Weekend Treasure Hunt 4: Cannibal Stormtrooper Death Star

[Sal Katarn]

A dilapidated shuttle landed in the hangar of the unfinished monolith. The vessel appeared of Mandalorian make, but so dented, pitted, and scarred was the hull that its origin could not be ascertained with any assurance. The landing struts settled down to the floor and the loud whine of sublight engines slowly faded. For a series of heartbeats, nothing but silence reigned, then came a loud, horrendous creaking of gears and the groan of the ship as the ramp slowly lowered.

Mists of coolant hissed about the hold like gusts of fog and from their depths emerged a tall, powerfully built figure. No human man was he, with skin of ash-grey and hair the hue of Hoth's white snows. Below deep, slashing brows sat eyes which burned a red-yellow, evoking images of stifling heat and bubbling, volcanic magma.

A black long coat hung down below his knees and he wore a breastplate of dull gray durasteel. He wore two vambraces as well, of the same material as the breastplate. They fit snugly around the sleeves of his long coat. He appeared well suited for a war and in truth it was the propensity for conflict which had drawn him to this forsaken place.

He surveyed the hangar and scowled without comment. Turning his back, he retreated into his vessel. Again, all was silence 'til a sudden high-pitched roar slew the stillness with casual disregard. The inhuman male zipped out from his vessel atop a speeder bike, black coat flapping out behind him. One hand held a dragon-headed hilt and as he passed a figure surrounded by several droids and humanoids in pilot suits he thumbed the activation switch.

A violet blade sprang to life, humming eagerly.

As Duvain whipped by the humans and droids at speeds exceeding 200kph, he leaned out of his seat and extended the blade. The bar of plasma cut through the droids like butter, leaving scattered, glowing remains.

The speeder bike screamed away from the cluster inside the nigh-abandoned hangar, but Duvain swung its head back around for a second pass. Stretching out, Duvain assaulted the mind of the pilots, utilizing the power of Force Horror to send them into a hallucinatory state.

[member="Enigma"] [member="Sasha Santhe"] [member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

HANGAR!

Taking note of the Disruptor pistols Aedan sighed as he looked at the men the darkness in his eyes flaring brightly before he heard a familiar voice glancing over his shoulder he laughed and called out. "Yea it looks like I am a bit over my head this time Jared think you can do something about these nuisances?" He nods his head lightly and gestures at them calmly stating. "Not really my top pick but they are useful in their own way for sure miss."

Aedan bliinked as he saw the dropship land and then his eyes widened as a man came roaring out of it on a speeder bike. Bending his knees he jumped and spun with a force assisted jump over the violet blade of the mans weapon dropping to the ground with a dull thud as he slipped on some of the leaking oil from the droids he grumbled and pushed himself upright his weapons off and on his belt as he looked around. "Well that changed quickly." Walking to the two pilots Aedan simply walked forward and grabbed both men by the throat and enhancing his strength with the force picked them up only to choke slam them into the ground. "So anyone want that gunship or can I have it?"
[member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Sasha Santhe"] [member="Enigma"]

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

Main Firing control -- [member="Bellalika"]


So, there went the primary mission objective. With what bit of knowledge they gleaned from previous broken schematics, Aeron knew that there were two main objectives to go for --- the Main Firing control and the Main Engineering room.

Two groups would soon go as the Omega Pyre areas were split in half. What manner of people had already entered had already taken the brunt of the distraction.

So when Aaron and her group made their way towards the Main Firing control, that's when they found someone there. A full squad of Omega Pyre pistols would soon be leveled directly at [member="Bellalika"].

"Hands up," came the prompt command to the Zeltron from Aeron. "Don't move. We have twitchy fingers." she'd tell her. A motion would soon be sent to the other squad to secure what she had been cutting.

"Identify yourself and drop your weapons."

 

[Bellalika]

[member="Aeron Kreelan"]

Bellalika looked up and at the woman from under the helmet of the inquisitors armor as she shut the plasma cutter off and set it down with her lightsaber. "I am Bellalika of the silver jedi." She raised her hands and stepped away while looking more at the woman. "There is really no point in aiming at me whatever is roaming the halls on the other hand... please shoot them I ran out of ammo awhile back and that cutter is the next best thing." She licked her lips remaining there for the ones who were aiming guns at her and listening for sounds of more cannibals.

 

[Arage Bao]

Hangar bay​

[member="Sasha Santhe"]​

I blinked as the situation kinda changed when this guy with a--- wait hold on. Isn’t that Shorn’s lightsaber? What the hell is this guy doing with Micky’s blade, and for that matter where has Mikhail been all this time? Haven’t seen the lad in ages, kinda miss the emo, hurt, meta-God vibe he always had around him. Man, I really gotta look him up again, ain’t really sure if I should take the saber though. Shorn might be glad, but then again feth that guy, he killed my baby. Literally.

Dilemmas.

I nodded to myself.

‘You can have the gunship, Aedan. Sasha, think it’s time for us to go, joint is getting to crowded in here. You done with the ships yet?’

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

Main Firing control -- Bellalika

"Silver Jedi?" there came the arch of her brow. Even in the convocation, not much was heard about such an order. They do like to keep their secrets. So when it was revealed to Aeron, she couldn't take any risks.

Especially since she was wearing Sith Inquisitor armor. Yeah.... like I'm going to believe that.

"Yeah, that's why you are wearing Sith Inquisitor armor from the Empire," she'd say wryly, clearly not believing her. "Secure her," she'd nod, sending two large burly Pyre members would come over to [member="Bellalika"], with AEL cuffs in hand. They would secure her, while one of the salvagers at her right began to go a bit crazy with the energy cells in front of them.


"Oh... oh my! Are these...Yes! They are! They are Energy Cells! We must secure these at once," said the Bothan salvager next to her.

"Then do so, you have the gear." Aeron told them, and they began to do just that, using the high grade lasers and salvaging equipment brought in, taking over where the Zeltron has started from. There were only two crystals, and from the looks of it, would weigh a ton each. Repulsors would soon be brought in, along the sound of pot shots being fired in the distance. Panning her blue gaze over to the Zeltron, she would watch her warily.


"So there is the mentions of cannibals... and now a silver jedi in sith armor... huh.. funny... care to explain that?"

 

[Bellalika]

[member="Aeron Kreelan"]

Bellalika took the helmet off showing the bite mark over cybernetics on her face. "When you get your face bitten because you walk into a group of them then complain about wanting to wear armor. I prefer to move around alive without chunks taken out of me." Her hands were out for the cuffs but she almost rolled her eyes to that. "If you want check my ship that is docked and contact our temple on Vaynai. Ask for Master E'ron"

 

[Aedan Miles]

HANGAR!

Aedan nodded to Jared as he moved to secure the gunship that had been use to get here. He would work on the raptors again later looking at the man with the purple saber he nods and mumbles to him. "Thanks for the help. I appreciate what you did there." Aedan slowly walked towards the gunship his dark violet eyes leveled on it as he drew his two lightsabers and ignited them calmly. As he walked toward it he called out behind himself. "We should hang out sometime Jared maybe grab a few drinks I was curious to see if you had any work you needed done." [member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Sasha Santhe"] [member="Enigma"] @ Duvain

 

[Sasha Santhe]

[member="Jared Ovmar"]

Sasha was still by the Aleph Fighter. She looked around with a frown at the Carnage and climbed up onto the top of its wing. It really was a pretty craft, and superior. She beamed to herself. It was a marvel of advanced engineering and her favorite craft she had ever designed. The action around her didn't mean anything, all that she cared about suddenly was the craft. "In a second Jared," she said opening up the cockpit and getting inside. She wondered which Sith this belonged to. There was only a handful of the ships out and about in the galaxy and each was distinct. She felt the flow of the force through the very craft and pondered on the meaning of it. There was a sense here something... This was no Sith Lords craft. "Fighter jock huh? You must have been someone important."

She started to fiddle with the controls seeing how the ship held up. She had one of these craft herself of course, several in fact, being as how she designed and manufactured them. "You've been well cared for..." she said appreciating the technology. "Hey boy," she called to [member="Aedan Miles"] "You want one of those fighters you said right?" she pointed at the Exalt. "Or just the droids?"

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan looks at the exalted and then shrugs deciding to ignore her calling him boy before he honestly answered her. "In all honesty I am not a fan of Tie Fighter designs plus while I could pilot that out I will stick with my Devastator." He gestures towards the rather eccentrically painted fighter that looked like it could do some serious damage. [member="Sasha Santhe"]

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

[member="Bellalika"]

"Yeah well there are a lot of little pests flying around, you can't blame me for wanting to double check and make sure you are who you say you are."

At least she was cooperating. The sounds of laser cutting down durasteel and various components would fill the air, giving a small hum. Which of course, in turn would alert cannibals towards their direction.

But they won't be swarmed just yet. Still had time to talk.

"We'll check your story soon enough. What do you know of this place so far?" Aeron would ask of the woman, still holding her rifle at the alert ready carry.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Eventually, [member="Jeff Solaris"] along with his droid gang would arrive at the main hangar entrance. Not too far behind, would be Tugoro, who had accepted the task of aiding the cyborg in his greed driven quest. The several large crates that floated around the boy would move at a faster pace than he did, his feet stepping rather slowly. He was concentration was rather deep, for he had not levitated multiple large objects before. The boxes would begin to descend to the ground, placing themselves gently in front of the hangar entrance. Turning to the cyborg, the young Jedi would bow, before speaking, "Thanks for the information. Contact me in the future." He would finish, thinking back to the special lightsabers that the man spoke of. Perhaps he could get one for himself.

Pivoting on his heel, the young Padawan would begin to make his way into the hangar, waiting for the large doors to open. Tugoro's jaw would hang agape as he witnessed a small battle commence, specifically a man slicing multiple droids while on a speeder. Breaking into sprint, the young Jedi would maneuver his way around the many small transports that had docked within the hangar, frantically looking for the one he had arrived in. That drop ship that had left earlier.

Coming to a stop once more, the Wookiee raised youth would his arm, slapping his palm harshly into his face. What would he do? Looking around helplessly, Tugoro would swallow his Jedi pride, as his gaze fell upon a rather ominous looking craft. It was the Aleph Starfighter, the one that [member="Sasha Santhe"] currently sat in. Running forward, Tugoro would begin to concentrate on the force energy around him, causing it to blend and fuse with his legs. Bending them at the knees, the boy would push off of the ground, his body soaring into the air due to the force enhanced leap. Landing with a thud against the craft's entrance, Tugoro would lean forward, opening the hatch only to be greeted by an armored individual. "...Kark." He muttered, noticing that it had already been claimed.

 

[Bellalika]

[member="Aeron Kreelan"]

She motioned with her head towards a gutted console to lean on it while wearing the cuffs and moved slowly over. "Well this place is huge, there was sounds of gunfire off a ways but it died down awhile back no idea of the outcome." She thought about the rest and what she knew. "I can based on outside this place is to big to explore alone which was a dumb thing on my part. I should have brought some others to help or gotten out of here after hitting engineering but then I saw this and... it is really big and shiny."

 

[Sasha Santhe]

"Well hello there..." Sasha said as the boy opened up the cockpit hatch. She reached an arm up and pulled him down into the fighter in a single clean motion shutting the hatch behind him. Distressed, clearly, she thought to herself. She took off the helmet and threw it aside revealed her angelic face. "What's a cute boy like you doing in an ominous place like this?" She sent the signal to Jared to Bug out and manipulated the controls of the craft, but that was all a ploy. The real startup sequence was happening mentally with her power of Mechu-deru.. She pushed the youth around a little trying to get him situated better in the craft. [member="Jared Ovmar"] boarded the ramp of his ship and took took off into the darkness of space.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"] was only a few years younger than Sasha herself. Cute. Sasha imagined that if she were still sixteen she could have had a crush on him. At nineteen however innocent flirting would have to do. "Do you always crash into a ladies fighter? Like to get up close and personal?" she laughed as the ship left the hanger, unlocking the exalts as she left. "I am Sasha Santhe, CEO of Santhe Corporation," she said. "You may have heard of me." She was after all a billionaire heiress who ended up in tabloids and was a media starlet.

 

[Onrai]

(fast forwarding due to the posts)

Circe's Echani appearance stepped towards the scene, taking a picture of Aedan as he stood near the bodies of the dead pilots and the destroyed droids. She then stepped out into the area - "What..." Walking to her gunship, she sighed. "Guess that's more condolence letters to sign."

And while they were still talking back and forth, Circe prepared to leave. With the fighters and other ships in shambles, she had all she could've gotten her hands on.

And as the gunship lifted off, turning, it fired its laser cannons at the two remaining TIEs and the Raptors, hopefully seriously damaging them before the ship exited the hangar.

She had gotten very little from this, but considering the amount of metal to be taken from the deteriorating hulk, she made sure to mark the location for future reference.

(FIN)

[member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Matreya]

(Made a post earlier this morning, come tofind out it didnt post it. So gonna skip the intro 'going through belt' post. If anyone has any issues I can remedy that with a standard flashback.)

Standing hidden by the shadows of such a massive craft, Damien sighed, feeling that a ride through that asteroid belt was likely not worth the trouble he was about to soon be in. The Force whispered of the darkness within. Clad in his Inquisitor X-1, wearing his Cater Coat and Warden Cloak, with his Gunbelt filled with 'Betty' blasters and grenades, Nox's saber, and other hidden goodies, he believed himself ready.

Moving silent as death, Damien calculated, what would be the best idea? Odd force signatures could be felt in the distance, alongside the presences of several others less evil. Maybe the captains command quarters?

There was a likely chance he would find a way to check for inventory.

 

[Aedan Miles]

((EDIT made due to [member="Enigma"]'s post))

Aedan sighed as he saw the gunship lift off turning to ignore it his eyes widened in anger as he heard its weapons fire. Spinning faster he was just in time to feel the heat of the blasts and watch as the remaining fighters were turned into slag. Turning to glare at the gunship as it soared out of the hangar he clenched his fist tightly. Taking a deep breath he spun on his heel and walked towards his own fighter stopping to punch the metal hall of it hard he snarled angrily. This was the second time he was leaving a hunt with nothing to show for it.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

"Hel-" Tugoro would begin, before being gripped by his arm and pulled into the small cockpit. There was hardly any room in the snug area, it was extremely uncomfortable. On top of that, the boy had landed on the armored individual, who did little to break his fall. Having landed upside down, Tugoro would look up at the hatch, watching as it closed. The engine began to roar loudly, an obvious sign of it's oncoming take off. Still in his rather awkward position, the boy would shift his gaze back to the armored female, who had just taken off her helmet. Disregarding her statement completely, the young Jedi could not help but wonder what a beautiful lady like her was in an ominous place like this. Having being handled once again, Tugoro would find himself sitting across his lap, in the sort of pose you'd expect a damsel in distress to be in after being rescued.

Remaining calm, the youth would listen to the girl's flirty words, slowly but surely beginning to understand what she meant. Basic was not his best language, he really did prefer the Wookiee language though most of them made fun of him when he spoke it. Trying to avoid eye contact with the beautiful girl, Tugoro would turn his head slightly, watching as the fighter exited the Death Star. Exhaling loudly, Tugoro could not help but feel relieved, seeing as he had managed to get out of their alive. After a short moment of brief thinking, the Jedi would put on his best smirk, trying to play it cool. "Yeah." He would say. That was it. Turning his head slowly to the side, Tugoro would once more look at [member="Sasha Santhe"], as she spoke of her company. It was rather famous, he had indeed heard of it, though not of the owner. "You? Nice." He would state, feeling sort of jealous. After another brief moment of thought, the young Padawan figured he still had a lot to learn about being a true Jedi. He wasn't doing very good so far, or so he figured.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

[member="Aeron Kreelan"]

She motioned with her head towards a gutted console to lean on it while wearing the cuffs and moved slowly over. "Well this place is huge, there was sounds of gunfire off a ways but it died down awhile back no idea of the outcome." She thought about the rest and what she knew. "I can based on outside this place is to big to explore alone which was a dumb thing on my part. I should have brought some others to help or gotten out of here after hitting engineering but then I saw this and... it is really big and shiny."

Main Firing Room

".... so you are telling me, that the Silver Jedi Order... sent an operative alone, into one of the galaxies biggest relics of the past? A superweapon of mass destruction? Alone?" clearly, Aeron was a bit skeptical about that. In her mind, she was mentally chiding the Jedi Orders, regardless of the kin.

She shook her head. Things still didn't add up. Behind her, the Pyre Salvagers were doing the best they could under the circumstances, but it would take time. The secondary energy crystal was being carefully cut out of it's casing. It did after all, weight a ton.


"So you said you are alone?" she brought out a datapad to start taking down notes. Off in the distance, the sound of fighting would grow. A glance from her sent a few of the guards to secure their perimeter.

"What else do you have for me?" she'd ask in terms of information.

 

[Bellalika]

[member="Aeron Kreelan"]

"Sent a knight alone and that has never been uncommon for any jedi order." She was looking and her face was blank at that. How many times have any body sent a single person to check and then others if they went missing. "Besides if everything always went to plan where would the fun and spice of life be." Now she was finding amusement until the one for more information. "Ah not really except what I saw, lots of debris and stuff strewn about, most consoles or computer terminals gutted and in disrepair. Except for the hangers mostly."