Uh-oh, tax is due (Abrion Corporate Alliance, The Ession Reformation & Stargo Defense Enterprise)

[Other Space Kaiden]

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Hypori, ACA Territory


The starry background of space suddenly shifted, its very fabric warping out of shape as dozens of Hades-Class ships dropped from Hyperspace.

Each of these ships, their jagged layers cutting an icy path through the stars, bore the logo of Stargo Defense Enterprises. Stamped in fine letters underneath was name "1st SDE Asset Defense Fleet", a remnant and gift from the times of Genesis and Zev's CIS. Xander may have disliked his father without knowing him, but he wasn't going to let a decent fleet such as the 1st go.

The young business man lounged lazily in the captain's chair of the Geonosian Dreadnaught, his eyes focused on the the small fleet around Hypori. Xander grinned a smile of satisfaction, his hand gesturing towards his communications crew. "Send this message to the ACA forces on planet" said he, then awaited the comm team to ready the relay. If all went well, the SDE would take position of the ship and be on their way, otherwise they might have to rely on Graxin and his men aboard that stealth ship of theirs.

"All Abrion Corporate Alliance forces, this is Xander Corbal, CEO of Stargo Defense Enterprises. We are here to seize our assets in the form of "The Serenity" flagship. This vessel was crafted on Drunkenwell shipyards partially owned by Stargo Defense Enterprises as per contractual agreements settled upon between the CIS's Genesis Rotsu and Drunkenwell management. As apart of SDE's conditions upon joining the CIS, the Confederate forces were obligated to defend SDE assets on planet."

"Not only did the CIS, and by extension the ACA, fail to do this but they knowingly destroyed the shipyards and our assets on planet; thereby severing the agreement and obligating the successor state to the CIS to pay reparations. I have decided that the reparations shall be paid in the repossession of The Serenity by Stargo Defense Enterprises. I and my droid forces are on our way to the ground now to retake possession of the ship, stand down at once."

With that, the message was off and the Asset Protection fleet drug closer towards the planet's surface. Standing from his seat, Xander turned for the door and gave his last orders before marching out. "Prepare my dropship and land droid dispensers around the area, I want this ship one way or another"

 

[Jorus Merrill]

One couldn't get a fleet from Ession to Hypori without going through territory that a certain J.Q. Merrill had mapped and seeded with hyperspace monitors in years gone by. Being no particular friend of either Ession or ACA, then, when he showed up at the system's edge in the Bullet Time, it was mainly to observe. He slouched into the pilot's seat, pulled up the long-range sensors, and ripped open the flimsiplast packet swollen with a Jedi Lord-esque amount of hot air. The smell of buttered popcorn filled the microcorvette's cockpit.

"Ahhh..."

 

[Placeholder 0123]

Graxin felt a spot of guilt for what was about to occur. He had defended the ACA over the Drunkenwell issue with the Omega Protectorate's new Lord Protector. He had fought to secure Zenith Prime for is past incarnation alongside the Obsidian Knights. For quite some time, the former Confederacy had been a home away from home.

Not anymore.

Stargo had provided the majority of the Confederacy's military hardware, which was not mostly in the hands of the Ession Reformation. Destruction of property could do that; business had dried, and Stargo's newest owner had shifted his attentions to the starling Reformation.

The ACA had other suppliers now. Someone named Starchaser or what not, Graxin didn't know. It wasn't important. He was here to make sure the Serenity was secured and delivered back to Ession space. Then the Architects could do whatever they wanted to the aging flagship.

His strike team was housed aboard the Tart-Cart-III, an homage to the legendary Dreadguard gunship that was destroyed during the masks of
Madness. The stealth ship was one of six, and had fallen into the Archlord's hands from one of the other masters on the Grand Council.

The donation was greatly appreciated.

The Tart-Cart was coated in Stygium ,and utterly undetectable by any means other than the force. That he dealt with by constantly concealing his presence as best he could, though the flood of Stargo ships entering the system most definitely helped divert attention from himself.

He would not act unless the ACA withheld on the contract.

"Can't communicate with Stargo. Afraid for the comms...we'll move in anyway. If he gives the all clear, we pull out."



http://starwarsrp.net/topic/24972-espada-class-stealth-transport/ <<-- ship. On phone, can't properly link.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

Khaleel wandered into the cockpit and settled himself down in the other seat for a good view, grabbing some of that delicious popcorn. They would be in for an... interesting show.

'Ah....'

 

[Neskar A'toll]

"So... how much we talking, you know, property wise? I mean, you're sort of talking it down mate." The voice on the phone mumbled apologetically. Neskar frowned.

"Listen mate, it's literally a karking capital ship, how can I only get 300,000 credits ?" He sighed, and leant forward on the captain's chair. This real estate junk was really getting on his nerves. "What do you mean, 'we don't have registered ownership?' C'mon man, this 'Serenity' is in MINT condition. I talked to Hypori Real Property about an hour ago and they offered about a million more than you sorry lot. Yes, I understand tha- Taxes? We own you!" The voice on the phone became swiftly agitated, and mumbled rapidly. This was the third estate agent today. Neskar had little patience for poor quoting. "So.. you'll match their price? Alright. Yeah, you can send an agent around this afternoon. Yeah, the address is the 'big kark-off star-ship orbiting the planet.' Cheers mate."

Neskar felt relaxed. He leant back in the chair, a very nice leather job, and stretched out. This was an easy job. Turning his head to a crewmate, he said with a smirk, "You'd think no-one even wants this ship, eh? Ah, it's good to be in contr-"

The comms lit up. Oh dear. Did he accidentally sell the flagship to someone already? Neskar motioned to a lesser being to allow the person communicating to transmit to the bridge.

"I have decided that the reparations shall be paid in the repossession of The Serenity by Stargo Defense Enterprises. I and my droid forces are on our way to the ground now to retake possession of the ship, stand down at once."

Neskar blacked out for most of the speech - boring politics stuff, you know - but this particular statement gripped him by the balls. A devious smirk came on his face. And to think I thought this would just be an estate agent meeting day. He pressed a button on the captain's chair that allowed him to transmit back.

<< Er. Alright mate? Right, listen up here. Is this thing even on? Oh, it is? Ok, fine. Uh, right. Who the fuck are you? It's just that it's a bit cheeky, dropping in me like this. Do you wanna talk about this? I'm pretty sure we can talk through this patch, me and you, you and me. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll have to.. to er.. oh, what's the word? Destroy you? Yeah, I think that's it. Alright. I'm acting captain, by the way. You can call me Neskar, by the way, everyone else does, it's my name after all. Have a good one. >>​

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[member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Graxin Rade"] @Xander Corbal​

 

[Nimue Stormson]

Admist those who were brought onto the ship for this grand hesit there was a simple astrocmech droid. It was an older model, R4 by the look of it, with a few tweeked bits added here and there to the outer shell. It had arrived personally with [member="Graxin Rade"] because of the deal made between him and the mystery member of the group called "Mouse". The name Mouse was an underground slicer calling to some, as they were a sort of viglante who went about the galaxy to take down criminals of every sort. Mainly they'd dealt with organized crime and local gangs on planets all acros the systems, but no one had ever seen them in person. The cloest people would get would be untracable messages or little private talks between contacts of mouse. Some people weren't even sure if there was a Mouse, but instead some sort of ariticical presence that was programmed to do good.

In any case the droid with the group was something of a convoy for Mouse to speak and work with them. When it spoke it was in a more human-like voice as opposed to all the beeps and wees that astrocmechs would use. But the voice itself was augmented, making it hard to say if it was male or female. More indication of how well-kept Mouse was at staying in the shadows. But they were here for another reason, not only to be paid but to help.

Mouse was something of a freedom fighter as well, pulling support on any movements against the larger groups and factions like the Red Ravens, the Black Suns and the One Sith whenever possible. Given the nature of this little hiest they were all too happy to help. And thanks to a few messages sent out between both Mouse and Rade it was made all the more clear this would be their little contribution to the revolution.

As they began to apporoch the ship the droid looked out, not saying much, but it was clear what it saw Mouse could see as well.

[member="Neskar A'toll"] [member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] @Xander Corbal

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Being a mother was so tedious. Sometimes a girl just had to cut loose and take a day to herself. Just relax and cut people up if it came to it. She hoped it came to it. It had been so long since she'd actually had a good brawl. At least, one without the husband looming over her shoulders. Would be a nice change to play with some of his little friends without him. Get to know his people.
Help them get a ship too! Or something. She honestly hadn't paid a ton of attention. For now, she wasn't going to concern herself with the details. She would just sit by and silently sharpen her blades while she waited. That was always something to do. They required such frequent upkeep, it was almost constant. They'd hit bone and go dull after a while. Rather inconvenient. She bet those damn space magicians never had this issue. She set a blade down for a moment, fishing in Cal's jacket for her pack of cigs. They wouldn't mind her smoking on board, right? Well, too late now. She lit up and took a long drag as she picked her favorite knife up again.
The rest of the crew could breathe deep and suck it up.

 

[Strider Garon]

The old mandalorian sat comfortably as he could with in the troop hold of the stealth transport that was taking them to their primary objective, The Serenity. Strider was clad in his usual beskar'gam with a plethora of weapons, gadgets and ordinance strategically placed about his body for easy grasp in combat. Strider wore the infamous t-visored eye slit helmet that all mandalorians were synonymous for. His was battered plenty over decades of battle and one in awhile he would have to spruce up the markings that he held dear to himself. The Jaig eyes, two tribal shriek-hawk eyes, painted above the visor on the forehead of the helmet were a symbol of honor bestowed upon him a very long time ago. Was for an act of bravery that had cost him his arm but saved many on the field of battle.

He looked across from him was the Beast of a mandalorian known as Ordo. Though his direct vision would of been concealed by the helmet itself, most mandos could tell if one was being stared at from under a buy'ce. The man was the son he always wanted, even with his controversial past and the events that had lead up to his redemption, the Old man still loved the man. Ordo was a true warrior of the culture and on this mission he wanted no other then this Mando'ad to be watching his back amongst strangers.

" Gar tsikala, Ord'ika?" Strider would break the ice between the two in his deep toned resonating voice that was only audible to Ordo. Strider was questioning if the man was prepared for this. IT has been some time since he and Strider played commando and it wasn't that the older man was question the younger's ability. It was just making sure his vod was still there and all in. They were on this mission for possible advantage for the mandalorian clans and their fight against the OS. This was a show of commitment to the Ession folks that the Mandalorians meant business and this was a chance for the Mandos to see how they operated first hand.

[member="Graxin Rade"] [member="Ordo"]

 

[Kahlil Noble]

[member="Graxin Rade"] [member="Mouse"]

A rather unfamiliar face sat upon the Tart-Cart with all the rest, quietly observing the space just outside his window. The mans orange eyes glared upon an all too familiar scene. CIS space. Kage was, unknown to the rest of the party with him, a dread guard. An original Dread Guard. His face and body may have changed with some expensive surgery, but he was still one of the elite of the elite. And the pilot of the original Tart-Cart.

No one near knew the pain it was to be within the ship he had fought with alongside his brothers. No one knew how angry he was to not be flying. But he came here for one reason, slicer. He was the ace pilot and slicer of the original team, and despite the fact he never said anything about it, he would be a welcome ally to steal a ship he knew all to well.

The Vong-shaped male stared angrily along, but he ignored what he could. To keep his ode to secret he had to be calm. Thankfully the Jedi couldn't get into his head at least. But the nervous twitch of his eyebrow upon hearing the new version of the CIS speak wouldn't be easily ignored. Instantly he tried to think of a cover if he was asked. Hopefully he wouldn't.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Yes, one wouldn't be able to hide a fleet coming from Ession into Hypori. Thankfully, nobody in this situation was coming from Ession as Stargo Defense Enterprise was still a legitimate members of the Techno Union as its membership carried over from the CIS's old Trade Federation. SDE was even based out of ACA space, on Geonosis, and possessed a Regional Headquarters on their former capital planet.

In fact, the asset protection fleet being used was still marked as being associated with the Trade Federations dealings, a title they gained from when first created during Dark Harvest. Back then they were being used in defense of the CIS, with Zev Stargo leading it. The old man, with the help of @Genesis Rotsu , had built up the CIS and signed contracts that included deals on Geonosis and Drunkenwell. In reality, through either direct production or stock ownership in other assets, the Stargo Defense Enterprise owned every ground based droid in the ACA army, and that wasn't even counting some vehicles produced by Geonosian Industries, which had been rebuilt by Stargo Enterprise during the dominion of the planet by the CIS.

A capital ship was the least of the things the company could have decided to repossess.

[member="Neskar A'toll"]

As Xander walked, his earpiece lit up with the voice of another man. He sounded...interesting. Straight to the point but a little too much like himself for comfort. With a grin of amusement, the young man sent his communication back to the unknown party.

"Pleasure to meet you, Neskar. Though I could have gone without our first meeting being with you on my ship. You can call me Xander, just as long as you don't wear the name out. Since you seem like a reasonable sort, want to talk this through, how about I and a small escort meet you in the hanger of The Serenity and we can come to a compromise?"


ooc edit = (do...do I even grammar? This is what happens when I write a post tired)

 

[Neskar A'toll]

[member="Xander Corbal "]@Cage [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] [member="Mouse"] [member="Graxin Rade"]

Neskar was more than pleased to hear a polite response to his rather jumbled first transmission. He had got his footing now, so he thought, and ideas sprinted through his mind, so fast he could barely register them. Trap them? Destroy the ships? Stall? Maybe I could ask about his kids? Actually, that would be a bit weird. Doubt this guy even has kids. Not that he's ugly, well... I've never seen the guy. Could be a karking troll for all I know. He smiled, keeping the cool, calm, lackadaisical manner to his tone, speech and body language as he lounged in the captain's chair. The Serenity was abuzz with activity. Crew-members, at the very appearance of these possible foes, leap to their positions, arming cannons, raising shields, preparing engines.

"Pleasure to meet you, Neskar. Though I could have gone without our first meeting being with you on my ship. You can call me Xander, just as long as you don't wear the name out. Since you seem like a reasonable sort, want to talk this through, how about I and a small escort meet you in the hanger of The Serenity and we can come to a compromise?" The phantom voice replied over the comms, keeping a rather cool tone. Lovely, Neskar smiled, though gritted his teeth below. He was still wearing his full armour, minus his helmet, and his weapons were not far. He leant up from his relaxed position, and tapped the button on the side of the chair to reply. He had to respond, swiftly, in case he was suspected of treachery. Of course not. Me? A rogue mercenary? Treacherous? I scoff at the very thought.

<< Ah. Xander. It's pleasant to have a name to match to the voice. Now. You say you wish to come aboard my ship, which you say you wish to 're-poss-ess', with armed escort? I'm afraid I can't do that, Xander. You see, it's far too much of a hazard, for you mostly, but still. I would definitely be disappointed if this fell to blows. Would it be possible at all to meet in.. a neutral space? I take my ship, you take yours, and we meet as equals and sort this issue out? And if not, well, I'm sure parting the space above Hyporia with a battle fleet would have ruffled a fair few feathers. Aaaaannndddd... it's a criminal shame that I can't quite seem to pinpoint your position. A dastardly tactic, concealing yourself, but I'm not aloof to it. Far from it. >>​

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Neskar leant back, and took a deep sip from the fresh ale that had been placed on the side of the captain's chair. The liquor calmed him. He motioned to a crew-man, taking his finger from the transmit button momentarily, and murmured orders into his ears. Full mobilisation of marines, quadruple guards on hanger bays, and anti-spacecraft missiles primed and ready. A common affair.

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<< Before we proceed further, would you mind telling me how many souls are aboard your vessels? For safety reasons, obviously, if I do decide to let you aboard. We can't have any stowaways, can we? Write soon. >> ​

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Finishing his broadcast, Neskar took another long inhale of the ale. He deeply hoped somebody else turned up in a short while. Somebody friendly. Even so, Neskar was confident in the Serenity's ability to hold off the meagre fleet. If any interlopers came aboard, then.. well.. Neskar had his own, personal, methods.

[edit reason for = far too cheeky ]

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Neskar A'toll"]


This guy couldn't be a business man, he was obviously a low-class swindler. How would Xander know that, you ask? Well, because as they say...it takes one to know one. Xander grew up on low-class swindling and the whole prospect of actual business was rather new to him. His whole life, well nearly so, he had learned to not play fair and to be ruthless in a business deal. Comes with the territory of being a criminal for the better half of your dawning years. Another thing that came with the territory was the fact that Xander knew he couldn't trust any one else he planned on doing business with, but that didn't mean he couldn't act like he did.

"Why of course, of course." Xander said in the most naive voice he could pull off, "I'll bring the beer, you bring the steaks. How about we both take shuttles to the moon of Hypori, we can meet there." Xander proposed, though in his mind he was still contemplating how his ship couldn't pick up his on sensors. He wasn't in the stealth ship with Graxin, he was on a simple Hades-Class Heavy Cruiser. It must have been a temporary glitch in his system (or unclear writing by the guy playing Xander, one of the two).

As we awaited a response, he muted the mic and looked to a nearby employee. "Load all the gunships on the ship with Spider droids and Supers, have them on stand-by to raid The Serenity on my command"

 

[Caulder Dune]

@Xander Corbal

// BEGIN TRANSMISSION \\​

This is Viceroy Gerion Ardik.

It is rather sad that you have elected to choose the path of posturing and threats as opposed to going through the appropriate legal channels of the Abrion Corporate Alliance. Threatening the Viceroyality of Hypori with violence will not give you whatever it is that you seek. We have absolutely no authority to hand over the Serenity, nor do you have the legal authority to seize it. Your corporate defense forces are normally welcome within this system, but seeing as you have issued direct threats against the well-being of Hypori's citizenry, it is hereby requested that you leave.

There are ways to have the Serenity returned to your rightful possession (if it is indeed your rightful possession), but this is not it. Your continued presence will be regarded as an act of war, and will be responded to as such, if your fleet does not relocate to a reasonable distance away from the planet immediately.

// END TRANSMISSION \\​

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There was, in fact, a defense fleet of the Abrion Corporate Alliance between Hypori and Corbal's forces. Hypori was an important world. It was not without defenses. However, someone else would be handling the fleet, and so it would fall to them to write that particular bit out. It was just important to note that Corbal's forces would not be able to land on the planet without first going through the aforementioned naval defense fleet.

By the order of the Viceroy and his cabinet of officials, a state of emergency was declared over the areas directly threatened by the renegade corporation. The planetary shield was raised and anti-air defenses brought online. Local militias and droid garrisons were put on notice and citizens that were believed to be in danger given evacuation instructions. Gerion Ardik had little to no idea what a Stargo Defense Industries was, but it was safe to say that however this debacle ended, he would endeavor to hinder them wherever he could.

Gerion, or Darth Janus as he more frequently went by these days, did not like to take these kinds of threats laying down. Not where planets he governed directly were concerned.

 

[Neskar A'toll]

Neskar frowned. He hadn't expected a polite reply. Hyporia moon? Too far. Unreasonable. And it could easily remove the two from the situation whilst Xander's lieutenants and cronies wrecked havoc. It would be a tad silly to accept it. A flashing light appeared on Neskar's left. Glancing momentarily to it, he acknowledged that the sensors had accurately detected Xander's location, upon a heavy cruiser in the midst of the fleet. Noting down this target, Neskar made mental notes to decimate that vessel no matter what when it came to combat. It had been... how long? Twenty, thirty minutes? Neskar had a job to do. Pressing a button again, he transmitted an urgent request to the Hyporia defense fleet, enemy contact imminent. It always helped to be paranoid. For the first time, Neskar felt above his station. Curse my good luck, getting into these useful arrangements. Looking back at the communications array, he supposed he had to reply. His communicator buzzed. Orders. Cut negotiations. He shrugged, doubting it would've got him far. The defense fleet was coming.

<< Sorry for the delay. Minor inconveniences. Now... it's my place to say that I judge the moon to be to distant of a target. Far too much. The Abrion Corporate Authority have deemed negotiations to be past their course. Now, there is a simple choice. If any of your ships breach the sovereignty of our state, or if any of your men, droids or mercenaries step foot upon Hyporia, you shall. Be. Obliterated. This matter is irrelevant. The claim your company to any property of the ACA is non-existent. >> ​

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Neskar's voice became laced with malice, and potent, yet ice-cold menace.

<< There is a line, Corbal. If you cross it, you shall be dust in the wind. We shall be cutting communications for the foreseeable future. If you wish to surrender yourself and all your assets, you just have to say it. Good-bye. >>​

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He rose from his seat. Bending down, he snatched his buy'ce from the floor, and slid it onto his head. Standing tall, in armour tempered by war, Neskar waited.

@Xander Corbal

 

[Salem Norongachi]

You don't just bring a whole fleet through ACA space. You certainly don't hope to do it undetected. There are sensor stations monitoring traffic, a network of alerts and measures in place to let the right people know exactly what is moving through each sector and whether they should be prepared for something...unsavory.

Salem Norongachi may have resigned his position within the hierarchy of the Government but, since his first waking moments in this new time, this new Galaxy, he had been with the rechristened, the reforged, ACA. He had helped shape its direction, he had come to know and respect its people and those that looked after those people. That he wasn't there, leading the charge anymore, did not mean he had simply abandoned it.

So when those alerts had gone out. When those stations had reported a massive fleet crossing ACA space. He knew. He knew because for the longest time in the war with the Protectorate the gate keeper of all military and security data was his very own Emah. As he prepared to take the long journey beyond the Galaxy they called home she watched, she listened. Like a mother watching over her children she assessed the data like a sentient takes a breath, weighing up the possibility of harm to the place they had bled to protect.

The Black Dagger of the Hand of Fate had moved with the intruding fleet. A jump behind, perhaps, and coming from the opposite direction that Emah had calculated they would enter into the space around Hypori. As they did so they would find the defense fleet and defensive emplacements and stations awaiting them. Weapons primed, crews at their stations. Like I said, one doesn't charge boldly through a factions space without them knowing about it.

The Fate and Norongachi arrived not ten minutes after them, the obsidian blade stabbing into the heart of Hypori. The massive ion engines propelled it forward, the lights of a billion stars glancing against the darkness of its hull. It slipped in with the force arrayed against the forces of @Xander Corbal. Emah immediately broadcast the proper codes to the fleet, they were marked as a friendly and for most of the men aboard the fleets, a welcome sight. Emah and the Fate had pulled more than a few of their arses out of the fire during the Lord Marshall's coup.

They said death and taxes were inevitable, like the spinning of the world below, or the passage of time. If it came to an exchange beyond words today, the fleet before him and its misguided commanders, would learn quickly that the former was far more certain than the latter.

 

[Placeholder 0123]

Things weren't looking so hot. Graxin sensors were limited when the ship was stealthed, but he could see outside the windshield--viewport just fine. Hypori was mobilizing a defense, or so it seemed. The Archlord needed no signal from Xander as to what was about to happen.

Ession would have a small window to get aboard the Serenity and freed the ship from Hypori. A ship likely full of soldiers and personel that would present a threat until the atmosphere was vented. They would need to move quickly.

Unseen to all, the Tart-Cart's engines roared to life. It shot toward he Serenity, quickly closing the distance with its powerful sub-light engines.

All they needed to do was land in the closest hanger to the bridge, clear it, and make sure Kage and the droid survived to slice open any doors that might bar their way. On paper, it was rather simple.

In reality, things rarely were.

"We're moving. When we touch down, we'll need to clear the hanger as quickly as possible. I have the auto-turrets for that." He fell silent as the Tart-Cart zeroed in on the Serenity, bobbing and weaving to avoid ACA ships that might be moving through the area. "Protect the slicers at all costs. Weapons free when we touch down. Once we reach the bridge, we vent the ship's atmosphere save for the lead compartments."

He paused for a moment, and so did the Tart-Cart. Graxin was looking for a hanger. "Garon, you have the slicers. I trust you with them. Tal'verda, cut down anyone you see. The rest push for the bridge. Clear?"

@Strixer Garon [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] [member="Kage"] [member="Mouse"]




http://starwarsrp.net/topic/24972-espada-class-stealth-transport/

 

[Ronan Nakasla]

When more traditional folk say 'Til Death Do Us Part', it implies that death is a permanent thing. Death seems to be a fickle friend in these days, though, doesn't it? One minute you think someone's killed off and the next... familiar faces resurface. Familiar faces, but the mind is a much more complex entity, and Atretes' was broken with Naboo. What was left? Sigma, in nearly His purest form. He laced up those familiar black polished boots, and straightened the shirt of the ancient Imperial gunner uniform. Edited a little for cut and comfort, with some basic armour underneath. Nothing fancy, but he would certainly be able to survive being shot. He stood. Since his reform, Sigma had some time to think. He decided he'd be known as Ash. No particular reason, it just felt right. He grabbed his lightsaber and Verpine Shatter Gun -- both relics of Norongachi's reign ages ago -- and strode out of his little cubicle quarter. He'd sensed that there was trouble. He wasn't sure what, for he was still getting his feet with full control of the body, but he could sense Norongachi strongly. They were practically brothers, after all.

"What is going on?" Ash asked the elder Project.

Then he felt the ship lurch like a great worm and the swirl of hyperspace vanished into the view of a planet. It took a moment for Sigma to remember, but when he did he looked across the starfield to the glints that he could sense as ships from the volume of life aboard them. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he spoke to [member="Salem Norongachi"] whilst his eyes remained on the scene at hand.

"Hypori? Following that lead you spoke of?"

 

[Nimue Stormson]

Once the fighting commenced the droid had wheeled out of the way to let the professionals handle it. Eventually it wound uo next to [member="Kage"] the other slicer brought along for the mission. It was good to have two pairs of hands for this sort of mission. That way if something happened to one there was always the other. And given how dire the situation was it was best to be prepared for anything. Once [member="Graxin Rade"] had started giving orders and telling how they would need to protect the slicers it was a decent enough sign for Mouse and Kage. At least they were understood as the valuable cargo. And it was better for Mouse to work through the droid as opposed to being there in-person. Aside from obvious reasons slicing tended to be better when not under this sort of pressure.

The droid look to [member="Strider Garon"] when it was decided he would need to watch the slicers. Speaking through it Mouse said to him {Hope you've got plenty of guns. From the sounds of it, we're going to need them.}

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

There seemed to be a lot of ruckus over this Serenity, and Rusken just happened to be on the team that wanted to claim it. He looked to Graxin and listened in silence as he gave orders, talking wasn't much use when the objective was all that mattered. Communicating strategy? Possibly, but that was saved for when the actual combat started - speak of the devil! It already had. Rusken grabbed his lightsaber's hilt and ignited it to reveal its icy blue edge.

Now was the time to demonstrate the strength in the Ession's fist, and in moments, those who got in their way would feel their jaw break under the pressure of a gauntlet.

[member="Graxin Rade"] [member="Mouse"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Kage"]

 

[Salem Norongachi]

The presence of Sigma radiated like the coming of a hurricane. It was raw, it was destruction. But it wasn't Atretes Rhoujen. Salem knew this, he felt it as keenly as his own heartbeat. He had been where Rhoujen was, he had suffered in a cell of his own making, clawing and fight for breath as the layers upon layers of mental programming sought to smother and drown him. It may have been cold, it may have been callous, but as Sigma was now, as he was meant to be, he was focused, precise, powerful and cunning. All the hallmarks the Imperials hoped to instill in them when they were birthed.

Perhaps before he left he would aid in the process that made Salem Norongachi who he was today; Joining the two parts of a whole back together but right now they had no time.

"Ready a shuttle, we're heading to the Jupitus." Emah didn't comment, didn't need to. In the hangar the shuttle was already powering up, its systems linked to the whims of the powerful A.I. Norongachi stood then, marching toward his quarters which lay just off the bridge. A series of button presses on the security pad on the wall to the right of the door slid back the panel that let the racks upon racks of weapons and armour move into sight. The scarred and battle worn black mandalorian armour that had become his second skin, was the first thing he donned. The magseals around the joints and the neck clicked into place and he took a second to adjust to the filtered breathing of the metal shells internal supply. Next he chose a westar pistol from the shelf, slipping it into a thigh holster, a vibro shiv into the sheath in his boot and finally the bronzium hilt of his saber snapped onto his belt.

In the spacious weapons cabinet there were other armours but few were magsealed to secure from vacuum. The only other was an unadorned suit much like his own, unpainted and untouched, it shone like it had come straight from the production line; which it had, nearly eight centuries ago.

"That one." He said nodding his armoured head toward it. "I know how these things usually play out..." They wanted the ship and if his time with the Blue Star Pirates had taught him anything, it was that venting a whole crew into the black was a viable and time saving tactic. "I'm heading for the hangar, pick your poison." As he moved back onto the bridge, Ten similarly dressed soldiers awaited. They had been called from their seclusion onto the front once again.

"Look after her." He spoke as they stood rigidly at attention. "You have command!" He called to the A.I as he stepped into the turbolift.