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

[Chloe Blake]

[member="Rave Merrill"]

// Allegiance to the Hapan Tree of Wisdom is that of a member of the Order of Selab. To Obtain knowledge, preserve it in security, and prevent proliferation of dangerous knowledge. //

She would then bring out her pocket watch, then held it face side down upon the display scanner, revealing the emblem of the Order of Selab upon it for scanning if required. It was how other members would identify themselves to another of the Order, that along with the phrase imputed earlier.

Nervousness ran up and down her spine like sharp slivers of ice. She could only hope this would work.

 

[Valik]

[member="Ayumi Pallopides"]

Valik, now disguised through Sith Alchemy Mask as a Jorin Clone and making his Force Signature undetecable through Art of the Small, had finally reached the hall outside Room #1000192


"Senator Pallopides, I need you to leave this ship immediately. A Republic AI has taken it over and is going to purge all inhabitants."

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] would find the forward vault fortified with more of the same and then some. Dual SAW turrets, solid Mandalorian iron everything, right down to the door, hinge, and pins on the vault. Enclision grids aided -- lightning everywhere. The remaining droids kept clear as a matter of survival.

[member="Romeo Sin"] and [member="Alicia Drey"] would find that the ship was running out of defenses. The last of the turrets began firing at the transparisteel viewports. It would take a while, but the ship apparently intended to vent them into space now that it had been woken up.

[member="Chloe Blake"]
//Exterior blast doors will seal in less than ten standard minutes.//

 

[Ronan Dyre]

Location: Stairwell to the upper levels

​

...the map of hallways that Ronan had downloaded onto his datapad lead him towards the nearest stairwell which stretched upwards and also descended towards the lower levels. Ronan could have went either way. Initially he'd considered going down but instead he decided to travel upwards...

...it proved to be momentary cause for concern as another machinegun turret lowered from the ceiling in a snap causing Ronan to drop to a knee and unshoulder his Disruptor Rifle. As with the last time Ronan, knowing his camouflage armor was useless against the sensors of the turret, would take aim through the scope of his rifle before squeezing the trigger. The Disruptor Rifle fired at the same time as the turret the difference being that the powerful bolt of energy the rifle rifle ripped into the turret and destroyed it leaving it as a non threat afterwards...

...Ronan went to rise but would grown. In an instant pain flashed throughout his body. He'd been hit in the left breast of his chest and it caused his movements to become laboured even as he reshouldered his Disruptor Rifle again. Gritting his teeth he didn't say a word as he continued up the stairwell to the upper levels of the derelict knowing that his innate healing factor would begin to knit the wound closed and heal the damage that he had received but it would take a bit of time...

...this might take hours to heal properly but Ronan would be able to act with only relative discomfort in minutes after he had begun to heal...

...he climbed the stairwell higher...​

 

[Maya Carrick]

Location: Corridors of the Derelict Ship

[member="Ronan Dyre"][member="Ayumi Pallopides"]


It was the voice that called out but better yet what she felt through the force itself. There was another one about just where didn't matter as felt the present go. Then she wasn't really opening herself up to seek him out. As to do that would maybe put herself in danger of looking as if she wanted to pick a fight. Best for now to let this go. After all she saw a trail coming down her way. Letting her met up with her full, only to see another one following her. Friend of yours, miss.
@Valik givnig off nothing but a eyeing. After all who would think of a Zeltron being dangerous. Its what she was feeling that gave her more cause but it what only to know to be carful. Listening yes she was aways listening. It was his smoothness of his voice that concern her. ​Isn't the republic to be good why would an AI do something like that, mister. for now she would remind a mystery unless asked for her name then again would she give them her real name or another name. Only she knew when the time came about to play.

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

[member="Valik"] [member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Ronan Dyre"]

While Ronan was getting his stuff and she was moving somethign came up. Ayumi looked and for a moment couldn't believe her eyes. A clone, a Jorin clone here. She had heard the last were killed in battle on Coruscant but one could never be to sure as he spoke about getting off the ship and a rogue AI. Her eyes flicked to her own system and it had access to Serenity AI which if it went rogue (cause she didn't know of any other Republic AI's) it could prove a very dangerous thing. "How did? Where? No matter, there is a hanger here. I'll have the ship pull around. Anything else we need to worry about?"

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Valik"] | [member="Rave"] Merill | [member="Romeo Sin"] |

It was like a clock was going on in here head. The numbers weren't there, but she knew they were dialing down; and she didn't know how much time she had left. Unknowingly, when Warren Valik removed that device, she and everyone else on the Scion would be in a very precarious position indeed.

Crawling up beside Romeo, she drew her disruptor pistol and picked off the droids and turrets with it, by one by one. The clang of the empty clip of ammunition dropped onto the vent before a fresh clip was slid inside. She dropped down into the bridge and covered the area before declaring. "Clear."

 

[Valik]

[member="Ayumi Pallopides"] [member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Ronan Dyre"]

"There are all kinds of powerful folks running around, but none of them should be messing with you. Just make a beeline to the hanger bay and get out as quick as you can. I need to help the AI ensure this job gets done." The 'Jorin Clone' responded, before heading back to a separate hanger bay. The one that held his Cailan-class fighter, armed with three Vapor Warheads filled with Sith Poison. It seemed poisoning the Sword might not have topped Valik's poison accomplishments for long.

 

[Ronan Dyre]

Location: Main Suite
[member="Ayumi Pallopides"]
...higher and higher Ronan continued along the stairwell that lead to the upper levels of the derelict, his movements slowed as he felt the blood leaking from the wound he'd taken from the automated turret, until he reached the top of the stairwell and exited it promptly...

...the corridors here were still on emergency lighting and Ronan would have begun searching them, slowly, until he looked ahead and saw what appeared to be a room. The datapd on his arm indicated that it was a room but didn't identify it as anything else however at this point Ronan didn't care...

...he rushed down the corridor and into the room...the main suite...

...inside he saw small tree, signs of violence such as blaster shots and maybe even a bit of blood. Unshouldering his Disruptor Rifle again he'd have signaled Ayumi via the comms he'd shared with..."Found something interesting. Investigating."...that was all and the Ronan would begin to look through the room in search of anything useful he could find....

...of course all those credits were an easy draw once he'd seen them...

 

[Cira]

Cira wouldn't be bothered to talk now. "Get us out of here!"

She shouted at [member="Ayden Cater"]

 

[Ayden Cater]

[member="Cira"], [member="Rave Merrill"]

Before Ayden could respond, the dropship shuddered. However, rather than look concerned, Ayden looked pleased. Outside, a tractor beam held the ship and quickly began to pull it into the hanger. The ship, a secret development by the Protectorate, deployed a shroud of reflective material to thwart any attempts to tractor it. Once the dropship was secured, the frigate turned and began to head out of the gravity well and on to Protectorate space.

 

[Chloe Blake]

[member="Rave Merrill"]

Blue eyes would scan the aurabesh sigils. There was no denying what that meant.

It was clear.

She had a choice.

If this were the case, she knew she could only do so much. Only do so much --- Her eyes would dance briefly over the holocrons.

But she was Corellian thorough and thorough. Never tell me the odds.

// Deactivate the shields over the holocrons. //

It had not told her a no the first time.

Sahsahlah --- 'the promised land' or as some would also translate the Olys Corellisi, ‘'the place of wise fools.’

She would try one more time.

 

[Valik]

The Hanger Bay

Valik sent a message on Comlink Channel 43827C to the Republic AI([member="Rave Merrill"])

//At hanger bay, prepping warheads. ETA to detonation five minutes.//


True to his word Valik extracted the three warheads and began operating on them, rigging them to disperse throughout the entire ship.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Location: Bridge
Objective: Survive, and STILL TAKE THE SHIP.
[member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Valik"]

He shook his head, the woman knew something he didn't. He limped out of her way, nodded at the cockpit.
"Datapad still hooked up.."
He sighed, and sat down in one the seats...till he realized that a turret was blasting at the viewpoint. "What the hell?! What did I push?!" He quickly said.
No way could he rip it off again, he was too exhausted, and wounded.
-This is where I die?-
No, he refused to die here, he needed this ship, and he would take it.
"Any plans?" He asked in faith to the woman who was determined not to have any medical help.
They were at the bridge...there must be something they could do.
He looked all around the cockpit, no dead bodies, no thing, just buttons and yokes.
What would help them...
"We need to shut off the power grid...can we do that from here?!" He quickly turned towards the woman.
If the power grid was off, so would the turrets, and it would probably disable any locks.
"Afterwards we need to reset the system!! Can we do that here?!" He asked again.
[member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Chloe Blake"]

//Updated time frame: five minutes.//

[member="Valik"]

//Do not detonate until the Senator is insulated.//

 

[Ronan Dyre]

Location: The Main Suite

...investigating the Main Suite was a quick affair for Ronan who started shoveling the credits into a container that he had found, there just might not have been enuogh room for all of them though, however in his haste to take the credits he saw an assortment of other items laid out...

...there was a sword on the floor of the suite, a Dauntless Combat Blade, and without thinking twice Ronan would have reached out to take it in his right hand, feeling the weight of it in his palm, though he didn't have time to appreciate the craftsmanship of the weapon before he stowed it away on his person...

...by now all the credits were almost forgotten. Looking around Ronan would notice all the other items strewn around the suite and he began to search in further earnest. Most of what he discovered was garbage however there were two things beyond the sword that he'd already taken which stood out for the Assassin. There was an Amulet, a Taozin Amulet, that he found amongst some debris and hid inside the lining of the armorweave he wore underneath the camouflage armor and there was something else just beyond his reach...

...greed they say was the most heinous of sins but Ronan couldn't afford to leave here empty handed which is why he was reaching for more, more, and he would not have been denied. Not now in this moment of triumph. Ironically if anyone else had been in the vicinity this may have been the easiest time to ambush the Assassin who was usually extremely aware of all of his surroundings...

...there was something else. Ronan took it in his hands as he reached into a pile of debris. A fancy looking duster he had to say. A Terentatek Duster...

...Sword, Amulet, Duster and credits which Ronan was scooping up as well the Assassin would take one last look around the suite before turning back towards the exit and departing...

 

[Chloe Blake]

A rare curse would flow from Chloe’s lips.

She’d done what she could, she feared. And ‘Yke hyon fhars oblivyn cnous oblivyn’, those who fear nothing know nothing.

With that, she began to take a few steps back. She’d done all she could.

Weaving the current around her body, she once again was fully immersed in the Force. She would spin on the balls of her foot, running as fast as she could to get back to the access hatch she had originally come from.

Five minutes.

She had five minutes. The force would imbue her speed. Down the corridor she went backtracking to the Aurora.

Enter Mission Impossible Music.

 

[Ronan Dyre]

Location: Stairwell to main level

...time was of the essence as they say and now that Ronan had a treasure trove of items as well as credits to ensure his way of life for some time to come he would have moved out of the main suite, into the corridors of the derelict ship, and headed back towards the stairwell that had initially brought him to this place however there was something odd that had just occured to him...

...when he'd initially arrived the automated defenses of the derelcit had engaged him, they had done so again in the stairwell leading to him being wounded, but now there was nothing which could have meant a variety of things. On a derelict permeated with death Ronan decided to believe the worst however and opened a comms channel with the Correllian Captain..."Prep for departure. I am enroute."...that was all. Ronan honestly didn't think he needed to explain himself beyond that...

...he was in the stairwell again, descending back towards the main level of the derelict where he could move back to the airlocks, board the transport and escape this death trap. In reality this wasn't much different than a usual day for the man however it was no time to dwell on past conquests. Apparently he had picked the perfect time to go exploring seeing as how the automated defenses had just chosen now as the right time to all but disappear. No time to rest he moved faster, faster...

 

[Chloe Blake]

Chloe’s heart would race within her chest, air pumping through her lungs as her legs sent her as fast as she possibly could.

Left.. Right. Feet would pound on the ground, silenced by the white current as she moved as quick as she could.

She would soon arrive at the same access location she entered through. The Force Cylinde would be in her sights soon.

The Aurora was just up ahead, still fully cloaked --- unfortunately for Chloe, it also had an extra passenger.

A GTF0 Droid that was now wandering around the secondary cargo hold.

None the less, she would almost be to the Aurora.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Romeo Sin"] | [member="Rave Merrill"] |

Ayra turned to Romeo. "It's been dealt with." She thumbed to the smoking remains of the turrets, before averting her gaze to the transparisteel. Cracks had formed all over the screen. One more blast and they were dead. Her eyes turned to presence. She felt it closer now. "Give me that," Ayra said, gesturing to the datapad. Taking it from Romeo, she went back to studying the amulet.

[OOC: Could I get a low down of how the amulet is protected etc]