Weekend Treasure Hunt 1: Derelict -- Winner Take All (contest finished)

[Chloe Blake]

Rear of the Ship

It was clear something seriously bad had happened. There were dead bodies scattered of the skeleton crew of the Scion. A grim expression would settle over the warden’s face the deeper she went into the bowels of the ship.

Something bad. Something very very bad managed to get inside this ship. Question was -- was it still here?

This was not the work of pirates. And to be frank, reminded her a lot of the Bando Gora Reavers. While the bodies were not in half eaten stages, it certainly made her worry.

It wouldn’t be long before Chloe went past the Med-Bay -- no signs of life either. What happened here? The question would plague her.

Up ahead, her blue eyes would narrow upon an open hatch -- one with two prone bodies laying in front of it.
What was this?

Concern would fill the Warden as she knelt down to check for lifesigns on the prone victims. Dead.

Glancing up, she curiously looked past what was beyond yonder. Why were they here? Lights would flicker over head, and it would appear to be some kind of security area.

An armory?

She would rise to her feet, frowning as she stepped inside….

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Romeo Sin"] |

Location: Hallway leading into the bridge.
Objective: Recover the Sith Abattar

Ayra danced in the array turbolasers that were firing towards her. She felt someone, not something, heading in her direction; and her yellow eyes caught Romeo Sin as he blurred towards her as the crimson lights sprayed in the ensuing vortex of Lightsaber vs automated turrets.

Her Lightsaber left her hand as her other lowered to the Saberstaff on her hilt. The arching Saberthrow began to destroy turrets whilst the Saberstaff turned on and span in Soresu to deflect the other shots. Master of the Lightsaber techniques, her Lightsaber returned to the outstretched right hand as the last turret was destroyed.

As the pieces of metal of the turrets fell and clang onto the floor, the hooded Sith Lord turned towards Romeo. She lifted her Lightsaber up towards him in a threatening manner. "Are you of this ship?" she asked, mistaking him one of the crew.

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

"What do you mean it isn't registered." Ayumi stood on the bridge of the ship and had her arms crossed while seeing the report on the screen. The small patrol group she was with had diverted when activity picked up on sensors and now as they were heading over she observed what was happening. Leaving only long enough to put some armor on and get weapons. A ship out here would and could prove a problem while she touched the stal-11 and clenched her free fist. "Then get us near it and work on identifying everything, we'll send a report and board." The belova bracers and gravity leveler with a small flick to the taozin amulet under her body armor. The ship loomed when they came out of hyperspace and Ayumi grabbed the saber Aedan Miles had helped her get as it slid into a pocket just in case. "Get us near it and be careful."

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Location: Bearing Bridge
|[member="Alicia Drey"]|
Objective: Take the Ship.

The woman threw the lightsaber at the turrets, and he helped block more bolts with his own lightsaber, when it was all said and done, dancing about with sabers, they made a decent team up.
"Are you of this ship?" She asked
-No. But it will soon be mine.-
"No, I'm attempting to take the ship though."
His eyes behind his mask watched her carefully.
"Does this make us enemies? Or future allies?"
His hand gribbed his saber tighter.
-Please be a friend. Not foe.-
He had his fingers ready to snap for just in case, he would fight for this amazing ship, it would serve well for his position as royal bodyguard.

 

[Cira]

Heading from the middle of the ship towards the front of the ship

Whatever had come across this area had certainly laid to waste turrets and droids alike. What scant bodies of the crew would be found lifeless. Just what went on in here?

Lights over head would flicker and dance. Within the palm of her hand Cira pulled out a Boltgun, because let’s be honest, those rocked.

The sound of fighting and battle would wane. Voices could be heard. Curiousity would pique upon the Shi’ido to try and determine who it was, but she wasn’t going to do it under the guise of the Lady Protector. Muscles would shift and flesh and bone would be reshaped, until her face was that of another, red hair turning into a ruddy brown, grey eyes, and freckles over her lightly tinted green skin. She appeared to be a Mirialan by all intents and purposes.

She decided to try and investigate but that is when spotted something. An emblem in the shape of a Selab Tree.

Her eyes would widen. It was over the surface of a thick vault. Taking that as evidence, Cira would move forward, following the corridor, hoping to find more evidence of the Order of Selab. One could only hope that the rest of the Order managed to get her encrypted message.

Whoever ran this potential repository certainly had met something horrible. Something that had laid to waste what crew it had.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Romeo Sin"] |

Location: Hallway leading into the bridge.
Objective: Recover the Sith Abattar

He had assisted her in the ensuing chaos made by the overhead turbolaser turrets; and had subsequently offered himself as a potential ally. In normal circumstances, she would of denied his request and either gone about executing him or leaving him in her dust. But she was hurt, alone and trapped on a ship with more traps than Shinju. Her thumbs pressed the ignition buttons of her Lightsaber and Saberstaff. But she held them to her sides.

"You wish to take this ship? On your head be it, stranger. But whatever it is up ahead belongs to me, so long as we are cleared on this." She gestured for him to move forwards. "You can go ahead of me or at my side, but never behind me or you'll find our brief alliance terminated. I never want you out of my eyesight." When they began to walk, they came across the blast door that had sealed over the bridge. "Let's see what you're made of stranger. Bring this down for us."

Using the force to break the door down was unlikely to work. It would require a Lightsaber to cleave it's way through the door to create an opening large enough to step through.

 

[Ronan Dyre]

Location: Docking Hatch, vicinity, Derelict Vessel

...the Corellian transport came out of hyperspace just beyond sensor range of the now flickering derelict vessel. By the look of it one would assume it had sustained some damage along its interior but no one onboard the transport was a specialized mechanic who could have made that determination. It was clear that the ship radiated with an aura of death even on the outside though. Imagine the credits the captain of the transport must have been paid to ferry the one occupant he had onto the vessel and then pause to consider the additional credits he'd have been paid to wait and pick him up when his mission on the inside finished...

...when this derelict had appeared over the planet Monastery the call had went out through several different channels which brought him here. As the transport moved closer to the derelict he'd have looked from one of the windows, out into the vastness of space, and recognized the tint that Mandalorian Iron created on the hull of the vessel. Whatever the intended purpose of this ship it was well protected...

...signalling the Captain of the transport via his comms he'd have only said..."Take us in."...before going silent again as the transport diverted course to drift closer to the drelict vessel. The transport would move into position until it had interlocked with a set of docking clamps alongside one of the boarding hatches just before the flickering shields of the derelict came back on, threatening to deflect the transport and rip into its hull, causing the captain to breath an audible sigh over the comms which was answered only by silence...

...moments later the sound of depressurization were heard the boarding hatch went through the process of decontamination and atmosphere regulation before slowly opening as the hydraulics of the door activated and opened into the derelcit ship. On the other side of the boarding hatch stood Ronan Dyre and with a turn of his head he'd have taken a breath and let his lungs fill with the, mostly, stale air that he had brought with him...

...Ronan was carrying his DXR-6 Disruptor Rifle, it was resting across his chest and both arms so that he could support its weight with ease, along with a variety of other gadgets and killing utensils such as his Heavy Blaster Pistol, a Vibrosword, Garotte, assorted Grenades (numbering six in total), a datapad and other nifty little trinkets. Aside from this he was wearing his Armorweave beneath a suit of activated Camouflage Armor which, while it might not fool a droids sensors, would allow him to blend with the natural environment and render him essentially invisible at long and medium ranges. He stepped through the boarding hatch and onto the ship...

 

[Ayden Cater]

Ayden continued to move quickly and carefully through the hallways. He was fortunate thus far to avoid finding any of the other boarders, though that also meant he wasn't fully sure whether or not [member="Cira"] was on the ship. Opting to take a small risk, Ayden opened up his com to a specific channel and broadcast a simple five-tone call. If she was here, she would know that was his signal and would know to respond back with her own version. If she wasn't there and someone else was on the channel, then there was no risk to him.

In the meantime, he continued to press on towards his dropship with his items. Before he got to the interlock, a thought struck him. There had obviously been an attack on the ship that had claimed several lives, both crew and non-crew alike. There had also been signs of intense violence near the research lab where he had been, and there had been obvious artifacts there that had been left untouched. A shiver began to work its way up his spine as he waited for Cira to respond.

What kind of being would attack a heavily-fortified vault ship, kill the crew, and leave all of the artifacts untouched?

It was then that his explosives tore open the research lab.

 

[Romeo]

Today was the day that would bring him closer to his goal, which was to plunder. His ship would pick up the ship that was all alone, but than more people would get in the way. More crafts, but he only smirked as he told his crew to get ready.

Jumping into a smaller ship, he would fly down and lock into the craft. That why he would board without a problem, it was when he got in that it was. Many fine looking droids with weaponry that will kill.

He didn't waste any, dodging to the side as they started to fire upon him. Using quick motions, he would be able to dodge away from the blasts. Moving in with the rest of his crew that covered behind him, the small squad of ten would be taking names.

Leaving the leader to bash a few of the droids with his cane, which cleared the area of the few droids left. It would seem that someone had thinned there numbers before he got here.

He told five of his guys to stay with the boarding craft, while the others would follow him to find the bridge. It didn't matter if he got anything, what interested him was the ship itself.

When he approached the first hallway, he walked in no later than a few seconds in. Machine gun turrets would appear in front of him and behind his crew....this wasn't your average ship. As turret fire had started to rain down at the group from both sides, why was this never easy.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Romeo Sin"]

Using the force to break the door down was unlikely to work. It would require a Lightsaber to cleave it's way through the door to create an opening large enough to step through.

The entire inside and outside of the ship, including all blast doors, was made of well-forged Mandalorian iron, fully immune to lightsabres.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Location: Hallway Leading Into Bridge
Objective: Take Ship, and not piss off [member="Alicia Drey"]

"Agreed. Stand back."
He positioned his hands forward, noticing that the woman was hurt, but not how badly the injury was.
He called upon the force, feeling it swell inside him. Through it the force tugged on the blast door, then with the other hand green fire shot out, only to soften the door, he was unsure how strong the door was.
It didn't budge.
"Its too strong, Mando Iron..."
He looks up, and points the ceiling.
"We could go through ventilation shafts. Even if its mandalorian iron, there's got to be a latch to them somewhere near by. For work repairs and stuff...right?" He looked at the woman.
-Should I say my name?-
No that was a bad idea to give his name.
He found vent shafts already, and followed them down the hallway leading away from the door.
"There has to be a way in through these..." he said and stopped before he passed her.

 

[Chloe Blake]

Rear of the Ship

Careful steps inside would reveal a dim glow within the depths of the room. The sight that lay before her eyes would cause them to widen, a small gasp drawing in surprise from her mouth. There upon a pedestal were two orbiting lights that would float around a single minature Selab Tree.

The Hapan Tree of Wisdom. The identifying symbol of the Order of Selab.

Nostrils would flare as a chill would go down her spine, a new awareness running through her. Kalahira’s mercies!


Was this ship of the Order?

A half spin around would reveal that this wasn’t actually an armory --- no, the illuminating light of the Selab Tree’s day and night cycles would show small stacks of what appeared to be bookshelves along the walls. There two objects were carefully placed behind safety screens while the other two would not.

She now knew what this meant. What it all meant. This was a repository ship for the Order -- and likely the very reason why it had been targeted. But where were they now? Why were these left behind? Completely out in the open?!!

It made absolutely no sense. Could there be something etheral involved? Being a Corellian and believing in the Gods meant that Chloe also believed in such things as demons -- whatever was here … whatever it is… smelled like a trap.

But there was no time to waste. She could not risk it. Not with the items here.

Her time as a Warden would bring her forward towards the first shelf. What appeared to be a Jedi datacron and the writings of Odan-urr. There was also two holocrons to the right, both oozing a lingering presence of the Darkside.

Slinging the satchel that she always carried upon her back, she opened one of the two pillboxes she carried with her at all times. The Jedi holocron would be carefully placed in there first. The datacron slipped inside thereafter. She had to secure the more easily accessible of the items.

Zipping the satchel tightly, she then considered the other two holocrons. This… this would take time. Figuring out exactly how to deactivate the shieldings would require effort.

Slipping the backpack on her back, she then went over to the security console.

Now what would a member of the Order use as a deactivating password…

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

Location: Airlock
[member="Ronan Dyre"]

This ship was.. interesting now. Ayumi was moving towards the airlock as it opened. She was being careful now as the gravity leveler activated and Ayumi went to try and avoid floor sensors. Climbing up the wall with ease and carefully crouched down while she hefted a rifle and moved forward. Whatever was here or whoever she did not want to get into a large fight, on a derelict ship that could get her sucked out into space. Her eyes flicking back and forth to look and see what there was before switching coms to open channel then muted herself. ANy chatter she'd be able to hear but not her.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Romeo Sin"] | [member="Ashin Varanin"] |

Location: Hallway leading into the bridge.
Objective: Recover the Sith Abattar

It must of been the blow to the head. She had spoke podo about the door. At least one of them had their heads on. She shook her head as she studied the blast door. At least she had been correct about one thing. It wouldn't be budged by a Force Grip and blasting it away with something along the lines of a Maelstrom wouldn't just be overkill, but would successfully drain her; and she needed every ounce of energy she had right now.

"I believe one of us could climb up through those vents." She nodded towards the grates just above the door. "It will have to be you, stranger. I will stay here and wait for you to open them on the other side. No doubt there is some kind of console or device that can retract them." She offered her Lenoi I to him. "If there is no power, then you can hook this up and open it that way."

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Moving from the middle to the front of the vessel.


Unsurprisingly, chaos unfurled soon. Siobhan did not have to go far before she happened upon danger. The entire ship was built like Fort Knox. Well, if said fort had actually existed in this Galaxy. Turrets upon turrets, motion sensors upon motion sensors. Really, it was the sort of vessel Moira Skaldi would love to own. The only thing missing was a massive processing device.



It was a ghost ship, no living crew to be found, save for dead bodies here and there. However, through the Force she could pick up on several presences, some of them rather potent. Of course, the likes of Ayden Cater and [member="Cira"] would be hidden to her due to their stealth techniques and so she would not sense them. As a matter of fact Siobhan knew the basics of concealing her Force Signature, but it was rather draining for her and went against her mentality. Let her Force Signature be ablaze and let anyone upon the vessel sense she was here, she cared not.



Motion sensors picked up on her as she walked down a corridor and, with immediate effect. She perceived a warning through the Force and then double-barelled squad automatic weapons opened up volleys, spewing out countless rounds across the entire corridor. No cover to be found, the interior of the ship was made of Mandalorian iron and so tearing out say part of the wall and using it as a shield was not feasible. The sound of the heavy automatic weapons roaring was almost deafening, hyper-velocity projectiles ricochetting off the walls around her.



Already dead bodies were riddled with bullets and torn apart within moments. Siobhan ran, the Force giving superhuman strength to her muscles, and with a mental gesture she made bodies rise up from the ground and sending them flying through the air at tremendous velocity towards the turrets. Aphotic energy rippled through her hand and she let loose with a powerful, overpressurised shockwave that swept through as she dragged it across the hall, making it omnidirectional. Due to the Mandalorian iron construction the the wave would do nothing against the walls, but it should tear apart turrets as they were hit by what amounted to a bomb blast. Her dual boltguns roared and spewed out explosive bolts. As has been said, boltguns rocked.



A powerful Impact crashed into her as bullets struck her shoulder down to her upper arm, slamming right into it like a hammer. Fortunately she was wearing beskar'gam, which meant that the bullets would not penetrate. However, this would not do anything against blunt trauma and it was of the very painful kind. If she had been one for self-reflection Siobhan might have concluded that she herself had been concussively unkind to a number of people lately and now was receiving her karmic payback. Her arm felt deadened and as if it had gone numb and her boltgun fell out of her grasp and clattered to the ground. There was no end to the relentless salvoes and as she reeled she was hit in the lower left leg, causing her to stumble as she was thrust against the Mandalorian iron wall.



Anger coursed through her being as pain surged through her body as she got to her feet with a groan, limping. Pain is just weakness leaving the body, the old saying came almost automatic. As usual her anger found an outlet through the Force as she gave herself to it, willing an invisible wall to surround her and wrap her in its protective cocoon. As rounds peppered the wall it flickered and shimmered for a moment as she poured energy into maintaining it. Here and there a round got through some ricochetted off the wall, but she willed it to be strengthened. Then with a powerful shove of the Force she sent the telekinetic wall crashing towards the turret guns like an invisible battering ram, driven by her will to crush and annhilate them. The maelstrom of power gripped bullet-ridden bodies and propelled them through the air, sometimes crushing them. In the grip of her Butcher mind set she managed to raise the hand of her deadened arm. Sparks flew, and there was lightning everywhere. The hall was shaken by tremors and quakes, though obviously the interior remained unharmed, as turrets were crushed under her telekinetic might, leaving ripped metal and scrape.

 

[Cira]

Still at the middle of the ship!
Bumping into [member="Ayden Cater"] -- hopefully

Her path towards the front of the ship would not take place. Instead she would hear the sudden explosion that would draw her attention.

A grimace would come to twist her lips as she brought her comm up to try and contact Ayden.

“Where are you?” she would ask, hoping that the Lord Protector would be able to catch the message.

 

[Ronan Dyre]

Location: Airlocks
[member="Ayumi Pallopides"]

...as he set foot into the derelict ship he would have hesitated, Ronan had what some might have called a sixth sense due to all his time in combat, and tipping his head backwards he would have looked towards the ceiling before something else caught sight of him. It was a targeting sensor, those little red dots that indicated something was aiming, and with an incomprehensible mutter he would have dove to the side just as one of the machinegun turrets opened fire on his position...

...quick thinking and quicker reflexes allowed Ronan to dive out of the way and into a shoulder roll that took him behind the cover of several crates that also occupied this area of the derelict ship before he came up onto a knee. Behind cover he'd have remained quiet, he knew the general location of the machinegun turret, and waiting for it to deactivate he'd have...

...wait, it sounded like it was targeting something else which meant Ronan wasn't alone. He didn't wait to figure out what it was. Taking the Disruptor Rifle Ronan would suck its butt against his right shoulder as he came up from behind cover before aiming towards the turret, using the zoom scope fitted with thermal and ultraviolet sights to focus in on the turret, then he would squeeze the trigger. A bolt of energy lanced from the disruptor rifle towards the machinegun turret, destroying it, leaving only ripped metal that was torn apart at a base level in its wake...

...then he looked around, towards the roof again, and grunted..."Don't shoot at me."...that would really irritate him after all..."This ship has defenses. If you're here to explore it we don't need to waste time killing each other."...he was never a man of many words which meant if his senses were correct and someone was nearby he was hopeful he hadn't wasted them...

 

[Ayden Cater]

[member="Cira"]

Ayden signed with relief when he heard her voice. He took a moment and looked around before hurrying on towards the dock. "I'm not sure exactly, I suspect I'm on one of the bottom-most floors of the ship, if my docking port is any indication, around the middle of the ship. There are already several people on the ship. I suspect a few of them might be friendly, but I'd expect a lot of them to be not." Turning one corner, he spotted one last droid in the hallway. It didn't see him yet and he wasn't going to take the easy way out. Letting go of the Force briefly to reveal himself, Ayden hurled the small droid down the hallway with a crash.

"I'm on my way out the door, as it were. I've got a couple items here that I can -not- allow to fall into the hands of anyone else. I suspect it's about to get very unfriendly on the ship soon. I don't know who attacked, and I don't really intend on sticking around to find out."

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Location: Vent Shaft (heading into the bridge.)
Objective: Open Blast Doors, Take The Ship.

"Gotcha."
He took the device from her, and opened the gate, and leapt up grabbing the sides, and lifting himself up into the shaft.
-Tight spaces...glad I'm Vahla.-
It was not hard for him to squeeze through. He found his way through the shaft that actually lead just before one would enter the cockpits of the Bridge.
He looked down through the gate.
-One droid.-
He focused on force, crushing it's head, and causing it to fire all over the bridge.
The shots distorted a turret, but caught the others attention, and the last three droids.
He sent [member="Alicia Drey"] a mental image through the force what was behind the door.
-How to get in...safely...-
He wiggled the latch open, and waited.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Romeo Sin"] [member="Ayden Cater"] [member="Cira"] [member="Chloe Blake"] [member="Ronan Dyre"] [member="Ayumi Pallopides"]

Please tag me in any attempts to interface heavily with the ship's major systems, such as for control, sabotage, override, alteration, etc. Doors and such are fine.