Weekend Treasure Hunt 4: Cannibal Stormtrooper Death Star

[Corey's OOC]

Hearing the orders, Marek nodded. "Roger that. We'll deploy buzz droids, see what we can cut off from the surface and break away." He made to contact his own ships. They'd launch the missiles carrying his buzz droids, and those would go in first, see what they could do about and see where they best places for torches and separation were.

[member="Rave Merrill"]

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

That time he took to summon whatever he wanted to summon is the area that Aeron took advantage, as well as the other Pyre associates around her.

In the form of even more cryoban grenades. To do any kind of summoning required actual concentration-- concentration that meant he wouldn't be able to summon whatever he wanted to summon and avoid the cryoban grenades.

The icy blast would lash out again at his feet, with every intention of holding him fast.

Aeron didn't wait, she began orders to finish putting in the repulsorlift the second energy crystal and start moving out. The keys had been given to the Silver Jedi, so she would have been able to slip free by now.

The first energy crystal that had been removed was already being loaded onto the ship. The second now enroute.

Cannibal stormtroopers or not, Aeron had enough. The salvagers they had had removed the two energy crystals and it was time to pull chalks and burn lines in the sky.

She would remain here of course, to ensure Cryoban guy stayed in position, her bolter pointed straight at him.

 

[Moira Skaldi]

[member="Rave Merrill"], [member="Danger Arceneau"], [member="Jared Ovmar"]


Moira was there as well, since the Lethewalker was tremendously popular and awesome in general, it was the perfect place for her to spawn as well! Spawn geographically, not in the other manner, since she was incapable of doing that for obvious reasons. Besides, salvaging a derelict star was a heavy risk...but the priiize!



Anyhow, Moira presumably stood there and looked as close to intrigued as she could given the fact that she almost always looked impassive. Archangel did not have large salvage ships on the scale of her colleagues in Tion Hegemony, but several smaller Archangel vessels had arrived to aid. After all, there might be the need for pest control.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="Marek Starchaser"]

"Sending you the coordinates now. It's an asymmetric area of surface with a few major structural weaknesses around it -- asteroid impacts, mostly. The data includes suggested cut points for the plasma torches. From there it's just a matter of dragging it out into the clear zone, getting the small ships behind it, switching tractor beams to pressor mode, and using the chunk as a shield to get through the belt."

"Roger that," came Danger's reply, and as the last of the asteroids were blasted out of the way of the fleet, Danger sent the relative information to the combined Silk and Arceneau fleet.

Like a swarm of locusts, they descended upon the ancient relic that devastated worlds almost a millennia past. The key points were recorded and the Jo'henry's and the Mandalorian planet crackers went to work.

Who would have thought that the christening of her vast mining fleet would be the Death Star itself.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Sirella Valkner"] [member="Darth Janus"]

From the Lethewalker's bridge, ears ringing with the drip-drip-drip of antiradiation meds, Rave watched as the combined Tionese mining fleet tore into the Death Star's battered, unfinished surface. Buzz droids worked in deep crevices, Jo'henry plasma torches severed structural elements as big as command ships, and Mandal Hypernautics planet-crackers got their hooks into the surface of the metal moon. Concerted effort from tractor beams began to send shivers through the nearest sections of the Death Star.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Marek was watching from the safety of his ship, tucked closely to the larger Lethewalker. From here he could keep an eye on everything. He had radar and remote control access for the buzzdroids. They had hteir tasks, but if anything went wrong, he had the ability to take manual control, or shut them down from his perch-of-sorts. This was the Death Star. They were taking part of it to make the galaxy a bit better. To forward Tion's agenda, and that was going to be good for everyone involved.

At least, how he saw it.

[member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

Just as she was about to take another shot, that's when the entire Death Star started to rattle, almost throwing her off her balance. The mining ships were starting to tear into the massive structure. Howls from the cannibalistic stormtroopers could be heard, and Aeron knew she was on borrowed time.

"Sorry, gotta git." she would tell the Sith, one hand sending telekinetic tendrils to the Silver Jedi to tug her towards her and slow down her velocity to a stop right next to her, giving the Zeltron a way to escape if she so pleased.

The second energy crystal was now being shuffled into the ship, leaving none behind on the Main Firing Room. Aeron knew when it was time to skidaddle. This was it.

Hoping that the sudden laser mining of the Death Star would confuse their would be attacker, Aeron gave one last flashbang to allow her exit.

"MOVE MOVE MOVE!" she would shout, encouraging all to leave and get back to the ship.

It was time to burn lines in the sky.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Lord Daemos"]

Death Star​

Main Firing Room​

The Tion Hegemony had arrived to the Death Star, as I walked to through the hallways I could feel the ancient derelict screech and resist against the our machinery ripping off gigantic chunks of durasteel from the surface. Said durasteel would be used for the creation of something… well… it was going to be something amazing, details just a little blurry now.

Together with [member="Darth Janus"] and a small squad of elite operatives I was exploring a different part of the Star, a part that Sasha and me had neglected in our previous visit. Dodging Cannibal Stormtroopers had been something, worth it in the end though, both for the experience and the treasure we had recovered.

Eventually we reached a place… well it was some sort of stand-off, months ago I had acquired the Holocron of Darth Nox allowing me to study the art of Force Walk. I wasn’t a Master of the technique yet, far from it, Nox had a lot to teach, but… even a novice as I could sense the deep spiritual power that was raging across the room.

Primal energy fluxing around the Knight who was fighting some Zeltron girl and a blonde chick, there was still a mask adorning his face to protect him against some stuff.

It was clear that the number one priority was the guy with the spirits attached to him like candy. Those were his primary source of power, so I set to it.

Reaching out with the Force, I started tugging at the blizzard raging. There was a clear paradigm here, the spirits were unwilling to be binded to the Sith. That’s where he got his strength from, but that was also a weakness. Force Walk was a rare technique, rare and difficult; so usually it’s not much of a weakness.

But when you encounter a Master… things change.

I channeled through the Sith Blade strapped to my back and the Sith Amulet hanging around my neck for extra power, and attempted to rip away the spirits from the Knight. It was dangerous, real dangerous . If I miscalculated, I’d release them right into our faces and… that wouldn’t be pretty.

But this was an abomination that had to be stopped.

 

[Caulder Dune]

DEATH STAR IDIOTIC WASTE OF RESOURCES
MAIN FIRING ROOM

[member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Jared Ovmar"] | [member="Lord Daemos"]

Tyrin had mystically arrived on this Death Star because Ovmar had told him it would be a good idea. Walking through it in the company of the elite soldiers Ovmar had brought to accompany them, Tyrin found this to be a bad idea. He was incredibly perturbed with the state of this place and the state of the personnel on it. That wasn't even considering the level of annoyance he had with the fact that this place existed at all. A Death Star? What were they going to do with a Death Star? Blow up a planet? Why would they do that? That was a complete waste of resources.

This entire station was a waste of resources. A waste of resources so people could waste more resources. Completely disgusting. How many skilled technicians and engineers had been sent here and left to die? How many soldiers? Support staff? Medical personnel? It made Tyrin's skin crawl that someone had been enough of a petulant, irreverent wastrel to construct this place and then not even use it. If he ever found them, he would have to be creative in making them suffer. Or maybe just kill them and be done with it. Unnecessarily torturing people and setting them up to seek vengeance later on was the shtick of Zambrano's, and definitely not one for him to emulate.

Spending most of the time on board this monstrosity seething, Tyrin almost didn't notice that they had stumbled upon a battle between a gaggle of idiots in what he assumed was the main firing room. Ovmar didn't even say anything, he just immediately went to attack one of the individuals in the room. How very peculiar. Ovmar was always a talkative man. Tyrin couldn't understand why for a moment, but then he sensed it too.

"Who in the Corellian Hells is this guy?"

Whoever that man was... There was something wrong with him. What was that? It felt like spirits. Malevolent Sith ones. Unwillingly bound to that man and constantly struggling to break free. Powerful spirits, too. Tyrin did not approve of this behavior. Whatever was causing this anomaly needed to be rectified. If only because Tyrin did not consider it prudent to allow such an individual to wander around freely.

"Oh, whatever. I don't even care any more."

He extended his hand towards Daemos, and crimson tendrils of Dark Side energy lashed out. If this man was channeling the energies of Sith Spirits, then he would be doubly susceptible to Force Drain, which would sap the energy of the spirits from him and instead transfer them into Tyrin. Albeit it was only temporary, the lapse in power would inevitably be enough to see this upstart put back in his proper place.

 

[Matreya]

(Sigh. Yet again my phone fails to make a post, and I am unaware. I actually made a post the day of the last, stating I to fled the ship after finding no more 'victims to bind'. Already moved on past this. Also, just for a future OOC heads up, only the 3 bound on here are against being kept with Daemos. The rest were willing and NPC allies.)

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

Exiting Main Firing Room.
Errybody there


Two more people. Talk about kicking it up a notch. A curse would rip trough Aeron's lips, but hell she was not about to let an opportunity be missed. "He's all yours!" she would should, giving a mock two finger salute as she kept backtracking to give the remainder of her salvage grew cover. Comm through her ear would tell her they were securing everything in place.


"Ten-four -- enroute! Let's get out of here!" she'd shout, twisting on the balls of her boots to start running from the Main Firing Room. Yeah, those cannibals that remain? They were not so happy. A few came charging in, and Aeron decided to give a hand.

Her last cryoban grenade went towards a couple of cannibals aimed at munching the two new individuals. The burst of cold energy would sweep over the cannibal stormtroopers, freezing them in place, locked in Thriller poses.

"Think nothing of it." she'd yell out in farewell, before she was gone.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Marek Starchaser"]

Those concentrated tractor pulls were starting to pay off. Combined with the lasers and the plasma cutters, loose bits of the Death star were starting to pull from the ancient relic. A few bits of debris would start to drift off, but another tractor beam would blaze to gather it up.

Waste not want not.

They were going to make the most out of this salvage operation.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="Marek Starchaser"]

Inexorable but slow, like a monster drawing breath, one twenty-thousandth of the Death Star's volume broke free in a hail of sparks. The artificial moon's gravity, something like one percent standard, provided negligible resistance to the tethers of the planet crackers. They'd been designed to rip chunks of ground up out of a full gravity well.

That said, the primary fragment was immense, pulled by tethers and tractor beams. As it reached the asteroid shield, the small mining vessels got behind it; the large ones detached and joined them. From there it was a matter of switching the tractor beams to pressor mode and shoving the chunk through as a shield. Billions of tons of durasteel bulled its way into asteroid territory and began to plow through.

 

[Corey's OOC]

It was a bit unbelievable, the size of this thing. Marek couldn't help but feel the immensity of it. The immensity that stuck fear into the terrorists that helped destroy it, the immensity of the Empire who sought to bring order to the galaxy with this weapon. He didn't want to think like a descendant of the Empire, but he was. It was all in his family's history. "Thats a big bit of steel." He muttered to himself from his ship, and over the open channel to the gathered Tion fleet.

Should probably get in position for retreat.

[member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Danger Arceneau"]

Rave looked away from the wound in the Death Star, turned back to the chunk they'd stolen, bigger than any starship in the galaxy but one -- no, bigger than that one, too, taller. It broke apart under repeated asteroid blows and the ministrations of the Jo'henrys' half-kilometre plasma torches. Chunks the size of heavy cruisers fell away, and were guided into the pressor-beam-equipped interiors of two-thousand-metre Connestoga-class Tion bulk freighters. She'd used those ships to smuggle actual heavy cruisers; this was a relatively familiar situation. The holds were not pressurized; the structural priorities were the joists, not the side panelling, and the ship could withstand potential breaches should capital-ship-sized debris be an issue. But they'd crammed in plenty of tractor/pressor beams and inertial dampeners, industrial grade.

The massive Connestogas lumbered to hyperspace, bound for Tionese refineries and molecular furnaces.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

[member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Marek Starchaser"]

And with that, Danger oversaw any of the smaller bits to be taken. "Get ready for our departure ladies and gents." she'd coo out, as the last bit of Jo'henry's and other mining vessels carried off their goods.

 

[Matreya]

Caught off guard by the racing away of his opponents, and arrival of two new, Damien didnt react for a moment. But then he felt the tug against his Spirits, taking the few he had that were allies and nearly removing all before he too noticed the Force Drain moving his way...

Reaching out with the Force, The Hammer gripped the nearest body he sensed that held a little life in it, one than was abandoned upon seeming dead. Hurling the body forward it intercepted the Force Drain momentarily, while Damien ripped his Bodo Baas Gunbelt free and slid it along the ground. In it lay a dozen or more random grenades, with the majority being flashbang or incindiary. Oh that also didnt take into note the dual Betty pistols and counted ammo, which to could be used as a last minute explosive.

Choosing that very moment to take off, he slipped back through the recently entered door and into the long hall. Wielding the third and final of his pistols now, with no more ammo, therefore three overpowered shots alone, and Nox's saber, he was still ready.

Oh did I mention the pulled pin?

Booom!!!

Racing back down the hall, he headed for his awaiting crew and ship.

[member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Darth Janus"]