Weekend Treasure Hunt 14: This Is Spaarti (wide open)

[Jorus Merrill]

In keeping with the spirit of the Weekend Treasure Hunts, I have no intention of joining or DM'ing this thread unless someone tries something crazy/stupid; this is simply an opportunity.

Stay classy.

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On the fringes of Fringe space, on an uncharted moon, a survey ship has stumbled across something unpleasant.

Rave Merrill's cloning facility.

Heavily guarded by Hegemonic Automaton battle droids and sithspawn of every description, the facility is a glasteel dome on an airless moon. There are no hangars or docking airlocks: approach the personnel airlocks by space suit, or not at all. That'll make it tricky, perhaps, to remove things of value. Any cloning facility contains Things Worth Having: Spaarti cylinders (cloning tanks, some of them big enough to grow terentateks but too small to fit through the airlocks without being disassembled first), memory tapes for flash-learning, genetic manipulation technology, memory-erasure devices, Rave's research notes on sithspawn breeding, the occasional lightsabre or lanvarok or alchemical blade...

Some things should stay buried. But sometimes it seems like the universe doesn't care about should.

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The dome has six floors, each of which is split into North, South, East and West. All the airlocks are at ground level, on Floor 1. Please tag your locations and be reasonable about how long it takes you to travel. I don't care where in the dome you find any given thing; just make a story of it, have fun, compete with your fellow grave robbers, and obey Wheaton's Law.

Props to [member="Ermac Laith"] for the idea.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

A message percolated out to the Underground. The message contained a general description of the facility, its coordinates, and its significance, with a request that any Underground rebel available could try to secure as much as possible from the facility before the Fringe could mobilize. The message also included a warning about fighting Sithspawn in a space setting - it recommended sonic weapons, powerful tranquilizers, stun-burst riot guns, and other weapons that could put them down without risking a breach.

[member="Noah Corek"] [member="Callisto Scarlett"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Galen Arterius"] [member="Vaudin Miir"] [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Reneé Denois"] [member="Chloe Blake"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Catherine Romanov"] [member="Flint Michigan"] [member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Kairon Rees"] [member="Laura Hawtrey"] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Arage Bao]

Hyperspace. Ya know how it is, cold, empty, lot of blue stripes arching across your viewing port. A dozy really, I didn't come to understand the sheer freedom of it all until after I got first crap ship. Yeah, it was crappy, but it was mine, you know how it goes, anyway. Underground had send word, one of Merrill's cloning facilities had been revealed. Nah, not that Merrill. Apparently the boss used to have a sister, scary kind, shamanic witchcraft, alchemy, you know... all that magical good stuff. Ain't all that attractive to me, but who ever asks me anything? Bottomline, big bucks were being paid for whoever went in and got something relevant.

Me? I don't enjoy heavy-lifting. I am gonna try get in quick, breeze past security, download some of her research and get outta there as fast as I can. Ye, ye, I know. Plans never go as planned, but one can only hope, right?

Got my gear in place, courtesy of the right friends. Loan, of course. All crap quality too, but ya gotta deal with whatcha have.

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Level 1: Entry North
[member="Khaleel Malvern"]

Something had drawn him here, to this desolate place on the edge of the Fringe's territory. Still was the soul of Gilamar Skirata, and hard was the heart of young Mordecai. As the small Niathal-class shuttle exited hyperspace over the uncharted moon he grimaced as painful memories began to surface. His large hands wrapped around his face as a cold sweat consumed his body.

A shaky sob escaped his lips before he inhaled through his nose and he wiped the mysterious tears from his eyes. Grabbing Gilamar's helmet he stood as the ship's autopilot began to land the ship near one of the personal airlocks. Setting the helmet down in the cargo bay atop a crate he put on his pilot suit, sealing the helmet as the doors began to open slowly.

With a snap his beskad strapped around his torso and his other weapons were set to kill. Taking a deep breath he took his first tentative step onto the moon.

"I'm home."

 

[Catherine Romanov]

The Underground had sent word. A cloning facility located in deep space. Heavily guarded by automaton droids and Sithspawn.

Urgh, of course it had to be Sithspawn.

She hated fighting Sithspawn. But there were valuables to be had, knowledge to be learnt. That alone piqued her interest enough to plot her course to the provided coordinates. There was raiding to be done, Sithspawn or not, she'll be there. The message had stated to be amply prepared with appropriate weaponry.

Deciding on the CZ-839 Sonic Carbine as her weapon of choice, she suited up in her armour, dragging aboard an extra supply of oxygen and fuel to her gunship, seeing as how she would have to physically get to the airlock, which would mean traversing the open space.

She sure as hell hoped that she wouldn't have to fight off the facilities's defenses on her own, and she'll be more than willing to team up with potential like-minded raiders along the way. That is, if anyone wanted to team up with her at all.

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Ronan Dyre]

Location: Southern Quadrant; Outside the Cloning Facility

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...when news of a survey ship stumbling across a cloning facility stretched out across the galaxy it was bound to draw attention to itself. Nevermind that this particular facility was located on the edge of Fringe space and that rumor also alluded to the fact something tragic may have befallen the crew of the ship that discovered it. Nonetheless the secrets that could be unearthed in a facility like this had the potential to be profitable in more ways than one to whomever discovered them. Credits were not the only form of currency in the galaxy...

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...a transport set down near the Cloning Facility after making an initial pass. Sensors showed that other ships were present in small numbers which would indicate that others had arrived prior to the transport though how much of a head start they'd had was unknown at this time leading to speculation. The Transport would set down near the southern quadrant of the glasteel dome that acted as the exterior of the facility away from other noticeable vessels where it would then begin the process of powering down to run on minimal systems. The Captain called for one of his crew to inform their passenger that they had arrived and the message was passed down the chain of command...

....Ronan Dyre sat on a workbench in the cargo hold of the transport, only dim light filling the area, where he'd outfitted himself in an Enviro-Suit with a ten hour oxygen supply and then began doing a final check of his equipment. Laying a hand over his right breast he'd feel the small lump that was the Taozin Amulet imbedded into his skin, rubbing it briefly, before his attention went to the other items at his disposal. Underneath the Enviro-Suit he wore a Terentatek Body Glove that adhered to the contours of his frame easily and comfortably, it didn't provide him with much protections against firepower but it had other applications of defense. Aside from that it was mostly offensive arms: a DXR-6 Disruptor Rifle, his Dauntless Combat blade and a small assortment of grenades. When the crew member sent to inform him came knocking he simply stated..."Good."...

...it was moments later when Ronan was standing on the loading ramp that would allow him to exit out onto the surface of the moon where he gave the Captain of the Transport specific instructions..."You're to remain six hours maximum. If I'm not back by then chances of my survival are minimal. Understood?"...with the amount of credits he was paying the man Ronan knew that he was and then it was showtime. The Loading Ramp began to lower from the bay where Ronan had been standing and he stepped out onto the surface of the moon; the Disruptor Rifle held over his chest with the butt close to his right shoulder and the barrel angled low past his left hip...​

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[Gilamar Skirata]

"Authorization; Gilamar and Rave Forever."

Another negative blare and flash of red. He had been at this for at least five minutes. He was surprised nothing had come to greet him. With a sigh he shrugged.

"It was worth a try," he muttered, his blaster pistol powering up as he pulled it from its holster. "Let's try this..." One shot. Then two, three, four shouts into the control console. The door slid open and two hulking battle droids stepped forward. Behind his helmet the young man grinned. "This all you got for me Mother?"

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The inside of the dome was much warmer than he had thought it would have been. Peeling the helmet from his head revealed a sweat ridden mop of hair. Exhaling, he clipped the helmet to his belt and stepped over the two droids that had been kind enough to greet him when his authorization had failed. Reaching down he pulled his beskad from one the droid's heads, replacing it in its sheath.

Rolling his shoulders he continued on into the dome.

Location: Floor 1; North
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[Ronan Dyre]

Location: South side; Floor One

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...when he had feet on the ground the trek from the Transport to the Dome wasn't especially difficult. On the way Ronan took a knee, raised his Disruptor Rifle and placed it snug into the crevice of his right shoulder then used the rangefinder scope to do some short range reconnaissance. There wasn't a lot that he could make out from range at the south quadrant exterior of the facility however he did notice an airlock which was his way in. Back on his feet, the Disruptor Rifle taking its previous position he didn't waist time when he moved in to close the distance and gain access to the Dome...

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....the airlock was encrypted, typical, however this didn't deter the man. It wasn't his first rodeo after all. He'd shoulder the rifle and then remove a datapad from a belt on his Enviro-Suit which he'd jack into the airlock. At first it wasn't much help. Apparently the encryption wasn't low key however given a bit of time to work Ronan would eventually be successful in slicing into the airlock and causing it to grant him access. Not that he didn't trip a few fail safes in the meantime. When the airlock eventually -hissed- and slid open to allow him entry he'd have retrieved his rifle and moved inside slowly...

...slowly being the key here. This place had all sorts of interesting guardians. Down the corridor from where he entered a pair of glowing crimson eyes matched wits with him before Ronan took a knee, positioned his Disruptor Rifle and took aim. A careful breath mixed with intense focus followed and moments later a Sithspawn was on the floor with a fist sized whole ripped through its chest where the flesh, muscle and bone had been relatively atomized and left a sludge..."Nice dog."...he wasn't without his sense of distorted humor. That done Ronan moved on...

...the airlock would seal shut behind him, it was probably automated to do exactly that but it was impossible to tell for sure. Looking back over his shoulder briefly Ronan's attention eventually went eyes front again and he moved deeper into the facility hoping to locate a terminal that he could use to his advantage with regards to navigation. There was also the small matter that he might not be here alone however Ronan was adaptable, he'd decided whether he could work with anyone else or not if it came to that...​

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[Gilamar Skirata]

Floor 1: West; Terentatek Cloning Facility- Organic Component/Sample Gathering/Early Stage Growth

Droid after droid after droid. Outside of these and the few caged creatures and floating bodies there seemed to not be a single soul alive in the facility. Something had pulled him here. He didn't know what yet, but it certainly wasn't these terentatek tanks or even the wanton destruction of his "Mother's" toys. It felt as if something was literally pulling at something inside him.

A low growl resonated from down the hall. Heavy footsteps echoed as the shadowy, padded foot of some evil sithspawn from Chaos walked between him and the lift that was to take him to his destination. He had a feeling that the spirit of Gilamar Skirata was pulling him. Maybe he had found a way to reach the Manda. Who was he kidding? That place didn't really exist...

There was no time for philosophical thought. The beast charged, its gnashing maw of razor sharp teeth. He raised his blaster and fired, red bolts of energy plowing into the black mass...But it just kept coming.

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: Floor One, Outside Eastern Entry-point

There had been something about Rave Merrill that piqued the interest of the Sith Lord in her youth - and that was not simply because she had saved her life, and for what reason she was unsure of still. The woman had been an enigma in Silara's early years, and as she aged and became more aware of the powers-that-be in the galaxy she became gradually more and more admiring of the alchemist. She was forever and always going to remain light years behind the woman in her skill of alchemy, and so she tried to emulate Rave's genius with her own skill in sorcery - something she was by far more gifted in than alchemy, although as the years went on she became modestly capable of performing minor feats of alchemy that culminated in an emergency case aboard a ship in wild space with her much-envied idol. So fond of the master alchemist was she that she often purchased innumerable amounts of sithspawn and products from her, and yet just under a month ago she made her final purchase with the disappearance of the woman. It had marked the end of an era in the galaxy, creating a vacuum of power and influence in the galaxy in Rave's place, and while she was not so determined to take her place in business, she was certainly intent on learning all that she could from the woman's archives and whatever such things she could find that remained of her. Information was scarce, however, and she found that searching for this woman's notes was about as easy as finding the holocrons of forgotten Sith Lords in the ages of yore.

And so the blonde found herself standing outside of an airlock wearing the same suit that was given to her during the excursion in wild space with the witch's brother with both of her lightsabers ignited in either hand - something she only foresaw requiring to gain entry to the facility. Information had came to her through the network of intelligence that eventually found its way to her in the One Sith Intelligence and she had acted upon it in relative haste. She knew there would be no entry gained through fumbling with the code pad situated on the wall beside the airlock, and so she did as any lightsaber-wielding Sith would do in her situation. Positioning the two lightsabers in a parallel fashion at about chest level, she plunged the two sabers into the door and began to cut her way in. It was clear several seconds later that her lignan crystal was more than picking up the slack of the other one she carried with her, but she continued her circular incision into the door - at least until it suddenly pulled a part as she struck what she assumed was a juxtaposition of the locking mechanism and the hydraulics for the door's movement, which was coupled by a loud hissing noise of escaping gas. What she found waiting for her was less than pleasant, disproving her hopeful presumptions. Four droids of Hegemonic make were positioned in varying places of advantage for eliminating intruders, and in such an instance includes those who could either use the force or wielded lightsabers, two or not. While Silara was unsure of the machination's model or features, she acted immediately and put her trust into the force as the quartet opened fire in a slight variation in timing between the outer two and the inner duo.

Two lightsabers of contrasting color came up together to reflect plasma bolts into the outer two while moving forwards with force enhanced speed, something she was actually quite well known for by those who had met her in saber combat and had excited her into using such an ability. While she was by and large no Sidious in speed, she was most certainly more than quick enough to evade the secondary shots released by the droids that had just found themselves struck down by friendly fire and found herself deflecting another burst of blaster fire from the machines before she arrived at them mere seconds later. In an act of mastery in the art of Jar'Kai, Silara eviscerated the two droids with upward flourish of the two lightsabers and then sent them hurtling into the two fallen droids with an application of telekinesis as she shut her sabers off. As she stepped into the eerily silent hall of the facility's eastern side an alarm alerting her and others of the lack of oxygen and extended exposure to vacuum kicked in and an emergency blast door was shut behind her with a thud, crushing what remained of the droids without any delay at all. "This should be interesting." Silara muttered, feeling the presence of a number of sithspawn - which made her more calm than anxious if anything, based on her own biology and abilities with the force involving those beasts that made them more of a target for her than she for them.

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Outside of cloning facility; Southern Quadrant; Floor One

A message composed by the commander of the Underground, [member="Jorus Merrill"], was sent to all members of the Rebel Faction alerting them of a facilityin Fringe Space containing coordinates and descriptions of it that seemed to be significant of why any off duty Rebel should go to secure whatever this cloning facilty had. And it did indeed appeared to be significant. Sithspawn were within the compound and the Rally Master has heard stories about Sithspawns, especially those cute little Ropos that he highly despised. Other than those he had heard stories about them as they were used in battle against the Republic. It was also noted that sonic weapons should be used in this specific setting, as well as tranquilizers and stun-burst riot guns. Thing is that the Mandalorian had none of those weapons except the tranquilizer that he ordered from Browncoat Arms, but he did not wish to use them as he didn't had an integrated dart shooter within his beskar'gam. But he had other ways to neutralize any opponent of his and if had no weapons with him he could just engineer his own combat methods.

From hyperspace the Bloody Snow or the Cin'ciri Talyc which was a Tegaanalir ship made from Mandal Hypernautics. He already had weapons on him since he had a wrist rocket system on his left gauntlet and a wrist mounted flamethrower on the same left gauntlet with a durasteel concealed retractable blade on the right, and crushgaunts on both hands. Now to decided what other weapons he should bring along. He opted for two dual WESTAR 34 pistols and had them in their respected holsters, a Fett-Kal knife, DC-17m interchangeable rifle, ammunition for his weapons, and four thermal detonators.

The Warrior was well prepare for what creatures that were within this dome. He opened the ramp of his ship that was the entrance and exit to the vehicle and began walking on the ramp as he faced the facility behind his buy'ce. Before he ventured out to the cloning facility the rangefinder attached tp the Rednekc's helmet was at eye level and began doing a somewaht short reconaissance as he was looking from left to right. There was no living being to target on that could give him some background informatiom which was a feature if his rangefinder' however, he did catch sights on a airlock that was opened. "Ain't the only nerf herder here," he said to himself and took note that he wasn't the only one here. Soon he took his first steps on this uncharted moon not long before he activated the jetpack with a warhead missile on it to reach his destination quicker and in a much less short period of time. During the trip his HUD would alert him if there were any beings nearby and there was no one. Good, he liked it that way. Less strangers to deal with, but an extra hand or two could help out with the security within this faciltiy.

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Both feet then touched the ground and before he could even make it the airlock was seal. During his flight it was sealed and it would still require some hacking in the encryption. A datapad from his utiliy belt would be grabbed from his right hand and began hacking the entry point. It too time, for it wasn't a really easy one since this facility was used by one of the most notable alchemists in history. Five minutes and the airlock was opened before him. Crawling through the airlock his HUD, even before entering the dome, was picking up signatures all around his radius. Sithspwan, droids, uninvited guests, you name it. A dead sithspawn was on the ground in a corridor having the Bounty Hunter move towards it. But that would be dealyed when a squadron of ten security droids closed in on the Mandalorian in front of his eyes. "Son of a gun."

Blaster fire would then distrub the silence as the Warrior and the droids exchanged attacks.

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Ronan Dyre]

Location: Southern Corridors; 1st Floor
Objective: Enroute to his destination

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...lances of energy shot from the Disruptor Rifle periodically as Ronan proceeded deeper into the Cloning Facility in search of the terminal that would grant him a better understanding of this structure. The Hegemonic Automation Battle Droid fell victim to the fire of the Disruptor Rifle similar to how an organ based life form would as every round that hit ripped a hole through their structure leaving mostly scrap in its wake. Occasionally Ronan would remain prone, breathing slowly to steady his arm, waiting to see if other defenders would arrive however when it appeared to be safe he'd have taken a stance and then moved forward again as he roamed the corridors of the facility...

...after walking several corridors he eventually discovered what he was looking for. A terminal which appeared to still be at least semi functional. Approaching it he took a datapad from his equipment and used it to jack into the terminal. Now slicing wasn't something Ronan excelled at however his primary goal was to access a very limited system in the terminals data base. He was searching for a general layout, a map of the facility, that would allow him to travel more freely and with some idea of where he was headed. Regardless it wasn't an immediate process....

...while he searched for the necessary files in the terminal data base Ronan would look back over his shoulder, he disliked this Enviro-Suit considering it bulky however it was a necessity here, ensuring that no one was approaching him from behind. Dividing his attention between the area and the datapad Ronan eventually noticed that a transfer of the facility layout was occurring which got him to set a thin smile against the corners of his mouth. It didn't take long after that and he unhooked the datapad once again...

...once he had the necessary files on the datapad he'd have begun scanning them quietly, looking at them closely, then believing he'd discovered the location he was interested in he began to follow the directions his datapad provided him with before placing it back on his person. Unshouldering the Disruptor Rifle once again he carried it, across his chest, ready to fire if he encountered more defenders or anyone else that took offense to him being here should he encounter an individual seeking the same thing that he was...​

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...he heard blaster fire somewhere behind him but was happy to allow someone else to distract the automated defenses....​

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[Vilaz Munin]

"Damn son of a queen that made 'em cans," the Warrior said in rage and in anger as the firefight between him and the droids continued. He had managed to neutralize two out of the ten with just blaster bolts coming from his primary weapon and saw the the ammunition in the weapon gradually decreasing to zero. "Kark it all!" He was smarter than this. Later on whenever he would need his blaster rife from the interchangeable weapon he would find that he had little ammo or none at all. If the droids didn't had this mounted shield projectors on their right then maybe he could've take down two or three more droids with injuring other droids. And he was barraged with suppressing fire coming from those rotary cannons. His back was up against the wall taking cover to avoid hostile fire from the Battle Droids and left arm reached down to his utility belt for one of the four thermal detonators he had brought with him. The opening to the corridor was on his right.

A left portion of his body was then open in the corridor just for a slight moment as his left arm hurled the explosive device towards the synthetic hostiles. The way he threw it wasn't like throwing a baseball straight at someone else. No, instead he threw it at the legs of the droids or at the ground (whichever way to view it) and returned back to his cover. In the the corridor it wasn't tight with little space, but it also wasn't wide. And with the thermal detonator stopped in between a few droids and in front of others there would be some damage done. Seconds later the roar of an explosion erupted causing more chaos and disruption of peace in the complex. The sound of dying droids could be heard and the grunts and the sounds of their parts collapsing and electronics malfunctioning. Not all were shut down, but half or more were disabled or injured. And if the explosion erupted at the feet then you can bet the ankles or the knees were more damaged than the rest of the body making it difficult to move.

The Rally Master gave up on the idea of investigating the dead sithspawn and decided to continue his journey throughout the cloning facility. Walking away from the corridor the noise of fallen droids could be heard and it became more distant as he walked farther away from the firefight. Without a doubt with all the noise that just occurred from the fight it would alert more security personnel having them to be on guard as they predicted that a guest or two were in this building. Good, good for them. From his advanced HUD system on his buy'ce he had it upload a map for him, so it'd be easier to navigate these foreign, unknown waters. While a map was uploading on his helmet the heads-up-display was also giving the Mandalorian information of nearby rooms that were just filled with sithspawn and battle droids. But, wait. There was another signature that his radar picked up. One that belonged to [member="Ronan Dyre"]. A friend or a foe? Didn't know, but he would find out sooner or later as he began to follow and trace the man who seemed to be the only company he had to worry about.

And tracing him wasn't hard as the corpses of both sithspawn and droids acted like breadcrumbs leaving a trail for anyone to follow. After all, he was a hunted and if someone left a trail of blood then it usually led you to what you seek. But cautious he took as he reloaded and fill the DC-17m to the brig, for this stranger was or was not tolerant.

[member=Jorus Merrill]

 

[Ronan Dyre]

Location: Turbolift.
Objective: Ascending from first floor to upper levels.

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...the Dauntless Combat Blade came down into the neck of a sithspawn that looked as though it was a twisted mass once belonging to a more majestic creature. There was a spray of ichor and then the creature fell dead on its side, several other slashes and stab wounds lining the corpse, while Ronan stood over it and bent down to take a knee and catch his breath. There was definitely no shortage of creatures defending this facility and he had wandered into a room full of Cloning Vats, Spaarti Cylinders, after wandering out of the corridors he had been following. Breathing quietly he attuned his senses to his surroundings, he was being hunted here by other creatures like the one he'd just killed, then he climbed to his feet and moved quickly...

...the Spaarti Cylinders were valuable, especially in the right hands, however Ronan had neither the means nor the desire to transport them so he left them behind. The Cylinders occupying the room he was in must have numbered close to a dozen, they looked reasonably man sized, he hadn't the faintest idea what they might have been used for besides the basics. As Ronan ran he heard the sounds of another creature running at him, it leapt and he quickly fell into a double kneel while allowing his momentum to carry him forward as he slid across the floor. The Sithspawn flew over him, just missing him, landing several feet away while Ronan came back to his feet without missing a beat and hurrying away...

...the game was one of cat and mouse. Killing these creatures was hard work, exhausting really and there seemed no shortage of them in the facility. which is why Ronan preferred to dodge around them when possible. It conserved ammunition as well. After dodging through the room and narrowly avoiding another take down by the Sithspawn stalking him he'd have seen it. Up ahead was what he'd been searching for...

...Ronan withdrew one of the grenades from the small assortment he'd brought with him. Non lethal but loud and noticeable. A distraction device. Priming it in his right hand he threw his munitions and several seconds later it detonated louder than anything should have in this facility drawing all kinds of attention to the area. Other Sithspawn, Automated Robots, everything. Even [member="Vilaz Munin"] would likely be able to hear it if he was inside the southern quadrant still...

...now as for Ronan as soon as the device detonated he ran. The Turbolift that would take him to different floors of the facility was up ahead. Leg muscles tightened as he pumped his limbs, pushing them to exert themselves so that he could move more quickly while the creature was distracted. He made it to the turbolift and spun around, the Disruptor Rifle was back in his hands by then and the Dauntless Combat Blade found its way back into its place on his person, ready to engage. The Disruptor Rifle pressed into the crevice of his right arm, he breathed scanning the area via the scope with rangefinder and advanced optics, then he reached up, hit a button and watched as the doors sealed shut right as the Sithspawn he'd used his device to distracted came around and charged towards him. An impact was heard on the opposite side of the turbolift as the creature slammed into the doors, Ronan exhaled and the turbolift started to move upwards...​

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[Vilaz Munin]

Location: First Floor; Southern Quadrant
Objective: Trace

The trail of crumbs continued to follow as the Rally Master fast walked tracing the tracks. Did the man knew he was not alone? Stupid question to ask because moments ago he was making a magnitude of noise from blaster fire, to the explosion of a thermal detonator. Surely that would get anyone's attention especially if there was good, long time of silence and the only notable sounds your ears could perceive were your footsteps and the oxygen you inhaled and the carbon dioxide you exhaled from your nose. And the disturbed noises that Vilaz had made only brought more trouble as more guardians began to roam the halls searching for prey to hunt on until he or she was neutralized. As he walked the vast corridors of this eerie building his HUD had finally uploaded him a map of the whole complex making it easier for him to navigate through the facility and also brought him an interest of what he should seek for in this inhospitable building that the hosts were giving to foreigners. Not that they should let them roam the corridors and steal from the now dead, famous alchemist had created that made her outstood in the crowd and was something that Sith Lords and Jedi Masters talked about and, perhaps, respected. Even the knife that the Mandalorian had with him came from Rave and its features made it priceless as it was lightsaber resistant and could even absorb and shoot out lightning that it absorbed.

A high pitch noise was picked up by his sound sensors on his helmet and it was neither close nor far. This made him accelerate his velocity as it slowly was a speed walk to almost a jog. Still following the tracks left by Ronan and as he came closer to the location of the irritating and painful noise, the more recent corpses and fresh blood welcomed him. This noise was even louder than the first thermal detonator he had used in this adventure of his. And it lasted even more. A sonic detonator, no doubt, was used but for what? It would be no useful to use it against a droid as they had no emotional feelings, but it sure would attract more and more of them. Perhaps for Sithspawn since they had organs and such despite the fact that they were created artificially through the arts of alchemy and magic. That was a good guess to make, but maybe there was another stranger in this building. He didn't know and didn't care if it was used for either those three guesses because it sure didn't came from his own ammunition.

His HUD system still had Ronan's IFF signature and another being close to him which belonged to a sithspawn. Now his right trigger finger was at the trigger of his weapon and was prepare to greet hostile attacks with his offensive actions. Then the trail led him to a room that was adjacent to the corridors that was littered with sithspawn and droids. Droids and sithspawn began to infest the first floor as they went to both Vilaz's firefight and the sound of the sonic detonator from Ronan. He entered the room and saw dozens of cyclinders and tubes full of Manda knows what creatures they were. Were they in their adulthood or not because of their size gave Vilaz the impression of what development stage they were in. But there was more than just these cloning cyclinders. A sithspawn scratching and banging at the door of a turbolift was the only moving thing in this room besides the Redneck. "Lost yer plushy toy?" He said that caused the creature turn around and charge at Vilaz. With no hesitation or thought of giving mercy the Warrior with the grenade launcher variant of his primary weapon shot a round at the creature and the grenade exploeded as it made contact with the sithspawn. Blood went everywhere and limbs and other body parts flew in every direction. The shockwave and the explosion had brought down this beast making the room a temporay safe haven until more hostiles came. This where Ronan was last at as the trail left off to this room and he had used the turbolift as it was a way to exit out of this room and floor.

"Ain't gunna wait till it comes down," he reffered to the lift because if he waited in this room chances are he would soon be overwhelmed by security if they came to this location of the building. Another round was reloaded into the grenade launcher of the DC-17m and was fired into the center portion of the door that led to the turbolift. As the smoke dispersed from the explosion a hole was made in the door and the Bounty Hunter walked towards it. He looked up and sure enough the lift was operating as it was bringing its passengers to the second, third, fourth, fifth, or sixth floor. The man entered through the whole and then activated his jetpack and ascended throughout the first floor and others as he was reaching the turbolift.

[member=Ronan Dyre] [member=Jorus Merrill]

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Location: Turbolift, West, Ascending to upper levels.

He rolled out of the behemoth's path, tossing an adhesive grenade to the beast's backside. He didn't wait for it to explode. Did it matter if it did? This place needed to fall to the ground anyways. He ran to the nearest repulsorlift and slammed the button. The durasteel doors shut and launched him up the chute, just as the beast rounded the corner.

The explosion rocked the entire west side of the facility.

Pressing his back against the side of the lift, he slid to his shebs, beads of sweat dripping from his brow.
[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Ronan Dyre]

Location: Fifth Floor; Southern Quadrant
Objective: Approaching Central Location/Destination

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...the Turbolift climbed higher into the complex, ascending beyond the second and third floors quickly, then began to slow until it came to the fifth floor where it was brought to a complete halt and the doors slid wide. The Disruptor Rifle trained ahead Ronan waited down on one knee expecting that a target lay waiting on the otherside but only an empty corridor was there to greet him. He heard the explosions on the levels beneath him, felt as they reverberated through the complex, then climbed to his feet and moved out of the turbolift and into the corridor beyond before taking a hard left believing that most of the defenders had likely been drawn towards the majority of the disturbances...

...the Disruptor Rifle found a place across his chest once more, its barrel passing over his left thigh aimed towards the ground, as he moved down one of the corridors. The Datapad he'd been studying indicated that whatever he had been searching for was not far now. Likely at the center of the fifth floor. Ronan moved cautiously as he went retaining an awareness of his environment that was exceptionally astute; he'd done this plenty of times in the past and wasn't in the mood to be ambushed or snuck up on by someone looking to make an easy profit as his expense...

...as he came to the end of one corridor he would suck to the wall and then peer across into the next junction ensuring no one was waiting. Nothing was there except the two Automated Battle Droids that remained at their post and a large set of doors beyond. Nodding his head once Ronan ducked back behind the wall he'd sucked close to and reached for the assortment of grenades he'd brought with him again. This time he sought out an Ion Charge which he primed in his left hand. Moments later and it was tossed around the corner and down the corridor towards the two droids. A muffled explosion was heard and then Ronan followed in short order...

...both the Battle Droids likely had auxiliary power systems which meant they'd only be momentarily stunned. As he came around the corner Ronan raised the Disruptor Rifle, aimed ahead using the scope to steady his shot, then squeezed the trigger. Head shot. The bolt from the rifle ripped through the droids head reducing it to scrap. Ronan took aim at the next droid then which by now had recovered and started to return fire. Strafing to the side Ronan pressed forward, aimed and then squeezed the trigger before another shot tore into the remaining Battle Droids chest cavity and left a billowing hole that crackled several times in response though the droid remained upright....

...if Ronan had any idea someone had been following him the entire time it didn't show as of yet. The Assassin was focused on the task at hand and judging by the doors at the end of the corridor he was heading for his pay day was nearly at hand...​

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[member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Fifth Floor; Southern Quadrant
Objective: Trace

As the turbolift ascended so did Vilaz with his jetpack. How many floors has he passed now? No doubt he had passed the second floor already, but would the turbolift stop at the fourth floor? The Redneck had no idea and just continued climbing higher with the lift in front of him. Following it was one thing, but how was he going to get back in corridors and hallways of the complex if he was here where the turbolift ascended and descended with only the hole he made his only way to escape the passageway of the lift. He could use another round of his grenade launcher thought he wanted to conserve his last two grenades for the launcher. He had the mini anti-personnel rocket on his rocket system and the Z-6 missile warhead on his jetpack. Unfortunately, he would have to use the latter due to the fact it had a much higher magnitude of explosion than the antipersonnel rocket on his left wrist.

Once the turbolift would stop ascending, so would Vilaz and the warhead missile would be launched at the bottom of the lift. Not to long, maybe less than a minute, the lift had stopped at Manda knows what floor it was on. There was a five second interval as the Rally Master hovered in mid air and once five seconds had passed the warhead was fired towards the bottom of the lift. A few moments after it was launched there was another explosion erupting within the facility as the missile made contact with lift. Simultaneously when the explosion was unleashed it created a hole and walls were reverberated throughout the Southern Quadrant of the facility and maybe the other quadrants that were adjacent to it. Little quantity of debris fell downwards and passed the Mandalorian as he ascended towards the hole he created in the turbolift. With no doubt, the other foreigner would hear the explosion and he would take cautious, unless he was stupid. It was no coincidence that there was commotion on the first floor and now it came to the fifth floor. As he entered the lift he deactivated his aerial device and his body was brought down by gravity with both feet touching the ground. His hands then went to press a button that opened the doors of the lift and a silent, undisturbed corridor was before the Redneck's eyes.

The Warrior began walking down following both the map and the signature tag of Ronan. After passing through the many littered corpses on the first floor he knew that this was a well armed man with illegal weapons, since the Bounty Hunter caught sight of one or two droids with just one hole within it. He switched to the blaster variant of his primary weapon, the DC-17m, and fully reloaded it and was I'm front of his chest, barrel pointed down to the ground on his left. In the corridor he took a hard left as he continued tracking down Ronan as he followed his signature. Guardian activity was low on this floor and assumed that most of them went to the first floor where all the disturbance was coming from. Slowly, gradually, and constantly he was closing in the displacement between him and his target that he was following. He added some acceleration to his walk and soon was running at a slow pace to Ronan. The footsteps could be heard with clear ears as there was no firefights happening at this moment and that would alert anyone who was on this floor, specifically Ronan. His HUD was informing him that he was getting closer and closer to Ronan. He was at the end of the corridor and Ronan was in the junction adjacent to the corridor the Mandalorian was in.

He dared to take a quick, momentarily glance at the corridor. His head then retreated back from the glance and was resting on the wall and the blaster rifle in his hands was brought up with barrel pointing at the ceiling, close to his chest. Two disabled droids and Ronan walking towards the door of a room. There was probably treasure within it and, maybe, the jackpot. But what to do now? He wouldn't attack unless this stranger shot first, but what about him? Would he attack or be neutral? Well, it was time to find out. He bent his knees and was in a crouch position, back off of the wall. Then, with a push off with his feet and bent knees he jumped and executed a somersault into the open corridor and to try to dodge any "if" attacks from Ronan. After the somersault his right knee was making contact with the floor and left foot touching the ground, and rifle aimed and trained on Ronan.

"Best not pull that trigger if you want to breathe longer," the Mandalorian greeted Ronan awaiting for his response.

[member="Ronan Dyre"] [member=Jorus Merrill]

 

[Ronan Dyre]

Location: Fifth Floor; Central Quadrant
Objective: Entering Laboratory

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...if Ronan was deaf he might have missed the explosion that ripped through the turbolift behind him. Fortunately he was not deaf. He knew that someone was coming however he chose to proceed with the plan trusting in the opinion that he could handle whatever trouble was coming his way. Were he someone else he may have found this turn of events somewhat humorous however Ronan was actually somewhat put off by the idea he was being followed by another glory seeker. One might claim his interest in what lie ahead was more academic however that was not true in the least...

...by the time Vilaz appeared Ronan had proceeded down the corridor towards the entrance to the adjacent room almost entirely. Once Vilaz had executed his somersault, a lot of pomp for what turned out to be nothing, Ronan had already put a hand on one of the grenades he was carrying while his other arm continued to support the Disruptor Rifle however he didn't bother to turn around and face the man. It became clear to the Assassin that he was probably dealing with a treasure hunter then, a man who had heard about this place the same as him though he may not have known the significance of the facility itself...

...releasing the grenade he'd been holding onto Ronan looked back over his shoulder briefly so that he could regard the voice he'd heard and put a face to it..."Put your gun down Mandalorian."...the mans culture betrayed him almost instantly and with that Ronan looked ahead and proceeded towards the entrance to the room. An access terminal was on the wall beside the entrance however it appeared everything was unlocked, probably left that way long ago, Ronan wiped it off with his freehand, read whatever it said and then proceeded forward...

...Vilaz could shoot Ronan in the back, if he had no sense of honor at all, however the Assassin felt secure enough at the moment that he hadn't turned to face Vilaz beyond looking back over his shoulder at him initially. Even if Vilaz did fire there was no guarantee he would actually down him either. As Ronan proceeded ahead the entrance would hiss as the door slid wide allowing him to proceed and unless something stopped him he would do exactly that seeing as how he'd come to far turn away now...

...the room was a central laboratory with a single, human sized, Spaarti Cloning Tube in one corner, an enormous work station that stretched out into a L shape, computer terminals and other such things....​

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[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Fifth Floor; Central Quadrant
Objective: Loot

It didn't surprised the Mandalorian that this Treasure Hunter figured out that he was pray of the Mandalorian Culture. Reason: the the shape of a T-Visor on his buy'ce always gave it away. He still had his weapon trained on the Assassin waiting for whatever offensive move he might do, but he didn't responded back with his weapon aimed at the Warrior. Just telling him to put his weapon down. Not sure if that was telling him that if he fired then a mess would be produced by the two or just plainly telling him to lower down his firearm. He thought those words meant the latter and both hands lowered the primary weapon with the barrel pointing at the ground. Knowing the neutrality of the stranger the Warrior got up from his knee position and began walking towards the door that had brought Ronan as well as Vilaz. Now that he had successfully tracked down the man who had left more corpses than the Rally Master on the first floor of this unique cloning facility.

The Bounty Hunter began to walk towards the door and following his fellow treasure hunter to see what was beyond the door that was an interest to the Assassin. If it wasn't then they wouldn't be in this specific location of the whole complex. What mysteries were held on the other side of the door? More cloning tubes? More guardians? He had hope that the latter would not await them, but something more profitable that would benefit these two seekers. He bent down and reached for the grenade that Ronan had drop when the Warrior confronted him. A hiss could be heard and the doors to the room in front of them opened and revealed what the room held in it.

Computer terminals, an enormous station, many more things that the alchemist, Rave Merrill, had used for her projects and experiments. Something that Vilaz could not be capable of doing. He walked inside of the room and tossed the grenade to Ronan as he was at his side. "Dropped somethun'," he said and began walking around the the laboratory searching for some things that could be useful and some things that could be for profit.

"Fifty-fifty?" He asked to Ronan about the treasure that was around them.

[member="Ronan Dyre"]