles. We stand with you as you rebuild your homes. We weep with you as you bury your loved ones and we will bleed with you until the enemy has been brought to justice. As a nation, we will endure.”

There have been reports of small issues where isolated units are still acting with murderous intent, however, this is extremely rare. As soon as the patch from the Minister is applied all of the erroneous code is removed and the automaton is restored to normalcy.

For the time being the dust has settled. The Confederacy will rebuild.

| . | Mission Log Amendment: It's going to be a long time until the CIS can truly trust that they are safe in their own homes again. It will be a work in progress, however, the nation will take it in stride. They will prevail.

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

This was suicide and she knew it. She was the bait, distracting nearly a thousand droids, so that Lirka had wasn't wading through droids to destroy the factory and command center. Her lungs burned from the strain, her heart hurt, her body ached, her armor was beginning to lock up time to time. In a war of endurance, she was close to her limit. Allya willed herself on. Nearly a hundred droids fell to her blaster, and lightsaber before she managed to get to the massive droid trying to crush them all under it's massive feet. With each swing, the giant droid caused dirt and rocks to fall from the ceiling, causing them to clatter all around them. Some droids would get caught under its might, and Allya tried to use his, as she dodged, sprinting fast through thick groups of the metallic beings.

By the time she managed to get to the droid, her arms were screaming at her, shaking with every swing, each deflection, her legs threatening to buckle each time she force jumped. However, not even for a moment did she stop. Blaster kept firing, turning the heads of the B1's into molten specks on the ground, and saber slashed through bodies so smoothly.

This droid ahead of her was a beast. As her blaster shoots the much larger droid, the blaster impacts do next to nothing. Eventually getting close to it, she slashes as a lumbering leg with her lightsaber, and barely a scratch was made on the thick and heavy skin. Minutes passed by deflecting and dodging waves of deadly blaster fire, massive metal legs, and falling rocks. It was getting harder and harder to keep going against these numbers.

A massive rock fell down, and she barely dodged it, however, the exhaustion overtaking her limbs was intense, on the ground, as the droids closed in, struggling to even raise back to her feet, the end looked very close. Gritting her teeth, she just thought, a Mandalorian can't die this way. Not to droids. With every ounce of strength and rage she had left, she shouted at herself.

GET UP!

Pushing herself up, she managed to avoid one more volley of fire, the ground she had just been on vaporized, and used force speed to get to the other side of the room. Taking one of the grenades from her pouch, she activated it, and force pushed it right into the ceiling on the far side, where the droids had just gathered. A few seconds later it exploded, and the rocks and dirt cascaded down from the ceiling, with a boom. Droids were crushed, and buried, the ceiling partially collapsed down in on itself, showing the sky above.

The massive droid managed to break free, and raised one of its giant legs, and was about to crush the small Mandalorian, however, before it's leg came back down, it froze in place.
The Factory was destroyed, by the relentless Sephi, the command console gone, the machines no longer churning out droids, red warning lights flashing. When that, combined with the anti-virus being activated, the massive droid's programming simply fizzled out, and everything came to a halt inside the cavern. Panting heavily, barely able to move she managed to stumble up the dirt pile, and droid carcasses. Dirt, rock, and dust falling from above. Activating her comm, hoping the new hole in the ceiling would allow her comm to get through. “Exarch.....Mission accomplished, virus infected factory is gone, command console gone, droids deactivated.” Exhaustion and pain were evident in her voice, but so was a sound of satisfaction. Turning, she saluted the Warrior Lirka. She didn't want to stay and wait for the ceiling to collapse, now that it had become this unstable. Jetpack was activated, and she literally flew out of the hole.

Once outside of the caverns, and back in the light, she managed to drag herself away from where the ceiling had been so she didn't fall right back inside. Once to a safe, rocky place, she collapsed, and began to mess with her armor. It had held up well, she was proud of it, but its inherent problems became obvious to her now. Now, it was hindering her movements altogether. As relief filled her, and rage subsided, she nearly passed out where she sat. Leaning back on the rocky outcropping, she tried to struggle and keep awake, to stay alive. “I'll be back soon to help tend to the wounded.” The girl spoke once more into the comm. Hand shook a bit, as she reached out and grabbed a rock. This had been her first true battle, against a massive force. Mission accomplished, the Fortressa wasn't falling from the sky, and she hadn't hesitated much. She had to get better, to get stronger, to protect everyone more. This was pathetic of her body, she had to figure this out.

Later. For now, there was still more work to be done. Biting her lower lip, causing intense pain in her, she stood up, and drew on the pain for more energy, before walking over to what was left of the stands. More people to save, exhaustion could wait till later.

[member="Srina Talon"]
[member="Lirka Ka"]

 

[Labkahip Mordulla]

Objective: 2 eh, do stuff? Save the day
People Involved Maybe: [member="Rashae"]? [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Taramaz Laurs"]
Equipment: Lab Coat, Wrist Mounted blaster

Lab had opted to stay behind and help fix the generator as Madlaine raced to meet with this Minister of Science, they seemed like an interesting person to meet, perhaps after this event the two could get together and talk a bit. Thankfully such an option looked more realistic as the said reactor once again became operational, the engineers and herself giving a small round of applause to one another, though her job was far from done.

No sooner had the rector become operational did her comlink come to life, the sound of Madaline's voice coming from the small device, "meet in hanger for anti-viris, um okay got it I will inform Taramaz about the mission". Assuming this Taramaz was the knight who had been injured in the fight, the man laying on the ground with another one of the strange potions that had been handed to her after the whole electric explosion.

Walking over to the man she patted his shoulder, "the women who you were fighting alongside has given us a mission it involves us trekking across the droid infested ship to a hanger to get a anti-viris that will allow us to shut down the droids on the ship". "Though I can fight I would rather have someone like you to keep me safe, after all i am the expert here in computer stuff". Hopefully he would agree, though the main threat had passed the droids were still a major problem to most on board, the faster the shut the things down the more people they could save. She only hoped the Knight was up to the task

 

[Lirka Ka]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xpgyb7rbEbA​

[SIZE=11pt]Hack. Slice. Hack. Slice. Hack. Slice. The unending repetition of fighting droids, regardless of this fact the Sephi forced their art into this dull duel of bodies to blades as much as possible, the head of Lirka’s guard in his usual nimble fashion impaled one droid on his glowing glaive, using the ancient tool as a polearm to launch his armored figured right into another. Crushing it’s head with well placed strikes from his boots.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Competition, that was something it could be called, they all worked to create a show, a demonstration of how Thustra would always thrive even with the Mandalorian occupation. Entirely uncaring how much truth was in such a display: they were stubborn fools, chief among them Lirka herself. Her Klaive savagely elegant as the body count grew with each passing moment, each swing of the blade: which either hacked through the vital internal workings of the Factory. It could not be allowed to stand...but it was standing too well.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Tia Cel, the damage we are inflicting seems to be decreasing structural stability of the cavern.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The chief of the Guard, graceful warrior he was, had little in the way of elegance when addressing situations: brutally blunt and honest, a better trait than it was a worse one. It was true, the damage wasn’t enough but it seemed this damnable thing kept the whole cavern up. Seems there was a need for something...rash.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Understood. Cover my approach, I know what to do.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Such was Lirka. Stupidly determined, any sense of self preservation gone to the wind. And so she rushed, a wild flurry of graceless strikes and barely contained fury. Si paer shor vaer aerolia shael saes tesaesaes thar. A single phrase, a true exemplification of her vengeance: the single plate of broken armor along her belt seeming to burn red hot with each droid slaughtered under her merciless gaze: they were moving forward to the command room.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Truthfully, getting there was little an issue. The droids were pathetic, oozing poor craftsmanship that was grossly apparent by much of the Galaxy: no elegance, merely cheap efficiency. They broke easily. The “Guard” at the command center were cut down as if they weren’t even there, the sealed door to enter burst open with a swift strike of Lirka’s armored boot. Metal far unprepared for just whom decided to come knocking: and just whom would bring this whole monstrosity down.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]And they went to work, hacking, slashing, tearing apart whatever they could see: pipe, droid, terminal, floor. Anything and everything, but it was evident they would never escape. No. Things would need to be done.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Aelyl!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Lirka’s voice boomed. And like the droids they slaughtered, immediately all of the warriors ceased and went to solem attention, confused, but listening. Ready to act at a moment’s notice.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Listen, and listen well. You will leave, head to the surface. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Now.[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It was a venomous certainty: she would be obeyed and she would have it no other way: Hesitance oozed out from all three of them, their captain and chief among their ranks most especially, but he would always bow his head.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“So be it, Tia Cel. As for-”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Lirka was having none of it: raising her opened hand briefly. It was simple, be quiet, no words were needed. And with that, they bowed, obeying their queen and launching out with an expectable nimbleness to the darkness of the void below.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]And once they had made it far enough, Lirka’s Klaive, humming with a barely contained fury just like it’s mistress, plunged into the main control panel of the Factory: and with that it died, a fiery explosion bursting outwards at the woman. Staggering, still alive, too stubborn to die. She stumbled her way back and began to run as the mighty foundry died. Structural stability down to zero, and the great avalanche of boulders unleashed down upon the Rat as well as Lirka’s kin. Crazy Schutta.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]-[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]They ran, three warriors, each one a veteran and honored ally of countless duels and skirmishes, and as they were ordered they never once looked back. Armor that had regained it’s vibrancy since their days as petty (though albeit expensive) mercenaries, that same vibrant armor of crimson and beyond launched through the halls as quickly as one could push themselves without the Force: survival, pure survival instincts. Their blades never stilled, killing any droid who got in their way. Listening, feeling, the Foundry collapse around them. Sections crumbling to little more than ruin. No mercy. No retreat. They had been ordered not to look back and they would not, using droids as launch pads to zip themselves ahead of the crumbling ruins of this place.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Once breaching out of the mighty and crumbling debris, the rocks served as platforms to run across. Massive boulders leap to as though they were mere pedestals in those long gone training facilities, paying no heed to the massive droid that had fallen, or the Mandalorian girl. They were ordered to go to the surface. They would go to the surface. As the Queen commanded.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A Queen that was still missing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]-[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qemb3iBlp1o[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]As time progressed, the three warriors did make it out with far less trouble than expected. The Sephi host leaping from the hole once again as a final thunderous boom clashed from within as the rocks finally settled.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Of the four that entered? Three stood. Only three. Of Lirka there was no sight to be seen.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As solemn sentinels and sworn protectors the three stood, vigilant, watching what remained of the entrance to the caverns. Unmoving, unflinching, uncaring of the battle below. They were waiting, they would greet their queen and tend to what wounds they could...yes. That is what they would do.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]But to the outside? Three warriors watched a mound of rocks, the most “famous” of their rank gone. Dead, or trapped.[/SIZE]

[member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

As she walked by the entrance to the cavern to check on the warriors who went inside, seeing only the three sentinels waiting for their queen to return, intensely strong feelings filled her exhausted form. The Sith fed on these emotions, filling her body with strength, and energy far beyond her limitations. It didn't matter. Rushing back to the area she had previously left, she found it caved in, the ground completely deformed. However, it would be less here, as the droid had been excavating towards the surface anyway. There was plenty of room in the now broken cavern, sunlight shining down, glinting off the metal of the giant droid in the center of the room.

From here, she scanned with the built in scanners and reached out with the force. The spark of life was detected in the rubble of the tunnels, so Allya hopped down, using her jetpack to slow the decent. Stumbling into it, her legs wanting to collapse, but she forced herself to stay strong. Anger filled her, this was no way for a warrior to die. Feeding on this new emotion, the Sithling began to use her well developed telekinesis abilities to lift the large rocks, to scoop out large amounts of dirt, and soil. She did not stop, nor slow down, not caring how far beyond her natural limits she had already gone. There was time to stop later.

Desperation kept her going, and she made quick headway. Panting heavily, her damaged suit was barely able to keep up with the cooling needed to keep her from passing out from heat exhaustion, but it just managed. The girl didn't ease up, until she was finally able to unbury the Sephi warrior. She should have been able to do better, she should have made sure they could actually get out before having left, even though boulders had been falling on them, even if she had been scared her exit would be taken away.

She had failed her own code today, and this wasn't acceptable. It would never happen again.

[member="Lirka Ka"]

 

[Lirka Ka]

[member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]

It would be a lie to say the small Mandalorian rat was working alone, Lirka was always notable for her sheer refusal to lay down and die. Cave in, explosions, hackings, slashings, none of it would keep her down for long. Even as she was consumed by rock her metal body went to work, her armor still standing strong enough to continue it's pained existence: pushing and crushing rock wherever it could. Digging, pushing forward, and refusing to die.

The girl's help would be appreciated in the end, of course, saving Lirka precious time when it came to digging herself out.

The Sephi's work eventually showed itself, as when Allya reached closer to the where the Sephi had laid an armored hand burst out, grabbing the girl by the helmet and with a snarl Lirka heaved herself out of the dirt. Her armor burned, battered, and beat. But it seemed to matter not to the woman, her helmet, as emotionless as ever stared at the Mandalorian. Maybe with contempt or consideration, before releasing her and rising back to her feet.

"Are the droids dead?"

She seemed remarkably uncaring about everything that had just happened.